Yaaaay. New chapter! I don't know why I keep on posting this, nobody reads it. Oh well...I'm hella proud of my story! Enjoy you whole...2 readers! R&R

Triple H paced around backstage, watching Shawn's match. He could tell that Shawn's back wasn't going to last very long. He was getting angry that he couldn't go and help him, but all he could do is watch it on a TV. Hunter turned to the security guard and blinked.

"Can I just…go out there and encourage him?

"No." He said.

"Can I watch from the ramp?"

"No."

"So…I can only stand back here, and watch my partner roll around on the ground in pain?"

"…Yes." The Game stuck up his middle finger and turned back to the TV. "What the hell are you doing, Shawn?!" He watched HBK climb up the ladder and exchange blows with Edge. "Get your ass down from there!" He turned back to the security guard and pointed at him. "I'm not crazy, I'm just concerned." Hunter turned back and saw Edge punch him off the ladder onto the ground. "Shawn!" He pushed the security guard out of the way and was about to walk out and help Shawn, but two more of them came.

"Sir! You cannot go out there!"

"To hell with you!" Trips pushed the other two out of the way, and two more came. "Where the hell are you getting all of these?!" He punched the two new ones and tried to get to Shawn, but more and more of them came.

"Sir! I could arrest you right now; I have the authority to do it!"

"For punching a security guard?! Well then…" Hunter turned around and punched all of the security guards and ran out onto the ramp, being followed by security guards. "GO AWAY!" He screamed at them, and rolled into the ring, and kneeled by Shawn. "C'mon, man." The Game helped Shawn up, gently, and helped him out of the ring, and up the ramp. Once he got back stage some doctor's took Shawn from Triple H and put him on a stretcher.

"I…don't need…a stretcher." HBK shook his head, slowly, and got off the stretcher. Hunter walked over to Shawn and crossed his arms.

"…You're going to kill yourself out there one day. I hope you know that."

"Yeah…I know." Triple H sighed and looked at the ground.

"You don't have to fight the Hell in a Cell tonight. I got it, alright?"

"No…I'm fighting it."

"You don't ha-"

"I'm going to fight it." Shawn said. "Now go, you're up." Triple H nodded and walked up to the ramp.

"Fix that head of yours."

"…Just go!" Hunter nodded and walked out. The crowd started to cheer for him. He waited outside the ring, while some people cleaned up the ring. Trips looked up and there it was. The Hell in a Cell. I…am not looking forward to that. He thought to himself and got in the ring. Rated-RKO's theme came on the Randy came running down to the ring, ready to fight. Orton slid into the ring and started to bombard Hunter with rights and lefts. He threw Trips against the ropes and put him in the sleeper hold once he came back. Before the Sleeper could do much of anything, Triple H started to elbow Randy in the stomach. Randy stepped back a few steps and left the ring.

"Where the hell you going?!" Hunter screamed at him and followed him. The Legend Killer hid underneath the ring. "You little-" Triple H grabbed Randy's foot and dragged him out. Once Orton was fully out from under the ring he flipped around and pulled the tab off a fire extinguisher he found and started to spray it at Trips. Hunter turned around and covered his face. Randy finally stopped and ran at him with the fire extinguisher and hit him in the left thigh with it. Triple H fell over and held struggled to get back up. Randy went to go and hit him with it in the gut, but Hunter rolled out of the way. Orton fell over and The Game kicked him the back of the knees. He smirked and grabbed the fire extinguisher. Randy got up off of his knees and uppercutted Trips, which caused the weapon to go flying. Randy was about to RKO Hunter, but he pushed Randy off of his neck. Orton landed right on the steel ramp and held his back. Triple H picked him up and Irish whipped him into one of the barricades. He put his foot under Randy's chin and started to choke him with it. Randy flailed his arms and legs around and kicked out Trips' footing. The Legend Killer got up and started to kick Hunter in the face. He walked back over to the ring and pulled a chair out from under the ring. He walked over to The Game and hit him in the left thigh again.

"You're not so tough now, are you?!" Randy screamed at him and hit him with the chair again. Randy threw the chair onto the ramp and started to taunt Triple H. Hunter got up, eventually and limped over to Randy. They started to exchange blows again, but this time, The Cerebral Assassin got the upper hand. He was about to whip Orton into the barricade, but brought him back and Double A Spinebuster-ed him onto the steel ramp. Randy arched his back and started to roll onto his sides. Triple H just laughed and went over to the ring. He dug underneath it, and pulled out a 2'4 wrapped in barbed wire and a bag of tacks. He threw them into the ring and limped over to Orton. Trips grabbed Randy's foot and dragged him over to the ring and then rolled him into it. Hunter grabbed the piece of wood and stared at Randy.

"Hey! Whoa!" Randy stuck his hands out and backed into the corner, holding onto the bottom rope for dear life. Triple H lifted the 2'4 above his head and was about the hit Orton with it, but Randy low blowed Hunter. He dropped the weapon and turned around. He bit his lower lip and turned around to meet the 2'4. Randy hit Trips right in the middle of the head, causing him to bleed. Randy hit him again, right in the middle of the head and then threw the weapon. The Legend Killer dragged Trips out of the ring threw him onto the Spanish announce table. Randy was about to Powerbomb him through the table, but Trips flipped him over and threw him on the other table, falling over and off the table. The two men were on the ground, Triple H snapping out of his daze quicker then RKO. He got up slowly and walked over to Randy, dragging him up by his hair.

This…is not good. I can't feel my leg at all…Hunter thought to himself and sighed. Trips was about to whip RKO into the ring post, but RKO reversed it and sent The Game running into the metal, the side of his head connecting with it. Randy barely got up and walked over to his opponent. He dragged him up by his hair and slammed his head into the ring post. Triple fell to his knee's, then to ground, holding his ear, trying to stop the blood a little bit. This really isn't good…Randy was about to do the move again, but Hunter tripped Randy and sent him flying into the post. He threw Randy into the ring and opened to bag of tacks. He spread them around in an area and dragged Randy up once again. He stood on top of the tacks, getting ready for The Pedigree. Triple H smirked and completed his move. He flipped Randy over and referee counted to three and rang the bell. Hunter rolled out of the ring, and stumbled up the ramp. His legs wobbly and he was feeling slightly woozy.

R&R