Felina Rodriguez vs Charlie Haines

Jacob had done it and trashed the match. Great. So why didn't he feel satisfied? It was nice to see Felina fail, but still... He sighed, letting the grip of the ropes go as he span around and dismounted the ring, using the cane to right his body as he ignored the pain in his back again. He began the slow process of climbing up the ramp to leave. But as he did he simply turned around and waved to Felina, giving off a rather satisfied smirk. Ok, maybe Jacob did feel slightly satisfied with what he has done.

He began thinking as he walked away, what was going to happen next? What else could he do to make this woman's life hell? He couldn't keep trashing all her matches, eventually, someone upstairs would block him, but oh well, he would think of something. Getting halfway up the ramp he began to turn around to observe the ring one more time as the crowd still had mixed reactions to what had gone on. He wanted to admire his little handiwork one more time.