A single white spotlight suddenly activates and illuminates a small area in the middle of a dark room. We see Tom Nook walk into the spotlight.
"Ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls...children of all ages...are you prepared for a thrill ride? Greetings I am Tom Nook," The raccoon explained without his usual gibberish voice. "Owner of Nook's Cranny, wealthy business man, and NOW the wiseman of..." Tom suddenly dramatically pulls a button out of his 80 dollar tuxedo pocket and presses it lightly. "FPWA!" The button turned out to be connected to the lights as white luminosity overtook the whole room that he was in. Which...seemed to be less than what many were expecting. Rather than a big wrestling ring with an arena full of screaming fans, it seemed to be an old run down warehouse that actually DID have a ring if you consider a dirty mat held up with wooden posts and white electrical wires as such. Along the walls we see multiple posters with the FPWA logo in the same design as the "Impact Wrestling" logo.
"Oh? You were expecting something else I assume? Well don't fear, because this is only the planning warehouse!" Tom reassures, "Aside from my office in the actual arena, we have this fine little building to plan events, make championship designs, keep the electricity up and running, AND most importantly where the superstars have spent countless WEEKS training and building there movesets because the people I've gathered aren't necessarily wrestlers after all..."
Just as Tom opened his mouth to say something else, a certain yellow poodle by the name of Isabelle runs to Tom Nook from offscreen with a stack of papers in her hands. "Here are the contracts for each of the multiversal superstars you just signed Mr. Nook!" Isabelle states with a precious look in her eyes as she hands the papers to Tom.
Our raccoon friend just can't help but chuckle a bit. "Oh Isabelle. What would I do without you?" He expresses his gratitude by patting her on the head. "But anyway, you heard the gal! I've assembled a full roster of characters of all kinds to compete for fans of...well all kinds!" Tom rubs the back of his head nervously as Isabelle shakes her head. "Which ones are they? I AIN'T TELLING! At least not yet anyway." Tom folds his arms, "Got a lot more important things to get through first!"
"Hopefully it doesn't take too long. I can't go through another one of your spiels." Isabelle giggles.
Tom Nook just laughs, "We'll see..."