Elliott sits with his head in his hands, in his locker room. No sound can be heard around him except for the faint rise and fall of the crowd's emotions. Elliott's position, however, states that he doesn't even hear that.
Elliott: It's okay... It's sweet. Everyone mis-
The door slams open as Ed and Paully walk in.
Paully: Hey man, time to get ready... Your match isn't far away.
Elliott: Shut the door. We have something we need to discuss.
A curious glance escapes both men.
Ed: Is something wrong?
Elliott: No, nothing is wrong... Yet.
Elliott lets of his signature smirk.
Elliott: But if we want to have things work out the way we want them to, then I suggest that we have this talk, and rather quickly aswell. Also, we have to do it with no possibilities of others hearing it. That little old element of suprise makes everthing much more... FUN.
Without a second thought, Ed and Paully look directly at the camera man. The crew almost drops the camera as he bolts out the door, faster than any of them had ever seen. The Three Kings look towards each other and begin to laugh, then Paully kicks the door closed, and nothing can be heard of the schemes.