Segment 1 - Chairman cuts a promo
It's the first show of the Remnant Rasslin' Federation in history, no one knows what to expect from this new enterprise, but the public hopes for great things, the audience waits silently for the beginning of the show.
"Hello there everybody, I, Peter Port am one of your commentators, with my friend, Bart Oobleck" says a large Portly man, with gray hair and a large moustache, into the camera.
"BARTHOLOMEW, MY MOTHER DID NOT PUSH ME OUT OF HER LOINS FOR YOU TO CALL ME BART" hollers the other, scrawnier, green haired man next to him.
"No need to yell Oobleck" Port replies, startled by Oobleck's outburst.
"It said to in the script… uh, ignore that" Oobleck says in a rapid pace.
Suddenly, calm classical music begins playing, with an image of a falling coffee on the Titantron, the crowd remains silent, as the cup hits the floor, the music switches to what can only be called Electric Violin.
Then a man walks slowly from backstage, he has grey hair and wears glasses with entirely round, tinted lenses, but other than that looks quite young, with a cane in one hand, and an empty coffee cup in the other, a few people begin clapping, but not enough to be noticeable over the violin. He makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, before walking to the stairs, and walking up them, 1 step at a time, stopping in the rings center.
A woman in a black and white striped shirt that shows off plenty of cleavage, a pencil skirt, and reading glasses walks from the bell to ringside, holding a microphone, the man in the ring gestures for her to stop, reaches the hand with his coffee cup in it to his side, and waits, slowly, the lighting technician's platform begins moving to above where the man is standing.
The technician pulls out a kettle from one of his compartments, and begins to pour it's brown contents down, landing directly in his cup, the crowd starts murmuring as the cup begins reaching its capacity, and to collectively let out a gasp, as the cup stops getting liquid without a milliliter to spare.
The man looks above his glasses towards the crowd, then to the camera, the crowd begins clapping slowly, and slowly gains pace, as the speed increases, the closer he brings the cup to his mouth, soon the crowd is frantically clapping, and as the cup reaches his mouth, there is a small cheer, then he chugs the entire cup, earning a large cheer, suddenly catching the microphone mid-air, that nobody, either in the crowd or at home even saw thrown.
"Do you know who I am?" he says into the into the crowd, the crowd is once again silenced.
"You're Chairman Ozpin. You're the owner of the Remnant Rasslin' Federation." replies a young voice from the crowd
"Then you should know, you will never expect what is coming" he says, throwing his empty cup and the mic on the ground as the electric violin begins playing once more, before he rolls under the ropes and heads backstage.
Both the crowd and the audience at home hear a growl as the cup shards and the mic glow purple, sending the mic back to its original home, and the shards into a bin labeled Ozpin's Cups, before taking her seat back by the bell.