AFTER HE GOT SOCKED, SECURITY REMOVED CASHY FROM THE ROOM.

"Fuck that nigga thought?" Ty shook his head before readjusting his robe. After he got himself together, his attention turned back to Pharoah and Mac who were in the middle of an argument. "What even happened?"

Pharoah was sitting on an armchair in the corner while Mac stood in the middle of the room.

"Stand up! Stand up, nigga! Stand up or get the fuck out this room!" Mac yelled at Pharoah, squaring up for another round.

"Fuck happened?" Tylil asked Mac and Pharoah a second time.

"This lame ass nigga tryna fight me over a room I was in first. Either he gon' get up and fight me again or Security gon' take his ass out this room. I'm not playin'." Mac continued to yell, waiting for Pharoah to make the first move.

"C'mon, Pharoah, you gotta get out this room." Tylil shook his head, pointing toward the exit.

"I'm not getting out of nowhere," Pharoah said.

Mac moved Tylil out of the way, "Then you gon' have to fight me, nigga! Get up!"

A second later, Pharoah got up to fight again. Pharoah rushed Mac with a kick and reached for his hair before Mac grabbed him by the foot, forcing him onto the ground. Security broke them up and it wasn't long before they went in for another round.

Pharoah pulled Mac's hair again to get the upper hand. Mac could barely fight back since his head was being pulled in different directions.

"Break this shit up, fuck y'all waiting for?" Tylil pushed the closest Producer to him.

INTV: TYLIL: "That shit was barely a fight! Pharoah was pulling Mac hair and I was getting pissed off. Security wasn't breaking it up as fast as I needed 'em to. Isaiah had already let me know I was on thin ice 'cause I socked Ant wit' my rings on, so I knew I couldn't jump in it like I wanted to."

Production, Security, and some of the Playboys crowded the room to see what was happening just in time to see Pharoah's hands get pulled off of Mac's hair. Pharoah landed one good hit before they separated.

"Y'all got ninety seconds to figure out whose room this is!" Zell Swag told them.

"You not beating me, Mac. This my room." Pharoah yelled. He was still trying to catch his breath as he walked out of the room. Mac was about to sit down before Tylil whispered in his ear, "This yo' room. Knock that nigga out."

Mac was quick to follow Pharoah, running up for another round in the hallway. Pharoah gripped his hair and pulled him into a walk-in closet nearby. Mac landed on top, landing a couple of punches before Security broke them up for the last time.

The crowd moved from the bedroom to the hallway to watch the fight. Tylil couldn't get a good view of the fight since everyone was blocking the closet entrance.

"I cannot fight no more!" Pharoah complained, holding his bruised finger up to the camera.

MEANWHILE. . .

Out of nowhere, a fight started in one of the rooms downstairs. The rumbling was loud enough to draw attention to it. People started to rush downstairs since the fight between Mac and Pharoah was over.

"Break it up!" Isaiah yelled at Security as he watched the fight from the hallway.

Damar was the first person pulled out of the room. He wiped the blood from his nose as three Producers worked together to pull him away.

INTV: ANT: "[Producer: What led to your fight with Damar in the house?] As soon as we got in there, Kendal ran down on Fundipp, then Mac and Pharoah was goin' at it upstairs, so I knew it was the right time to fight him."

FOOTAGE:

"That ponk hit me and then Security saved his bitch ass. Now I need that." Cashy ranted as he walked down the stairs to where Ant and Mal were. He flexed his jaw to stop the pain that came from Tylil's punch.

"Who?" Ant asked.

"The same bitch you fought!"

 Damar whispered something in Dully's ear as they were walking past Ant, Mal, and Cashy. Noticing this, Ant took off his jewelry and handed it to Mal. A few seconds later, he followed Damar and Dully to one of the downstairs bedrooms and hit Damar while his back was turned.

INTV: DAMAR: "This nigga snuck me and that shit caught me off guard 'cause I could've easily did that shit to him at the contract signing and I didn't. I gave this nigga a pass. Ain't no more passes from me this season."

"Now every chance I get, I'm gon' beat this nigga up," Damar said calmly, holding a tissue to his face.

Tylil came downstairs after consoling Mac. The first person he saw was Damar who was bleeding from his nose. "Who you just fight? Ant?"

"Yeah." Damar shook his head.

"And you let him bleed you?"

"I ain't let 'em do shit, he had to sneak me. It's cool 'cause we gon' go again."

The Playboys were able to get a fair round once Production let Ant out of the room. Ant and Damar squared up in the middle of the living room, both waiting for the other to throw the first punch.

They danced around each other for a few more seconds until Damar rushed Ant, using all of his weight to overpower him. They ended up falling onto a couch and Ant got on top, landing two punches before Dully got involved, pulling Ant off of Damar by his neck.

"Don't jump in!" Mal inserted himself, pulling Dully away. "It's too much jumping goin' on..."

Once the fight was over, Damar stormed off to one of the downstairs bathrooms.

HOUSE MEETING.

After all of the house commotion, Production called all of the Playboys into the theater room for a meeting to go over the house rules and talk about all of the fights that happened.

Mac and Tylil were the last two Playboys to come in. Ready to go another round with Pharoah, Mac walked in with his hair wrapped up in Tylil's durag to make sure Pharoah couldn't pull it again.

When Pharoah saw that Mac was coming his way with a water bottle in his hand, he moved from the back to the middle row.

Tylil watched from the front and stayed quiet until he noticed that Cashy was staring at him.

"You still mad?" He asked.

INTV: TYLIL: "So much shit been going on that I forgot I even punched Cashy upstairs. Punched that nigga so hard, I pushed his shit all the way back. When we got in the theater room and shit, I could tell that nigga wanted to fight again 'cause he just kept looking at me."

"I'm chilling, waiting for this meeting to be over so I can get my lick back," Cashy said while standing in the corner.

INTV: TYLIL: "Then he gon' say something 'bout a lick back. Nigga, you're not getting shit. You might be big as hell, but you can't get up wit' me. You left that room dazed and confused, G."

"Get it back in blood." Tylil laughed. He sat down in the recliner next to Fundipp and crossed his legs.

A few moments later when Mac was getting escorted out, he thought Pharoah referred to him as a girl and he was quick to address it.

"I said that..." Cashy stepped up.

"Whoever said it, I'm not no she." Mac reiterated.

"Well, I said it."

"Well, I said I'm not a she."

"So now what?" Cashy asked Mac, putting his drink in a cup holder. "'Cause I'm not Pharoah. I'm not Pharoah."

INTV: TYLIL: "I'm watching this shit go down and I see Cashy tryna square up while Mac got his back halfway turned, I'm not gon' sit here and watch nobody I fuck wit' get bum-rushed, especially not by a nigga as big as Cashy."

As soon as Cashy threw the first punch, Tylil jumped in.

INTV: ISAIAH: "It was made very clear to everyone, not just Tylil, Kendall, and Dully before they walked in the house, that two things weren't allowed to happen again: no wearing rings while fighting and no jumping."

Security quickly pulled Mac away which left Tylil and Cashy to fight one-on-one. . .

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