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The scene opens up to a huge crowd, waiting for the arrival of a new superstar in the EWA. Many of the newer casual fans are excited, hoping for a familiar face in their eyes, and not some over seas spectacular. The internet smarkies, who can't appreciate a damn thing are buzzing over the possibility of a few names that they have been throwing around on the web, but really they are waiting impatiently as well. The lights are dim, and the arena is foggy, smelling of popcorn, and spilled beer, not to mention the fact that some fans are already beginning to stir. The lights finally go out, causing an eruption in the audience, and a countdown clock appears on the screen. For some fans this means nothing - that is - the fans that are just tuning into the EWA as their first entertainment scene. However, some fans know what is next, and they start a huge buzz over the crowd. Some fans choose not to speculate, because speculation makes a fool out of everyone. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - and BOOM! The fans are getting more sure by the second, but still, they wait -until JERICHO is flashed on the screen. The fans are in an uproar now, droning out the sound of the new arrivals theme music with their "Y2J" chants. The fans finally collapse in relief as the Hilite of the Night steps onto the rampway, holding two Championship titles. The fans are in shock, because obviously, nothing has been said yet about there being a Champion of the EWA. Jericho spins around, wearing his white and black checkerboard pants, with matching vest. He walks further onto the ramp, asks for a microphone, and gives the attending crowd exactly what they want. "WELCOME TO... EWA IS JERICHO!! And look at all the people here tonight! Of course, it's a packed house, because these damn internet guys can't keep a secret. That's right, they ruin everything for everyone, but that is ok, because one thing they cannot ruin is my pride, and my talent. I am here in EWA, not as someone to put people over, and I am not here to be used as a midcarder. I am here because I am the Hilite.. of the night, and I am here because I want yet another Championship added to my resume! I came to EWA to give the fans what they want. I decided that I would not just grab the ball and go home, but that I would throw it back up and score another home run. I am the current and undefeated xWo Heavyweight Champion, and the current and undefeated UwF Heavyweight Champion. See these Championships, juniors? This means that I was, and still am the best in every aspect. I have gone toe to toe with the big boys of WCW, I have had an "attitude" in WWE, I was the Ayatollah of UwF, and the Living Legend of xWo, and EWA is just even more territory to add even more gold to my already prestigious waist. Now I was taking a look at the talent here in EWA, and the names Christian, Triple H, and hell, Al Snow popped up and kicked me in the ass. Christian, I thought, was gonna call it quits. I thought that after having those stints of jobberdom that he would just plain give it up. What has he ever done in his career besides get carried by Edge, Lance Storm and myself? What Championships has he earned? I have accomplished more here tonight than he has in the 8 years he has been wrestling, and DO NOT get me started on his haircut. I mean, not only can he not wrestle, it looks like someone rolled a drunk badger with an overbite over his noggin. For now, I will give him his room, let him do whatever he needs to do, but just as long as he stays the hell out of my way. Then we get to Triple H. The Game. I know what you fans are thinking. He comes on and his music should be changed to "Time to change the channel!!" I am sorry that you had to be bored to death with this guy for a good while before I debuted, but honestly there is nothing scarier than a man in his 30s asking men to "come play him". It's all about the Game, and how you cuddle? That is what it seems like to me right now. I am the Game-uh, come fondle my genitali-uh. Damn, that is creepier than Mae Young on margarita night during Happy Hour at Bennigans. He has the opportunity to wrestle me, but sorry, I am straight, and strictly professional - maybe Steve Austin can give your "two men" a power trip. Now, Al Snow. What a moron. Does he even know who he is? It seems to me like he wants to be one thing, tries to be another, and ends up being half of each, but the bad half. First he was Avatar, then he was a Rocker, then he was both rolled into a nutcase who talked to deer heads and packing peanuts. Then, just like a convicted criminal, he turned his entire life around from being "insane" to being a trainer of some sort. Who did he bring into this business? Maven? Christopher Nowinski? Oh - and let's not forget Linda Miles and Jackie "I can't wrestle worth a hill of sawdust" Gayda. When its time, its time. But Al's time was in the beforetimes - in the long long ago. This is my era. This is the era of the ego. The era where Chris Jericho runs rampant from fed to fed, taking Championships, taking the ladies, and taking risks to do what I love to do. Win, win, and win some more. And before I forget - tonight is the last night of the EWA you knew - because now ... it will NEVER... EEEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEER BE THE SAME.... A-GAIN!!" Jericho drops the mic, and listens to the crowd chant his name over and over before he steps back into the curtains again. The questions have been answered, and the Living Legend is here. What is in store for EWA now?