*Todd walks down the streets of Munich, Germany with Gator eating some bratwurst. Todd looks embarrassed wearing lederhosen next to Gator in a fine suit*

"This is delicious!"

"You know, my match is tonight."

"And?"

"It would be helpful if instead of chowing down on German sausage-"
"HA GAY!
"-You would instead help me out with my trash talk."

"Okay, I'll help out... Go practice on those guys."

*Gator points to a small group of angry looking men with big black boots and skinheads*

"Why them!?"

"Pretend they're Man United and Spawn. If you can talk shit to much more threatening faces, then you're gold."

*Todd hesitates, but Gator pushes him close to the group. Todd looks very worried as the group glare at him*

"Eeerrmmmmmm....."

*Todd looks back to Gator still enjoying his bratwurst, he motions his hand to Todd to go on. Todd looks to the group again*

"Okay here goes nothing. Manu, I respect your heritage but you look ridiculous all the time. Just because the Maori tribal races lack the funds to build educational building, doesn't mean you should be stupid enough to not put on some pants."

"Oooooooh burn!"

"Why do you go around dressed like that? It's just dumb, you look like a reject from The Wild Thornberrys."

"Reference to an old cartoon, very nice."

"Why do you make promos asking people to take leaves from you? Are you even in Germany? Does the Maori of New Zealand usually fly across the world? What do the rest of your people think about you going across the world to fight people like me? That doesn't sound like a proud warrior, you do know spears aren't weapons here, they're actually moves."

*The group stands still looking at Todd*

"I haven't laughed yet Todd, come on pick up the slack!"

"Okay... Woe! You're going to be woeful once you lose tonight."

"Booooooooooooooooooooo."

"Erm. Woe, you look like a Mexican luchador who had an allergic reaction to the baby lotion you pour all over yourself."

"A little better keep going."

"You're a big guy yeah, but we all know that those steroids you've based your life on makes your dick smaller than The Crimson Face's nose."

*Gator laughs, Todd turns around to him smiling*

"Yeah I did it-"

*Todd is punched in the side of the head and goes down to the ground, the rest of the group start to stomp on his body*

"Dammit Todd! You're making me look bad. Get up!"

*The group continues to stomp on Todd*

"... Fine. Farewell bratwurst, we shall continue this dance again."

*Gator slowly places the bratwurst on the floor*

"Gator! Help!"

"I'ma coming."

*Gator walks over to the group and starts throwing punches and elbows, getting them away from Todd*

"I just realised these guys all have the same tattoo of the swastika."

"They're fucking Nazis!?"

"Oh some kind of zealot. I don't know."

*Gator stands with his fists clenched guarding Todd. The Neo-Nazis gather round the two in a spaced out group, but disperse when they hear sirens*

"Yeah! You better run."

*Gator helps Todd to his feet*

"Yup, you sure showed them Todd."

"Man I feel pumped up! I can't wait for this match now!"

"Okay calm down there Fido. Just let Face do most of the work and try not to trip over your shoelaces and you'll be fine."

"Okay, okay."

"Where's your camera?"

"Back at the hotel."

"So you mean that we fought Nazis and you did some embarrassing trash talk. And none of its on film."

"Uh-"

"You fucking moron. Go get the camera, I'll get those Nazis."

*Gator pats Todd on the shoulder and jogs to where the group fled. Todd looks depressed for a moment and looks around. He picks up Gator's bratwurst and begins to eat what's left. The footage cuts to black*