A/N: Thanks to Sin (Sinfully Sined) for this idea, which I got from her list of story starters. The original idea for this was to write a chaptered fic featuring the Seven Deadly Sins, with each sin representing a particular wrestler. I figured I'd give it a shot. Please read and review—your reviews are very important to me and give me the inspiration to continue! That being said, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Pride—Chris Jericho

"Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall."—Proverbs 16:18

I am the best in the world at what I do.

You are all so quick to renounce this claim, instead arguing that John Cena or Batista, or even Shawn Michaels, the pompous hypocrite himself, are far better in this world of sports-entertainment than I am. That's fine; I expect that from you. You are all an assemblage of nothing more than liars and cheaters. You know that I am an honest man, a good man, and that is why you boo me. You can't stand the fact that someone other than your precious Cena garners so much attention. I think every single one of you is afraid that I'm going to be the one to unseat Cena from his throne as the golden boy of the WWE, forever. I have done it once, and I will do it again, and no amount of cheering will change that. You can all rest assured that when I say I am going to do something, I do it.

No one in the WWE even comes close to my level of skill or my passion for the business. Name me one person who has as much experience and is as well-versed in the ring as I am. I'm quite certain that none of you can say with confidence that John Cena would be on par with me in the ring. How you all cheered week after week for a man that only possesses an arsenal of five moves in his repertoire is beyond me.

You deny it now, but from the minute I departed from the WWE, each and every one of you wanted me to return. I teased my return for months, with promos and denials of returning every time I was questioned. But in the end, I felt like I had no choice to return. After all, you all demanded it, and I was all too happy to oblige.

I decided to return because you were all so desperate for a savior, a knight in shining armor—a person that would rescue you from the monotony you experienced from week to week. All of you were practically begging for someone to enlighten you, thrill you, and provide you with the entertainment you so desperately craved.

So I came back, eager to once again deliver that excitement to you, to be the Highlight of the Night, the Savior of the WWE, to entertain all of you. And at first, you greeted me with open arms. It felt like I was returning back to my home after being away for many years. But then January came, and my return was all but forgotten, when John Cena made his return at the Royal Rumble. Like the pathetic, mindless sheep that you are, you all abandoned the one person whose sole purpose was to provide you with nothing less than what you deserved—an entertainer who could evoke excitement and passion in you, one who could bring out feelings that you hadn't experienced in ages. You were all desperate for that, and I was all too eager to deliver. But I slowly began to realize that you people really didn't want that. You immediately changed the tune once John Cena returned.

I have never lied to any of you—I don't lie. I always do what I set out to accomplish, be it winning the World Heavyweight Championship (twice this year, I should add), becoming the first ever Undisputed Champion by beating The Rock and Stone Cold in the same night, or otherwise. Even when the odds are stacked against me, I come out on top. You should all praise me for my tenacity, because after all, I am the most talented person, the most skilled showman, on the roster. Each week, I'm put into matches with people who couldn't wrestle at a four-year-old child's birthday party—John Cena, Batista, and many others—and yet you all manage to find them entertaining. I deserve all the credit for that, because I make those generic Superstars look like they can wrestle.

Yet no matter what I do, no matter how hard I give my all week after week, you all ostracize me and boo me and say that I'm a jerk, that I win by cheap means, and that I need to go away. I don't know if that's pure stupidity on the part of all you fans, but you should be lauding me for what I do. After all, I am the best in the world at what I do, and I am easily the best in the WWE.

I hate it, but I hope you guys enjoy =) The next chapter should be up soon!