*Jack Rogue's music hits and the arena explodes in violent boos for the newly psychotic Intercontinental Champion*
*After a few seconds of the music, Rogue storms through the curtain, his championship in his right hand, dangling by his waist. In his left hand is a microphone. Jack is dressed in his ring attire and is visibly frenzied - from anger or his general mental state, it is hard to say. He paces madly across the stage, shaking his head furiously, then stops dead at the top of the ramp. Looking around him for a few seconds, at the thousands of people who've packed the arena for Precision booing at the tops of their lungs, his eyes settle on the ring where Andersen Vega is stood. He turns his head as if to crack his neck, and then starts speaking suddenly enough that his music cuts out late*
Jack: Anderse- TURN IT OFF, TWAT!
*Rogue turns around and makes as if to walk back through the curtain when his music cuts abruptly*
Jack: I swear to fuck, I'll find you and wring your spleen out like a bloody towel if you're stupid enough to be in my sight when I get back there! And quiet, all you fucks, because I'm not in the bastard mood.
*The booing escalates but Jack ignores it as he begins to walk quickly down the ramp*
Jack: You, Andersen, just said something about the prestige of that belt you've got that - would you believe - had me thinking I might be going CRAZY! Can you believe that, everyone?! Me - crazy?!
*Once more the jeering and booing return to deafening levels, but it's hard to even see if Rogue is grinning or grimacing under his half-mask*
Jack: You said that title was the most prestigious in the world, but there's a problem with that...
*By now Jack has reached the bottom of the ramp, where he pauses to point up at Vega, stood in the ring*
Jack: ...you're holding it. And everyone in this building, no matter how much they hate either or both of us, knows for a god damned fact that I am the superior competitor because they watched me pin you in the middle of that ring the week before Wrestle Dynasty! I am the better champion with the better championship, and even in your almost Diamond-level deluded mind you know it too!
*Rogue steps into the ring between the ropes and steps up to be almost completely in Vega's face. There is a pause before Jack continues, where an intense eye contact commences between the men. Neither budges an inch*
Jack: I am the Intercontinental Champion. This title was once a symbol of work rate or something like that. The guys who don't quite get to be on the poster, but always have the "Match of the Night". What does that even mean, anyway?! Match of the Night?! What, like a joint accolade with your opponent?! And that used to be me. The guy who was never the top in anything, but always, like, the third reason you bought a Precision ticket, because he always lost in "great matches". Here's a tip: when you're in this business, no matter how hard you tell yourself otherwise, a great match is a match you win and that's all there is to it.
*A reminder of the formerly adored Jack Rogue sends the audience back into a booing frenzy*
Jack: But this isn't that Jack's belt, it's mine. And therefore, like everything about me, this belt isn't a symbol of great matches anymore. It's a symbol of freedom. Not the "land of the free" freedom, the freedom from the rules, the freedom from the oppression of adoration, the freedom from the chains so many put on themselves just to be liked. I'm free, and this is my championship. And whoever takes this from me will have to be just the same to be in my league. That's one thing you're not, Andersen. On my level. And I PROVED IT! ALREADY! There's something everyone loves not talking about, from the marketing team... *Rogue points into the crowd* ...to this set of idiots. I beat you. And I did it by any means necessary. That is what gives a title prestige. When a man is willing to do anything, anything at all, to lay his hands on it. That's what I did to you before Wrestle Dynasty, and that's what I did when I won this at Wrestle Dynasty. I won, at any and all cost. To my reputation, to my body, to my mental state. Any cost. And that's why I call bullshit when you say you hold the most prestigious title in the world - because that's this...
*Jack holds his championship aloft to yet more boos*
Jack: ...the Precision Intercontinental Championship. But to be honest, as for you personally, Andersen... I've got nothing to say. What hasn't been said? You humiliated me in front of the world for weeks on end and drove me to the edge. But then... you were a part of this. This ascent of me from what I was, to what I am now. That's what you said you wanted - until it arrived and you didn't like its taste in clothes, it bit you in the ass under Extreme Rules, and thus made your career crown jewel, a joke. Because that's what your world title reign is, because of me.
