That would be way more intimidating... if ya had something to chop at...
"Did he just... Is this guy fucking serious? Let me tell you people at home something, just incase you missed it: In the middle of this match, for the DWF World Heavyweight Championship and the other worthless piece of shit titles that got merged with it, Jason has enough time to come over here and spout off to me about how he does not need any help fulfilling his destiny? Well obviously he needed his opponent softened up for him to even come close to reaching that belt. Never mind the fact that he has a threatening threesome already outside the ring, no that's ok. Wander your stupid ass over here and run your mouth at the man doing commentary. Brilliant strategy there, bright eyes."
Crymzon smirked as he settled back into his claimed chair, casting his glance over to Undead Enigma and Company before resuming watching the match.
"The simple fact is this, and I will go on record saying this: I can Guarantee you... GUARANTEE... that if anyone is crowned the new champion tonight, that it will not be the corporate lackey, Jason. Chris Blade, Candice Fairchild, Jason, and anyone else who disagrees with that statement will be proven JUST how wrong they are to believe that someone so undeserving of anything is going to be crowned the champion."