Getting The Money

by **HellishxHades** Fri Mar 09, 2018 8:23 pm

As Monday Night Fusion returns from commercial break, we see Mr. Dashing at the announcer table.

Mr. Dashing:
Ladies and Gentlemen, earlier today Schmidty was attacked. Well, it would be easier to show you then to explain it. This was recorded on the security camera backstage in the parking lot.

The video began to roll on the titantron and in full screen for those at home. A Nissan Sentra pulls in from the outside. It rolls to a stop, and as the engine is turned off, the front door opens as Schmidty steps out of the luxurary car. He begins to catiously walk over to the trunk. Before he open it he looks over his shoulder to make sure there isnt anyone behind him, looking to seek the reward for the hit on Schmidty that Johnny Sampson has posted last week.

As he closes the trunk of his Sentra, a duffle bag in toll, he starts to head out of parking lot, when two gentlemen walks out from the hallway to the parking lot.

Schmidty:
Crowe? Caleb? Don’t tell me you are here for the reward.

Crowe:
Dude, nothing personal but, if beating you into a bloody pulp, get us that money.

Caleb:
And hopefully then we will get our tag team championship shot.

Schmidty:
You know I am not just gonna let you attack me with out a fight come on then. Bring it.

With that Crowe and Caleb rush Schmidty, who tosses Caleb to the side, while Crowe cracked him in the jaw. Caleb rejoin his fellow anarchist in the attack on Schmidty. They whip him into his Sentra, and they continued to kick and stomp on him. Crowe pointed at the door, and Caleb went to open it. Then Crowe lifted him up and as Schmidty got to his feet Caleb gored him into the interior of the car door. As Schmidty fell to his knees his looks up at the Anarchist standing above him.

Crowe:
As I said, nothing personal. Just business.

As the two were about to slam the car door onto Schmidty, when all of the sudden, from the hallway ran out the Brass Ring Club. The Anarchist runs off as The Brass Ring Club helped Schmidty to his feet, he began to walk back to the hallway, grabbing his duffle bag on the ground and taking it with him to the locker room.

The screen returns to Mr. Dashing at the announcer table.

Mr. Dashing:
Luckily, Brass Ring Club saved Schmidty from any damage that The Anarchist could do, If we know our General Manager, he will probably still have Schmidty compete tonight.