A/N: I hate serious Jericho.
Jericho
Fragile Walls
Chapter 1
Am I more than just an amazing head of hair? Possibly not. It saddens me that the legacy of my on-the-top ponytail may live on longer than the legacy of my wrestling abilities and championship runs. Gone are the days of me being remembered as the first ever Undisputed Championship. Instead, losses to John Cena and title shots to Playboy Bunnies have replaced them.
It's a sad thing that professional wrestling has become.
I could quite possibly be the most colorful man to ever don a pair of spandex tights, or in the middle of my second run in the WWE, spandex tights. My sparkles are an ode to my colorful delight. But do I even deserve to go on?
I've been loved for most of my career. The end of the first run and the second run seem to have something in common: I've been hated.
Professional wrestling fans are a funny breed of humans, to be honest. They are the most hypocritical beings on earth. This shall tie into my previous statement of being hated. I was loved to no end during my first run. Y2J this and Y2J that. But then, I hit a road block aptly named John Cena. And as I feuded him, I was hated. Being hated was new territory for me. Even if I quoted some things I said when everyone loved me, I'd still get booed. What was the deal with that? And he "ended" my career in the WWE so I could pursue other options, as in writing and music.
But then you sorry people got bored with the monotony called John Cena. Everything was the same.
You prayed that he never really ended my career. You hoped that you would wake up one day to see Ayatollah back on your screens, the King of the World back to rule your personal lives.
And that day came. I delivered. Jericho never fails.
So, I was loved for a while. I wanted to push my limits to see how faithful the realm of the Jerichoholics really was. But then I was forced into a storyline with quite possibly the greatest showman of all time, Shawn Michaels. Needless to say, I had the deck stacked against me, there.
It was a quick lesson for me to learn. No matter how awesome you think you are, there's always someone better. I had always thought that I was always that better person.
How wrong I was, on more than one account.
Canadians always stick together. That's been the motto of myself and two of the most awesome guys I've ever met: Edge and Christian. We've been the best of friends through thick and thin.
Ever have a best friend stab you in the back, but yet you go on like nothing ever really happened?
Such is the tale of Edge and Jericho in recent years, after Christian was gone and no one cared about us anymore.