" Save you? No. Save yourself."
- Chris Jericho

Chris Jericho  versus  ??? live at Affliction.

 Y 2 J.

[[ Championship Pro Wrestling is about a week away from opening it's doors, some of the biggest names in the business are knocking at the door, all of them wanting contracts. Already, there is some wrestlers signed to the company. Some of the greatest. None of them greater than, Chris Jericho.  ]]

Chris Jericho: Hey Jerky.

[[ The camera shudders, and begins to pan around the room. Eventually, we see Chris Jericho sitting on a chair in the distance. He motions for the camera to come closer, waving it over with an annoyed expression across his face. ]]

Chris Jericho: Yeah, that's right. This way.

[[ Jericho shakes his head as the camera quickly shuffles forward, getting close to Jericho who is leaning back now in his chair. He has his arms folded, wearing a fine suit, which you know is top of the line. The camera finally rests, and Jericho begins. ]]

Chris Jericho: So, we're around a week away, right? One whole week. Everyone excited, people running around like crazy, trying to get everything ready for the grand opening. Championship Pro Wrestling, the new standard of professional wrestling. I hear people talking about who else is coming, who else can they sign. I'm here to tell you that you need to look no further than me, Chris Jericho. The only man that any of you need to focus on, whether you like it or not. I'm sure that you all know by now, who is going to be setting the standard around this place. Not Championship Pro Wrestling as a company. The only living soul that will be setting any sort of standard is me, nobody else. Not Triple H, not Randy Orton, and not even, Edge.

[[ He sounds fully focused. He begins to turn his hand around in a circle, as he speaks. ]]

Chris Jericho: The sun revolves around the earth, and this company, is going to revolve around yours truly, Chris Jericho.

[[ He has a huge grin across his face, clearly happy with that little line he just spoke. ]]

Chris Jericho: Something amused me though about this place, that something was none other than, Shawn Michaels. Mr. Co-Owner, himself. I mean, I can understand why Flair would want to take a back seat. Flair should have been placed in a retirement home ten years ago, but Shawn, you surprise me. I know you had the whole "retirement" thing, but we both know why you're taking a backseat now. You realize that with someone like me in the company, you'd have no chance of becoming a champion. You'd have no chance of headlining main events, you wouldn't be even a shadow of the man you once were, Shawn. It's okay, Shawn. I'll let you touch my title once I win it, you can even clean it for me, once in a while.

[[ As always, Chris Jericho isn't lacking in confidence at all. ]]

Chris Jericho: I like the talk coming out of Headquarters, champions by the second show, that's music to my ears. I'm a patient man, but why waste time?

[[ Some more of the famous confidence there. ]]

Chris Jericho: I'm not here to save anyone. I'm here to enlighten each, and every single one of you watching. I'm here to show you all how to be a leader, how to take something great, and make it the best. With me as champion, this company is only going to grow. I'll lay the challenge down to every single wrestler already here, and those who are yet to sign up. If you have a problem with me, you know where to find me. If any of you think you can stop me, then step up to the plate, and I'll show you just how wrong you are. I've proved time, and time again, just how good I really am. People claim that I talk too much? Maybe. They say I'm cocky, arrogant even? Maybe. It all comes down to if I can back it up, and all of you, deep down, know that I can back up every single word that comes out of my mouth.

[[ It's true. ]]

Chris Jericho: I don't care if Flair, and HBK don't want it to happen, they can't stop it. Whatever kind of match they throw me into, I'll prevail as the victor. I've never been a man to back down, I'll tackle all challengers. It always ends with them lying on the mat, staring up at the roof, wondering where it all went wrong. When they ask that question, I always have the same answer. It went wrong the moment you signed that contract. When you do that, it automatically puts you in the firing line. It means that on any given week, you could be the unlucky one. You could be placed in a match that you don't want, a match that you cannot ever win. A match with the greatest superstar ever to grace the squared circle. A match with me, Chris Jericho, your worst nightmare, Junior. When the matches are made, and the card is announced, you better be praying to the highest powers. Praying that your name has not been drawn across from mine, for if that happens, I promise it's going to be the single worst day of your entire life.

[[ Jericho stands up, and is about to walk away when he turns back to the camera quickly. ]]

Chris Jericho: And that, you can all bank on.

[[ Jericho laughs out loud, as he walks off from the shot of the camera. He has made his intentions known, we'll have to wait, and see what is to come. ]]