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"DAMN IT!"
Jericho knocked a table over in his dressing room, spilling the contents of a bottle of water onto the floor.
"Whoa there, fella!" said RVD, putting a hand on Y2J's shoulder.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled, slapping Van Dam's hand away. "I just lost the IC title! You have no idea how pissed I am!"
RVD's expression just turned nasty. "I have NO IDEA? Remember Chris; I lost the IC to you because of Triple H! That title should never have been yours in the first place!"
Jericho just shoved RVD.
"OH YEAH? Do want to do something about it-"R…V…D"?"
Both men stood there, tensed and ready for a fight, staring each other down…
Eventually, RVD relaxed. "Look man, we can't do this. Fighting only help's out Hunter and Flair, and we don't want that."
Chris slowly relaxed too. "You're right. I've got to remember that I'm going for the World Title, so the IC belt isn't really relevant. You should get ready for your match, whatever the stipulation may be. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, see you later, man." Said Rob as Jericho left.
Later, RVD was in the ring with Flair, waiting for Bischoff's announcement.
The RAW GM stood at the top of the ramp, Microphone in hand.
"Alright everybody, I bet you've been wondering what special stipulation I've got arranged. Well I won't keep you waiting any longer. Please welcome the Special Referee…Triple H!"
The Game's theme played, and out he came, wearing a ref's shirt.
"This is a set-up!" noted J.R. "How is RVD expected to win like this?"
Van Dam seemed a little rattled, but decide to strike while the iron was hot, hitting Flair with some stiff blows, and knocking him into a corner. There he started to use his quick kicks to wear The Nature Boy down, but Triple H immediately pulled him away.
"Oh Come On!" Shouted J.R. Jerry Lawler decided to speak up.
"What? You aren't supposed to attack someone in the ropes. He's just doing his job!"
"He's supposed to use a Five Count, King!"
RVD looked ready to hit The Game, but the World's Heavyweight Champion just reminded him of the shirt he was wearing. So RVD went round him to go for Flair, but the Ric caught him with a kick to the midsection, then whipped him into the corner. Triple H didn't have anything to say about Flair's knife-edged chops in the corner.
"You call that doing his job, King?"
Flair tried another Irish Whip, but RVD reversed it, and caught Flair with a spinning heel kick! He rang off the ropes for a Rolling Thunder-But Triple H was in his way. The Whole F'n' show yelled at him, but Triple H just gave him a "Who, Me?" Face and smiled. Flair used the distraction to trip Van Dam up and went for the Figure 4, but RVD reversed it by pushing Flair out of the ring with his foot. Triple H stuck his head between the second and third ropes to check if he was OK- And RVD jumped over him to Plancha Flair! He hung Triple H's mentor on the guardrail, and went on to the apron, ready to launch off with a spinning kick to the back like he'd down many times before, but The Special Referee stopped him. He turned to face The Game, who was still in the ring. Too busy arguing, he didn't notice Flair come up behind him and pull his legs out from, RVD's face hitting the apron. Flair then whipped him into the steel steps, and started hitting his face off the ring post.
"Shouldn't Triple H be using a ten count?" pointed out J.R.
Flair rolled the dazed RVD back into the ring but positioned him so that the ring post was between his legs. Flair went to pull him, but RVD pulled his own legs back, and Flair's head hit the ring post instead! RVD went out and started to get payback, hitting Flair's head into the post! But Triple H quickly started a ten count, and RVD had to roll Flair into the ring. He climbed the top rope looking ready to come off with The Five Star Frogsplash, but again Triple H interfered, standing in the way of RVD's flight path. Flair shook the ropes, knocking RVD down. Flair then tied up RVD in the ropes, and went out of the ring, coming back with a steel chair.
"Triple H can't allow this!"
But Triple H turned away from the action, covering his eyes.
Flair stood in front of the helpless, struggling Van Dam, and raised the chair-not noticing Jericho slide into the ring behind him with a chair of his own!
WHAM!
Flair goes down, and Y2J rolls out of the ring. Triple H turned around laughing, but his face goes into shock with what he sees. RVD gets free of the ropes and covers. The Game just stands there as the crowd count. RVD gets up and gets in his face. Flair picks up the chair and goes for his unprotected back-but RVD DUCKS AND FLAIR TAKES OUT HUNTER INSTEAD! VAN DAMINATOR! With no interruptions, RVD come off the top rope with the Fropsplash! Jericho rolls in, and counts the pin using the unconscious Triple H's hand! 1, 2, 3! The crowd explode with noise as RVD wins the match!
"He did it!" yelled J.R. " RVD won and Jericho got some payback!"
"Cut the damn music!" Rang out Bischoff's voice. He was again at the top of the ramp.
"You two want a title shot so badly? Fine. Next week, you will face EACH OTHER for the number one contender's spot, then whoever wins will face Triple H in a title match later that week at No Mercy!"
Van Dam and Jericho looked at each other uneasily then both smiled as RAW went off air.
End of Chapter 4.