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My Foreword to The Best in the World, At What I Have No Idea by Chris Jericho

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Back in February, Chris Jericho opened up a very cool contest where fans would write in their own bonus foreword to his third and latest autobiography. Well the book, “The Best in the World, At What I Have No Idea” was officially released today and to mark the occasion, here is my submission, which obviously didn’t make the cut. Nonetheless it was an awesome, interactive and fun thing of Jericho to do, and I can’t wait to read it myself.

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Chris Jericho. What can you write about Chris Jericho, that hasn’t already been written? What can you say about Y2J, that hasn’t already been said? What can you exuberantly express about the Ayatollah of ROCK AND ROLLAH, that hasn’t already been expressed? Well, I guess the best place to start is the beginning.
 

The first time I ever saw Chris Jericho, was not having a classic match in a sweaty, dingy ECW arena, nor wowing Asia with his high flying in Japan. It wasn’t even breaking hearts in Mexico, or carrying the shambles of a company that was WCW in the mid to late 90s. It was at Fully Loaded 2000.
 
Yeah, that’s right, my first experience of seeing one of my all time favourite wrestlers compete was during a period in his career that he covered in his SECOND autobiography; Undisputed. Does that make me any less of a fan, a shadow of a Jerichoholic even? I don’t think so, as watching that VHS tape in 2000 opened my eyes to one of the true greats, though perhaps one of the most underrated, sure fire Hall of Famers ever. I don’t feel like Jericho will ever get the full credit he deserves. In a business that is ever changing, he managed to continue to reinvent himself and keep his character fresh in a way that has kept his fanbase loyal, and loving.
 
One of the greatest promo guys in wrestling, who can juggle goofy comedy, fun entertainment and the serious heel business with ease. A great wrestler, an innovator, and a consumate performer in every sense of the word. He follows in the foot steps of Shawn Michaels as one of the very select few who had it all, the true all rounder. In the following 14 years I’ve watched Jericho put on classic match after classic match, from big PPVs to RAW matches sandwhiched in the middle of the card. When he’s out there, you know you’re going to get your money’s worth every single time, and I don’t know how many wrestlers you can really say that about, honestly.
 
As much as I love wrestling, writing and storytelling was my first real passion, and with A Lion’s Tale, Chris crafted an incredible book. I have a lot of respect for people who can really write a great book on their life. Sometimes autobiographies can dance the fine line between an interesting story told well, and stroking their own ego. Hell, sometimes autobiographies dance the fine line, piss all over it and can’t walk down it backwards afterwards, which, funnily enough, sounds a bit like one of Chris’ alcohol fuelled stories.[note: what the hell was I thinking with that one?] Undisputed only further solidified his writing as stellar in my eyes and throughout both books I’ve laughed, fought back tears and even feel my jaw drop at times.
 
If you’re reading this and you haven’t already read the two books that have preceded it, you kind of need to read those too. The chapter about Chris’ final moment with his mother is one of the most raw, honest, and heartbreaking things I’ve ever read. He treats the craziest stories with a wild abandon, and yet touches on the more real, emotional memories of his life with an admirable touch of delicacy and sensitivity. I am a huge fan of Chris Jericho the wrestler, but I’m a much bigger fan of the man Chris Irvine.
 
He tells it like it is, and will no doubt do the same here. Chris is a man of unbelievable passion, dedication and creativity. I can only hope to pour as much of myself into something I love as he has done to numerous pursuits throughout his life. Whenever I hear the term “renaissance man” I genuinely can’t help but think of him. Whether it’s in a 20×20 wrestling ring entertaining the millions around the world, or on a stage rocking a raucous crowd with his music, he always gives it his all. Like all creative outputs in life, not everything works, and no one is perfect.
 
Yet hardly anyone will put themselves out there so much, in the hope of capturing or creating something special, and I’ve got to say, Chris is one of the rare exceptions. As an author, and now a podcast host, he has further stretched his wings of entertainment and talent, almost creating a franchise out of himself in the process. If you want to make it in life, there’s not many better success stories than the career of Chris Jericho.
 
I’ve never met Chris, but hope to one day, just to simply thank him for all the years of dedication he has poured into his wrestling and writing. In particular his amazing job in his feuds with the Heartbreak Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. I wrote a huge three part article on their two key feuds that I was very proud of, and it remains my favourite wrestling rivalry ever. Any aspiring wrestler really needs to study that program, a masterclass in heated storytelling, which really makes a strong case for wrestling being considered art.
 
A lot of times these forms of art can serve not only to entertain but to distract you from the low moments we all go through. I really do think there’s some stock to be held in that, and Chris has certainly unwittingly helped me through some tougher times as I buried my head in one of his books. He inspired me as a young teenage wrestler, he continues to inspire me as a writer and will no doubt inspire me in many different ways to come.
 
In closing, going back to that fateful day in 2000 when I first popped in that video cassette in my piece of crap VCR, on my piece of crap square TV, just why did that match Jericho had against Triple H leave such a profound impression on me? Well, it’s simple really. It was pretty froot.
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