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| Thunder Kiss '65 begins to play as Unleashed kicks off! The crowd is on their feet, signs held high. White and green pyros shoot up the ramp, forming into huge explosions at the center of the stage.
JR: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Unleashed! We're just a few days past Highway to Hell. King: And we're coming to you live from the Nutter Center in Dayton, Ohio! JR: We've got a new owner, new champions and much more. "Here comes the money! Here we go! Here comes the money!" Shane McMahon bounces out on the stage and the crowd breaks out into another round of loud cheers. JR: And here he is now! King: Why couldn't we get Steph, huh? Why'd we have to get stuck with him? JR: Oh stop. Inside the ring is a box shaped item sitting on a table, covered in a black sheet. Next to it as another table where the Cruiserweight title is sitting. Shane gets inside the ring and gets a microphone. "Welcome everyone to Unleashed! For those of you who missed Highway to Hell, I now own this show. My father has left his shows with myself and my sister, Stephanie McMahon. Now, Steve and Eric are still the co-general managers. Maybe not for long, but they are for the time being, until I can find a suitable replacement." He pauses for a moment, letting that settle in. King: Does that mean we're getting a new general manager? JR: I guess so. This ought to be interesting. "On to the reason I'm out here tonight. As you all can see, I have with me the XWE Cruiserweight Title. Normally this would be found around the waist's of one of my superstars, but obviously that isn't the case. With that being said, the Cruiserweight Title is no longer available here on Unleashed." JR and King: What?! Shane puts the microphone down and picks up a can of gasoline that was under the black sheet. He covers the title in the fluid and then puts it down. Reaching under the black sheet again, he pulls out a book of matches. He gives the crowd one last look before striking the match and setting the belt on fire. JR: OH MAH GAWD!!! King: AH! What is he doing!? Shane steps back and lets the fire burn itself out leaving a very signed XWE Cruiserweight belt. "I guess you can say the Cruiserweight title is all....burned out." The crowd groans in unison. I mean seriously, c'mon Shane, that was sad. "Haha, sorry. Alright well, don't worry because I do have something to replace this belt. It's a little bit more oh...how would you say...extreme?" He raises his eyebrows a couple times getting a loud reaction from the audience. He walks over to the black sheet and jerks it back revealing the Hardcore Title. The crowd erupts into cheers. King: I don't believe it! JR: Bah Gawd! What is he thinking?! Shane nods his head and says no more. He turns and walks out of the ring and up the ramp, back to his office. JR: BAH GAWD! Does this mean the hardcore title is back?! JR's screaming closes out the first segment of Unleashed and goes into the first round of commercials. Including one about stupid Lit projects. Whoever thought of hierarchy should be shot. MOVING ON WITH THE SHOW! Kristal and Bridget vs. Kasha and Taylor - Women's Tag Team Title Rematch Lilian: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Divas' Tag Team Championship! King: Oh, YAY! J.R.: Oh, Lord. Kasha Makoto and Taylor Moore make their way to the stage as "White Wedding" by Murderdolls blasts through the P.A. system. King: Speaking of weddings-- J.R.: Don't say it, King. Lilian: Introducing first, from Berkeley, California - Kasha Makoto, and her tag team partner... from Brooklyn, New York - Taylor Moore! King: I was just going to say that Kasha and Taylor should have a joint wedding. J.R.: ...well, I suppose since they're a team-- King: Yeah, they could marry me at the same time! J.R.: King, you never cease to amaze me. The crowd shows their dislike for the duo by flooding the arena with boos as the two head down the ramp and into the ring. They discuss things amongst themselves as their opponents make their entrance. Lenny Kravitz's "Lady" plays as Bridget Riley and Kristal walk out onto the stage, holding up their Divas' Tag Team belts. Lilian: And their opponents... they are the Divas' Tag Team Champions... Bridget Riley and Kristal! Before the tag champions can enter the ring and acknowledge the crowd, Kasha and Taylor slide out of the ring and attack them at the ramp. King: Wanna know something, J.R.? J.R.: Not really. King: When these girls go at it, I pretend they're fighting for me. J.R.: ...I can't even reply to that, King. Kasha and Taylor force Bridget and Kristal into the ring. Kasha follows behind as the referee signals for the bell and escorts Kristal to her corner. Taylor goes to her corner, and the match is officially underway. Kasha grabs Bridget by the hair and smashes her face down onto the mat. She taunts Bridget, ordering her to get to her feet. Bridget quickly does, and takes Kasha down to the mat in a flash. Bridget lands several hard rights into Kasha's face before being taken down by a clothesline. Kasha stomps on Bridget and pulls on her hair as the referee administers the five-count. Kasha lets go after 4 and taunts the crowd by raising a fist into the air. Bridget catches Kasha with a surprise roll-up. 1... 2... Kasha manages to kick out! Bridget drills an elbow into Kasha's midsection and administers a series of swift right hands into Kasha's face. Kasha pushes Bridget away and gets to her feet. She grabs onto Bridget and pushes her into the turnbuckle. The crowd's reaction immediately begins to change as TaTyana and Teairra Mari walk down the ramp. JR: Now what are those two doing out here?! They go unnoticed by the referee and the match continues. Taylor has turned around and silently gets jerked off the apron by the two. Kristal looks over and shrugs. In the ring, Bridget and the referee have started to argue about a 5-count choke hold. TaTyana jumps up on the apron and grabs Kasha by the neck, bringing her down onto the top rope. Teairra and TaTyana quickly disappear through the crowd while Bridget backs off the referee. She grabs Kasha and gives her a swift DDT and then climbs the turnbuckle. She flips off, hitting the 450 splash! She gets the pin: 1... 2... 3! Lilian: Here are your winners and still XWE Divas' Tag Team Champions....Bridget Riley and Kristal!! JR: ...I don't get it. King: Me either. But goodness me these ladies are lookin' good! JR: Why did TaTyana and Teairra help Bridget and Kristal win? Backstage, Jazz is walking to an unknown destination when she suddenly gets shoved forward into the wall in front of her. The camera pans out to see Nikki Austin attacking Jazz. Nikki gets behind Jazz, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her back with her knee driving in Jazz's back. Nikki starts screaming at Jazz asking her if she "likes that, little girl?" Jazz starts groaning in agony as Austin and other officials get on the scene to pull Nikki off. Austin sighs, shaking his head. "Alright, so obviously you ain't finished whippin' this girl's ass." Nikki shakes her head and Stone Cold smirks. "You got a match, and it's comin' up next!" Unleashed goes to another commercial as Nikki starts grinning wickedly. "Medals" hits, bringing the camera back into the ring. The crowd starts in with the YOU SUCK chants as Kurt Angle walks down to the ring. The music fades out and Kurt does his patent 'hopping-spin' WOOOO in the ring, getting cheers from the audience. Yeah? Don't believe me? Go watch the "When Harry Met Sally" WrestleMania 21 trailer. ONWARDS WITH THE PROMO!!! Kurt gets a microphone and waits for the crowd to quiet down. King: I wonder what he's got to whine about..I mean to say. JR: Ha-ha King. "Say hello to YOUR only XWE Olympic Gold Medalist!" Kurt gives a boyish smile and the crowd pops again. "Look around, everyone! Do you see another superstar in the XWE with a Gold Medal? No? I didn't think so!" Kurt lifts up the medal he has around his neck, twisting it so it flashes in the light. "You know, I figure, I'm the best in Olympic Wrestling, why shouldn't I be the best in professional wrestling? Right here in the XWE. Couldn't I be the best?" The audience screams again. "I think I could too! So that is why next week I am having an open challenge to whoever wants to face me in a match. I am the best in amateur wrestling and I'm going to be the best in professional wrestling! I will see all of you next week. Oh it's true, it's damn true!" Going backstage, we can see Taylor Moore and Kasha Makato talking. Shannon Moore walks up, getting their attention and ending their conversation. "Uhm..Taylor I...well..you see..." "Spit it out Shannon," Taylor says impatiently. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go out with me tonight," he says quickly. "Oh. No thanks," she responds cooly. Shannon seems shocked that she said no. "But...what?!" "I said no. I don't want to go out with you tonight, or any night for that matter." "You can't just say -" "Excuse me," Kasha cuts in, "but I believe she can. Why don't you get lost before you find yourself in a place you don't want to be?" Shannon scoffs and turns back to Taylor. "C'mon baby, what do you say? Just you and me, we'll have fun, I promise," he says with a wink. "I believe she said no," comes a voice from behind Shannon. Chris Benoit and Rodney Mack stand behind him, both of them with their arms crossed. Shannon simply moves to the side and continues to nag Taylor. "I won't bite, I swear," he says and goes to wrap an arm around her. Chris grabs his arm and Rodney grabs the other one. "I think Taylor has said NO." They lift him up off the floor and shove him into the cement wall behind them. "What of that do you NOT understand?!" Rodney barks. Shannon smirks and opens his mouth to talk, but a strong uppercut from Benoit shuts him up. Rodey and Chris start laying in lefts and rights until Shannon slumps to the ground. The group of 4 laughs and walks off, leaving the attendants to help Shannon as we go back to the ring. Nikki vs. Jazz Some smooth jazz music starts playing throughout the arena and Jazz comes out, ready for action. Lilian: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana....JAZZ! King: I am so ready for this match! JR: You would. King: You know, I think Jazz should feed her puppies some puppy chow. JR: You're about two seconds away from having to ring announce with Al Snow...or Maven! King: Shutting up. "Shake That" begins playing and Nikki Austin comes strolling out to the ring. Lilian: And her opponent, from Tampa, Florida....NIKKI AUSTIN! Nikki gets into the ring and instead the bell sounding off, the sound of glass shattering echoes. The crowd immediately jumps to their feet as the Texas Rattlesnake comes out. He stays at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. "Ah ah!" Jazz looks a little peeved, but that's okay. Actually, it's probably not because she could snap me in half in a heartbeat. "I know I made this match a few moments ago, but I changed my mind. You see, my step-daughter doesn't need to prove herself again to you Jazz. Now, before you go off flappin' your gums, you can just march yourself on back to your locker room, I have an announcement I need to make. King: Oh boy! JR: This doesn't sound good... Austin makes his way to the ring as Jazz makes her way to the back, still lookin' McPissed. Nikki stands there, looking innocently (Yeah right.) confused. Austin takes another moment before speaking. "I was sitting back in my office, rethinking my decision I made earlier." WHAT? "I was wondering if maybe I could've made the wrong choice." WHAT? "I thought I made a mistake." WHAT? "I think Nikki that you deserve something better than a match against Jazz here tonight. I'm not one to beat around the bush." WHAT? "I said I'm not somebody that waits." WHAT? "So I've decided. Nikki, next week, you will be facing Jewel for the XWE Women's Title!" Nikki looks thrilled as she gives her step-dad a hug and we go to another commercial that gives us a few of the Top 100 reasons to why the toughest son of a bitch would not let a whore hug him. Reason number 56: He wouldn't want the stink of a whore's hard day's work all over him. The toughest son of a bitch is a professional, and he should smell like one. Not like a Tijuana crackwhore. Reason number 72: The toughest son of a bitch wouldn't want any crabs jumping onto his jean shorts. Back to the show XWE peeps! Backstage, Stacy McMahon is walking backstage. She has a large smile on her face. To the other side of the hallway, Jewel is talking on her cell phone. Stacy grins and walks over to her. Jewel hangs up her phone and smiles back before the two divas hug. "Hi Jewel, it's so nice to see you again!" "You too, Stace. Welcome to Unleashed." Stacy nods and then heads off down the hall again. "Stacy!" She stops and slowly turns around, then jump backs. "Oh my God, Chris! Wha..what are you doing here?!" The camera backs up to show Chris Jericho standing in front of her, grinning. "Your sister decided I'd be better off over here with you! She's so nice." Stacy closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Hardly," she mutters. "Well, uh, good luck here on Unleashed." "Yeah! You too. So, where are you headed?" Jericho asks cheerfully, leaning against the wall. "I was actually going to see my boyfriend. He has a tag title match coming up tonight." The smile on his face disappears. "Oh, right. I guess I'll see you around then." He shrugs and starts to walk off. Stacy grits her teeth and then says, "Chris, wait." He turns back around, hopeful. "We can hang out later, okay?" "Okay!" He walks off and Stacy goes the opposite direction, shaking her head. Closer now to where the arena entrance is, Juliara is seen running towards the black curtain. Leyla comes up behind her, ready for some girl talk. Juliara shakes her head no. "Sorry, I can't, I have to go out to the ring." Leyla looks a little sad, but walks away. "I would like to turn you on, from the night straight up till dawn, on and on and on and on and on again. See you walkin' down the street, you're the man I wanna meet in my bed and in between my sheets." King: Ohhh baby!! Do you think I could be the man she wants to meet?! JR: ...would you stop?! That's probably illegal King! Juliara comes out to a thunderous roar of cheers. She walks to the ring cheerfully and gets a microphone. "It's official everyone!" King: AH! See! I knew I was her man! JR: Now hush! "I am the newest manager and valet here on Unleashed!!" The crowd starts cheering again. King: So JR, I got a question. JR: ...what? King: Do you think I told her I didn't like those pants, I could talk her out of them? JR: I want a new announce team partner! "Yes, and anybody backstage who would like my services, just come and talk to me later tonight." Juliara flashes the crowd with a bright smile and continues on. "However, I'm not going to be one of those useless valet's that simply prance around in barely any clothing." King: ...damn. JR: Here's a tissue. "I'm still going to be an in-ring competitor and you know what? It won't be long until I have that women's title wrapped around my wiast! Sorry Jewel," she says innocently, "but you're reign is about to come to an end." Leyla's theme music hits, interrupting Juliara's speech. She gets into the ring and gets her own microphone. King: YAY!! Look at them JR! "What is wrong with you, Juliara?! You're going to be a stupid manager and just leave your tag team partner left on the sidelines?!" Leyla looks very upset as she waits for a response. Juliara shakes her head. "No Leyla, I didn't mean it like that, I -" Leyla cuts her off. "No! I don't really care what the hell you meant! Whatever, it doesn't even matter. I knew I would have never gone far with you anyways, bitch!" "Leyla, would you please calm down? I didn't mean to hurt you're feelings," Juliara says sympathetically. "We're still friends, aren't we?" Leyla looks disgusted. "Didn't meant to hurt my feelings? FRIENDS?! How about THIS for emotions?!" With that, Leyla drops her microphone and spears Juliara. King: OOH!!! That had to hurt! JR: That's not right! Juliara didn't mean anything by that. Leyla starts to pull Juliara's hair and slap her repeatedly. Afterwards, she gets off Juliara and attempts to walk away, but Juliara grabs Leyla's hair from behind and lands the Juliara Crusher! The crowd starts going wild again as Leyla lies motionless in the ring, knocked out. Juliara walks backstage again, fixing her hair. "I cannot believe her," she mutters. She turns the corner to head back to the diva's locker room when Shelton Benjamin comes to stop her. "Hey, I saw your announcement out there, could I talk to you for a moment?" Juliara takes a second to do a one-over on Shelty and then nods. "That sounds alright." "Okay, well I'm just getting started here on Unleashed and I thought a manager would be nice to have for a while." Juliara nods her head again and smiles. "I would love to Shelton. Consider it done." They start talking again and walk off down the hall. "In the Trunk" begins to play and Hellfire comes out to the crowd cheering like crazy. JR: This ought to be good. Hellfire walks to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. He pulls himself into the ring and gets a microphone. He taunts the crowd a little earning more cheers and then begins. "Oh I'm back, baby!!! Highway to Hell had been in my plans since the night Test sent me to the hospital. I got on the phone to Austin, we talked it out and bam!" Hellfire throws his head back and laughs. "So as everyone saw at the pay-per-view, I came back and kicked some ass. And now, I want back what is MINE! Test, you've had that United States title too damn long. It's time for a real champion to have the gold. Let's go Test, right here, right now!" Hellfire throws the microphone down and waits for Test to come out. A few seconds pass and still no Test. Hellfire starts to get impatient when someone's voice makes him look up. JR: What the...? "Ohhh Hellfire. Yeah, up here." Test begins laughing as his face is shown up on the screen. He leans back in the chair he's seated in and pats the US title on his shoulder. "You want this?" In the ring, Hellfire nods his head. "Haha! Not this week, kid, not this week." Throwing up his arms, Hellfire grunts in frustration. "Don't pop an artery there, kid. You'll get your chance. Next week, you and I will go one on one and if you can beat me, you get a title shot. How's that sound?" Hellfire picks up the microphone and pauses a moment. "Oh, you're on, bitch!" JR: Sounds like we've got a match!! "Great, I'll see ya next week, kid." Test turns away from the camera, then comes back. "Oh and, I think I forgot to mention, but it'll be a Hardcore match!" Laughing, Test disappears off the screen and we go to another commercial. This commercial is about the commercials that will take place next week. Was Keng Pao ever found? If so, where?! And how's Maven and Monty doing with Livin' Libido Loca? Okay, okay Monique. I'm going back to the show now! Hmpfh. "Get on the grind like clockwork. Move that behind like clockwork. Keep it coming on time like clockwork. Get that clockwork, make that clockwork." JR: Now what's this all about? Jayson Anderson and Torrie Wilson come down to the ring, arm in arm. They both are smiling, even though it appears the crowd isn't too pleased with them. Jayson has his Heavyweight Title thrown over his shoulder proudly. Jayson holds the ropes open for his wife and lets her in first. He follows and gets a microphone for himself. "The champ has arrived," Jayson smirks, getting louds boos from the crowd. "I'm sure you all saw what happened at Highway to Hell...but if not, let's replay, shall we?" Jayson motions up to the big screen where the end of the match at the PPV unfolds. The video ends and Jayson stands in the ring with his arm around Torrie. "Now, as you can see, clearly I was the victor. And as everyone knows...to the victor goes the spoils." Jayson raises his eyebrows, glances at Torrie and then holds up his title. "I have come out here to place a challenge. Anybody backstage who would like to have a match with me tonight...for the World Heavyweight Title," JR: WOW! King: Ah, see, I knew Jayson was a good champion! He's just throwin' around title shots left and right! What an honorable man. JR: Both of you make me sick. "So anybody backstage who'd like to try their luck, come on down." Jayson waits for a moment or so and still, nobody comes. "Well, if nobody wants to - " STAND BACK. THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THROUGH! Hurricane's music hits and the crowd's reaction immediately switches from boos to cheers. JR: Thank God somebody came out. King: HAHAHA Hurricane actually thinks he has a chance against Jayson? JR: Well by God, at least he's going to try! Jayson Anderson vs. Hurricane The bell rings and the match begins. Hurricane turns around to face Jayson, but he's not there. Hurricane looks left and then turns right and gets knocked off his feet with a huge clothesline. JR: BAH GAWD! He nearly took off the Hurricane's head! King: And Torrie likes it!! On the outside, Torrie pounds on the mat, cheering her husband on. She claps her hands together above her head, signalling to Jayson. He walks over to Torrie and leans through the ropes, giving her a kiss. He stands back up and goes to Hurricane, who is still trying to get up from that devestating clothesline. He gets behind him and opens his arms. Hurricane finally gets to his feet and stumbles backwards, walking right into the J-Lock! Jayson lifts Hurricane off his feet and starts jerking him from side to side. JR: Oh just end it already!! That's enough! King: He's the champ, he can do what he wants! JR: Yeah, we get it! He's a big, strong, tough guy, he doesn't have to kill our superstars because of it! Suddenly, Jayson drops Hurricane. JR: Thank God, now pin him and be done with it! King: Oh, I have a feeling he isn't done. Jayson taps his wrist and points at Hurricane. He sticks his head between his legs and flips him up on his shoulders. He spins around and then brings Hurricane down with the Clockwork! JR: BAH GAWD JUST END IT!!!!!! King: WOOO!!! Jayson smiles down at the fallen Hurricane and then covers him. 1... Torrie counts along on the outside. 2... 3! Lilian: Here is your winner and still XWE World Heavyweight Champion....JAYSON ANDERSON!! The referee holds up Jayson's hand in victory. Torrie snatches the belt from Lilian and takes it into the ring and hands it to Jayson. She also takes his arm from the referee and holds it up, receiving loud boos as Unleashed heads off to a commercial. The show comes back on air and we're backstage...again. Justice and TaTyana are talking backstage in hushed voices. From around the corner we see Lance peering around, trying to hear what they're saying. He leans more, but still can't hear a word. Bobby Lashley comes behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Jumping, Lance spins around. "What?!" Lance says in a whisper. "What are you doin' man?" Lance tells him to shut up and points around the corner where Justice and TaTyana are still talking. They listen for a moment, trying to catch a few words, but get nothing. Bobby pulls Lance back around the corner and says, "We need to keep an eye on that one." He nods and then walks off, leaving Lance to think about things. A new camera turns on inside the Unleashed Superstar's locker room. Johnny Nitro, Tyson Tomko and Val Venis stand around talking. Tyrese Blaster comes up, looking a little ticked. "You know what guys, this is beyond ridiculous!" The three superstars glance over, shrug and continue with their conversation. "No, you aren't hearing me, man! I've been on this roster for a while now and have I had a match?" The three grumble some response and attempt to get back at their conversation. "I've never been given the opportunity to show my skills in the ring! And I can tell all of you exactly why!" Stepping back, Tyrese gestures to himself, but the locker room apparently doesn't get it. "Alright, well, I don't know if you all know this or not, but I'm black! And our general managers discriminate against people like myself. Look at our general managers, one of them is a redneck hillbilly and the other -" "Is a self-indulged jackass!" Tyrese turns around to see Booker T and Sharmell standing behind him. Booker laughs and says, "I hear ya man. Things aren't right around here." Tyrese and Booker shake hands as the camera heads out to the ring. AIN'T NO STOPPIN' ME NOOOOWWWW!!!!!!! Shelty B comes running down the ring and gets himself a microphone. "Alright, I'm out here tonight and I'm going to do the best that I can. So, if my -" Flames shoot up from the ringposts and Kane walks out, fixing his elbow pad. King: Uh oh... JR: For some reason, I don't think that was who Shelton meant. Kane swings himself over the top rope and stares down Shelton. "N-Now Kane, I-I-I...no you and I are not supposed to fight tonight. I'm supposed to face -" I guess we'll never know who Shelty was supposed to face. Kane grabs him by the throat and swings him up in the air, crashing him back down with a chokeslam. JR: BAH GAWD!! SHELTON MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF! Kane shakes his head, snarling. He picks Shelton back up and swings him into Tombstone position. Kane drops to his knees, crushing Shelton's head and neck. JR: NO! BAH GAWD!!! Kane starts laughing and goes to leave the ring, but stops as he sees Juliara slide in. She rushes to Shelton, attempting to help him. Kane grabs her by the hair and spins her around. She looks scared for a moment and then slaps him, making Kane release his grip. She goes back to Shelton's side, calling for medical help. Kane turns back around with that sick grin on his face. Juliara stands up to get the stretcher into the ring being brought down by the medics. Kane raises his right, gloved hand, waiting. She finally turns and walks right into his fist going around her throat. JR: NO! NO! King: Somebody stop him!! Kane holds her up in the air for a few extra seconds before slamming her into the canvas. He sits up, laughing as Unleashed heads to its final commercial. Edge and Justice vs. Lance Hoyt and AJ Styles - Tag Team Titles Lilian: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. You think you know me... "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge rings out around the arena as Edge and Justice step through the curtain and make their way down towards the ring, holding up their Tag Team Championship belts for the fans to see. Lilian: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 410 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... they are the XWE Tag Team Champions... Justice Williams and Edge! Edge slides into the ring as Justice jumps onto the ring apron and over the ropes. They hold their title belts up again and are showered in cheers. Lilian: And their opponents… Introducing first, from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing in at 219 pounds... AJ Styles! Styles comes out onto the stage and walks down to the ring. The crowd boos AJ, causing the Gainesville native to taunt the fans with insults. Lilian: And his partner, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 290 pounds... Lance Hoyt! Lance Hoyt's music starts and Hoyt heads out onto the stage to the chorus of boos and jeers. He walks down to the ring and slides in. Hoyt goes to one corner and raises one fist towards the sky, getting more boos from the crowd. After several seconds of eyeballing and trash talking, Edge and Styles leave the ring, leaving Williams and Hoyt to start the match. The pair tie up and Williams whips Hoyt into the ropes, he attempts a shoulder block but gets knocked down to the mat by Hoyt. Williams gets back to his feet only to be met with a stiff right hand to the jaw. J.R.: Hoyt is using his size advantage to get the upper hand in the early going here. Hoyt beats Williams back into his corner. Styles wraps the tag rope around Williams’s neck as Hoyt continues to land lefts and rights. The referee sees what is going on and begins to count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Styles releases Williams at the last second to avoid disqualification. Hoyt hoists Williams onto the top turnbuckle, and then begins to climb up himself. King: This isn't looking good for Justice! Hoyt executes a huge belly-to-belly suplex on Williams from the top rope, then begins to work on Williams's back. Hoyt nails him with three punishing knee drops to the small of his back before proceeding to stomp on his smaller opponent. Edge tries to enter the ring to help Williams, but he only manages to distract the referee, allowing Styles and Hoyt to double team his fallen partner. They shoot Williams into the ropes and let him have a devastating double flapjack. Hoyt steps out of the ring, leaving Styles to work over Williams. The referee turns to Styles and questions him about whether a tag was made or not. Styles is able to convince the referee that there was indeed a tag made. Styles drags Williams to his feet and hooks him for a suplex. Styles then delivers a series of three vertical suplexes to Williams. Styles cockily drapes an arm over Williams for the cover, causing a flood of boos to emerge from the audience. 1... 2... KICK OUT! J.R.: Justice is just barely able to kick out! Styles swaggers round the ring cockily, talking trash to his fallen opponent as the audience lets him have a barrage of verbal abuse. King: Styles sure likes to waste time! J.R.: That may be true, King, but AJ knows what he's doing in that ring. Williams is beginning to get back to his feet as Styles makes a grab for him, but Williams is able to connect with a boot to the gut and, with the last of his energy, plants Styles’s head firmly into the canvas with a DDT. Both men lie flat out in the ring. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... J.R.: Neither man is moving here, this thing could end in a double count-out! 7... 8... Williams slowly begins to crawl towards his corner as the fans collectively clap to encourage him. Just before he can get to the corner, Styles, who has now made it back to his feet, makes a grab for Williams’s leg and tries to drag him back into the middle of the ring. Williams, however, is able to kick Styles away and makes a dive for Edge’s outstretched hand, making the tag. Edge storms into the ring and explodes into action. He kicks Styles in the gut and delivers an Edgecution. He follows up with a leg drop and then goes for the cover. 1... 2... J.R.: NO! Hoyt stomps on Edge to make the save. Edge attacks Hoyt and throws him over the top rope, sending him sailing headfirst into the guard rail on the outside. J.R.: BAH GAWD! DID YOU SEE THAT, KING?! LANCE HOYT IS OUT COLD! King: Aw, he'll be alright... his face broke the fall! Edge picks up Styles and scoop slams him onto the mat. He climbs to the top turnbuckle in his corner, tags Williams and then hits a perfect moonsault on Styles. J.R.: OH MAH GAWD! A move rarely used by Edge, yet delivered perfectly! Williams takes control of Styles, locking him in an arm bar. King: That's pretty rare too, for a high-flyer like Justice! Maybe Edge and Justice traded move sets! Styles yells out in pain as Williams tries to wrench his arm out of his socket. Styles tries to crawl for the ropes to force Williams to break the hold. King: AJ's in trouble here! J.R.: And Lance can’t help him, he’s still out cold on the outside! King: He'll be fiiiiine! Styles struggles to try to break the hold, but to no avail. Williams continues to apply pressure. The referee asks Styles if he wants to give up. Styles shakes his head as he continues to scream in pain. Williams, realizing that Styles isn't going to tap out, breaks the hold himself and proceeds to stomp on Styles’s shoulder, as if to separate it. Hoyt gets to his knees on the outside and shakes his head as if shaking cobwebs away. A thin line of blood runs down his face from a cut on his forehead. King: See? He's fine! Williams tags in Edge, and the pair level Styles out with a double dropkick. Edge goes for the cover. 1... 2... KICK OUT! Styles somehow manages to get his shoulder up. Edge drags Styles over to the ropes and tags Williams back in and holds Styles up. Williams enters the ring and quickly delivers his finishing superkick, Oblivion, on Styles. Edge releases Styles and watches him drop to the mat before returning to his corner outside of the ring. J.R.: Justice hits the Oblivion! It's gotta be over now! 1... 2... J.R.: NO! BAH GAWD, AJ STYLES IS DETERMINED TO STAY IN THIS MATCH! From the outside, Hoyt grabs Williams's leg and drags him off of Styles and out of the ring. He heads to his corner and shouts for Styles to hurry and tag him in. Styles slowly crawls over as Williams gets to his feet, but Styles is able to tag Hoyt in. Hoyt beckons Williams to enter the ring. Williams does so, and in return is met with Hoyt's Black Out. Hoyt goes for the pin. Edge enters the ring to break it up, but is suddenly tripped by a recovering Styles from the outside. 1... 2... 3! J.R.: BAH GAWD, LANCE HOYT AND AJ STYLES HAVE WON THE TAG TEAM TITLES! Lilian: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, and the new XWE Tag Team Champions... Lance Hoyt and AJ Styles! Styles enters the ring slowly with the tag titles and hands one to Hoyt. They raise them up into the air as they are showered in boos and insults. The new champions then look down at their two opponents and begin to stomp away at them. J.R.: BAH GAWD, what's going on here?! King: Come on J.R., that's how they celebrate! Hoyt and Styles continue their attack on Edge and Williams, when suddenly, the crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers. Someone storms the ring in a blur and begins to fight the champions off. J.R.: OH MAH GAWD, IT'S CHRISTIAN! King: Is it really that big of a surprise, J.R.? Christian wouldn't let his own brother get beat up! Christian pummels both Hoyt and Styles with right hands, and yells after them as they manage to escape with their new belts. Christian then tends to his brother, Edge, and Justice as Unleashed goes off air. |