{The scene fades in backstage at the UwU Coliseum. Clancy Mc Clean is in his CMC Enterprises Office, talking on a cellphone as the camera zooms in behind him.}

Clancy: {Not Realising the camera is on him.} Yes...yes...I know that! But I said to Mabel I said....Yes...No!!!...Who the hell pays you to be their accountant?...ME???? Urgh, you are so fired! Good day, Jackass!

{Clancy puts down the phone, stands up and walks over to the door. He just opens it, when he realises the camera is behind him. He turns around, and looks straight at the camera.}

Clancy: What's this? Obsessed Stalker Appreciation Day? WHat business does a mole like yourself have with the businessman?

Cameraman: Ngh...well...eh...

Clancy: Ugh! Why should I even bother? I could buy you, your family, your friends, buy a huge toilet and flush you all down! But I couldn't be bothered with a little punk like you!! I am the Businessman, Half of the UwU Tag Team Champions, no, wait, I am the UwU Tag Team Champions!  I can claim victories over Hero, Magic, and the Grey Shadows! Now tell me why I should treat you to a few moments of my time!

Cameraman: Well..uh...So you uh, can eh, get a message accross to the eh, fans.

Clancy: The Fans? It's the fans that destroy wrestling. I am here, Clancy Mc Clean, ultimate loyalty to the UwU, I'm not like that sellout Hero, the man I pinned live on Pay Per View, while he was still the World Champion. I am not a sellout like him, signing a deal with GZW whenever the opportunity comes up. Me, if I want to go to GZW, I go to GZW. I will buy the damn company if I want. Just like I will to UwU.

But back to Mind Games. Whilst I pinned the World Champ, now Magic is the titlist, and Payne in the Ass has stole the belt. Listen kids, that is my belt, I pinned Hero. I pinned the World Heavyweight Champion, 1,2,3 on PPV! You two little punks should just hand me that belt, because if not, I will make it my business to take it from you, and it will be Risky Business! And if either of you clowns oppose me, I will simply break your stocks, or buy, sell and ship your asses all the way to TIMBUCKTOO!

{The scene fades out as Clancy walks out of his office and down the hall.}