[loud thudding]
[Andy] Perfect Strike!
Perfect Strike!
...Strike!
- Perfect-- - All right, all right.
Break time. Break time. Come on, sit.
Good stuff, champ.
[sighs]
I just feel so close.
- Mikey! - Hm?
How am I looking?
Form? Stance? Everything good?
Uh, yeah.
No, everything's great, Andy.
- [chuckles nervously] - Huh?
Okay. Break's over. Back to it. This is the one.
I can feel it.
[grunts softly]
- [grunts] - [bell dings]
[Mikey] 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...
[car honking]
[all] Huh?
[Andy] The Busters?
Hey, it's Andy!
[both] 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.
Hm?
[Goldy] 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-- - [Poblana] Ha!
Seven hours, 34 minutes and 28 seconds...
Actually.
Rude.
[Mikey] A tournament?
[gasps] Andy!
[Andy] Hm?
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? - Huh?
Where do we sign up?
[theme music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Whoa!
It ain't much, but it sure brings a crowd, huh?
Even gets the great Quesa Poblana out of the house.
[scoffs]
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.
- [grunting] - [indistinct chatter]
There's almost too many good choices.
Ooh, like that guy!
The Ankle Crank would probably be super effective on him.
Oh, what about her?
[snarls]
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... - [Mbrandon] Mikey?
[all] Mbrandon?
What are you doing here?
Looking to mess with Mikey again?
- Actually... - [Mbrandon scoffs]
Still got that fire in you. That's good.
Let's me know I made the right call.
The right call?
[Mbrandon] 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... I did talk to my dad.
He just... uh...
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.
[Mbrandon] I owe you, Accountant Girl.
[chuckles] You're a heck of a wrestler.
[Andy] 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--
[Opening Act] Not on my watch!
[panting]
[yelling]
Mbrandon's already got an opponent.
[laughs]
Me!
Ha!
Uhm, 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!
[sighs]
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?
[clears throat] 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! - Huh?
Probably. I don't know.
Looking at you, I feel like you're super weak.
- Hey! - What?
I fought real wrestlers, you know?
Maybe we should fight!
And you can find out, Opening Act!
Oh...
you're not just weak.
You're actually dumb.
I like you. You're funny!
But nah, you should probably fight someone like that.
[groans]
[growling]
[Opening Act] Laters!
Hey, bro, is your phone broken? I sent you mad texts.
[Craig] I know one thing,
you are not fighting "Shoe Man."
Yeah.
[scoffs] 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.
Uh... maybe he can't hear me in there?
[growls]
[in sing-song voice] Told you!
[in normal voice] No one's gonna waste their time fighting a nobody.
Ha!
[growls]
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?
[Stand Hydra] 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... - Huh?
[scoffs] Predictable. Obvious.
It's as clear as day.
None of these simpletons understand what wrestling is really about.
- What do you want? - Huh?
Uh...
Tough being the smallest wrestlers here, huh?
You know, if you need someone to fight--
[Stand Hydra] 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...
[Coca] Wrestlers, head on over to the main stage.
It's showtime!
Huh? [grunts]
You guys find anyone?
Sorry, Andy.
[Andy grunts] Now what?
Goldy, I can't find anyone to wrestle.
Hm, there's still one wrestler who doesn't have an opponent.
- [both gasp] - [The Shoe] Wait for me!
[panting]
Oh, gosh!
Anybody have some water?
Andy, The Shoe. The Shoe, Andy.
[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, uh... which one of you is the wrestler?
Out of curiosity, Shoe,
how many fights have you won?
Fights in the ring?
Uh, zero.
Fights with my wife...
Also zero! [laughing]
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! [sighs]
It wasn't supposed to go like this.
It's, uh, it's me.
I'm the wrestler.
[crowd cheering]
[Coca] First up, Rusty Rumble Royalty,
The Duke!
[crowd cheering]
[Andy] That guy! Who's gonna be his opponent?
[Coca] Up against Stand Hydra!
[Andy] Wait, her?
She's smaller than I am.
She's gonna get destroyed.
[The Duke roars]
[Stand Hydra] Abhorrent creature.
Posture all you like.
You won't lay a finger on me.
[bell dinging]
[The Duke snarling]
[grunts]
[grunts weakly]
[groaning]
Um...
Well, by way of knockout,
I guess the winner is Stand Hydra.
- [woman] What just happened? - [crowd murmuring]
Uh... what did she...
[mumbles] I don't know.
She puts on a good show.
[scoffs] We'll give these people a show
they'll really remember.
[grunting]
[Craig] I can't have my client fighting footwear!
I gotta find another wrestler.
Mildew?
You in here?
Mildew!
[Mildew] You've got some nerve...
[crowd cheering]
[both grunting]
Oh, look at 'em go!
The next generation...
What did Craig have to do that was so important he missed this?
[Andy] Those two... against either of them,
I know I would have figured out the perfect strike.
Oh... oh...
Oh.
[sighs]
What are you saying you "need wrestler?"
There's wrestlers all around!
No, no, no, no! Like a real wrestler!
For my client!
Someone tough. Come on, you know,
like some of the guys from around the neighborhood.
[sighs]
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."
[gulps]
But that was old Mildew!
Today, Mildew is forgiving man.
So, I will help you.
The Salon sent over some new goons to collect protection money.
Big bruisers.
Maybe they could be what you are looking for.
Ah...
How big?
[Poblana] What?
Nope. Don't care. Not my problem.
Soon those kids will be gone,
and everything will be back to normal.
[Scouter] Business a little slow?
[Poblana gasps]
Quesa Poblana?
[wrestler struggling] 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 laughing]
Mildew never forgives!
[gasps]
[gulps]
[Scouter] 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.
[Coca] 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.
Ugh.
Don't focus on him.
Concentrate on what you're here to do.
The Perfect Strike.
[sighs]
[Andy] 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.
[grunts softly]
[crowd cheering]
Oh, wait...
Wait a minute...
- I got it! - [Andy] This can't be happening.
No problem! I... Ow!
[yelling]
- [groans] - [crowd murmurs]
Ha! He knocked himself out!
[laughing]
[crowd laughs]
He's... he's probably just taking a nap, right?
He'll be up in no time!
Sorry, kid.
I gotta call it.
[Andy] 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...
[grunts]
Accountant Girl!
The Perm Gang?
[theme music playing]