01x10 - The Missing Piece

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What is the essence
of creativity?

The product of obsession.

The accumulation
of tireless effort. Passion.

All synthesized to form one
singular moment of inspiration.

But there's one other thing.

No matter how many hours
you put in,

it's all for naught if you don't have
a certain… something.

A certain… "missing piece."

That is where
the magic happens.

And you, Poblana,
you have found it.

So, what is the missing piece?

Paprika? Chili oil?

You better pay for that.

Looks like
your luck's run out.

And now you're gonna feel
the full force of the Perm g*ng.

We gotta shut this down.

Goldy…

Forgive us, kid.
You're on your own here.

Friend of yours?

What?

No! Just…
Ain't you gonna do something?

She's a kid and there's
four of them.

I'm just a fly on the wall here.

Though I suppose you could do something,
couldn't you?

You can't be serious.
How is this fair?

Ain't no fair in wrestling!

Guys, why aren't you stopping this?

Oh, don't look at them.
They ain't coming to save you this time.

What do I do? I can't fight them all!
They'll crush me!

Or worse, they'll…

Our only mission
is to learn The Perfect Strike.

She's gotta get out of there, right?
She can't win this!

No. She's…

She's gonna fight.

Come on. Don't you remember
what you said at the start of all this?

"A real wrestler
wouldn't back down."

If you really believe that…

If you really believe
you've grown…

then right now, prove it!

Andy!

Perm Power!

Perm Power Special Flat iron!

Now who's fair?

- Look out!
- Perm Power Special!

Spear!

Come on!

Perm g*ng, formation!

Perm Power Special!
Grand Pompadour!

Hey, what are you doing?

You were just dominating
that blue guy.

Go back to doing that.
But for the other three.

It's not that simple, Craig.

Even the most
highly trained wrestlers

can be easily overwhelmed
by multiple attackers.

So what do I do?

Back when my dad
would train my brothers,

they could never
lay a finger on him.

They outnumbered him, but that
just made them overconfident.

Sloppy. Reckless.

He could read them like a book.

He'd capitalize on their
mistakes and punish them.

You can't fight them
like individuals.

Treat them like a group,
find their patterns.

Capitalize on their mistakes.

And punish them.

They're not fighting like
Mikey's brothers. They're cautious.

One distracts while
the others sneak attack.

Time for some payback.

What do we do, big guy?
It ain't working no more.

Well, I'll tell you what we…

Big guy?

No. Not again.

Immaculate, you okay?

I know you're not here.
You're not real.

It ain't gonna work this time.

It won't work!

What?

- What's he doing?
- He's breaking formation!

No. He's leading us to victory!
Come on!

This is bad.
They're overwhelming her.

Andy, The Perfect Strike…
You have to do it.

He's right. They're not even covering
each other anymore.

If I could just…

No!

No! Shut up.
You can do it.

Give it everything.

Just do it right now!

Get out of my way!

Go!

Perfect Strike!

No.

The Perm g*ng is back, baby!

Andy, are you okay?

It didn't work.

It still didn't work.

Why?

What's she doing wrong?

I don't know. She…

It should…

She's getting
her butt kicked out there!

You gotta have something.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe, I haven't really grown.

All the training…
All the work…

was chasing you.

All, so I could have the chance to get
close to becoming like you.

But…

maybe, you were
always too far away.

Maybe I could
never become you.

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

Is that what you've been
trying to do this whole time?

Become Aunt P?

Of course you're not Aunt P!
You think I'd manage her?

You're Andy!

Now forget the dumb old lady move
and just fight!

Like, now! They're coming!

I'm not Aunt P?

The essence of creativity.

Everything synthesized
to form one singular moment…

of inspiration.

Craig, you're a genius.

- What just happened?
- I don't know, but you heard her.

I'm a genius.

The missing piece… is her.

It's everything
she's been through.

Everything she's done,
all expressed in a singular moment.

Perfect Strike!

Is that it?
That was…

What's happening?

- Impossible!
- What is this?

That was the thing!

That was the Perfect Strike!
But… how?

It looked way different
than when Aunt P does it.

You're right.
She changed it…

to what she was doing before.

The Perfect Strike was
created by Quesa Poblana.

Designed by her for her.

That's the piece we missed.

Doing it Aunt P's way
only works for Aunt P's body!

Andy had to modify it
to what felt natural for her!

Did you know
she could do that?

Her name's Andy.
Think you'll wanna remember it.

So the legendary Quesa Poblana
has taken a pupil.

No!
I don't know what that was.

I thought that looked
like your old move.

Well, if you're not with her,

I'm sure the GWC would be interested
in someone with that kind of talent.

Maybe I'll go have a chat.

Nice catching up with you,
Aunt P.

No.

Move! Move!
Move you stupid…

Move!

- She did it!
- Did you see that?

Craig does it again.

Aunt P.

Did you see? Aren't you surprised?
I can do it now!

Everybody, shut up!
We're going. Come on!

What? No. That was only one.
I can do more. Just my arm is…

- Oh, hang on. I got you.
- No…

Enough!

- You think she's gonna come out?
- She can't make you guys leave.

You did The Perfect Strike!

She didn't even think
you could do one.

No. I agreed to ten of them.

A deal's a deal.

Who knows? After seeing you fight,
I'm sure plenty of teachers would…

I know I have to leave now.

I'll be out of here
in a minute.

Maybe I could just get
a ride to the hospital?

What'd she say?

- Did you fall through the roof again?
- I said, I'll train you, okay?

What?

But you have to do exactly
what I say, when I say it.

No questions asked.

- Really?
- Is this a trick?

- What changed your mind?
- Are you impressed by The Perfect Strike?

I just said, "No questions!"

- She said yes!
- No! Don't touch me!

Get off of me!

What have I done?

You missed a spot.
No. Still there.

Still there.

- Still…
- Craig!

Maybe you could
give her a hand, Craig.

- She does have a dislocated arm.
- Her? What about me?

I bent my fingernail when I was
slamming her into the turnbuckle.

Look at this!
Can you see this? Look!

You're not looking.

Oh, no! You broke her.

I'm just… realizing how
lucky I am to have you guys.

- Definitely broke.
- Thanks to both of you… we did it.

We got me a teacher.

Knocking on my door this late…

Who in the heck…

Sorry to drop by so late.

I was just hoping I could steal
a quick moment with…

Ms. Andy.

I was at the match earlier
and well,

I was quite impressed
by how you handled yourself.

Okay! Hold it right there!
Accountant Girl doesn't need a manager.

She's already got
the best in the game.

Unless you're interested
in some sort of equity partnership,

in which case we should talk.

Mbrandon said there was
a GWC rep at The Rusty Rumble.

- This might be him.
- Guilty as charged.

Young lady, I just must ask

with talent like yours
and a tenacious manager like him,

surely you must have
someone training you.

Yes! Actually, Aunt P…

Quesa Poblana
just agreed to train me.

She told me she was retired.

She must really
see something in you.

That's super nice of you to say.
I didn't get your name.

Oh, me? I'm no one.

Just an old timer who knows talent
when he sees it. And you, well…

The GWC thinks
you've got what it takes

to go for
the qualifying trials.

Don't tell me Aunt P
hasn't told you.

Well…

When you're ready to take your journey
to the next level, you should ask her.

Like you said, it's late.
Why don't I show you out?

- Wait. What's the…
- No. I do have to be on my way.

You've got a good
teacher here, Andy.

Keep up that training
and before you know it…

it's showtime.

Are you out of your mind?
You show up at my house?

- How did you even…
- You think we couldn't find you on a farm?

Please give us some credit.

We just never had
a reason to come say hi.

Till now.

You stay away, understand?

I am not gonna
let you do to her

what you did to me.

We'll be in touch, Aunt P.

With both of you.