| [Joe
Shmoe and Fulcrum are seen in the backstage area after a non televised
live event. They are in a locker room and every other wrestler has left
to go on the plane to the next event. They are still in their wretling
attire. They seem to be having some sort of conversation. Let's listen
in.]
Shmoe:
Ok, here's the deal, I want to sell you my EWF North American belt. Not
the Championship, the belt. How much are you willing to offer?
Fulcrum:
Me, North American Champian? Russia be proud of me...
Shmoe:
No, no, no! I'm still the champion, you can just have the belt, because
I will not lose a match with this title on the line.
Fulcrum:
Me, Nors American Champion! Has nice ring to it. I call mummy back home
in Irkukustan in Russia. She love me so much you know. She be so...
Shmoe:
No! No! No! I'm still the champion, you just buy the belt from me. I need
the money. Being the World Champion doesn't bring in the pay I thought
it would. Cheap EWF bastards!
Fulcrum:
Oh, understand. I just buy belt from you.
Shmoe:
Finally, you understand, right?
Fulcrum:
Yah! Understand. I give you one bottle o' wodka.
Shmoe:
What? Are you retarded? NO! This title is worth a lot more than your stupid
homemade vodka.
Fulcrum:
But, I try hard to make best wodka in Russia. And, in America. I give you
serty Russian dollars.
Shmoe:
Serty? What the hell? Oh, you mean thirty. How much is that worth Canadian?
Fulcrum:
Well, maybe about two hunrded shiny little Candian pennies.
Shmoe:
That's not good at all. Jesus Christ all mighty. That's like a dollar American.
Fulcrum:
EE's worth it!
Shmoe:
No, not at all. If you were in a band you'd be guitarded! [Shmoe
laughs at his own joke.]
Fulcrum:
Vat? No understand.
Shmoe:
Nevermind. How about you give me five hundred AMERICAN dollars. This Canadian
money is worth nothing.
Fulcrum:
I don't know, I could buy many amberg vit dis money. I like dee amberg.
Shmoe:
Look how shiny it is.
Fulrum:
Deal! Just like shiny pennie.
[Fulcrum
goes to his bag to get the money. He turns around with the money in his
hand. Shmoe and Fulcrum are about to make the exchange when suddenly..]
EWF
Official: What the hell are you two doing? Why are you still here?
Fulcrum:
I just buy...
[Shmoe
punches him in the face.]
Fulcrum:
vat dat for? Why you punch Fulcrum?
Shmoe:
We were doing nothing.
Fulcrum:
Oh, uh, yes, he sell me amberg for shiny penny.
EWF
Official: Okay, well you guys had better hurry up, the plane is about leave.
Shmoe:
Oh, ya, here we come.
[Shmoe
and Fulcrum follow the official out of the arena. Well, they didn't sell
the belt this time, but there is always tomorrow, on the Super Fun Happy
Hour. The camera fades to black.]
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