]||[The camera opens up backstage. Standing right in front of us, is none other then Chris Jericho and Micheal Cole. When the fans see that Jericho is standing them, they erupt into a chorus of cheers, almost bowing down to Jericho. Behind the two of them, is a big ESE sign. As Jericho stands there in a "Larger Than Life" t-shirt, and his wrestling tights, he looks at the ground. On of his hands come up to his chin, and scratches a goatee he's been sporting. He doesn't look too happy, and actually quite mad. Micheal Cole however, looks ready to do this interview. He straigtens out his blue "ESE" t-shirt, flattens his hair, and looks at Jericho. He begins the interview.]||[

[[Micheal Cole]]Chris Jericho, on Saturday Mayhem, you got a free win over Bret Hart. However, later on, Bret Hart joined with Vince Russo without your knowledge. Without anyone's knowledge for that matter. And he threw you right through a table. How do you feel about this?

[[Chris Jericho]]How do you THINK I feel Mitchell? My ribs hurt. My head hurts. My entire body is in pain right now. How do you think I feel? I feel shitty Mitchell. All because Bret Hart had to show his dominance over me. All because he had something to prove to his butt-buddy Vince Russo. But you know something, there isn't anything to prove at all. What's there to prove? *sarcastically* Oh, I can attack someone from behind! I can beat them when they're not looking! I can touch myself when I'm all alone! Good for you Bret. But you see, you weren't even man enough to face me one on one. So the only thing you proved, is your a BITCH. That's right Bret, you're too much of a coward to come face me one on one. I couldn't blame you though Bret. I mean, if I knew I myself was going up against only the best wrestler the world has ever seen...well, I'd be scared too. I probably wouldn't be able to help but get a little scared. But see, coincidently, I'm the best wrestler. Which means that YOU will be the one scared. You'll be the one that'll say to himself, "Oh no! I have to face Chris Jericho! The Living Legend! What am I suppose to do?" You want to know what to do Bret? I'll tell you. You can make sure you come prepared. Because if I step into the ring with you, you can guarentee yourself Y2J will tear you apart jerky! I'll do everything in my power, to make sure you walk out of that ring with your head hung! And with a little wet spot around your crotch!

[[Micheal Cole]]Does that mean what I think it means?

[[Chris Jericho]]It means EXACTLY what you think it means junior. It means that Bret Hart, the "best" will walk out of the ring, after pissing himself from fright!

[[Micheal Cole]]Fright from what?

[[Chris Jericho]]What do you think Mitchell? He'll be scared of the boogie man!

[[Micheal Cole]]Oh o-

[[Chris Jericho]]I was kidding! Geez, you ESE people don't know how to take a joke. He'll be scared of me! Hell, he's probably pissing himself right now, knowing that I'm right here. Knowing that I'm out here, somewhere, wanting to kick that guys ass! See, I wouldn't have even had a problem with him if he didn't attack me. I wouldn't even think about him twice. But no, he had to go and do something, that not very many people had the cahonas to do! The grapefruits! But Bret Hart sure did, didn't he? He had the grapefruits. He had big, giant grapefruits didn't he?

[[Micheal Cole]]He sur-

[[Chris Jericho]]No, no, no! He didn't you assclown! Bret Hart has the least amount of grapefruits! He attacked me from behind! And Vince Russo admired him for it! Well how about this little..altemadem Mitchell. I'll give Bret Hart till Friday to say he's sorry to Y2J, or I'm going to make him wish he never wore his pink tights! I'll make sure he never stepped foot onto ESE turf! He'll say sorry for attacking me...he'll say sorry for joining Vince Russo...he'll say sorry, for joining ESE, and then he'll get the hell out! He'll tuck his tail between his legs, and run back to "World Wrestling Allstars", where he can go get Jeff Jarrett to screw him up the ass!

]||[After Chris Jericho says this, Micheal Cole pauses. Something seems to be wrong, as he just sits there, his face turning red a little bit. Chris Jericho, who still looks at the ground, doesn't notice it at first. But after a long pause, Jericho looks up, and looks surprised to see that Micheal Cole's face is red.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]What the hell is wrong junior? You fart or something?

[[Micheal Cole]]Well, you said Jeff Jarrett could go get Jeff Jarrett up the ass.

[[Chris Jericho]]What the hell is your point?

[[Micheal Cole]]I'm not sure if you're allowed to say it on TV.

[[Chris Jericho]]I don't care Mitchell. Do you think I care? No, I don't. Who's gonna stop me from saying ass, dick, cock, fuck, shit, pussy, tit-

[[Micheal Cole]]Ok! I get the point! But the ESE staff could stop you.

[[Chris Jericho]]You think Shane, Vince, or Shawn could stop me from saying whatever I want? What will they do if I don't stop Mitchell? Yell at me? Ground me? HAHA. See, there isn't anything, anybody can do. I'm the Crowned Jewel of this company. You hear those fans cheering when people walk out from the back? You hear all those people yelling and going crazy, when they hear me call people like...oh...Frick Lesnar an ugly, repulsive, disgusting, bottom-feeding, trash bag HO?! Hear them Cole? That's the people that want Chris Jericho in ESE. That's the people, that want Chris Jericho to tell Vince Russo to please...SHUT, THE HELL, UP!!

]||[The crowd goes nuts, as Jericho just smirks. He scratches his goatee again, as Micheal Cole smiles a bit, then continues.]||[

[[Micheal Cole]]Well, on Saturday, your first match of the tournament you have to face Brock Lesnar. What are your feelings on going against Brock Lesnar, he decimated Stone Cold, and who could possibly be the "next big thing"?

[[Chris Jericho]]HAHA. You think I have feelings on good ole' Frick Lesnar? Well quite frankly, I don't. You see, I have no reasons to worry about that 300 pound oaf. Sure, he's put some people out of commission. He beat up Austin, and sent him to the hospital. Good for you Frick! You should be applauded you assclown! But beating up Austin isn't that big of an accomplishment. A man of your size, your stature..I'm not surprised you sent such a puny man through a car windshield. Yet Frick, you didn't do that to a real man. You didn't try to somebody who might actually fight back. While Austin is running his mouth, he's not paying attention to you. And you attack him. But, he doesn't even fight back. Why is that Frick? Is it because your mean? Is it because your big? Is it because your uglier then a baboon's ASS?! No Frick, it's because Austin sucks! And to be frank with you, if you tried to pull that on me jerky, I'd rip you a new asshole! Sure, you may be thinking Bret Hart beat me up..why didn't I rip him a new asshole? Well you see, the answer to that is because Bret didn't just do it on his own. Sure, the camera only showed Bret Hart. But there was someone else. And it was none other then the biggest asshole since William Regal, Vince Russo!

But not to get off subject here, I still wanna talk about the "Next Big Thing", Frick Lesnar. You think your so big Lesnar? I guess you would be big, after all you've done in College. After all you've done in the Olympics. Oh wait, that's right Frick. You made it to the olympics, and all those assclowns tored your ass up! Nevermind the fact that your ten times bigger! Nevermind the fact that your "the next big thing". Well Frick, just like what happened in the Olympics, the Ayatolah, of Rock N' Rolah, CHRIS..JERICHOOOO!..will gladly pin you for the one 1, 2, 3. However I choose to do it..slowly, quickly. Or maybe painfully, or just put you out or your misery. I'll decide later. But for now, FRICK..just be ready for the asskicking of the universe! Everyone from Mars to Jupiter, to Corrasant and Tatooine will know that "the next big thing" got beat, by LARGER THAN LIFE..CHRIS! JERICHOOOOOO! This beating, will make so you can't walk. This beating, will make it so you can't speak! Not that you ever could. You always have "Paul Hey man, could you have sex with me?" do the speaking for ya! He basically made you his personal BITCH, didn't he Frick? HAHA. Just look at you two. Always walking around together, holding hands. Paul Heyman always having to put his around around your waist while your in your underwear when you see guys! He doesn't want you to go and rape them. No, he wants Frick alll to himself! Well, hate to break it to ya junior, but I don't swing that way. I swing STRAIGHT for the fences. And in those fences, are goodlooking, clean women. I don't swing curve balls, that land in the hairy, dirty, smelly, old man section, that Paul Heyman sits in!

But hey, your little thing guys..it's ok by me. I'm a man that believes in freedom of expression..freedom choosing what guy you want to have sex with. And I'm also a believer, in having the ability to completely OBLITERATE, any man that steps in your way, to becoming the ELITE Champion! Which means you can either olbiterate me Frick. Or I'll obliterate you. And let's look at the scales. Your a ugly, oafy, gay man, that has no in-ring experience at all...and can't even speak. I, am a veteran, I'm the first ever WWE, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!..I've been European Champ, Tag Team Champ, Hardcore Champ, Intercontiental Champ...and that's just WWE. WCW and ECW..I've conquered them too. Which way is the scale tipping now, FRICK? I'll tell you..it's tipping in the Living Legend's favor. So Frick, I hope you bring your pantyho's, and your husban Paul Heyman, because you'll need everything you have to make sure you'll walk out the ring the same. Other wise...you'll never.. never... EEEEVVVEERRRR..be the same, AGANE!

]||[With that, Chris Jericho pushes the mic out of his face, and walks off. Micheal Cole looks after him, looking surprised, yet with a little smirk on his face. The camera then fades out, as Micheal Cole walks away.]||[