(News Broadcast – National Syndicate Network)
"Good evening, America. This is Victoria Lane, reporting live from the National Syndicate Network. Tonight, we stand on the precipice of history, as the nation witnesses a transformation unlike any before."
The camera zoomed in on the anchor—poised, professional, yet carrying an undertone of caution. Behind her, the American flag had changed. The stars remained, but at its center was a new crest—bold, unmistakable.
"Moments ago, Christopher Blackwood, now officially recognized as The Classic, addressed the nation from the Sovereign Chamber."
The screen flickered to Chris standing before the world, his presence unshakable. The seal behind him no longer bore the words 'President of the United States'—instead, a single title replaced it:
The Classic.
"For too long, this country has been shackled by outdated systems," Chris's voice rang out. "A cycle of weak leadership, political games, and short-term thinking. But no more."
A pause. Deliberate. Commanding.
"The United States is no longer a land ruled by fleeting, temporary figures. It is a nation led by vision. By permanence. By strength."
The scene shifted to Congress, where officials stood under the watchful eyes of armed security, casting their votes. The decision was unanimous.
"Effective immediately, the Constitution has been rewritten. Elections are abolished. The government now operates under the rule of The Classic, ensuring stability, progress, and order for generations to come."
Footage rolled of the military securing major cities. The streets were lined with soldiers. Dissenters were removed. Order was enforced.
"Supporters have taken to the streets in celebration—"
(A carefully edited clip of a group chanting in favor of The Classic.)
"—while resistance movements continue to be dismantled by federal security forces."
(A shift to protests silenced before they could begin.)
The screen returned to Chris, seated in his new throne-like chamber. No longer a president's office. No longer a democracy.
"This nation was built on ambition," he said, voice unwavering. "But ambition without power is chaos."
His gaze bore through the camera.
"I have given you order. I have given you security. And now, I give you a future."
A final image—his hand resting on the new decree, his signature marking the beginning of an empire.
STATIC.
The screen went dark.