|Don't you look at me like that, you SOB|
He came out in a coat that would make Joseph,with his amazing technicolor dreamcoat jealous, runs around, does his old school "Lionheart" pose with fans, grabs a mic, doesn't say a word, makes each side of the house scream to his whim. soaks it all in, drops the mic. does some cheering, gets out of the ring, grabs a camera for Jericam, goes to the ramp, sucks up to each side of the house, smiles real big, and goes backstage. That was it. He didn't explain the videos, didn't call anyone out, didn't explain who "she" was, nothing.
I processed all that and then I went to the other camp. The camp of Chris Jericho just went from welcomed hero to reviled in 12 minutes, and did it in a such a way that very few performers today could have pulled off that you have to consider it genius. He didn't blow all the interest of his arrival by standing in the ring and saying, "Hey, I'm mad that all these kids have been copying everything I have done in my career(which they have, but that is another post altogether).So I'm going after CM Punk and anyone else who I think has stolen what was mine.". No that is what we, the instant gratification generation, wanted. He played us like a fiddle. Whether you still hate this segment or you love it one thing is sure, you WANT to know what, who, and why and you will be tuning in to find out. That is why Chris Jericho did everything perfectly. I just wasn't ready to care again.