-Buuuuurn it down!-
-It's a production of fear-
-Take another look isn't it clear-
-It's all sadistic, annihilistic, it's so f*cking vicious!-
-It's getting harder to feel for all the people I kill-
-No time to cry for those who died-
-They stay unjustified!-
-Through these eyes I see the catastrophe lying in my wake-
-Voices inside my mind shiver my spine-
-I am not ashamed!-
-Look at me, I'm a dead man walking!-
-Put another nail in the coffin-
-On the hill I see the bodies burning-
-Buuuurn it down!-
"Deadman Walking" by Bloodsimple blasts through the arena as Jak came out from backstage to the sound of cheers with a mic in her hand and a smirk on her face.
"Hold on a sec, Newfoundland... The deal was that I would be your trophy girl as long as you were still the Intercontinental Champion... And that also meant as long as it was still an active championship!" Jak said as she started to pace on the stage.
"But since it's been retired, you're not the champion anymore! And besides..." She paused, as she stopped pacing, and looked at the group with a dark smirk.
"Who ever said I was against the Top Dogs?" The crowd seemed puzzled.
"As far as I'm concerned, the Top Dogs are neither my ally or my enemy. I'm just neutral." She said.
"But that's besides the point... I'm only out here right now because I get to decide Rakon's fate in this company." She said as she pointed to Rakon. The crowd cheered in anticipation.