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I Never Second-guess Myself. I Could Wrestle You Right Now And I Know We'd Have A Good Match. Right Now. Let's Go To The Ring And Don't Even Worry About It, Let's Go. Madison Square Garden. Let's Do It. Once You Feel That Way, Nothing Can Bring You Down, Nothing Can Stop You.

Welcome To Raw Is Jericho! And I Was Just Listening To Your List Of Problems And Grievances That You Have With All My Jerichoholics, And I Have A Solution - And That Solution Is To Shut The Hell Up. But Finally, Al Snow, Tomorrow People Will Be Acknowledging You - They Will Be Talking About The Greatest Moment Of '99 - They'll Be Talking About The Night That Al Snow Was Brutally Beaten By The Ayatollah Of Rock N Rolla.

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.

An Ordinary Day. I Get Up Early, Drive To The Airport, From There Driving To The Arena Where We Wrestle. Then If We Have A Show I Will Take Another Plane For My Destination. Otherwise I Will Take A Plane To Return Home And Fall In Bed Very, Very Late.

X-pac, I Always Thought You Were A Greasy Haired, Cheesey Bandana Wearing Asshole That Wore Green And Black Tights. I Now Think You Are A Greasy Haired, Cheesey Bandana Wearing Asshole That Wears Purple And Black Tights.