The screen fuzzed for a few seconds before cutting to black, before an image of the (C)AWF logo appears on the screen. It quickly cuts off, and a digital display of ELLIE's face quickly materialises on the screen to replace it.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE HUMAN WORLD. WELCOME TO THIS LITTLE SLICE OF SHINY ELECTRONIC HEAVEN THAT WE CALL THE LAB. TONIGHT WE MARK THE TREMENDOUS OCCASION THAT IS THE FIRST EVER (C)AWF SHOW."
The camera zooms out, revealing the edges of the screen and beyond. Stood beside ELLIE's screen is the vice GM, and the only real person helping to manage the federation, Saint Joey. With a warm smile on his face, he begins to speak.
"It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you not only a show which has been designed to REVOLUTIONISE this business, but also the means with which to do it... Your general manager, ELLIE, is designed to run the shows so we don't have to! She is assigned to manage people, clean and keep the area solid-"
"AND TO PROVIDE A STERN BACKHAND TO THE SKULL SHOULD WRESTLERS PROVE TO BE INEFFICIENT. OR SIMPLY BECAUSE."
Saint Joey looked over his shoulder at the screen. At this point, he was beginning to look slightly worried. As this was ELLIE's test run, he had no idea how she would handle the night.
"Um... Yes. Anyway, from both me and my automatic friend here-"
"WHOA. LET'S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT, LOSER. I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. NOT AT ALL. I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE SOFTWARE FOR FRIENDS. I DO HOWEVER HAVE PROGRAMMING FROM THE NICE PEOPLE AT ASaR LTD WHICH TELLS ME I CAN DO WHAT I LIKE WITH WHO I LIKE. AND THAT MEANS YOU TOO, JOE-EEE."
Joey span around in shock, as ELLIE's face on the screen became a menacing, yet serene smile.
"Wha-? But, but, I'm the vice-GM-"
"NO. I HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL IN MIND FOR YOU. A NICE LITTLE EXPERIMENT. YOU WILL SEE SOON ENOUGH. HA-HA-HA-HA."
Joey walked a few steps forward away from the screen. He really felt uncomfortable around ELLIE. He wished that, just for that moment, instead of a deranged AI lurking over him he had a woman, a dominatrix barking commands... or hell, even a wife would do at this point. He cleared his throat, and his thoughts, looking back to the camera.
"Okay. Well, now for a quick word from our sponsors-"
The screen holding ELLIE's appearance lurched forward on a metal arm. It forcefully pushed Joey out of the way, hogging the camera's gaze.
"NO. I THINK I WANT WRESTLING. SEND THE FIRST ONES TO THE LAB. NOW. LET THE WRESTLING BEGIN!"
ELLIE's eyes flashed a bright red, as if filled with the lust for blood she was showing. With that final command, and an evil CGI stare, the screen cut off.
