So...

How many months have to pass?

How much time do you want or need?

Relentless, twenty, twenty-one.

Main v. Bourbon.

Bobby slaps his Hart Championship Belt.

Look. Robert.

For starters you came in under the wrong name.

Not to discredit the name we share.

But you came in as Robert Main well after I plowed the fucking way.

Taking out criminal organizations and just haplessly ignoring you and your brother's?

Shit.

I didn't.

I have my own brother. We barely speak. It's something I wish I could fix myself, but it isn't.

I don't give a fuck about your brother.

Bobby shrugs.

Never did. I care about you. Glad you're mending ties.

I'm here to break you. Not your ties. Not your legacy.

You.

Bobby points to himself.

Against me.

Bobby looks at the camera directly.

The best in the XWF.