Unleashed-Feb-22-06

The show opens up with Stone Cold Steve Austin standing in the ring, pacing back and forth with a microphone in his hand. No opening video is shown, signifying there is an announcement to be made.
JR: What do you think he's got to say, King?
King: How should I know? If anybody would know, it'd be you. You're his closest friend.
Austin waits for the crowd to settle down before bringing the microphone up to his mouth. "You know, I've been sittin' in the back, thinkin'. My team, team Unleashed, is in need of two more members. Now, this is my team and I want the toughest sons-of-bitches on my team." The crowd pops like crazy. Austin leans up against the ropes, giving them a cock-eyed smile. "I already got three," WHAT? "I said I got tres members," WHAT? "I only need two more," WHAT? "Dos compadres," WHAT? "I hear ya! Now, if you all think that Team Austin is going to kick some ass, give me a hell yeah!" HELL YEAH!
JR: HELL YEAH!
"So, tonight, Teairra Mari and her little pal, Bobby Lashley will be put in a tag match. Their opponents will be the last two people to be on my team. And that's the bottom line 'cause Stone Cold said so!" The glass shatters once again and Austin drops the microphone. The crowd cheers like crazy, on their feet, signs held high. He climbs each of the turnbuckles, giving everyone the one finger salute. He gets down and flips his hand, signaling for a beer. Two come flying in his direction. He pops them open, crashes them together and downs the cold one. He rolls out of the ring, calling for more beer as he heads up the ramp. He smashes two more cans together and drinks them before going to the back.

RVD vs. Chris Sabin vs. Test vs. Kane
The view changes up to the roof of the arena. The lights go out and only spot lights illuminate the steel structure.
JR: That's right folks, tonight we've got ourselves a Steel Cage match and it's sure to be a brutal one.
King: Lance Hoyt going one on one with Justice. But let's not forget to mention the two lovely, and very hot, ladies that will be with them at ring side.
JR: Of course, how could I forget the ladies?
King: It's okay JR, we all have off nights.
JR: In any case, it's time for a fatal four way!
The cameras shift towards the stage.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!
"One Of A Kind" by Breaking Point floods the arena, causing the fans to jump to their feet and cheer for their favorite wrestler, Rob Van Dam. Van Dam appears at the stage and quickly makes his way down the ramp as the announcer introduces him.
Announcer: Weighing in at 220 pounds, from Battle Creek, Michigan: Rob Van Dam!
Rob does his signature RVD pointing gesture as his name is announced before sliding into the ring and doing a couple of jumping spins.
King: Rob Van Dam suffered a loss to Kane last time they met each other in the ring thanks to a disqualification.
J.R.: He sure did, King. Rob Van Dam unknowingly gave Kane a vicious chairshot after a reverse Irish Whi--
King: Though it seemed like Kane had it planned all along!
J.R.: I was getting to that.
As Van Dam jumps around the ring a bit to ready himself, Finger Eleven's "Slow Chemical" hits the P.A. system, accompanied by a fiery explosion, and Kane enters from the backstage area as the lights go red. The crowd erupts into more cheers as Kane slowly walks down the ramp, fixing his elbow pad on the way down.
Announcer: Weighing in at 325 pounds and 7 feet tall... Kane!
J.R.: Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the hellfire and brimstone reaping Big Red Monster.
Kane grabs onto the top rope and hoists himself up onto the ring apron, then steps over the top rope and into the ring. He walks to the middle of the ring and looks at Van Dam with a sinister smile on his face before motioning for his signature pyro to erupt from the four turnbuckles. The lights return to normal as Kane awaits the rest of his opponents with a seemingly irate Van Dam.
Test, test, this is a test! The Canadian appears at the top of the ramp and glances at the booing crowd. He walks down the ramp and up to the ring, staring down his opponents. He gets to the bottom of the ring, but waits to enter.
Hail Sabin! Hail Sabin! Chris Sabin's music starts up to many boos and jeers from the crowd.
Announcer: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 pounds, Chris Sabin!
Sabin saunters down the ramp, eyeballing his opponents before sliding into the ring.
After a few seconds, the bell is rung, and Rob Van Dam gets the match underway with a series of kicks to Chris Sabin's legs. Test makes a mad dash towards Kane, who quickly lays waste to the smaller man by sending him sailing over the top rope. The referee begins the ten-count for Test. Kane runs over to Van Dam and takes him out with a big boot to the face before picking Sabin up by the hair and grabbing his neck for a chokeslam. While getting up, Van Dam takes notice and knocks Kane to the canvas with a jumping back heel kick to the face. RVD continues to work on Kane with a series of forearms. Test is back in the ring at a count of 6, and motions to Sabin from across the ring. As Kane gets to his feet, with his hand wrapped around RVD's neck, Test and Sabin run at the two and send them outside at opposite sides of the ring with a set of dropkicks. The referee begins another ten-count for the two. Test begins to taunt the booing crowd, much to his disadvantage, as Chris Sabin turns around and clocks Test in the face with a strong right hand that sends Test to the canvas. Sabin runs towards the ropes and, using them to boost his momentum, hits a baseball slide on Test and sends him to the outside as well. The referee, having counted to 5, sees this and restarts the count. Sabin yells at the crowd, letting them know who's number one. Kane and Van Dam are back on their feet now, both heading into the ring for an unaware Sabin. They both grab Sabin by the arm, and, at realizing this, begin to argue. Sabin seems to be in disbelief, realizing he's become the scapegoat for RVD's loss to Kane weeks ago. Kane pulls Sabin away and lays him out with an unreal Chokeslam that sends Sabin crashing a foot away. With one eye on Van Dam and a smug grin on his face, Kane goes for the three-count, causing the referee to distract himself from Test's ten-count. Van Dam hurriedly drops an elbow onto Kane's back, breaking up the count at two.RVD grabs Sabin and yells at Kane as he heads for the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps onto the top and tells Kane to witness what he's about to do. RVD then perfectly executes his split-legged moonsault on Chris Sabin and rolls him up for the pin. 1... 2... Sabin pushes Van Dam off of him, angered at what's been going on. While all this is happening, Test has entered the ring and given Kane a punishing suplex. Test continues to strike Kane with a series of punches to the head. Sabin and Van Dam are up, and Sabin shoves Van Dam while demanding to know why he and Kane are ganging up on him. This sets RVD off, and earns Sabin Van Dam's second jumping back heel kick to the face, sending Sabin out of the ring. Van Dam quickly jumps to the top turnbuckle again and flies off for a crossbody. Sabin quickly rolls out of the way, having Van Dam come crashing to the floor. Sabin begins to search under the ring for weapons, and, much to his satisfaction, pulls out a steel chair. The referee is having a hard time controlling the match, and turns away from Test and Kane to start up the fourth ten-count of the match. He sees the chair and yells at Sabin to get rid of it. Sabin yells back, not wanting to let go of his newly acquired weapon. As he turns back to Van Dam, the chair ricochets off his skull via a Van Daminator! The referee restarts the ten-count once again.Back in the ring, it seems Kane has the upper hand, but not for long. Realizing the referee is distracted, Test delivers a hard low blow to the Big Red Machine. He follows it up with his devastating Test-Drive, an inverted facelock rolled into a three-quarter facelock bulldog. As Van Dam pummels Sabin, Test rolls Kane up for the pin and screams for the ref to turn around. The referee quickly turns around, drops to the floor and slams his hand down for the 1, 2, 3.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Test!
J.R.: An amazing match put on by these four wrestlers, with a victory stolen by Test!
King: Are you kidding? Test won fair and square!
The referee raises Test's hand in victory as Rob Van Dam angrily heads up the ramp to the backstage area. Chris Sabin slowly stands, holding his head in pain, and watches Van Dam leave with an angry look on his face.
J.R.: Well, judging from the looks of things, Chris Sabin might be looking for some redemption on Rob Van Dam!
JR's voice fades as Unleashed heads to its first commercial break.

"Look, Kristal, I know we don't get along, but I will admit you do have talent. And Austin has decided that we will be a tag team for the Diva tag titles, so I suggest we start acting like a team." Kristal and Bridget are standing inside the women's locker room having a conversation. The rest of the Unleashed divas are walking around wearing hardly anything. "VAN DAM, I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS!" The door flies open and Chris Sabin barges through. All the divas gasp, grabbing clothes, towels, anything to cover themselves up. "Err...sorry ladies." He turns to leave, but catches Bridget's eye. She raises an eyebrow and is the only one who hasn't made a move to cover herself. He gives her a few looks up and down and then leaves.

Closer to the black curtain now, the camera picks up Nikki talking on her cell phone. Teairra Mari is walking towards the entrance for her match, but stops as she sees Nikki. Grinning, Teairra walks up to Nikki and takes away the phone. "Yeah, she'll call you back." Teairra hangs up the phone and tosses it back to Nikki. "So, I heard something about you saying 'tell your bitch, Teairra, to watch her back.' I suggest you take those words back before I make you eat them through your ass!" Teairra steps forward, inching closer to Nikki's face. Nikki rolls her eyes. "I don't have time for this. I've already told you, and everyone else for that matter, I'm a valet diva. Got it? I don't wrestle, I walk to the ring with my man on my arm. You might as well just back your fatass up because I'm not wrestling you." Nikki gives Teairra one last glare before walking off. "Oh hell no she didn't just say that." Teairra runs up behind Nikki, shoving her to the floor. Nikki starts screaming, holding her nose. Teairra glances around the area and spots something. She picks Nikki up by her hair and drags her over to a bucket full of mop water. "Time for your bath, bitch!" Teairra slaps Nikki across her face then plunges her head into the water. Nikki comes up, sputtering out water. Teairra dunks her in one last time before heading out to the ring.

Teairra Mari and Bobby Lashley vs. Mystery Opponents
The heavy pounding metal sound of Bobby Lashley's song hits the arena, followed by a long chorus of boos. He comes out with Teairra Mari's arm linked in his. They walk to the ring, glaring at the fans. Lashley sits on the middle rope, allowing Teairra easy access through the ropes. They stand towards the back part of the ring, talking a bit of strategy. She gives a short nod, then looks to the ramp, clearly unimpressed. Lashley shares the exact same look, as though nobody is better than those two. After waiting for seemingly endless minutes, the lights black out. The crowd gasps with anticipation, but nothing seems to phase Teairra and Lashley. A countdown begins on the 'tron, 10 all the way to 1 flashing. Immediately, the reaction builds into an explosive roar from the fans. Christian appears at the top of the stage, smiling. He turns around and out walks Gail Kim. The crowd is cheering like crazy!
JR: Bah Gawd King! The last two members for Team Austin is Christian and Gail Kim! What a team!
King: The Rattlesnake definitely knows how to pick them.
Christian and Gail appraoch the ring, staring down Bobby Lashley and Teairra. Teairra merely looks at her nails, observing how bad she'd like a manicure. And Bobby stands there, flexing his pecs. Christian and Gail climb into the ring and are immediately met nose to nose with the other two. The referee starts explaining on one person from each team in the ring at a time. Christian and Gail walk back to their corner, talk, and then Gail nods her head. Christian exits the ring, followed by Lashley.
JR: Looks like Gail and Teairra are goin' to start this one out.
King: Ooh yeah! I love girls on girls!
Teairra and Gail lock up and start to back the other up into the corner. Teairra ends up on the offense and hits Gail in the back with her fists clenched together. She pulls her up and tosses her into the ropes. As Gail comes back, Teairra sets her up for the chick kick, but Gail sees it coming. She pulls back on the ropes, causing Teairra to kick the air and fall down. Gail lets go of the ropes and knocks Teairra down with a swinging neckbreaker. She gets back up and sizes her up for some sort of submission hold. Bobby Lashley bursts into the ring to stop it, only to be held back by the referee. He argues for a bit, allowing Christian to come in and hold Teairra for Gail to slap her. The referee turns around and sees Christian in the ring. He runs over, giving him the same speech he gave Lashley. Teairra crawls to her corner and gets the tag on Bobby. Gail scoffs and hits Christian with a tag. Christian walks right up to Bobby Lashley and they start talking trash. The talking turns into shoving, which turns into punching, which turns into a DDT on Christian. Bobby goes for the cover: 1...2...
JR: Kick out by Christian!
Bobby glares at the referee and picks Christian up by the head. He positions him for the Dominator. Christian slides off his back and shoves him into the ropes. On the rebound, Christian hits him with a standing drop kick straight to his back. Lashley falls to his knees which sets him up for a swinging neck breaker. Christian pulls Bobby up for the Unprettier, but it gets reversed. Lashley quickly makes a tag to Teairra. Christian glares but goes to turn and tag in Gail. Gail gets in the ring and unexpectedly gets knocked down by a powerful clothesline. She pops back up and gets knocked down by another. Teairra pulls Gail Kim back up and swings her up then back down with a hip toss. Gail lies on the mat and protects her back with her hand. Teairra smirks and then begins to stomp on her back. The referee asks if she wants to quit but she shakes her head. On the outside, undetected, Lashley runs around to the other corner and jerks Christian backwards so that his face hits the ring apron. He runs back and takes his place on the side. Teairra gets the o.k. from Lashley and then hoists Gail Kim up on her shoulders. Teairra grins one last time before bringing Gail down for the ROC. She covers and the referee counts: 1...2...3! Here are your winners, the team of, Bobby Lashley and Teairra Mari!
JR: Well that was brutal and disgusting.
King: Oh yeah, I know what you're talking about. Christian's face really needs some work done.
In the ring, Lashley and Teairra are celebrating over their domination on Team Austin.

Like in previous T-Mobile commercials, the scene opens up in the T-Mobile Test Center: a large white auditorium-like room. There are several men in the room; some in white biohazard suits, and some in lab coats. They are all monitoring a man chatting it up on his cell phone. A giant pink digital timer behind the man reads 1475:31:34, with the time wasting away.
Voice-over announcer: T-Mobile announces our most whenever minutes ever. Is 1500 enough for the biggest talkers? Let's find out.
The camera shifts over to the man, whose nameplate reads "Maven Huffman: Unwanted Professional Wrestler", and viewers all over the world let out a collective groan of disgust.
Maven: Al, ah've been cawlin' yew 'n' yew nevurr annsurr duh phoewn no more! Al Suh-noe! AL, annsurr meeh! Pih-yuck UP! Dun't doo thi-yuss tew meeh, Al! Al, ah prawmiss ah'll nevurr mayk fuhn uv Hehdd uhgeh-yuhn!
Several hours pass, and many of the scientists are asleep or staring on in a tired manner. The timer now reads 1094:43:35.
Maven: Al, ah dun't unduhstayund whah yew nevurr tawk tew meeh no more! Ah've ownlee wahned tuh bee yer fuh-rend! Ah luv yew, Al Suh-noe! Yer mah teechurr! Yew tuh-rayned meeh! Pleez pi-yuck up! Hullo? Hullo?! Can ah geh-yut uh noo battuhree here?!
At 923:13:44, every scientist is asleep.
Maven: Ray-vuhn! Oh, Ray-vuhn, cood yew call Al Suh-noe 'n' ask whah he nevurr annsurrs mah phoewn cawls no more?
A voice is heard on the cell phone's speaker: "STOP CALLING ME, MELVIN!"
Maven: IT'S MAYVUHN!
Maven continues to talk up a storm as the voice-over announcer comes on, sounding as bored as the scientists look.
Voice-over announcer: T-Mobile's Most Whenever Minutes...
The screen changes to the T-Mobile logo with Catherine Zeta-Jones in the little box.
Catherine Zeta-Jones: Go ahead, t--
Suddenly, Catherine is shoved aside and the box remains empty for a couple of seconds as screams and punches are heard. The box is then occupied... by Maven.
Maven: AL SUH-NOE, YEW'D BETTURR CAWL MEEH!
The commercial ends with Catherine's voice calling for help, and Maven's angry face all over the little box.

The crowd anxiously awaits the commencement of Jewel�s entrance music as the ring announcer clarifies that the newly crowned Unleashed Women�s Champion�s segment is beginning imminently. The crowd instantly erupts when the music begins to blare through the speakers throughout the arena. The big screen changes its normal view of the camera shot to the infamous three words of �Dirrty� Filthy� Nasty!� as smoke starts flooding the stage and the lights adjust to a dull level. A single spotlight becomes fixed upon the entrance vicinity and through the smoke comes the XWE Unleashed Women�s Champion. She comes into full view under the spotlight and she gracefully starts to stride down to the ring looking extremely elegant. When the lights return to their normal status, we see that the ring has been decorated with purple carpet, a desk, a few photos upon the desk and pink and purple balloons surrounding the ring. With her championship belt draped over her shoulder, Jewel climbs into the ring, takes hold of a microphone and then she takes a seat at the desk. Jewel clutches some of the photos and begins to look through them as she waits for the crowd to relax their voices. Once the crowd dies down, Jewel begins by saying, �Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who has been by my side and has watched me go through all that I have been through. If you didn�t watch Live-Wire and you have been dumb enough not to check out the results on the website, you�ll have noticed by now that I defeated Candice Michelle to win the XWE Unleashed Women�s Championship last Saturday. This is the first XWE Championship I have ever won in my career here and I�m so excited, so that�s why I decided to throw a celebration party for myself. I will be reflecting over some of the memories from my whole career that boosted my persona in the business and the things that made all you guys either love me or hate me.� The crowd starts to cheer for her again as she pauses for a moment and then continues. �Before I get stuck into the moments, I want to say that I have received a lot of e-mails this week asking or commenting about the �Jade� situation. I am going to say this once so listen up� Jade did what she did because she was jealous that I was receiving all of the fame and recognition she never got when she was an XWE Diva. She will probably tell her side of the story Friday night on Aggression, so tune in to find out more details. As for my future with her; I have nothing to do with her now, and I never want anything to do with her. Anyway, there�s no better way to start the memories off than starting with just that; the start of my career in the XWE.� A video clip of Jewel�s debut at XWE Havoc in November 2004 is shown on the big screen. �Hmmm, Randy Orton�where to begin? The �affair� I had with him in my debut on Aggression was very interesting because it was a whole new world for me. Randy introduced me to a lot of things and helped me in my debut. Of course, Monique found out about the relationship between Randy and me and went nuts. There were a few battles between me and Monique at first and then my sister was introduced to the company and was signed to Aggression as well. For a couple of weeks, Jade and I teamed up against Jessica Hardy and Monique Orton which ended in the making of �Jewel vs. Monique Orton� at the following pay per view. Monique won the match and won back the heart of her man which led me to want to change my attitude towards things.� Another video clip that has been put together of all different segments from that period of time is shown on the big screen. �After I was drafted to Unleashed, I thought I would be away from all the drama on Aggression and just have a new start, but surprise surprise� Monique Orton was drafted as well. In the first week of Unleashed after the draft, a Women�s championship tournament started. Monique and I both entered and we both made it to the final match, so at XWE Destruction it was �Jewel vs. Monique Orton� for the Women�s Championship. Clearly I lost the match, but Monique deserved to win. These matches with Monique defined who I am and basically, she was the one that was always putting me back into my place and I thank her for that.� A third clip plays, this time of the events leading up to the Candice Michelle feud. �Candice is my least favor�� Half-way through Jewel�s sentence, music starts blasting out of the speakers and Sarah Electra comes out on stage with a microphone in hand. She says, �I�m so glad that you have won the title Jewel. Yes, I believe you deserve it, but there�s no need for all of this commotion. Does everyone who wins a title need a little desk and balloons in the ring so they can relive old, worthless memories? Face it Jewel� No one cares about you, let alone how you got here. There�s no point wasting your breath� All talk and no play I would say! Anyway, I�m getting a bit off track� The reason why I am out here is because I have just been to see Stone Cold Steve Austin and he said that next week, live on Wednesday night Unleashed, it�ll be Sarah Electra vs. Jewel and I can tell you right now, you�ll struggle to get the win this time� I surpass Candice Michelle in talent� and you seem to speak really highly of Monique Orton! Honestly I don�t know why, because she seems to reach her pinnacle of fame by beating on people less talented than her. I�ve always thought that Monique pays these sluts to hit on Randy so she can beat them up and then get recognition for it� Oh wait; you were one of those sluts! Well next week, there�ll be no time for flirting because it will be the time when you realize you�re not that special!!!� Sarah Electra drops the microphone and walks backstage, leaving Jewel to finish her celebration and exit the ring a little bit prematurely.

Backstage, Edge and Justice are talking with their belts thrown over their shoulders. "It's that punk AJ, I don't know, either way, we're going to get him back," Justice says, tapping his title. "Don't worry about it, Justice. We'll definitely kick some ass. After all, we are the tag team champs and we are on Austin's team." Just then, Stone Cold walks up to the two. "You two want to get even with AJ and Lance?" Edge smirks and nods his head. "Justice, you already got Lance but Edge, you don't have a match. I do see that you're ready to whip some ass," Austin says, motioning to Edge's wrestling attire. "Damn right." "You got it. Up next, you're going one on one with Mr. TNA himself, AJ Styles." A grin shortly appears on Edge's lips. He starts to walk away, but Austin clears his throat, stopping him. "Just a second there, I know an ass beatin' when I see one. A one on one match won't do you justice with what you want to do to him. You'll face AJ in a tables match. Good luck, this is Team Austin and we damn sure ain't losin' to a bunch of no talent-havin' whiney sumbitches." Edge grins and walks off to prepare for his match. Austin then turns to Justice. "Kick some ass, kid," he says and then leaves as wall. Justice smiles to himself and walks down the hall. As he's about to turn down the hall, TaTyana runs up to him. She grabs his bicep a little too friendly. She spins him around, giving him an Oscar winning smile. Her mouth opens as if she's about to talk. Justice jerks his arm away and, pressing his tongue against his teeth, he sucks on him and walks away.

The scene opens up inside the beautiful kitchen of a suburban home. The sun is shining brightly, and a little boy is seen looking bored to death as he eats Corn Flakes cereal.
Little boy: Man, I hate Corn Flakes! But I love logs! If only there were a cereal that mixed my love of milk and wooden logs into one bowl!
Voiceover: Littuhl boy-ee, yew are in luhck!
Suddenly, a gigantic wooden log falls from out of nowhere and crashes in front of the boy, taking his breakfast and table to the floor. The little boy, still holding his spoon, smiles and stabs the spoon into the log, but to no avail.
Little boy: Mister, I can't eat this!
Voiceover: Well, hah 'bout wee mayk them uh lil' smallurr fer yew?
Suddenly, a bowl full of miniature wooden logs drowned in milk appears in the little boys hands. The boy smiles again and has himself a spoonful. He then screams bloody murder, but manages to give the camera a big, toothy, splinter-covered grin as blood drips down his chin.
Little boy: Wow miffter, thiff tates gewd! What'ff it cawed?
Maven then appears on camera, holding a cereal box with his face on it and the words LOG FLAKES printed in giant brown lettering, grinning like a cheshire cat.
Maven: Littuhl boy-ee, yew've just taystuh'd LAWG FLAYKS!
Little boy: WOW!
Maven: Yup, LAWG FLAYKS, thuh noo uh-mazin' seereeuhl wif lawts uv lawggy bits uv gewdness! LAWG FLAYKS, BAH UH BAWX!
Voiceover 2: LOG FLAKES, now available at all Home Depots!

AJ Styles vs. Edge - Tables Match
"Metalingus" by Alter Bridge plays on the P.A. system as Edge makes his entrance to the amazing eruption of cheers from the crowd.
J.R.: Edge is a real fan favorite coming into this match-up!
King: Well, what do the fans know? They probably even like that crazy Log Flakes commercial Maven managed to sneak into our time slot!
Edge runs to opposite sides of the stage, acknowledging the fans, and makes his way down the ramp.
Ring announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds... Edge!
J.R.: Well, the Log Flakes was a little odd.
The wooden table in front of the ring catches Edge's attention as he slides into the ring and lies there for a second, looking ahead of him. He then gets up and balances on the ropes as he faces the fans and raises a fist to the sky.
The Phenominal AJ Styles' music hits, and is responded to with boos.
Ring announcer: And from Gainsville, Georgia, weighing in at 215 pounds, AJ Styles!
As AJ walks down the ramp, he finds two girls standing in the crowd holding up one sign each; one reads WAY and the other GAY. Styles takes the time to yell at them for a second, and possibly says "Same to you!" The two girls pretend to cower in fear.
J.R.: The fans are really letting AJ Styles know what they think!
Styles looks at the table in front of him before entering the ring, and he and Edge stare each other down. The bell rings, and Styles looks to be wanting to play a little cat-and-mouse. After several seconds of this, Edge catches up and scores with a clothesline. Edge rips AJ's signature jacket off of him and tosses it aside, then proceeds to hit Styles with a series of punches. Much to the crowd's delight, Edge exits the ring and grabs the table on the outside. He folds up the legs and slides it into the ring. Upon reentering the ring, AJ scores with a dropkick that sends Edge back to the outside. AJ follows behind with the table.
As Edge recovers from the kick, Styles is setting the table up vertically, resting it on the guardrail. Styles keeps Edge down with a series of kicks to Edge's legs. Edge is picked up off the floor and is whipped into the steel steps! AJ looks to whip Edge into the table then, but Edge musters up enough strength to retaliate with a hard right to AJ's face. The fans cheer for Edge as he takes the table and throws it back into the ring. Edge scores with some more right hands before rolling Styles into the ring as well.
As Styles gets himself up, Edge picks up the table and tries swinging it into his opponent's back, but it backfires as Styles ducks out of the way and sends Edge to the canvas with a standing enziguri. AJ takes this time to set the table up vertically again, this time against the ropes. AJ picks Edge up again, but is met with a quickly executed implant DDT, the Edgecution! Edge runs across the ring and squats down low, taunting Styles and screaming "Get up!". The fans are on their feet now as Styles slowly rises. Edge makes a dash towards Styles and Spears him into the table, breaking it in half!
The bell is rung and Edge's arm is raised in victory as "Metalingus" plays again. The crowd cheers wildly as Edge exits the ring with his arms raised and makes his way up to the backstage area.
J.R.: An impressive victory by Edge over AJ Styles!
King: This was completely unfair! I thought Styles would pick up the win here!
J.R.: And when are your predictions ever right, King?
The show cuts to a commercial.

The scene opens up inside a taxi. Maven sits in the back seat, chatting with the taxi driver. The driver seems to be pretty angered with Maven. He then mumbles to himself:
Driver: Man, I've got the urge to kick this guy's ass right about now...
Maven: Urge...?
Maven is suddenly transported, much to the disgust of the viewers, to a bathtub, where he is lathering his head up in shampoo and sniffing a bottle of what seems to be Herbal Essences shampoo.
The voice-over singers then whip out the generic Herbal Essences jingle as Maven moans happily over the satisfaction of his shampoo.
Singers: He's got the urge! Natural, botanical - he's got the urrrrge to herbal!
Maven swings his head dramatically, and soapy suds fly all over the shower curtain and walls.
Singers: He'd rather herbal in the shower...
Maven: Ah wood!
Singers: For another half an hour!
Maven: Awww, yeah!
Taxi driver: HEY, MORON!
Maven shakes his head and looks at the driver.
Driver: $5.50, now get out of my cab!
Maven pays the driver and exits the vehicle, and an old lady enters.
Old lady: Next time he should try the body wash!
The taxi cab drives off as the commercial comes to an end.

The audience members rise to their feet and cheer as Al Snow's entrance theme hits. Al makes his way out onto the stage, holding his best friend and inanimate object, Head, high above his own head.
King: Here comes Unleashed's resident crackpot, Al Snow!
J.R.: Now, be nice, King.
King: It'd be nice if Al got himself and that mannequin head checked into a crazy hospital. Who gave him his own segment anyway?
Al makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, picking up the microphone on the canvas.
Al: Last week, Head had this massive, festering blob of pimpledom on her face.
Head: ...
Al: Head, it's okay now, it's gone. Anyway, it took frozen chicken nuggets, a couple of poptarts, a pair of jumper cables and a toaster to get rid of it. I had to take a trip to Target to get a new one, since the toaster fried itself and my apartment... basically, what I'm getting at is... chicken nuggets are pretty good.
King: What's that got to do with anything?
J.R.: I have no idea, King.
Al paces around the ring, holding Head under his left arm.
Al: To be honest with you, I have nothing planned for tonight.
King: Thank God.
Al: So I guess I'll just--
Head: ...
Al: Head, that is a damn good idea.
King: No it's not! Whatever it is!
J.R.: Hush, King.
Al: Ladies and gentlemen, Head and I will now be conducting a Q&A segment with you, so...
Al points at one of the officials standing at ringside.
Al: You. Give somebody a mic and let's get this going!
The official grabs a microphone and hands it to an overexcited female crowd member.
Al: And what is your question for Head or me?
Female crowd member: OHMIGOD AL I LOVE YOU WILL YOU HAVE MY BABIES PLEASE?!
The girl squeals happily.
J.R.: Well, she's a little excited, now isn't she?
King: A little?
Al: Actually, I promised Head back in '96 that I wouldn't ever let women interfere with our business relationship.
The girl passes the microphone to the person next to her as she sits and cries.
Al: Next!
A teenaged, emo'd-out boy in his late teens stands up and raises the microphone to his face.
Teenaged, emo'd out boy: Yeah, uh... what are you on and where can I get some?
The boy turns to his friend and high-fives him as if the joke was the pinnacle of all things funny.
J.R.: Well, that isn't very nice.
King: I'd like some of whatever Al's on too!
Al looks at Head.
Al: Actually, what I'm on right here is called a canvas, and while XWE can't supply you with any, I'm sure WWE Auctions has plenty autographed by Simon Dean or Scotty 2 Hotty for about a billion bucks. Glad I could help.
The boy, realizing the joke isn't funny anymore as he got his ass intellectually handed to him, sits down and passes the microphone backwards to a seemingly depressed gothic girl.
King: Oh my God, look at that! It's Elvira!
J.R.: I don't think many of our viewers remember Elvira.
King: Who could forget those big puppies?
Al's eyes widen at the sight of the girl.
Al: Head, I think we should run.
Head: ...
Al: ...fine. What's your question?
Goth girl: I would like to read my poem, Severed Head, to Head.
Head: ...
Al: You're right. And this concludes our Q&A session! Security, go get that mic; we wouldn't want any screaming or poetry reading during the rest of the show.
The security guards make a mad dash for the girl holding the microphone. The girl screams and tosses the microphone back to the emo boy in front of her.
Security Guard 1: SWARM! SWARM!
Security Guard 2: TAKE NO PRISONERS!
The guards pile up on the boy, beating him up and taking the microphone. The ear-shattering screams coming from the boy are enough to wake the dead.
J.R.: BAH GAWD, are you seeing what I'm seeing, King?!
King: I'm seeing, J.R., and it's not looking pretty!
Al: ...damn.
Head: ...
One of the guards crawls off the pile with the microphone while the rest continue to beat up on the emo boy.
Security Guard 3: We got it! Everyone is safe and unharmed. UNHARMED.
Al: Yeah... great work. Head and I are going to go backstage and watch H.R. Pufnstuf on DVD. Have a great night, ladies and gentlemen!
Head: ...
Al: That too!
Al drops the microphone and leaves the ring to many cheers from the dumbfounded fans. As Al heads up the ramp, he raises Head over his head again and walks into the curtain to the backstage area as Unleashed fades into a commercial.

Lance Hoyt with TaTyana vs. Justice with Lizzy - Steel Cage Match
The lights go out and next comes spotlights which illuminate the steel cage that is being lowered to cover the ring.
JR: This guarantees to be a bloddy slobber knocker.
King: I love Austin for making this match!
JR: Why's that...nevermind. Nevermind, I don't even want to know.
Break Out hits the speakers and out comes Justice with Lizzy Young. The crowd cheers them on as they walk down to ringside. Justice climbs up the steps, entering the steel cage. He grips the chain link and gives it a shake. Lizzy takes her place to the side of the ring. Lance Hoyt's song blasts on and he walks out with TaTyana on his arm. They both walk down the ramp receiving a large amount of boos. TaTyana turns her nose up and ignores them. Lance enters the ring and a referee comes around to lock the door. TaTyana gets on the opposite side of the ring and shoots a nasty look across to Lizzy, who returns it. The bell rings, starting the match. Justice and Lance circle each other for a bit, trying to figure out how to attack first. Lance goes in for a few fake jabs, making Justice turn the other way. Lance smiles to himself and stands tall. Justice then charges at Lance, shoves him to the canvas, and begins to pummel his face. TaTyana on the outside screams for Lance to get his ass back up. Lizzy however, is cheering happily. Lance rolls over and kicks Justice off of him. Justice flies back, his skin meeting the steel. Lance gets up and clotheslines Justice into the steel again. Justice comes bouncing back, but the ropes keep him trapped, making sort of a ripple effect between his body and the steel. He falls down to his knees, rolling under the bottom rope. Lance is quickly on top of him, stomping away. Justice grabs the ropes for support, trying to pull himself back up. Lance jerks him back and up on his shoulder, bringing him down for a sidewalk slam. TaTyana cheers loudly, yelling at him to get out of there. Lance climbs the nearest turnbuckle and has one leg over the steel when Justice comes from behind. Lance's face bounces into the steel post corner and hangs there for a moment before falling backwards to the man. The camera switches angles and it's now evident that Lance has been busted wide open.
JR: Bah Gawd! I knew this would be a massacre! Look at the carnage!
King: ...why can't I commentate with somebody like Ciara?
Justice drags himself up with the ropes and starts to climb. Lance slowly pulls himself up and starts to climb on the other turnbuckle. Justice hops down and pulls Lance's leg out from under him, sending him crashing down into a precarious position. TaTyana on the outside makes a pained face, as does Lance. Justice gets up on the same turnbuckle and hooks a leg and arm under him, preparing for a Superplex. Lance forsees it and starts to punch away at Justice's midsection, making him loosen his grip. Lance shoves Justice back and he goes flying to the ring canvas. Lance stands up and it looks like he's going to exit, but instead he jumps and lands an elbow straight into Justice's chest. Lance stands back up, taking Justice with him. He grabs him by his trunks and torpedos him into the side of the steel cage.
King: Face just met steel, JR, and I believe we all know who won.
Justice falls into the cage, his forehead oozing blood. Lance brushes his matted-with-blood hair out of his face and begins to climb the other turnbuckle. Lizzy starts to clap and cheer for Justice to get back up. Soon, the crowd joins in, willing the man back to his feet. Justice grabs the steel, hoisting himself up. He turns to see Lance straddling the steel. Justice pulls himself up and sits a few feet in front of Lance. Lizzy is still cheering, getting angry glares from TaTyana. TaT gets fed up with it and walks over to Lizzy. She spins her around and starts to say something that doesn't look too nice. Lizzy just stands there, so TaT slaps her hard across the face. On top of the steel, Justice and Lance are exchanging blows, sending them teetering to one side or another. One hard shot from Justice sends Lance all the over, back into the ring. Before he falls, he grabs Justice, pulling him down with him. They both land in the center of the ring with a hard thunk.
JR: OH MAH GAWD! THEY MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Neither of the wrestlers are moving. TaT and Lizzy stand still, stunned. Lizzy starts to clap again, this time adding a stomp. The crowd follows along. Justice pulls himself up, and looks down at the puddle of blood that his head left stained on the mat. He glances over and sees that Lance isn't moving. He gets to his feet and stumbles over to the ropes. He gets all the way on top of the cage and it looks like he's going to escape, but he turns.
JR: ...I hope...no. He can't be thinking...
King: I think it's time for a J-Ride!
Justice turns around, facing inwards. He slaps his chest and then jumps from the cage, landing the J-Ride on Lance Hoyt. TaTyana looks on in fear as Justice barely manages to get back to his feet.
JR: GAWD this is a brutal match! Get out of there!
TaTyana runs over to the side where Justice is now hanging. TaTyana climbs the steel and gets up so that she can start shoving Justice back towards the inside of the ring.
King: Ah! TaT! What are you doing!? You could bruise your pretty little face!
Lizzy sees her and runs over. She grabs TaTyana by the legs and starts jerking her. TaTyana lets go of Justice and then falls down to the hard mats below. Justice gets the rest of his body over and just lets go, nearly landing on TaTyana himself. The referee calls for the bell and the announcer names the winner. Lizzy jumps up and down, almost knocking Justice over. They get to the end of the ramp, holding each other's hands high. The crowd screams even louder as Edge, Christian and Gail all make their way down to the end of the ramp. They stand in a line, raising the other's hand up, Justice in the center, blood dripping down his face as Unleashed goes off air.