Post by G on Jul 25, 2012 3:08:46 GMT -5
Seen pacing back and forth, within his own locker room, Chris Jericho, just a few days away from what could be his final match in Ground Zero, he can be made out, just pumping himself up. Rubbing on his own face, stretching, keeping to himself for once, he just grabs a steel chair and sets it up, sitting down on it and burring his face into his hands. Pressure is on.
After a minute of just sitting down, and breathing, Jericho raises his head back up, and stares intently at his bag. He shifts his head to the opposite side of him and stares at his ring trunks and jacket. As Jericho wipes his face once more, he stands up and walks towards his bag, grabbing it and pulling it towards him. He unzips it and opens it up, pulling out a large dry cleaner like bag.
Jericho hangs the bag up in his gear area, stepping back towards his trunks and jacket, he picks them up and carefully sets them in his bag. Unaware for the time being he was being watched, he finally catches on. Instead of being angry and speaking out, he just stares and waves the camera on into his locker.
The man doesn't have to say anything, and Jericho knows right off the bat, so he speaks up right away.
"There isn't anything, anyone can say, be it you, anyone on our roster, at home, on the internet, there's nothing a robot could even bring up, that I haven't already thought of."
Jericho shakes his head and stares not right into the camera, but at the camera man himself as he continues on.
"People are going to tell me, actually, scratch that, people have already begun to tell me, I'm making a mistake, I've put my foot in my own mouth, Chris Jericho can't back up his own words, when the pressure is on, I crack, and to their credit, they're right. One-Hundred percent. This isn't the first time, I've been in a do or die situation.
August 22nd, 2005, I had to beat John Cena for the WWE Championship, or I was fired. I lost, I got fired. It's that simple. I was kicked in the head, and taken out of action for years, because I couldn't put Randy Orton down. Chris Jericho, is not a high pressure performer.."
Jericho's straight face stays cold and honest for a bit, before a quick cocky smirk floods his face. He holds up one finger to drive his point.
"..Anymore. I don't need to remind anybody, but I was the FIRST Undisputed Champion, EVER, that can't be taken away from me, and nobody will ever even come close to "tying" that. There's a second, a third, a fourth even. But I was the first. I put away The Rock, and Stone Cold Steve Austin. I've broken records, I've done things nobody can say they've done. I outshined, Shawn Michaels in his very own match. You see, people like to drive on the negatives, they dwell on failure, but ignore successes.."
Jericho steps back a bit, and walks back towards his chair. Staying cool and collected, more serious than recently, he stares back at the camera man.
"I'm about due another success. Right now, it's been five years, of failure. Since I left WWE, and got back on the map, I've been in ZXWWF, a High Roller, I was a stable leader, and I was champion at one point, but I didn't get to live that, I didn't get to be apart of that. After losing that company's world championship, my career took a nose dive. When it closed, I went to UFWA. Chris Jericho, Y2J, I was Back Baybay! Reunited with Captain Charisma himself, reformed Vitamin C, went on a Road to Road to Relevance, feuded with Ego-Trip, and made a mockery out of Genesis, who just so happens to here right now, doing well for himself. Good for him. Vitamin C tore the house down with the Motor City Machine Guns, and WON the UFWA Tag Team Championships."
Jericho smiles proudly, but quickly shakes his head, staring back, continuing on his career retrospective.
"Not even a month after Vitamin C won the tag team championships, we did something, that wasn't the most popular choice we made. Myself, Edge, Christian and Alberto Del Rio, went on live TV, as the "marks" would put it, "shot" on the company, and just walked out...like I said, it wasn't the more popular choice we could have made."
Jericho gets quiet for a moment, letting a loud sigh escape his lips before once again, speaking.
"Edge and I went to EWN after that. You know the feeling, when you're working for a place, you really enjoy, but it's just not taking off, it's not bringing any money in, nobody is watching your shows? That was EWN. I enjoyed working there, but nothing really happened. Later on, again, Edge and I went to NYWE, same song, different day."
Jericho stands up off his chair and grabs his dry cleaner type bag from the hanger, with a smile on his face.
"Now, here in GZWA, I haven't felt more at home since I've been in WWE. Chris Jericho belongs in GZWA, and after five years, of failure, I'm due a success. I put my career here on the line, because I feel if I don't win this match, I shouldn't be here at all.
The truth of the matter is, it has nothing to do with Alkertraz. I've been asked, over and over and over again, Why Jericho, why, why did you just leave Alkertraz when you had him beat. My answer, if Alkertraz want's to be champion, then he needs to act like a champion. He needs to show up, like a champion, you don't go through hell at a PPV, and then wrestle the next week 50%.
It's nothing personal, it's just Alkertraz has the unfortunate time of being champion. I am the best, in the world, at everything, I do. Be it wrestling, talking, singing, dancing. I can be funny, I can be witty, sarcastic, I'm the BEST. And if I can't beat Alkertraz, then my whole career, has been a complete, and utter failure. So next week, you're not saying bye, to Chris Jericho.."
Jericho pulls down on his dry cleaning bag and pulls it off, to reveal his vintage WM 19 attire.
"You're going to be welcoming, your new, Ground Zero, World Heavyweight Champion."
After a minute of just sitting down, and breathing, Jericho raises his head back up, and stares intently at his bag. He shifts his head to the opposite side of him and stares at his ring trunks and jacket. As Jericho wipes his face once more, he stands up and walks towards his bag, grabbing it and pulling it towards him. He unzips it and opens it up, pulling out a large dry cleaner like bag.
Jericho hangs the bag up in his gear area, stepping back towards his trunks and jacket, he picks them up and carefully sets them in his bag. Unaware for the time being he was being watched, he finally catches on. Instead of being angry and speaking out, he just stares and waves the camera on into his locker.
The man doesn't have to say anything, and Jericho knows right off the bat, so he speaks up right away.
"There isn't anything, anyone can say, be it you, anyone on our roster, at home, on the internet, there's nothing a robot could even bring up, that I haven't already thought of."
Jericho shakes his head and stares not right into the camera, but at the camera man himself as he continues on.
"People are going to tell me, actually, scratch that, people have already begun to tell me, I'm making a mistake, I've put my foot in my own mouth, Chris Jericho can't back up his own words, when the pressure is on, I crack, and to their credit, they're right. One-Hundred percent. This isn't the first time, I've been in a do or die situation.
August 22nd, 2005, I had to beat John Cena for the WWE Championship, or I was fired. I lost, I got fired. It's that simple. I was kicked in the head, and taken out of action for years, because I couldn't put Randy Orton down. Chris Jericho, is not a high pressure performer.."
Jericho's straight face stays cold and honest for a bit, before a quick cocky smirk floods his face. He holds up one finger to drive his point.
"..Anymore. I don't need to remind anybody, but I was the FIRST Undisputed Champion, EVER, that can't be taken away from me, and nobody will ever even come close to "tying" that. There's a second, a third, a fourth even. But I was the first. I put away The Rock, and Stone Cold Steve Austin. I've broken records, I've done things nobody can say they've done. I outshined, Shawn Michaels in his very own match. You see, people like to drive on the negatives, they dwell on failure, but ignore successes.."
Jericho steps back a bit, and walks back towards his chair. Staying cool and collected, more serious than recently, he stares back at the camera man.
"I'm about due another success. Right now, it's been five years, of failure. Since I left WWE, and got back on the map, I've been in ZXWWF, a High Roller, I was a stable leader, and I was champion at one point, but I didn't get to live that, I didn't get to be apart of that. After losing that company's world championship, my career took a nose dive. When it closed, I went to UFWA. Chris Jericho, Y2J, I was Back Baybay! Reunited with Captain Charisma himself, reformed Vitamin C, went on a Road to Road to Relevance, feuded with Ego-Trip, and made a mockery out of Genesis, who just so happens to here right now, doing well for himself. Good for him. Vitamin C tore the house down with the Motor City Machine Guns, and WON the UFWA Tag Team Championships."
Jericho smiles proudly, but quickly shakes his head, staring back, continuing on his career retrospective.
"Not even a month after Vitamin C won the tag team championships, we did something, that wasn't the most popular choice we made. Myself, Edge, Christian and Alberto Del Rio, went on live TV, as the "marks" would put it, "shot" on the company, and just walked out...like I said, it wasn't the more popular choice we could have made."
Jericho gets quiet for a moment, letting a loud sigh escape his lips before once again, speaking.
"Edge and I went to EWN after that. You know the feeling, when you're working for a place, you really enjoy, but it's just not taking off, it's not bringing any money in, nobody is watching your shows? That was EWN. I enjoyed working there, but nothing really happened. Later on, again, Edge and I went to NYWE, same song, different day."
Jericho stands up off his chair and grabs his dry cleaner type bag from the hanger, with a smile on his face.
"Now, here in GZWA, I haven't felt more at home since I've been in WWE. Chris Jericho belongs in GZWA, and after five years, of failure, I'm due a success. I put my career here on the line, because I feel if I don't win this match, I shouldn't be here at all.
The truth of the matter is, it has nothing to do with Alkertraz. I've been asked, over and over and over again, Why Jericho, why, why did you just leave Alkertraz when you had him beat. My answer, if Alkertraz want's to be champion, then he needs to act like a champion. He needs to show up, like a champion, you don't go through hell at a PPV, and then wrestle the next week 50%.
It's nothing personal, it's just Alkertraz has the unfortunate time of being champion. I am the best, in the world, at everything, I do. Be it wrestling, talking, singing, dancing. I can be funny, I can be witty, sarcastic, I'm the BEST. And if I can't beat Alkertraz, then my whole career, has been a complete, and utter failure. So next week, you're not saying bye, to Chris Jericho.."
Jericho pulls down on his dry cleaning bag and pulls it off, to reveal his vintage WM 19 attire.
"You're going to be welcoming, your new, Ground Zero, World Heavyweight Champion."
