Max became aware of a camera man from behind him. He realized this was done by Jay to further their storyline. So he played along.

"I'm not kidding, Jay. Where. Is. She?"

"Agree to a match for your coveted Triple B and we'll talk about it."

"Fine. Now where is Y/N?"

"Not so fast, " Jay replied. "I want it in writing. And I happened to have Tony drop up a contract in case you agreed right away."

He pulled out said contract and plunked it on the table. "I've already signed. All you need to do is the same."

Max didn't hesitate. He took the pen Jay handed him and signed on the blank.

"She must mean a lot to you. No hesitation, no dithering. Just straight to the point, eh?"

"Shut up and tell me where she is."

"What makes you think I'll do that? I already got what I want."

"Because I'm gonna beat you into the ground if you don't."

"I don't think so."

Suddenly more presences entered the room, and Max looked back behind him.

Juice, and Colten.

"I'll take you all out, I don't care," Max growled. "Now, where is my girl?"

"Let me play you a live stream from where she is–you can have a hint, Maxwell."

"It better be a good hint."

"Just depends on how smart you are," Jay replied, snark on his face.