I'm going to try and approach this from a different perspective. I'm going to imagine for a few minutes that the roles were reversed and that we were currently in their shoes. It's a tall order to take this stance throughout the history of Scottish football, so it's only fair to consider it from the time that the new club were shat into existence.
It's now back in 2012 and we have been shoehorned into the bottom division of the Scottish League. Our billionaire owner has flown the coop and retreated to his tax haven. Our millionaire CEO has just received a nice wee plum job in the EPL and our otherwise invisible board have had to relinquish their holdings to a group of investors with modest means.
A percentage (say 25%) have pledged their allegiance to other clubs, but there remains that significant 75% who will continue to support Celtco. A fly-by-nighter senses an opportunity to turn a quick buck on the aspirations of the fans and makes a firm investment that will keep football being played in some shape or form at Celtic Park.
It's at this point that the first real (and only) disparity between this fiction and the current reality takes place.
Does anyone believe for one second that the huns wouldn't do anything within their power to prevent Celtco from actually kicking a ball?
Forget falsely acquiring the honours of the club once known as Celtic, the huns would do anything to ensure that no trace of Celtic would ever appear in any form again.
And that's literally where the story ends.
We don't have to think about what would happen in the next 8-years. We don't have to consider them closing in on a landmark 9th successive title. We don't have to wonder about the fear, hatred and paranoia which would drive us to desperation - because the simple truth of the matter is that the huns would ensure (by hook or by crook) that no facsimile of Celtic would ever survive to see the light of day.
Sure, there might be a junior team by now that would be getting 15-20,000 fans coming to see them, but there would be no associated club allowed to play in senior Scottish football.
They would have pissed on our grave and held their annual bonfire on our sacred ground.