Schmidty Presents: Monday night Fusion!

As Fusion edition #72 becomes underway, instead of the usual graphic we get a "Schmidty Presents: Monday Night Fusion" graphic instead. The signature pyro lights up the stage as Mr. Dashing explains the elephant in the room.

Mr. Dashing
Yes folks, you are seeing it right. Schmidty is the General Manager for the night. A last minute emergency came up for Johnny Sampson and apparently his ties with Sampson's daughter landed Schmidty to be the replacement. Although it's only for tonight, he already seems to be, well, changing things up a little bit.

And with that we are taken to the back where Schmidty is standing in the hallway with a big smile on his face as is expected considering his current position.

Schmidty
Ladies and Gentlemen, oh do I have a lot to say.

He pauses for the little bit of suspense factor before continuing.

Schmidty
First off, welcome to Schmidty Presents: Monday Night Fusion!!!!!!

A large mixed reaction is given off by the fans. Some finding it very interesting to see what he has planned and others just hating his guts for his disrespectful attitude.

Schmidty
Let's get to business. Dad had to go somewhere and Laura's busy so I was given the responsibility of running the show for the night. Sure Johnny was iffy, but the papers are signed and I am temperary General Manager. Which means, i'm the boss. What I say goes and this card he has pre booked, imma scrap it.

He says as he rips a sheet of paper in half.

Schmidty
We're gonna start with Mister Paul Divine. First course of action is that I am banning the False Gods from the building tonight. They're gone, you're on your own bud. You're on your own against........Jimmaurie Williams.

He smiles as boos are echoing throughout the building.

Schmidty
In your first match. In your second match it'll be Falls Count Anywhere as you will take on Ryan Colt!

Yet another chorus of boos, but he's not done.

Schmidty
And in your third and final match, tables will be the name of the game as you will step into that ring against.....Bannon!

He shows a grin only a man with bad intentions would sport. The power he feels is enough to truly satisfy him.

Schmidty
I mean, did you think that after getting that FLUKE victory over me at Point Break and then attacking with with a steel chair with your little goons would be the end of this?? That I was just gonna get up, brush myself off and avoid you? Nah. This isn't over. Because those matches may be your fate for tonight, but I got the power to book ahead of time. Even if you find a way to be victorious tonight, some how, this Sunday you'll be facing off against Desolation in a two on one handicap match at Dark Carnival.

The fans do not approve of these unfair actions towards The Asian Sensation, however, Schmidty could care less.

Schmidty
Speaking of Desolation, they'll also be in action tonight. Like Divine will at Dark Carnival, our Self Proclaimed United States Champion, Samuel Boone will give us a glimpse of what Desolation could do to one man when he takes them on. And Boone, I need you to know, this isn't personal, you're nothing more than a mere example of what happens when you stand in my way. There can't be two United States Champions. Which is why, despite Sampson's orders to shy away from booking title matches, this one was made an exception. Me and you at Dark Carnival. That way I can shut down the haters and prove once and for all that I am the TRUE United States Champion!

James shows up at this point and hands Schmidty a bottle of water.

Schmidty
Thanks, i'm parched.

He takes a quick drink before getting back to business.

Schmidty
Ahh, ok. Now we got Xander Slate. I don't like you. You know this. But I got more beef with Divine and Boone than I do you so I am letting you off with just a one on one. Against The Witch Doctor.

James
Yeah bitch.

Schmidty
James chill. And this leaves our main event! Justin Sane. You claim to be the man around here. Which I wouldn't of questioned until you started holding Savage's hand the past couple weeks and letting him speak on your behalf. But, imma give you the chance to prove me wrong when I say you're not shit.......so you'll step in a STEEL CAGE! With none other than the Anarchy Champion, Chris Andrews! But don't fret my legion of undying fans, because I WILL be in action tonight . . . Against Man-Wolf! That's the show folks.

Schmidty smiles, and begins to walk off as the fans cheer at the main event until he suddenly stops.

Schmidty
Oh by the way, in case you don't know where I am.

He walks towards the window as the camera zooms out to reveal that Schmidty's office is in Cole Savage's Sky Box.

Schmidty
I don't think Cole minds.

He says as he sits at the desk and props his feet up.

Schmidty
What a great manager I am right? Well if you agree then don't forget to vote on the poll! That's right, i'm on the poll on CMV.com. I whooped it up myself. It asks, How great is Schmidty? The options. Pretty Great. He's Amazing. I love him.

He smiles once more.

Schmidty
Now, enjoy the.....ahem............MY show folks!

And with that, the camera fades and we are taken to the ring for the first match of the night.

(All credit to Batman, I just did some touch-ups <3)

After a quick commercial break, Schmidty is spotted relaxing in Savage’s skybox soaking up the opportunity to wield the power that he is. He takes a sip of the drink in the glass that he’s holding and lets loose with a sigh of satisfaction.

Schmidty puts the glass right on the mahogany desk, then cracks his knuckles in preparation for maybe tackling some paperwork. However, he looks up and notices the hulking figure of Cyborg standing above. The two men make eye contact for a long time, until Cyborg shifts his gaze to the cup on the desk.

Putting two and two together, Schmidty grabs the cup and quickly places it on a coaster then makes sure to wipe off the wet ring from the table. Cyborg then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone. He taps the screen a few time then places it on the table. On the screen is a pissed off looking Cole Savage, though he manages to retain his composure as he speaks.

-Cole Savage-
Good afternoon, Schmidty. Hope you’re finding everything in the room to your liking…

It lasts only for a second.

-Cole Savage-
YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU THINK YOU CAN WALTZ INTO MY SANCTUARY AND DO AS YOU PLEASE? YOU’VE BEEN PISSING ME OFF FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND YOU’VE MESSED AROUND AND ENDED UP BACK ON MY RADAR! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I’M GOING TO--

Schmidty places the phone face down, muffling the sound coming from the speakers. Eventually the sound of Savage screaming ends after he hangs up in frustration. Schmidty goes to return the phone to Cyborg, but the masked man is already on his way out of the room, chuckling to himself with Schmidty’s glass in hand.