The lights are dim in the packed Incom Arena on Fresia, the crowd quiets though with over half a million beings in attendance it would be impossible to keep them absolutely silent. They all know what they are here to see, and they are giddy with anticipation. Thankfully the fans don't have to wait long before the entrance music hits. The reigning champion of Elite Galactic Wrestling was walking to the ring, flanked by his associates. The Champ is an older human showing some signs of age and a life taking bumps. Though that has done nothing to cool his charisma and force of personality. He marches to the ring head held high looking down on the fans of all species near the entrance ramp. Around his waist the big platinum belt, that all in the company strived to wear. As he came to the ring the towering trandoshan at his side pushed the rings ropes aside making it easier for him to enter. The Champion entered looking over the crowd with a pleased if haughty look on his face. Many in the crowd sing along with his entrance music. He waits soaking in the adoration, the praise before holding out his hand for a microphone, which is duly handed to him by a ripped twi'lek man. With the mic in his hands the crowd goes quiet. "I can understand if you all are a little bit surprised to see me." The Champ said looking over the masses. "I told you all that I wouldn't be taking another match until Wrestle Madness in a few weeks." The crowd starts to cheer thinking they might get the Champ wrestling tonight. "And I'm still not…" The beings in attendance looked crestfallen. "But my opponent, the number one contender had to go and get injured. The idiot." Boos erupted all around him. "And now I have no one to face me at the upcoming event...So instead of going with the next wrestler in line, I'll be challenging the wrestler that can win the new EGW Contender's Championship. For the next few weeks contestants will battle to see who will face me for the male title in the Co-Main event at Wrestle Madness." The crowd cheers once again and the Champion stands there nodding his head before making his way to the back his posse in tow. At the end of the night, after all the matches had been concluded, just as the fans were starting to leave. More music blared over the speakers. The entrance theme for the Women's Champion Tsuruhime. A lithe but powerful looking Pantoran walked to the ring waving and smiling. There was a brace around her knee, a sign of the injury she suffered, and her belt around her waist. Stiffly she got into the ring taking a microphone looking up to the crowd eyes slightly glassy. "Hey everyone." Her soft voice tinged with sadness rang out, "I first want to thank you all for your support, and your love while I deal with this injury." She gestured to the brace on her leg. "Now you can probably guess where this is heading." She paused getting choked up. "This injury is going to take a bit to heal up." The Female champion looked down, swallowing hard. "Bit longer than I was expecting. And it would be selfish of me to hold onto the strap, to rob all of the other wrestlers on the roster of a chance at the title. What would be the point of wrestling if I held the title of Women's Champion and no one else could get at it." Tsuruhime paused looking down as the crowd knew what was coming next, and their hearts sank. "I have decided to vacate my title. To let the other wrestlers have a chance to hold the gold in my absence." Even all the way in the nosebleeds the fans could see the emotion on her face. "But, this isn't goodbye. I'll be back once I'm healed up." With one hand she undid the clasp and held up the belt she'd been wearing and defending for over 6 months. "And you'd better believe I'm coming for this belt once I come back. You hear me ladies. You'd better keep one eye on me, because I'll be challenging whoever wins this strap the moment I come back." With her words said she laid the gold and ruby belt in the center of the ring and walked away. Both belts were up for grabs, two tournaments were to be held. For the first time in a long while anyone could hold the gold, could hoist the belt and be the Elite Galactic Wrestling Champion. Backstage, where the camera's couldn't see The Champion, the heel to end all heels, wrapped Tsuruhime in a big hug. "We're going to miss you girl. Get well soon." ___________________________________________________ Welcome to Elite Galactic Wrestling, break out the spandex and goofy gimmicks because it is about to get crazy and colorful in here. Character sheet: Name: Gender: Age: Species: Homeworld: Height: Weight: Appearance: Persona: Bio: Rules: 1: Private Message the Game Master your Character Sheet for approval! Do not post your Character Sheet in thread or you will be ignored! 2: As GM what I say does carry weight but need not be the be all and end all, I am willing to discuss things with the players and see where things might go. If you have a suggestion for an angle or an idea for your character feel free to PM me and we can work it out together. 3: Please keep OOC talk in the thread to a minimum if you have questions for, or issues with, other players or the GM please resolve them in a PM. 3: This is a game about a wrestling competition so there is a lot of fighting, but given that it is a wrestling competition, we all know that the combatants work with each other not against each other. In the spirit of that I encourage you all to work out the fight between each other should you end up in a match against another player. If you can decide on a winner between the both of you, great, if not, I as GM, Head of Creative, and Commissioner can step in and make a final judgment. 4: Follow TOS rules. This aint the Attitude Era. 5: Have fun.