Looky shows up.
Looky: Why you little... Beaveri! That belt you wear around your waist... Means nothing! You're no better than the worst wrestler in this fed. You stole it from me.. and now what? You're going to book me against other wrestlers? Boo-hoo-hoo, I'm scared. I'm at the top of MY league. And remember, you can't book be against anyone out of my league [that means +-1 level]!
Looky heads towards the exit. But he stops for a second.
Looky: While you, on the other hand... You had your chance. I made everything possible for you, but you blew it! Not even your cheap shots did not help you. You're worthless...
Looky exits!