Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:26:11 GMT -5
"The Lionheart always pulls through.." 3/4/06 RP
« Thread Started on Mar 2, 2006, 8:03pm »
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The camera switches from ringside to one that is in the parking lot of some building. A stylish sports car pulls into a space, and the door swings open. As the door swings open, a man in black sports jacket and some faded jeans steps out. The camera slowly pulls up to the man’s face, and reveals an expertly styled, blonde hair cut and faded sun glasses: Chris Jericho. He cockily takes off his sun glasses, and slips them into the top pocket on his jacket. Gazing around the city, Jericho sniffs the air and sighs as a smile appears on his face.
Jericho: “Ah, New York. Home of Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, but more importantly: the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame. This is a place that myself, along with every pro-wrestler in the world, aspire to reach. Once I retire from this business, I plan on receiving an invitation here. Why? Because I’m Chris Jericho dammit! And I’ll be damned if I don’t make it to the Hall of Fame. But, there are a couple things I need to do first.”
Jericho walks towards the front of the building and pushes in the doors. He walks into a modern lobby, with a receptionist waiting behind a desk.
Receptionist: “How are you today? And how may I help you?”
Jericho: “I’m fine. My name’s Chris Jericho; and I had an appointment here. I got my pass to walk around the building and to learn about the legends that paved the roads for myself and the other superstars.”
Receptionist: “Oh hello Mr. Jericho! Here’s your pass, and enjoy the visit.”
Jericho takes the pass, and continues down the hall way. While walking down the hallway, Chris stops and looks at the inductees in the Hall of Fame.
Jericho: “Ah! Terry Funk. What a legend in his day. When I was in ECW, Funk once told me that I’d never make it big, and become a jobber. Where am I now Funk? I was the first ever Undisputed Champion….. of the World! What were you Terry? A hardcore Legend, huh? That’s the only reason you are in this Hall of Fame, if you didn’t take so many barbwire chairs to the head, I doubt you’d be standing here. Terry, you are disgracing this honor that is the Hall of Fame. Once Chris Jericho retires, I guarantee that he will grace this Hall of Fame. Triple H, just like Terry Funk bled every night in ECW, I’m going to make you bleed. You are going to bleed so badly that you will look like a monster. When you go home to Steph, that trashbag ho, she is going to get rid of you. Then, Vince is going to get angry and fire you. Triple H, you can’t beat me, I’m Chris Jericho! ”
Jericho walks a little further down the hallway, and stops at a glass dome. Inside of it is a shrine of Hulk Hogan merchandise like his bandana, boas, sunglasses, and tights.
Chris: “Wow. The Immortal Hulk Hogan! It’s people like him and Triple H who hold down the actual wrestlers. They hold back he wrestlers who are willing to job, and to put their bodies on the line every night and day that they come out to perform for the fans. Hulk Hogan never did it for the fans; he did it for the money. Hulk Hogan disrespected me in 2002, now I’m going to disrespect him in 2006, the year of Chris Jericho!
Jericho takes down one of the portraits of an inductee, and smashes it into Hogan’s shrine, shattering the glass. He picks up Hogan’s portrait, and throws it on the floor. Lifting his boot up, Chris then slams it down on the picture, snapping it in half.
Jericho: “You see Hogan? This is what I think of you! And Triple H, this is exactly what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to snap you right in half!”
Chris then looks at the remainder of the shrine, and shrugs at the camera. Turning his back to the camera, Jericho unzips his pants, and pisses on the rest of Hulk’s memorabilia. He shakes, making sure not to miss a spot on the gear, and finally tucks his anaconda away and zips his pants back up.
Jericho: “Whew! I really had to go there. Thank God there was a stall right in front of me. You see Triple H? This Saturday, I’m going to piss on your career! When we are done in that ring, your pro-wrestling career will be so nasty, so distasteful, these fans are going to spit you right out. Once they do, you’re going to have no-where to go, courtesy of Chris Jericho!”
Jericho takes one last look at the shrine, smiles, and starts walking down the hallway some more. An employee bumps into him, and Jericho shoves him into a wall. The worker starts to cry, and Chris begins to slap him around and calls him a “cry-baby”. Jericho begins to grow bored, and continues down the hall, looking at some of the accomplished legends. He stops, and moves his head around, looking at the portraits.
Jericho: “Joe Stretcher? Frank Gotch? Who the hell are they? Wow, this place has no true recognizable talent. That’s why when Chris Jericho is inducted, this place will be a tourist attraction to all.”
Jericho walks back to the lobby, and stops to laugh at the damage he did to Hogan’s area. As he reaches the lobby, the receptionist goes to talk to him, but Chris brushes her off. With a look of triumph on his face, Jericho pushes open the door, and leaves the building. He walks around the side of the building, and finds a set of steps around back. After getting his pants settled, Jericho sits himself comfortably down on the second step. The camera quickly shoots back to the receptionist.
Receptionist; "Oh my! How rude!"
The camera cuts back to the lucid Jericho sitting on the steps.
Jericho: “Triple H, I hope you learned a lesson here today. This Turmoil, I take you on, one on one. But we were screwed. Screwed by Vince McMahon and Randy Orton, a man who you call your dad and some blue-chipper punk! Our match was for the NHBWO Title, and we are the most deserving men on the roster. We may despise each other, and I don’t take my comments back from earlier, but we this one thing in common. Woah, I’m getting sidetracked and softhearted. On Turmoil Triple H, you are my enemy. I am going to do whatever it takes to defeat you; I’m pulling out all the stops. You’re just a roadblock on my path to the World Heavy Weight Championship! You know what I do to roadblocks in my way Triple H? I run them down! You’re no different; you just may be a bigger obstacle. But The Lion Heart always and I mean always pulls through. Once I knock you down, three other men stand in my path. Those men are Batista, Chris Masters, and Raven. An Animal, Masterpiece, and Bird stand in my path. Well, Chris Jericho is just going to knock them over. When I get to Orton, all this fury, all this rage in the Lionheart's well, heart, is going to pour out and overwhelm Randall. That is, if he makes it past Turmoil! Triple H, you may have the favor going into this Elimination Chamber match, but this Saturday, I will make sure that you don’t even make it to the Elimination Chamber! And that my friends is a fact. When I put him in the Walls of Jericho, his back is going to snap right in half, just like the plaque of Hogan. Come Night of Glory, I will win the World Title. No one believes in me, but I do, I DO! I may be the underdog, but I will become the top dog. And that is a promise. Chris Jericho never breaks his promises. The Lionheart always comes through....”
Jericho laughs, then suddenly stops. His colorful eyes turn into an icy-cold stare which digs straight into the fans souls. He spits out his gum, and hits it away in mid-flight. Jericho slowly rises to his feet, and continues his stare into the camera. He walks over to his beautiful car, sport jacket waving in the wind, and begins to open to door. Chris turns around, and uses his hands to represent a belt around his waist. He completely opens the door, and carelessly gets in the car. The car starts up, and backs out of the space, then speeds out of the parking lot, leaving the camera man stranded. It cuts back to the NHBWO arena, where many of the fans are shown in silence, remembering Jericho’s powerful and vivid words…
« Thread Started on Mar 2, 2006, 8:03pm »
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The camera switches from ringside to one that is in the parking lot of some building. A stylish sports car pulls into a space, and the door swings open. As the door swings open, a man in black sports jacket and some faded jeans steps out. The camera slowly pulls up to the man’s face, and reveals an expertly styled, blonde hair cut and faded sun glasses: Chris Jericho. He cockily takes off his sun glasses, and slips them into the top pocket on his jacket. Gazing around the city, Jericho sniffs the air and sighs as a smile appears on his face.
Jericho: “Ah, New York. Home of Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, but more importantly: the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame. This is a place that myself, along with every pro-wrestler in the world, aspire to reach. Once I retire from this business, I plan on receiving an invitation here. Why? Because I’m Chris Jericho dammit! And I’ll be damned if I don’t make it to the Hall of Fame. But, there are a couple things I need to do first.”
Jericho walks towards the front of the building and pushes in the doors. He walks into a modern lobby, with a receptionist waiting behind a desk.
Receptionist: “How are you today? And how may I help you?”
Jericho: “I’m fine. My name’s Chris Jericho; and I had an appointment here. I got my pass to walk around the building and to learn about the legends that paved the roads for myself and the other superstars.”
Receptionist: “Oh hello Mr. Jericho! Here’s your pass, and enjoy the visit.”
Jericho takes the pass, and continues down the hall way. While walking down the hallway, Chris stops and looks at the inductees in the Hall of Fame.
Jericho: “Ah! Terry Funk. What a legend in his day. When I was in ECW, Funk once told me that I’d never make it big, and become a jobber. Where am I now Funk? I was the first ever Undisputed Champion….. of the World! What were you Terry? A hardcore Legend, huh? That’s the only reason you are in this Hall of Fame, if you didn’t take so many barbwire chairs to the head, I doubt you’d be standing here. Terry, you are disgracing this honor that is the Hall of Fame. Once Chris Jericho retires, I guarantee that he will grace this Hall of Fame. Triple H, just like Terry Funk bled every night in ECW, I’m going to make you bleed. You are going to bleed so badly that you will look like a monster. When you go home to Steph, that trashbag ho, she is going to get rid of you. Then, Vince is going to get angry and fire you. Triple H, you can’t beat me, I’m Chris Jericho! ”
Jericho walks a little further down the hallway, and stops at a glass dome. Inside of it is a shrine of Hulk Hogan merchandise like his bandana, boas, sunglasses, and tights.
Chris: “Wow. The Immortal Hulk Hogan! It’s people like him and Triple H who hold down the actual wrestlers. They hold back he wrestlers who are willing to job, and to put their bodies on the line every night and day that they come out to perform for the fans. Hulk Hogan never did it for the fans; he did it for the money. Hulk Hogan disrespected me in 2002, now I’m going to disrespect him in 2006, the year of Chris Jericho!
Jericho takes down one of the portraits of an inductee, and smashes it into Hogan’s shrine, shattering the glass. He picks up Hogan’s portrait, and throws it on the floor. Lifting his boot up, Chris then slams it down on the picture, snapping it in half.
Jericho: “You see Hogan? This is what I think of you! And Triple H, this is exactly what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to snap you right in half!”
Chris then looks at the remainder of the shrine, and shrugs at the camera. Turning his back to the camera, Jericho unzips his pants, and pisses on the rest of Hulk’s memorabilia. He shakes, making sure not to miss a spot on the gear, and finally tucks his anaconda away and zips his pants back up.
Jericho: “Whew! I really had to go there. Thank God there was a stall right in front of me. You see Triple H? This Saturday, I’m going to piss on your career! When we are done in that ring, your pro-wrestling career will be so nasty, so distasteful, these fans are going to spit you right out. Once they do, you’re going to have no-where to go, courtesy of Chris Jericho!”
Jericho takes one last look at the shrine, smiles, and starts walking down the hallway some more. An employee bumps into him, and Jericho shoves him into a wall. The worker starts to cry, and Chris begins to slap him around and calls him a “cry-baby”. Jericho begins to grow bored, and continues down the hall, looking at some of the accomplished legends. He stops, and moves his head around, looking at the portraits.
Jericho: “Joe Stretcher? Frank Gotch? Who the hell are they? Wow, this place has no true recognizable talent. That’s why when Chris Jericho is inducted, this place will be a tourist attraction to all.”
Jericho walks back to the lobby, and stops to laugh at the damage he did to Hogan’s area. As he reaches the lobby, the receptionist goes to talk to him, but Chris brushes her off. With a look of triumph on his face, Jericho pushes open the door, and leaves the building. He walks around the side of the building, and finds a set of steps around back. After getting his pants settled, Jericho sits himself comfortably down on the second step. The camera quickly shoots back to the receptionist.
Receptionist; "Oh my! How rude!"
The camera cuts back to the lucid Jericho sitting on the steps.
Jericho: “Triple H, I hope you learned a lesson here today. This Turmoil, I take you on, one on one. But we were screwed. Screwed by Vince McMahon and Randy Orton, a man who you call your dad and some blue-chipper punk! Our match was for the NHBWO Title, and we are the most deserving men on the roster. We may despise each other, and I don’t take my comments back from earlier, but we this one thing in common. Woah, I’m getting sidetracked and softhearted. On Turmoil Triple H, you are my enemy. I am going to do whatever it takes to defeat you; I’m pulling out all the stops. You’re just a roadblock on my path to the World Heavy Weight Championship! You know what I do to roadblocks in my way Triple H? I run them down! You’re no different; you just may be a bigger obstacle. But The Lion Heart always and I mean always pulls through. Once I knock you down, three other men stand in my path. Those men are Batista, Chris Masters, and Raven. An Animal, Masterpiece, and Bird stand in my path. Well, Chris Jericho is just going to knock them over. When I get to Orton, all this fury, all this rage in the Lionheart's well, heart, is going to pour out and overwhelm Randall. That is, if he makes it past Turmoil! Triple H, you may have the favor going into this Elimination Chamber match, but this Saturday, I will make sure that you don’t even make it to the Elimination Chamber! And that my friends is a fact. When I put him in the Walls of Jericho, his back is going to snap right in half, just like the plaque of Hogan. Come Night of Glory, I will win the World Title. No one believes in me, but I do, I DO! I may be the underdog, but I will become the top dog. And that is a promise. Chris Jericho never breaks his promises. The Lionheart always comes through....”
Jericho laughs, then suddenly stops. His colorful eyes turn into an icy-cold stare which digs straight into the fans souls. He spits out his gum, and hits it away in mid-flight. Jericho slowly rises to his feet, and continues his stare into the camera. He walks over to his beautiful car, sport jacket waving in the wind, and begins to open to door. Chris turns around, and uses his hands to represent a belt around his waist. He completely opens the door, and carelessly gets in the car. The car starts up, and backs out of the space, then speeds out of the parking lot, leaving the camera man stranded. It cuts back to the NHBWO arena, where many of the fans are shown in silence, remembering Jericho’s powerful and vivid words…