A lot has happened since we last left Chris Jericho and the WWE. Triple H was still the champion, and Stone Cold had retired temporarily from wrestling. The new Co-General Manager was appointed as Mick Foley and on SmackDown, Stephanie McMahon had lost her hold as General Manager to Paul Heyman. The McMahon's had pretty much taken themselves out of the spotlight and storylines of the WWE to work backstage, but just because Chris is part of the family now doesn't mean that he's giving it up.

"Welcome to, the Highlight Reel!"

Chris stood in the middle of the ring of his talk show set, before a loud, fully cheering crowd at another sold out show. He was still the main attraction on Raw and as of late, he'd been having a feud with one Mark Henry. A few weeks ago on the last PPV, Chris had been put into a triple threat title match with Mark Henry and Randy Orton for the Intercontinental Title. Henry was the champ, but thanks to Chris, he lost the belt to Randy. Now Evolution had two championships and Evolution was the key target of none other than Theodore Long.

"Now let me holla at, you, playa!" Chris said into the mic as he began to call out his special guests for that evening. "I know you guys aren't one too much to go to a bookstore and pick up a dictionary, but if you ever get a chance to look up 'that's life', you let me know. I am so sick and tired of hearing you to whine and cry like a couple of spoiled little baby brats! You win, you loose, its how you play the game. If you want a fight, you're looking at the wrong person, I didn't pin you for the title win, Randy Orton did. So why don't you go back to your little squabble with Evolution and let me get on with my life, because frankly, I don't give a dam about you. So why don't you come on out here and settle this like a man, the sooner we get this over with, the better."

And with that, Mark Henry's music hit and he came out with Teddy Long. Mark glared coldly and angrily down to the ring at Chris. He fumed and snorted heavily like a caged wild animal. But Teddy held a mic in hand and as he led his chained monster down the ramp, he spoke back at Chris.

"Now let me holla at ya, playa." He began and Chris dropped his hands to the side and looked at the audience, nodding his head and rolling his eyes. "We don't be takin too kindly to the way yous be treatin us. Now just because we aint all the same race don't mean we gotta start to discriminate. You come from 'the great white north', they don't get any whiter than you white boy, ya feel me?" The crowd booed and jeered heavily as the two mounted the steps and entered the ring. Mark and Chris looked at each other while Teddy began to circle around. "So if you don't mind, Mark Henry here will be takin his anger out on you and you'd better be one to enjoy it because it don't get any better of a privilege to be retired by this true champion."

Teddy lowered the mic and Mark growled as he began to advance on Chris, but he held up his hands and began to take a few steps back, realizing he had to think fast and talk smart to get out of this mess. Last week, he had a match with Kane and had gotten pretty banged up, he was still a little sore, and he didn't want to jeopardize anything with the upcoming Armageddon pay per view. Chris had been backed up to the corner turnbuckle and had an angry Mark Henry breathing hot hurricane winds down his face. He spoke nervously, trying to get out of this fast because he knew he had little time.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now take it easy big fella. I know for a fact what a monster you can be in the ring. Why do you waste your time with me when you could be going after Randy Orton?" Chris's words caused Mark to growl, he was facing Batista at Armageddon, Batista was Randy Orton's tag team partner. "Don't blame me for your loss, if you want to blame anyone other than yourself, blame Randy, he's the champ. What do I have that you could possibly want? I don't want any trouble from you. I know if I get another one of your animal beatings tonight, I'll have to walk around with a cane at the age of forty. Could you just imagine?"

Chris began to walk around the ring like an old man with a cane. The crowd laughed at his humorous display and even Mark and Teddy looked in confused amusement. Chris smiled with relief to himself, he had used another comedy act routine to get himself out of trouble, and now it was time to make his exit. But just then, the flame pyros shot out and Kane's music began. Chris froze in his tracks as Kane appeared on the stage and began to walk down to the ring. Sensing danger, Teddy and Mark got out of the ring and slid off to the side. Chris tried to back up in time, but Kane made his way swiftly down the ramp and slid into the ring, backing Chris up against the ropes. Chris gulped and slowly lifted the mic to his face, staring down, or rather up to, Kane.

"Well, hey there, if it isn't the big red machine everybody, give him a hand." Chris said shakily as he clapped, but the crowd reacted heatedly towards Kane, this made him angry. Chris sighed, that wasn't helping. He smiled meekly, "What brings you out to my show Kane?"

"Perhaps you recall our little encounter last week." Kane growled heavily.

"Why yes, I do." Chris nodded quickly.

"After beating you down, I warned you, ever make fun of me and I'll come after you and wring your neck out."

"But, but I didn't....."

"Walking around at forty with a Kane, are you making fun of me? What are you implying!"

"Kane, no, no you got me all wrong. It was just a joke, I'm not calling you gay...."

"I told you, never, make fun of me!"

Enraged, Kane grabbed Chris by the neck. He cried out as Kane lifted him up into the air and held him there for half a minute, but what seemed like five, before delivering a spine shattering choke slam, causing the ring to shake. The four corner pyros shot up as Kane stood over Chris's limp, twitching body in the ring. Satisfied temporarily with his work, he flips over the ropes and leaves the ring with his twisted smile. When the lights turn back on, Mark and Teddy get back into the ring and stare down at Chris. One to kick a man while he's down, Mark begins the attack, adding insult to injury. After getting his fill, Mark follows Teddy back backstage to prepare for his confrontation with Batista this Sunday.

Commercial. After the break.....

Kane was in the back room with Bishoff, demanding a match for the PPV, "I had warned Jericho never to make fun of me again!" Kane was yelling down at the terrified co-gm who cowered and dared not even to look up at the angry beast. "I want his scrawny carcass this Sunday at Armageddon. I'll use him to show to the world, if you play with fire, you get burned. And what a better way to end his career, than by doing it at Armageddon. His career is his life, so ultimately, I will end Chris Jericho's life!"

"Ok alright." Bishoff final spoke up. He cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure. "You can have Chris Jericho at Armageddon this Sunday."

"Good." Kane snorted but the smiled again, he laughed as he made his way out of the room.

Eric sighed with relief, shaking his head to himself, "I'd sure hate to be Chris Jericho right now."

Meanwhile, elsewhere backstage.....

Evolution was discussing current events dealing with them and what was about to take place on the pay per view this coming Sunday. Randy was saying, "Dam that Chris Jericho, he's causing more and more heat between me and Mark Henry. It's up to you to take care of him at Armageddon, Batista."

"You can count on me." Batista growled, flexing.

"And remember." Ric Flair stepped forward. "Remember what Bishoff said. If you win, then come Royal Rumble, you two will be entered in the tag team turmoil to determine the number one contender for the tag team titles."

"Oh yea." Randy laughed. Batista nodded his head, growling happily through his toothy grin.

"And you do know what that means then." The trio turned to their leader, Triple H. He approached them, lifting the title onto his shoulder. "Evolution will then have all of the titles, making us an even more so unstoppable force. We can run this company, just like I ran the company back in the days of Degeneration-X."

"Woo!" The Nature Boy began to strut.

Triple H turned to Batista and Randy Orton, "Now we have to take out all who stand in our way as an opposable threat. And who do we have in mind to consider?"

"Well, just Mark Henry....." Randy began to think. "But this is all because of Jericho, we should take him out too."

"Ah, Chris Jericho. Yes, we've had quite a past with that guy now haven't we?" Triple H began to think, rubbing his thumb and index finger against his chin. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "I got it. Come on guys, follow me." Triple H led his trio of minions out of their locker room.

Later that night.....

Chris was in the locker room talking to the new tag team champions, Christian and Matt Hardy. They had united and defeated the Dudley Boys in a spectacular table match at the last PPV. Raw was nearing the end and the cameras were off in the back, the three could talk to each other out of character.

"So what do you think of the storylines going on now hu?" Chris was saying.

"I dunno. I think it's great that we'll fight Randy and Batista at WrestleMania." Matt replied.

"Yea, they're great in the ring. How about you and Kane?" Christian asked.

"We've had some great work in the past, I'm looking forward to this again." Chris winced slightly.

"You ok?" Matt asked.

"Yea." Chris smirked. "I also forgot what it was like to be beaten up by Kane again."

Christian and Matt couldn't help but laugh, but Chris could sense something bad was going to happen, and he didn't like what he was feeling, only he didn't know what it was trying to tell him.

Wow, what's in store for Chris on Raw this time? First Mark Henry, then Kane, and now Evolution. Man whatever's coming next, he's sure gonna be in a whole mess of trouble!