01x08 - The Rusty Rumble

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Perfect Strike!

Perfect Strike!

Perfect Strike!

Perfect Strike!

Perfect Strike!

- Perfect…
- All right. Break time. Come on, sit.

Good stuff, champ.

I just feel so close.

Mikey! How am I looking?
Form? Stance? Everything good?

Yeah.
No, everything's great, Andy.

Okay. Break's over. Back to it.
This is the one. I can feel it.

Her form, it's not just great.
It's perfect.

Everything about
her technique is perfect.

It doesn't make sense.
She should've gotten it by now.

There's something we're missing.
Something obvious…

The Busters?

- Hey, it's Andy!
- Hey!

You guys, these are the Busters.
They helped me when I first got to town.

- What are you doing here?
- Stocking up for the Rusty Rumble.

A party ain't a party
without P's Peppers.

Our exhibition tournament.
We hold it once a month.

Local wrestlers get
to show their stuff

and businesses
get some extra traffic.

- You should come.
- Nope! No can do.

Yeah. There's something really
important we're trying to do,

and we've only got
one day left…

Seven hours, 34 minutes
and 28 seconds… actually.

Rude.

A tournament?

Andy!

Think about
your previous fights.

You grew so much
during each one.

I've been thinking,
trying to figure out

why you haven't gotten
the perfect strike yet.

There's something we're missing,
some missing piece.

Maybe this is it. Maybe you need a real
opponent to push you to do it.

A real opponent?

He's not wrong.

I feel like I've gotten way stronger
in practically no time,

all because I had to.
Just to get through those fights.

You're saying being in a fight
could force me to figure it out!

Oh, no, no!
Guys, come on!

We already lost the whole day
screwing around in Rumbleweed.

We don't get any more do-overs!
My aunt's kicking you guys out

If Andy can't get
the perfect strike today!

Remember?

Maybe Craig has a point.
I mean, it was just an idea.

- We should probably just…
- Maybe.

Or like you said,
maybe this is the missing piece.

Guys?

Where do we sign up?

It ain't much, but it sure
brings a crowd, huh?

Even gets the great
Quesa Poblana out of the house.

This is amazing!
How do I know who I'm fighting?

Fight anyone you want. Wrestlers
pick their own opponents here.

All you gotta do is find
someone and challenge them.

There's almost too many
good choices. Oh, like that guy!

The Ankle Crank would probably
be super effective on him.

Oh, what about her?

Those teeth could be a problem.

- But with the perfect strike, you could…
- Okay! I'm gonna hop in here.

Look, if you're gonna do this,
you gotta at least do it the right way.

As your manager,
I wouldn't be doing my job

if I let you just wrestle
any old loser.

You gotta go
against someone good, okay?

Someone with prestige.
Someone like…

- Like…
- Mikey?

Mbrandon?

What are you doing here?
Looking to mess with Mikey again?

Actually…

Still got that fire in you.
That's good.

Let's me know
I made the right call.

The right call?

It took them a while, but…

the brothers understand
why you did what you had to do.

And dad will, too…

One day.

- Wait, Mikey, but you said…
- I didn't exactly lie.

I did talk to my dad.
He just…

What dad did isn't important.
What's important is what Mikey did.

He stood up for himself.

And he couldn't have done it
without you.

Just one day with you made him
into a completely different person.

And made me realize…

Mikey couldn't stay
in that place.

- You helped him.
- I owe you, Accountant Girl.

You're a heck of a wrestler.

And I guess…
You're a pretty good guy, Mbrandon.

Now this is what
I'm talking about!

An Mbrandon-Accountant Girl
rematch!

- I can see the story now…
- Not on my watch!

Mbrandon's
already got an opponent.

Me!

Why did you just try to attack him?

How else am I supposed
to make sure

my rival is keeping up
with his training?

The name's Opening Act.

The wrestler who knows
how to put on a show!

Remember it!

Me and Mbrandon go way back.
We're basically best friends.

I wouldn't say that…

And together we're going to lead
the next generation of great wrestlers.

We're gonna be even bigger
than Hollywood Showtime!

Remember it!

This guy's got a couple
of screws loose.

Mbrandon has friends?

This guy… is right.

There's a rumor someone from the GWC
might show up to watch the matches.

It's a big opportunity,
so it's important to fight someone

who can bring out
the best in you.

Yo, what he means,
is you're a kid!

And you suck!
Probably. I don't know.

Looking at you,
I feel like you're super weak.

What?

I fought real wrestlers, you know?
Maybe we should fight!

And you can find out,
Opening Act!

You're not just weak.
You're actually dumb.

I like you. You're funny!

But nah, you should probably
fight someone like that.

Laters!

Hey, bro, is your phone broken?
I sent you mad texts.

I know one thing,
you are not fighting "Shoe Man."

Yeah.

What was up with that Opening Act guy?
I'm not weak. Right?

He's got no idea
what he's talking about.

There's bound to be plenty of great
wrestlers here who will take you on.

Like him!

Hey, I'm Andy.

Maybe he can't
hear me in there?

Told you!

No one's gonna waste
their time fighting a nobody.

Hey, don't get
distracted, Andy.

Our only mission
is to learn the perfect strike.

Big guy's right.
So, look, I got a plan.

We split up. That way
we cover more ground.

We'll talk to any wrestler
who looks even remotely strong.

See if they'll fight Andy.

We'll be able to get you
an opponent in no time. Got it?

Six feet,
two point-five inches.

Two hundred and twenty-five.
Twenty-eight point nine.

Five feet,
four point-three inches.

Three hundred and seven pounds.
Fifty-two point-two…

Predictable. Obvious.
It's as clear as day.

None of these simpletons understand
what wrestling is really about.

What do you want?

Tough being the smallest
wrestlers here, huh?

You know, if you need
someone to fight…

Whoever you are,
we are nothing alike.

This place,
and the fodder here will serve

as nothing more than steps
for my ascension.

So, you do have a partner or…

Wrestlers, head on
over to the main stage.

It's showtime!

- You guys find anyone?
- Sorry, Andy.

Now what?

Goldy, I can't find
anyone to wrestle.

There's still one wrestler
who doesn't have an opponent.

Wait for me!

Oh, gosh!

Anybody have some water?

Andy, The Shoe.
The Shoe, Andy.

No! This guy?
He's the only wrestler left?

A little birdie told me
that you guys are looking

for a dance partner
to this old shindig.

Which one
of you is the wrestler?

Out of curiosity, Shoe,
how many fights have you won?

Fights in the ring?
Zero.

Fights with my wife…
Also zero!

Know what I mean?

But I'm just here to learn.
This will be my first match ever.

Did you hear that, Andy?
His first match ever!

I know! I know this is bad!
But there's no one else.

There's no way fighting this guy will help
you learn the perfect strike.

You need an opponent
who can actually fight.

I know!
It wasn't supposed to go like this.

It's me.
I'm the wrestler.

First up, Rusty Rumble Royalty,
The Duke!

That guy!
Who's gonna be his opponent?

Up against Stand Hydra!

Wait, her? She's smaller than I am.
She's gonna get destroyed.

Abhorrent creature. Posture all you like.
You won't lay a finger on me.

Well, by way of knockout,
I guess the winner is Stand Hydra.

What just happened?

- What did she…
- I don't know.

She puts on a good show.

We'll give these people a show
they'll really remember.

I can't have my client fighting footwear!
I gotta find another wrestler.

Mildew? You in here?
Mildew!

You've got some nerve…

Oh, look at 'em go!

The next generation…

What did Craig have to do that was
so important he missed this?

Those two…
against either of them,

I know I would have figured out
the perfect strike.

What are you saying
you "need wrestler?"

- There's wrestlers all around!
- No! Like a real wrestler!

For my client! Someone tough.
Come on, you know,

like some of the guys
from around the neighborhood.

You know, my buddy,
normally someone scams Mildew?

Mildew might say,
"Break their legs.

Maybe burn down their house.

Have them fed to a wild pack
of sabretooth cats."

But that was old Mildew!
Today, Mildew is forgiving man.

So, I will help you.

The Salon sent over some
new g*ons to collect protection money.

Big bruisers.

Maybe they could be
what you are looking for.

How big?

What?

Nope. Don't care.
Not my problem.

Soon those kids will be gone,
and everything will be back to normal.

Business a little slow?

Quesa Poblana?

Please, let me go!

I'll get you the rest of the money
tomorrow. I will. I swear.

These are the guys
I was talking about.

The big bruisers.

Craig, these are the bruisers.
Bruisers, this is Craig.

- He's a cop!
- What? Hey! Mildew!

Mildew, what are you doing?

Mildew never forgives!

My…

This is a different
look for you.

What are you doing here?

You, of all people should know.

The Global Wrestling Commission
is always looking for new talent.

But, the real question,
Poblana,

or "P" I guess
you're going by now,

is what are you doing here?

Is the great Spicy Fist taking
an interest in wrestling again?

You got eyes, don't you?
I'm selling peppers.

So buy some or leave.

And for our final match,
we have two newcomers,

Andy versus The Shoe!

You know, that one kind of looks
like you did the first time we met.

I don't know anything about that.
You're wasting your time,

ain't no talent in a place
like this anyhow.

Even so, maybe I'll just stick around
for this last match.

Don't focus on him.
Concentrate on what you're here to do.

The Perfect Strike.

Right. Maybe the opponent
doesn't matter.

Maybe if I focus
on pushing myself,

maybe I'll still be able
to make it happen.

You can do it, Andy.

Oh, wait…

Wait a minute.

- I got it!
- This can't be happening.

No problem! I…

He knocked himself out!

He's… he's probably
just taking a nap, right?

- He'll be up in no time!
- Sorry, kid. I gotta call it.

No! No! I wasted the whole day here.
This was my last shot!

It's over. The Perfect Strike.
Training with Aunt P.

It's all over.

By way of knockout,
the winner of this match is…

I did it! I did it!

I saved the day!

- Craig?
- What's he talking about?

I found you some
real opponents!

Guys, meet my client.
Accountant Girl.

Accountant Girl, meet…

Accountant Girl!

The Perm g*ng?