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[rumbling]

[all shouting]

Give them Toes what's coming to 'em.

Put 'em the dirt!

I can't believe it.

I thought if I found the truth,

we could help everyone but...

both sides...

Both of them attacked each other

as soon as they had a chance.

The power of journalism failed.

Hey, look, this isn't your fault, okay?

But we don't have a lot of time.

We're gonna find Craig and Bertie

and we're gonna figure out how to stop this.

Craig? Bertie?

Bertie! Ruff and Tumble,

they blew up each other's statues!

Their followers are going berserk on each other.

It's getting really bad.

[Craig] Uh, guys?

[gulps]

Sounds like it's going perfectly.

What?

You seemed like nice people.

I didn't want to deceive you,

but those wrestlers?

They're too far gone.

This was the only way to fix things.

[Mikey gasps]

The paranoia...

Both sides blaming each other for continuing the violence.

It's because both sides were being played the entire time

by you.

You used us to distract them!

Do you have any idea what you've done?

They're killing each other out there!

Why?

Forget this. We gotta go back!

Tell everyone before it's too late.

[gasps]

I've been working toward this moment for too long. I...

can't allow you to interfere.

What?

- Tsk. - [gasps]

- [grunts] - [screams]

[grunting and groaning]

[both straining]

[Mikey] Andy!

I'm fine. Go find Ruff and Tumble.

Tell them they're being manipulated.

I'll hold her here.

- [grunts] - [thud]

[Andy] This strength...

How is she...

Bertie, stop!

I don't wanna hurt you!

You should worry about yourself.

[screams]

Wait. What are you...

Let's wrestle.

[echoing] Wrestle...

[gasps]

[whimpers]

[screams]

[sighs]

Huh?

You've lost it! Are you out of your mind?

- [grunts] - [groans]

[both screaming]

[loud thud]

[groans]

What the...

There!

[panting]

Okay, I'm guessing this is your first gang war.

Just stay low, follow my lead and you'll be...

[screaming]

Oh, my gosh, Craig! Craig!

[Craig screams]

[grunting, straining]

So you are a wrestler.

[grunts]

Was anything you told us...

[grunts] ...true?

- Ugh! - [gasps]

[straining, grunts]

[screams]

You're angry, I get it.

These people ruined your home,

but this isn't the way!

[Bertie] A reckless attack like that.

She thinks that'll work on me?

[screams]

[thud]

[straining]

- [grunts] - [thud]

[groans]

[Bertie] She's not gonna go down easy.

I need to finish her quick so I can stop her friends.

She's really left me no choice.

[grunts]

[straining]

[Andy] That stance...

Perfect...

[echoing] Strike!

[groans]

[screams]

[grunts, groans]

[panting]

I can't believe you forced me to use that stupid move.

How... how did you...

By watching them.

[gasps]

So this is how it ends.

Lookin' that way.

Stop!

[sputtering] Stop.

You guys, you're being manipulated.

The attacks,

the explosives, your statues...

Someone wants you to destroy each other.

[together] What?

This chick named Bertie,

it's all her!

[groans]

Uh, Bertie?

We ain't got time for her nonsense.

Wait, you know her?

[Bertie] Their loss to Poblana did more than change them.

It broke them.

Figuring out that stupid move

consumed every waking moment of their lives.

Of our lives.

It was all they cared about.

More than each other.

More than me.

I tried to tell them

they needed each other.

That if they just worked together,

they could finally have what they wanted.

Their stubbornness drove them apart.

They surrounded themselves with their followers,

their dojos, their distractions...

And then I was... alone.

You're their daughter.

They never figured out the perfect strike,

but I did.

That's why you're here, right?

To learn it?

I can teach you.

All you have to do is step aside.

Let my parents' followers erase each other.

It's what they would have done anyway.

And then when it's over and everything else is gone,

all the distractions, their obsessions...

I'll...

I'll finally get my mom and dad back.

[Andy] She's doing all this

just to have her parents back.

To get them to notice her.

What's...

What...

what's the right thing to do here?

But you'd make things worse.

You'd let people hurt each other.

- Bertie... - What?

What don't you get?

Don't you see this is the only way?

Just stand aside!

I'm sorry, Bertie,

I can't.

[screams]

[grunting]

Why do you even care about this stupid town?

Can't you see you're on the wrong side of this?

- [grunts] - [straining]

Perfect Strike!

[screams]

[straining]

[Andy] Can't keep taking hits like this.

[grunts]

[grunts]

And now you're running?

Coward!

[Andy] If I keep my distance,

I can buy Mikey and Craig more time.

I can't hit her, but at least she can't hit me.

Wait.

Why can't she hit me?

[straining]

[Andy] The range of Aunt P's Perfect Strike

extends far beyond her reach.

But Bertie's... it's missing the blast of wind,

But how does that help me?

Perfect Strike!

[groans]

[panting]

[gasps] Her toes...

They're gripping the mat.

But why?

[gasps] It's like Mbrandon.

The way he drew power from his legs.

Is that what it takes for her to do the move?

If I'm wrong... If she lands this next attack,

I'm done for.

But if I'm right,

if this works...

[Bertie] This is it.

It's over.

[panting]

[Andy] Hold, wait till the last possible minute.

Till I know the exact spacing, then...

[Bertie] Perfect Strike!

[grunts]

I missed?

[grunting]

[straining]

[screaming]

What is this?

This is a Wrist Lock.

A modified version of my Ankle Crank technique.

The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt.

But my Perfect Strike!

Your Perfect Strike has a big flaw.

Your footwork sacrifices mobility for power.

It's impressive, but it's nowhere near enough

to generate the blast of wind like the real thing.

In other words, you may be close...

But right now,

your technique is an Imperfect Strike!

No! No, no, no, no, no, no!

[Ruff] Bertie!

No, no.

The guys, they did it.

Bertie, I know you think your plan was the only way.

But look, your parents,

they're here.

[Bertie] Ugh!

Talk to them.

Bertie, what these kids said...

Tell me it ain't true.

Please forgive me.

I... I only did it because...

So you admit it!

You did destroy our statues!

Of all the selfish, attention grabbing,

half-witted things you've done...

Whoa, hold on!

Everybody calm down!

She got this from you!

Me? Oh, that's a load of donkey dust.

This is classic Tumble.

[muffled arguing]

[breathing heavily]

Did we do it?

Well, they're not destroying the town anymore.

[Andy] What? What's happening?

They just completely forgot about her!

This is what she was talking about,

what pushed her to do all this.

Bertie, I...

I didn't know it was this bad.

[Bertie] They're here.

They know what I was doing...

and they still don't care about me.

What's wrong with me?

Why don't they...

Bertie, what's happening?

That's right...

[Bertie] What's wrong with me?

Why don't they... Why don't they...

Why don't they...

[straining]

[narrator] Abandoned by her parents,

young Bertie struggled to understand their devotion,

their obsession with wrestling.

Why it meant more to them than family.

And where understanding failed...

hatred bloomed.

[grunting]

[crashing, thudding]

[straining]

[narrator] She had trained her hands and feet endlessly

in an attempt to get her parent's attention.

Now, they were symbols of their obsession.

[grunting]

[straining]

[narrator] What she didn't know,

what she couldn't know,

was that over the years,

these bindings made her muscles dense.

Compact.

Hair triggers, ready to explode

at the slightest agitation.

This was that moment.

For it was here,

seeing all her efforts turned to ruin,

driven mad with hatred,

that Bertie became...

Unbound.

[roaring]

Bertie?

[grunts]

[roaring]

- What is it? - It's not human.

[woman] It's a monster.

[Bertie] Monster?

Monster?

You did this to me!

[grunting]

[Andy grunts]

Bertie, stop! Don't do this.

You're still protecting them?

[screams]

[grunts]

Power Bomb!

[groans]

[groans]

Andy!

- [whimpering] - She's your daughter!

Do something!

Toe Path...

Earthquake!

[rumbling]

[strains, groans]

Ugh!

Her parents focused on upper or lower body techniques.

She has complete mastery of both.

But that's only part of her power.

[grunts]

- [screams] - [groans]

It's her rage, all that pain!

I have to end this fast.

[grunts]

If I let it drag on...

[straining]

[screaming]

[groaning]

She'll crush me!

Finger Path...

Gatling Gun!

- [thudding] - [straining]

- [thud] - [screams]

- Power Bomb! - [screaming]

Bertie's parents are useless,

we gotta help Andy ourselves.

Already on it.

Bertie's attacks are dangerous,

but they're wild.

[screaming]

[Mikey] She's not covering her openings.

Andy just has to find the right opportunity,

the perfect moment...

[grunting]

Bertie, don't!

You ruined everything.

I'll never forgive you.

I'll never forget you!

[screams]

[chuckles nervously] Uh, Mikey,

this looks pretty bad.

When's that moment coming?

[straining]

[grunts]

[screaming]

The Power Bomb is a high risk,

high reward technique.

Getting more air exponentially increases the damage

you can inflict on your opponent.

But also,

more time in the air, means less control.

The slightest shift in weight

can throw you off course.

It leaves you completely open.

[Andy] Bertie, I had no idea.

No clue you were in this kind of pain.

That you were hurting this much.

You were the one who needed saving,

not this town.

I'm so sorry.

Power...

[screaming] Bomb!

Andy, now! Reverse it!

[Andy] Forgive me, Bertie.

Way ahead of you, Mikey!

[grunts]

[screaming]

[groaning]

[screams]

[grunts]

[all cheering]

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

[Andy] She's not moving.

Is she okay?

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

- Stop. Someone needs to... - [people exclaim]

[exclaims] It's alive!

[crowd shouting]

[woman] Leave us alone! We don't want you here!

Stop. Stop! She's just a kid!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[panting]

[straining]

[strains]

Bertie, wait!

[panting]

Bertie...

Some nice moves out there, kid.

Looked like you was embodying the true spirit

of the Finger in that ring.

Please. That was pure, unadulterated

Toe technique out there.

[Ruff groans]

[shouts] What's the matter with you?

You did this!

That kid, she just wanted...

She wanted you!

But you couldn't put aside your stupid feud.

She wasn't a monster.

She was your daughter.

This is all your fault!

How dare you!

That's right. That's right, you heard me.

Oh, you want some, huh? You want some?

[all arguing]

[Andy] They're... hopeless.

Is this what we wanted to happen?

No.

Nah, I don't think so, Mikey.

Should we go after her?

Bertie?

[clears throat]

Guys, we got our own problems.

Perfect Strike's not gonna figure itself out.

[sighs]

Right.

[Craig] Well, that was messed up.

[Mikey sighs]

[Mikey] Sorry this turned out to be a dead end, guys.

I still can't believe it.

All that pain, all because of...

[Andy] Wrestling.

To think something so many people love

could lead to such...

sadness.

You, uh... You good?

Yeah.

Just thinking...

We should promise we won't let that happen to each other.

- [Mikey] Deal. - [Craig] Deal.

One day left.

Ready to get to it.

Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Hey, Mikey,

can I borrow your phone for a sec?

Oh, uh, sure.

You know, if you need a phone,

I think Craig sells them at...

Yep. Yep, I know.

[sniffles]

Ugh.

Hey, Mom?

Dad?

I know, I know...

Yes, I'm alive.

No, nothing.

Just sayin' hey.

[theme music playing]