**Shawn pulls up a chair, produces a bag of popcorn and sits down. Slowly between each bite he smirks.**

“Baph....The Cult this is so played out. You’re a retread of a retread. You’re not even that good. You ask everyone and their mother to join up, only to get the lowest of the low because you have no steam. No one knows who the fuck you are, and quite frankly I’m sure you’ll be gone well before I come back and take the Universal Title again.”

**Shawn continues to eat his popcorn.**

“And BOB.... stop trying so hard. You’ve got plenty of people on your side. I don’t know how.... it’s honestly quite perplexing. The fact that people can be allured by money these days is laughable. You’ve got Robbie Fucking Bourbon.... he alone can take on all of the Left Hand. I wouldn’t concern myself with a guy who is somehow more deluded than you guys.”

**Shawn sits back in his chair and smiles.**

“So... what are you going to do now?”