PSW 2030 Draft X - The Champions' Suite

High up in the building, away from the fans and the lower card, we find a large suite. A box in the sky. Emerald green walls, velvet carpeting, a bar with a tender and two tables of hors d'oeuvres, each standing next to a large throne.

Well, one table of hors d'oeuvres. The one belonging to the reigning Bearer of the Jewell, Queen Cobra, wearing an elegant black gown to contrast her pale skin and with her white hair tied in curled plait braid. She sits cross-legged, holding a glass of wine as red as her lipstick.

The other table, belonging to the Holder of Dominion, Paul Grizzly, has only crumbed plates. The hairy, bearded, shaggy-haired giant, clad in what would normally be considered an oversized hoodie and jeans, sits back in his throne, looking equal parts bored and annoyed as the final picks of Round 4 are made.

The door to this suite opens.

Security Guard: Cobra, you have a guest. 

The Queen immediately jumps to her feet, adjusts her dress and makes for the door. Grizzly starts reaching for her table. She turns her head back and bares her dripping fangs with a loud hiss... which accomplishes absolutley nothing. He takes a large handful and stuffs them in his mouth, licking his fingers.

The room suddenly gets colder. Cobra's scowl becomes a smile as a stocky man of average height with indigo hair, blue eyes, and paint all over his hair and body enters. El Demonio de la Heladas, the 25th overall pick, bound for the Monday Night Madhouse.

Cobra: Darling!

She wraps her long arms around him and kisses him passionately. He wraps his own around her waist and returns.

Bartender (muttering): Get a freaking room, will you?

Cobra (breaking and looking at the bartender, who shrieks in fear): I'd like sssome new hors d'oeuvresss, pleassse. Mine were... (glares at Grizzly) contaminated.

Bartender (leaving the room): Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

Grizzly takes that as an invitation to help himself to the rest of her table. When he is done, he picks up his championship belt, gets up and starts to leave.

Grizzly: Cobra. Zero.

Heladas (looks up, eyes narrowing): Zero... is dead.

Grizzly: Don't care. Get outta my way.

The room temperature keeps dropping. Grizzly, a native of the Canadian province of Saskatchewan, is completely unfazed.

Cobra (shivering while grabbing his hand): D-D-Darling. Th-Th-Thisss-sss-sss way-y-y-y...

She pulls him out of the giant's way, toward her throne. The temperature rises back to normal. 

The guard blocks the door and puts a hand on Grizzly's broad chest.

Guard: Hold it there, "Champ"! Orders from the top, say you don't leave until the show's over.

Grizzly stares blankly at the man. He then grabs him by the face, picks him, moves him to the side, drops him and leaves. 

Guard (momentarily stunned, now following): Hey! Didn't you hear what I said? Get back in your suite. I said get back in there! Get back!

His voice gets further and further away, indicating that Grizzly isn't listening to him. Heladas stoically sits on Cobra's throne with the Queen herself sitting curled up in his lap, watching as the fifth round commences.