NighTMarch emerges from the crowd and slides into the ring. He pulls a microphone from his back pocket and looks out to the crowd.
NighTMarch: You know what? I am tired of being the whipping boy of this stupid fed! You'd think I was a part of the J.O.B. Squad! It's not pin me-pay me! I call out anybody from the locker room! I am here to compete! I'm not leaving this ring until I get a match!
NighTMarch tosses the mic out of the ring and slides down to recline in the corner of the ring, staring out at the ramp.
NighTMarch: You know what? I am tired of being the whipping boy of this stupid fed! You'd think I was a part of the J.O.B. Squad! It's not pin me-pay me! I call out anybody from the locker room! I am here to compete! I'm not leaving this ring until I get a match!
NighTMarch tosses the mic out of the ring and slides down to recline in the corner of the ring, staring out at the ramp.