Fire and Ice watch Syn walk away before turning back to Chaos. They picl their microphones back up and speak.
Fire: Well it looks like your new BFF is about as interested in teaming with you tonight as Republicans are interested in helping poor people. Now we like to play fair, so we're not gonna slap the stupid off your face when you're all alone. But rest assured, you find yourself a partner for the day, and you know where to find us. Hell, maybe you can even earn yourself a shot at the tag titles we'll be wearing in a week's time.
Ice stares at Fire with a disbelieving look on his face.
Ice: Are you kidding, Justin? This dude doesn't even know the difference between ass kissing and insults. If we give him a title shot he'd probably just dribble over the belts and try to stick them up his nose.
Laughter erupts from the crowd.
Fire: You make a good point Daniel. I guess in that case, we'll just see ya when we see ya Cheese Whizz, we've got a title match to train for.
The crowd cheers as "Nuclear War (On The Dance Floor)" blares through the arena again and Fire and Ice make their way up the ramp, looking back at Chaos, shrugging at him and motioning to their fans, before disappearing backstage.