PSW 2030 Draft I - Opening Ceremony

It is the 6th of December, 2030. 

9,000 fans fill the Sambuca City University arena. They surround a ring with the red-purple-and-blue logo of Psycho Style Wrestling printed on the apron. From that very ring, a red carpet stretches up a ramp to a big black stage. 

Sara Williams, wearing a clip-on microphone, steps out onto the stage, with two big screens above and two podiums at her sides. Several fans break out into howling frenzies upon seeing, which elicits a laugh from. Half proud, half embarrassed. 

Sara: I need no introduction, do I?

*Crowd pops*

Sara: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first-ever Psycho Style Wrestling draft! My name is Sara Williams, President of Talent Relations and...

Crowd: Mama Moolah! *Clap**Clap**Clap**Clap**Clap* Mama Moolah! *Clap**Clap**Clap**Clap**Clap*

Sara lets the chant continue before letting an earth-rattling howl, leading to an even louder pop.

Sara: Tonight, we're going to do a little landscaping on the road to Ascension! But first, allow to me introduce, the landlords.

On cue, Nalah Shabani and Jeffrey Campbell walk out, nodding and waving at the crowd, respectively. 

Sara: To my right, is Nalah Shabani, the General Manager of the Monday Night Madhouse! 

The crowd cheers conservatively. 

Sara: And to my left, is Jeffrey Campbell, the General Manager of the Friday Night Fight Pit!

The crowd cheers more boisterously for the Aussie promoter, to which he responds with a cheeky grin directed at his counterpart. Shabani clenches her jaw, but is otherwise impassive. 

Sara: Now, before I leave you in their capable hands, some rules:

1. Each brand can pick up to 3 talents in one go, provided they belong to the same team or faction. However, tag teams and factions being drafted together are NOT guaranteed. 

2. The PSW Jewell's and World Dominion Championships are the exclusive properties of the Madhouse and Fight Pit, respectively. Therefore, Queen Cobra and Paul Grizzly are ineligible. 

3. The draft will continue until only two wrestlers are left. Those two will FIGHT for their spot in that very ring to close out the show!

*The crowd pops*

Sara (turns away, waving): And that's it, see ya!

Shabani and Campbell look at her and at each other in apparent panic. 

Sara (spins back around): Ooh, I almost forgot! 

The crowd laughs as she digs into her pocket and pulls out a coin. The two GMs let out relieved sighs. 

Sara (flips the coin and catches it): We need to decide who gets first pick. Jeff?

Campbell (gestures at Shabani): Ladies first, eh?

Sara (nudges Shabani with her elbow): Ooh, chivalrous one. 

Shabani: ... The Madhouse picks heads!

Sara: Straight to business then. Heads for Madhouse. Tails for Fight Pit. 

Sara throws the coin high up in the air, so high that neither GM can see. It drops cleanly in her hand before she slaps it down on her wrist. 

Sara: Drum roll, please!

A rapid fire drum beat is heard on the speakers. Some of the fans even join in, slapping their laps.

Sara: And the first pick goes to... The Madhouse!

Shabani (smirks and walks to  her podium): Chivalry died so it could no longer kill, Jeffrey.  

Crowd:  Oooooooooh!

Sara places a hand over her mouth. 

Campbell (hands on hips): So, that's the way goes, eh?

Shabani: Yes. It is indeed, "like that".

Campbell (laughs and then frowns): Right. Game on, then.

He then walks to his own podium. 

Sara: If you'll excuse me, I've got some popcorn- Uh, I mean... Accounting! Yeah, accounting. I've got some accounting waiting for me. (Turns and heads for the tunnel) May the best show win!

Shabani & Campbell: I intend to!