No Friends, No Allies, No One To Stop Me

[CoC]

(Another metal chair is thrown across the locker room where Cliff O Clink stands looking lividly pissed off in a pair of black jeans and boots with no shirt. He runs a hand over his short messy hair and kicks a chair on the floor into the lockers. Cliff punching a wall and pulls back showing it stung, but walks out of the room shoving the view backwards. Another camera comes from in front of him with Michael Flecha holding a microphone asking.)

"Cliff, big match-"

(Cliff shoves Michael to the floor and grabs the camera looking into it like he is staring down all his opponents to say.)

"I don't care for anyone's questions or comments. I care about going to the ring and kicking ass and taking a title or two with me. I don't even care about taking any names because they all are going by the side when I step in between those ropes. This is SEF and its all about my rise to the top."

(Cliff throwing the camera away and walking off with stomps of his boots looking for a fight.)