Girard facepalms at this sad pin.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? I'm busy trying to assist in orchestrating a takeover of this pitiful excuse for a company, and now I have to deal with this?! Shade, you're a moron. Next time, if you want to go for the Federweight, actually go through the Jerkbeast Blitz challenge Jerkbeast himself came up with. Fagot."

Girard snaps his fingers, and suddenly about four men in balaclava gear assault Shade, beating him down to the floor. Then, as soon as Shade gets back to his knees, the men grab steel chairs and perform a four-way con-chair-to as Girard laughs and walks off with his soldiers.