Post by Chris Jericho on May 25, 2006 19:42:25 GMT -5
The feed live from the arena cuts to a scene of a hulking heap of gray stone, menacingly placed in a savannah country side. As the camera pans around this gigantic stone tower, rocks are shown tumbling off of the edge of the cliff top, gaining momentum as they roll down the gray slope. The screen zooms in on the bottom of the mountain, where a small, ant like figure paces around the area. The picture is zoomed in on even more, and the smirking figure of Chris Jericho is shown on the screen. Jericho is clad in a heavy duty button up shirt, and rough cargo long pants, with a pair of faded shades over his eyes. He inhales deeply, then exhales, and takes a look at his surroundings.
Jericho: “Wow, what a journey it has been. All of the ups and the downs that I have traveled, they all served a purpose. They all have prepared me for this moment, this climb to the top. I have made more sacrifices then any superstar in this company. I have had the most matches out of anyone in the federation. Why? Well, I knew that one day I would need the physical, mental, and spiritual toughness. These are called the “Three Rites of Passage”. It is now that I need it, now that all of my hard work will fuse into one extreme force. And that force will drive me to the top of the mountain. At Rumble in the Jungle, I go head to head with Triple H, the World Champion. I will clash with a man that I have had wars with, which I have had my ass kicked by, and kicked his right back. And all of this ends on Saturday, at Rumble in the Jungle. It concludes the greatest rivalry SNME has seen and will ever see, and will be concluded with the ultimate prize on the line…..the World Heavyweight Championship! Oh, yeah, it might also be important that it will be decided in an OBSCENELY RIDICULOSLY BRUTAL match, a Lion’s Den match. I can only win by making your ass tap out or beating you so badly that you can’t even open your eyes, until you are knocked out. But now, I need to do what I came here to do, so excuse me for a while.”
Chris nervously glances towards the base of the stone tower and sighs. He takes his left sleeve and rolls it up his forearm, and repeats the process on his right arm. He slowly bends down, stretching his thighs, and tightens his boot laces. With a running start, Jericho leaps onto the side of the mountain, grabbing a rock that jutted out of the mountain. He quickly places his foot in a firm fixture, and pushes himself upwards, grabbing a higher rock. With one mighty pull, Chris heaves himself upwards, his muscles straining in the heat. Jericho begins to sweat, dampening his curly blonde hair. Rocks crumble under their age, and drop off of the mountain side. Jericho, who is now moderately high off of the ground, is struck by a rock, causing his glasses to slip off of his face, and descend to the ground. Jericho’s hand slips, and leaves him dangling by one sweaty hand; a test of strength is now being put on him. Chris struggles and tries his hardest to pull himself back up, but fails to do so. He begins to loosen his grip, and just when he is about to drop, Chris swings his left arm upwards in one mighty display of power, and catches hold of a rock. Jericho sighs deeply, and starts to chuckle to himself, completing the first rite of passage. Chris continues climbing, each movement draining away at his depleted energy. Jericho throws his arm up, hoping to grab something, when he feels something larger than a rock. In fact, it is a ledge. Chris swings his leg up over the ledge, and hauls himself up. Jericho dusts off his shirt, and checks his body for bruises and cuts. Finding none, Chris walks deeper into the ledge, discovering that it’s much larger than he thought. He sees a small beam of light shining through a crevice, but the only way up is blocked by a huge rock slab.
Jericho: “Dammit! I made this hellacious climb, only to be blocked by this assclown of a rock! God damn, I was always getting held down by something, whether it be backstage politicians rumors, and even owners! Wait…..”
Jericho glances downwards, a gleaming stone catches his eye. Chris bends down, and carefully grabs the shiny red gem, and then lifts it up. He stares at it carefully, its light reflecting throughout the platform. Jericho turns around, and stares at the beam of light shooting out of the rocks. Slowly, Chris walks towards the rock, and looks through the hole. He can’t see anything, except for a rocky looking staircase. Jericho begins muttering to himself, frustrated at the situation. He paces around the area, kicking small rocks off of the platform. With one last try in desperation, Jericho shoves the gem into the hole. A rumbling noise stirs the platform, and the slab falls down backwards, revealing a twisted, rocky staircase. Chris begins to jog up the winding stairs, determined to reach the top of the mountain. After hour upon hour of stairs, Chris just gives up, and sits down on the cold rock.
Jericho: “Ha! You think you’re funny, dontcha? WHERE THE HELL IS THE ENTRANCE TO THE GOD DAMN MOUNTAIN TOP! I HAVE NOT BEEN CLIMBING UP THE SIDE, THEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN A DOOR JUST TO GET LOST IN THIS DAMN PUZZLE! Dammit. I have to keep on going. I need to keep on going.”
Chris stands back up, and continues jogging up the stairway for countless minutes, draining even more of his precious energy. Step after step, breath after breath, tear after tear, grunt after grunt, Jericho continues to run. With one last burst of energy, Chris throws himself up, in no general direction, and lands on this flat patch of stone. Jericho faints……..
3 hours later, the sun has set. Chris recovers from his black out, and slowly sits up, and rubs his head.
Jericho: “Damn, what happened? Hey, wait…..is this the top? Yes! YES! I made it Hahahahahahah! Chris Jericho is victorious again, just like what will happen this Saturday at Rumble, except, I will walk out of the arena the Saturday Night’s Main Event WORLD HEVAYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Damn, I’ve just come to realize that it’s been since December since I’ve tasted gold. And man, do you know how good it will be to taste World Heavyweight gold? It’ll be like eating rotten eggs then tasting a prime Filet Mignon. Now it is my time to carry this federation, MY time to show that I am great, MY time to hold the World Title. Don’t you worry Trips, ol’ Y2J ain’t gonna walk into Rumble in the Jungle just a cocky son of a bitch, but a ass kicking, gum spitting, bitch slapping, Lion Taming, KING OF THE WORLD, BABY! Wow, I haven’t been so riled up since I was with your trash bag ho of a wife, Trips. Now, it’s time to fulfill what I came here for. It’s time to complete the Rites of Passage. Back there, when I climbed those steps, that was my Rite of Spirit, or so I believe. I just need to find the “Pillar of Passage”. According to legend, and local people, it should be just around the corner…..”
Jericho begins walking, and slowly corners a rock, and beholds a broken column which has been split through the middle. A divine aura can be felt shimmering from the treasure, enlightening all that pass it. Chris slowly strides towards the artifact, absorbing the atmosphere of this place. He paces closer to the pillar, and then stops right before it.
Jericho: “Well, here it is. I have made it. It is time for me to
be judged.”
Jericho turns around, and glares into the pillar, not expecting what to find. What he sees is an inscribed slab of slate, with words jumbled around the paper. He blows the dust off of it, and tries to read it. When it is legible, it reads:
Here one stands
Through the rites hast he past
One of Strength
One of Mentality
One of Spirit
Here he is judged
And worthy is he
Through the rites hast he past
One of Strength
One of Mentality
One of Spirit
Here he is judged
And worthy is he
Jericho: “What does this mean? Am I worthy? Did I pass? Is something supposed to happen? What is suppose……”
A huge explosion of light engulfs the entire mountain, blinding all who can see. The camera turns static, white and black lines jumbled on the screen. When the normal vision returns, a massive lion is shown standing on a long rock jutting off of the mountain. His golden-brown mane floats in the wind, like a golden fury. His eyes are a dark blue, piercing to your very soul. His massive fangs hang in his mouth like stalagmites in a cave, and his massive paws and sharp claws puncture the very rock on which he stands. With one swoop of his head, the lion unleashes a dominant roar out of his throat. The noise deafens the entire area, and causes the camera to fly back. The kingly roar sweeps over the country-side, causing the herd animals to scatter from the water hole, causing the villagers to run into their huts in warning of a potential attack. A side shot of the massive beast is on the screen as it slowly zooms out. The screen fades with the lion standing proudly on the rock in a background of the setting sun over the savannah. The screen fades to black, and Chris Jericho’s voice is heard.
Jericho: “Triple H, get ready. Rumble in the Jungle is my home, my environment. Get ready for the fight of your life. Get ready for the defining point in your career. Get ready for the Lion Heart, Triple H. Savor your every second as champion, because the Lion Heart finally gets his quarry. Chris Jericho finally becomes the World…….Champion!
The voice stops, and the show comes to a close, with the words and actions of Chris Jericho lingering in the minds of the world.