Tuesday, 03 September 2013 13:16
I was in Anaheim at the North American Music Merchants Convention, which is where all the bands go and do signing for whoever it is that you’re endorsed by, and it’s a really giant convention thing. Afterwards, it’s just like a huge party. I was with M. Shadows from Avenged (Sevenfold), a really good friend of mine, and with a couple other guys from Avenged as well. We got completely plastered and loaded, and it ended up with me demanding that Matt’s friend let me kiss him on the lips. I wouldn't leave the car, and finally when I did leave the car I chased him around the car and then jumped on the hood of the car and wouldn't let him leave. Then the cops were called, and they were gonna arrest me. I was like “If I get arrested and thrown in the drunk bank tonight and miss the Royal Rumble, I’m probably gonna be in pretty big trouble.” So I stopped what I was doing, got in the car, and as we were driving away I punched him in the face as hard as I could. It was just like the worst feeling; everyone was so mad at me, and Shadows was like “You can’t punch guys in the face!” I felt awful. I woke up about an hour later and I had to go catch a flight, but I felt bad because I punched Shadows’ friend in the face, so I called that guy and apologized. Then my flight was delayed. I finally landed in Phoenix, got ready in one of the crew buses, and went out and wrestled for 48 minutes. So yes, that is how Jericho rolls.