"Y2J" Chris Jericho Entrance.

[Christopher Keith Jericho]

 

[Christopher Keith Jericho]

》Y2J 2015《




The arena would go pitch dark as the only thing in sightings would be the light from the phones the audience members would quickly turn on to see what would be happening next. The moment they saw a figure in the shape of human form begin to light up in flashing colors as it would spread it's arms out, the crowd would go berserk in excitement. That man was none other than Y2J, Chris Jericho. Chris Jericho stood there for a couple of seconds, feeling the energy of his entrance, as pyro would begin to go off, officially turning on the arena lights back to its correct and proper lighting. Chris Jericho would turn his body around, and have a serious look on his face, signifying that tonight like any other night was no laughing matter. He began to walk down the ramp, making his way to ring ignoring the hands of the fans that requested high fives from him. Jericho thought they were disgusting, and they were obviously hypocrites. One minute they cheer you, and one minute they boo you. Jericho was tired of that. For those who do hate him, would only prove a point, and for those who loved him, only showed just who his real fans were. From Camera view, via Television screen, a nameplate would come up, as his name "Chris Jericho" would be there as well as underneath it being his twitter handle, @IAmJericho. The announcer would begin to talk on the mic letting the fans know that Chris Jericho hailed from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada, followed by his billed weight for tonight's match. Chris Jericho would approach the ring, and make a left turn toward the steel steps, as he would walk up the steps one foot at a time. Once he got up on the apron, he looked back at the crowd with a straight face, shortly putting his mind back on the task at hand, coming into the ring through the second rope. Once Jericho entered the ring, he would walk forward to the middle of the ring and look around at the crowd. What he would see was ridiculous fan signs and people thumbing him down, as if Jericho even cared what these lazy snobs thought of him. Jericho's theme would die down becoming nothing but silence. Once Jericho's theme was finished from play and was stopped from the production truck, Chris Jericho would take off his light up jacket, and hand it to the time keeper that was outside the ring. Chris Jericho would then lean up against the turnbuckle and crack his neck from side to side with a small smirk on his face. He would then revert back to his straight mug, as he got ready to participate in this match.