The door burst open like a scene straight out of a movie, slamming back against the wall with theatrical force, causing Max and Trey to flinch slightly in their seats.
"Hey!" came the unmistakable voice—loud, energetic, and 100% Logan Paul. The man himself strolled in like he owned the place, his bleached hair catching the sunlight like a halo of chaos, shades perched halfway down his nose, and his signature mischievous grin painted across his face. KSI followed behind, a bit more subdued, his hoodie pulled low, dreadlocks bobbing as he walked, but the smirk on his face said it all—he was in on whatever Logan had cooked up.
"Yo! What's good, finance guy?" Logan slapped Trey on the back so hard the poor guy nearly dropped his phone. "And you—Mr. Athlete, huh?" he added, jabbing a playful fist into Max's shoulder. "I heard you've been hitting the gym since you were five or some superhero crap like that."
Trey gave an awkward laugh, adjusting his glasses. Max forced a smile. It was all a bit much.
"Didn't expect to see you guys today," Max said carefully, eyeing them both. "We didn't even tell anyone we were in LA."
Logan laughed loudly, clapping his hands together. "Brooo, this is LA. This is my city! I know everything. You land at LAX, and boom, I get a ping. You order a green juice from Erewhon, I know the flavor. I've got ears, eyes, and vibes all over the place."
KSI chuckled beside him. "Yeah, yeah. Soon as he told me you two were floating around, I was like, 'Why wait?' Might as well roll up with the contracts and hash this out in person."
Logan snapped his fingers and pointed. "Exactly! That's what I told JJ. I said, 'Yo, we can sit around texting our lawyers back and forth for weeks or just pull up on these guys and get it done."
Max and Trey exchanged a look, the same thought silently passing between them: What the hell is happening right now?
"About that…" Max began, trying to steer the conversation, but Logan was already off again.
"YES, about that!" Logan said, practically bouncing where he stood. He dropped his gym bag on the floor with a thud, opened it, and pulled out a thick folder. "I got the whole vision laid out. We're not just signing a deal. We're building a legacy."
He began pacing the room like he was pitching to a board of billionaire sharks.
"We go big—like, international big. First, we do the standard stuff—content drops, collabs, the usual hype. But then we scale it. Think European tours, South America, maybe Asia. You guys ever been to Tokyo? No? Well, you're gonna."
KSI nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "And of course, you know, the rematch—Logan vs. KSI. Round 2."
Logan turned to face them, eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, baby. Wembley, SoFi, Madison Square Garden—we go global."
"Would be sick," KSI agreed. "Especially if we raise the stakes. Maybe loser has to dye their hair, or—I dunno—drop a diss track produced by the winner."
"Yoooo," Logan said, pointing at him, "now that's a concept! And get this—I'm joining WWE full-time soon, right? So we use that platform too. I walk into the ring with your sorry our brand on my robe. Camera zooms in. Boom. Exposure. Viral within minutes."
"We could do a WWE stunt, like, fake a falling out on Raw," KSI added, starting to get into it. "Have a backstage brawl go viral. Get people wondering if it's real."
"Publicity, baby!" Logan yelled. "We get TMZ involved. Maybe have one of us 'accidentally' knock over a paparazzi or some dumb thing. It'll be all over TikTok in five minutes."
As they continued bouncing ideas, Trey timidly raised a hand.
"Guys—"
"And then," Logan said, ignoring Trey completely, "we build a limited drop merch collab based off the fight. Split down the middle. Scarcity model. Signed gloves, 'Team JJ' vs. 'Team Maverick' shirts, NFTs if you're still into that crypto mess—"
"We do a teaser trailer, have people thinking it's a movie coming out," KSI said, now pacing a bit himself. "But it's just the announcement. People love being played like that."
"YES! Hype it for a month, then—boom—we drop the date, the fight, the platform, and the brand all in one go."
Max's brain was doing somersaults. He and Trey had come to LA for something entirely different—something that now felt like it was slipping out of their hands.
"Guys," Trey said again, a bit louder.
Still nothing.
"Guys!" Max finally shouted.
The room went silent. Logan's mouth froze mid-rant. KSI blinked, halfway into an imaginary punch he'd been demoing.
Max stood up, his voice calm but firm. "We didn't come here for you guys."
There was a brief pause. Then Trey stepped forward, adjusting the cuffs of his hoodie as he looked at the two YouTubers turned entrepreneurs. "We didn't come to pitch you. We weren't even planning to meet you today."
KSI frowned slightly, his enthusiasm dimming just a notch. Logan tilted his head.
"Wait—what do you mean? We got the message from the team. You're here to finalize the proposals. I thought we were all in."
"You assumed," Trey said simply.
Max stepped in. "We've been in LA for something else. Personal reasons. The fact that you tracked us down like we're in some kind of action movie is…honestly a little concerning."
Logan rubbed the back of his neck, looking less like a cocky hype machine and more like a guy who might have gone a bit too far. "I mean, I didn't mean to, like, ambush you or anything. Just thought it'd be fun."
KSI looked at Max and Trey more seriously now. "If we misread this, then that's on us. No pressure, honestly. We just figured, if you were thinking about doing something together, we'd come correct."
Max exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "We appreciate that. But we need a minute. This isn't the kind of thing we can just jump into because you rolled up with a folder and WWE-level energy."
Trey nodded. "We'll talk it over and get back to you. But for now, maybe take it down a notch. This isn't YouTube. This is real."
Logan looked from one to the other, then finally nodded. "Alright. Fair. I can respect that."
KSI gave a short laugh. "First time anyone's told Logan to take it down a notch and lived to tell the tale."
"Hey!" Logan grinned. "I'm a lot, but I'm lovable."
"You're a bulldozer with a vlog camera," Trey muttered.
"Exactly," Logan said proudly, missing the jab.
KSI smirked. "Let us know when you're ready. We'll be around."
And just like that, the two celebrities turned and made their way out, still chatting, still laughing—but with a little more awareness in their step. Max and Trey watched them go, the silence of the room slowly returning.
"That was… a lot," Max said quietly.
Trey nodded. "Yeah. But now we know exactly what we're dealing with."
As the door shut behind KSI and Logan, the room felt strangely hollow. The air still buzzed from their loud voices and booming energy, but now it was just Max and Trey—two guys in suits, staring at each other with too much to say and not enough courage to say it.
Max exhaled, slow and uncertain, rubbing the back of his neck. "We should have told them."
Trey didn't hesitate. "No," he shot back, almost too quickly. "That wouldn't make any sense. We don't even know if Ethan's gonna say yes."
And there it was. The truth. The elephant sitting between them with all its weight.
Despite the excitement earlier, despite the meetings and the proposals and the private agent handshake—they both knew the truth: Ethan Jones had options. Big ones. Dozens, probably. And just because they were talking to his personal agent didn't mean squat.
Max's shoulders dropped. "That's true…" he mumbled, the tone in his voice softening into quiet resignation. "Odds are way higher we get a no than a yes."
For a moment, silence sat with them. But Trey's expression shifted. A sly grin stretched across his lips as something lit up behind his eyes.
"Yeah," he said slowly, his voice laced with mischief. "But even if we get Ethan... that doesn't mean we can't still have them too."
Max looked over at him, confused.
Trey just grinned wider. A plan was already forming. Something cunning. Something big.
Meanwhile, Outside the Hotel…
KSI walked a few steps ahead, glancing around with his phone in hand, shaking his head. "Well, that was a waste of time."
The sun was dipping low behind the L.A. skyline, casting a golden hue over the palm-lined street. Tourists bustled past, oblivious to the two massive personalities stepping out of the hotel.
Logan stayed silent for a second, then spoke in a much lower, quieter voice. "I'm not so sure about that."
KSI stopped. Turned. "What? You think we missed something?" He tilted his head. "Bro, we just sat there while they talked in circles. Felt like a Netflix filler episode."
Logan didn't laugh. His expression was serious, contemplative. His hands were in his pockets, his gaze fixed on a spot in the distance. "It's just... not long ago, they were all over us. You remember that, right?"
KSI furrowed his brow. "Yeah…"
"They were blowing up my team's phone. DMing my people. Calling. Emails. All hyped. 'Let's work together,' 'Sign with us,' blah blah blah." Logan turned to face JJ. "And now suddenly? They're 'too busy'? They barely looked at us in there."
JJ blinked. "Damn. I mean... yeah, now that you say it—"
"It doesn't add up," Logan interrupted, shaking his head. "I've had people watching them since they got into L.A."
KSI's eyes widened. "You had them followed?"
Logan raised a brow. "Bro. This is L.A. This is my city. You think I let people roll in and out without knowing what they're doing?"
"Jesus, you're insane."
"Insanely prepared." Logan smirked. "I knew they were coming before they landed at LAX. And I knew they were staying here. But what I don't know... is why the hell they're being so cagey all of a sudden."
JJ crossed his arms, now thinking hard. "Yeah. Something's off."
"They didn't fly across the country just to flirt with a deal. They're hiding something." Logan narrowed his eyes. "And their trip here? It ain't adding up."
A pause stretched between them. Cars zoomed past. Someone recognized KSI from across the street and shouted his name, but he didn't look up.
Logan broke the silence. "We'll figure it out."
He turned toward the curb, where a sleek black SUV had just pulled up.
"Later, man."
KSI raised a brow. "What? You brought me here, and now you're ditching me?"
Logan was already halfway in the car. "Yeah. I'm going over to Jake's side. You know how it is—we don't want you lot meeting."
JJ groaned. "You are the worst."
Logan grinned. "Love you too."
"Fuck you, man," KSI muttered with a smirk, pulling out his phone.
Logan laughed as the door closed. "See you later, dude!"
Inside the SUV…
Logan leaned back in the leather seat, finally alone. The driver pulled into traffic, and L.A. rolled past his tinted windows. But Logan's mind was somewhere else.
His fingers tapped against the window. A rhythm. A signal of thought.
"They think I don't see it," he muttered.
He saw the hesitation in Max's eyes. The way Trey kept dodging specifics. The way they avoided the real conversation. They were working on something bigger. Something they didn't want him to know.
And that meant one thing: Prime was still in play. The dream deal. The legacy move.
He could see it already—PRIME on billboards in Tokyo. South Africa. Argentina. Prime fights, Prime collabs, Prime media. A whole empire built off what they started. And he wouldn't let anyone else take that from him.
Not Max. Not Trey. Not Anything.
His eyes darkened with ambition. He didn't care what silent Plan they were cooking up.
He'd take it. All of it.
Even if he had to fight for it.
Again.