Let's not kick a guy while he is down.

Vinnie is still a partial owner of the company, his wife still loves him, and he's rich beyond mosts wildest dreams, so I'm not talking about him.

Poor John Madison. Luca married Heyman, and John had to stare at him in that dress all night. Too soon.

Otherwise gentlemen, may I grace the people with the same bloodshed and destruction later. Or more. The people aren't finished.

Robbie winks at the camera, has a sip of his coffee, and right as he's about to have a bite of a hot dog, Blue, his handler and girlfriend, snatches it from him. He looks at her quizzically as she puts her right index finger to his lips.

One, you owe me dinner, you said so. Two, you shat your pants last time you were out there. No more snacking before your matches.

Robbie looks less than pleased.

Aw, c'mon, I haven't had a dog in two months, all Danny Sex ate was white foods. Canned potatoes, plain yogurt, fettuccine Alfredo, pearl onions, and ground turkey in cream of mushroom soup, usually on angel food cake and all at the same time.

Too fucking bad.

Blue takes a bite of the hot dog and smiles at Robbie. Robbie rolls his eyes, downs his coffee, and throws the paper cup to the floor in ire.

I'm so taking you out to a fancy meal after this. I'm starving.

Robbie turns and lumbers off, hangry (that despicable condition where one is angry due to hunger). Blue has a chuckle at her boyfriend's expense.

Love you!

I KNOW! Damn hot dog, I want some fucking chow, gonna go paralyze some asshole in the fucking battle royale...