Jamie slowly turned his head and backed up a bit, the same blank look on his face showing mild aggravation. He slowly brought the mic back up to his lips after listening to this '5-cent' input. "Excuse me? I don't recall asking for anyone else's opinion." He began, taking off his shades with his free hand. Using the hand that was holding his glasses, he extended his pinky-finger and pointed at Jak. "Since you feel the need to but-in and make yourself recognized as the decider of who is and isn't a loser, why don't we find for ourselves." He gestured to the crowd and pointed at the ring.
"All four of you--" He paused and turned back to Jak, leaning forward slightly as he spoke the next words with extra diction. "--losers...Get in that ring right now, get a ref out here, this is now a fatal-fourway." The crowd got excited at the addition of another match, although, last minute.
"Since this is the first big show I've organized, I'll put some spin on this match too, the official three losers of this match have to clean my car next show--The reason I say next show is because I suddenly feel like going muddin' this weekend." He let out a sinister laugh.
"Have fun ladies, I know I will." He smirked darkly and backed up towards the curtain as the crowd started a 'You're A Jerk' chant.
"All four of you--" He paused and turned back to Jak, leaning forward slightly as he spoke the next words with extra diction. "--losers...Get in that ring right now, get a ref out here, this is now a fatal-fourway." The crowd got excited at the addition of another match, although, last minute.
"Since this is the first big show I've organized, I'll put some spin on this match too, the official three losers of this match have to clean my car next show--The reason I say next show is because I suddenly feel like going muddin' this weekend." He let out a sinister laugh.
"Have fun ladies, I know I will." He smirked darkly and backed up towards the curtain as the crowd started a 'You're A Jerk' chant.
