Again we go backstage where there seems to be some commotion. Several guards in purple have Felix Theodore Newman by the arms, dragging him to the exit. He's yelling at the top of his lungs, but almost nothing gets through without a bleep- and there's a black bar over his mouth.
FTN: "MSN... mine... unfair... blah blah... title... MINE!!!"
With that, he's tossed out of the arena and the doors close behind him. Hmm.