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Chris Jericho looked across the ring at his opponent. Tanahashi smirked, his IWGP championship draped over his shoulder. Tanahashi handed the belt to the referee as the bell rang, the match underway.

Tanahashi raised his arms and shouted, "Boom!" as he charged. A wide swing from Jericho caught him in the gut - Tanahashi folded in a heap. His grip on the belt slipped - and in an instant he was down on the mat.

Jericho grinned in triumphant delight. The crowd cheered, then sighed, then cheered again, still on the edge.

Tanahashi quickly rushed Jericho, taking him down to the mat.

"You're mine tonight," he growled, starting to connect his hands around Jericho's neck.

He covered Jericho's face and forced the man to close his eyes - but Jericho reached up and grabbed the exposed side of his head, letting an elbow connect with one of Tanahashi's eyes, then the other.

Tanahashi cried out in pain. He struggled to respond.

Jericho jumped to his feet and grabbed a steel chair from the crowd.

He swung it, knocking Tanahashi back into the ropes with the back of his knee. "What's wrong with you?" Jericho shouted into his face, pointing his finger. "You're supposed to be the best!"

Tanahashi was backing away, clutching his face. Jericho swung his leg into his gut, knocking him back into the ropes. "Why are you here?" Jericho

Tanahashi gasped, and replied "I am here to show the world that I am the Ace". He rushed Jericho and hit him with a Slingblade.

Jericho weaved underneath Tanahashi's kick, avoiding the rest. He gave Tanahashi backhanded headbutts before ramming his shoulder into Tanahashi's face. Jericho pounced as Tanahashi stumbled.

He dove forward, tearing Tanahashi's shirt before shoulder taking him down. Jericho popped straight up and went for the cover.

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