Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
The arena lights suddenly turn pitch black. Fans begin to scream in horror as the arena begins to flash in quick bursts of purple and silver. A technological countdown sounds throughout the NHBWO Circuit Arena, and the fans begin to scream out in boos. The screen shows a image of “Y2J” and Fozzy screams over the P.A. The heavy metal beat blares throughout the speakers and the fans stomachs begin to stir with the pounding drums. Chris Jericho flings the curtain open and comes striding out onto the stage. He turns his back to the ring and slowly rises his arms up. Once in that position, he starts to shake his arms, getting a power surge from the adrenaline of the fans, and pounding guitar beats of his music. He swings around, arms still outspread, and soaks in the boos from the NHBWO fans.
Jericho slowly drops his arms down and begins to mutter to himself about being King of the World. He starts to cockily strut down the entrance ramp that leads to the ring. On the way down, a couple of fans try and get a high five with Jericho, only to be brushed away and told to “step aside”. Chris slowly, yet surely steps up the ring steps then on to the apron. With one fell step, Jericho swings himself around on the apron, and cockily leans back on the ring ropes. He stays in his spot for a few seconds, then ducks under the top rope to enter the ring. The spotlight shines on Chris, who walks to the other side of the ring with his arms up in the air, showing his kingly pride to the fans. The music dies down, and Jericho demands a microphone from the ringside workers.
Jericho slowly drops his arms down and begins to mutter to himself about being King of the World. He starts to cockily strut down the entrance ramp that leads to the ring. On the way down, a couple of fans try and get a high five with Jericho, only to be brushed away and told to “step aside”. Chris slowly, yet surely steps up the ring steps then on to the apron. With one fell step, Jericho swings himself around on the apron, and cockily leans back on the ring ropes. He stays in his spot for a few seconds, then ducks under the top rope to enter the ring. The spotlight shines on Chris, who walks to the other side of the ring with his arms up in the air, showing his kingly pride to the fans. The music dies down, and Jericho demands a microphone from the ringside workers.
Jericho: “Hello NHBWO fans! And welcome to the first ever single man Highlite reel! Tonight I interview myself on what I feel about Ryan Beyer, Triple H, and Batista! It’s going to be special, no doubt about it. Enough with the pleasantries, and lets get it started! First, I have to go get some props, give me a minute.”
Jericho slides under the bottom rope and begins searching under the apron. He pulls out a guitar, a sledgehammer, and an ant. Chris stands back up and tosses the guitar and sledgehammer in the ring, but fondles the ant carefully. Jericho slides into the ring, and picks the microphone back up.
Jericho: “I’ll get started with this little guy. This, assclowns, is an ant. It crawls around, doing no harm to you. He represents Batista, the man on the team that poses no threat to Chris Jericho. I manipulated Batista into the “Animal” that he is today, and I god damn will destroy him into the puny assclown that he is!”
Jericho, with one motion, uses his thumb to squish the poor creature into a mere mess of guts and blood. Chris then goes over to the turnbuckle where he wipes of the remains of the ant onto the pad.
Jericho: “And just like that, the Animal is gone. They don’t cal me the Lion Tamer for nothing Batista. On Turmoil, you are the ant. And just like I did here tonight, I’m going to squish you into nothing more than a puddle of your insides. You said I was just another sacrifice? Well I call you just another Animal that I’m going to tame!”
Jericho picks up the guitar.
Jericho: “Do you guys know what this is? This is Ryan Beyer’s guitar. Yes, I managed to steal the hideous thing just for this demonstration, but I don’t know what he’ll need it for after this. This represents Beyer. It’s hard, but is easy to break. The strings can be plucked elegantly, but snap easily. You can turn the knobs to sound your music, but somehow, you can never get it right. This is my advantage over you Ryan. I know how to break you, how to snap you. And I’m going to demonstrate. You called my destruction of the Hall of Fame bad? Watch this.”
Jericho carelessly drops the guitar on the floor, and slides out under the ring. He picks up a pair of scissors, and slides back in. Using the scissors, Jericho one by one cuts the strings in half. Chris slides the pair of scissors out of the ring, and grabs the sledgehammer. Lifting it over his head, Chris then drops it fiercely down upon the guitar. On impacts, it shatters the musical instrument into hundreds of pieces. Chris drops the hammer, and raises the microphone up to talk again.
Jericho: “Beyer, I just destroyed your heart, your soul. That guitar represents you tonight and at the Elimination Chamber. You might be the World Champion, but not for long. The rightful reign of Chris Jericho will begin at Night of Glory. I am going to make sure that Ryan Beyer does not walk out of Turmoil. I will make sure his spine is snapped, broken into peices. Ryan, just hand me that world heaveyweight championship you emo son of a bitch, because it's coming straight to me. Hey, I'm just trying to save you the humiliation. And finally, my bitch, Triple H; what’s it now, two and zero? That’s right, I have beaten you two times, and have lost to you zero times. Everyone says that Triple H is the best, and will beat me, but will never happen. It never will. You know why? It’s because I am better than you, and you know that. There is something inside of you, inside of me, something that does not allow you to pin me, but for me to pin you. You damn well be the Game, but I am the King of the World you stupid son of a b*tch! I am the first ever undisputed champion in the history of wrestling? I didn’t have to screw the boss’s daughter to win my world championship, I earned it. You say it was destiny that I beat you twice? I say it was my god damn skill! Triple H, you make excuses, but I tell the truth. Whether you like it or not, I keep my promises. And this is my promise to you Triple H: I am going to beat you for the third time tonight. You cannot avoid it, it’s going to happen.”
Jericho picks up the sledgehammer and begins to shake it at the camera
Jericho: “Just like this (Jericho snaps the hammer over his knee) you will be broken and defeated. There is no denying the fact that my team will walk out victorious. But let me get this straight, I am the leader of our team. You all may laugh at our team, but once the match is over, you will not be laughing. You will be staring at the next World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Jericho have his arm raised by the referee in victory. Raven, Orton, get this straight: you do not make the pin, I do. If we lose, you will be dealing with one angry son of a B*tch. I have all the momentum in the world going into the Elimination Chamber, and if I lose it because of you two assclowns, there will be hell to pay in that ring. Triple H, Ryan Beyer, Batista, you stupid assclowns, tonight, you’re finished. These fans doubt me no longer. Chris Jericho never breaks his promise.”
Chris drops the mic onto the ring mat and holds his stance, glaring into the camera. He drops to the ground, and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Landing feet first on the black safety mats, Jericho begins to stride up the ramp, brushing off some obnoxious fans in the action. Chris reaches the entrance curtain, and throws his hands into the air, with the NHBWO going to a commercial break.