{The scene fades in with Clancy Mc Clean, wearing a James Bond style hat, an almost Gangsta suit, sitting back in his stretch stretch stretch limo. {OOC: Is there such a thing?} He is watching TV, and smoking a cuban cigar. His trademark briefcase is on the leather seat beside him as he watches some GZW Promos.}

CMC: This is what all the commotion is about? A bunch of loud mouthed punks exchanging words like {Putting on Maxx Pain accent.} I'll kick your god damn ass! or {Smooth} It's gonna be s m o o t h!! I travelled up here for this? Why, this is worse than that stupid little runt Fubu's fed BDW or whatever it was called. When I get a hold of my lawyers they are in for such a...

{Clancy is interupted as his Cell Phone starts to ring to the tune of "Got your money" by Ol' Dirty Bastard and Kelis.}

CMC: {Answering} Y'ello?....No...What?...when? how much of it??....I can't I'm on my way to the show...what do you mean what show GZ-Hang on I got another call...What? NO, Corey is not here...{Cuts back to his first conversation, and takes a puff of his cigar.} Okay Go...yeah...he is? Ok....WHAT DID YOU SAY?....Jeez you are So Fired!!! 

{Mc Clean drops his phone in anger.}

CMC: Stupid accountants, can't even do my books for the past month! It was only a couple of billion, and so what if it was 6 different bank accounts..I mean I own the stupid bank anyway. Ah, what money can buy these days, but still...I feel something is missing, something I don't own...yet.

{All of a sudden, the limo pulls to a hault.}

CMC: Hey Sabatorey! What's with the hold up...

Driver: {Calling back to Mc Clean.} There's a problem Mr. Mc Clean...

CMC: Then deal with it and make it snappy, don't wanna miss the start of the show now do we? {Evil Laugh} Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha H-

{CMC Starts coughing heavily, and takes another puff of his cigar, which causes him to cough more.} 

Driver: You OK Sir?

CMC: What are you? My Psychiatrist? {Coughs some more} I'll be fine...now get to the arena...FAST!

Driver: But Sir....

CMC: Don't "But Sir" me junior, listen to my words of wis-

Driver: WILLIE HAIRE IS STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CAR!!!

CMC: What? That miserable oaf from GZW? What is he doing?

Driver: Well sir..he appears to be...I don't know how to say this...but licking the window screen!! 

CMC: Oh I think Mr. Haire is going to be taught a little lesson...muahahaha!

{Nothing happens for a few moments, until the driver speaks up...}

Driver: Um, sir, nothing will happen unless you tell someone what you plan to do?

CMC: Oh yes...Release the Hounds!

Driver: Sorry Mr. Mc Clean, but you don't have any hounds in the car!

CMC: Very well...just splash the window wipers or something, you don't want to keep me waiting do you? 

{Just then, there is a tap on Clancy's silver glazed window. He snaps his fingers and the window rolls down to reveal Fubu, wearing a GZW Cap, and a pair of Ray Bans Shades, as well as an Adidas Warm-up suit.}

Fubu: Oh Hey Clancy-Boy...I need a favour.

CMC: Did I hear a fly? Oh no it's just a stupid drone from GZW, Fubu. So "Giantkiller" what business do you have with the businessman???

Fubu: Um, well our car broke down and as you know I got my big match tonight against Pimp so what do you say you give me and Helen a lift?

CMC: Hah...well seeing as I am an equal oppurtunist, I will allow you enter, if yo-

Fubu: {Shouting} Come on Helen...he said yes!!

{Fubu opens the door as he and Helen hop into the car.}

CMC: Well sit down, don't touch the carpeting or wallpaper!

Helen: Wow, this is like...weird. Hey...aren't you that Jackass from UwU?

CMC: Clancy Mc Clean, president of CMC Enterprises, owner of IGW, BUSINESSMAN EXTRAORDINAIRE!!

{Clancy lights another cigar, and blows out smoke, in the shape of the letters: "C M C".}

Fubu: So Clanny Clan, was that Willie Haire I saw cooking eggs on the enging of your car?

CMC: After all this, taking time to buy someone to buy this car, I still have to ride with the "lower class people".

Fubu: So you're better than us eh?

CMC: In a word..yes. Now..Driver, chop chop to the Coliseum, these people have a smell off them.

Helen: Tell me this Clancy, does your money hug you when you come home from work?

CMC: {Reaching into his infamous never ending jacket pocket, and takes out a photograph of a person in an oversized dollar costume hugging CMC.} Why yes, yes it does.

Helen: Yeah? Well...well...eh...Fubu you talk for a while now.

Driver: {Calling back} We're here Mr. Mc Clean!

CMC: Excellent...so Fubu and Helen I would appreciate it if you exited my property now. You can hand your tip to the driver.

Fubu: Tip?

{Helen pulls Fubu out of the car and the two go inside the arena. Mc Clean gets out of the limo, which looks about a mile long and glances at the sky.}

CMC: Ah, what a view he-Eww! What's that smell???

{Nazal Haire appears from one of the "rooms" in the limo, buttoning up his haiwian shirt.}

Nazal: Oh..sorry, the family made a bit of a mess in your bathroom.

{Nazal pats Clancy on the back and walks towards the arena.}

CMC: WHAT BATHROOM????

{CMC looks shocked as the scene fades to black.}