Chris Jericho
‘Break Down The Walls’
Jerichoholic - A devoted follower of WWF Superstar, Chris Jericho
Chris Jericho: Welcome to Raw is Jericho. And I am the new millennium for the World Wrestling Federation. Now for those of you who don't know me, I am Chris Jericho, your new hero, your party host and most importantly, the most charismatic showman to ever enter your living rooms via a television screen. And for those of you who do know me...well, all hail the ayatollah of rock and roll-ah. Now, when you think of the new millennium, you think of an event so gigantic that it changes the course of history. You think of a dawning of a new era. In this case, the dawning of a new era in the WWF. Thank you...thank you. And a new era is what this once proud and profitable company sorely needs. What was once a captivating, trendsetting program has now deteriorated into a clichéd...lets be honest...boring, snooze-fest that is in dire need of a knight in shining armour and that’s why I'm here. Chris Jericho has come to save the WWF. Now lets go over the facts: television ratings - downward spiral, Pay Per View birates - plummeting, mainstream acceptance - non existent and reactions of the live crowds - complete and utter silence. And I know why you're silent. You're silent because you're embarrassed to be here. And quiet honestly, I'm embarrassed for you. And the reason why you're embarrassed is because of the steady stream of uninteresting, untalented, mediocre 'sports entertainers' who you are forced to cheer for and care for. No wonder you're not cheering. You couldn't care less about every single idiot in that dressing room and especially this idiot in the centre of the ring. (Jericho points to The Rock) You people have been led to believe that mediocrity is excellence. Ah-ah. Jericho is excellence. And now for the first time in WWF history, you have a man who can entertain you, you have a man who is good enough for you, you have a man who can make you jump up off your chairs, raise your filthy, fat, little hands in the air and scream “Go Jericho Go, Go Jericho Go, Go Jericho Go.” The new millennium has arrived in the WWF. And now that the Y2J problem is here, this company, from the front office idiots to all the amateurs in the dressing room, including this one (Jericho points to The Rock again) to everybody watching tonight, will never, eeeeeeever be the same again.
The Rock: After three boring minutes The Rock says “Know your role and shut your mouth.” How dare you little jabroni come on The Rock’s show and not even have the class to introduce yourself. What is your name?
Chris Jericho: I told you…
The Rock: It doesn’t matter what your name is. The Rock says you talk about your Y2J plan, well The Rock has a little plan of his own and its called the KY Jelly plan which means The Rock is gonna lube his size 13 boot real good, turn that sumbitch sideways and stick it straight up your candyass. If you smell what The Rock is cooking.
- Chris Jericho's WWE debut on 9 August 1999 -
The WWF is much more hard hitting than the NFL ever was or is.
- Chris Jericho -
Here’s something you don’t see everyday…
an Olympic hero with no neck and a ridiculous giant with no testicles.
- Chris Jericho on Kurt Angle & Big Show -
But seriously Edgeward,
I know you want to be on the cover of Tiger Beat magazine.
And as far as I’m concerned, you’re a shoe in because
lets face it, who knows more about ‘beating’ than you, Tiger.
- Chris Jericho to Edge -
Last week, I was punished for calling
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley a bargain basement slut.
And I also called her the filthiest, dirtiest, most disgustingly skankiest, brutal,
bottom feeding, trash bag ho I had ever, eeeeeeever seen in my life.
- Chris Jericho -