You guys want to wrestle? Me and Becky against you two.
Sure, what are the rules?
There are no rules.
[Ronnie Anne] This looks awesome.
[screaming]
[groaning]
So, what's your character's backstory?
Are you both Aztec warriors lost in time?
Or oranges who escaped from the juice factory?
Less talking! More wrestling!
Okay, ooh, you know what I like? Thumb wrestling.
[fighting]
[groaning]
Haha!
All right, here's the plan, you lure them over here,
and I'll jump off the ropes and pin 'em.
But, won't that make them mad?
Don't worry about it, we can take 'em.
Just channel your aggression.
[grunting]
Come on you can do it. What makes you angry?
Tap into your tough side.
[grunting]
Ooh, a butterfly. [giggling]
Sid wait. [gasping]
[fighting]
Sid! Look out!
Awe. [screaming]
[gasping]
Sid! Where are you?!
[shivering]
Presentando, La Tormenta.
Our mask looks great.
Versus Valentina.
This should be an easy win for La Tormenta.
Marry me, Tormenta!
[fighting]
Aye! Maybe not so easy!
Nevermind, the wedding is off!
Why are you powdering yourself? Why are you powdering yourself?
What's up with La Tormenta? She's lost her mojo.
What could be different? Did she eat a big burrito?
[belching] I know I did.
Um, Tío Carlos, hypothetically speaking,
what would happen if a luchadora was wrestling
without her real mask?
According to Lucha Libre lore, that luchadora would be doomed.
[groaning]
Go La Tormenta! Go! Go!
[fighting]
Uno, dos, tres!
La Tormenta wins by the skin of her teeth!
We've gotta get the real mask back before her next match.
[gasping]
[cooing]
Sancho has the mask?
Sancho, that mask doesn't belong to you.
We need it back right now.
[cooing]
He says you want it, you gotta wrestle him for it.
You got this, Ronnie Anne.
[dinging]
I'll be back in two seconds. This will be a cinch.
[screaming]
Whoa. Now we know where La Tormenta's mojo went.
You think?
Okay, no more Ms. Nice Ronnie Anne.
Give... me... the... mask!
[squawking] You're out!
We got it!
We got it! We got it!
[screaming]
We're just in time for the final match.
[clucking]
Ooh, it could be lights out for La Tormenta.
We can't let that happen to La Tormenta.
We have to get her real mask.
[groaning]
Aah! Dang it!
La Gallina isn't going to let us get close to La Tormenta.
We have to distract her.
[groaning]
Wait, I know La Gallina's favorite way
to taunt her opponents. Follow my lead.
Victory cluck, victory cluck.
Victory cluck! Victory cluck!
[clucking]
Órale, I love this part, she is one pollo loco.
[groaning]
It's now or never.
Hey!
[clucking]
Today's forecast... a comeback!
Go, Tormenta!
Pin that chicken!
[groaning]
[cheering]
Uno, dos, tres!
La Tormenta has defended her title
in the greatest match ever!
Hah! Yeah! Thank you, thank you, muchos gracias!
Thank you! [laughing]
Tormenta, take me back!