Jericho stares across at Edge, as a "Spear" chant breaks out, Jericho waits for them to be quiet as he stares across at Edge with an absolutely disgusted look. He sighs before lifting the microphone.
Jericho:Emphasis? Emphasis, is that what you want, Edge? Emphasis...let me emphasise something for you. This isn't a game. This isn't just another time in the ring, where you'll have fun, you'll joke around, pander to these hypocrites, make yourself out to be a fool, and pretend that you are still the Master Manipulator that you once were. You wanna talk about crying like a baby? What did you do? Matt Hardy over there, it seems to me, has one over on you. He's pulled the same stunt on you that you did to him before, because you couldn't accept that you aren't good enough. You just couldn't grasp the concept that maybe, just maybe, Edge can't cut it anymore. Edge isn't on top of the world anymore, you're not the man who speared Jeff Hardy out of the air, who faced The Undertaker in a Hell in the Cell match. Let me tell you who you are, Edge. You're a shell, a washed up, defunct excuse of a superstar, and I'm going to tell you the exact same thing Mick Foley once told you. That's not the Edge that's should be walking into the Elimination Chamber. Not the Edge that panders to these fans, that makes a fool of himself, that has temper tantrums towards Lita when he can't win the world title, who asked these people for forgiveness. That's not the Edge you are, anymore. That's not the Edge I want. I'm walking out of the Chamber with the World Heavyweight Championship one way or another, but frankly I want to see you put a little effort into your song and dance before I beat you.
Jericho stares into Edge's cold, ruthless eyes as a "Y2J" chant starts. Jericho stops. He stares across at the fans in disbelief as eventually, they stop and he stares out at them in anger.
Jericho:Don't ever mention his name here. Don't you parasites EVER mention that name. Y2J is dead and buried. He died a long time ago, you're staring into the eyes of the man that laid him to rest, and it's time to move on. I've gotten over that charade, dancing like a performing monkey in this ring to make you people smile. The reason you people are hypocrites are men like Edge, men who have betrayed you and lied to you so many times, but you cheer them on and on and on. I'm an HONEST man. When I set out to do something, when I say I'm going to do it, I accomplish it, that's Why I'm The Best in the World at What I do, and that's why I have this title shot.
Jericho rubs his face as the crowd once again chant "Y2J!" But this time not in his support, rather it's to spite Chris Jericho and his refusal to admit what he's been like in the past. He stares at them till they stop and glances at Batista.
Jericho:It feels like the kind of eternal damnation that people like Kane promise listening to all of these men talk, but especially you. Especially you, Batista. Look at you, with that microphone. You have no idea what you're doing, it's like watching an Ape with a glowstick. It's a pathetic image I won't be seeing very often, I hope. Any dignity you had maintained walking out here is in tatters, I can barely stand looking at you. I owe you one? Are...are you serious? I owe you one? Batista, I'm not sure you're acquainted with how this works, so let me explain it to you. You beat Kane, that's correct, on Pay Per View. Kane is on Honour, I see no reason why that should affect the rankings here on WAR, the one show that actually matters. I beat one of the so-called "greatest" superstars ever, while all you've defeated is a Big Red choker. And before you decide to make yourself look even worse and bring up your victory over Stone Cold Steve Austin, I stood on the ramp to distract him, allowing you to get that win, because frankly, Austin irritates me. But what's really got to me, Batista, is that you...want me to align with you. I don't know what kind of delusions you're having, but I owe you nothing. Even if I did, I wouldn't let you interfere with me spreading the truth to the world, and proving why I'm The Best in the World at what I do. If you're wondering what that is, it's whatever I choose to do, and that includes making music. If you want to bring up a multitude of songs, that's fine, you can waddle around this ring talking all the nonsensical garbage that you please, like a giant clown with tattoos.
Jericho seems to sniff the air and make a revolted face, as though some pungent odour just touched the divine nose of the Best in the World. He turns and sees Finlay, smirking as he picks up the microphone.
Jericho:As I thought. Finlay, you can claim that I beat you on a technicality, you can do that all you like, but the fact of the matter is you were caught with your foot on the rope. Will I deny that I haven't done the same thing? No, I won't, unlike everyone in this arena, I'm not a liar. But I've had enough intellectual qualities to realise that I need to do it without the referee's notice. I do whatever I have to do to make all of you realise exactly just what you're dealing with. All of you stand here, and I look into your eyes and I see you think I'll be easy pickings. That I'll be a lamb to the slaughter, a fish in a barrel. May I ask, how many of you have won a chamber match? So far, the only man in here who I see other than myself, would be Edge. Finlay, you can claim experience, nobody will deny that, in general, you are the most experienced, but a true champion? Why are you the only true champion of this business, Finlay? Because you've only held it once? I don't claim to be anything more than what I am, The Best. And that's why I am the only true and deserving champion around here, not because of my size, my taking advantage of opportunities, how early I've held the title, or because I've never held it. I simply am the most deserving because I am The Best in the world at what I do, and Finlay, there is NOTHING you can do about it.
Jericho scowls straight at the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, although in Jericho's mind, that should be him. He eyeballs all the competitors, before suddenly his eyes lock on Matt Hardy.
Jericho:Speaking of undeserving. Matt Hardy, it seems like a while since we've been in a match together. Yes, I'll brag about beating Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock in the same night. Of course I will. It's called winning a major championship Hardy, you should try it some time. What have you done to deserve being here? Hm? Tell me now. All I've seen you do is lose. Lose to REMEDY. You couldn't cut it in tag team competitio, Eddie Guerrero and R-Truth were both far too much of a challenge for you, so you lash out and attack perhaps one of the most overrated, oversold, overexposed, and egomaniacal superstars there has ever been, and for some reason, this earns you a spot in this Elimination Chamber match. I fail to see the logic here. True, you beat Austin worse than I did. I enjoyed the quality television of him being laid down on the ground with his head smashed open, but once again I have to tolerate both of the Hardys in the same company. As if that weren't bad enough, the backwardness of the management decides that two men, who both seem to be playing back and forth with Lita, who LOST, deserve a match. Edge proved that he wasn't good enough for the World Heavyweight Championship, and you proved you weren't worthy of the Tag Team Championship. You're right, we're going to be locked inside that chamber together, Hardy, and I can't wait to see you crumble under the pressure. You think I should be afraid of you? Why should I be afraid of a man that needs his brother and Shannon Moore to take down Austin, when I did it all by myself? Don't even consider that you're locked in this chamber, consider who you're locked in it with. Oh no, Gentlemen, don't even think about the fact that I'm locked in there with you. Because, I'm not locked in there with you.
Jericho suddenly shoots over, leaning right over at Sheamus, up in his face. The Celtic Warrior doesn't change emotions as Jericho speaks.
Jericho:You're locked in there with me. Do you understand what I'm saying to you right now? Do you, Sheamus? You're going into Stockholm, and you're going to locked in one of the most hellish structures ever devised by the human race. One of the deadliest chambers ever invented, hell on earth. And guess what? I'm in there with you. You want to accuse me of being at the bottom, Sheamus? Not so long ago, I saw Triple H drop you on your head. You have to be hurting, Sheamus. If I'm standing here with the best material this company has to offer, then let me tell you right now, that I am blatantly disappointed and I have a lot of work ahead of me if I'm going to be bringing any success to this corporation as The CWF World Heavyweight Champion, which I'm going to be. You couldn't beat me before, Sheamus, in a match that is far less dangerous. Back then, not that I enjoy remembering that awful experience of acting how I did, I noted that you'd never won a ladder match. And you know another type of match you've never won, Sheamus? An Elimination Chamber. I have. I've won the world championship in this demonic place before. You think I care that these hypocrites despise me? You think I care that you do? I don't need to conform to these parasites, I don't need to shield myself and surround myself with them to make me feel better about who I am. This match is only going to consolidate just how superior I am to you, it doesn't matter if potatoes come from Ireland, or if they come from Idaho, I'll still beat them in a match. And in case your little brain thinks I mean actual vegetables, It's a symbolic statement, I'll let you try and work it out for yourself, but don't try too hard, you'll hurt yourself.
Jericho looks at each and everyone of his opponents.
Jericho:I suggest you pen down October 23rd in your calenders, because on that day you better reserve a hospital bed. This chamber is going to be the most deadly weapon, and I will be the wielder, I-
