"...even that was over a stolen vibrator scandal..."

The shot opens up onto a door, with the words New World Disorder spray-painted across. The cameraman knocks, and a voice from inside calls, "Come in!" The man behind the camera obeys and opens the door, only to find Austin Cross and Dean Wolfe pushing each other playfully as they compete in some violent video game. Austin squeals in delight as his character on screen slashes Wolfe's in half. Dean slams his controller down, exclaiming "FUCK IT" as he storms out of the locker room, slamming the door as he does. Cross turns around, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Did you see that? I just fucking murdered him! That's what he gets for messing with anarchy."

Austin pauses to pickup the case for the game, holding it out for the camera to see.



"Game is out in stores, if you want to pick it up. The guys over at Warner Bros. were nice enough to make ME in the game. So now instead of just seeing me destroy people, you can CONTROL me as I destroy people. Cool, right? Alright, enough of that shameless plug. *Cross tosses the case onto the couch and stands up, wiping what looks like Doritos crumbs off of his shirt as he walks over to the fridge. He pulls out two Mountain Dews, one of which he hands to the cameraman before sprawling back onto the couch, feet kicked up.* Alright, I'm sure I know what you want me to talk about. But seriously, I really don't feel like discussing which of the Girl Scout cookies are better. It's the Samoas, hands down. *He winks at the camera before continuing.* But on a serious note. Wrestling Syndication's first weekly episodic show Saturday Night Rage premiers this Saturday, and I just so happened to be booked on the card. But not just booked. No, no, I'm booked to compete in a Six-Man Battle Royal, to determine the three men who will compete for the WS International Championship."

Cross smirks and nods, pausing so he can take a big gulp of Mountain Dew.

"I can see this federation is run by some smart people. They're already bringing prestige to that title. Four of the biggest names in this business today will be in that match. Chance Davis, a man who I have been observing for quite some time now, and can honestly say I'm looking forward to fighting. Jacob Steele... well, nobody really knows who he is, and I didn't care enough about him to actually go and search him up. I'm sure if I did I'd just get hardcore gay porn, and this isn't that kind of interview, if you know what I mean. *Austin winks at the camera, rubbing and spotting the spot on the leather couch next to him.* Chris Watson, just a kid with a big ego lookin' for someone to beat. Well, if he wants that, he can go ahead and go to Anarchy Wrestling Organization and compete in the Sirens Division... actually, I doubt he could even succeed there. We had some tough bitches back there. Anyway, back to the match. Finally, we get to the man who I think is going to not just win the battle royal, but also win in the following Triple Threat match for the Wrestling Syndication International Championship... Me, "Fuckin' Anarchy", Austin Cross... wait... I think I forgot some people."

Austin scratches his chin and takes out his schedule, taking a second to give it another look over. When he reaches his match, he has a laughing fit, throwing his head back and cackling. After a few moments of this, and a couple more to catch his breath, he holds the paper up to the camera.

"Apparently I did miss some people. Some no-name guy called Drake Kanen... and fuckin' MIKE COLE. I guess I was kind of wrong about them bringing prestige to this title if they think Mike Cole is good enough to hold it. The highlight of his career was appearing on the local news, and even that was over a stolen vibrator scandal."

Austin Cross pauses again, taking another drink of his soda. Once he finishes, he crushes it in his hand and tosses it at an overflowing trash can in the corner, and misses. The cameraman chuckles and Austin smirks at him.

"What? I never said I wanted to be a basketball player. Although Mike Cole did say he could get me on his team, the Connecticut Sun. *Cross laughs at the cameraman's confused look.* I bet only a couple people will get the joke, which is about as many who actually watch the WNBA. Most people are too busy tuning in to see me, Austin Cross, decimating my opponents and winning matches. Which is just what I'm going to do at Rage."

Suddenly, the door flies open as Dean Wolfe steps back inside and points at the Playstation 3, demanding a rematch.

"Dean, I'm kind of doing a promo right now..."

The cameraman shakes his head and tells him it's about time to wrap it up, so Austin obliges to Wolfe's request and turns the system on, tossing a controller to the semi-enraged Dean, waving to the cameraman as he leaves. All that can be heard is Dean Wolfe's protests to Cross' gaming techniques as the shot fades to black.