The Royal Rumble pre-show and the first match of the card, the Non-Political Battle Royale, has just finished up.
On the titantron and screens at home, a promo video played out to the fans watching in attendance and around the world.
On screen was none other than the new World Heavyweight Champion, Avari Fusion.
The Championship gold was strapped around his waist as he wore his signature jeans and a hoodie over his head, with a broad smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages.
Prepare yourself, for tonight.. magic will be made. A spectacle like no other, as WWFG presents to you..
The Royal Rumble."
Avari paused for a moment and smiled again, allowing for the fans watching to give a big cheer - especially those lucky enough to have got a ticket for the event.
"Tonight we see some amazing matches, but there is one in particular that stands out above the rest.
Bison Mbadi is the challenger for this Championship gold around my waist.
Now, I'm not going to be foolish enough to write off a beast of a man like Bison.
He's been around for years, and he's just reinvented himself.
But, let's be honest, he's a little bit too.. commercial, shall we say?"
Avari chuckled to himself before he continued.
"No one wants to see Bison as World Heavyweight Champion - and trust me when I say I mean all due respect when I say that.
But I think the beast, the powerhouse, that was Bison.. that could have been World Champion.
This version of him.. selling sports drinks.. he's lost his drive, lost his ferocity, and he's going to lose his only shot at my title here."
Avari patted the belt around his waist, looking down at it with loving eyes. He then looked back at the camera.
"Tonight you will all bear witness to the first title bout of my career, the first title defence of my career, and the last time that Bison Mbadi will ever get a chance at this beautiful piece of gold."
Avari then stands up as the camera pans out, to show him sat in a locker room. He takes his hoodie off and throws it to the side, flexing a couple of muscles before chuckling.
"If your entire persona is just physical perfection, let me remind you that there's more to this business than just looking good.
You need to be suave, charismatic, wise beyond your years, and patient.
None of those attributes you could tick off for yourself, and we are now left with just one outcome.
The Man of the Year will defeat the sports drink enthusiast.
Lights out, Bison.
Don't die on me."
Avari smiles into the camera as he addresses Bison, before it fades out, ready for the second match on the card.
