<*>Chris Jericho<*>

(Rings bell on the desk.)Hey,ass monkey!! how about a little help over here. God,some people just dont have any respect for greatness. (Turns to an attractive woman standing next to him.) You'd think that people around here would have a little more respect for the King of the World,you know. So,how you doin??

[The woman standing next to Jericho sort of laughs at his last remark before turning and walking away,much to Jericho's dissapointment. The man behind the desk,wearing a blue suit and with a black goatee,lets out a small cough to tell Jericho that he's behind him. Y2J turns around as the conversation starts.]

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

About damned time. I've been standing here bored stiff for the past minute and need some service here.

>>Hotel Manager<<

(Rolling eyes) Yes sir,I'm terribly sorry about your wait. Now,I can help you if you'll just tell me if you have a reservation.

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

Damn right I have a reservation. Look under the name Chris Jericho. I tried to have them put King of the World,but the dumbasses probably couldn't spell it. I'd prefer a suite if you have one available. And if you don't have one,then just find some newlyweds you can throw out on their asses.

[The manager looks in the computer for a few minutes as Jericho looks around the lobby and checks out some of the women who quickly walk past him. He then turns back to the manager who is still looking.]

>>Hotel Manager<<

I'm sorry sir,but I cannot find a reservation for a "Chris Jericho" anywhere in my computers. There's a room reserved for a Mr. Chuck Jericho,but that's all I can see. And I'm afraid that we are all booked up.

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

What do you mean,Chuck Jericho?! How many people named Jericho check into this place?! No listen here ass clown. That room reserved for Chuck Jericho is mine. One of your dumb ass workers got the name wrong. Now I demand that you give me my suite right now!

>Hotel Manager<<

I'm sorry sir,but I can't do that. But,I can help you some. There's a Motel 6 right down the road from here and I'm sure they have a room available for you.

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

Motel 6? I am the King of the World and soon to be the first ever NWWA Extreme Heavyweight Champion. Now,dammit give me a room.

>>Hotel Manager<<

Sir,I told you already I cannot give you a room. Now,if you don't vacate this lobby I will be forced to call security.

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

Alright,alright. I'll leave peacefully. Not like anybody important stays in this hotel anyway.

[As soon as Jericho finishes his sentence,he picks up his bagand turns around. He starts walking with his head down and runs his shoulder right into the chest of "The Franchise" Jackson Dibiase,who is also carrying his bags into the hotel. Jericho and The Franchise both get into each other's faces.]

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

Is there a problem here,Franchise?

$$-The Franchise-$$

(Small laugh from The Franchise) No,we got no problem here Jericho. We got no problem at all.

[Both men break into a smile and a small laugh as Jericho walks past Dibiase and leaves the lobby. The scene then fades to a black.]

[The scene opens back up to show the inside of an arena where an NWWA house show has started to take place. At this time though,we are at the intermission. The fans are now starting to make their way back to their seats with their sodas,popcorn,t-shirts,and anything else they may have bought. As soon as most of the seats are filled,the crowd is forced to let out one big chorus of boos as the lights dim somewhat and the Countdown to Y2J appears on the giant screen at the top of the ramp.]

[The fans continue to boo as the count winds down from five to zero as the camera rests in Y2J's entrance video. The screen then goes black as the lights hanging high in the arena's rafters do the same,causing the arena to go completely dark. The lights burst back on as the pyrotechnics explode from the top of the screen and the entrance stage as "Break the Walls Down" starts to blare through the arena's loudspeakers.]

[The entrance curtain pulls back to a loud boo from the crowd as Chris Jericho steps out onto the stage putting his back to the fans and his arms up in the air. Jericho spins around and stops facing the entrance ramp and the fans as they continue to yell and scream at him. Y2J starts to make his way down the steel ramp to the ring as Lillian Garcia enters and starts to make the ring announcements.]

~{*}~Lillian Garcia~{*}~

Ladies and gentlemen,please welcome down to the ring,Y2J,Chris Jericho!!

[As Lillian puts down the microphone and exits the ring,Jericho walks up the steel ring steps and gets into the ring. He poses for his "adoring" fans as they continue to boo him and yell obscenities at him.]

[Jericho stops his posing long enough to walk to the corner of the ring and pick up Lillian Garcia's microphone. He taps on it a few times to see if it works,then motions for the production truck to cut his music. The lights return to their regular coloring and the music dies down as Jericho places the microphone to his mouth and begins to talk.]

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

Ladies and gentlemen,boys and girls,ass clowns ans Jerichoholics,let me be the first to say welcome to NWWA MONDAY NIGHT JERICHO!! That's right folks,allow me to welcome you to my show. The Chris Jericho Show. And on my show tonight,I have the priviledge of becoming the number one contender to the NWWA Extreme Heavyweight Title. Now,I know for all you Jericho trivia buffs out there that I said I wanted that NWWA Undisputed Title. But I guess The Rock lucked out,because I am currently focused on the Extreme Title. I see this belt as just another stepping stone to show how I am such a legendary figure. Not only was I the first Undisputed Champion in history,but on next week's Nitro I will also become the very first Extreme Champ in all of the NWWA's history,whether you jackasses like it or not.

ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

<*>Chris Jericho<*>

I really don't care what all of you collective ass clowns think of me,because I know that I am no @$#hole. I am the King of the World! And I'm also the next Extreme Champion. That brings me to my second subject. The man I'm going to have the displeasure of stepping into the ring against tonight is some jackoff named Mr. Showtime. Now,here's a question that I would really like answered. What in the holy hell is a "Mr. Showtime"?! I've come up with better names when I was sitting on the crapper for God's sakes. But I'm never one to underestimate someone,even when there's hardly anything to underestimate. Showtime,you and I have never been in the same ring together before,thank god,but I plan on teaching you a very important lesson when you try and take away my chance at becoming the Extreme Champion. Showtime,I don't even see this contest tonight as a match. I see it as just another dumbass that's going to be broken in half on my way to capturing the Extreme Title next week. Showtime,the truth is that I'm looking past you and straight at my match with either Dynamite Kid or The Prototype. And Showimte,after I defeat you right in the middle of this ring and go on to beat the holy living hell out of one of those other two asses next week,the word "Extreme" will never....EEEEEEEVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRR...be looked at the same again!

["Break the Walls Down" blares over the arena loudspeakers once again as Chris Jericho tosses the microphone down to the ring mat and exits the ring. He makes his way up the entrance ramp and backstage to the sound of booing fans as the scene fades to black.]

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