He enters the ring, the hostility still at a high level, and waits out the crowd's response before beginning his promo. They'll get a chance to make some noise when he wins the title tonight.
"Holy s**t, look out, he's got a mic! Clear the building!"
Jason says sarcastically, which gets a slight pop. He's prepared to knock this one out of the park and the initial reaction looks good.
"At long last, I finally get my match for the Intercontinental title, one on one. Just the genetically superior, 100% BAMF Jason Byers versus whatever the hell his name is, Major Douchebag. Now, Major Douchebag, I won't deny that you've had an impressive run as IC champion. What is it now, six months? That's not easy to do. Well, for me, it would be, but for someone of your skill level it's quite an accomplishment. The only reason you've been able to hold onto that belt for so long is because you haven't had to wrestle me one-on-one. I will outsmart you, I will out-brawl you and I will out-wrestle you. I don't care what they teach you in the military, nothing's going to prepare you for being hit by a train full-force."
Huge heat for that. Make fun of opponent's ring name? Check. Talking up his own skills? Check. Small swipe at the United States Marine Corps? Check.
"I don't know how much of that IC Open you were conscious for, Major Douchebag, but did you see what I did to Crazy Wayne? I had him in an armbar for approximately eight years. Guy's shoulder is so ******** he's going to miss months. And do you know why I did that? Because I thought it would be funny. Turns out it was. Major, I ripped a man's arm out of its socket for a laugh. Imagine what I'm gonna do to you to get that IC title. No homo."
There's a lot of booing at Jason's explanation for the deliberate injury to Crazy Wayne, but a small chuckle for his use of "no homo".
"Major, let me ask you something. Did your military training teach you how to tap like a b***h? Because that's really the only skill you're going to need tonight. This is going to be swift and painful, kind of like the dishonorable discharge you got for blowing six guys in your platoon. Polish that belt up for me, Major Deepthroat, because I'm taking it tonight. Deal with it."
