Cryl - I think you're still around. I'm not sure if you wanted to add some spoken lines here, but feel free to add some if so.
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~Playboy is shown walking down the hallway. Jill appears with microphone in hand.~
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Jill: "Playboy, can I have a couple of minutes, please?"
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Playboy: "Jill... I have business to take care of."
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~Playboy walks away from Jill. The camera follows him around the corner.~
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Playboy (to himself): "Oh, where the (censored) is he?"
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~Playboy continues to walk, looking into open doors. He finally comes across a closed door. He quietly walks up to the door, places his ear against it to listen. Hearing nothing, he tries the handle and the door opens. Playboy pokes his head around to look in to the darkened room. He proceeds in and the camera follows him in, revealing a dark room with a red glow. The entire room can not be seen. Playboy takes a couple of steps in the room as the door closes.~
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Playboy: "Cryl... you in here?"
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~Playboy waits a couple of seconds.~
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Playboy: "Come on, man... I don't have all (censored)ing day here."
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~Cryl appears out of the darkness behind Playboy.~
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Cryl: "Yes?"
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~Playboy jumps around, startled.~
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Playboy: "You gotta stop doing that, man..."
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~Playboy takes a couple of breaths and continues.~
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Playboy: "Look... I've said it before. I don't like you... and you don't like me. But it looks like we have a couple of things in common."
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~Cryl tilts his head a little to the side inquisitively.~
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Playboy: "We like to make people bleed...."
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~Cryl nods.~
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Playboy: "... and we both have a problem in common, namely Simply The Best."
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~Cryl straightens his head and lets out an angry breath."
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Playboy: "As much as we both would like nothing better than to rip each others heads off right now, I say... we work together for a second here."
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~Cryl tilts his head to the side again.~
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Playboy: "I think that even you would like to be able to move on... get on with your life... and get rid of that pesky little puke that's been a thorn in both of our sides. It doesn't matter what we do to that idiot, he always seems to be there to get in our way."
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~Cryl nods in agreement.~
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Playboy: "At the same time, we get someone out of contention for the elimination chamber match. We destroy him... we take him out... we make him bleed one more time... we break him.... we never... see... him.. again. And at the pay per view, we stand tall in the elimination chamber, where it's every man for themselves. We will beat the (censored) out of each other there... agreed?"
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~Playboy holds out his hand for Cryl to shake. After a tense few seconds, Cryl lifts his hand to Playboy's, and shakes it.~
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Playboy: "Smart man, Cryl. Next week... we get the job done."
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~The scene fades out.~
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