]||[The camera opens up inside an ESE arena. The fans are all ready for some action packed wrestling. They eat whatever they bought at the concession stands. They look at their programs and look at the different matches. They wear their ESE t-shirts. They hold up their signs. And before they even know it, the lights turn out, and on the ESE-Tron, your spiraling down a tube. They immediately recognize this, but don't have enough time to respond when suddenly a blast of pyro is seen, and "BREAK THE WALLS DOOOOOOOWN!!" is heard. The fans all go bonkers, as Jericho is seen standing with his back to the fans, with his arms straight out. He quickly turns around, and looks at the fans, as he just stands there. He quickly jerks his head to the left, takes a step and looks to the right. The fans continue to cheer, as he smirks, and walks down the ring. He reaches the ring and uses the steps to climb up to the apron. He takes one leg and steps in but then jerks his head to look at the fans. They all go insane again, as he smirks and climbs into the ring. He paces it a little before getting a microphone from the ring announcer. He looks around the cheering fans, as he scratches his head. He slowly lifts the mic to his lips.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]In 3 days, all of you fans get to see a champion crowned. In a one night tournament, you get see Bret Hart face Triple H! Vampiro face The Rock. Kurt Angle face Kevin Nash. And of course, your's truely, will kick the living HELL, out of Frick Lesnar! That's right, your Living Legend, Larger than Life, CHRIS..JERICHOOOO, will make sure to make Frick cry. Make Frick whine. And most importantly, make Frick run scared, right out of ESE! Obviously, he must not know who I am, or he would have already done it! He would have told Vince or Shane, or whoever he wants to have sex with nowadays, that he's too scared. That he's too afraid. Because that's EXACTLY, what he should be! He should be scared out of his mind. Sure, he's big. He's got a manager on his side. Good for him. But that still doesn't make him better then me. He will always be just "the next big thing". He'll never be THEE, big thing. Because the fact is, IIII am the big thing. And I will ALWAYS, be the big thing. Hell, I'll be just like Hulk Hogan. 30 years from now, when I'm crippled and in a wheel chair, I'll still haul my wrinkly ass down to this ring. I'll still be yelling "WHATCYA GONNA DO, WHEN Y2J, RUNS WILD ON YOU?!" I'll still hear "Real American" ringing throughout the arena. And you'll still hear all the Jerichoholics chanting, yelling..Y2J! Y2J! Y2J!

]||[As if on cue, the fans join in with Jericho and all begin chanting along with him. "Y2J! Y2J!" they chant, as Jericho just stands in the middle of the ring, smiling at the fans. He paces around the ring a little bit, as the fans stop chanting, but continue to cheer wildly.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]Frick, I don't have a whole lot to say about you, because well...you suck. You suck so much, you have Paul Heyman do everything for you. He talks for you. He eats for you. He breathes for you. Hell, he even takes shits for you! But one thing he won't be able to do, is wrestle for you. He won't be able to save your ass from me kicking it from Arizona, all the way to East Jabip! And that's exactly what is gonna happen. Who'll stop me? You. HAHA. I'd like to see you try and do that Frick. Because the way I see it, nobody can stop me. I don't care if your 5'2", 150 pounds, or 10'0", 1,000 pounds! I'll still kick your ass inside out junior! Oh no Frick, I just disrespect you didn't I? I just hurt your little feelings. Boo hoo! I made little Frick cry! And awww, how sweet? He's got Paul Heyman to come save the day. Well Paul, I admire your guts. I admire how you like to stake claim to my career. I would expect as much from you. I mean, when your as good, and as spectacular as the Living Legend, everybody wants to be known as THEE ONE. The very person that made Chris Jericho what he is. Well hate to break it to you jerky, Chris Jericho made HIMSELF! You didn't make me. Vince Russo didn't make me. Vince McMahon didn't make me. Chris JERICHOOO made him who he is! I was the one who busted my ass! Did you bust my ass for me? Did you pour pints, and pints of blood for me? Did you sweat gallons? Did you cry a river? No, you didn't. So quite frankly Paul, you can shut your face, before I shove my foot in it! And that's exactly what I'll do! Hell, if you don't believe me, why don't you go ask Bret Hart what I mean!

]||[The fans go quiet, not knowing what Jericho means. He just smirks, knowing something we don't know.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]That's right. Earlier today, Chris Jericho paid a little visit to the Hart Dungeon. I figured that Bret would be there, training as hard as he could. Training for his career! And when I got there, I found Bret. And unfortuantely for him, I wasn't in the best of moods. So as The Rock says...I shined my shoe up real nice, AND KICKED HIS TEETH RIGHT DOWN HIS THROAT! It just so happens that I brought a ESE camera crew with me and got the entire thing on tape. Roll that beautiful bean footage Jay!

]||[Suddenly, on the ESE-Tron, a picture of what looks to be Chris Jericho. But obviously he is dressed up like Bret Hart. He wears a blag wig, but it's horribly tangled. His eyes are open real wide in surprise, and is wearing a balerina outfit. To top it all off, he has a big old shoe in his mouth. When the fans see this, they all begin to laugh and cheer. Jericho just stands in the middle of the ring, smirking.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]You can bet your ass that Bret was more then a little surprised to see me show up and beat the living hell out of him. Like him, I learned how to attack when not expecting it. The only difference is, I didn't attack him from behind. No, I have more style then that. I had enough balls to wait for him to open his door, and kick him square in the NUTS! HAHA.

]||[The fans laugh again, as Jericho paces around some more. He looks out to the crowd to see them cheering. He then looks down at the mat, and paces some more.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]Bret, I admire you. I admire you for being Canadian. I admire you for being in this business. But junior, that's all I admire you for! You think this Living Legend, should recognize you as the best wrestler of today? HAHA, that's a good one Bret. I thought you were almost serious. Because everybody knows that I'm the best. These fans know it...Shane McMahon, Russo...they know it. Hell, GOD HIMSELF KNOWS, that I'm Crowned Jewel. And being the Crowned Jewel, means I'm the greatest! But hey, it's not like I can't back it up Hart. I mean look at my resume. Look at everything I've done. Bret, I've done more then you. I've gotten more accomplishments. Were you the one that stood on top of BOTH WWE and WCW? No Bret, but I was! Did you win every title there is to win in WWE? No, you fell short on that one. Hell Bret, last I checked you couldn't even play ball with your kid, in fear of being an absolute FAILURE, and possibly knock yourself in the head! It was common knowledge that your head had more screws knocked loose then your ho-bag wife! But hey, I guess you visited a lot of Medicine Doctors to fix it, because your back. But in bad timing assclown. See, you came back right when I was about to stand on top of the World for the second time in my life! I've already proven myself to be one of the best WWE, WCW, and ECW has ever laid eyes on. And now I'll just make it known again when I win the Elite Championship. I'll stand alone, on top of that mountain of crumbled failures like yourself, and hold that title high. And yeah Bret, that's a threat, AND a promise. Something I can back up.

I know of a little..threat you put out yourself. I guess it was two days ago, when you came down to that ring, and started going off about how you wanted me to come down to that ring, and beat the piss out of you. Well junior, it's not hard to demand someone to come down to that ring...when he's not even in the building! While you were trying to decend those testicles of yours, acting like you were something your not...I was at home watching you make a total ASS out of yourself. I was at home, closing my eyes in embarrassment. No, not because I was afraid of kicking your ass. But because I knew, that you knew damn well I wasn't in the building. You KNEW I wasn't there. So I guess you figured, "hey, I'm the best there ever was...I'll talk shit to a guy that isn't even there to defend himself. And while I'm at it, I'll stick my thumb up myself and fuck myself, because everyone knows he's not there!" That's a real good thought Bret. Only YOU would conceive of something so stupid. But hey, no worries. The way I see it, on Mayhem Y2J is gonna give you an asskicking you'll never, eeeeever forget. I'm not afraid to admit Bret, you are one of the better wrestlers. But the fact is, your NOTHING compared to the Living Legend! As far as I'm concerned, compared to me, you absolutely, positively SUCK! Again, don't worry about it Bret. When I get that title around my waist, I'll be sure to send you a post-card from Dinsey World. I'll be sure to get you an autograph from Mickey Mouse. Hell, maybe I'll ask Snow White if she will let you be her stunt double.

]||[The fans laugh and cheer as Jericho stops in the middle of the ring. He begins again.]||[

[[Chris Jericho]]Frick, Saturday is the day. Saturday is the day when I walk down to that ring, and I give you a millenium beating, that you'll never forget! No longer will you be the next big thing. No, you'll be the big thing, that got his ass handed to him by none other then YYY..2222...JJJ! In the end though Frick, it won't be so bad! I'll be nice enough to let you get a wiff of the genuine leather on my belt. I'll let you feel the gold. But that's as close as you'll ever get you oversized fungus! Because you suck! Your size will be the only thing that'll save you from me absolutely decapitating your ugly head! So all in all Frick...get ready for a match that I'm sure you'll never, eeeevveerrr, forget, agane. Not as long as the Living Legend is in it. Because babay...I AM Y! 2! J!!

]||[Jericho's music busts out on the speakers again, as the fans all begin to go nuts. Jericho drops the mic, as he slowly exits the ring. He begins walking up the aisle, the fans still cheering him. He exits into the back, as the camera slowly fades with the fans still cheering.]||[