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"Welcome to Raw Is Jericho!" He even sounded amazing, god she missed him! "This is not a mirage! This is real, this is now, this is the second coming of Y2J! You remembered! I want you to take out your cellphones, text you friends, take a picture, shoot a video, send an e-mail, call 'em all and tell 'em that the Sexy Beast is back babay!" The crowd began another Y2J chant. "And I promise to ignite you, to excite you, to delight you, and I invite to strap on your seatbelts, ease the seat back and kick it into gear because from this point forward it's 100% electricity, 100% entertainment. 100% Jericho!"
"Wait a minute! Who the hell do you think you are? The last time I saw you Jericho. You were getting fired from Raw. And it's a good thing too, because if you had stayed, it would have only been a matter of time before I kicked you in the head and ended your carrer," Chelsey shook her head at her egotistical 'boyfriend'. "So tell us Oh Savior, why was it so important that you had to come back. What exactly are you saving us from?"
"Well, your boring personality for one. You want me to continue? How about your face that looks like it got flattened by a frying pan. Or your monotonous, robotic, Randy Orton voice. or how about I save us from your child bearing hips, your super-bowl hair cut or your subscription to Blue Ball magazine?! But more importantly, I'm here to save Chelsey from you. You see when she stopped writing me, I logged onto WWE.com, to see if she was allright, not knowing that what I would find was worse then I could have feared. Plastered all over the web was the reason she stopped emailing me. Randy Orton had won her contract. At first I didn't think anything of it, until Ric Flair came knocking on my door. Randy, Randy, Randy... Women are the most amazing thing on this planet. They deseve to be treated with kindness and respect. Not beaten day in and day out. That's what you've been doing, haven't you, Randy? Ric Flair told me everything, the scared phone calls in the middle of the night, the sound of her crying from your hotel room. The numerous 911 calls from your resident number. That's why I've returned. The first chance I get I'm gonna take your WWE Title and strap it around this gorgeous waist. And I'm gonna take your girlfriends contract and..." he ran his and across a little lower than his waist. "Put her around this gorgeous waist. And when I do, Chelsey Bailee Irene, Monday Night Raw, The WWE, Sports Entertainment, Entertainment Entertainment, The State Of Florida, The Country of the United States, The Western Hemisphere, The Planet Earth, The Heavens Above, The Galaxies, The Crab Nebula, The Universe Itself!" Randy looked lost, looking over at Chelsey who was blushing and smiling. "Will never!"
"Ever!" The crowd replied.
"Never!"
"Ever!"
"Never!"
"Ever!"
"EEEEVVVVEEERRRRR! Be The Same Again!"
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