You leave Elvis to deal with the situation himself and...

BOOM!

"ELVIS!" You yell as you see his battered and bloodly skate flying towards you. You catch it and cry. You go into denile. You and many others refuse to believe that Elvis is dead. You keep saying to yourself, "Elvis just faked his death to escape the pressures of the Olympics. Then, you keep hearing about Elvis sightings in various McDonald's around Norway. Both dead Elvis'(Elvis's?, Elvi?) Later, you find out that Elvis' middle name was Aaron! Coinsedence!?! I think not.

THE END