Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:31:18 GMT -5
Y2J- RP's for BattleMania (COMBINED)
« Thread Started on Jan 31, 2006, 9:52pm »
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The entire arena fades down from its normal light color to a hypnotic blue and silver, and a purple spotlight appears, searching around the arena. The spotlight continues to track down its quarry as a countdown appears on the large NHBWO titan tron. The clock starts at 5, and continues its way down to 2. At 2, the screen flashes and fades to black, and Y2J appears on the screen. When it flashes, guitar scratches out an alternative sound, and “Break the Walls Down” by Fozzy plays over the arena.
You know I got ya (Yeah, one)
Break the wall down! (Ahhh)
For those about to rock,
What ya want?
Baby, you know you're Judas And I'm your priest
Baby, what I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Awaken from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heap
I am the pasture, flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the wall down
Your heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
What ya gonna do? (Jericho)
Comin' down (Ya feel me now)
Uh, ya feel me now
Break the wall down!
Jericho
For those about to rock,
Set the clock
For those about to jump,
I'm all pumped
For those about to go,
Watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
What you want?
Break it down
What you want?
Jericho all around
The arena begins to flash, with the blue and silver lights exchanging tones over the sold out New York crowd. In the middle of the chorus, a lone figure walks out from behind the red curtain.
Chris Jericho is met with the deafening cheers of the crowd as he clenches his fist, and raises his right arm, with his left arm following shortly behind. After holding his pose for the fans to take pictures, Y2J spins around with his arms out in the air, playing to the crowd. After completing a full 360, Y2J pumps his right elbow into his muscular gut. Jericho walks over to the left side of the stage and repeats the taunt, and follows suite on the right side. Y2J stands at the top of the ramp and spits out his gum, and hits it away with his right hand. With a serious look on his face, Chris continues down the ramp, stopping randomly to look for numerous “Y2J” signs. Halfway down the metal ramp, Jericho spots a ringside fan with a Jericho sign. Chris trots his way over there and with a pen given to him by the fan, signs the poster. At the point where the black ring mat hits the ramp, Jericho rolls up his green and blue entrance jacket and flexes his right arm for the fans.
Jericho reaches the ring, but instead of going up the stairs, he walks to the bell keeper’s area. Chris takes the chair away from him and tosses it into the ring and heads back towards the stairs. Y2J slowly struts up the black, metal steps and stops at the top. After a moment of silence, Y2J walks past the post, and takes a big step forwards, then swings around on the apron. Leaning back on the crimson ropes, Jericho bounces back and forth and proclaims that he is the King of the World to the fans. Clutching the tope rope with his right hand, Jericho swings his right leg under the rope, and scans the crowd yet again for signs.
After a moment, Chris steps through with his left foot, and completes his trek into the ring. Jericho walks into the middle of the NHBWO ring and sticks his arms out in similar fashion to his pose at the entrance ramp and spins around under the purple spotlight.
Jericho goes to the chair, picks it up, and sets it down in the center of the squared circle. Chris goes back over to the ring workers to get a microphone, and while he is handed one, tells off the worker for being slow. Y2J’s music cuts and Chris sits down in the metal chair. After a long pause for the crowd to die down, Jericho picks up the microphone and begins to speak:
Y2J: “There has been a lot of controversy in the locker room. Apparently Vince McMahon has screwed Shawn Michaels. The boys in the back, including myself were told to vote for either the Boogeyman or HBK to face Goldberg at Wrestlefest. Most of the smart wrestlers, like me, voted for The Boogeyman, simply for the fact that nobody likes that creep. But dumb wrestler, like Randy Orton, voted for HBK. Why? Nobody knows. But one assclown by the name of The Rock was allowed to vote three times, as allowed by Vince. Of course he voted for HBK those three times, and Vince closed the polls soon after HBK was up by a vote. Rock, there will be no remorse for what I do to you at Battlemania, there will be no holding back, Y2J is going to show you a side you have never seen before. You are going to try to slam me with the Rock Bottom, but I won’t be there, I will be up in your face slapping the piss out of you. You’re going to try to drop the People’s Elbow on me, but I will be on your ass with The Walls of Jericho! You’re going to try to put me in the Sharpshooter, but I won’t be there! I am going to be straight in front of you, knocking the god damn teeth out of your mouth!. Amd Rock, you better be damn sure that you are at the match. If you're not assclown, I will personnaly drag your asds down here and beat it!
Jericho drops the mic onto his lap and stares coldly into the camera to show The Rock his passion and fury. After a few seconds, Jericho drops his stare, and leans back relaxingly in his chair, and picks up the mic to talk again.
Y2J:”Rocky, don’t worry. I won’t scare you. I am not going to blindside you. That’s stooping to a low that you are on. I will make sure that I am up front in your face for our entire match, and straight into the god damn Battle Royal! I will never, ever leave your sight. In the Battle Royal, I will make sure that you are tossed first, and by me, ONLY me. I will make sure you will feel pain when you hit that floor. I guarantee that you will not win the Battle Royal even if it costs me my title shot. And Rocky, I guaran-damn-tee you this: You will get your ass royally kicked by The King of the World, the Ayatollah of Rock n Rolla, CHRIS JERICHO!”
Jericho knocks aside the chair and kicks it out of the ring
Y2J:” But I’m not done. I still have six more men to make fun of... I mean discuss. (Crowd cheers crazily) Ah Batista, my good friend, maybe my protégé. I have the utmost respect for your physical abilities. Mentally, ehhh, I think not. Like the old saying goes, “Brains over brawn”. This applies to you. You might be physically jacked, but you’re verbally humble. But apparently, you proved my point of stupidity. I've heard that Batista has aligned himself with HHH. Also, I heard that he was going to be handed the IC title if Triple Assclown wins the World title. Batista, you've backstabbed me man. You made the wrong decision. Come Battle Mania, I will cure you by eliminating you from the Battle Royal. Hell, I don’t think you’re smart enough to toss me over the top. (Crowd laughs) Matt Striker, you think I’m the reject of your class. You think that I will be the first over the top rope. O’ Contraire my good man, your teachings do not apply to me, maybe Orton, but I’ll get to him later. In my class, you would be graded as an “assclown”. (Crowd cracks up in laughter)
Y2J strolls around the ring with his mic in hand and a smirk on his face
Kane, the Big Red Machine! Oh how red hot the crowd will be when I toss your freak ass over the top rope! Nobody wants you to win, and besides, you are too ugly to even be in contention for the World Title. NHBWO shouldn’t be represented with a freak from hell. Everybody in this damn match, except of course for the Crock, will be gunning for you. And Y2J will lead the pack in eliminating you, as I am ever the leader. Matt Hardy, “You will not die!” famous last words. Where were you before NHBWO? Jobbing to Edge? It will be exactly the same in the Battle Royal, as it was in real life, your ass will be dumped! Except not by some kinky whore, but by Y2J! Now onto you, The Man known as Sting! What a legend! It is an honor to be working with you in this company, and will be more so in tossing your ass out of the ring in the Battle Royal. You are nothing more than a washed up has-been with nothing to gain but cheap pops and a handful of cash. Who’s left? That’s right, Randy Orton. Or, the Ugly Duckling as we like to say in the back. Forget about what I said about Batista, this man is a dumb ass. I’ve tried, and the keyword is tried, to talk to him, but all that comes out is clicks and whistles. He has no grasp of the English language, and therefore, lacks the skills needed to win a Battle Royal. Forget about wrestling, this guy is amazing! Yeah! Amazing at screwing up. “Hey Randy, do you know what a headlock is?”, “I like rap”. This man might even eliminate himself from the Battle Royal. Come February 10th, I will win. I will get my shot at the World’s Heavyweight Championship. I will outlast 7 other men. Y2J will survive. And I promise you this at Wrestlefest, I will get what I deserve, what I have earned: The World's Heavyweight Championship!
Jericho drops the mic on the floor, and rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. After walking halfway up the ramp, Chris turns around and shrugs at the crowd. Jericho then continues up the ramp to his music, and walks through the curtain, backstage.
« Thread Started on Jan 31, 2006, 9:52pm »
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The entire arena fades down from its normal light color to a hypnotic blue and silver, and a purple spotlight appears, searching around the arena. The spotlight continues to track down its quarry as a countdown appears on the large NHBWO titan tron. The clock starts at 5, and continues its way down to 2. At 2, the screen flashes and fades to black, and Y2J appears on the screen. When it flashes, guitar scratches out an alternative sound, and “Break the Walls Down” by Fozzy plays over the arena.
You know I got ya (Yeah, one)
Break the wall down! (Ahhh)
For those about to rock,
What ya want?
Baby, you know you're Judas And I'm your priest
Baby, what I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Step in the arena and break the wall down
Awaken from a deep sleep
You're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of your whole heap
I am the pasture, flock ya like sheep
Step into the town and break the wall down
Your heart beat is the only sound
Step into the light and then ya know
You were stopped and dropped by the walls of Jericho
What ya gonna do? (Jericho)
Comin' down (Ya feel me now)
Uh, ya feel me now
Break the wall down!
Jericho
For those about to rock,
Set the clock
For those about to jump,
I'm all pumped
For those about to go,
Watch me flow
Break down the walls of Jericho
What you want?
Break it down
What you want?
Jericho all around
The arena begins to flash, with the blue and silver lights exchanging tones over the sold out New York crowd. In the middle of the chorus, a lone figure walks out from behind the red curtain.
Chris Jericho is met with the deafening cheers of the crowd as he clenches his fist, and raises his right arm, with his left arm following shortly behind. After holding his pose for the fans to take pictures, Y2J spins around with his arms out in the air, playing to the crowd. After completing a full 360, Y2J pumps his right elbow into his muscular gut. Jericho walks over to the left side of the stage and repeats the taunt, and follows suite on the right side. Y2J stands at the top of the ramp and spits out his gum, and hits it away with his right hand. With a serious look on his face, Chris continues down the ramp, stopping randomly to look for numerous “Y2J” signs. Halfway down the metal ramp, Jericho spots a ringside fan with a Jericho sign. Chris trots his way over there and with a pen given to him by the fan, signs the poster. At the point where the black ring mat hits the ramp, Jericho rolls up his green and blue entrance jacket and flexes his right arm for the fans.
Jericho reaches the ring, but instead of going up the stairs, he walks to the bell keeper’s area. Chris takes the chair away from him and tosses it into the ring and heads back towards the stairs. Y2J slowly struts up the black, metal steps and stops at the top. After a moment of silence, Y2J walks past the post, and takes a big step forwards, then swings around on the apron. Leaning back on the crimson ropes, Jericho bounces back and forth and proclaims that he is the King of the World to the fans. Clutching the tope rope with his right hand, Jericho swings his right leg under the rope, and scans the crowd yet again for signs.
After a moment, Chris steps through with his left foot, and completes his trek into the ring. Jericho walks into the middle of the NHBWO ring and sticks his arms out in similar fashion to his pose at the entrance ramp and spins around under the purple spotlight.
Jericho goes to the chair, picks it up, and sets it down in the center of the squared circle. Chris goes back over to the ring workers to get a microphone, and while he is handed one, tells off the worker for being slow. Y2J’s music cuts and Chris sits down in the metal chair. After a long pause for the crowd to die down, Jericho picks up the microphone and begins to speak:
Y2J: “There has been a lot of controversy in the locker room. Apparently Vince McMahon has screwed Shawn Michaels. The boys in the back, including myself were told to vote for either the Boogeyman or HBK to face Goldberg at Wrestlefest. Most of the smart wrestlers, like me, voted for The Boogeyman, simply for the fact that nobody likes that creep. But dumb wrestler, like Randy Orton, voted for HBK. Why? Nobody knows. But one assclown by the name of The Rock was allowed to vote three times, as allowed by Vince. Of course he voted for HBK those three times, and Vince closed the polls soon after HBK was up by a vote. Rock, there will be no remorse for what I do to you at Battlemania, there will be no holding back, Y2J is going to show you a side you have never seen before. You are going to try to slam me with the Rock Bottom, but I won’t be there, I will be up in your face slapping the piss out of you. You’re going to try to drop the People’s Elbow on me, but I will be on your ass with The Walls of Jericho! You’re going to try to put me in the Sharpshooter, but I won’t be there! I am going to be straight in front of you, knocking the god damn teeth out of your mouth!. Amd Rock, you better be damn sure that you are at the match. If you're not assclown, I will personnaly drag your asds down here and beat it!
Jericho drops the mic onto his lap and stares coldly into the camera to show The Rock his passion and fury. After a few seconds, Jericho drops his stare, and leans back relaxingly in his chair, and picks up the mic to talk again.
Y2J:”Rocky, don’t worry. I won’t scare you. I am not going to blindside you. That’s stooping to a low that you are on. I will make sure that I am up front in your face for our entire match, and straight into the god damn Battle Royal! I will never, ever leave your sight. In the Battle Royal, I will make sure that you are tossed first, and by me, ONLY me. I will make sure you will feel pain when you hit that floor. I guarantee that you will not win the Battle Royal even if it costs me my title shot. And Rocky, I guaran-damn-tee you this: You will get your ass royally kicked by The King of the World, the Ayatollah of Rock n Rolla, CHRIS JERICHO!”
Jericho knocks aside the chair and kicks it out of the ring
Y2J:” But I’m not done. I still have six more men to make fun of... I mean discuss. (Crowd cheers crazily) Ah Batista, my good friend, maybe my protégé. I have the utmost respect for your physical abilities. Mentally, ehhh, I think not. Like the old saying goes, “Brains over brawn”. This applies to you. You might be physically jacked, but you’re verbally humble. But apparently, you proved my point of stupidity. I've heard that Batista has aligned himself with HHH. Also, I heard that he was going to be handed the IC title if Triple Assclown wins the World title. Batista, you've backstabbed me man. You made the wrong decision. Come Battle Mania, I will cure you by eliminating you from the Battle Royal. Hell, I don’t think you’re smart enough to toss me over the top. (Crowd laughs) Matt Striker, you think I’m the reject of your class. You think that I will be the first over the top rope. O’ Contraire my good man, your teachings do not apply to me, maybe Orton, but I’ll get to him later. In my class, you would be graded as an “assclown”. (Crowd cracks up in laughter)
Y2J strolls around the ring with his mic in hand and a smirk on his face
Kane, the Big Red Machine! Oh how red hot the crowd will be when I toss your freak ass over the top rope! Nobody wants you to win, and besides, you are too ugly to even be in contention for the World Title. NHBWO shouldn’t be represented with a freak from hell. Everybody in this damn match, except of course for the Crock, will be gunning for you. And Y2J will lead the pack in eliminating you, as I am ever the leader. Matt Hardy, “You will not die!” famous last words. Where were you before NHBWO? Jobbing to Edge? It will be exactly the same in the Battle Royal, as it was in real life, your ass will be dumped! Except not by some kinky whore, but by Y2J! Now onto you, The Man known as Sting! What a legend! It is an honor to be working with you in this company, and will be more so in tossing your ass out of the ring in the Battle Royal. You are nothing more than a washed up has-been with nothing to gain but cheap pops and a handful of cash. Who’s left? That’s right, Randy Orton. Or, the Ugly Duckling as we like to say in the back. Forget about what I said about Batista, this man is a dumb ass. I’ve tried, and the keyword is tried, to talk to him, but all that comes out is clicks and whistles. He has no grasp of the English language, and therefore, lacks the skills needed to win a Battle Royal. Forget about wrestling, this guy is amazing! Yeah! Amazing at screwing up. “Hey Randy, do you know what a headlock is?”, “I like rap”. This man might even eliminate himself from the Battle Royal. Come February 10th, I will win. I will get my shot at the World’s Heavyweight Championship. I will outlast 7 other men. Y2J will survive. And I promise you this at Wrestlefest, I will get what I deserve, what I have earned: The World's Heavyweight Championship!
Jericho drops the mic on the floor, and rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. After walking halfway up the ramp, Chris turns around and shrugs at the crowd. Jericho then continues up the ramp to his music, and walks through the curtain, backstage.