A Champion's Summer.

The scene opens in an empty gym. Only one man is training, his bag slightly opened, revealing a piece of a very bright championship title.

Long white breaded hair. Muscular back. He is finishing his set. He turns himself to his bag to take a look at the belt.

Rust: No time to chill. No pushover anymore. They now know. But it has been a difficult year. They almost had me doubting myself, man.

Yes they did. But they saw. And now they are going to see so much more. OCW is ours.

He takes his belt off his bag and hold it tight on his knees.

Rust: Quartz is doing his thing now. I am excited to make presentations you know.

I know the entire Riot roster, nobody is ready for your style.

But I know you dont need me for that. That's your playing field now. Go get theses flies.

???: あなたはそれを言った !

Cohle smiles, still looking deeply in his Tag Team championship as the the scene fades.