Charlie walks past the XWF superstars congregated in this shithole town. His championship belt (you know, the one on the sidebar over there --->) is tied around his waist. He looks jubilant and proud.

"Hey there, what you all up to? Standing around with your thumbs up your asses waiting for an autograph? Real championships belts are pretty hard for you all to come by these days, huh? Well alright, step right up. I'll let you hold the belt and get a photo."

Charlie unclips his belt and holds it up as he gestures for the crew to come forward.

"So who wants to hold this bad boy first?"