Invincible Fight Girl (2024) s01e06 Episode Script

Ruff setting up Tumble.
Demon drop from Tumble
My goodness!
Wait, Quesa Poblana is back
She seems to just be waiting
in some kind of strange stance.
I don't think I've ever seen
anything like this.
Ladies and gentlemen,
what a stunning upset!
The rookie, Quesa Poblana,
just sent Ruff & Tumble flying
with some kind of special move!
Taking a decisive victory
in her GWC debut.
Man. She was so young here.
She was doing stuff at that age
people don't do their whole careers.
It's like her body was designed
to be amazing at wrestling.
I wish I knew
what happened to her.
How could something as great as
Welp, you can worry about that
another time. Back to work.
Oh, hold on.
An absolutely
stunning turn of events.
Ruff & Tumble,
tough break out there, guys.
Let's talk about that incredible move
Quesa Poblana just pulled off tonight.
- "Incredible"? "Incredible"?
Now, I don't know
what you call that thing,
but it sure as heck
were no real wrestling.
The Quesa Poblana's
making a mockery
of this whole darn organization using
them cheap party tricks.
Heck, anyone can do that.
The GWC is for real wrestling.
Wait a minute, guys.
Are you suggesting you'd be able to pull
off a move like that yourselves?
We're suggesting
that the next time
we see you, Quesa Poblana,
you gonna be sorry
'cause Ruff & Tumble are gonna
figure out what you did.
Oh, yes, we are.
And then, it's gonna be
your turn to go flying.
You hear me, Quesa Poblana?
What?
They said they'd figure out
the Perfect Strike and use it on Aunt P.
Isn't that what you're supposed to say
when you lose?
Why haven't
I heard of these guys?
They're GWC-sponsored.
Pretty impressive record, too.
They've even got
a dojo close by.
Where are you going with this?
Well, Andy still hasn't been able
to pull off the Perfect Strike.
What if these guys
figured it out?
Could be worth at least seeing
if we could talk to them.
Maybe we should
pay 'em a visit.
What a dump!
Where is everyone?
Welcome to Rumbleweed,
home of the famous Ruff and Tumble.
This is definitely
the right place.
What are you doing?
Hide. They'll see you.
"They"? Who's "they"?
Attack!
- Who are you guys?
How dare you?
Silence your crusty mouths.
We'll be asking the questions.
Now, who sent you?
Was it a Toe?
What are you talking about?
Perhaps you'll feel
more talkative with our leader.
Rumbleweed's famed master
of the Perfect Strike,
the great Ruff!
Wait, Ruff?
Ruff's your leader?
- Hey, we did it! We found him.
- Does this look like we did it?
We're tied up in a warehouse.
It's the Toe.
We're under attack!
Thank goodness.
Some normal people.
Please, you guys got to save us.
Fools, we're not here
to save you.
What? Why?
Because you are clearly
new recruits of the Finger.
You will be brought to our leader
to face punishment.
Your leader?
Rumbleweed's one true master
of the Perfect Strike,
Tumble.
"The Toe, the Finger"?
What is going on here?
I'm gonna
get you out of here.
I'll have you out in a second.
I just need to get these ropes loose.
There. Come on, move!
Now!
I tried to warn you.
Okay. Who are you
and what is all this?
I'm Bertie.
And this is Rumbleweed.
This place used to be
a wrestling destination.
People would come from all around
to see Ruff & Tumble.
Life was good,
and then one day, it wasn't.
Who knows how or why,
but all of a sudden,
Ruff & Tumble
just hated each other.
And their hatred spilled over to their
followers who worshipped them.
And then, well, wrestlers did
what wrestlers do.
They became violent.
And the two sides, one calling
themselves the Finger Clan
and the other, the House of Toe,
began attacking each other.
And they drove away
businesses, residents.
Even my own parents
were caught up in it.
Can't someone do something?
There's no one left.
I'm too weak to do anything.
Anyways, you guys should
probably move on yourselves.
Whatever you came here for,
you won't find it.
This town's finished.
Well, don't gotta
tell me twice.
Andy?
This feeling from this girl,
it's like a pit, a darkness.
And it's not just her.
It's this whole place.
Is it really right for us
You're here all alone,
and you're saying we should just leave?
- I've decided.
I know, Mikey.
There's something I have to do,
something important,
and I only have two days left.
But this is important, too.
Bertie, I'm Andy.
These are my friends, Craig and Mikey.
And we're gonna help you
take back your town.
What? Why?
Yes. Why?
'Cause it's
the right thing to do.
That's nice of you, but the truth is, I'm
probably gonna leave town myself anyway.
Mikey, talk some sense
into her.
Andy's right.
We are gonna help Bertie save her town.
But we'll do it with
the power of journalism.
What?
No one knows why Ruff & Tumble
started hating each other, right?
Well, the first step
to fixing this town
is knowing what broke it
in the first place.
Everyone has a story to tell.
If we let Ruff & Tumble tell theirs,
we'll learn how to end this conflict
in a nonviolent diplomatic fashion.
You're both out of your mind!
- What's wrong with you?
After the split, they created separate
dojos at the end of town,
and they never leave them.
And their followers won't let you inside.
You think journalism
will get you past all that?
You Toe spies have the audacity
to show your faces again?
Here on our turf?
Is your plan
happening yet, Mikey?
Yeah, 'cause this really
don't feel like a plan.
It's okay.
Just stay calm. Watch.
Actually, you got us.
We were only posing
as members of the Toe earlier
because we're
undercover journalists.
Explain yourself.
We've come to Rumbleweed
to do a profile on the great Ruff.
We just wanted
to lay low at first.
That's exactly what
those Toe dogs would say.
Mikey.
Is that something you'd say
the Toe often use against you?
Of course. They're cowards.
Cowards who have thought of nothing
but making life miserable for us.
That's sounds awful.
How is he doing this?
It's called
intentional listening.
It's an interviewing technique.
You give your subject
space to talk,
then, you repeat back to them
what they just said,
which makes them feel heard.
Both sides claim the other is the one
who escalated the violence.
And they have evidence.
By earning their trust,
we can find the truth.
They can't both be telling the truth.
Obviously, one of them is lying, right?
Sure doesn't seem like it.
Journalist boy!
The master has decided
to grant you an audience.
Behold,
he of the heavenly digits,
Push, push!
- Push!
- Push.
We're journalists.
We have a duty not to judge.
Our job is not to judge.
So, Tumble, maybe let's start
with how all this came to be.
It all started with her.
Back in the day, me and Ruff,
we was unstoppable.
Heck, we was about
to crack the top 100.
And then,
this kid showed up.
Quesa Poblana.
We ain't never lost like that.
Power.
It was the first time we'd experienced
real, true power.
Everything else we'd done
We might as well
be playing patty cake.
I devoted my life
to getting better,
to figuring that thing out.
I looked for years, till I finally
realized what was holding me back.
- Ruff.
- Tumble.
It came to me in my darkest hour,
my lowest moment.
The truth. The secret to that move,
It was in the fingers.
So I created the Finger Clan,
a gathering
of like-minded wrestlers
dedicated to mastering
the upper digits.
A place where we might pursue
the truths of ultimate power.
I had a revelation.
The secret to that wretched technique,
It was in the toes.
But that fool Ruff
couldn't see it.
And so I created this dojo,
the House of Toe,
a place where wrestlers
who seek true power
would discover its secrets by training
in the way of the lower digits.
Wait. I'm sorry.
That's why you call yourselves
the Toe and the Finger?
Because you divided wrestling
into the upper and lower body?
That's why
you guys are fighting?
The mysteries of the Toe
are not to be trifled with.
What my associates mean is
it's just
such an incredible tale.
- So did you succeed?
- Succeed?
You know, with Quesa Poblana.
Did you master her move
and use it against her in a rematch?
Why would we do that?
Incredible. You guys learned more
Well, than I have in years.
Are you serious?
All we found out is that these two
washed-up delusional half-wits
are leading
other delusional half-wits.
And they took wrestling, this thing that's
supposed to be pure and good,
and twisted it with
their weird petty weirdness.
You're right.
Don't you guys see?
The power of journalism worked.
Just think about
everything we learned.
The followers are zealots.
They're the ones engaging in the violence.
Ruff and Tumble may be the leaders
but their beef is just with each other.
Losing to Poblana
made them lose their way,
and in trying to find it, they grasped
onto whatever they could.
Even if it was something
as silly as fingers and toes.
It may not seem like it, but what's
underneath all this is just hurt.
That's interesting.
It's almost like if you could just get
them out of their dojos
and away from their followers,
they could maybe just hash it out.
Master!
Finger meditations?
Apologies, sir. But this has just come
in from the villain, Tumble.
Is this really gonna work?
They probably figured out
the letters were fake.
- Craig.
- Excuse you.
My forging skills
are top-notch.
Tumble!
Ruff!
See, right on schedule.
Hey, Bertie isn't here.
Who cares?
She probably left town already.
No. Craig,
we did all this for her.
Someone should go get her.
Oh, come on. Why me?
Never doing
anything nice again.
Don't worry.
This is all gonna work out.
Once the leaders make peace,
their followers will have no choice
but to follow suit.
We're really gonna
help this place.
I hope so, Mikey.
Well, well, well.
You yellow-bellied old goose.
I always knew you'd come
crawling back on your toes.
Oh, what the hell
you talking about?
You're the one that caved.
I'm just surprised you wrote a letter.
I didn't know you could write.
Now you wait one-trick-a-pick-a-minute,
Tumble.
I didn't send no letter.
You did.
Are you calling me a liar?
All right, I see what this is.
- What are they doing?
- They're not supposed to fight.
I had enough
of your blustering.
I think it's about time I shut you up
with my Perfect Strike.
No, you the one
gonna be shutting up.
My Perfect Strike here is strong
enough to level this whole town.
Well, my Perfect Strike
can bring down this whole county.
That doesn't look anything like
the Perfect Strike.
Master!
It was a trap,
just as we suspected.
Apologies,
Master Tumble.
But we knew
those Finger cowards
would never be honorable enough
to show up alone.
Looks like
you in some real trouble, huh?
Ain't nobody scared of you.
You're as bad a wrestler
as you was a husband.
They were married?
Okay, This is getting
out of control.
Stop, everyone!
Everyone, stop!
The journalist?
Bertie! Yo!
Isn't that her parent's room?
Y'all set this up?
Yes. We thought if you just
got together and talked,
you'd see how dumb
this whole thing is.
Fingers, toes,
upper body, lower body.
It's all stupid.
You wrestle with your whole body.
That's how it works.
That's number one.
And number 2,
you two need to get over it.
You lost to Poblana. Then what?
You got divorced.
You quit your team.
You did all this. Why?
Because you lost?
People lose.
Get over it!
You bald, jelly-legged gerbil.
I should have known you hired this
scrawny reporter to sabotage me.
You lying old bat.
You the one hired them
to undermine me.
Bertie, you in here?
Weird. Someone broke
into Bertie's house
and left a bunch of empty boxes
of explosives.
Hello, idiot!