]||[The scene opens up inside a hotel. The hotel is extravagent, with lots of gold and shiny things. People are walking to-and-fro. People are wakling to their rooms, and fro to their cars, about to leave. People carry their luggage, and some people are just standing around talking. Normal hotel happenings going on. Suddenly however, the camera starts to focus on one man. This man is a tall caucasian man. His eyes are sunken in, and look tired. His hair is long, and dirty and greasy. And his skin is rough, and kinda scarred. Clad in a red t-shirt, brown pants, and a black trenchcoat, that is closed over. He kinda looks like he dressed in the dark. But his size is what makes him the most fearsome looking. Standing at about 10'6", he doesn't look to be a man you want to mess with. He slowly walks up to the counter of the hotel, and reaches into his pocket. He places down a few large bills, maybe a few hundreds or fifty's. But nonetheless, the money is on the counter. But the woman just stands there, not paying attention to the man, with her back turned and chewing bubble gum.]||[

[[Man]]Exuse me...

]||[The woman slowly turns around to see the man, and looks at him. She obviously was caught off guard by his size. She just looks at thim, her mouth wide open. Suddenly, the man spits RIGHT into her mouth! What the hell was that for?!]||[

[[Woman]]WHAT THE HELL?!!*spit spit* WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!!

[[Man]]Maybe you'll learn not to stare at someone like that.

[[Woman]]That's no reason to spit in my mouth!!

[[Man]]Sure it was. Just like it's a reason for you to take my money, and give me a room.

[[Woman]]*looks at money* I'm only going to give you a room, because you have a lot of money.

]||[The woman eyes the man evily for a few moments, before going under the counter, and pulling out a key. She hands the man the key forcefully, than shoves his hand away. The man just chuckles, as he slowly walks up to an elevator. He presses the button, as the door slowly opens. He steps into the elevator, as it closes. The camera slowly than fades, and unfades on the next floor, where the man is just getting of the elevator. Right as he steps off, the man unbuttons the trenchcoat and...it's two men? What the? One man on top jumps down, and it's Chris Jericho! The man on the bottom is Joey Styles. Styles suddenly collapses, as Jericho just dusts himself off.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]Ha, that was fun. We gotta try that again sometime Styles.

[[Joey Styles]]Uuugggghhhh...

[[Chris Jericho]]Oh c'mon Joey! You can't be that tired! We've only been walking for what...a half an hour? I'm not tired, why would you be? I mean look at you Joey! Your a man of steel!

[[Joey Styles]]*stands up* Right. If we do this again, your on the bottom.

[[Chris Jericho]]HAHA! Good try jerky. But everyone knows, that the wrestlers are the most valuable thing to the company. And by carrying you, I could easily injure my neck, or my back. Sorry Joey...your my new personal BITCH! HAHAHA!

[[Joey Styles]]*sarcastically*That sounds like fun. Can I be your manwhore too?

[[Chris Jericho]]EW JOEY!! What the hell's wrong with you?! I mean, I always kinda KNEW you were a little...different. I mean what kind of "normal" man would a good announcer be? But THIS kinda different?

[[Joey Styles]]Shut up Chris. Let's get this interview over with.

[[Chris Jericho]]I don't shut up Joey...I AM YYY...222...JJJJ!

]||[Joey snatches the key from Chris, as he rolls his eye. Jericho is left there flexing his arms, and talking to them. Whispering sweet nothings into their...veins. Cause they don't have ears. Right anyway. Joey finds the door, and yells down to Jericho to hurry up. Jericho finally gets out of his little "I love myself" trance, and jogs to the door. Right before it closes and locks him out, Jericho catches the door and goes in. The room is pretty big. There's two, two people beds. Each has a night stand next to it. There's a big screen TV, with a leather couch. It's a semi-suite. It's not a luxury suite, but it's not a regular room either. Jericho runs and jumps and lands on the bed. Joey Styles tries the same but before he can get to the bed, Jericho trips him. Joey falls face first on the carpet, and you hear a big thud.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]HAHAHAHA! I'm sorry Joey, I didn't mean it jerky.

[[Joey Styles]]Sure you are. Let's get this fucking thing started.

[[Chris Jericho]]What's wrong with you Joey? Having a bad day? How bout you let Y2J make your day better, by giving you a career boost! Right here! Right now! The Living Legend!...wrestling's Crowned Jewel!... will give you an interview! And Joey...when you become famous because of the "infamous jericho interview", I want my share...50%.

[[Joey Styles]]Whatever. My first question is this Chris. In the first few weeks of ESE's opening, everyone's been expecting big things out of you. Shane McMahon, Vince Russo, and Shawn Micheals alike. Do you feel you can live up to these expectations?

[[Chris Jericho]]What do you think Joey? Do I look like Steve Austin? Do I have a bald head, and a can of beer in my hand? Or how about, I look like Kurt Angle? Do you see me with gold medals, and a glass of milk? Or haha, better yet Joey. Do you see me rolling the eyes into the back of my head, and chanting jibberish about the underworld? No. See, I'm Chris Jericho! And if people have expectations of me, I'll live up to them! But only Joey Styles...if I want to. You see Joey, I'm not a puppet, in the corparate show. I don't get my strings pulled by some suit. I do everything on my OWN terms. There's a reason, why everyone calls me the Living Legend! Because like the name says, I'm alive, and I'm a legend. It's simple as that Joey.

[[Joey Styles]]So by them saying, their expectations of you are being World Champ...can you live up to that?

[[Chris Jericho]]Of course I can Joey! Who's going to stop me? Triple H? Bret Hart? THE ROCK?! No, because Joey, I'm Y2J babay! And there isn't anyone that can stop me! I've beaten every single man or woman in ESE at one point in time. Well, except for Torrie Wilson, because...haha, she beat me! Oh, and Brock Lesnar. But I can tell you this. If that ugly, smelly, good-for-nothing, ASSCLOWN...wants to face me, I'll up for it. Anyway, not to get off subject here Joey, I will win that World Title. If my name isn't Chris JERICHOOO!

[[Joey Styles]]Speaking of Bret Hart, you have a match with him this Saturday. Bret Hart of course, is a very good wrestler. Do you think you can take him?

[[Chris Jericho]]Do I THINK, I can take him? Junior, I KNOW, I can take him. Joey, Bret Hart went out of the business awhile ago, because of one reason. His "boooody" couldn't take it anymore. So now, this jerky decides to come back. Well, well, well. What a good time to come back BRET. Because now not only do you have to deal with Americans this time around...you have to deal with one angry Canadian! THIS Canadian! You go on, and on, and on about how Canada is better...how Canadian wrestlers are better. That's somewhat true Bret, but you see, your only speaking for other Canadian wrestlers. Because the way I see it, you suck! You may be Canadian, and I may have trained in your fathers Dungeon, but you never did...you don't...and you never will compare to me. As much as I hate to say this, there are some people like Triple H, The Rock, and Steve Austin that have beaten me. MAYBE, they'll be able to do it again. But you Bret, you'll never be as good as me. So if I beat you buck-o, you might as well consider your ass out of the business! Because babay! I'm Y-2-J! And what I say, goes. And I say, you Bret "The Hitman" Hart, can go to hell!....junior.

[[Joey Styles]]That's a bold statement, saying you can beat "the best there was, is, and--

[[Chris Jericho]]No Joey, it's not a bold statement. See junior, I AM the best. No matter how you look at it, I'm the best this business has to offer. Tell me this...right now, who can beat me?

[[Joey Styles]]Well, the-

[[Chris Jericho]]NO ONE CAN JOEY! Baby, I'm Chris Jericho! I said this 100 times before. No one...and the I mean noooooo one..can beat me. I don't care, if your the game. I don't care, if your the people's champion. I don't care, if you like to wear PINK!..I AM...the best. I would like to see any single one of those grade A, piles of shit, take on the Living Legend, and walk out without a piece of them being left behind. Hell, I'd like to see them even leave on their own two feet! If you remember Joey, it was I that injured Triple H. It was my wrestling skill, that knocked him out for god knows how long. Sure, the assclown STOLE the Undisputed title from my waist. I mean, I hold the title for two months, and that Jerky comes back, gets his shot at my title...and takes it from me. Well this time Joey, I don't see that happening. See this time, I invested in a little insurance policy.

[[Joey Styles]]Insurance policy?

[[Chris Jericho]]Did I happen to stutter?

[[Joey Styles]]What is this insurance policy?

[[Chris Jericho]]Don't worry about it Joey. Like I said, it's only an insurance policy. It's only there, just in case something bad happens. It won't take affect, until I feel that I'm getting screwed.

[[Joey Styles]]How might you get screwed?

[[Chris Jericho]]Tell me..what kind of question is THAT? Look at all the times I got screwed Joey. Plenty of times by losing matches, because some jerky decides to attack me mid match! One time, when I won the World Title, and I got it RIPPED from me, because the person I won it from was a little stingy about being the worst wrestler to step into a WWE ring. I could think of a million different situations, that something could prevent me from getting what I want, and getting screwed. Especially with all these power hungry suits running around Joey. I mean, who KNOWS who'll be the first to want to make sure Jericho doesn't get what he wants.

[[Joey Styles]]Speaking of that, are you gonna take sides in this little battle of egos?

[[Chris Jericho]]Battle of egos? Joey, that's a HUGE understatment! That understatement is bigger than HHH's shnoz! It isn't just a battle of ego's, but a war. And with wars Joey, there are casulaties. And I think my little HUNCH, tells me that I'm gonna have to eventually choose a side. That, or I'm going to be forced on one side.As the company's most valuable player Joey, I'm gonna be wanted. I'm gonna be called upon to do things for the owner, because that owner wants power! That owner wants to have ESE all to himself! And there's only one way to have all the power, and that's by having the man everybody wants to be World Champ...the man everybody wants to lead the roster on their side. Well I'll say this Joey...Chris JERICHOOOO, is on his own side baby. There's no jerky this side of the world, that could get me to join with them!

[[Joey Styles]]Ok, so I guess..comment about Bret now. He's the last subject for today.

[[Chris Jericho]]Joey, I've said everything I'll ever need to say about Bret Hart. I'm the best wrestler this business has to offer, and Bret is just a little ROCK, that is in my way. But like all little, tiny rocks, they can easily be kicked out of the way. Or in this case...they could easily be put in the most FEARED submission hold eeeever....the Walls of Jericho. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll hit him with my Lion-Sault, that's pinned dozens upon dozens of other jackasses, for the 1, 2, 3. Bret Hart, get ready for the beating of your life! Get ready, for a beating from the Living Legend! Get ready, for the Ayatolah, of Rock n' Rolla, Y2J babay! Bret, get ready for something, you will never...EEEEVVVEEERRRRR...forget agane...

]||[Chris Jericho breathes heavily while looking into the camera, as the camera slowly fades out.]||[