Sunday night: WrestleMania. Well, it’s here, the night I’ve been waiting for. Paul is already out in the ring waiting to beat the shit out of me… to a certain extent.
      My music hits and I go through the curtain as the countdown ends. The pop is unbelievable. And that’s when I realize…
      I’m back. Y2J is back! I’ve been so busy getting beaten up that I didn’t realize it earlier. Too bad I’ve only got tonight left as Champ.
      I do the usual: hold out a belt in each hand, then spin around. Believe it or not, but this is the first time tonight that I’ve looked over the crowd here in the Sky Dome. There is a *sea* of signs for me (mostly pro).
      I take my sweet time getting down to the ring and do my pose on the apron, keeping an eye on Trips. I get in the ring and wait for the “special announcement.”
      “And the special guest referee…” Lillian begins. Paul is glaring a *hole* through me! I guess he wasn’t informed about the ref. Heh! “…Chris Benoit!” she finished and leaves the ring.
      Benoit’s music hits and he receives an equally unbelievable pop. He comes down the ramp and gets in the ring. I hand him the belts and he hands them off outside the ring. He calls for the bell… and we’re off!

      Damn, this has been a hard fought match. Truthfully, I didn’t think I had this much in me: we’ve been going on about fifty minutes now, but I know the end is near.
      Trips doesn’t even know what he’s in for. I wait until he’s dazed and that’s when I surprised him with the Crossface! Center of the ring… oh, you can tell this will be the only time that Paul is *e-e-ever* going to job to me.
      Trips starts tapping and Benoit calls for the bell, announcing me still the Champ. Well, I survived. Of course, tomorrow, at Raw, will be another story.
      I make it safely back to my locker room (which is also Benoit’s), drop the belts on the nearest chair, then drop myself onto the couch.
      Moments later, Benoit comes in. “I don’t recall giving you permission to use the Crossface.”
      I smirk. “I don’t recall needing permission to use someone else’s moves. No one ever asks me if they can use any version of the Walls.”
      He moves to the chair I dropped the belts on… and he pushes them off and onto the floor before taking a seat. “Damn good match.”
      “Thanks,” I say. “I’m glad it was good because I’m so tired I feel like dead weight now.”
      “Who says you aren’t, anyway?” Adam says, standing in the doorway, wearing his newly won IC title.
      “Ha, ha, ha, very funny Edgeward,” I say.
      He gasps. “Oh, my God! Don’t tell me the old Jericho has returned!” He holds up his hands and makes a cross. “Back you!”
      I laugh. “Adam, save some of that for our little ‘celebration’ on Raw tomorrow.”
      “Celebration?” Benoit asks.
      “Yeah, I thought it would make a great backstage skit before I go out to the ring later on and get my ass kicked,” I tell him. “Then, Tuesday, for SmackDown, we can cut a promo asking the ‘Ambiguously Gay Duo’, Billy and Chucky, for a tag title match.”
      “When the hell did you plan all this?” Benoit asks.
      I shrug. “Last night. I was kinda bored, so… I’ve already got most of what I plan on saying written down, all ready to be submitted to the writers.”
      Benoit quirks an eyebrow. “You do the speaking?”
      “Why not? I like to talk and you like to stand there and look menacing,” I reply, smirking.
      He pauses a moment, then gives me that famous “smile” of his. “Okay.”
      “So… how do you lose tomorrow?” Adam asks.
      “I’m not really sure, but Paul will probably go for the usual in a Pedigree or he might try to be funny and attempt the Walls,” I say, then pause a moment, “but I won’t tap to the Walls, I’d rather pass out first, so he’d have to win via me passing out or another move.”
      “Via?” Adam questions. “Have you been reading the dictionary again?”
      I look at him, smile, then say as nicely as possible, “Will you please shut the hell up?”