Chris Jericho is the biggest charlatan in wrestling history. A con artist who tricked gullible masses into believing he was anything more than a milquetoast opening act.

He is an incredibly sub-par wrestler who’s only matches that can be considered good were total carry jobs by far superior workers.

He’s a dreadful promo with no subtlety, nuance, or heart. He just regurgitates the same tired lines over and over in his cringeworthy rockstar voice because he’s the definition of a one trick pony.

He was never a draw. Nobody ever paid for a ticket to see Chris Jericho. If he was on the card, they were almost certainly there to see someone else.

He was never over. His theme music and catchphrases were over, not him. If you stripped away his crutches all you would get is a pathetic, crippled mess that you would walk past on the street. And these catchphrases weren’t even good. They were generic dudebro shock jock ramblings mixed with a healthy dose of misogynist slut-shaming.

He’s always had a terrible look, resembling a Costco cashier with laughable aspirations of being a rock singer as he scans eggs. Compared to his contemporaries in his “prime” like The Rock and Triple H, he looked like a joke.

Ask yourself: do you REALLY like Jericho, or are you simply trying to convince yourself he’s good because he made you giggle as a child. When you strip away his flimsy gimmicks he is truly a nondescript non entity.

In ring: he’s no Misawa.
On the mic: he’s no Punk.
Star power: he’s no Hogan.
Look wise: he’s no Cena.

The only thing Chris Jericho is the GOAT at is leeching off better talent.

Break the walls down and you find there’s nothing on the other side.