Imagine being Naito in that building and having to be all like "damn, Chris Jericho, I missed you so much, all cool with your dad bod and hairplugs. I would totally want another main event at the Dome against you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another mistress back in Japan. Like seriously imagine having to be Naito and not only come out that ramp while Jericho flaunts his non-existent charisma in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing his stretchmarks and sagging skin, and just sit there, second after second, minute after minute, while he looks at you. Not only having to tolerate his dumb looking face but his cocky attitude as all the trannies on the crowd goes HOLY SHIT and DAMN, I TOTALLY RECOGNIZED THAT THEME because they're not the ones who have to listen to him backstage acting friendly and giving out his "incredible" retarded ideas for the match you didn't think any person with more than two braincells could conceive of before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of fangirls and tiktok thots and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the bright lights in Tokyo. You've never even seen anything this fucking lame before, and you partnered with Yujiro for years, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his forehead as he acts afraid of you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in his "brilliant (for that is what he calls himself)" acting, the acting he worked so hard for with gameshow producers a decade ago. And then he subtly nods at you for your pre-planned pose, and you know you could choke the life out of this faggot before the security guards realized what was happening and put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're fucking Naito. You're not going to lose your CMLL tour with your Hermanos over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it
