The Best in the World: At What I Have No Idea
Chris Jericho
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 1592409431
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The New York Times bestselling author, WWE champion, international rock star, and over-the-top media personality returns with a hilarious memoir of his adventures in the worlds of pro wrestling, music, and showbiz.
In The Best in the World, Chris Jericho treats his fans to a completely uncensored chronicle of his misadventures within WWE rings and onstage with his band, Fozzy. Written with his trademark self-effacing humor, this memoir is laced with behind-the-scenes looks at the preposterous situations he’s all too prone to get himself into, including incredible stories about his dealings with WWE head honcho Vince McMahon; his feuds with Rey Mysterio and CM Punk; his legendary battle with Shawn Michaels; how he took one on the chin from Mike Tyson and Mickey Rourke; his encounters with pop culture icons such as Ozzy Osbourne, Lorne Michaels, Slash, James Hetfield, and Bob Barker; and his six-week stint on Dancing with the Stars.
But whether Chris is enjoying success or falling on his face, Jerichoholics worldwide will come away from this book agreeing on one thing: Chris is the best in the world...at providing yet another hugely entertaining read!
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Twenty-minute set filled with pure energy and less talk, more rock. It was all the time they needed and I wanted Fozzy to have the same seek-and-destroy attitude. The Shinedown guys respected our work ethic and dug our sound and I spent most of my nights after the show riding around in golf carts with guitarist Zach Myers. He had a skeleton key that started the carts in all of the venues across the U.S. and we’d cruise the woods surrounding the amphitheaters, scouting out the hidden graveyards.
Idea might work. But there was one major problem. “Does he own his name?” I’m not sure of the specifics, but apparently when Ricky got divorced, his ex-wife somehow ended up with the rights to the name Ricky Steamboat and kept it. Ricky hadn’t wrestled in years, but if he ever decided to get back in the ring, it seems he’d have to change his name to Rookie “The Dagger” Sweatboat or Rocky “The Draggin’” Streamfloat. So even though Vince liked the idea, we had to obtain further nomenclature.
In da club throwing down cocktails, when I saw Wise Chad standing next to a sweet-lookin’ mama with a face like a gent and a pair of boobs bigger than his head. He was chatting her up with some of his best lines. “What type of camera lenses do you like to use?” he asked. Funbags Flanagan stared at him blankly and changed the subject quickly. “So where are you from?” she asked, her chin resting on her mammaries. “Yorkton, Saskatchewan,” he replied wisely. “I used to dance there.” “Oh,.
Really! What kind of dancing? Ukranian?” Tits McGhee looked perplexed and disappeared into the crowd. Chad, never one to give up easily, decided to jump up on the table to show off HIS dancing skills, which were most definitely of the Ukranian variety. (This was one of the few unwise decisions he ever made in his life.) He drew quite a crowd with his hybrid moves that combined traditional Ukranian Koloneku with modern-day Krunking. He had just done a leaping Cossack kick straight into a dirty.
You actually have legs, Larry. I thought you were just a talking torso.”) and off he went. The whole thing took ten minutes, but I still felt like a shit sandwich and needed some fresh air. I propped myself against the wall of the arena and closed my eyes to clear some of the cobwebs out of my head. When I opened them up, Lindsay Lohan was standing beside me, smoking a cigarette. With her reddish-blond hair and devil-may-care attitude, she was looking kind of right. She was there for a.