If I'm A "b Player," That's Because

All Right, New York City! Welcome To Madison... Square... Jericho! And After Tonight, When I Become The True, Undisputed Intercontinental Champion, The Jerichoholics Of The Big Apple Will Throw A Celebration Party That Will Make The Millennium Bash In Times Square Look Like My Sister's Seventh Birthday Party! It'll Be A Celebration So Huge, So Grandiose, So Spectacular, That It Will Never, Eeeeeeeever, Be Forgotten Again!

Fake Is Not A Word I Like To Use Because There's Nothing Fake About What I Do. It's A Show, It's A Predetermined Outcome; We're Putting On A Television Drama, Action, Comedy, Whatever You Want To Call It - But It's Not Fake. Fake Would Be If I Was Just About To Take A Body Slam, And My Stuntman Did It. Fake Would Be If I Was Going To Take A Chair Shot To The Head, And The Chair Was Made Of Rubber. I'll Tell The World That It's A Show, But I Hate The Word Fake. It's Such An Unfair Term To Us.

You Can't Wrestle Forever. It's A Very Physically Taxing Job. There's No Doubt About It. Physically, And More Importantly, Mentally.

You'll Never, Eever, Be The Same, Again!

We Both Liked The Idea But Couldn't Figure Out A Way To Get Up To The Roof. Vince Had Just Seen The Spider-man Movie And Suggested We Shoot Webs Out Of Our Wrists And Swing Up There. We Asked Vince Not To Contribute Any More Ideas.