A video vignette plays of Harry Chest sitting at the command seat in front of a cartoonishly large computer setup in some sort of office.
As if this lair is something straight out of a science fiction movie, liquid filled beakers and test tubes simmer and smoke on nearby tables, providing ambient sound in the background.
Harry Chest: Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmm. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Chest murmurs to himself whilst rubbing his chin.
Harry Chest: Ah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
His eyes stare at the monitor intently. What’s being displayed to him looks like blueprints of one, Dr. Devastation.
Harry Chest: Few weak points. That dastardly dreaded demon of devastation needs to be taught a lesson for putting hands on Serena Reyes last week.
Chest clangs away on the computer keyboard as if he’s actually doing meaningful work.
Harry Chest: Serena is a fine random citizen and must be protected at all costs. This deed cannot go unpunished.
Harry moves his hand from the keyboard to the mouse as he clicks away.
Harry Chest: There’s got to be something I can do to put Dr. Devastation in his place.
Suddenly, an alert pops up on his screen.
Harry Chest: JUMPING JOLLY JELLY BEANS!
Chest plays with his tuft of hair as it appears he found some valuable information.
Harry Chest: Now that’s some information I must reveal to all the random citizens! Quick! I must make haste! To the studio of superiority!
Chest bolts from his technology station, slings his cape over his back and sprints off, presumably heading to the Classic Wrestling studio to share the news he’s found.