The lights suddenly dim and purple lights start flashing as the opening guitar rift of
"Deadman Walking" by Bloodsimple starts to play.
-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!-
Jak walks out from backstage to the sound of cheers from the crowd. The hood of her winged hoodie was up and her head was down. She stops at the top of the ramp and lifts her head. There was no emotion to be seen on her face as Jak starts to make her way down the ramp.
"Making her way to the ring... from Buffalo, New York... 'The Dark Angel' Jak!"
-It's getting harder to feel for all the people I kill-
-No time to cry for those who died-
-They stay unjustified!-
She stops in front of the ring and grabs for the top rope, which she uses to pull herself up onto the apron. She then uses the top rop to give her some momentum as she jumps over the top rope and lands on her feet inside the ring.
-Through these eyes I see the catastrophe lying in my wake-
-Voices inside my mind shiver my spine-
-I am not ashamed!-
She then pulls down the hood from her head as a dark smirk starts to form on her face. Jak lifts the belt above her head as the crowd cheered louder. As she looks around the arena, she sets the belt on the mat, removes her hoodie and then tosses into the crowd before picking up her belt and placing it back on her shoulder.
-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!-
Jak makes her way to one of the turnbuckles and leans up against it as her theme starts to fade and the lights brighten back up.
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