:::... King Of The World - Chris Jericho ...:::

Scene: Real Action Wrestling returns form the commercial break and the buzz a buzz of excitement is tangible around the arena. As the noise begins to quiten a little to camera cuts to the parking lot where a black car is seen approaching the arena. The fans mrmer amongst themselves as they wonder which of there favourite superstars will be stepping out of it. The door opens, and out of it steps... none other... than the returning... Y2J Chris Jericho. The RAW fans go wild as Jericho stands and looks around the arena with an heir of arrogant brilliance. He removes his bag from the trunk of the car, and throws them on the driver.

'King Of The World' Chris Jericho: Take them to the Kings locker room, Junior.

[ The driver scurries away to avoid anymore abuse. Jericho stands and strokes his chin as if thinking about his next move. He takes one last look around with a cheeky smirk on his face, and proceeds further into the arena, and off out of sight. The fans explode once more as they assume he will be joining them in the ring. ]

'Good Old' Jim Ross: Oh my King, Chris Jericho is here on RAW. What sort of impact will he make on SLAM! This is huge King, Chris JEricho has returned.

'The King' Jerry Lawler: I dont believe this JR, but one thing I do believe is that if Jericho is here, he is going to be stiring up some sort of havoc later on tonight.

'Good Old' Jim Ross: Your not wrong there partner. If Jericho has something to say, the other superstars better watch out.

[ Quicker than it was of Jim Ross's tounge, the arena went black. The fans again went through the roof at the return of Chris Jericho. The outline of a arms wide spread figure could must be made out in a faint light. The ever present 'Y2J' logo appeared on the titontron, followed by the countdown. 5...4...3...2...1... - explosions aplenty - Break The Walls Down!! The theme music blared through the PA system, the lights flickered and eventually stayed on. The extasy of the moment filled every fan in the arena. Chris Jericho was back, he whipped himself around, slightly bent his knees and done his usually trash talkin' entrance. He was sooner down the bottom of the ramp and entered the ring, Mic in hand. He waited, as the crowd chanted his name. Y-2-J - Y-2-J - Y-2-J. He waited... and waited... and finally spoke.]

'King Of The World' Chris Jericho: Welcome to RAW! IS! JERICHO! Its strange. This isnt quite how I had images my reutrn to the business that owes me the most, No. Then again, neither did I imagine that I would ever have to step foot in this town of trash known as Detroit... Michigan.

[ The fans attitude rapidly changes as JErichos status is form hero to zero. They hurl abuse at the returning Canadian Superstar, as The Highlight of the Night, talks over them.]

'King Of The World' Chris Jericho: Now, lets get down to business, you see, since I have been gone, things have changed, and they are things that I do not like. The main thing I do not like is the fact that Christian Cage is holding my RAW Championship. I mean Christian?! Little ass-clown Christian who lived in the shadows of his ugly brother Edge?! Will somebody plllleeeaaassee tell me what in the hell is going on here? I gotta ask you Christian, how much ass did you kss to get where you are, Jerky! I am Chris Jericho, King of The World, Highlight of the Night, Larger Than Life, and when I want my title back, Christian... I will take it. Your days are numbered, junior.

[ Jericho puffs a deep breathe of frustration, blowing his hair out of his face, and pauses for a moment of respite. ]

'King Of The World' Chris Jericho: Now onto other matters at hand, I see Mr McMahon has not bothered to infort you terrible excuse for human beings, that I would be coming back to RAW!. What sort of juvinile silver plattered assclown would do such a thing. Listen Vinn-ay, I want a match next week, on SLAM!. I dont care whether its for gold, or just to break down the walls off another loser that thinks hes more than just a speccle of dirt in world that I am the King of. You see Vinn-Ay you've always said 'Whats good for business, is good for you', Well Vinn-Ay, Im not just whats good for business... I Am This Business. You see, which ever way you look at it, this show is nothing without me, every Jericoholic in his business is here to see me, every jackass tuning it at home, is watching to see me. Take note Vinnay, I am here to stay this time, Im not having your or your crack whore Eric Bischoff fire me this time round. I am the King of this business. Hell Vincent, just your you, Il say it again... I AM THIS BUSINESS.

[ Jericho againt stokres his bearded chin for a few seconds respite. He stolls around the ring, oozing arrogance. ]

'King Of The World' Chris Jericho: SLAM! Next week, the returning debut of Chris Jericho aka, The King of the World. Some poor jackass is going to recieve the ass beating of a lifetime courtesy of yours truly, Chris Jericho. There is noneone out the back who can break the walls down. So here it is, an open-challange, to anybody in the back stupid enough to accept. A forward message, to whoever may accept...

...You Will Nevvvvvvvveeerr, Evvvveerrr, Be The Same Again!

[ Jericho drops the mic to the mat, and his music hits simultaniously. The leaves the ring through the second and top rope, and leaves via the ramp as usual talking trash to himself, as RAW! fades to static ]