(And it all comes down to this, to the Owner of SEF doing what exactly, taking his own company down the drain!?!?!?)
(Cliff o Clink sitting in a locker room sweaty fatigued, like he just got down wrestling, and maybe he did since he is the World Champion of SEF, gotta represent. Cliff with a towel around his neck and still in his ring shorts looking forward to his big challenge on SEF's anniversary show.)
"There was a time we were brothers, ANA, you and I and The Phoenix, but you screwed him so bad he took off, took a break, whatever he is doing he ain't contacted me. But we all solo these days, so I don't expect him to nor do I expect you to come at me with just you and your hands and feet, no, I know the nWs, I joined them once. I thought the Dogs of War were the base for your nWs, the core of your big, bad stable, but no, you roll with Da Gangstas now. So screw you ANA, I will come at you, I will fight with all I got, and I will probably lose. You screw me and I'll come back for more, but man, I just don't know how much more I can take around here!?!?!?"
(Cliff standing up to pull his towel tight, then snap out of his anger and breath, drop his shorts and head for the shower.)