WWE Monday Night RAW1993

The Rock:
[challenging the Big Show] Tonight, in front of all The Rock's fans, you will go one on one with the Great One! And go on and check your big, fat ass directly into the SmackDown Hotel!

[the "Countdown to the Millennium" clock appears on the TitanTron, counts down, and "Break Down the Walls" hits]

Chris Jericho:
Welcome to "Raw is Jericho"! And I am the new millennium for the World Wrestling Federation. Now, for those of you who don't know me, I am Chris Jericho, your...

[the audience starts to boo]

Chris Jericho:
Your new hero, your party host, and most importantly, the most charismatic showman to ever enter your living rooms via a television screen. And for those of you know do know me, well, all hail the Ayatollah of Rock and Roll-a! Now, when you think of the new millennium, you think of an event so gigantic that it changes the course of history. You think of a dawning of a new era.

[the crowd begins a "Rocky" chant]

Chris Jericho:
Thank you. Thank you. And a new era is what this once proud and profitable company sorely needs. What was once a captivating, trendsetting program has now deteriorated into a clich? - let's be honest, boring - snoozefest that is in dire need of a knight in shining armor. And that's why I'm here. Chris Jericho has come to save the World Wrestling Federation. Now, let's go over the facts. Television ratings, downward spiral. Pay-per-view buyrates, plummeting. Mainstream acceptance, nonexistent. And reactions of the live crowds, complete and utter silence. And I know why you're silent. You're silent because you're embarrassed to be here. And quite honestly, I'm embarrassed for you. And the reason why you're embarrassed is because of the steady stream of uninteresting, untalented, mediocre "sports entertainers" who you're forced to cheer for and care for. No wonder you're not cheering. You could care less about every single idiot in that dressing room, and especially this idiot in the center of the ring.

[points at The Rock]

Chris Jericho:
You people have been lead to believe that mediocrity is excellence. Uh-uh. Jericho is excellence. And now, for the first time in history, you have a man who can entertain you. You have a man who is good enough for you. You have a man who can make you jump up off your chairs, raise your filthy, fat little hands in the air, and scream "Go, Jericho, go! Go, Jericho, go! Go, Jericho, go!"

[the crowd starts a "go, Jericho, go" chant]

Chris Jericho:
Thank you. The new millennium has arrived. And now that the Y2J problem is here, this company, from the front office idiots to all the amateurs in the dressing room, including this one...

[points at The Rock in the ring again]

Chris Jericho:
...to everybody watching tonight will never, e-e-e-e-ever be the same again!

The Rock:
After three boring minutes, The Rock says know your role and shut your mouth!

[the crowd cheers]

The Rock:
How dare you little jabroni come on The Rock's show and not even have the class to introduce yourself? What is your name?

Chris Jericho:
I told you...

The Rock:
[interrupting] IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!

[the crowd cheers]

The Rock:
The Rock says you talk about your Y2J plan? Well, The Rock has a little plan of his own, and it's called the KY Jelly plan! Which...

[the audience cheers again]

The Rock:
Which means The Rock is gonna lube his size 13 boot real good, turn that sumbitch sideways, and stick it straight up your candy ass! IF YOU SMELLLLLLL WHAT THE ROCK... IS COOKING!