You stand in your changing room...

The small time wrestling federation you signed up with is pretty much like every other small time federation: Underfunded, under-attended, and underappreciated. Tonight offers you a unique opportunity though; a scout from AWA, the most prestigious rookie league and the top rated academy for rookie-to-superstar training, is in attendance tonight. If you impress him you might get signed on to train at his school.

You stand in your changing room, a glorified broom closet, and wait for the promoter to come back and give you a rundown of tonight's fight. It's a small league in a smalltown, so the roster is few and all the locals know each other. The promoter is an aging bear named Buck, who's been running this show for the past twenty years. He's not exactly well off, but he pays you and everyone else at least enough to cover food and rent.

Buck opens the door and steps in, his face a mixture of excitement and worry. "Okay kid," He says, his deep, gruff voice resonating in the small room. "The scout is here, and I gave him the rundown on everyone's record. He's interested in two of you, but he wants you to fight each other. Winner gets a contract with him."

This is your chance, the moment that'll change your career forever. You're nervous, but also excited, and anxious to start the fight.

"Who am I fighting?" You ask, your mind racing.