Losing Streak
That's the fourth time I'm hearing RVD's (yes, it's the
thumbs guy) theme music playing at the end of my matches with him. I've had
four up to date, if you count this tag-team match-up between myself and The
Rock against he and Shane McMahon.
I can't believe this. Maybe that's because my head is so
freaking hurting so hard from that chair shot he gave me and my eyes are
stinging like hell from the blood getting into them. Argh. Bet I'll have yet
another concussion by tomorrow.
But
then again I'm not going to delude myself. Face it Jericho, even if you were
completely clearheaded and un-blind, you'd still know that you've just lost to
Rob Van Dam. Again.
Yeah,
he's one hell of a tough opponent; I'll give him that. Yeah, he's received a
great deal of help from Stephanie McMa-HO-n-Helmsley, there's no doubt about
that. But that doesn't excuse the fact that I've lost. This time, even with The
Rock, I've lost.
Admit
it 'O Great Y2J', you've screwed up yet again.
The
last few times, I'd made the mistake of going after that ho Stephanie when I
should have been concentrating on my fight. This time it was hitting my
tag-team partner with the chair by mistake (because I couldn't see through my
bloodied vision).
What
the hell's wrong with me? Sure, I hate that bitch queen Stephanie. I'm no fan
of Vince McMahon, but the way she and Shane treats their father… no matter how
much of a bastard he is, that's no excuse for their betrayal. And yes, I think
that spoilt little rich-girl brat should be put in her place. So I am justified
in how I treat her.
But
at the expense of my matches and my career?
My
last successful stunt was the one during my match-up with Rhyno at Summerslam
just 2 months ago… Now that was a hoot. She slapped me and I got even by
submitting her to a kiss (once again, at my own expense. Trust me, kissing The
Billion-dollar Princess is every bit as disgusting and repulsive as it sounds,
if not more so). But almost all my
other stunts with her end up with me losing the match. My first forced kiss
cost me a chance at King Of The Ring last year; my pursuit of Steph the day
after Summerslam ended up with (no) Test(icles)'s Big Boot in my face; and to
date, my last three match-ups against RVD so resulted in my forfeiting each
match and ending up victim to his Five-Star Frog Splashes (what kind of a
stupid name is that anyway?) or whatever other finisher he'd use on me…
Story
of my life.
They're
carting me away to EMT now. I hope The Rock's all right. I deliver a pretty
powerful chair shot… perhaps comparable to the Con-Chair-tos given by the
dysfunctional Edge & Christian brothers. But I'll bet he's definitely in
better shape than I am. Ow. Wonder if he blames me for screwing up our match? I
would.
Hell,
I blame myself.
…Y2J,
Chris Jericho. All these fans, my Jerichoholics, come out here Mondays and
Thursdays to support me, and every time I screw up and allow my emotions to
take over, I disappoint them. Sure, Steph gets her just-deserts. Sure, the
crowd from Jerichoholics to Kirk Angel to Rock supporters get entertained, but
at the expense of my career.
Man,
I really hope my luck changes after this night.
No,
I hope that I change tonight. Have to remember that no matter how much that
McMahon-Helmsley ho and her Wonder Boy brother piss the hell out of me, I have
to stay cool. I have to stay focused.
And
maybe, just maybe, I can break this losing streak.