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"Shit!" No one ever gets a fair shake against Triple fucking H!" Rob Van Dam exclaimed as he entered the locker room he was sharing with Edge.
The tall blond Canadian looked up as the former ECW start entered through the doorway. He'd never seen RVD ever look quite so angry. Usually, the man was pretty damn mellow, the type who would go with the flow.
Edge smirked sardonically.
"What do you expect, man? The 'Schnoz' thinks he can get away with murder because he's engaged to the boss' daughter."
Rob shook his head, his anger giving way for the sorrow he felt toward Stephanie McMahon.
"I wish Steph would see the so-called 'Game' for what he really is..."
"You're not the only one," Edge said sadly. "It's a shame, isn't it? She's such a beautiful, sweet girl and could have any guy she wants." The tall blond man sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. "And yet, she has him."
"Man, I'm pissed enough to punch something!"
"How about Hunter's horrible, hideous honker?" a new voice spoke, and the two men looked up toward the door to see Chris Jericho and Christian enter the locker room. Y2J's face wore a smirk. He too had had his fair share of problems with Triple H since coming to the WWE - including a World title reign that had lasted all of eighteen minutes one night on RAW. And while he had been the very first Undisputed champion, Jericho was one of the most underrated and pushed back wrestlers in the company. In fact, all four of them were.
"Hey, what's going on?" Christian asked, gesturing as he looked from his brother to RVD.
"We were just griping about how we're sick of Triple H throwing his weight around here," Edge explained.
"Well, unfortunately, Junior - that won't be coming to an end anytime soon - especially when he's got Steph so wrapped around his little finger." Jericho's facial expression soured to match his bitter words.
"It could be worse - you could be one of us," Christian said, pointing to himself and then to his sibling, "and not even get a shot against the prick."
"True enough," Van Dam agreed, though he thought nothing could be more aggravating than actually wrestling Triple H and coming up short - not because you lacked in-ring skill, mind you - but because, even after dominating the match and making the asshole look as bad in the ring as he actually was, you still came up short...
"And what about this bullshit of Evolution having all the gold?" Edge asked rhetorically, shaking his head.
"No kidding," Christian said bitterly. "Since when does Ric Flair give two shits about the Tag Team titles? I mean... jeez, he's a former sixteen-time World champion!"
"It was just to shut Batista up, that's all," Rob said, his hands clenching into fists. It made him sick to his stomach. All the hard word the Dudley Boyz had gone through in the tag team turmoil match the previous night at Armageddon - only to be screwed when Flair and Batista were added at literally the last second. And it had all been to appease a very upset Dave Batista - the crybaby had lost his match against Shawn Michaels minutes earlier. Not to mention that Rob had lost the Intercontinental title to their buddy, Randy Orton, earlier in the night.
"Okay," Jericho said, his clear blue eyes scanning over each of his friends in turn, "so, all four of us are sick and tired of Evolution, but most of all, the Schnoz himself - Triple H... So, what do you guys say we do something about it?"
Christian arched a brow.
"What do you mean, Chris?"
"What I mean, Jerky, is that we should make a stand - all four of us together... We're sick and fucking tired of getting held back and pushed to the side for the sake of one man and his massive ego - whose biggest accomplishment in this industry is bagging the boss' daughter." Y2J scowled bitterly upon speaking those last four words. Stephanie had always been a good friend - who, if not for that asshole Triple H, would probably be his girlfriend by now. God, that woman deserved better...
"You know what, man? I'm in - one-hundred and ten percent," RVD said, reaching out to shake Jericho's hand.
Edge and Christian exchanged glances, as though silently communicating their thoughts on this idea. Then, the taller brother nodded.
"Count us in, too..."
"Great," Chris said with a nod. The four wrestlers began to discuss what steps
they would take - and how they would accomplish them.