Losing Streak

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.