Before The Miz can finish his signature catchphrase, a very familiar tune hits the PA.
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The crowd gives out a mixed reaction, perhaps because of their sheer hatred of The Miz, or maybe just because of the majority of Jericho's actions, acting how he had used to, and some will just continue to boo their hearts out, aware of his distinct change last week from good ol' Y2J. He comes out from behind the tron in a suit jacket, tie and all. He stands on the stage, motionless except for his eyes scanning these people in the crowd before him.
Jericho shakes his head in disgust as he straightens his tie before walking straight down the middle of the ramp, emotionless and uncaring towards anyone around him, his eyes locked solely on The Miz. He walks down the aisle, and arrives at the border outside the ring, and never takes his gaze off of The Awesome One as he moves towards the steel steps.
He walks straight and narrow up the steps, and walks onto the apron, and unlike what he would usually do, faking his arrival into the ring before posing for the crowd, Jericho simply steps in between the ropes, and walks over and snatches a microphone from the ring technician. He stands in front of the Miz and Maryse with a determined look in his eye, but still not a shred of emotion on his face as he begins.
Jericho:Well, there you go. You indeed did it, The Miz is the Intercontinental Champion. Congratulations, I will admit I underestimated you, and perhaps that was my downfall. That is the only reason I can think of you possibly being able to defeat me. Miz, you can parade around with Maryse, claiming I cannot defeat you all you wish, it does not make a shred of difference to me. These hypocrites in this massive collection right now are the very reason that I was defeated. You are a worthy opponent Miz, but these lesser life forms were the things holding me back. I tried to appease them, to have them cheer me, I foolishly though if I acted like some sort of imbecile to amuse them, their cheers and encouragement would allow me to remain a truly undefeated man. However, I realised the err of my ways, Miz. It took a man like you to do it, and I thank you for that, but unfortunately for you that is where any respect I have for you stops. You and I have to fight within the confines of a Steel Cage, and I know in this kind of match all emotion and respect must be removed as a factor. I am familiar with this environment, as are you.
Jericho stops talking for a second, much to everyone's enjoyment, as he paces back and forth, straightening his tie and strutting around like a peacock. He continues to look right at The Miz, with a smirk on his face now, differing from the lack of feelings he had on his face before. He chuckles to himself before continuing.
Jericho:Miz, it does amaze me that you would think, even for a second, that you can prove anything to me, it really does astound me. You see, you may have defeated me last time we battled, but as far as I am concerned, that was a different age. I was complacent, foolhardy, cracking jokes and making strange gestures and using idiotic language like some sort of buffoon. I pandered to all of you parasites, with your disgusting children and fat wives, it amazes me half of you even worked up the guts to show up to an arena that is on live television! Your very existence makes me want to wash myself clean of the memories and of the days that I thought of you as my "fans" and that I almost perhaps liked you. It's a frightening thought.
Jericho stares down at the canvas, seeming to contemplate what kind of monster he would've become if he kept following what these people chanted. He almost looks like he avoided being killed, and everyone in the arena lets out ceremonious boos, towards two of the now most hated men in CWF. Jericho continues staring downward before speaking again.
Jericho:But now, I realise what kind of beast and fool I could've become. Those days are over, and the time is now and ripe for the picking, Miz. On War, I cannot wait to battle you in this Steel Cage match, not only because I will regain the Intercontinental Championship, but because I will prove these people wrong, management wrong, and I will prove you wrong, an ironic action as you claim you are always proving people wrong. I don't care for your sob story, Mizanin, I don't care that others in the locker room kicked you out, perhaps they made fun of you and now you prosper and throw it back in their face. Although I admire that, I don't care about it right now. I will beat you on War, I will beat you and everyone else in the Scramble match, and do you know why?
Jericho stares into the eyes of the Miz as he says it.
Jericho:Because unlike you, Miss Ouellet, or any of these pathetic troglodites that have culminated in this arena...I am the best. In the world. At what I do.
Jericho looks at the Miz with a condescending expression before he's interrupted.
[video=youtube;hpJEKaavGdY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpJEKaavGdY[/video]
The crowd gives out a mixed reaction, perhaps because of their sheer hatred of The Miz, or maybe just because of the majority of Jericho's actions, acting how he had used to, and some will just continue to boo their hearts out, aware of his distinct change last week from good ol' Y2J. He comes out from behind the tron in a suit jacket, tie and all. He stands on the stage, motionless except for his eyes scanning these people in the crowd before him.
Jericho shakes his head in disgust as he straightens his tie before walking straight down the middle of the ramp, emotionless and uncaring towards anyone around him, his eyes locked solely on The Miz. He walks down the aisle, and arrives at the border outside the ring, and never takes his gaze off of The Awesome One as he moves towards the steel steps.
He walks straight and narrow up the steps, and walks onto the apron, and unlike what he would usually do, faking his arrival into the ring before posing for the crowd, Jericho simply steps in between the ropes, and walks over and snatches a microphone from the ring technician. He stands in front of the Miz and Maryse with a determined look in his eye, but still not a shred of emotion on his face as he begins.
Jericho:Well, there you go. You indeed did it, The Miz is the Intercontinental Champion. Congratulations, I will admit I underestimated you, and perhaps that was my downfall. That is the only reason I can think of you possibly being able to defeat me. Miz, you can parade around with Maryse, claiming I cannot defeat you all you wish, it does not make a shred of difference to me. These hypocrites in this massive collection right now are the very reason that I was defeated. You are a worthy opponent Miz, but these lesser life forms were the things holding me back. I tried to appease them, to have them cheer me, I foolishly though if I acted like some sort of imbecile to amuse them, their cheers and encouragement would allow me to remain a truly undefeated man. However, I realised the err of my ways, Miz. It took a man like you to do it, and I thank you for that, but unfortunately for you that is where any respect I have for you stops. You and I have to fight within the confines of a Steel Cage, and I know in this kind of match all emotion and respect must be removed as a factor. I am familiar with this environment, as are you.
Jericho stops talking for a second, much to everyone's enjoyment, as he paces back and forth, straightening his tie and strutting around like a peacock. He continues to look right at The Miz, with a smirk on his face now, differing from the lack of feelings he had on his face before. He chuckles to himself before continuing.
Jericho:Miz, it does amaze me that you would think, even for a second, that you can prove anything to me, it really does astound me. You see, you may have defeated me last time we battled, but as far as I am concerned, that was a different age. I was complacent, foolhardy, cracking jokes and making strange gestures and using idiotic language like some sort of buffoon. I pandered to all of you parasites, with your disgusting children and fat wives, it amazes me half of you even worked up the guts to show up to an arena that is on live television! Your very existence makes me want to wash myself clean of the memories and of the days that I thought of you as my "fans" and that I almost perhaps liked you. It's a frightening thought.
Jericho stares down at the canvas, seeming to contemplate what kind of monster he would've become if he kept following what these people chanted. He almost looks like he avoided being killed, and everyone in the arena lets out ceremonious boos, towards two of the now most hated men in CWF. Jericho continues staring downward before speaking again.
Jericho:But now, I realise what kind of beast and fool I could've become. Those days are over, and the time is now and ripe for the picking, Miz. On War, I cannot wait to battle you in this Steel Cage match, not only because I will regain the Intercontinental Championship, but because I will prove these people wrong, management wrong, and I will prove you wrong, an ironic action as you claim you are always proving people wrong. I don't care for your sob story, Mizanin, I don't care that others in the locker room kicked you out, perhaps they made fun of you and now you prosper and throw it back in their face. Although I admire that, I don't care about it right now. I will beat you on War, I will beat you and everyone else in the Scramble match, and do you know why?
Jericho stares into the eyes of the Miz as he says it.
Jericho:Because unlike you, Miss Ouellet, or any of these pathetic troglodites that have culminated in this arena...I am the best. In the world. At what I do.
Jericho looks at the Miz with a condescending expression before he's interrupted.
