Golden Boyz

As the fallout of Monday Night Fusion begins with it's signature pyro erupting on stage, the cameras scour the roaring crowd of excited fans with Dashing Urie introducing us to the show. His voice then comes to a halt as the PA System lights up with...



And out he comes to a surplus of boos from the audience. Not only sporting his usual cocky grin but still having his United States Championship sitting firmly on his shoulder. He stands at the top of the ramp and just takes in the hate, fueling his smile as he slowly makes his way down the ramp. Taking his time just to toy with the fans, prolonging the time they have to spend with him. Knowing that nobody wants to have to hear him gloat about his victory. But, it truly amuses him to stroke his own ego. With that being said, he rolls into the ring where he is greeted by the ring announcer handing him a microphone before them being shooed out of the ring leaving Schmidty alone, in the center, ready to speak.

Schmidty
Ladies and gentlemen.......

The sound of his voice serves as a trigger to the fans causing the boos to reach new volume which irritates Schmidty.

Schmidty
Shut up.....

They of course continue, it being a pride thing for them and all.

Schmidty
Stop.....

The boos continue.

Schmidty
Muted.

He raises his hand in the air to signal the "muting" of the crowd before finally speaking over them.

Schmidty
Last night I proved that I am the greatest professional wrestler on the planet today.

He smiles, looking at his title.

Schmidty
Not only did I BEAT Xander Slate, but I made him TAP OUT!

He laughs to himself.

Schmidty
But, I can't be self centered. I can't take this time tonight to celebrate alone because I am not the only champion who was victorious last night. My best friend, Bryce Hurt, Light Heavyweight Champion, shut every single one of the haters down last night when he TOO tapped out his opponent. So Bryce, why don't you come down here and BS Incorporated celebrates together!

The smarks in the crowd pop at the mention of their tag team name from the independent scene as Bryce's music hits the PA System.



And out he comes, possibly the ONLY man in CMV who can match the ego that stands in the ring right now as Bryce comes walking out with his Light Heavyweight Championship held high over his head for all the booing fans to see. Schmidty claps for his best friend as Bryce takes in the admiration with a smile and heads down the ramp and up the steps, into the ring. Both men hug before holding their titles in the air for a quick photo shoot from those with smart phones pointed at the ring.

Schmidty
Congrats on the win brother.

Bryce pulls a microphone from his pocket and replies.

Bryce Hurt
Thanks man, and congrats to you. We are truly the GOLDEN BOYZ of CMV!

He smiles ear to ear.

Schmidty
Last night, we went into that arena with all the confidence in the world while all of you, doubted us. Declared us losers before the matches even began. But boy did we prove you wrong and now you and all the others who want to deny our greatness look dumb.

Bryce Hurt
Xander Slate wanted so bad to become relevant again and finally get his chubby little hands on some gold after so long, but he tapped out.......

Schmidty
And Curtis Heist wanted to be the big bad wolf to blow down the house that Bryce spent so long building but in the end, he tapped out.......

Bryce Hurt
That makes us submission specialists.

Schmidty
That makes us legends.

Bryce Hurt
That makes us the stars of these shows.

Schmidty
That makes us....

Before he can continue, he's cut off...



Schmidty looks livid that Slate has the GUTS to show up after Schmidty humiliated him the night before, however, Slate doesn't look too happy either and his temper may get the better of him as he stands at the top of the ramp, eyeing Schmidty with a microphone in hand. As he begins to raise it to his mouth, Schmidty cuts him off.

Schmidty
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO! Nah man, you're not gonna come out here and ruin OUR celebration. You had your chance to stand here tonight with this title around your waist and you blew it. Just like you did with your countless shots at the Undisputed Title this year. You're a loser Slate. Alright? Accept it. Hell, who am I kidding, you're not going to because your IGNORANT! What you're going to do is come out here and claim that the only reason why I beat you is because your little submission hold was banned. That if it wasn't for that, you'd be champion and because of that bullcrap, you want another shot. I know you too well Slate. Imma save you some time.

He smiles, and glances at his belt as Slate lowers the microphone, legit shaking his head in agreement, sort of applauding Schmidty with his eyes for covering that for him.

Schmidty
I don't think you deserve anything to be honest. I beat you. Fair and square. I'm better than you. But you still don't see that. You're looking at me with those eyes. Those same eyes you had two weeks ago. You think you can beat me. And if I give you that second chance, you think you're going to pull it off right? Wrong. You won't. Because you can't. I'm absolutely better than you in every aspect of this business. BUT, i'm a reasonable guy. And I so much enjoyed tapping you out last night so i'm in a good mood. I'll give you a second shot at my United States Championship.

The fans pop loud for that huge announcement as Schmidty quickly continues.

Schmidty
On one condition.

Slate raises an eye brow.

Schmidty
If you can beat Bryce in a one on one match here tonight.

Bryce's eyes widen as Slate changes his gaze to the LHW champion with a smile and a nod. He slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Xander Slate
No problem.



And with that, he drops the microphone and walks off stage as his music blares and Bryce and Schmidty exchange some words in the ring, Bryce obviously not expecting his friend to throw him in a match like that, especially since he's not even on Fusion. However, it's made official as we are taken to commercial.