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The next week. Monday Night Raw. As per usual, Triple H came out accompanied by Flair to bore everyone…
"In case some people don't know, or just forgot, LET ME TELL YOU WHO THE HELL I AM! I. AM. THE GAME! And when you are The Game, you deserve respect, this World Championship belt, and the fear of all those below you. And that includes Rob Van-" The fans suddenly rose in volume. "Shut up. As I was saying, that includes Rob Van Dam, Bubba Ray Dudley, and Chris Jericho. I took care of Bubba, and I was going to put RVD out of action permanently! But for some reason, that has-been-No, that NEVER-WAS Jericho stuck his nose in my business! I thought the little punk would have learned by now that when you play The Game, you always lose! Were the Wrestlemania and the Judgement day beatings not enough for you, Chris? Well, if you want more, I've got plenty left to give-"
Just then, the Y2J countdown commenced, leading to Jericho's Forceable Entry theme playing as he came out. To a surprisingly loud reaction he put the mic to his mouth.
"You'll have to forgive me. It's been a while since I've done this: Triple H, will YOU PLEASE, SHUT. THE HELL. UP!" He paused for the crowd's reaction. " Honestly, who cares about what you did in the past? You won the title at Wrestlemania. Big deal. I was the very first Undisputed Champion of the World! Thus, cementing my status as a true LIVING LEGEND and KING…OF THE WORLD!" The crowd groaned at Jericho's statement, but he just smirked.

 "But I'm getting off the point. You're wondering why I helped out Rob Van Dam last week. Well it wasn't anything to do with liking him. No Junior, it was all about HATING you! I may not like RVD, but I sure as hell don't have any way near as much hatred for him as I do for you! And, there's another reason. I'm Intercontinental champion right now, and that's all very good. But, I want better. I WANT that World Title you have right now. And I know that as long as you have The Nature Bitch-" the crowd laughed, infuriating Flair. "-In your corner, my chances may be a little bit doubtful, and that's why I've decided to offer a deal to Rob Van Dam. I know he wants a rematch for the title, so it's my idea that we'll watch each other's backs until one of us gets the title. Then we'll give the other a Title Shot. I haven't got an answer from him yet, but something tells me he'll agree, which is why I'm going to come down that ramp and show you why I am a TRUE LIVING LEGEND!"

With that, Jericho dropped the microphone and started down the ramp. Triple H and Flair eagerly beckoned him to come, but were seemingly oblivious to the crowd's sudden rise in volume. The Game turned round to suddenly get knocked of his feet by a flying martial arts kick from RVD off of the top rope! Y2J slid into the ring and started to trade blows with Flair. Triple H, battled back, rocking RVD with several stiff punches, but The Whole F'n show ducked the last one and took him down again with a legsweep. Triple H rolled onto the apron, but Jericho pulled off a springboard dropkick, sending The World's Heavyeight Champion to the arena floor, as Van Dam clotheslined The Nature Boy out of the ring simultaneously!

The new duo stood alone in the ring, the adrenaline pulsing heavily. They dared triple H and Flair to come and get some more of them. The two seemed angry, but hesitated. Just as they seemed ready to get back into the fight a voice rang out:

"WHOAH, WHOAH, WHOAH! Just wait a damn minute!"

Entering through the curtain was the G.M. of RAW, Eric Bischoff.

"Who the Hell do you two think you are? This is a respectable show, and you two are making RAW, and more importantly ME look bad! I don't know what's gotten into you Chris, but you're going to pay for this unprovoked attack. Tonight, you'll defend that Intercontinental Championship in a Triple Threat Match against…Lance Storm and Christian!"

JR reacted vocally "The Un-Americans?! That's nothing more than a glorified Handicap Match!"

Bischoff wasn't finished however. "And as for you, Rob Van Dam. It's a shame that you're wasting all that ability by standing with him. That's why you will face Ric Flair in a match tonight, with a very special mystery stipulation that I will choose."

Triple H then got the mic.

"How do you two like that?" He asked, with a cocky grin.

Y2J and RVD just looked at each other then shrugged in TripleH's direction, both saying nonchalantly "Whatever."

Well, that's chapter two done. The next two chapter's will focus on the individual matches mentioned here. I know the Un-Americans are Split up, but this is an Alternative Timeline Fic. Please review, as I need all the feedback I can get.