Scene fades in on RC Clapham sitting on a bar stool, surprisingly, in front of a bar, which, frankly is not important, as you can tell from the camera angle, which is solely placed on the face of the English Wonder.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I will make this very simple for you, as I have a masseuse scheduled in five. So, yeah, I've got another match, again against some nobody with no chance of winning. So, yeah, I think we can say that thats all done and dusted. Anyway, on to more important things. I.E. my call-up. Infact its been about a month of me fighting, and beating, these crappy talentless bunch. I don't know how this works, but I need some competition to keep me on my feet...Otherwise, I might turn into some washed up, talentless, no-nothing...just like Justin Gades."
Clapham winks as the camera begins to fade out.
"Later"