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Jericho paced up and down the locker room, as RVD just sat on a bench calmly.

"Hey man, what are getting all worked up about?" He asked him. Jericho just gave him a disbelieving look.

"What am I getting all worked up about?" He finally blurted out. "Were you even paying attention out there? I've got to go out and defend my title against Lance Storm and Christian, in what'll most probably be basically a handicap match! And you-" he pointed at Van Dam. "- you're facing Flair with a mystery stipulation in your match tonight!"

"So?" was all RVD's reply.

"SO!? So I think you should be taking this seriously!"

"I am taking this seriously. I just don't see the need to get all stressed about it."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Why?" RVD smiled, and got up. "Because I'm…R…V…D…and you are Y…2…J. And when we're together, everything's cool. See you later, dude." With that, Van Dam patted Chris on the back and walked out. Jericho just looked incredulously at him.

" I must be out of my mind to work with him…"

Meanwhile, Terri was interviewing Lance Storm and Christian.

"Now guys, you both have a shot at the Intercontinental title here tonight," she began. "But people are wondering just how exactly the fact that you are teammates affect the match up?"

Lance just grabbed the microphone from her.

"You ask us if being teammates will affect our match. Well that's not the issue here. The issue…is Chris Jericho. The Un-Americans used to look up to him. He was a great example of being a success despite American idiocy in this company. We were going to invite him to join our group, but now we consider him nothing more than a traitor. He now works with someone who is a prime example of what's wrong with the people of this country. Rob Van Dam has all the potential in the world to go far, but has no motivation whatsoever to do so. In other words, like every other American, he's a lazy waste of oxygen, and the world would be a lot better off without him." The arena rang out with the crowds boos. Christian then took the microphone.

" So when we're out there, to us we're not fighting Jericho, we're fighting each and every single person in this cesspool of a nation. And believe us, by the time tonight is over, that Intercontinental Title will have a deserving holder, whichever one of us it is." The Un-Americans then walked off. Terri turned to the camera.
"Back to you, JR."

"Thank you Terri," replied JR, as the Un-Americans entered. "The fact that these two are coming down the ramp together should- HEY wait a minute!" JR cut himself off as Y2J ran down the ramp, hitting Storm in the back with a chair, and brawling with Christian down to ringside.

"The bell hasn't run yet, so what Jericho did was legal! He's just given himself a good chance of surviving here!"

Chris reverses an Irish Whip, sending Christian into the steel steps. Rolling the

 Un-American into the ring, he keeps him down with some quick elbow drops, but Christian battles back with some punches to the gut, and then whips him off the ropes for a dropkick, but Jericho stops short, and Christian lands on his back. Jericho suddenly applied the Walls of Jericho to which Christian tapped out!

JR was ecstatic: "IT'S OVER ALREADY!"

But the ref didn't ring the bell. He yelled something at Jericho, who argued with him.

"Wait, I don't think the bell's rang yet. Lance Storm hasn't come into the ring yet, so the match hasn't started!"

Jericho turned back around to deal with Christian, but instead was taken off his feet by a springboard clothesline from Lance Storm, causing the bell to finally ring. The

 Un-Americans then stomped away at the Intercontinental champion, before double team suplexing him. Lance Storm goes for the cover-two count only. They whip him front first into the turnbuckle, then as he staggers backwards, they double team backdrop him. He flips out however, and manages to catch them both with clotheslines. Jericho bulldogs Christian then goes for a Lionsault, but land on his feet as Christian rolls out of the way. He catches the challenger with a spinning heel kick, but gets German Suplexed by Storm. 1, 2- KICKOUT! Storm tries for a Maple Leaf, but Jericho rolls out of the hold, trying to put on the Walls of Jericho again. Releases it just in time to back body drop Christian out of the ring! Storm schoolboys Chris, Holding the tights! 1,2- KICKOUT!

"Jericho's really being tested here!" JR said over the crowd, who were all behind Y2J.

Jericho managed to DDT Storm and went for a cover, but he challenger kicked out. The champ delivered a hip toss and elbow drop, but Storm kicked out again.

Storm takes Chris Jericho down with a drop toehold, then stomps away at him. Picking him up, he takes him to the turnbuckle for a tornado DDT, but Jericho throws him off the Turnbuckle over his head. He then grabs Storm from behind and plants him with The Breakdown! Before he can cover though, Christian gets back in and attempts the Unprettier, but Y2J reverse it by pushing him away- into the referee! Jericho then ducks a Super kick from Storm(which hits Christian) and trips him up, applying the Walls of Jericho!

"He's TAPPING! STORM IS TAPPING, BUT THE REF'S OUT COLD!" JR screamed.

The fans suddenly started booing as Triple H came running down the ramp, World title in hand. He clocked Jericho with it, and then followed with a Pedigree for good measure. Storm covered as Triple H awoke the referee. 1,2,3.

"Triple H just screwed Jericho, Dammit!"

Jericho got up, exhausted, and stared down angrily at the laughing face of The Game.

"This isn't over!" He yelled defiantly. "You can bet your ass this isn't over!"

Well that's chapter 3. I decided to have some backstage stuff and adapted RVD and Y2J to be a kind of Odd Couple, cos the whole point of the story is to show how being RVD's partner changes Jericho, so I have to have him like this to begin with. So tell me what ya think please!