(A couple of road agents stand outside of a locked bathroom door.)
AGENT #1: Listen, you are going to have to come out of there eventually.
(Estaban's voice is heard responding from the other side the door.)
ESTABAN: Says who?
AGENT #1: Commissioner Cloverleaf for one.
AGENT #2: Look, Dan Ryan is a reasonable guy. He knows what's going on. I am sure it won't be all that bad.
ESTABAN: No way!
AGENT #1: Estaban! Need I remind you that you have contract.
ESTABAN: I don't care! I am not coming out until Bruce gets back.
(The two Agents back away from the door a bit and converse for a bit.)
AGENT #2: So where is that great big queer anyway?
AGENT #1: Apparently there this big "WORLD OUT" convention over in Osaka, Japan this week and he signed to appear there during he recent UCW holdout.
AGENT #2: Ah. And the little queen has been locked in here ever since he left?
AGENT #1: Or at least since the card came out.
AGENT #2: Wow, that's been like four or five days or something, hasn't it?
AGENT #1: Perhaps more.
AGENT #2: What's he been eating?
AGENT #1: Sounds like he showed up at the arena prepared. He's got a bunch of canned food and Raman Noodles locked in there with him. And apparently someone must have snuck him in a hotplate or something at some point. So it could still be a while.
AGENT #2: Doesn't the little freak no that he's not the only one that needs to use the can.
ESTABAN: Hey! I heard that!
AGENT #2: WELL, YOU'RE NOT!!!!
ESTABAN: Go next door to the cofee shop like everyone else.
AGENT #2: Damn that cheapskate Cloverleaf for booking us into an arena with only one Mens Room! I MEAN I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THIS LITTLE FAG DIDN'T LOCK HIMSELF IN THE LADIES ROOM ANYWAY!
ESTABAN: Piss yourself then.
AGENT #2: Dammit. I am going to get a crowbar.
(Agent #2 storms off.)
AGENT #1: Looks like the jigs up, Steve.
ESTABAN: Dang.