More nothing.
Suddenly though, nothing turns to a constant ringing in your ears. That ringing gets louder, almost incessant, high pitched, and just as you’re about to sink to your knees and gouge out your eardrums… The ringing becomes a buzz. The buzz quickly becomes a low murmur of voices. Nothing specific can be picked out, but suddenly, figures appear in a haze. The haze slowly lifts to reveal a press room, adorned with purple, blue, and green designs on a black background. None exactly the same and no discernable pattern emerging along the designs along the walls. Flashes of light spark as people take pictures of the “CWF” backdrop behind a simple, black podium.
It becomes evident that nothing has turned into a simple press conference. Looking around, windows line the walls, high above the crazy designs below them. The sun is shining and not a cloud in a bright and blue sky. A bird flies by. Must be a day that ends in “y.”
???: “Ahem.”
As quickly as you look up to look out of the windows to observe the day outside, a figure appears behind the podium. Not just any figure.
Amelia.
She smiles brightly at the crowd, one of her eyes has turned to a violet purple, the other a still bright shade of green. Both on a background of black instead of the typical white of an eyeball. Her face is stark white, her lips as black as her eyes, perhaps her soul. Her dress is as white as her skin, but over it, a simple t-shirt adorned with the phrase: “RIP to the AMoles”.
That’s when it hits. The events of 2326 all come flooding back to the collective consciousness, the ending of Ascension, Amelia’s big red…
Amelia: “Button.”
She smiles brightly again and suddenly, attention is on her.
Amelia: “Greetings to any and all who happen to be in this room and most importantly, the people picking up on this broadcast at a later date. In case you don’t know, my name, to put simply, is Amelia. That’s it. Nothing additional needs to be added. No proper beginnings and who really needs a good ending when there’s so much more to look forward to, here, in the year 2026?”
She winks and camera bulbs flash from a figure holding up a large projector camera in the shadows. Classic.
Amelia: “I know CWF has been around, but for those that feel like we came out of nowhere like Speedy motha f…”
She stops and clamps a hand over her mouth as she finishes the word. When she removes the hand, she continues with a smile. The figure in the shadows begins to move closer to and closer through the crowd.
Amelia: “Gonzalez. Sorry, as the head honchoette of CWF, I have to hold myself to a certain… Standard. Now, for those just joining us, we’re going to shake some things up moving forward in CWF. I feel that we should call ourselves the Chaos Wrestling Federation, but we’re shaking things up right?! We don’t need to change everything, yet. To be honest, a name only does so much. Sure, it is what people will know us for, straight out the gate, but you know what else people will know us for? Being here. Putting on a show unlike anything that anyone has ever seen… EVER!”
Amelia moves her fingers around and glitter falls on the crowd, the figure in the shadows gone. Amelia shrugs.
Amelia: “Spirit fingers, amirite?! Anyways, you might be asking each other, I’m sure you’re all going to be hammering down my door to try and get the freshest of the scoops. Well… I’m here now, and I’m going to go ahead and scoop out some dishes. That’s… That’s what the kids say nowadays right?”
Amelia ponders the thought for a moment, but shrugs her shoulders.
Amelia: “I guess it doesn’t matter, TOO much. Anyways, PICTURE IT! June 12th! Right here in the CWF Colosseum that has totally been here this entire time!”
She winks, and a knowing smile later, she continues.
Amelia: “June 12th people! Mark the dates on your calendars because we’re going to figure out everyone’s intentions. Their… GOLDEN INTENTIONS!”
Suddenly the figure can be seen again, taking a big old snapshot of Amelia only feet away from her.
Amelia: “That’s right! We’re bringing back our annual rumble in the jungle to start this new era off with a BANG! This over the top rope battle royal, where there will be one definitive winner starts off our era to determine the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! Not only that! The winner will receive their shot at the richest prize in our industry at CWF’s BIGGEST show of the year, Wrestle Fest five! We’ll have surprise entrants, we’ll have our current roster members, and I promise a whole lot more to come. And somebody get this guy out of here!”
Amelia scratches her chin and thinks out loud as security come forward to drag the innocuous figure through the crowd.
Amelia: “I feel like we’ve… Done all of this before. We’ve been through all of this, we hold the same events every year, and while the actors and actresses change, we all still dance for you, in the most… MAGICAL of ways! As the hostess with the mostest of CWF, I am adding my own brand of… Chaos to the CWF. At Golden Intentions, I will be revealing a belt for our new division. After my own heart, this division will be known as the, “Chaos Division.” I know, but try to keep your pantilones untwisted. This division will be governed by one single, solitary rule. Nothing will ever stay the same. The only rule for title matches? The Chaos Title shall not be defended in the same type of match, twice in a row.”
She smiles a toothy grin.
Amelia: “Never the same thing twice, that’s the way, uh huh I like it, and I’m sure you all will soon agree.”
Amelia smiles wide as the crowd gets on their feet, each and every one of them giving her a big golf clap. She does a curtsey mid stage before disappearing to the back.