Every person has an inner rage, a deep-seeded urge for destruction. And if pushed to its limits, that rage, that urge, that destruction . . . can be released. The desire for revenge will transcend all moral bounds, the fury can transform even the most concerned benevolent into machines of undefeatable evil. For those warriors in whom we place our trust, are embarked in a new kind of fight. For a cause they may not understand, against an enemy they cannot predict. The forces of the devil shall emerge from the depths of hell and crawl its path to poison the minds of every fighter. Indeed they have been released, indeed they have been seen . . . indeed they have been UNLEASHED!!!!!!!!!

(theme song)

"And NOW, Raw, Smackdown! And Fanfiction.net presents—

WWE UNLEASHED!!!!!!!!!!"

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No other show that month had released THAT amount of firework, the echo-breaking pyros EXPLODED wildly, flames burst from every direction. No ear in that arena could hear the sound of another call as the titan tron let out uncontrolled amounts of various types of fire, various types of engulfing flames! The SOLD OUT arena of the Giant Center had never vibrated like that in its history before! The screams of thousands, possibly MILLIONS could be heard screaming, shouting, yelling as the most electrifying WWE event of the month took place!

Jim Ross's shouts were heard intensely as he spoke on the Raw-announcing table, next to the titan tron.

J.R- "WE ARE SOLD OUT IN THE GIANT CENTER OF HERSHEY PENNSYLVANIA! We are GEARED and READY because the Heavyweight Championship of the WORLD is upon us! But us J.R and King, we've got another agenda! We are here to commentate, but by GOD we're here to fight as well! And we're dressed and ready!"

King- "Is that why you have your lucky 'Sooners' jersey on?"

J.R- "You better DAMN believe it!"

King- "Alright!"

J.R- "We have a GREAT line of matches ladies and gentlemen. Our colleagues Hugo Savinvick and Carlos Cabera are standing by over at the Spanish announce table and just beside them, Tazz and Michael Cole of SMACKDOWN! Take it over Michael!"

Cole: "Thanks Jim. Well ladies and Gentlemen, as J.R just said, we have HUGE line up of matches here tonight on Unleashed! The Smackdown MAINEVENT! Triple H will go one-on-one against the WWE Champion Brock Lesner inside a 30ft HELL IN A CELL! (Nav's note- isnt tht how big a hell in a cell is? Im not sure, let me know k?)"

Tazz: "Oh no doubt this is gonna be another history-creating match up! Remember the last time when Brock Lesner went inside the Cell? He left Taker in a POND of his own blood!"

Cole: "Well RAW also has a huge line up for THEIR matches as well!"

Tazz: "Have to agree, have to agree! The Rock versus Goldberg for the World Heavyweight Championship is an entirely different match! The Rock had VOWED that he will indeed win this time around Cole! He has vowed he will break apart the Evolution foundation!"

Cole: "So what do YOU think which event is bigger Tazz? Our Hell in a Cell or their Icon vs. Icon?"

Tazz: "I'm gonna pretend you didn't ask me that Cole."

Cole: "Well as a privilege, Smackdown will be one to start things off tonight, Rey Mysterio takes on TWO opponents: Tajiri and Nunzio!"

Tazz: "Cruiserweight Championship up next!"

The sound of a locomotive speeding through the railways was heard as in a mare second, the 'Mystery King' Rey Mysterio popped up behind the RAW announce table! King almost jumped at the sight of the masked Champion behind him.

Ding, ding, ding!

"The Following Triple-Threat Cruiserweight Championship is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring, the CRUSIERWEIGHT Champion. From San Diego California, weighing in a 175pounds, REY MYSSTERIO!"

Cole: "What a WAY to start the PPV off! Triple Threat action with Rey Mysterio!"

Tazz: "Rey's a very talented athlete Cole, I'm placing my bet on him tonight."

The screen changed from Mysterio to the Unleashed screen where footages were shown

Cole: "Well folks, let us refresh your memory on what happened last week on Smackdown; the Cruiserweight title was on the line. After connecting a perfect 619 and a West Coast Pop from the top turnbuckle, Rey Mysterio gained the pin."

Tazz: "But what happened afterwards was the shock,"

Cole: "That's right, after the match was over, Tajiri deliberately sprayed the green-mist on Mysterio's eyes!"

Tazz: "That sudden change in Tajiri's 'character' resulted him receiving boos from the fans! Ha! Suits him right!"

Screen shifts back

Cole: "Well nonetheless, the triple-threat announcement was made earlier today on Sunday Night Heat when Tajiri joined forces with FBI member NUNZIO to battle for the Cruiserweight title!"

By that time, Rey was inside the ring and just hopped back to the apron after posing on the top turnbuckle. Standing on the north-most side of the ring, Rey saw his enemy approach.

"And the challenger from Japan, weighing 205pounds –TAJIRI!" Tony Chimel, the Smackdown ring-announcer called out as a-Japanese-theme music erupted. Tajiri walked out.

Cole: "Tajiri receiving boos due to his latest actions . . . but either way, Tajiri is talented Tazz."

Tazz: "Gifted if you ask me, I fought the guy on ECW believe me! He packs one hell of a fight."

Sliding inside the ring, Tajiri climbed on one turnbuckle and glanced at the fans as some of them took pictures. He too jumped off and waited for the third contestant.

"And representing the Full-Blooded-Italians, NUNZIO!"

Nunzio was actually the leader of the FBI, even though he doesn't have much wrestling talents he is still surviving in the WWE. His lackeys Chuck Palumbo and Johnny Stambolli were forbidden on mostly every match Nunzio was on! The referees had suggested this in order to do their job properly.

Sliding in, Nunzio stood beside Tajiri as they both locked eyes upon the Cruiserweight Champion. Nunzio's plan was to bribe Tajiri into letting him win the belt. The Japanese Buzzsaw did accept the money . . . so nothing was suppose to go wrong . . . right?

Ding, Ding, Ding! The bell rang for the second time as the match got underway. The three walked in slow-motion as the champion made the first move by walking forwards. But as soon as Rey reached the two foes, Tajiri and Nunzio parted and started stalking the champion from both sides. Yep, this was going to be another hard match.

Rey looked right and left to see the two foes circling him . . . he had to make a move fast otherwise he would end up getting hit most.

But before Mysterio could react, Nunzio dashed at him from the left, trying clothesline only to get countered when Rey ducked out of it. Turning Nunzio behind to face him properly, Mysterio chopped him across the bare chest once. Urging the slight slap to burn in Nunzio's skin. The FBI leader bent down to grab his chest, this opened an opportunity for Tajiri to enter.

Rolling over Nunzio's bent back, the Japanese Buzzsaw opened his legs and fixed them tightly around the confused Mysterio's neck, spinning from Nunzio's back and rolling off from it, Tajiri slammed Mysterio with a moderate headscissorstakedown. Dragging the champion over to the other side of the ring.

Once fallen to the mat, Rey quickly flipped back to his feet and slightly moved away to avoid the spinning heel kick by Tajiri. Rey saw an opening and jumped to crash his feet on Tajiri's backside skull! Letting him fall to the mat.

Suddenly, Nunzio fell from the turnbuckle with a flying axehandle that landed on Mysterio's back. The match continued like this for a short while, with Tajiri and Nunzio double-teaming on Rey. But during a irish whip, the champion suddenly gained control and came back with a crossbody against the two opponents! Rey recovered quick and waited for either the competitors to emerge from the dozy move. Unfortunately, both of them got up. Fortunately, Rey grabbed hold of the top-rope, hopped on the middle-rope to gain speed and came flying with a double-handed-clothesline on Tajiri and Nunzio! Slamming all three of them to the mat!

Amazingly, Rey curved out of the fallen position, ran to the black ropes on the opposite side and came with a front-dropkick to square against Nunzio! The FBI leader got hit by that impact really hard, it knocked him off barely-raised feet and sent him fall onto the bottom-ropes, with his head facing towards the lights. This wasn't the 6-1-9 set up, but it was on the ropes! Rey went against the ropes a second time to gain his speed, but as he came to the part where he had to slide in between the ropes, Tajiri grabbed his back and sent him over his head with a smashing Released-German-suplex! Tajiri covered,

~1!

~2!!

But Nunzio interfered and broke the count! This wasn't part of his 'plan'! Nunzio paid Tajiri to LOSE! He paid him to let HIM win! Not get the belt himself! Picking him up, Nunzio took matters into his own hands, if he had to win this he had to win this himself! Grabbing hold of Tajiri's head, the Italian Wrestler crashed his left knee straight onto The Japanese Buzzsaw's face! Then crashed his right knee, and proceeded with this two more times before letting go.

Now, obviously those knee-shots would atleast slow Tajiri down, and that was what Nunzio needed. Jumping to the air, Nunzio connected a dropkick which dropped Tajiri to the ground.

But Mysterio flipped up, with a swift and fast move, Mysterio slammed his boots on Nunzio's face yet a second time! This one, however was more fierce and left Nunzio to tremble some steps and fall on to the top-turnbuckle. Facing inwards rather then outwards. But this was enough! Rey ran to the black ropes on the opposite side as the crowd went wild! HE ran back, grabbed hold of the top-rope, slid between the middle one and came back with a spine-squashing 6-1-9 to literally wipe Nunzio out of the match! It had to be enough for him! His spine is supposed to break! Nunzio rolled out of the ring in pain as the crowd went on their feet just like in every Rey Mysterio match, Tajiri was getting up, and it was time for the West Coast Pop! Rey hopped on the top-rope and jumped all the way to grab Tajiri by his neck. But, the Japanese Buzzsaw saw what was coming, and again dashed forwards to let Mysterio miss his finisher. This move totally changed the revolution of the match, when Rey landed on his feat to look backwards on where Tajiri was standing, he knew that the Japanese Buzzsaw was aiming for the Buzzsaw side-kick. The referee, however, didn't know this. Tajiri shot his leg, Mysterio ducked out, and referee Brain Hebner was left being Buzzsaw kicked straight across his temple! He collapsed on the floor. Never to return in the match as it continued.

Rey and Tajiri battled for most of the next 3 minutes. Nunzio arrived once but at the same time it was Tajiri doing a hand-flip feel-flip, Rey saw it and front-dropkicked on Tajiri's back to force him forwards onto the entering Nunzio. Nunzio crashed against Tajiri and lost balance, he fell outside the ring once more, crashing on the ramp! Again, the match narrowed down to Rey and Tajiri. After a missed 6-1-9, Tajiri crashed his foot on Rey's head to connect the Buzzsaw kick! He covered but no one was there! The referee was still out!

After waiting 5 seconds or so, another referee, Mark Spox ran out to count the pin falls.

~1!

~2!!

KICKOUT by Rey Mysterio! This being a triple-threat match prevented the ref to disqualify Nunzio who was still lying outside. Again, Mysterio and Tajiri battled it out, after countering a running clothesline, both Rey and Tajiri were on and against the opposing ropes, when they neared Rey jumped to do a big-boot type of maneuver and knocked Tajiri to the ground! Rey rested while Tajiri tried to emerge, it showed that green blood fell from his mouth.

Tazz: "Ohh! That's the Green Mist substance that Tajiri always uses!"

After a connecting a dropkick, Tajiri fell to the middle ropes! THE perfect setting for a 6-1-9! The crowds went their feet once more as Rey Mysterio, the Cruiserweight Champion, ran to the opposing ropes, came back, slid between the middle rope and actually did a double-type of move because that was the same time when Nunio tried to get up, Nunzio's face was rubbed with Rey's speeding boot as Mysterio connected the SIX-ONE-NINE straight across Tajiri's face!!! Tajiri flew to the middle of the ring as the impact crashed him backwards. The fans were screaming, they were ready to see the West Coast Pop perfectly connect, one thing that was unsuccessful ever since last Thursday! Well, the west coast pop was delivered, but it wasn't delivered from the top-rope! Rey waited, he begged for Nunzio to remain in the ground and Tajiri to rise to his feet! Only seconds away for this tiring match to end.

Finally, after 5 seconds, Tajiri got up, his eyes went wide when he saw Rey Mysterio jumping off the top-rope and was just decimeters away from his head! Holding on to his skull with Rey's legs, Mysterio popped back up and swiftly twist around and maneuvered to let the West Coast Pop connect! Tajiri's shoulders were to the mat! But why wasn't the ref counting? Mark Spox was looking at Brain Hebner to see if he was alright!

'HEY!' Mysterio called out, but Spox didn't hear that, suddenly, Mysterio felt his eyes burn with spice once again when Tajiri blew a deep-burning RED mist on the eyes of Mysterio! Rey normally let go to grab his eyes and rub them, because he feared that might have blinded him. Stalking, Tajiri connected the Buzzsaw sidekick when he got up, Mark Spox saw Tajiri hitting the kick and pinning so he counted.

~1! Nunzio was barely getting up to the ring,

~2!! Rey was out cold.

~3!!!!!! Ding, Ding, Ding! And Tajiri was the new Cruiserweight Champion.

"Here is your winner, and the NEW Cruiserweight Champion! TAJIRI!!!!"

Cole: "I don't believe this!"

Tazz: "Tajiri did it Cole! HE won the Cruiserweight Title!"

Cole: "He cheated!"

Tazz: "That's right!"

The Japanese Buzzsaw grabbed his new belt and rolled out of the ring to walk up the ramp . . . that was a win . . . but he still got the boos.

Cole: "That is just not fair Tazz! Yes it's a no-DQ match but you cant spray any type of acid in your opponent's face!"

Tazz: "Well that's not just ANY type of acid Cole! Ha, ha! That's the RED mist!"

Cole used the UNLEASHED reply mode to show how Tajiri sprayed his chemical element and gain the pin.

Cole: "That . . . that was just plain unfair!"

The new Cruiserweight champion walked up the ramp as a evil grin spread across his red-lips . . . he was one of the forces send by the Devil, as spoken at the beginning of the event.

Cole: "Well folks, still to come tonight; the Tag team titles are on the line!"

Tazz: "That's right! Eddie and Chavo Guerrero against the Self Proclaimed World's Greatest Tag Team, Benjamin and Haas! That's next!"

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Bodies have been breached, "How do you learn to fall off a 20ft ladder?!" "He might've been broken in half!" "I thought Shane must've been . . . knocked out," "I dislocated my right shoulder," "I think I broke my tailbone."

Necks Broken. "I ruptured a disk . . . which . . . fragmented into my spinal column." Careers ended in an instant . . . Yes, this IS entertainment, but the hazards are real. "How's he even able to stand . . . that's what I wanna know," "He doesn't have a damn clue where he is." No Matter who you are, whatever you do, PLEASE don't try this at home.

)_______-Commercial Break-________(

J.R- "Welcome back folks, this is J.R and King from the Raw announce table. As you already know, King and I have a very special tag-match later on tonight. So what do u think King? Can we really win against those nutcases or what?"

King- "J.R, I've worked with you ever since I first came here in the WWE. I know what we can do! Just . . . have faith old friend."

J.R- "Yeah, faith is something I have King but . . . who knows what Coach and Al Snow has up their sleeve."

King- "We can DO this! Our JOBS are on the line J.R! And right now, our job is to commentate in this upcoming match! SO stop talking stupid things and start believing in yourself!"

J.R- "Wow! I didn't know you could talk smart like that King!"

King- "Ha, ha. And I didn't know you could crack up jokes like me J.R!"

J.R- "I'm not joking,"

King- "Ha, ha! . . . Right . . ."

Some of the crowds could be seen running into their seats after going through their bathroom breaks during the commercial. They didn't want to miss THIS match of all matches! This, was one of the most dangerous type of battle in the WWE . . . this was a special fatal-4-way ladder match!

The first competitor's music slammed on as Lillian Garcia, the Raw host, began her introduction.

'Test, test, this is a test. Test, test, this is a test.'

"The following is a special 4-way ladder match for the Intercontinental Championship! First up, weighting 289 pounds, he is from Toronto Canada - Test!"

The tall wrestler strode down to the ring and slid in. Test jumped on the corner turnbuckle and raised his arms, but he wasn't exactly popular with the crowd so he just yelled back and hopped down.

King- "Ha!"

Then . . . the energetic music of Jeff Hardy came up as the lights went out, revealing only his silhouette feature and his glow-in-the-dark face paint.

"AND his opponent, from Cameron North Carolina – JEFF HARDY!"

The lights snapped on as the reckless daredevil ran into the ring and to the corners, balancing himself on one leg. The crowd cheered for this, much to Test's annoyance and Jeff jumped back and waited out the next opponent while keeping an eye on Test.

'Can you dig it? SUCKAH!!!!!!!'

"And approaching the ring weighting 256 pounds, Booker T!"

Booker T danced out from the back and into the stage and the cheering crowd. Stopping in the center, Booker T looked at his hand, raised it briefly, shook his head wildly and jumped. The flaming pyros exploded behind him as he held his pose before heading directly to the ring. Entering the ring, he raised his hands as the crowds cheered loudly, again to Test's annoyance. Booker T then climbed down and took his spot in the corner.

Then Christian's music came up and the champion started towards the ring, signaling out his 'peeps' in the crowd, to which surprisingly there was a fair number of.

"And making his way to the ring, weighting 220 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion, Christian!"

Christian slid in and did his own pose on the ropes. Not many cheered, but Christian didn't care either way. He came down back to the ring and all four opponents faced off with each other, all taking special note of the two ladders that were set up on the outside as well as the Intercontinental Title which hung above.

J.R- "Let me remind you the deadly rules of this match King, the only way in order to win the title is pull it off from its hooked structure right above in the center of the ring! 20 feet on the air, the 4 competitors will have to race their phases to get to the belt by means of a ladder. That is, if they can keep the 3 opponents DOWN in the process!"

King- "This is gonna be one hell of a match J.R!"

Ding, ding, ding!

At the sound of the bell, all the participants attacked. Christian attacked Booker T while Test attacked Jeff. They all exchanged blows with one another until Christian and Booker T flipped to the outside. Test continued to pummel Jeff and he tossed him again the ropes. Jeff rebounded and Test went for a short clothesline, but Jeff slid right between his legs, hopped up, and dropkicked him in the back. Test stumbled to the mat and Jeff pounced, hitting him until his back was against the ropes. Jeff then did his own clothesline and Test was flipped out on the other side. Jeff then grabbed the ropes and jumped out on Test as arose and the two of them crashed into each other!

King- "OH!" Jerry almost shouted of the short impact.

Meanwhile on the other end, Booker T was gaining uphold on Christian as he continued to hit him. After the last blow, Christian backed away, trying to get a breather as Booker T followed. Booker T finally caught up with him, but that was because Christian was charging at him with the ladder. The metal slammed into Booker's head as he fell hard.

J.R- "OH my! You can FEEL the impact with that vibrating sound King!"

King- "Oh you said it J.R!"

Christian dropped the ladder and stomped on Booker T a few times before turning around to pick up the ladder to toss it in the ring.

Meanwhile, Jeff was just recovering from his leap on Test when he saw Christian setting up the ladder. Frantically, Jeff climbed up the turnbuckle from the outside while Christian began his climb. Christian had just made it to the top and was reaching for the belt when Jeff leaped into the air and dropkicked the ladder, causing it and the champion to fall over the side and out the ring! Now that they both are down once again, a recovering Test made his way into the ring. Angered by Jeff Hardy's earlier attack, Test began to stomp in on his fallen and weakened body, repeatedly. Not only was Jeff getting in his way of the Intercontinental Championship, but Jeff Hardy was ALSO the cousin of Test's competitor Edge! Well . . . his competitor over Stacy Keibler that is. Lifting Jeff up, Test bodyslammed him onto the mat, crashing his spine very badly! He loved to see the Hardy boy ache in pain.

Being satisfied with his work, Test slid outside to retrieve the second ladder, only to find it missing. Looking around, he saw the problem. Booker T had grabbed the ladder and had now slid it into the ring. Test slid back into the ring before Booker T could pick up the ladder and clotheslined him! Booker T went down, but bounced right back up. Test charged again and again Booker T fell and rose, albeit slowly. Test then circled his arm around the front of Booker T's waist and fell down in a sidewalk slam! Booker T moaned and Test went for the ladder. After grabbing it and setting it up, Test began to climb, but Booker T grabbed his leg. Of course that didn't stop him as he kicked Booker T's face and continued his ascent. Not giving up, Booker T climbed up the other end and caught up with him at the top. They both started to hit each other repeatedly, with neither showing any signs of falling.

At the same time, Christian had recovered and grabbed the ladder he fell with. While Booker T and Test were fighting, he set up his own ladder and began the climb. With the two of them fighting, reclaiming the title will be a cinch.

Or so he thought...

He was shocked at seeing Jeff arise from the other end and attack him as well. In a rage, Christian fought back and all four of them were duking it out on ladders. Christian managed to get the upper hand and he grabbed Jeff's hair and tossed him to the side, sending him crashing into the mat stores below!!! The scream from the audience seemed merciless!

J.R- "OH MY GOD! That kid!!! JEFF HARDY has fallen off the ladder!!!"

King- "Oh I just KNEW this would happen! If there's a ladder match and Jeff's in it, then you can BET he'll fall off that thing!"

J.R- "He normally does it with his own balance and timing . . . oh god . . . he isnt moving."

Meanwhile, Booker T was over-powering Test and did the same thing, knocking him off!

King- "Oh no not another one!!!"

J.R- "Just like that folks . . . Test and Jeff has met the same results . . . good lord . . ."

Booker T then switched his attention at Christian, who was inches away from grabbing the title. In a desperate move, Booker T kicked out over to Christian, hitting him in the ribs. Christian doubled over a bit and his swayed to the side, which is just what Booker T wanted! Raising his hand in the arm, Booker T suddenly jumped off his ladder to Christian, with his legs open to the air and he connected with a ultra-high SCISSORS KICK!!!

J.R- "Just LOOK at the crowd King! Every single person in this ARENA is on their feet!"

King- "Look at the crowd? LOOK at poor ol Christian! The guy just got scissors kicked in midair J.R!"

The both of them crashed down on the mat with a heavy slam, shaking the squared circle in a rhythmic way . . . the four wrestlers who had stepped into the ring for this match . . . were all laid inside the ring . . . unconscious from the unspeakable actions and its results . . .

After a good while of non-movement, Booker T slowly began to rise. His body ached and was riddled with pain after that move, but he went on nevertheless. He staggered to the corner and stood up to catch his breath. But he was unaware that Test was up as well and holding the ladder. When Booker T turned around, Test tossed the ladder at him and ran full speed to deliver a devastating big boot to Booker T! His foot smashed into the ladder and onto Booker T and he fell outside the ring. Test roared and moved over to pick up the ladder. He set up the ladder right underneath the title and was about to climb when a shot from the back stopped him. It was Christian holding a steel chair! Christian charged again, smacking Test against the ropes and sending him flying outside! Christian then went to follow to make sure Test didn't get up again as he hit him with yet another chairshot! This time, it connected straight on his Canadian-brother's head! Undoubtedly knocking him off from his stable state.

Still holding the chair, Christian turned back to the ring when his own chair smacked him in the face! Jeff had slid through the bottom ropes and impacted with Christian's face. The champion staggered back and Jeff managed to grab the chair and hit him again, causing his body to sprawl onto the Spanish announce table. A dark look came over the young Hardy as he went back into the ring and toward the ladder. He could have climbed up and easily take the belt, but instead he moved the ladder over to the side and began to climb to the very top. Fear was void of presence as Jeff stood delicately on the top with his hands out and looking over his target. The crowds were in awe as Jeff Hardy dove ring off the ladder and into the announce-table with a beautiful Swanton Bomb!!! His body crashed into Christian's and the table seemed to explode on the impact. Both Christian and Jeff were crushed amid the rubble.

Elsewhere, Booker T was once again getting to his feet. His head spun after that attack by Test, but he was still willing to go on. Slowly, he crawled back into the ring and toward the ladder. His climb was even harder than the first, but he went up. But by the time he reached it, he realized that he would have to turn around to grab the title. Still, whatever it took... Booker T began to reach, but he didn't see Test awaking from the outside and grabbing the ladder. Test swayed the ladder and Booker T had to jump off in order to avoid crashing down again. He met with Test on the mat and Test charged at him and clotheslined him. Test then went for the ladder again and was about to use it when Booker T used the Spin-a-Roonie to recover and he gave Test a swift crescent kick. Test dropped the ladder and arose, seeing blurred visions. But Booker T had had enough and he slung his arm around him and slammed him down with the Book End! However, Booker T was too exhausted to stay on his feet and wound up going down with it and slamming his face into the ladder as well as Test's back! The two were out for the count

On the outside, it seems that nothing could be done for the two wrestlers when miraculously, Jeff began to move. It was slow, but it was definite as Jeff moved out of the rubble he caused. He saw the nearby ladder and slowly slid it in the ring. After entering himself, he panted heavily as he struggled to regain his bearings. He set the ladder up under the title and began his climb once again. The climb was nearly unbearable to say the least, but the daredevil continued. He could faintly see Christian arising and making his way to the ring, but he kept going. He reached the top and began to reach when Christian suddenly slammed into the ladder. The ladder began to topple over and Jeff suddenly reacted. In an instant of motion, he jumped off the falling ladder and held on the suspended belt! Christian was in shock as Jeff dangled on and unbuckled the belt!!!

Jeff then crashed down below, IC title in hand.

"The winner of the match and the NEW Intercontinental Champion, JEFF HARRDY!!"

Jeff couldn't believe it. Despite the pain, agony, and major headaches, he smiled. He had successfully won the Intercontinental Championship. He had put his body, soul, and mind to the limit and was rewarded for it as the new champion.

J.R- "We have a new IC Champion folks! This crazy kid has done it again! JEFF HARDY is the NEW Intercontinental Champion!!!!"

King- "Oh my gosh look at Christian's face! Ha, ha! He can't believe it!"

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Backstage, it was inside the Smackdown locker-room where Eddie Guerrero, the United States Champion, was standing beside his locker. Eddie was one of the most fan-favorite superstars on Smackdown! Even though he was cheating every week like the 'bad-guys', Eddie was still loved for his Latino Heat and his talent for talking on the mic . . . Something that all superstars lack on. Aside from being a fan-fave, Eddie was also the first ever-United States champion in recent months! Right after the title was reborn on Smackdown, Eddie defeated none other than the famous Chris Benoit! Benoit was once his tag-team partner, but then again, so was Dean Malenko, Perry Saturn, Rhyno, Tajiri and countless other superstars! Eddie always ended up either betraying with them or breaking up with them on multiple occasions. Eddie's newest partner was his own nephew Chavo Guerrero. Eddie and Chavo made the team Lo's Guerreros in respect of the Guerrero family. And it seems as if Chavo is one of the few tag-partners Eddie can really have fun with! Maybe this guy wont be betrayed away like the others? We shall have to keep on watching.

Rubbing his U.S belt for it to shine, Eddie looked up to see his partner approaching. The nephew said "OLE!" And just like that, the chemistry between Eddie and Chavo blasted out on camera as the two family-members started their conversation.

"OLE! CHAVITTO!" One other thing, Eddie always called his nephew 'Chavito'.

"CEE! Our match is next bro!" His nephew said as Eddie slapped on his shoulder and started nodding and etceteras.

"Essay," The uncle started with a low tone, "You have to tell me one thing man,"

"What is it?"

"Essay, HOW'D you pull it off? I mean, getting us a World Tag-Team title shot essay? What's with that?" Chavo smiled,

"Geontola?"

"See essay," Chavito continued, "I went to Stephanie McMahon, and I talked to her about Lo's Guerrero's being back together again!"

"Seamon Essay!"

"La' Familia!"

"YYEAAAAH! LA' FAMILIA!"

"See, she agreed, and she gave us that title shot TONIGHT!"

"Tonight essay?"

"That's right bro we're up next!"

"See Chavito . . . I'm PROUD of you homes! I mean, thinking about La' Familia like that vato."

"Well I'm not only thinkin' about La' Familia, I'm thinking about you Eddie!"

"Wa . . . wait . . . why me?"

"BECAUSE, after tonight, you're not gonna be only the United States Champion, after tonight you're ALSO gonna be ONE half of the WWE Tag-Team Champions! With . . . moa!"

That blew Eddie off from existence as his eyes traveled beyond his sight . . . somewhere he saw himself holding both the U.S and the Tag-team titles! One belt on each shoulder as he kissed both for good luck . . . "Seamon essay . . ." Was all his numb brain could let him speak . . .

"That's right bro!" Chavito exclaimed, slapping Uncle Eddie's shoulder to snap him out of his day-dream.

"Seamon! I think I can USE more gold! I think I'll look GOOD essay!"

"Oh you're gonna look GREAT!"

"SEAMON Vato!"

"Say, I tell you what? Let's stop talking about it, and lets go out there and kick some BUTT!"

"OLE!"

"And bring home THE WWE TAG-TEAM TITLES to – grandma!" That last word 'bringing the tag golds to grandma' totally knocked Eddie off from relaxation as he yelled the next words into the open space and into the camera that connected them to the fans.
"SEAMON ESSAY! FOR LA RASSA!! FOR LA FAMILIA!!!!! ME N YOU CHIVVITTO! LO'S GUERREROS WILL RIDE TO-NITE!"

"OLE!!!!"

Ringside

Tazz: "Well for Grandma that's great!"

Cole: "Well Los Guerreros will fight next!"

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The faith of existence will be at stake . . .

"Where is Neo?"

The war is coming to an end . . .

"They kidnapped him!"

And it all depends on one being . . .

"Where am I?"

"Oh, clearly don't you remember me old friend?"

"You"

"Hmm, hmm . . ." "This'll be a fight to finish."

This fall

"I can do this if you believe in me."

"I trust you . . . with all my heart,"

The forces will collide

And only one will emerge victorious.

Matrix: Revolution

"It's time for this saga to end!"

December-2003

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Cole: "Welcome back folks I'm Michael Cole with Tazz here at the Smackdown announcing table, we are here LIVE from the Giant Center of Hershey Pennsylvania! And Tazz what an event we are hosting!"

Tazz: "Oh indeed Cole, have you wondered how we GOT here in the first place?? I mean, TWO Pay Per Views back-to-back represented by both Raw AND Smackdown! Just last month we were on Summer Slam, THE biggest wrestling event of the summer and now we're at Unleashed!"

Cole: "I gotta agree with ya, but the stakes have never been higher in EVERY single match tonight! First off, it was the Triple Threat Cruiserweight Championship, Rey Mysterio did lose his title to Tajiri! Then after that it was the brutal 4-way Ladders match for the intercontinental title, I don't know how he did it, but Jeff Hardy has somehow managed to regain his title! The 2 title matches tonight resulted with the belt changing hands but will this next one do so as well?"

Tazz: "I don't know, I don't know! Los Guerreros squaring off against the World's Greatest Tag-Team Benjamin and Haas . . . this is gonna be another great match I'll tell ya!"

Cole: "Well Eddie Guerrero being pumped up by his nephew Chavo earlier tonight, Eddie who is already the United States champion, said he could use more gold! Hah, that was kinda funny Tazz!"

Tazz: "Well that's Eddie we're talkin' about! The guy's a ham! Heh, heh."

A low volume music could be heard from the speakers, but the sound of it started increasing into a complete theme when the WWE Tag-team Champions, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas emerged from the highly-decorated titan-tron! The letters 'U-N-L-E-A-S-H-E-D' were fixed on the titan tron, and they weren't just any 'words' designed in the old Pay Per Views, instead, the letters were TV-screens which showed flames burning within them. It was a very eye-popping sight to be seen.

But the only thing the crowd had their gazes fixed on were the Tag-Champs who walked towards the ring.

Ding, ding, ding!

"The following Tag-Team Championship match is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring in a combined weight of 482pounds! They are the Tag-Team Champions, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas –The Self Proclaimed WORLD'S GREATEST TAG TEAM!"

Cole: "You know, I think that just might be the case Tazz, Benjamin and Haas are great athletes and form a great team. I think they could be the World's Greatest Tag-Team!"

Tazz: "Well . . . uh . . . y'know, its just a catch phrase!"

Cole: "But still . . ."

Tazz: " . . . Uh . . . right,"

The tag-champs may be the 'World's Greatest Tag-team' but they surely didn't get any positive reaction from the fans. All they got was boos!

Sliding in, the two posed on the northeast and northwest turnbuckles before climbing down. What was even the use of posing when the crowd booed? Well . . . for one thing, the photographers at the bottom were shooting for various shots for magazine purposes. And nowadays, maybe even website purposes! The simple plan that the two had agreed was still on, if it went right then the Los' Guerrero's were just another mere team they defeated. Only one simple plan, one that 80% guaranteed that they would win. Shelton and Charlie waited as Smackdown announcer Tony Chimel introduced their opponents' for the night.

VIVA LA RASSSA!

"And the challengers," The crowd's jeers turned into cheers and tears when they saw Eddie and Chavito Guerrero ride in with their sparkling gear! "In a combined weight of 400pounds! Chavo and Eddie, Los Guerreros!"

It was yet another 80's classed vehicle in which the Guerreros danced and rode to ringside. The fans being firmly behind them, Eddie stopped at a point at the end of the raw ramp, and bounced his car up and down just like any other day as he and Chavo listened to their music. 'We lie, we cheat, we steal! We lie, we cheat, we steal! We lie, we cheat, we steal!'

Tazz: "Ha, ha! Go Eddie! Ha, ha. That bouncy bounce always turns me on Cole! Heh, heh."

Cole: "Good for you Tazz, well folks months ago . . . actually 4 months ago, Chavo and Eddie had their title shot set but due to Chavo's bicep injury Eddie had to get another partner!"

Tazz: "That's why tonight, Chavo wishes to get his taste of tag-team gold along with Uncle Eddie once again!"

Dashing out the doors as their rhythmic music continued, The Guerreros slapped hands with the closest audience and quickly entered the ring, sliding in just like their opponents did. Chavo climbed to the southeast turnbuckle and posed at the fans that flashed away their cameras as Eddie opened up his right elbow pad and tossed it on Charlie's face!

This was insulting for the tag-champ, he yelled for Eddie and tried to fight him, but the referee prevented him from doing so. Until the second bell rang the match couldn't officially begin.

After finishing their half-a-minute-long pose, Los Guerreros chose Eddie to start things off as Benjamin high fived himself to indicate he was going to face the 'Mexican Wrestler'.

Ding, ding, ding!

Cole: "Well the match is about to begin. Think the fans are behind Eddy?"

Tazz: "Yeah well they are chantin' his name!"

This was proved when the crowds kept on saying the words 'Eddy! Eddy! Eddy!', forcing a smile on the U.S Champion's face. He LOVED it when the crowds cheered for him! But the fun and games had to stop and the match had to start!

After shaking his head in a 'Oh go on!' manner, Eddie and Shelton hooked up, pushing against each other's shoulders. Of course, the Guerreros were down by their weight as Benjamin and Haas had 82 pounds more than they did, this was highly informative when you enter a ring for a title-match. Knowing this wasn't getting anywhere, Eddie slipped behind Shelton and went for a German suplex. But as he tried to pull and throw . . . the weight matter again hit Eddie! The guy was too strong at that point! Slipping downwards, Eddie pushed against Shelton's knee and took him to the ground, pulling him by the leg and dragging him towards the 'Guerrero's Corner', Eddie tags in Chavo who jumps in over the top rope. Now, Chavo Guerrero had very talented moves, which almost equaled him to a cruiserweighter, but he wasn't in that division. Shooting two kicks to the fallen Benjamin, Chavo went to pick him up and uppercut him straight across the jaw! It connected and effected shortly. Chavo with another uppercut on Benjamin before tagging in Uncle Eddie! The senior Guerrero chopped Benjamin twice on the chest and took Chavo's aid to irish whip the opponent to the ropes. When returning towards the Guerreros', Benjamin got hit with a double triceps attack! Crashing his face and letting him fall to the mat beneath him!

The referee did his job and yelled at Chavo to get out of the ring. Eddie was now the legal man!

Tazz: "Y'know, I had a bicep injury once during my days in the ECW and believe me it hurts like hell! I can only hope that Chavo get's his job done tonight cause even though it has been cured . . . this IS his first match after the return!"

Cole: "True to the word Tazz, Chavo Guerrero talked with the Smackdown GM Stephanie McMahon earlier tonight on Sunday Night Heat. Speaking of which, I heard Stephanie was giving away invitations to the wedding backstage?"

Tazz: "Oh yeah! I got one for you too! She stumbled upon me during Heat and invited my whole family! She even told me to give this to you."

Cole: "Wow, that's mighty generous of you Tazz,"

Tazz: "Hey I'm only giving it to you 'cause the boss said so! Heh, heh."

"Hey I'm only giving it to you 'cause the boss said so! Heh, heh."

Cole: "Very funny!"

Back to the match, things twisted around fast when Benjamin and Haas started their quick-tags, attacking Eddie on their corner. Shelton slaps hands with his partner and tags out as Haas jumps in to choke Eddie on the turnbuckle. Benjamin was holding from behind! After 4 seconds they let go because otherwise the DQ would waste them of their titles! That was the type of match this was!

Charlie crashes his foot on Eddie's stomach very badly! The noise was hard over the speakers, but so was the noise of Haas tagging out. Benjamin now in the ring, he was a bit easier for Eddy to handle because he knew his fighting style better than that of Charlie's. When Benjamin tried to punch Eddie, the Guerrero grabbed it and slammed back two right hands of his own! Wham, wham! Straight on Shelton Benjamin! Looking back, Eddie noticed Haas trying to enter and do all sorts of funny stuff, and 'that not good for Eddie!' taking 3 steps backwards, Eddie slams his elbow to Haas, forcing him to fall down the apron and on the floor as Eddie gains speed from the black-ropes. Coming back, Eddie grabs hold of Benjamin, rounds his body and connects a Belly-to-back suplex! Crashing the two of them all the way to the other side of the ring!

It was enough to pump up the crowd as Eddie makes the tag. His nephew and the promising new athlete Chavo Guerrero stormed in and nailed BOTH the tag-champs! An irish whip to the reentering Haas, he bounces off the ropes and decks a flying clothesline! Getting up, Chavo saw Benjamin running at him, the only thing to do was run back! And I mean run backwards to the ropes, gaining speed, Chavo crashes another flying clothesline on Benjamin!

Getting to their feet, both men recovered at the same amount of time, Chavo dashed at Benjamin only to get fixed upon Shelton's hip. Benjamin pushes against the back of Chavo's right shoulder and tried to do a hip-toss, but at the last second, Chavito grabbed hold of Shelton's arm and rolled his back inwards, pressing his legs to Benjamin's stomach, Chavo countered with a vertical-arm-drag! Letting the half of the tag champs flying over to the west-side of the ring. Chavo was now on the middle. Exactly on the middle when he saw Haas running from the east, he must've rolled out the ring and turned a 180 degree to slide in the east side, but that didn't matter when Chavo dropkicked him!

Switching Chavo's own gaze back to Benjamin, the younger Guerrero ran at the emerging Shelton to nail a tornado DDT, but Benjamin tried to counter on midair, resulting Chavo to round a 360 spin on his head! Ending it with a leg-scissors-take-down! Chavo quickly hopped back to his feet and tagged Eddie, but not leaving the ring through the normal way, Chavo back-phased and jumped off the east-ropes to land on top of Haas outside!

In the ring, Eddie pushes Benjamin out through the second rope and HE leaps out the top rope as well!

The match continued in the same manner for quite a long time, after the four reentered the ring, Eddie squared off against Benjamin. Benjamin tags out, Chavo tags in, fights with Haas for a while then tags Uncle Eddie back! After receiving two armdrags, Charlie Haas slaps hands with his partner and rolls out the ring.

Now, it has leveled down to Benjamin and Eddie. The senior Guerrero was a very experienced superstar, having his name marked on both WWE and WCW, Eddie have fought with great legends and he too has the abilities to be one himself! And another way to prove that he could be a legend was to win the tag-titles tonight. Then he will be holding 2 titles for Smackdown! And to emerge a Pay Per View with 2 titles on one's shoulders requires a great deal of athletic ability! Eddie had that kind of talent, all he needed was to perform it.

Benjamin could barely get a chance to breathe as the senior Guerrero kept tiring him down. At one point, Shelton slammed a toe-kick on the chin of Uncle Eddie to knock the Guerrero down and buy him some time.

He breathed deeply and strongly, this wasn't going well for the World's Greatest Tag Team! If they couldn't retain to their Tag-Team Belts, how can they even say that they were the World's Greatest Tag-Team? If they lost, it would make Los' Guerrero's the World's Greatest Tag-Team!!! Shelton leaned against the western ropes, his face towards the crowd. The statement 'running out of steam' was clearly defining him at that moment . . . he needed to tag out . . . but after a bit more fighting against the Latino Heat maker. But suddenly, something forced Shelton to lose his balance; something pulled him by his waist! Eddie Guerrero had recovered and sneaked in a schoolboy pin!

~1!

~2!!

But a kick out! At the last available moment, Shelton Benjamin rolled his left shoulder up, saving the match. That was it, no more resting, Benjamin had to fight now. Their titles were at stake!

Eddie rolled front-wards, getting to his feet; Eddie pushed against he eastern ropes as Shelton did with the western. Coming back and clashing together, Eddie shot a hard clothesline but Benjamin had the same thing in mind as well! The two ended up in a double-clothesline and slammed each other to the mat and on the middle of the ring! The impact must've shook the ring very hard. A slight 'AWWW!' could be heard from the crowd as the referee began counting to 10.

"1!" Both Eddie and Shelton was still motionless,

"2!"

"3!"

"4!"

'C'mon Uncle Eddiee!' Chavo shouted from his corner, stretching his hand forwards so that his partner can tag him in. 'C'mon!'

"5!" Groggily, Eddie and Shelton crawled to their representing corners . . . trying desperately to tag in their partners.

"6!" 'COME ONN SHELTONNN!!' Charlie screamed as the referee reached

"7!!" If it was a draw then their titles wouldn't change hands, but a rematch would be booked the next Thursday.

Eddie was 3 centimeters away from his nephew when he barely just touched Chavo's hand, the referee indicated a tag as Shelton slapped hands on the other corner! Chavvito runs inside as he and Haas take on the match! The crowd's cheers engulfed the arena when Chavo was getting the upperhand, but then . . . not exiting out the ring, Benjamin high-kicks straight on Chavo's injured bicep! Setting the younger Guerrero off guard. The ref kicked Shelton out that was for sure, but the damage was done. Haas stretched Chavo's arm outwards and pressed his leg onto it to let him scream in pain! Charlie pushed Chavo Guerrero to their corner and started doing the highly effective double team attacks. He and Shelton took turns entering the ring and kicking on the bicep while the other kept Chavo attached to the turnbuckle. Benjamin tags out as reenters Haas, placing Chavo against the northern ropes, but Charlie didn't irishwhip him. Instead, he let Shelton pull Chavito's arm and stretch it with the top rope! Inserting the devastating pain as Charlie scoop-slammed.

On the Guerrero corner, Eddie had recovered and now it was his turn to yell at Chavo to make the tag! The Latino Heat would fire up but the ref prevented him from entering. 'Hit HIM CHAVITTO!' Uncle Eddie shouted from the corner, this snapped the younger Guerrero, he could do this! He needed to fight back at Haas!

When Charlie picked Chavo up, the younger Guerrero slapped his arms out and electrified some right hands! The hands connected on Haas's temple and numbed him for a second, it was enough to give Chavo the time to run to the northern ropes and come back with a flying clothesline! It delivers as well!

Tazz: "Oh my god!"

Cole: "What a comeback by Chavo!"

Tazz: "Chavo needs to take advantage here Cole, he needs to make a tag quick!"

And indeed he needed a tag, the jumping clothesline stumbled the two wrestlers all the way to the Guerrero's side of the ring. 'YEAH!!' Eddie shouts, 'C'mon Chavo! Tag! Tag! Tag!'

Of course, the clothesline also effected on Chavo's injured hand . . . his brain prevented him from recognizing where he was at that point! 'Over HERE!' Eddie yelled a second time when Chavo looked at the other direction. 'HERE!' That snapped his head straight, he saw Uncle Eddie with stretched arms! The tag was near! But as the younger Guerrero gets to his feet . . . Charlie Haas grabs hold of his leg! He didn't want the enemy to tag out! 'NO!' Chavo screamed! He could still make the tag! Only meters away from Uncle Eddie! BUT Shelton Benjamin rushes inside without a tag and nails another high-kick to the back of Chavo's skull! 'Ha, ha, ha!' he smiled over his triumph as the referee forced him to get out . . . but that was just another plan for the World's Greatest Tag-Team. Shelton kept the referee busy as Chavo somehow leapt from the mat and tagged in Eddie! But the referee didn't see this.

Seeing Eddie Guerrero running inside the ring, the referee stopped him from hitting Haas or Benjamin as he argued with him on the Guerrero's corner.

Back in the match, the referee was busy with Eddie, this gave Haas and Benjamin a chance to deliver some double-teams attacks. They acted like the Dudley Boys and irish whipped Chavo to the southern ropes, it was a special-type maneuver that featured Shelton to toss the opponent over his head and let Charlie slam the foe in midair with a deadly powerbomb! Of course, this entirely backfired.

When Benjamin went for the over-the-head-toss, Chavo somehow gained control and instead of letting Charlie powerbomb him, Chavo SOMEHOW, BARELY was able to dropkick Haas on the face! Knocking the tag-champ out a few notches.

Shelton didn't notice any of this actually, because the action happened behind him. He was near Eddie when the referee asked him 'did you tag?' he said 'What? Yeah! yeah!' he lied.

Back to Chavo, the Guerrero was stalking like Goldberg on the northeast turnbuckle. Waiting for an opening . . . Shelton Benjamin would never let him get to Eddie and form a tag when he was that close! But then again . . . there was no harm done in trying right? Running on top speed, Chavo prayed that he would make the tag . . . Benjamin or not . . . he needed that tag! Running, dashing and jumping Chavo tried the tag . . . but Benjamin stopped him about a meter away! Stopped him just before his hand could reach Uncle Eddie! But most importantly . . . stopped him in midair! But that didn't let Chavo quit . . . he pushed on forwards, pressing with all his strength for the tag . . . Benjamin was holding his legs, not his hands.

Eddie stretched his hand upwards and it pressed against Chavo's! Referee Mark Spox, the same referee who came for the Mysterio/Tajiri/Nunzio match, indicated a tag as Eddie Guerrero LATINO exploded inside! The fans went extremely crazy when the Lying, Cheating and Stealing Guerrero entered like a house of fire!

Clotheslineing everyone at sight, first Eddie nailed a clothesline to Haas, turning around, he delivered the same move to Benjamin, the again to Haas, and again to Benjamin! After 4 perfect clotheslines, Eddie slammed a big-time body-drop on Haas! Numbing him momentarily, then went for a kick-to-the-midsection on Benjamin, the tag-champ bent down in pain and presented the U.S Champion to let him slam in a suplex! They both fell to the mat, but Eddie Guerrero wasn't done! There was more Latino Heat in him! Not letting go, Eddie twisted his legs; picked Benjamin up by the manner and slammed the suplex a second time! And again not letting go, Eddie wrapped around, got up and tried the suplex a third time . . . but he was unsuccessful when Charlie Haas shot his fist on Eddie's kidney area! Injuring him for a bit, then perfectly delivered a German-Suplex to tie in the notch. Why did the referee started counting when Haas pinned was a mystery yet to be solved, but

~1!

~2!

Kick-out by Eddie Guerrero! The fans' unstopped cheers calmed down . . . the performance by Los' Guerreros was very intriguing to them.

Haas slowly went to pick Eddie up, but Charlie slid downwards and held Eddie stand still, because the other half of the tag-champions –Benjamin, ran in to hit another shuffle sidekick! BUT, at the last end, Eddie just tilted Haas's head up a bit and the kick slammed on CHARLIE'S skull! He was supposed to DIE! Well not die but faint out of conscious that was for sure. Freeing himself from Haas, Eddie slammed two legs to Benjamin's midsection and dragged him over to the southwest turnbuckle AKA the Guerrero's corner. Of course Chavito wasn't there, he was still outside somewhere, regaining his strength.

Eddie stretched Shelton's right arm and started walking up the top-rope! The superb armdrag-off-the-top-rope was about to connect! But when Eddie jumped into the air, his legs also secured around Haas's head on the middle of the ring, coming down, Eddie slammed in a arm-drag-and-leg-scissors-take-down!!! That had to weaken Charlie off for most of the game, but it sure wasn't the end of him!

Eddie quickly recovered and dashed to the same turnbuckle once again . . . aiming for a Frog-Splash-from-El Paso! Hopping on top of the southwest buckle, Eddie's ears exploded at the sound of the sold-out fans screaming like that!!! It was time for the big boy!

But before he could splash down, Shelton Benjamin interfered, Eddie kicked him on the face and let him lose balance to fall on the apron. But then . . . as he was about to splash . . . Eddie noticed something not everyone sees during a match . . . Charlie Haas wasn't fully weakened . . . he was just laying there as ACTING!

Knowing that if he jumped now he would miss and probably lose the match . . . Eddie rolled down the buckle and stood up all the way on the other side of the ring . . . at the northeast corner. A surprised Haas emerged and dashed at Eddie, the Guerrero took action and just side stepped out the way and let Charlie crash into the steel-post! But Haas wasn't that on an idiot. He gained control and held the two-ropes just before slamming in, when he turned to face Eddie to his left . . . all he got was a hard punch which resulted Haas falling off the top rope and slowly crash at the bottom. The Guerrero was all fired up, he just did a big hunk of beating to the tag-team champions! Without getting down and fight with Haas or Benjamin, Eddie stayed inside the ring and took some breath . . . 'wheew!'

But the tag-champs were still active. Charlie Haas wasn't damaged like pinball after rolling over the top rope . . . he was only pumped out. Slowly, the tag-champ went towards the table where the ring announcer, bell ringer and multiple staff members of the event sat, he yelled at one of them and took his chair, then yelled at the other one to take her chair as well! A devilish plan unfolded in Charlie's mind as he dropped one chair near the stairs and proceeded to go around the other side of the ring where both the referee and Eddie were talking. The plan was simple, Charlie distracts the referee with his bluffing steel-chair while Shelton enters in the other side and smash Eddie's head with the second chair!

Shelton saw this and went on with the plan, grasping the chair from the bottom and proceeding inside.

Over on the other side, referee Mark Spox held Charlie's chair and kept on yelling about the 'no chairs allowed!' rule, Eddie didn't notice when Shelton slid in the eastern side! The fans, however, changed their tone, this alerted Eddie Guerrero and he kicked a boot to Charlie's face. But that didn't grab the referee's attention to Shelton. Eddie turned around to see the swinging steel weapon barely breaching him! He ducked out just in time, but Shelton Benjamin smacked his elbow to Eddie's temple and knocked him to the mat. The ref was still busy with Charlie, Eddie was fallen to the ground . . . and Shelton laughed at him . . . the belts were theirs to keep. Of course, in all the hubbub, Benjamin did his second mistake of the night and abused his short time victory . . . the chair he held was relaxed just behind his kneecap . . . a perfect place for –

Cole: "OH MY GOD! IT'S CHAVO GUERRERO! Chavo Guerrero with a baseball slide!!!"

Tazz: "And oh! It connected just in Shelton's knee! Damn that hurts Cole!"

Running inside the ring from just behind Shelton, the form of Chavo Guerrero returned to the match as he dropkicked perfectly on the chair, which slammed its way to Shelton Benjamin's knee! Knocking the tag-champ off his feet!! That impact, that damage, kept Shelton out for rest of the match.

The crowd screamed with 90% volume as Chavo and Eddie resided to the corner post . . . resting a bit. Charlie however, saw what just happened to his friend and dropped his chair to go on aide of him. Rolling in and sliding out the opposite ropes, Charlie dragged Shelton out of the ring . . . 'What the hell?' he wondered . . . that wasn't a part of their plan! But Shelton Benjamin did seem to be injured very badly, he might not fight at all. 'Damn!' Was all Haas could curse out, he still had to fight or the DQ could strip them of their titles! Charlie Haas still needed to fight.

He rolled in, hoping to somehow win this thing with another plan, but it was hopeless really. Once Haas entered the ring, he was hit by two legs to his midsection as Los' Guerrero's started THEIR double-teaming! The fans started their scream from this point, shouting at the top of their lungs, The Guerreros irish whipped Haas to the ropes and then viciously delivered a HUGE double-backdrop! The maneuver was supposed to hit on Charlie's spine, but the back of his head fell first!

Tazz: "DAMN HELL!"

Cole: "They just handled Haas like a pretzel!!!"

With the non-stopping fans screaming, Eddie went on to the top turnbuckle as Chavo picked the numb and senseless body of Charlie Haas to suplex him. Setting Charlie up for the Splash-from-El Paso!!

The wind breaking 'OLE' look drew itself on Eddie's face as crowd went even MORE crazy!

Tazz: "He's comin' baby!"

Eddie jumped off the top-turnbuckle, opening his body then quickly parting it for the Frog-Splash!

Cole: "Connects!!!"

The cross-body type move earned Eddie the way to pin, and not only did the referee started counting, the thousands of fans started it too!

Cole: "1! 2!! 3!!!!!!!"

Tazz: "YES!"

Cole: "Los' Guerrero's wins the tag-team titles!"

"Here are YOUR winners, and the NEW WWE Tag-Team Champions –LO'S GUERRERO'S!"

Cole: "Haas and Benjamin tried everything! They used chairs but the Los' Guerreros still managed to gain the victory! Chavo and Eddie! The new Tag-Team Champs! Eddie's holding the United States title as well!"

The Uncle/Nephew team celebrated with their new title gold as the thousands of fans erupted even more than before, OUT FILLING their echoes!

Tazz: "Eddie and Chavo are GREAT together! They will be an excellent tag-team-champs I'll tell ya that much Cole!"

Cole: The tag-team titles have changed hands and so have the Cruiserweight belt! Let me show you what happened: the screen shifts from Chavo and Eddie to the Unleashed replay mode"

Tazz: "Well just LOOK how bad Haas landed in that double-backdrop! I think Charlie got out-cold right back there! But then – the perfect FrogSPLASH! '1! 2! 3!' They are the new tag-team champions Los' Guerrero's!"

Cole: "Well Eddie said he could use some more gold and he has it! Chavo Guerrero returning just four-months after his bicep injury to reclaim his half of the tag-team title!"

The Guerrero family 'La Rassa'ed their way to Eddie's car as the celebration of both winning the tag-titles AND gaining 3 titles for the Guerrero family kept on entertaining!

Cole: "There's gonna be some party happening later on tonight at El Paso! I'll guarantee you that Tazz!"

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J.R- "Welcome back to Raw ladies and gentlemen, you are watching WWE Unleashed!"

King- "Oh yeah! Unleashed is presented to you by the number one fanfiction-based website on the World Wide Web! Fanficiton.net! 'Speak your mind and free your soul' that is what this website is all about!"

J.R- "And if freeing one's soul is what you do with a friend . . . I believe this NEXT match has a very sad overview King . . ."

King- "sigh Well . . . as they say, the best of friends can be the worst of enemies."

The screen shifts to the flashback sequences:

Raw: "Tonight, The Great One will team up with HBK Shawn Michaels in a tornado tag-rules Table match against Evolution!" "I heard what Steve Austin DID with my 'perfectly-scheduled' routine of the Road 2 Intercontinental championship. I had set up a tournament to determine WHO the greatest challenger would be to face the Intercontinental Champion Christian at Unleashed. But instead, Austin just shows up, scrambles up all the preparations and instead of a one-on-one title match – he pits Christian to a Fatal-4-way LADDER Match!" "I just want to say that if Austin has the right to change my side of Raw . . . then the only fair way is for ME to change a match on HIS side of Raw!" "As Co-General Manager of Raw I am changing tonight's main event to a 6-MAN-TABLE-TORNADO TAG MATCH! It will be The Rock, Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash against Goldberg, Chris Jericho and Randy Orton!" "Oh my . . ."

That night: "Jericho is out! Jericho is out!" "Its now down to The Rock and Goldberg J.R!" "Heywaitaminute!" SLAM! "Oh my GOD! Kevin Nash just betrayed his OWN partner!" "NOW what?!" "Oh c'mon! How could Nash DO that to his own friend Shawn Michaels!?"

Next week: "Shawn Michaels is just standing tehre . . . glaring at Kevin Nash . . ." "He must be trying desperately to forgive Nash of his actions the other week . . ." "OH NO!" "Kevin Nash just Powerbombed HBK!!! These 2 have turned into enemies that's for sure!"

~Lyrics from Sad But True from Metalica's CD~

J.R- "Well, their feud is short, but you can feel the tension these two are having King . . . it was announced earlier tonight on Sunday Night Heat that HBK will be facing that . . . monster . . . from Evolution inside this cage match."

King- "And what about Triple H's match that's coming up? H, Shawn and Nash were all best friends once . . . and now . . ."

J.R- "Now they have met with terms and turned back on each other."

King- "sigh Yeah guess so J.R,"

'Dum, dum, dum, dum, H...B…K...'

'You think I'm cute. You know I'm sexy. I've got the looks that drive girls wild! I've the moves that really move her! I send chills up and down her spine. I'm just a sexy boy!'

At the sound of the music, Shawn Michaels strutted out into the scene. Despite his upcoming match, he still gave off the confident, cocky aura that the crowd enjoyed.

"And approaching the ring weighting 210 pounds, The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!"

Kneeling on the ground, Shawn spread his hands out as his pyro went off behind him. Rising to his feet, he approached the ring and slid in, strutting once again and flexing his muscles. Then he approached the turnbuckle and balanced himself on it in a laying position right on the ropes, waiting for his opponent to enter.

Then Kevin Nash's music came into play. Only instead of his normal music, it was the Evolution theme music that came up (Sorry guys. Don't know the words for this one.) The boos of the crowds was deafening, but Big Sexy couldn't care less as he entered the ring. Michaels stared at his opponent eye to eye before jumping off the rope and coming up to him face to face.

"And his opponent, Representing Evolution. Weighting 325 pounds, Big Sexy Kevin Nash!"

J.R- "How could they break their life-long friendship and give it judgment inside this . . . box of steel?"

King- "You mean inside this CAGE of insanity . . ."

As the two former friends stared each other down, the steel cage slowly lowered down until it finally encased the ring. Officials attached chains to it and the bell ran, signaling the match's start. However, both combatants still faced down each other, beginning a silent exchange of words. The silent wordplay ended when Nash rushed at him with a powerful clothesline. Michaels hit the mat and Nash bent down to pick him up. While holding a fistful of hair, Nash taunted him for a moment before tossing him against the ropes. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to hit the cage metal and Shawn leapt into the air and tackled Nash. Nash stood up and Michaels began to hit him repeatedly. Nash backed off from the blows until he found enough room to send a knee in Michael's gut. Michael doubled over in pain and Nash sent a heavy elbow on his back, causing him to drop. Nash stared down at Michael's before lifting him up on his shoulder and rushing to the cage. Michael's face a smothered in the metal and he bounced off. His face was now showing signs of blood and Nash lifted him up again. But instead of running, Nash tossed Michaels into the cage, his body folding up and being tangled amid the cage, the mat and the ropes.

Michael's was in bad shape. His face was now bleeding all over and he hadn't even scored a decent hit. Nash moved over and pulled Michaels from the tangled mess and to his feet. But in a surprise, Michaels broke out and began to strike back. Nash was backed away into the corner and Michael's continued to pummel him. Then Michael's looked to toss him to the other corner, but Nash reversed it and whipped him instead. Michaels groaned and Nash charged, but the Heartbreak Kid jumped out of the way and Nash hit the turnbuckle. As Nash back away in pain, Michaels was already in motion, flying off the ropes, grabbing Nash's head and falling to the mat, taking Nash with him in a well-executed Bulldog. But the slam seemed to take its toll on him and Michael's didn't move. Nash on the other hand, was beginning to rise, although he was a bit dazed. He lent on the corner for support, but suddenly, Shawn's leg's lifted in the air and he flipped his body upward. Nash charged, but Michaels ducked down and caught him in a toe-hold, causing him to trip. Michael began to feel the adrenaline in his body as he went to the corner. He stomped his foot, readying for his Sweet Chin Music. Nash finally arose and turned and the kick lashed out. But the giant managed to sidestep the attack, link his arms to the back of Michael, lift him high and slam him onto the mat!!! Shaking the entire ring in a vibration due to Shawn and his own weight!

Nash staggered up again, realizing that Michael's had drained him more than he thought. He slowly began to go to the door of the cage, but when he turned around, Michael was up again somehow and the Sweet Chin Music was executed! Nash's head smashed off the kick and his head bounced onto the cage. Blood now issued forth of Nash's head and he was rendered unconscious. Michael's recovered a little more and then flipped Nash into the ring.

King- "That's it Shawn! EXIT the cage! Exit the darn cage!"

But instead of going out the door, The Heartbreak Kid decided to climb instead.

King- "NO! Not CLIMB out! You're wasting time! damn it! Why wont he listen to me J.R?"

He latched on to the cage gate and began to climb all the way up. Reaching the top of the cage, Michael's prepared to jump off when he looked back in. Then suddenly, he turned back around and looked down at Nash's fallen body. He stood up on the cage top and readied his elbow.

J.R- "Oh no! He's going for it King! He's coming DOWN!!"

The crowd's cheers were deafening as Shawn suddenly dove of the top of the top of the cage and toward Nash. The diving elbow struck the heart of Big Sexy as the impact of the fall shook the ring!

J.R- "OH MY GOD! GOOD JESUS IN HEAVEN! HE MADE IT! HE Connected the elbow drop!!!"

King- "He's pinning J.R!"

Both wrestlers were laid out, both hurt by the Heartbreak Kid's high-diving elbow. Shawn, struggled and convulsed on the ground as he crawled over Nash's body. The referee came in and began the count.

"1...2...3!"

Ding, ding, ding!

"The winner of this match, Shawn Michaels!"

However, Michaels was unable to rise from his position as the medical team had to come in to remove both of the scorned fighters.

J.R- "Oh my god . . ."

King- "Lets show that one more time:"

J.R- "The Heartbreak Kid HAD it! He could win the EASY way! But NO! HE had to get BACK at Nash for ALL he did! Betraying his friends! Shawn HAD to do that King! And certainly, he has done judgment!"

King- "I'll bet KEVIN NASH wont be rising to feet any time soon!"

J.R- "The same goes to Shawn . . . god bless him."

The paramedics rolled HBK's broken body up the solid ramp as Nash was getting the same medical attention as well . . . their bodies had been breached.

J.R- "sigh Well take it away Michael."

The screen went on split-mode, half showing the Raw broadcasters while the right viewed Smackdown!

Cole: "Thank you J.R and believe me, Tazz and I are rooting for YOU guys tonight! We will do our best in commentating for your match, goodluck guys!"

J.R- "Thanks Michael, appreciate your support!"

Cole: "Well folks it has been an electrifying night so far! The brutal cage match you have just witnessed it . . . well the look on Shawn Michaels' face . . . it . . . that was a very disturbing action, VERY disturbing action!"

Tazz: "Oh no doubt, both Michaels and Nash are great athletes but they got injured very badly after that stunt HBK pulled off!"

Cole: "But, for better or worse, that is what the great wrestlers in WWE do. They risk their own health and perform the deadliest stunts a human body can do on its own. From Jeff to Eddie to Shawn, they are all great superstars. Speaking of which, it reminds me so much of Zach Gowen the other night . . . what Brock Lesnar did . . . it was just plain cruel Tazz! I mean, beating up the kid was one thing, but tossing him over a 20fleet of stairs while he was in a wheel chair is just plain wrong!"

Tazz: "I know what you mean Cole, that was very brutal and unsporting but that is what happened. And not only to Zach Gowen . . . Shannon Moore is still in the hospital."

Cole: "sigh And what about Shannon Moore's mentor Matt Hardy? Brock's selfish and cruel nature almost killed Matt Hardy! His neck must've snapped viciously after that . . . incident."

Tazz: "From what I hear, Matt is given permission to go home now, heck he was permitted to go home last week. And . . . I know somewhere in the country, both Matt Hardy and Zach Gowen are watching this. I tell you guys, get well soon! The fans want you back on Smackdown in 100%!"

Cole: "Yeah, good luck and get well soon."

Cole: "But nonetheless, coming up next is the Number 1 contender's match for the WWE title! Kurt Angle versus The Undertaker!"

Tazz: "That is gonna be a great match-up! The winner will get to face BROCK LESNAR the current WWE Champion this Thursday for a 60minute IRON MAN MATCH for the title!"

Cole: "We were able to get a few words from both Taker and Angle earlier tonight on Heat. Here's what happened:"

Screen changes

The Undertaker:

"First of all I want to say this to Kurt Angle, when you attacked me on Smackdown last week, I didn't forget the pain. I haven't forgiven you yet Kurt. And what you said? About you making me tap out tonight? Well let me tell you something: Until my ankle snaps, until my bone gets ripped apart, until it completely breaks . . . I WONT tap out! Weather you Angle Slam me, or submit in the Ankle Lock I don't care! I am going in the ring tonight and I will come out there the new contender for the title! So when YOU enter the ring Kurt . . . when YOU step into it . . . remember Kurt . . . the ring is MY YARD! Remember that Kurt . . . remember that."

Again it changes

Kurt Angle:

"Oh yeah right Taker! Like if it was that easy! You say you wont quit until your ankle snaps is that what you said? Well, with all dew respect Taker . . . it will be an honor and privilege to fight with you in the ring . . . and BREAK that damn ankle and make you tap out in your very yard!!! Just like I did to Brock Lesnar oh its true! Its Damn true! Next week on Smackdown, I will go in that Iron Man Match with Lesnar for MY WWE Title shot and I will RECLAIM my title! You can bet on that one Taker. I'll see you tonight."

Screen shifts back to ringside

Tazz: "Well that was pretty rough."

Cole: "What do you think? Who has a better chance in winning this?"

Tazz: "Nah I'm not sure, I mean, both Angle and Taker are great wrestlers and you just have to see them fight it out! Just like HBK and Kevin Nash!"

Flashback! ~

"Six men will battle it out tonight to determine the number one contender for the WWE Title at Unleashed! It will be Triple H! Versus Kurt Angle! Versus Chris Benoit! Versus Big Show! Versus the A-Train! The Sixth and final member will be announced during the match!"

"Well all five contestants are in the ring . . . but who is the Sixth wrestler?"

DING!

"Oh my GOD!" "Its KANE! The Big Red Monster KANE!"

^^^^^^^"Pedigree! Pedigree on The Big Show!" "Angle SLAMMM!" "Oh no! Benoit has locked in the Crossface on A-Train!" "Who's the ref gonna look at?" '1!' '2!' '3!!' "Big Show's out!" "Oh whoa, whoah, whoa! The A-train tapping out Cole! Train is giving up!" "Referee sees it! Albert's out of the game!" "Speaking OF the Game!" "Triple H and Kurt Angle teaming up to take on Kane now!" Kane grips both of their throats and connects a "CHOKESLAM! Double Chokeslam on H and Angle!" Kane turns around to see Benoit head-butting off the turnbuckle "Whoa! Kane grabs Chris!" "Benoit is caught in midair! Oh no! does this look familiar Tazz?" "It sure does – OH!" Kane slams in his finisher and pins '1!' '2'!' '3!' "Benoit's out Cole!" "Now it has narrowed down to Triple H, Kurt Angle and Kane!" . . . "Oh my gosh! What a HUGE Chokeslam!" '1!' '2! '3!' "Kurt Angle just got eliminated! The Olympic Champion lost his shot at the title!" "PEDIGREE on Kane!" "Hey what the?" "What's Angle doing back in the ring?" "Oh no! Angle SLAMM!" "Angle Slam on Kane!" Triple H picks the monster up and nails in his finisher, "Pedigree time!" "Connects!" '1!' '2!' '3!!!' ding, ding, ding! "Triple H won! Triple H gets his shot at Brock Lesnar at Unleashed!" ^^^^^^^^^

next week

"I don't want the title shot," "What? Why?" "I want Brock Lesnar!"

"So at Unleashed, it will be a non-title match between Triple H and Brock Lesnar . . . inside a STEEL CAGED HELL IN A CELL MATCH!" "Oh my!" "And as an addition to that non-title match, at Unleashed, there will be a special number one contender's match! The winner will get a shot at the title NEXT week right here on Smackdown! The contestants are going to be Kurt Angle versus the Undertaker!"

"Alright I agree with you Steph, but the match next week is going to be- for the first time in broadcast television- a 60minute Iron Man Match!!"

"Oh my god!" "This cant be happening Cole!" "It IS Happening Tazz!"

That night

"Shane will have to face against Brock Lesnar and IF he wins, he will get a shot at Kane in a Last Man Standing match at Unleashed."

"The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall, it is a NONE-DISQUALIFICATION match!"

"Shane battling against Brock!" "Oh no, Brock's nose is busted open Cole!" "Hey wait a minute!" "It's the A-Train!" "What is HE doing here? OH!" "A chair shot to the SKULL of Shane McMahon!" "Oh wait! Here comes H and Angle!" "All hell is broken lose inside the ring!" Triple H, Kurt Angle and Undertaker battles against Big Show, A-Train and Brock Lesnar! "Oh Last Ride Cole!" "Connects on the Champion!" "Hey what the hell is Angle doing?" "Oh no! Angle Slam! Why the hell did Kurt Angle do that Tazz?!" "Well Taker IS his opponent this Sunday! Taker is standing in the way for Kurt's title shot!!!"

"Taker . . . it will be an honor and privilege to fight with you in the ring . . . and BREAK that damn ankle and make you tap out in your very yard!!! Just like I did to Brock Lesnar oh its true! Its Damn true! Next week on Smackdown, I will go in that Iron Man Match with Lesnar for MY WWE Title shot and I will RECLAIM my title! You can bet on that one Taker. I'll see you tonight."

Until my ankle snaps, until my bone gets ripped apart, until it completely breaks . . . I WONT tap out! Weather you Angle Slam me, or submit in the Ankle Lock I don't care! I am going in the ring tonight and I will come out there the new contender for the title! So when YOU enter the ring Kurt . . . when YOU step into it . . . remember Kurt . . . the ring is MY YARD! Remember that Kurt . . . remember that." ~ Flashback!

Cole: "Two great wrestlers in the history of the WWE are about to clash! This will be a match yet to be remembered Tazz!"

Tazz: "I say it always and I'll say it again 'No doubt'! Kurt is an Olympic Gold Medallist and The Undertaker is one of the few people who defines the WWE . . . this will be a match to the end!"

Drum beats, Drum beats, DEAD MAN WALKIN'!

Ding, ding!

"The following match is scheduled for one fall, it is a special number one contender's bout. Making his way to the ring from Houston Texas, weighing in 328pounds! THE UNDERTAKER!"

The fans emerged to their feet at the sight of the Dead man walking. He didn't bring his motorcycle this time, but then again, he stopped bringing it in front of the live audience some time ago. Only during SOME matches did he bring the bike, mostly when he didn't want to walk up that ramp and but tonight . . . walking up that ramp with the burning 'U-N-L-E-A-S-H-E-D' letters, it would very well put a good meaning to his phrase 'dead man WALKING' instead of riding. And better yet . . . bringing a vehicle to the ring was the work of Eddie Guerrero! Not Red Devil! His fans screamed when Taker rolled inside his yard and posed on the eastern and western side. The ring was his yard . . . and NO one can out match him in there . . . not even Brock Lesnar! Tonight, the main event would be Triple H versus Lesnar inside a Hell in a Cell, the Cell was a match Taker himself created. And Brock being in that match against Triple H would be just fine for the Dead Man . . . as much as he wanted the WWE title . . . he wanted to punish Lesnar for his insolent deeds.

"And the challenger,"

A music soon exploded over the highly designed speakers for the PPV as the crowd started chanting 'You Suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!' "From Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing 220 pounds –KURT ANGLE!"

Of course the fans were on Kurt Angle's side, but the chant 'you suck' was something the American Hero loved hearing. Angle pointed upwards on the titan-tron to shot open two blazes of fire from each corner of the stage as his nametag virtually inserted in the TV screen.

After entering the squared circle, Angle and his opponent –The Undertaker, started their bout in an even-mannered way. Staying as original as possible, the two fought their battle inside the ring rather than going out. Their only goal was to win the match fairly and get the title shot with Lesnar in the coming Thursday. A brief match, normal type with Kurt normally trying to 'break' Taker's ankle off. But the Dead Man didn't go down that easy, he also inserted a 'real-submission move' which meant choking! That is, choking the 'legal' way.

At 10 minutes and 34 seconds, Kurt Angle countered a Last Ride BARELY and lifted the Dead Man on his shoulder and Angle Slammed him on the pavement behind! Shaking the Unleashed ring violently. The only left for Kurt to do now was cover and gain the victory! He had already received 5 chokeslams, a huge choke hold that nearly fainted him, 1 Last ride and 7 big boots! Whilst Taker got more than 8 Angle Slams, 12 Ankle-lock tries and 7 German Suplexes! The final slam was enough to drain the energy away from both of them . . . Kurt crawled his way to place one arm above his chest . . . just so he could get the title shot later this week . . .

~1! But, there was an unknown figure approaching from the crowds!

Cole: "Hey wait a minute! It's Brock Lesnar! What the hell is Lesnar doing here?!"

~2!!

It would've been a third count but the brutal WWE Champion Brock Lesner slid inside the ring and smashed Kurt Angle's SPINE with a steel chair! He could heard Cole scream 'Oh my God!' over at the Smackdown announce table. Of course, that didn't matter. Brock's eyes seemed like a monster that spawned its way from the deepest, darkest dungeons of hell it self! Brock slammed away that steel chair violently on Kurt Angle's spine 7 more times! Each time putting more rage into it, Angle's body shook in pain, he was motionless and so was the Undertaker. Taker's ankle indeed seemed to be broken after the fight . . .

Cole: "I can't believe this!"

The referee had no choice but to announce Angle as the new winner because he was the one who got hit first. "Here is your winner as a result of Disqualification, KURT ANGLE!"

But that didn't matter, for Brock it was easier to fight with Angle than Taker, he KNEW Kurt's moves. He KNEW what Kurt Angle was capable of, he knew all this because once, Brock and Kurt were the best of friends. Now, their envy over the other broke that friendship and what is left in the relationship they share, is only one big goal. And the only reason the two even react, was because of that title Brock has around his waist.

Turning around Brock noticed the Undertaker struggling on the mat, he saw Taker trying to get to his feet . . . but his foot prevented so! The Champion showed signs of another cruel action as he kicked the older wrestler on the back to keep him on the ground.

Cole: "Now c'mon!"

Tazz: "Oh no! Oh GEEZ!"

Lesnar opened the sitting part of the folded-chair and secured Taker's ankle inside it, creating a packet-type of thing and stomped on it! Forcing the Undertaker to SCREAM in pain! His ankle was already wounded and Brock made it worse, because the steel chair pushed against the very joint that supports the feet to the shin! It almost felt like Taker would faint out because of the pain in his foot.

Lesnar stomped on it 3 more times, then started to press on it with his whole body-power! He could only laugh at the Undertaker's pain as if it gave him some kind of sexual pleasure!

The crowd 'booed' loudly and some even started the 'You tapped out!' chant. But Brock grinned; he smiled at what he just did and before leaving the ring, elbowdropped on Taker's foot to insert the indescribable force of struggle! His deed was done, his music slammed across the speakers as the so-called WWE Champion rolled out the ring and started walking up the bare-ramp. Life was fun for him . . .but the matter for fighting for his own health would soon approach when Brock Lesnar fights Triple H! And that brutal brawl would take place inside a Hell IN A Cell!

Cole: "I . . . I don't believe this! Both Taker and Angle gave it their best shot! The match took them to the limits and now Brock Lesnar comes in all of the sudden and ruins everything! What kind of a champion is he? More to the point, what kind of a HUMAN BEING is he?!"

Tazz: "Brock isn't human Cole, he's an ANIMAL! A raged and unleashed animal! And I bet Mr. McMahon sent him in here the first place!"
Cole: "Mr. McMahon is no better than Brock himself! If Mr. McMahon have send this brutal being to . . . demolish both Angle and Taker, then Mr. McMahon should be punished! Mr. McMahon should have a taste of his own medicine!!!"
Tazz: "Well I don't know about Mr. McMahon but Brock still has to face Triple H tonight!"

Cole: "Why did Hunter had to headline this a non-title match?! Brock Lesnar isn't a champion! Brock Lesnar is a damned CHEATER! He won that belt from Kurt Angle at Summer Slam BY MEANS of Mr. McMahon and he STILL has that damn belt!"

Tazz: "Hey look at the bright side!"

Cole: "What bright side?"

Tazz: "For one thing, Angle's gonna be facing Lesnar next week for the IRON MAN MATCH!"

Cole: "Yeah, and I hope Brock gets what he deserves then! Hell I wish Triple H bleeds Brock Lesner to his death tonight! I wish when Triple H leaves that Cell, I wish he leaves Brock stained in his own pond of blood, JUST like what he did to Matt Hardy, Zach Gowen and now Kurt Angle! I wish Brock gets his @$$ kicked tonight! That's what I want to see! I want Brock to BLEED!"

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Bodies have been breached, "How do you learn to fall off a 20ft ladder?!" "He might've been broken in half!" "I thought Shane must've been . . . knocked out," "I dislocated my right shoulder," "I think I broke my tailbone."

Necks Broken. "I ruptured a disk . . . which . . . fragmented into my spinal column." Careers ended in an instant . . . Yes, this IS entertainment, but the hazards are real. "How's he even able to stand . . . that's what I wanna know," "He doesn't have a damn clue where he is." No Matter who you are, whatever you do, PLEASE don't try this at home.

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'Here comes the moneyyyyyyyyy! Here comes the money!'

J.R- "And here he is King . . . the one man who has vowed to get his revenge on the ONE man who . . . harmed his mother. Shane McMahon has great courage King."

King- "Oh I'll say that J.R! The guy defeated both The Undertaker AND Bigshow in ONE night! He's great!"

J.R- "Well the Undertaker cannot accompany Shane tonight because of this last-man standing rules, but it is the Undertaker himself who has trained Shane to face his brother in this deadly match!"

The crowds cheered as Shane juked onto the stage (That kills me when he does that.) He bounced around a bit before walking toward the ring.

"Now approaching the ring, weighting 253 pounds, Shane McMahon!"

Shane walked up the steel stair and into the ring, hopping around a few times in order to sike himself up. He knew what he was up against, but showed no fear. Shane will now deal with Kane once and for all.

Speak of the devil...

The entire Titantron exploded as Kane's music came up. The Big Red Machine marched toward the ring, his beady eye centered in on his prey in the ring.

"And now approaching the ring weighting 330 pounds, Kane!"

Kane entered in and for a moment, looked as though he would attack. But Kane stopped before his opponent and raised his hand slowly until tossing them downward. Again, the explosive red pyros went off, this time around the ring. Shane, now seeing that he was done, wasted no time in attacking and the bell rang to signal the match's start. Shane leapt at Kane with all the ferocity he could summon. Kane staggered back at Shane's attack and Shane backed off a bit and charged, attempting to knock Kane over the ropes. But the Big Red Monster sidestepped, grabbed Shane's head and tossed him over instead. Shane flew right out the ring and Kane flipped out to follow. Stepping out with him, Kane wasted no time in kicking Shane just before he could rise. Shane groaned and Kane grabbed a fistful of hair and tossed him into the steel stairs. Shane hit the metal hard and flipped right over it. Kane moved over to Shane, lifted him on his shoulder and charged into the metal bar now. Shane's shoulder made a nasty crack and Shane crumbled on the floor. He was in severe pain, but Kane didn't care. He wanted Shane destroyed. He watched as the young McMahon crawled and staggered up the raw runway, stalking him all the way.

When they reached the end, Kane decided to make him suffer more as he lifted him up by the throat and slammed him against the Titantron. Shane's body crumpled further as he hit the hard surface, much to Kane's delight.

Seeing the edge of the platform in sight, Kane again picked up Shane's body by the throat and lifted him up for a chokeslam. But Shane, in a last ditch effort, latched his arm around the back of Kane's neck as it came down, reversing the chokeslam into a DDT. Both men fell off the platform and crashed into the equipment below. For a good while, neither competitor moved. The ref began to count.

"1...2...3..."

Shane's body began to somehow re-activate and he slowly began to roll to his feet. His eyes were glazed, but enough for him to focus.

"4...5...6..."

Shane continued moving while Kane remained motionless. Dazed, Shane was almost on his feet while his opponent lied still.

"7...8...9..."

Suddenly, Kane just sat up, without the slightest indication of pain or hurt. Kane looked over at Shane, who was still trying to get his balance and attacked with a throat thrust. Shane was floored and Kane went in pursuit. Kane lifted him up over his head and was ready to toss him into the inside gate barricade when Shane escaped, dropped in front of Kane, kicked him in the midsection, locked his hand around his head, and dropped with another DDT on the concrete. Kane's head smacked hard and Shane staggered until he saw something.

A steel chair.

At seeing his favorite weapon, Shane suddenly felt a renewed energy as he grabbed the chair and readied it as Kane was still rising from the DDT. Shane was ready and when Kane arose fully, he ran forward. Kane however, wasn't going to fall for it and he lashed out at the running Shane with a powerful big boot, knocking Shane down instead. Kane then examined his bleeding face before being overcome by an unbridled rage. Opening the chair, he lifted Shane's body and again rose him up by the throat. But this time, Shane wasn't going to escape as Kane plunged him down through the chair, onto the concrete. The scream of Shane caused the crimson monster to laugh!

The ref moved in to count, but Kane wasn't done with him yet. He lifted Shane again and prepared for yet another chokeslam. But somehow, somehow! Shane revived and elbowed his way out. Kane staggered to the side a bit before taking off at his wounded prey. But Shane wasn't quite out yet as he moved off to the side. Kane followed, but he was suddenly met with a camera barreling down on him! Shane had moved around the camera pole and swung it at Kane!!! A scream of J.R and King could be heard from above the small structure that held the Raw announcing table. The impact from the camera pole was almost SNAPPED into two! But the big red Monster didn't bleed! It was almost as if he didn't have any blood at all! Kane was still moving and Shane, despite the pain, moved and grabbed another chair. As Kane barely recovered from the camera impact, he was suddenly creamed by a vicious chairshot by Shane-O-Mac. Kane was down, immobile again!

Shane looked down at Kane's body and then his gaze followed up. Seeing that the Unleashed logo was a good couple of feet high, Shane moved over to one of the wooded tables nearby and set it up. He then lifted Kane's head and the Big Red Machine lifted slowly, still dazed as to where he was at. Shane placed him on the table and then smacked him with another chairshot for good measure. With Kane down, Shane then began to slowly and painfully climb up the Titantron and the Unleashed logo. The crowd roared as Shane moved higher, ignoring his possibly serious injuries in order to damage Kane. After a long, painstaking, climb, the boy wonder finally reached the top!

J.R- "Is he insane?! Shane DON'T DO IT!"

King- "Oh my gosh! He doesn't CARE J.R! Shane O Mac just wants to hurt Kane! He doesn't CARE about his own health!"

Shane looked down at Kane's still prone body and etched a cross sign over himself. Then, in complete suicide fashion, Shane dove right off the side, a good 40 feet in the air, and came right at Kane. He was about to hit impact when suddenly Kane rolled over and Shane smashed right into the table!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

J.R- "OH MY GOD!!! DEAR LORD IN HEAVEN!!!!"

King- "The kid's NUTS! His completely NUTS!"

Both competitors were down and it was clear that Shane had lost this gamble.

"1...2...3...4..."

Kane slowly arose to see his opponent unconscious and not moving. Seeing his opportunity, he walked to the side back to the ring. He lifted the mat curtain and went under to reach for something. What he pulled out truly scared everyone.

King- "Now what does that monster want?!

J.R- "Oh . . . my . . ."

King- "Is . . . that what I think it is?!"

J.R- "Exactly! It's a coffin . . ."

Kane grinned as he dragged the massive woodpiece over near Shane. He then lifted him and held him on his shoulder as he walked back. Now he was positioned over the headpiece of the coffin and he began to shift Shane's body in order to do the Tombstone Piledriver.

But Shane had other ideas...

Suddenly, Shane's still body came to life and his shuffled his way off of Kane and landed behind him. Bending low, Shane struck with a painful low blow, causing Kane to groan in agony. But that was just the start, Shane hit maybe 4-7 more lowblows directly connecting in the 'weak-spot'. Shane was still hurt from his fall, he stumbled over to the ring and under the mat. Kane, partially recovered and fully angry, began to move to Shane. He grabbed Shane's leg and began to yank him out from under the mat, but as soon as he did, he was met with a searing kiss of fire!!! Shane had produced a flamethrower and he shot it straight at Kane's face. Kane roared in pain as he stumbled back, trying to wipe the still-burning flames off his face. He tripped back and fell into his own coffin, still only concerned with the fire. Shane watched as Kane managed to get most of the flames off. Still injured, Shane showed no mercy as he sealed the coffin, with Kane still inside! The young McMahon did what needed to be done, and slammed in the huge lock to prevent his enemy from rising. Despite that, the ref counted.

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!!!! Ring that bell!!"

The fans were screaming in the emphasizing tone, SHOUTING with all their lung-power . . .

"The winner of this match, Shane McMahon!"

Shane stumbled back, now victorious over the monster and putting him where he belonged. Shane again staggered to the underside of the ring and pulled out something else. As the officials worked to get Kane out of the coffin, Shane cleared them away and dropped a single object on the coffin.

"You're going to need that, you son of a b***h."

It was Kane's mask...

J.R- "I . . . I cannot believe this . . . I . . . SHANE McMAHON did all he could! He won the match but . . . that sight of seeing him up there . . . in that . . . tower . . . that is something I cannot forget in all my life King . . . the kid DID it!"

King- "He WON J.R! Shane got his revenge! He did what was needed to be done!"

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Backstage

Brock Lesnar, the WWE Champion, he may have been the champion but he was one of the most dangerous and stone-cold-hearted human beings in this planet. He belonged inside a locked cage, he belonged behind bars in a jail some where in the middle of an island . . . he was a brutal and unforgiving animal!

But right now, he was being interviewed backstage . . . the 'Unleashed' poster just behind him to form a small background.

"Brock . . . earlier tonight, you literally manhandled both Kurt Angle AND The Undertaker with a chair! Taker isn't even able to walk properly, and Kurt Angle must have broken his spine! Why did you do this Brock?"

"Why Mark?" The Champion smiled slyly, his belt was rested on his right shoulder. "You wanna know WHY I did that?"

"Well . . . yeah I guess that's what every body's been wondering."

"Well let me tell you something—I did that to both Kurt and Taker because I am a MONSTER! I am the REAL Brock Lesnar! And you better keep that in mind! Pick on the weakest member of the clan . . . that's how it goes, that's how it has been for centuries and that is how its going to BE when Brock Lesnar is around! I AM THE MOST DOMINANT Superstar in the WWE today! I am a MONSTER! That's why I did that to Kurt and Taker . . . yeah, they want to face ME for my title this Thursday? In a 60minute Iron Man Match?! Well, I don't give a damn what they want! This is STILL MY title! And I am going to be holding it right here, on my shoulder for the next 20 years! Oh you better believe in that Mark! You better!"

"Hmm . . . ah . . ."

"WHAT?!"

"I—"

"You got something more to say? SAY IT!"

"I . . . uh . . . well you're match is coming up soon against Triple H."

"That's right,"

"And a lot of people are behind The Game tonight. They think that Triple H can and will defeat you and leave you a bloody mess in that Hell In a Cell match! What are the thoughts that are running through your mind right now? What are your thoughts about one of the biggest nights in your entire career?"

"Heh . . . as I see it . . . Hunter keeps on mumbling about 'He is the Game!' Well, the REAL game is about to begin! And as I say it . . . no PAIN no GAME!"

"Wa . . . wait a second . . . don't you mean No Pain No Gain?"

"Did I SAY no pain no gain Mark?!"

"Well . . .no . . ."

"If Triple H is the Game then I am the PAIN! And I will surely be the one who emerges that Cell with Hunter Hearst Helmsley's blood in my hands! Feeling his struggled liquid being splashed across my chest . . . I will emerge that Cell as the most dominant WWE wrestler prior! Triple H can bet his @$$ he will die tonight . . . I am going to break every damn bone in his body . . . because my boss, Mr. McMahon said so! Heh, heh, heh! Let the Games begin! Heh, heh . . . oh yeah! Let it begin!"

Ringside

Cole: "Well... he's ready!"

Tazz: "Well, games are usually meant for fun purposes but it looks like this game wont be so 'joyful' if you know what I mean!"

Cole: "Very dirty mind games are being played by the Champion all night long . . . its as simple as that! Well ladies and gentlemen, as we've mentioned earlier, the next time we will be joining you will be on October 19th, NO MERCY! It will be a Smackdown exclusive! So don't miss that one out!"

Tazz: "That will be a huge event that is for SURE Cole!"

Cole: "But what about Shane McMahon? He . . . he must've injured himself very badly after that fall!"

Tazz: "Oh you got that right! I hope the kid's okay!"

Cole: "Well Shane's health will be known tomorrow on Raw, which reminds me Tazz . . . it is time for you know what."

Tazz: "Yes! I know what is supposed to happen now, and believe me, I am wishing that King and J.R beat the living crap out of Al Snow and Coach!"

Cole: "That's what we all want to see."
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Backstage

Stone Cold Steve Austin, the co-general manager of the Raw brand . . . truth was that HE was the only true GM on Raw. His co-worker Eric Bischoff was never really doing his job . . . he was toying with his power. Austin stood in the way to bring justice in the show . . . much like Stephanie McMahon on Smackdown. But right now, Austin didn't have anything else to do for tonight. The matches were set; it was time for them to be performed infront of the live audience. That meant all Austin could do was sit back in his office and watch as the night flies away. Suddenly, he heard a simple knock on his door, he didn't permit the visitor to 'come in' yet, but the door flung opened and out came Chris Jericho.

"Heey . . . Austin, whatcha doing?" The Evolution member smirked.

"What the hell do you want?" Steve demanded, standing from his chair and facing Y2J nose-to-nose.

"You know very well what I want Austin."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, did you see what just happened in that match? Huh? Shane almost DIED of that fall! How the hell did he get the strength to win is beyond me, but the point still remains: Kane almost killed Shane McMahon tonight and its all YOUR fault!"

"Hah . . . me?"

"Yeah that's right,"

"MY fault?"

"Yes! Remember about 2 months ago? In the episode of Raw where you URGED Kane to open his mask? You said 'I want to see the monster Kane! I want to see you as a monster!' Well there you have it! You created a monster Steve!"

"What? So now you are being promoted in the 'Evolution' rank? I thought you only kissed Flair's a$# not run his errands."

"HA, HA! Oh no Ric didn't send me here . . . you and I got some personal business to take care of."

"Like what?"

"You KNOW what I'm talking about Stevie! YOU are the only person who is standing in the way for the entire roster! STANDING in our way to get the full publicity! You are just some creep who got this tiny amount of power and you've already started bullying around with it!"

"I told you before Chris if you have a problem with me take your best shot."

" . . . oh no . . . I'm not going to fall for THAT! I'm not gonna make it easy for you Stevie! I'm not gonna hit you like some freak . . . remember . . . there are MORE ways to make you crack."

"Oh so you're gonna make ME crack?"

"That's right! You'll see Stevie . . . you'll see."

Only a sarcastic chuckle left the GM. There was NO way Chris Jericho was going to 'make him crack', Austin knew that.

Y2J exited through the door after smirking back at Austin . . . he was up to something . . . something that couldn't be right.

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Back in the ring, the camera showed the face of Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler . . . two of the best commentators in maybe all of Sporting Entertainment. Their match was coming up next . . . the match that would judge their jobs.

J.R- "What was THAT all about?"

King- "Beats me, Jericho is one guy I don't trust."
J.R- "Well he's saying that he's gonna make Austin crack, that there are more ways to make Austin lose his mind."

King- "I . . . I don't like it."

J.R- "Well, nonetheless King . . . it is time."

King- "sigh Yep . . . you're right on that thing J.R,"

J.R- "So . . . how did it come to this? How did we get here?"

King- "Well, we came here courtesy of Eric Bischoff J.R,"

Flashback-

Sunday night heat- "Hey! I'm an original! At Summer Slam, my boss asked me to do a favor. I was just doing my job!" "Here he is! Jonathan Coach! THE RAW Employee of the month!" "I was just doing my job!"

"Lets say you and I go one on one tonight King?" "You got it!" "Hey its AL Snow!" "John, lets just forget about this, Jerry, let the good man go and I'll take it from here," "I don't need your help!" "Coachman has NO respect for anybody," "Hey! whoa, whoa! ALSNOW with a cheap shot to King!" '123!" " "Coach wins! Coach wins!""

Next week- "At Unleashed, its going to be Coach and Al Snow, against J.R and King for the lead broadcasting of Raw!" "You got a King here, and a Cowboy . . . what are you? Some kind of village people?! When I covered for good ol' J.R on Raw, I fitted in SO smoothly that no one even KNEW Jim was gone! And when he returned, what did I get? A sloppy good luck handshake!" "This Sunday, the fate of Raw will be decided!" 'You got a King and you got a cowboy,' "In a special Tag Team match" 'For the LEAD broadcasting of Raw! Flashback

J.R- "Well King, as we said earlier, we are dressed and ready. It's now or never pal,"

King- "Well J.R I guess that only means ONE thing . . . its time to kick some ass!"

J.R- "You said it,"

The match came underway with Coachman's music sounding over the speakers as the two opponents came out. The crowds booed at the two as they sauntered to the right with cocky grins on their faces.

"Now, entering the ring, Jonathan Coachman and Al Snow!"

They entered the ring, continuing to mock J.R and King in their own 'funny' way.

J.R- "Lets go King,"

King- "Ah . . . J.R,"

J.R- "Hmm?"

King- "I was wondering . . . if we're both fighting in the match . . . whose gonna commentate?"

J.R- "That is going over to the Smackdown team, Tazz, Michael, take it away guys."

Their microphones were shut down and in came the voice of Michael Cole from Smackdown, it was their job to commentate on this one.

Cole: "Thank you J.R and King . . . well Tazz, you ready?"

Tazz: "Absolutely, commenting a match with Jim and King fighting in it . . . its actually a prestigious moment for us!"

Cole: "I'll say I have to agree with you on that one, Jim Ross and Jerry 'The King' Lawler are indeed our seniors in this business. I just hope they win this match and stays on Raw."

King's music then came up as he dropped his robe on their announcing table and started towards the ring, "And making his way to the ring, Jerry 'The King' Lawler!" But Jerry didn't enter the ring just yet, he waited on the edge of the apron as his partner's music could be heard. The old fashioned Cowboy-ranch music to be precise! The Oklahoma-born legend placed aside his crowned microphone and went towards his destiny. "And his partner, Good ol' J.R!"

Cole: "There is one thing in this match though,"

Tazz: "What's that?"

Cole: "Well you heard the Raw GM Eric Bischoff talking about a secret 'plan' on this match-up. And that cant be good!"

Tazz: "Ha, ha. Its kinda nice to commentate on Raw for a change!"

Cole: "Well yeah! We never did Raw before did we?"

Tazz: "Nope! It was Sunday Night Heat and Smackdown! But never Raw."

The crowd gave their support with a round of cheers for the two commentators. J.R. seemed a bit worried, but he wouldn't back down from this. Not with his job, not with his livelihood at stake! With everyone in the ring now, the ref assigned The King and Al Snow to fight first while J.R and Coach took their position in the corners and the match was underway.

Both of them grabbed hold of each other as they tried to overpower each other. But neither wrestler could do it and they backed away. They then stood posed to try it again, but Al Snow stopped midway and poked Jerry's eyes. The King backed away and Al Snow began to hammer him in. Snow then whipped Jerry into the ropes and when Jerry came back, slammed him with a back elbow. Snow gestured to his partner and then dropped a heavy elbow on him after which he rolled him up for the pin.

"1..."

The King managed to kick out even before a two-count and Snow lifted him up while smashing his back in. He then lifted Jerry and slammed him down in a scoop slam before dropping another elbow. Snow then lifted him up again and looked at his partner's now outstretched hand. Snow grinned and tagged him in while holding his arm in a standing armbar. Coach swaggered in and hit The King on the back, causing him to fall in pain. Coach then began to stomp in on Jerry with a few punishing stomps before tagging Al back in. Al grinned as he lifted The King and punched him again. But in a surprise, Jerry returned the blow, causing Al to stagger. Seeing him stunned, The King continued to pummel him with blows until he reached the ropes. He then whipped him to the other side and went for a clothesline, but Al Snow ducked it, rebounded off the other side and caught him with a flying elbow. Jerry was hit hard and fell just as hard. Al jumped up and slid down for the pin.

"1...2..."

Again, The King's shoulder came up and Al Snow gave a huff of frustration.

Tazz: "Al Snow can be a worthy opponent for King, Cole. He was a WRESTLER just like Jerry back in the day."

Cole: "Back in YOUR day dare I ask?"

Tazz: "Hey! They guy's older than me! I'm more . . . recent!"

Cole: "Yeah right,"

Tazz: "Hey atleast I'm not an N'Sync fan!"

Cole: "Now what is UP with the N'Sync thing? Clearly I'M the better commentator on Smackdown!"

Tazz: "Oh please,"

Cole: "Okay whatever,"

Lifting Jerry up again, he hit him once and flung him into the corner. Al then charged at him, but The King dodged the attack and Al's shoulder went right into the metal bar. A look of pain etched its way on Al Snow as he slid out of the edge. But that gave Jerry time to recover as he too was on the floor. Slowly, both fighters lifted themselves off them ground toward each other. When they finally stood erect, Al let out a single blow, causing Jerry to stagger back. Jerry returned it and the two traded blows for a long while. The King then gained momentum and continued his attacks, hitting Snow into the back and whipping him into the ropes. Al bounced back and The King flipped him over his shoulders and high into the air. The mat met with a resounding slam as Snow groaned in agony.

Cole: "Oh my! Serves Al right!"

Tazz: "You said it man!"

King then lifted him and hammered in directly on his head, causing Snow to fall again. Lifting him up, he then slammed him with a heavy scoop slam, causing the ring to vibrate again. Jerry then went for the cover...

Cole: "Here's a cover, this could be it!"

"1...2..."

But Al Snow wasn't finished and managed to get his shoulder up. Jerry shook his head and lifted him but Snow hit him with another eye poke, blinding him again.

Cole: "Hey! Since when did poking got legal??"

Tazz: "I dunno Cole! But it IS what the referee thinks is legal! Probably orders by Bischoff!"

Cole: "Oh so Eric Bischoff's the Vince McMahon of Raw?"

Tazz: "Seems like that, only the guy gets scared easily! Heh, heh."

Al then tossed Lawler into the ropes and waited for him. But The King came back sooner than he expected and caught him with a vicious clothesline! The King then went to the top ropes, causing the crowd to cheer wildly. Now set up, Jerry prepared to dive down on Al's prone body, but the Coach managed to shake the ropes, causing his legs to slip and get caught between the ropes!

Tazz: "DAMN that Coach!"

Cole: "King has been dropped on the turnbuckle very badly!"

This was proven true as Jerry moaned in pain and slowly fell of from the side, giving Al the much need time to recover. Again, they both got up at the same time and Al Snow charged. But The King ducked and Al bounced against the ropes. The two bodies then met in a double shoulder block and both of them fell again! Now completely exhausted, they began to struggle to their corners to tag in their partners.

Cole: "BOTH MEN had the same thought in mind! The shoulder block must be IT for these two!"

Tazz: "Both men are crawlin' to get to their partners . . . I know J.R Cole, he was a great fighter back when he wrestled, he could very well be the upperhand the team needs!"

Finally, Snow tagged Jonathan Coachman while Jerry tagged J.R, the two of them came in the ring and the Coach laughed. He then shoved J.R. roughly while still mocking him. Taking it further, he knocked off J.R.'s black cowboy hat!

Cole: "Coach has NO respect for any other individual! What an ass,"

J.R. turned his head briefly before smashing his fist into the Coach's face. Coach fell onto the mat and looked up in surprise to J.R.'s blow. He couldn't quite get the idea that the old-timer could hit him so hard! Rousing to his feet, Coach came at J.R. with a blow of his own, but amazingly, J.R. blocked it and gave him another blow. This time, J.R. didn't give him time to recover as he moved over and mudhole stomped Coach. The crowd went wild with each stomp until Al Snow, who had now recovered, hit J.R. in the back. Snow then saw the oncoming Jerry and charged first, but Jerry ducked and Al Snow hit the referee instead, flooring him. Al looked at the ref briefly, but as he turned, The King, Jerry kicked him in the midsection, placed his head between his legs, held his waist upward and fell down in an old-fashioned piledriver! With Snow down, Jerry rolled him out of the ring and pulled J.R. over the Coach. He then went over to awaken the ref when...

Cole: "Hey waitaminute!

Smack!

A steel chair smashed into his head from the outside and knocked him down. From the outside, Chris Jericho had hit The King and now entered the ring and slammed that chair yet again! This time on J.R!

Cole: "NO WAY! What the HELL is Chris Jericho doing?!!!"

He pulled J.R off of Coach and put the Coach on him before leaving. With the ref now partially recovered, he saw the pin and began counting.

"1...2...3!"

Cole: "NO! This isn't fair! This isn't right!!! What the hell . . . just happened?!"

The bell rang signaling the end of the match, "And the winner of this match, Jonathan Coachman and Al Snow!"

Tazz: "I don't believe this,"

Cole: "YOU don't believe this!? WHY the HELL did Y2J of all person, have to interfere here?!"

Snow managed to recover and entered the ring, arousing a now recovering Coach. The two 'victors' laughed as they realized they had won the match. They looked down at J.R. and Al Snow passed J.R.'s hat to Coach to which he shamelessly put on, mocking them further as they exited the ring.

Cole: "No . . . this . . . this is insane!"

One of the staff member ran towards Jericho to interview him briefly, a sick smile upon the Evolutor's face. "Chris! Chris!" He said, "You . . . you just cost J.R and King their match! Do you even have an explanation to that?!"

Tazz: "Yeah you mandrel!"

"Shut up junior!" Y2J shouted, still smiling, "Remember before the match I told Steve Austin there are more ways to make him crack? Well, I just went even with the GM by costing his FAVORITE Oklahoma Boy his job! Ha! Mission Accomplished Daddio!"

Cole: "Can you believe this?!"

Tazz: "I . . . I don't know what to say Cole! J.R looks heart broken man . . ."

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And heartbroken J.R was . . . the screen now centered upon the two great commentators who sat in their announce-table . . . which very well might be the LAST announce-table they ever officially sit in . . .

J.R- "I'm sorry King . . . I'm very sorry."

King- "It's . . . its alright J.R . . . it . . . it wasn't your fault."

J.R- "I . . . I lost our jobs King . . . we lost . . ."

King- " . . . "

J.R- "What happened? Back there . . . I mean,"

King- "Well . . . the fans . . . Cole, Tazz, they said that it was Chris Jericho . . . who interfered."

J.R- "Why . . . the hell did he do that?"

King- "I have no . . ."

J.R- "Let me . . . tell you a story folks . . . when I was . . . an eddy beady kid grown up in Oklahoma I had . . . one dream. And that was to . . . be in this business. And . . . I can't tell you . . . how it feels that . . . that it's finally over!"

King- "So . . . they took your hat J.R . . ."

J.R- "I . . . I know King, I know."

King- "Well, I got another one for you . . . I know this isnt like the real one but . . . I bought it for you over the commercial break from the lobby . . . for old times sake."

J.R- "Thank . . . thank you King. You are just like a brother to me . . . and . . . all these years since I sat in this table next to you on various matches . . . we saw as 'Mankind' Mick Foley jump from the top of that Hell In a Cell match and crash through our table. And who knows what other helling things? But I've always been enjoyed sitting next to you and commentate on all the matches . . . I'm sure gonna miss that."

King- "Thanks J.R . . . I feel the same way,"

It felt as if the bonding these two had were suddenly ripped apart . . . the job they had for . . . almost 30 years were suddenly taken away from them . . . but their friendship could never end . . . J.R was trying very hard to stop his tears from bursting. But nevertheless, that just might be what their fate was about . . . the screen changed to the Unleashed Flashback sequence as the main event for RAW was about to unfold!

Flashback

Backlash-"SPEEEAAR! SPEAR ON THE ROCK! THE ROCK IS DOWN!" "1! 2! 3!!!" ding, ding, ding! "The Rock has lost! The Great one has lost his People . . . to Bill Goldberg!"

Summer Slam (4 months later) – "Whoa, only GOLDBERG is in the ring! 3! 2! 1! GOLDBERG'S IN!!!" "Now its only down to Triple H and Goldberg! SPEAR!! And whoa . . .he's going for it J.R!" "NO it's a – OH MY!" "JACKNIFE POWERBOMB!!! On the World Heavyweight Champion!" "1! 2! 3! Goldberg wins again!" "Goldberg has become the NEW World Champion!!!"

2 weeks later– "Steve Austin and Goldberg will go one-on-one tonight with HBK as the ref!" "Hey what the hell is Evolution doing here!?" "OH GOD! Randy Orton with a steel shot from behind!" "Oh nonononono! HBK is speared!!" "And now its Ric Flair! The egotistic leader of Evolution!" "What has gone into Goldberg?!" "I am proud to announce the NEW member of Evolution –BILL GOLDBERGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"WHAT?!"" NO WAY! This isnt happening! . . . Wait look King! Here comes the Rock! The Bruma Bull is here!" "Look at Berg, Orton and Flair! They left the ring!" "ROCK just helped out his old enemy Austin! I cant believe my eyes!"

(Theme song of Unforgiven/Unleashed) "The Brahama Bull, the PEOPLE'S Champion is DEMANDING his rematch against he ONE person who defeated The Rock . . . Bill Goldberg JUST BRING IT!!!"

"The Rock and Goldberg has gone through many histories in the recent year . . . and now, they will be facing in a special non-disqualification match for the World's Heavyweight Title!" (The theme song kept on roaring as scenes from the past month were shown!) Rock BottoM! SPEAR! Jackhammer!!! "Oh no! Here it comes J.R! THE most electrifyin' move in sports entertainment today! THE PEOPLE'S ELBOW!!!"Flashback

The arena darkened as the Titantron showed images of skyscrapers, announcing the presence of the Great One.

'Is cooking...'

The music erupts and The Rock makes his entrance. The crowds roared as the Brahma Bull strode purposefully toward the ring.

"Now making his way to the ring, weighting 260 pounds, The People's Champion, The Rock!"

The Rock reached the ring and on the corner turnbuckle, where he raised his fist in the air. His eyes were closed, taking in the electricity in the air. The crowds shifted their screaming to the highest volume possible . . . their champion . . . their hero was now in the ring. The ROCK then descended and moved to the other end and repeated the act. When that was done, he stared down into the crowd for awhile before climbing down. Noticing almost every single person either shouting at him, flapping signs or just screaming 'You can do it!' and their encouragement was all the People's Champion could ask for . . .

The sounds of explosive drums herald the arrival of Goldberg. As it played, sparks shot out at the mouth of the Titantron. It flared out continually until a form appeared within. The pyros died revealing the World Heavyweight Champion, one of the most dominating wrestlers in WWE.

"Making his way to the ring, weighting 285 pounds, he is the World Heavyweight Champion, Goldberg!"

Despite his new standing as leader of Evolution, many in the crowds still chanted his name while other booed him. Goldberg was steel faced as he entered the ring, but was a little unsure about this mixed reaction. Still, the crowds weren't important now. Beating The Rock was. Goldberg's steely gaze met with The Rock's determined one. Goldberg had beaten The Rock before and he was confident that he could do it again, movie star or not.

The bell rang and the two superstars circled one another, looking for an opening. They charged and grappled, each trying to push the other one back. For a moment, it seemed that the Rock would gain mastery, but Goldberg managed to power back and push him instead. But the Rock stopped him mid-way and the two finally separated. Goldberg was a little stunned. The Rock wasn't this strong before. He'd have to keep his eyes open. They moved in and grappled again and The Rock managed to sweep out and catch Goldberg in a headlock. Goldberg struggled at first and then began to move toward the ropes, whipping The Rock into them. As The Rock came back, Goldberg smashed into him with a shoulder block. Looking down briefly, Goldberg then ran back into the ropes and toward The Rock. The Rock rolled and Goldberg went right over him and into the other end. As Goldberg came barreling back, The Rock linked his arm in an attempt for a monkey toss, but Goldberg stopped it, twisted around and flipped The Rock. The Rock got back to his feet quickly, but was clotheslined by Goldberg just as quickly.

Goldberg moved to lift up The Rock and he tossed him into the corner. But before he could attack again, The Rock suddenly slapped out and hit Goldberg back. The Rock went like this repeatedly, each blow backing Goldberg further. The Rock then blew in his hand and was ready to lay the smackdown when Goldberg ducked at the last second, grabbed hold of The Rock's back and fell back in a backdrop. Goldberg then went for the pin.

"1...2..."

The Rock's shoulder shot up suddenly, but Goldberg didn't mind it. He simply lifted him and took him down with a short clothesline. The Rock's head bounced of the mat and he rolled over. Goldberg stalked over to The Rock for the bit and lifted him up again. His hand grasped around his throat and he suddenly air-lifted The Rock over his head. Goldberg held him aloft briefly, but The Rock struggled, forcing Goldberg to drop him down. The Rock landed on his feet and when Goldberg turned, The Rock gave him a sharp kick to the gut, swiftly linked his arm around his neck and dropping to the ground in a DDT. Then without skipping a beat, The Rock flipped his body upward and he was on his feet again.

Goldberg rolled to his feet and The Rock pushed him in the corner, slapping him all the way, then reaching back and blowing his hand, The Rock gave one final, powerful slap which...did nothing. Goldberg stalked out of the corner grinning and when The Rock attacked again, Goldberg blocked it and gave a blow of his own, which floored The Rock. As he rose up, Goldberg grabbed his throat and powerlifted him. He held him up and suddenly dropped him on his shoulder and onto the mat with a thunderous crash. Goldberg then rolled up the pin.

"1...2..."

But The Rock wasn't out yet and his shoulder came up. Goldberg arose and gave him a quick stomp before picking him up. The Rock powered out though and began to attack, pushing Goldberg against the ropes. He then roped Goldberg and Goldberg reversed, but The Rock suddenly went airborne with a flying clothesline and knocked him down. Goldberg scrambled to his feet and charged, but The Rock ducked down, causing Goldberg to fall on his shoulders. The Rock then lifted himself, grabbed Goldberg's head and legs and fell back in a Samoan Drop. Goldberg's body crashed and The Rock rolled up the pin.

"1...2..."

Goldberg's arm shot up just as quickly and The Rock maneuvered himself between Goldberg's legs. Planting his foot in between them, The Rock then folded his legs around it and turned around, locking Goldberg in the excruciating Sharpshooter submission move. Goldberg struggled against The Rock's sharpshooter, groaning in sheer agony as the Brahma Bull applied the painful pressure to his legs. The ref checked Goldberg to see if he would quit, but Goldberg shook his head and began to crawl his way to the ropes. The Rock tried to hold him, but Goldberg's persistence continued and he managed to reach the ropes. The referee tapped on The Rock's shoulder, informing him to release his hold as the Great One did just that.

Goldberg struggled to the ropes, his legs strained from the pain of the sharpshooter. Just behind him, The Rock stalked him and waited for him to get to his feet. When Goldberg did, The Rock hit him with another blow and whipped him into the ropes. But Goldberg reversed and tossed The Rock. The Rock bounced and was caught with a devastating clothesline. Goldberg then waited as The Rock struggled to rise, stalking him closely. When The Rock turned, Goldberg slung his arm across his chest, lifted him up, and slammed him down with The Rock's own Rock Bottom! Goldberg then rolled him up for the pin.

"1...2..."

But at the last second, The Rock shot his arm up into the air, saving him. Goldberg was frustrated and he lifted him up and hit him with a series of body blows. They ended up in the corner as Goldberg continued the body blows. He then whipped The Rock into the opposite corner and followed up with a turnbuckle clothesline. The Rock held his body in pain and Goldberg grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over and into the air. The Rock's body slammed onto the mat and rolled outside. Goldberg followed and continued to stalk him. He grabbed The Rock's head and tried to slam it against the steel stairs, but The Rock's hand's slammed down first to stop it and The Rock recovered, grabbed Goldberg's head and slammed it instead. Goldberg fell back and staggered and The Rock moved over him and kicked him. He then rolled him back in the ring and followed. Goldberg managed to roll to his feet though and he kicked The Rock before he could rise. He then lifted The Rock, hit him once and sent him against the ropes. Goldberg went for a clothesline, but The Rock ducked under it and to the other end. Goldberg turned to attack, but The Brahma Bull came at him full speed and smashed into him with his own spear!

Goldberg was totally floored by his own move and The Rock stood over him. The crowds cheering grew in anticipation and The Rock stood right over Goldberg. Kicking his arm in, The Rock removed his armguard and tossed it into the crowd. He waved his hands and preformed the-most-electrifying-move-in-sports-entertainment. But as the elbow dropped, Goldberg suddenly rolled out of the way and the elbow missed. Both wrestlers were hurt and rolling on the mat trying to get to their feet. They finally arose and the now fatigued superstars landed blow upon blow to each other. Goldberg managed to advantage and began to beat him mercilessly. He then whipped him again, but The Rock reversed and tossed Goldberg toward the ropes and prepared to slam him with a spinebuster. But when Goldberg came back, he was coming faster than before. The Rock's face turned to shock as Goldberg speared him heavily, almost breaking him in half. Goldberg slowly rose from The Rock's body and did a cut-throat sign. He then lifted The Rock in a headlock and prepared to raise him in the air, but The Rock suddenly curled inward and linked his legs on the floor, resulting in a small package pin. The referee began the count.

"1...2..."

But Goldberg managed to break out at the last millisecond and opened flat on the floor. The Rock stalked him once again and when Goldberg arose, The Rock linked up the Rock Bottom. But Golberg elbowed his head, causing him to let go and Goldberg quickly linked his head and lifted him in the air. The crowd screamed as Goldberg held the Rock and spun around, slamming The Rock in the Jackhammer!!! Goldberg rolled up the pin, the belt would still be his . . .

"1...2..."

J.R: "NO!! The Rock! The ROCK SOMEHOW! SOMEWAY! Managed to kick out of THAT!! NO ONE in the WWE has EVER shot out of the Jackhammer!"

Goldberg couldn't believe this one bit! It was just plain IMPOSSIBLE! Kicking out from a JACKHAMMER?! Even the legendary Bret Hart couldn't do that! The fans were on awe that Rock was able to DO such an electrifying performance! Clearly he didn't just mess around with his Hollywood money!

Wiping out the sweat that formed on his forehead, Goldberg let out a frustrating breath. He was now standing, glaring at the cheering crowd, a bit irritated by the Rock's supporters . . . but that STILL didn't matter! He needed to finish his opponent off. Looking down, the World Heavyweight Champion yanked The Rock off the mat by grabbing onto his back-side head. He spat on the Great One's face, screaming 'YOU want more?!! You want MORE pain?! You pathetic little weasel . . . to think all of these people are counting on you! Believing in that in some miracle way you'll win this match! BUT they might not believe in MY HYPE! I defeated you ONCE Rock! And I'll do that again tonight!' He shoved one knee straight to Rock's gut, doubling him over badly, but still not letting go of his head. Berg shouted in again 'People's Champion!' He formed a certain amount of saliva and spat its condensed state on the Rock's forehead, laughing Berg said again 'Screw the pathetic people! Those S.O.B's are nothing but fucking assholes! And I guess that just makes you the same! Heh, heh, heh.' But that was just enough! Goldberg could curse about The Rock, he could talk him down infront of his family and everything else . . . but trashing about the PEOPLE was something Dwayne Johnson –AKA- The Great One couldn't tolerate! Unleashing all of his fury, The Rock shot opened his eyes, much to Goldberg's surprise, and elbowed the Champion on the midsection. This doubled him over a bit, but then the Rock went to repeat the process and slammed his elbow a second time! Freeing himself from Goldberg's grip, the Rock steadied himself up. Hearing the millions of his fans screaming in delight of the People's Champion's re-awakening! The Rock pulled back his hand and mightily crashed it square against Goldberg's head! The amount of damage the clothesline always did was now delivered through THAT punch! The People's punch! Not the smackdown, not the clothesline, the Rock connected his right hand on Goldberg's to crash him on the mat! But the champion quickly got to his feet, then met with the same move a second time!

The Rock was channeling his rage just perfectly through those bulled-shots. After a third hit, the Rock backed up, spat a cough on his fist and came running to layeth the smackethdown on GOLDBERG'S CANDY ASS!!

At the beginning of this match, The Rock's punch did nothing to the Champion, but this one was connected on his temple, it not only knocked him backwards, but the impact flew him to the other side of the ring!!! The Rock wasted no time and went in to pick Goldberg up, but Bill wasn't out just yet. Whilst standing to his feet, the champion shoved the Rock's hands off from his neck and grabbed hold the foe's head instead. Pulling closer in a rough way, Goldberg smacked punch with the back side of his fist across the Rock's jaw, almost breaking it in two! Then, without releasing the head, Goldberg stretched his hand backwards and very HARDLY shot it straight onto The Rock's nose! As if he had somekind of unnatural strength! The impact of it knocked the People's Champion all the way over to the opposing turnbuckle, in this case, the southeast one. The Rock fell on the ground near the buckle and couldn't quite calculate what he just received! Blood was pouring down his nose, but for the Great One, a few broken noses didn't matter. He slowly used the ropes to gain a stand but it all failed when a charging Goldberg ran in, grabbed him by his shoulders and smashed a knee to the Rock's spine!!! Rock was facing the crowd and barely holding the ropes when that . . . hellish maneuver hit him.

Screams that resulted due to the extreme pain, were now bursting out of the Rock's throat. His back ached in unspeakable pain . . . but then, Goldberg grabbed hold of his head and connected the highly revolutionized punch on Dwayne's temple! Furiously knocking him half way to the center of the ring.

J.R- "How much MORE can the Rock take?!"

That was a very good question, one that now traveled through the minds of his fans . . . the Rock was supposed to faint by now! But he DIDN'T and that was what made it so frustrating for Goldberg!

The Champion lashed in, stomped Rock on the injured spine-area to make him scream a second time. He then pulled the Great One mercilessly on his feet and against the northern ropes, firing in a chop on Rock's bare chest to make him grave in pain, Goldberg secured his hands around the challenger's throat . . . gripping to it for a bit then shoving it the other way! THROWING The Rock's impressive body over his shoulders and ALL the way over to the southern side of the ring! Choke-Tossing is what they I call it . . . I think.

J.R- "There is NO way the Rock can tolerate much pain folks . . . just LOOK in his eyes! He can NOT stay active for much long!"

King- "The Rock HAS to! He is the People's Champion! The Brahma Bull! He can do it!"

But was this ever the case? It was obvious . . . The Rock has lost a second time to this monster . . . he has lost to the people . . . Bill Goldberg began to spread a smile. Loving the agony the Rock was going through right now, aching his back . . . gripping his head in pain . . . just . . . troubling there like a helpless rodent. Bending down, Goldberg fixed his bizarre gaze on the primary target . . . waiting for the People's so-called Champion to rise to his feet so that he can connect the spear, snap Rock's spine, and crumble it in powder with another Jackhammer . . .

The Rock barely rolled to a knee . . . trying to stand, but even his leg failed him and he trembled to the mat again. No, he had to do this . . . he had to get up and lose with dignity . . . The Rock pushed a forearm against his spinal cord and went on the other knee . . . briefly being in a sitting position. That's when hell itself came down to Rock!

After a devastating scream, HIS scream, Goldberg started running towards his pray —The Rock— BUT!!!!!!

In an instant, the paining look on the Brahma Bull's face shifted to a unified one, his eyebrows narrowed to the oncoming threat, his gaze a preparing one. But Goldberg didn't notice this, no one did. At the VERY last moment, when Bill Goldberg was in reach and had already leapt; The Rock did his part, and with the final amount of energy that was left in him. The Rock held onto Goldberg's only leg that was bent on the mat and pulled it upwards! Forcing the spear-released body of the Champion and pitting his own body in the process, the Rock delivered a back-powdering SPINE BUSTERR!!!!!!! THE Spinebuster! The millions of fans who were watching this, both live, Televised and Online, were SCREAMING at this sight! THE ROCK had connected the spinebuster and literally did the same amount of damage to Bill Goldberg's spine! The ring shook in a violent rhythm from right to left, and the impact of the champion's spine crashing in on the mat could be heard echoing WITHOUT the support of a mic! It was all intense, but so was the vocal-cord tearing screams that engulfed the ear of the People's Champion! As The Rock rose from the ruble and went around the fallen body of Goldberg, he hit his arm hard enough for it to slap on Bill's gut . . . then: Facing the northern crowd, with the millions and MILLIONS of his fans screaming in support. The Rock stripped out his left elbowpad and threw it all the way outside the ring for some fan to catch.

King- "Oh my god J.R! The electrified millions are erupting the arena! Its once again time for, THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MOVE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY! The People's Elbow!!!!"

And with a smacking vibration, The GREAT ONE connected his finisher as his blade-sharp elbow crashed into Goldberg's beating heart. Causing it to shake in pain! Rupturing the veins that led towards the pumping bodypart.

BUT that was just he beginning! The Rock rolled off the mat and walked towards the northwest turnbuckle, setting a wrist on his spine for it not to break. The crowd cheered a bit more when the Rock stopped, raised the People's Eyebrow and shook his knee as it stomped on the ground. He rested his fists on the edge of his bending knees as The Rock turned towards the fallen Champion all the way across the ring. He started to stalk! He shifted from the side-way-look and hopped in securely so that his entire body was now facing HIS primary target —Goldberg—!

Bill from his side, felt his heart trying to explode out of its socket, he was gripping his chest in pain. Feeling a bit nausea to vomit. But he didn't let out that easy of course! Bill stabled himself on the nearing turnbuckle, by God that was the most painful experience he had in recent weeks! Months even! He turned around angrily to look at the unleashed stalking Rock over at the other side of the ring. Just . . . bending there, in true Rock fashion . . . but HE was GOLDBERG! NO one got away with hurting him that bad! Letting out a dangerous scream, Bill dashed at The Rock not thinking about what was on the line, if he missed the spear he could crash into the steel posts, but damaging Rock was JUST as important!

He ran, not breathing but screaming in the action! BUT just as easily, The Rock side stepped and Goldberg came shoulder-to-shoulder with the steel post! He knew he had that coming . . . why did he do it?! Yes, NOW he was cursing himself.

The Rock took this chance and pulled the Champion off from the post and turned him around so that they were face to face. He said 'You're next.' Off mic at Goldberg, spitting at him in the process and kicked the champion on the gut. Forcing him to squeeze his gut in pain. That was just what The Rock wanted!

With all the might that was left in him, The Great One slid his arm inside Goldberg's bent body and with the other one he picked him up in the air! Steadying for Goldberg's OWN finisher —The Jackhammer!— The millions screamed again as The Rock calculated the distance where Bill would fall, and without further thought, SLAMMED the Champion OVER his head and by the spine! Shaking the ring in the same violent rhythm once more!!!

J.R- "Jackhammer! The Rock connected Goldberg's OWN finisher DOWN upon him!"

Of course, the weight of Goldberg's body did its effect on The Rock's spine as well, the Great One himself flew off the mat to hold his back in pain as his opponent lay in an unconscious state.

J.R- "The efforts are taking control! Rock's own body has had enough! He MUST finish this NOW for this sake of his own health!"

King- "J.R, The Rock has gone through SPEARS and Jackhammers! That's a plural! His body IS giving up! but his fate in the fans and his determination is keeping him standing!"

And he DID stand once again! The setting was perfect, Goldberg was laid almost on the middle of the ring and The Rock was towards his head! That meant for the third and final time that night – The Rock kicked, waved, ran, rebounded and with the millions of his fans— CONNECTED the People's Elbow for the last time! Impacting on the heart of Bill Goldberg!!! There was NO WAY IN HELL Goldberg could roll out of this one, and the Rock had finally dropped the electricity to cover.

"1! 2! 3!!!!"

Ding, ding, ding!!!!!

"The winner of this match, and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion, ROCK!!!!"

The intensity of the people's screams, the shouts from the mics of both commentators and the title on his hand . . . the Rock had WON the World's Heavyweight Title! He had successfully take down Evolution AND his undefeated foe- Bill Goldberg!

J.R- "The Rock has done it! HE is the FIRST MAN in WWE history to defeat Bill GOLDBERG!!!"

King- "He has truly proven himself AND to fans everywhere that The Rock was, is and always will be – The People's Champ!"

J.R- "And not only that, The Rock has regained the most prestigious title in WWE today! He has become the NEW World's Heavyweight Champion!"

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No chance! That is what you've got! (nav- many thanks 2 Maeglin for the lyric!)

Cole: "Hey wait a minute! What's Mr. McMahon doing here?"

Tazz: "He . . . oh my! Mr. McMahon has that smile on his face Cole! That same smile which always means trouble!"

Vincent Kennedy McMahon . . . every time he heard his name spoken that way gave him a proud feeling in the rare pit of his gut. Vince was THE main-man around here, the WWE was HIS company and there was no where else on earth that made him feel more in charge of something. Vince CREATED the WWE! Well . . . when he created it, it was named WWF, actually it was handed to him by HIS father Vince McMahon senior. But it was Vince himself who categorized the wrestling genre. It was all him that made World Wrestling Entertainment what it is today! And there was no one who could take that title way from him! NO ONE in this damn WORLD could take away that pride! Vince McMahon . . . was one of the most . . . IS one the most successful businessmen in the world today. And when he snarled his favorite dialog 'You got NO CHANCE IN HELL', it made him feel that way. It made him feel what he really was . . . it made him feel like he was in full charge.

As his music slowed down, Vince entered the ring by means of the metal-stairs. The stairs were replaced once the brutal match was over. "SO Hershey Pennsylvania!" The McMahon shouted on the mic, wasting no valuable time in this very special PPV. The crowd of Hershey screamed loudly once their hometown was being pronounced.

"The SOLD OUT crowd at the Giant Center!"

Yeeeah!

"AT THE UNLEASHED PAY PER VIEW! Ah what the hell, I don't give a damn!"

Boo

"Well, straight on to the point people. Wasn't that a great match you just witnessed? Not the Rock versus Goldberg, I mean the 'SHANE OH MAC' versus Kane?! Now THAT was something I loved to see! What a breathtaking ending to a . . . rather unentertaining match actually now that I think of it! SHANE missing that life-threatening maneuver from up there at the . . . well I don't know what that is . . . but what a HUGE move by Shane O Mac! I just LOVED it when he missed Kane out of a single meter! HA! Crashing through that pavement and nearly breaking his spine!!!! YES Shane! That is what you get! That is what you DESERVE for going against me!! NOW you know just how powerful my ambition is! When I WANT something, GOD gives it to me! I wanted to see you suffer in your OWN mistake and GOD just gave that to me! Let . . . lets show that clip here again folks . . . excuse me someone back there . . . please turn on that clip of my son falling off from that tower, lets see that again!"

The screen changes to the clip where we see Shane's terrible accident once again . . . the smile on Vince's face grew at that sight . . . he loved it.

Cole: "I can't believe his ego!"

"WELL! See that? Now wasn't that great or what? Show . . . show that one more time!"

Shows

"HA, HA! Now that is what I call Entertainment!" Of course, this did result with Vince . . . the sold out arena that filled 17,000 people, were now chanting rhythmically the word and curse 'asshole'. Each time, growing their scream, increasing their voice so that Vince's smile could fade and swallow in the hatred the fans presented him with.

'ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!'

"Hell yeah Shane is an Asshole! That's why he pulled off that stupid stunt in the first place you morons!" Vince pretended. That was something he did.

"BUT, but, I still am disappointed on one thing regarding to the match . . . and I blame YOU Eric Bischoff for that! Where was all the BLOOD?! Where was Kane's rage? Where was Kane's urge for destruction?! I was hoping to see Shane in a bloody mess! I was hoping to see Shane quivering in his own blood . . . where was all that?! It seemed to me that it was KANE who got most of the beating! We can't have that! NO!"

OH I'm BAHAAD! The co-general manager of Raw, Eric Bischoff made his way to the ring. Walking up the 'boos' he received once his music hit the screen.

Entering the ring, Bischoff quickly went to shake Vince's hand. "Mr. McMahon! What an HONOR it is to stand in the very same ring as you!" He started fast. "I mean, standing here, SHAKING hands with the only person who MADE WWE! It is truly an honor sir."

Vince just smiled, he liked a good mannered son-of-a-bitch! "Well Eric . . . its nothing actually. But MY career isnt the point here, like I said, where was the blood?!"

"I . . . I can explain that Mr. McMahon, you see . . . Kane . . . he has a rather uncontrolled conscience. He . . . sometimes he can be the most brutal person alive in this world! But other times . . . well, lets just say that your son Shane had got the better of him!"

"No . . . no Eric, see, SHANE is just a spoiled brat! He can NEVER wrestle! He was supposed to bleed to his death tonight, but Kane couldn't do it so!"

"Well sir . . . um . . . Kane did do work with your wife Linda didn't he?"

"Oh OF COURSE he did! And how can I even forget that? Now, I wanted to see that kind of action tonight! That's what I wanted! But . . . the hell with it! The important thing is . . . Shane finally got his lesson and is in a hospital by now! Ha, ha!"

"YEAH!"

"Ha!"

"Oh I totally agree with you Vince!" Eric slapped lightly on Vince's shoulders as the two smiled away . . . but slowly replaced his hand when Vince gave him a look.

But suddenly, the fans started screaming once more! Another sound hit the speakers as this time, a female figure walked up the titan-tron!

Cole: "Whoa! It's our own General Manager STEPHANIE McMahon!"

Her fans screamed away the echoes of her music as the ONLY General Manager of Smackdown bent over to enter the ring. She as well quickly grabbed a microphone before speaking.

"Oh is that what you LOVED dad?" She snarled at Vince's face, "Is that what you liked? Seeing your OWN son getting hurt? Almost killing himself! Is that what you want to see!?"

"Well . . . Stephanie—"

"Hey!" Eric shouted at Steph this time! "He's the boss around here! BEHAVE when you talk to your own father that way!"

"Oh Bitch-off Eric! This doesn't concern you." That triggered the house on fire!!! "Dad, I am very ashamed at you!"

"Ashamed at ME?! You're the one who didn't give me the invitation to your wedding!"

"Well, lets see . . . as I clearly remember it . . . I left it at your office! Maybe you were too busy with SABLE that you didn't even notice the card! Since that is how you always excused yourself when you couldn't show up at all my performances when I was a little girl!" A small crack trailed in her voice.

"Hey! I think Mr. McMahon had a reasonable excuse for that! He isn't a SLUT like yourself!" The ass-sucker of the Owner, Bischoff interfered again. Only getting the cheers out of thousands when he heard Stephanie response:

"Eric I told you to SHUT UP!"

Suddenly, a forth and final person entered the scene when sounds of glass shattering into a pavement vibrated throughout the sold-out arena!!! The fans cheered the most at the sight of STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN approaching the ring! His mind-biting music rolled away into the speakers like the other three.

Austin rolled inside the ring and went towards Bischoff himself. Not respecting his co-GM, Steve snatched the mike from his hands. "Gimme that." He grunted as he walked next to Stephanie. "Cant you hear well Eric? A father and a daughter are talking here! Don't stick your nose in here!"

'But I—"

"SHUT UP!"

"Now Austin! You can't talk like that to your Co-General Manager!"

"Why the HELL not Vince?"

"Well . . . because,"

"PROVOKING with my mouth is legal!"

"Well you are gonna remain quiet because I said so! That's why you're gonna remain quiet!" Vince's blood pressure seemed to rise because his face turned slightly red as he snarled at Austin's face. But then . . . the words which the General Manager of Raw said . . . almost scared the living hell out of the Owner as well . . . Steve challenged; "MAKE ME!" As the fans exploded! The two had locked eyes that made it impossible to decide weather or not a brawl could start!

"Steve . . . forget it . . ." Stephanie stopped, and maybe for the first time in six-months did Vince appreciate his daughter's action! The rattlesnake stopped the glaring.

After easing up his tie a bit, Vince continued, "Now, as for the reason I was here in the first place . . . you all have heard about the legalization between the 2 brands right? Well, as of now, I Vince McMahon, the Owner of World Wrestling Entertainment announce that the legalization will officially be CANCELLED after tonight's show!" A large amount of boo circled the arena, but then again, the fans knew this was the case from the first day. The legalization was supposed to be cancelled after Unleashed and . . . the Pay Per View was coming to an end!

Of course, waiting infront of the staring General Manager, Steve Austin, gave Vince a bit of a scare in the right side of his heart . . . he decided it was time for him to leave. "Ah . . . well enjoy your show folks and . . . GOOD NIGHT!" Yes, it was odd to make such a quick move, but that was what the Owner did! He slid out the ring and started running up the ramp as his 'lackey' Eric Bischoff followed.

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A/N: HI guys, this is Nav here. Well I just wanted to take this moment and do the 'reviews-reviewed' for the final time! The Smackdown main-event is coming up after this break (don't I sound official or what?! Lol) and . . . which means the end of this story! I would like to thank everybody who reviewed on our story, WWE Unleashed. And especially Cit-Cat, Trish and Jeff Forever and Maeglin! Oh and ofcourse Dana 1 . . . I don't know why, we did argue the entire 1-month but im still thankin u for reviewing. But most of all, I want to thank Xardion, my co-writer and very good friend for helping me at the time of need. I owe you man! I really do! If it wasn't for you, then I think I could never update this fic in the weekly order! You da man Agent X! Our mission is completed! Thank you SO VERY entirely totally completely MUCH for helping! Now, on with the reviews-reviewed of today!

Dana: "Alright, so I was wrong on saying that Eddie wasn't an American! But hell, I was right that Eddie was Mexican right? He still has Mexican origin! Anyway, I don't want to start THAT again so I just want to ask you – HOW did you like the STORY? Was it interesting? Was it worth the time? Was it good? What? You wrote about 100 stories here! So let us know! Oh and, yes thanks for informing about 'Los Guerreros' And about u and Maeglin, look, just forget about it everything you two! I doesn't matter anymore, I got other opinions. The story is over and so shall this argument!"

Maeglin: Hey! Alright, First of all I want to say thanks for reviewing and having patient! Yeah I know it has been a WEEK since the actual event . . . we're sorry! The entire story wasn't finished! Lol. Hope u understand! And SO sorry for letting Ross and King lose! I know this never should've happened, but it DID happen! And I know that when I first started this fic I said 'this is how WWE should happen these days', but . . . in order to make sense with the real-world . . . we just HAD to show J.R and King's losing! Hope you understand! You were a great reviewer and one of my favorites too! But one other thing . . . don't curse! This argument b/w me n Dana is over! Thanks for supporting ME (lol) but its over now, no body wins. Dana was correct on the Eddie being an American, and I agree with that. Just don't start this thing ALL over again! I just want to have your last thoughts about the story . . . no more arguments, no more insults . . . just a plain paragraph on what you thought about this month-long 'mission' (as we have put it) Thanks for reviewing n I'll see ya around!" PS- Don't forget to email sometime soon!"

Tony (watsurname): "Dude, I wanna say one thing to you. STAY OUTTA THIS! The argument is over, so its pointless for me to talk about it now. Yeah you supported your friend but its OVER now! No more talking abt the topic! And what did u say? That I'm no Rock? Well you sure damn was right I'm no Rock! I'm THE NAV! The most electrifyin' Smackdown writer in the HISTORY of FF.net! L-O-L, take a joke man. Laterz."

Well, there you have it guys! 2 writers, 1 story, 1 month (2 months due to delays! But hey! we R humans y'know!), 10 chapters, 37 reviews! Mission accomplished! WE are the NEW FF.net TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS!! Xardion and Nav! What a team! (lol) BUT, if your hunger for WWE hasn't been filled, watch Smackdown and Raw each Thursday and Monday! (Check local listings for time and channel) AND for more of The Rock! You can catch him in his latest movie The Rundown! Available in theatres! As some extra scoop, Triple H and Stephanie are getting married this 25th, Triple H is also going to star in the upcoming Blade movie for Marvel! Yes, the Cerebral Assassin is going into Hollywood! For more of The Nav and Xardion stay tuned to fanfiction.net for further stories! Hope you enjoyed WWE Unleashed, next PPV is No Mercy for Smackdown and it is available on the PPV channel on the 19th of October! (in short- TONIGHT!) The last 'surprise' in this story was done by X~ardion! Well, Goodluck and peace 1! Feel free to email us! oh and, I made another mistake, it isnt 'Lesner' its 'Lesnar'! No body noticed that but myself! AND there was a mistake abt Matt Hardy's entrance a few chapters ago . . . I didn't write his hometown correctly but tht doest matt-er! This is The Nav, on behalf of my friend and co-writer Xardion, Good bye and SEE YA guys! And NOW on with the Mainevent! HHH vs. Brock Lesnar! HELL IN A CELL! That's next!

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The commercial break ends with the thousands of people suddenly becoming silent . . . the mainevent was about to begin. The brutal Cell in which two great wrestlers were about to clash, was lowered during the break and has been fixed to the ground . . . no human strength could remove it before the match! The only way to enter and exit was one door, one thin, shiny metal door, which would be locked upon the gladiators' entrance. If they wanted to go out, they would have to break the door themselves. Earlier tonight, there was a cage match between Shawn Michaels and Kevin Nash . . . that small cage was strapped on the ceiling of the gigantic 'Giant Center' arena. And no matter what the people thought . . . one simple fact kept on running in their brains . . . that this match would bring hell.

The screen soon moved over to the former Raw Broadcasters, Jim Ross and Jerry 'The King' Lawler. And although they were still on their fighting gear . . . this was the last match they would be able to commentate.

J.R- "Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time, for the mainevent. 2 giant egos clash tonight . . . and if you look at it King . . . its almost like Smackdown versus Raw!"

King- "You got that right J.R . . . both Triple H and Brock Lesnar are exactly equal in their abilities. This will no doubt be a hellacious match!"

J.R- "Well, Tazz and Michael Cole told us to commentate this last match for the pay-per-view King . . . we got one last job to do. We got one last match left . . . lets make this the best sonofabitch we ever called! And . . . no matter what anybody say folks . . . it . . . it isnt about ol' J.R . . . it . . . it aint about King . . . it's about being the best superstar. It's about being the World's Heavyweight Champion. That is what this business is all about. But this match is all about being the best wrestler. So we're gonna go out folks this is IT for us, and by god we're gonna leave you something to remember us forever. I'll promise you that."

King- "So, Al Snow and Coach follow us right?"

J.R- "You're damn right,"

King- "C'mon . . . c'mon J.R . . . lets do this."

Their seats rolled towards the announcing table, as the last match of the night . . . was about to unleash.

Ding, ding, ding! The first bell rang as the guest ring-announcer and General Manager of Smackdown, Stephanie McMahon, waited in the center of the ring. She had on a beautiful black-dress that tightened against her body, revealing hints of skin on the upper-part of her chest. The only reason Stephanie was announcing this match, was because this was the last match regarding to the superstar-changing policy. After this, the legalization would once again be cut-short and the WWE would return back to 'normal', as some say. She didn't leave the ring after her small conversation with both the Raw General Managers and the Owner of World Wrestling Entertainment.

Totting the black microphone that had the 'WWE' monogram printed on it, Stephanie McMahon began to speak. "Before the match begins I would like to say a few things regarding the legalization." She said, "It . . . was official that the legalization between Raw and Smackdown would be finished on the night of Unleashed, well, this IS the night of Unleashed. It was being said, that any superstar from both brands was allowed to shift shows for one month. If a title-holder switched shows, he or she would've been stripped of their title. However, some individuals DID switch shows but they were excused. They were excused because the Chairman of WWE had personal-thoughts about them. Now, of course this was not fair. If any wrestler were to lose their belts if they crisscrossed shows, that rule would had to be for everyone! BUT, the Owner refused his own rule and left the switchers excused. No matter, that phony legalization is about to come to an end tonight after this coming match. All wrestlers will be shifted BACK to their original brands starting from tomorrow night on Raw. Which means, my husband-to-be Triple H will also have to return to Raw. This will be his last match on Smackdown as well! Keeping that in mind, I hope all of you have enjoyed this . . . policy . . . the WWE had formed in the last month, and I wish all of you continue to watch WWE in the same way . . .

And now, on with our main-event for tonight!" Her words resulted the house to burn with the electricity, Stephanie McMahon continued her words as the fans of World Wrestling Entertainment started raising their screams! "The following contest is a special HELL-IN-A-CELL Match!!! There is no disqualification in this match, and both fighters will have the ability to pinfall their counts ANYWHERE! The only way to defeat your opponent is by either Pin-fall OR submission, there are NO knock-out rules!"

The screams raised to their highest volume as the entire arena darkened, a heavy echo of a guitar blasted away the speakers as the theme of Hunter Hearst Helmsley fired out!!!

'Time to play the Game . . .' it said, before completely screaming those same words, 'TIME TO PLAY THE GAMMEEE!'

The special guest-ring announcer screamed along with the crowd to equal her voice with both the exploding fans AND the heart-shattering music of H-H-H. "Introducing first! From Greenwich Connecticut! Weighing 265pounds! TRIPPLE H!!"

The tall and dark figure of Triple H slowly came to view up at the titan-tron, just before the U-N-L-E-A-S-H-E-D letters. His head was fixed on the floor, the only thing that ran through this warrior's mind at this point, was to deliver judgement on Brock Lesnar's actions. Their small feud would have to end tonight. Standing or not, Hunter vowed that he would emerge the cell victorious! He drank in a bit of water to oblige his thirst, that and to keep a bit inside his mouth.

Triple H stepped on forward after spraying the water out of his mouth, pressing the liquid against his lips for it to condense. Three red spikes consisting of white lettering digitally wrote 'TRIPLE H, evolution' as Hunter's nametag onscreen.

J.R- "There he is, the Cerebral Assassin. In all my life I have never seen a person darker or more focused on a current situation then Triple H. And when he calls himself the 'Game', King I tell you, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who denies that."

King- "Oh you got that right J.R, but Brock Lesnar is the PAIN! And in my opinion, I think PAIN is more powerful then GAME."

J.R- "True . . . but who knows? Lets decide that after we see the outcome of the match."

And as his sinister music kept on continuing, Triple H —The Game— had entered the cell by means of that door on the south left-most side of the square. The Cell had many great histories inside it; the Undertaker created the barbaric match-type back in his day. Growing the 'cage-match' stipulation and making a bigger, deadlier version of it. The name 'Hell in a Cell' actually justified its hellish ways, and for the first time in WWE history, The Game will meet the Pain inside this chamber-of-doom.

The infinite amount of cheering never seemed to rest, and it only increased its volume when Hunter Hearst Helmsley slowly walked on the edge of the ring and stopped exactly in the middle, blowing yet another bigger, longer spray of water out of his mouth. That was his way of entering. That was the GAME'S way of submitting himself inside the squared-circle.

After lowering from the turnbuckle-pose, Triple H couldn't help but smirk at the thousands of fans he had earned over a course of 1-month. Hunter had gotten his fans back after all these years . . . but now, after tonight, who knows what action might result him losing that vast amount of audience? Hell yeah he would try to get his World Heavyweight Title back once returning to Raw . . . but . . . would that again make him a bad-guy? It was complicated, the FANS were complicated. But what mostly mattered NOW, was tonight's match. If returning to the Raw audience made him a bad-person, then this would be his last chance of being a good-guy. This would be his last chance on being a fan-supported wrestler . . . this would be his last chance to fight in a Smackdown match. So for good or bad, tonight, Triple H had to leave the Cell as the victor, tonight, Triple H had to beat Brock Lesnar.

Hunter went over to Stephanie and kissed her hand as his music soon came to an end. Everything seemed to be silent for 2 seconds . . . before the sound of a SQUEALING GUITAR erupted over the speakers wildly!! Forcing every fan to jump to their feet, both in fear and excitement.

King- "Well, as Tazz would say, Here Comes the Pain!"

The General Manager of Smackdown smiled her one-cheek smile at Triple H, then continued the last portion of her job tonight, "And the opponent," She said, lifting her gaze from Hunter as her smile faded. "From Minneapolis Minnesota, weighing 295pounds, he is the WWE Champion, Brock Lesnar!"

The Champion appeared in the same location as Triple H but a moment ago, and although he received the boos from the fans, it didn't matter for Brock. All he cared about was his title, and as happy he was tonight that he didn't have to FIGHT for the title, Brock was still concerned about his own health. Yes, he said that he would break every damn bone in Triple H's body tonight, but as easy as it was saying, it travels harder for the action to take place. Brock didn't want to hurt himself, nor did he want to get injured in that Cell. The last time and first time he fought inside it was with the Dead Man himself. And yes, Brock DID emerge as the winner in that match, but he was still badly hurt in there. Tonight, going one-on-one with Triple H inside the Cell was another scare.

Approaching the ring, Brock quickly hopped on its edge and forcefully pulled the top-rope for the corner-posts to explode!!! Leaving charts of gunpowder stained in the steel cell. Lesnar bent over to submit himself inside as he threw his loving-belt to referee Mike Kioda.

Back to Hunter and Stephanie, although the fans couldn't hear it, Hunter said, 'Steph, you should leave now.' 'What?' was her answer in the form of a question, 'Look,' he said, 'I don't want you ANYWHERE near the ring, or the cell OR even the titan-tron during this match.' 'But . . . why? Whats wrong?' 'Things are gonna get ugly ehre, please, for MY sake, please, leave the arena. I'll see you backstage!' 'But I-' 'Please.' The GM sighed out as she exited the ring, then the cell, and started walking up the ramp for backstage. Even though the conversation took place off-mic, the fans knew what was going on, they could sense things.

J.R- "Well, Stephanie McMahon leaving her fiancé like that, I think something is going on King."

King- "Triple H doesn't want Stephanie to be near that monster Lesnar THAT'S what's going on!"

That was proven correct before King even answered.

Inside the cell, the referee called for the bell as the brutal match was suddenly started. Ding, ding, ding!

Triple H just stood there, against the northern ropes, waiting for the enemy to strike first. This was always the hardest part, the starting of the match. It always resulted that the person who shot the first move would gain the lower-hand in the match up. And Triple H wanted just that. He wanted Brock to attack first, so he could plan his moves and successfully win the bout.

Lesnar however, also knew this technique, since he used it many times in his short career. He remained inoffensive. The slow cheers of 'yeas' morphed into the chant 'YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!' as Triple H shot a mocking smile back at the champion, grinning at his embarrassing situation.

Brock could only breathe down the anger . . . he didn't wanted to throw the first shot . . . but the public . . . the insolent public . . . forced him . . . urged him . . . angered him to do so. If you noticed closely, you might have spotted a brief change in colors on Brock's skin. But then . . . the thought acquired in his mind.

And then, without a further notice, Brock Lesnar unleashed all of his might and screamed towards Triple H, running at the former champion and wanting to insert the maximum amount of pain he could present. The dash was useless however, Hunter saw him coming ages ago and just bent his body downwards so when Brock reached him at a certain point. Hunter throw him over his head, easily causing damage! The move connected and Lesnar crashed to the mat hard!! The impact must've been the cause of the violently shake of the ring.

The match would have to seriously start right now! Triple H screamed at his short victory to warm up the crowd for a moment then went in to pick Lesnar up.

Brock slaps out of the hold once reaching at a standing-position and he kicked Hunter straight on the midsection! Hurting him momentarily but just enough time to hold his neck and crash it against Lesnar's own knee!

Triple H blew off of the knee-smash and almost turned to his back when Brock came running in to slap his hands between Hunter's waist and pull him for a German-suplex. However, Triple H held on to the ground, he didn't let the beast take the best of him so fast. Hunter hit Brock on the temple with his elbow, switching them around, Triple H dashed to Brock's back and pulled him completely off the mat to slam in a German-suplex!!!

J.R- "OH God!"

The slam was pretty devastating, the crowds almost 'awwed' for Brock. Triple H was man with the impressive height of 6-foot-4. Pulling someone and slamming him on his spine with that altitude was very effective! Considering that Brock weighted 295pounds!

Rolling to a stand, H turned to see Brock hurting there on the ground. He had gained the so-called upperhand in this match very quickly. After gasping for a bit of oxygen, H went over to the fallen-Lesnar and parted his legs. Just like how you would part them when submitting a sharpshooter, but instead of doing that move, H screamed 'YEAH!' and crashed his boot on Lesnar's open upper-thigh! The location that just nears the groan!

King- "OH my! Now THAT hurts J.R! I KNOW how that feels!"

H didn't waste his time and pulled Lesnar by his hurting leg. Yanking him to the center of the ring, H parted that one leg and slammed his elbow to it, securing his arms around Brock's shin, H pressed against his kneecap and pulled his shin! Causing a bit of trouble on Brock Lesnar's leg on the starting of the match. But submission wasn't Triple H's best motto, he was a brawler, a grappler, not a submitter.

After he got to his feet, Hunter pulled Brock up to a standing position but the champ pushed against Triple H and jumping slightly, he connected a flying clothesline! Crashing both men to the center of the ring, Brock somehow managed to recover fast and pulled H's leg for a cover-up.

~1!~2! And a shoulder-up by Triple H! Obviously a clothesline would never stop Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He was one of the best wrestlers in the industry!

Pulling Hunter up, Brock Lesner irishwhipped him to the west-ropes, coming back the Game had gotten control and SLAMMED his knee to Brock's face! That maneuver was Hunter's specialty, it was hardly ever that he couldn't counter an irishwhip!

J.R- "Triple H can kick ass very badly King, and believe me, he is a man with no mercy for the enemy!"

King- "That's good when you're having a match J.R"

J.R- "Yes, when did I say that wasn't?"

Back to the ring, Brock had recovered and quickly ran into the ropes, Triple H did as well but this time he didn't go for the knee-smash, instead, H tried a clothesline that Brock ducked out of. Running to the opposing ropes, Brock came back but he was stopped when H clasped in a set-up for the belly-to-belly. But it was reversed, Brock grabbed hold hard and maneuvered for a Belly-to-Back-Suplex! SLAMMING Hunter to the mat all the way to the other side of the ring!

The brutal match followed in this same manner, with Triple H mostly gaining the upperhand on Lesnar. Now, just after 2 minutes of that belly-to-back, Triple H had already gained control. He smashed away some furious right hands and Irish-whipped Lesnar to the nearing ropes, whilst coming back, H side-stepped for Brock to pass by him as he himself dashed against the ropes. Gaining a top speed, H ran as fast as possible and smacked his knee on to the jaws of the WWE Champion! Forcefully rolling him off the toprope and letting him crash at the bottom! H jumped out as well and began his cell-torture.

The bout on the cell-walls were short, but highly effective, Triple H rubbed Lesnar's ugly face against the steel-sharp cell and that completely busted Brock open! His lips tore and out came blood, his nose was already damaged from last Thursday so it caught on fire as well. Triple H didn't give mercy and slammed Lesnar's head against the locked-door! The impact knocked him off the cell but Triple H grabbed him once more and pushed him HARD with all his body-power! When that didn't work, Triple H punched some fists on Lesnar's kidney-area and left him leaned across the metal-door.

H back-phased about 7 meters and then started running towards Brock, he pushed his own weight onto Brock's and shoulder-blocked THROUGH Lesnar AND the door which burst opened!!! The thick-lock couldn't bare the two's combined weight.

Getting out of the cell, the fight outside again changed hands, Triple H pressed in a DDT but Brock fired in a F-Five! He covered but only received a mare-2 count. The F-five was ENOUGH for Lesnar to gain the upperhand in the match as he viciously attacked on the outside. Using every possible weapon he could, Brock slammed H to the resettled stairs, body-dropped him on the security walls! And even dropped him on the Smackdown announcing table where Tazz and Cole quickly ran out! The table didn't break, thank god for that. But Brock wasn't finished yet, he decided it was time to take matters in his OWN hands and traveled high onto the top of the cell! Dragging the Game along with him. But once there, the upper hands again changed!

Hunter fought back at this time, he SPEARED Brock Lesnar onto the steel-ground! That is, the roof of the cell! That had earned H the break he needed, raining down uncounted slams from DDTS to Scoop-Slams to Body Drops to Body SLAMS to German Suplexes to every other known luchador moves available!

The clock reached to 10 minutes already, both men were bleeding uncontrollably by now. Both of them exhausted of their attempts, both of them weakened by the damages in their bones . . . but the only bad move Triple H made during the match . . . was this one.

He was stalking down the WWE Champion, waiting for a chance to once again smash his knee on Brock's jaw and causing Lesnar to tremble backwards . . . equaling to fall-off the cell and crash into the ground stores below! BUT, as Triple H dashed forwards at the available opportunity, Brock saw him coming! And as easy as that, Lesnar side-stepped away to let the Game hurl himself off the roof!!!!!!!! Slamming against thin air, the huge body of Hunter Hearst Helmsley trembled forwards and downwards as he fell off the 30ft chamber, crashing down to the hard ground below!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All J.R and King could do was scream by the name of the good Lord as they saw Triple H fall to the pavement! He could've DIED on that move.

Brock Lesnar slid down and rolled Triple H's numb body over. He hooked to his leg,

~1!

~2!! But rather gaining the win, Brock just stopped his pinning and went in to do MORE damage on Hunter. He did most of it outside the cell, crashing in F-Fives to the steel-walls and doing spine-busters on the raw floor. And then, the horrific thing that Brock did, was placing Triple H on the announcing table. Then without warning, he settled his knee between Hunter's kneecap and viciously dropped himself to the opposite side! The side where you cannot motion you shin without moving your lower-body. The SAME move Triple H gave to many of his opponents! Brock stretched and inserted more and more of his pain as Triple H could only scream at his mercy. SCREAM but not tap-out. He would never tap-out to BROCK LESNAR! Not this maniac, Hunter had to stay focused, only 4 minutes had passed since he dropped off that cell, Will he tap-out?! Will The Game give in to Brock Lesnar? Will this beast get his win over Triple H as well?!

'NO!!!!' Hunter screamed wildly and pressed his upper body upwards with an urging look on his eyes! The rules were about to change, the GAME was about to end when Triple H twisted his body around 180 degrees and yanked that free ankle from Brock Lesner. Pushing and pulling at the same time, Helmsley gave in the Ankle Lock!!!

King- "Hey wait! Isnt that Kurt Angle's move??"

J.R- "Brock had tapped out on that move once before! HE might have a chance here tonight! TRIPLE H MAY gain his win after all!"

King- "Oh my god!"

That quick prayer was when Triple H freed his own knee and forced Brock to turn on his belly, maneuvering Hunter's own legs around Brock's neck and jaw, it almost seemed like a legged-crossface on Brock AND an Ankle Lock! The rage that had been building inside of Hunter finally unfolded, finally unleashed into its true nature, he had channeled his power, his will, his strength and pulled off that joint-cracking move!!! In addition, Triple H jerked his body upwards and downwards in a rhythmic way for inserting in MORE helllacious pain inside the jaw and ankle of one of Smackdown's most undefeated wrestler! Pushing and pulling, pressing and jerking all at he same time! Ref. Mike Kioda screamed at Lesnar "DO YOU GIVE UP?! DO YOU GIVE UP?!!" For the first half of the minute Lesnar refused, but now, when Hunter screamed to gain the appropriate strength, Lesnar had no choice! HE HAD TO GIVE IN!!

"DO YOU GIVE UP?!!!"

"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" HE finally screamed, he finally begged, it was something Lesnar couldn't outcome, he couldn't swallow in the pain, he had to give up otherwise his neck and ankle would break apart!!!

'RING THAT BELL!'

DING! DING! DING!!!

J.R- "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! BROCK LESNAR Just gave up!! HE GAVE UP!! HE TAPPED OUT FOR THE SECOND TIME!! Triple H is leaving Unleashed as the winner he promised he would be!"

King- "Hey waitaminute!"

J.R- "What's Goldberg doing here?!"

Bill Goldberg ran out from the crowds with a steel-chair at hand! He climbed over the security walls and suddenly slammed the chair straight onto the head of Triple H!!!

J.R- "Hey waitaminute! Triple H is supposed to be his boss on Evolution damn it!"

King- "Guess Goldberg doesn't CARE about Evolution anymore!"

The vicious animal dropped the chair on the floor and Jackhammered Triple H on it! Literally breaking his spine to bits! The match's outcome didn't matter anymore, at least, it didn't matter to Goldberg. The burning sound of Hunter's back against the chair created so much vibration, that, in my opinion, it was the MOST slammed-chair-effect ever to be heard in the WWE!! But then . . . suddenly, the crowd's cheers increased, it reached to their highest volume as yet another figure could be seen speeding down the raw-ramp!

King- "Hey whoa!"

J.R- "It's the Rock!"

Indeed, The People's Champion ran towards his opponent Bill Goldberg at top speed! Attacking him from behind, Goldberg fell off guard and was suddenly whirled around to face the Great One! Locking on his shoulder, the Rock lifted Bill up into the air and slammed DOWN on the raw pavement with the…

J.R- "ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM On Goldberg!"

King- "Hey, hey, Brock's getting up as well!"

Twisting around, The Rock saw his old enemy Lesnar barely on his feet, which meant only one thing . . .

"ROCK BOTTOM AGAIN! THE Rock is cleaning house all the WAY from Raw to Smackdown!"

But, what happened when the Rock turned around BACK to face his arch-nemesis GOLDBERG.

"OH my GOD! SPEAR by GOLDBERG!"

"The Rock's OUT J.R!"

"THE ROCKBOTTOM didn't stop Goldberg this time!!!"

And with the electrified thousands whom attended the Giant Center from Hershey, PA that night, BILL GOLDBERG SCREAMED with all his lung-capacity. Triple H was nearing concussion and both Brock Lesner and The Rock were flat on the ground . . . indeed if you have believed in the hype . . . Goldberg is the most dominant WWE superstar TONIGHT!!!!

On the coming Raw, who knows what might result these 3 men, Triple H, Rock and Goldberg, to do? It was clear now that Bill wasn't a member of Evolution anymore, and Triple H would want his title BACK once he returns. Could they end up in a triple-threat match for the World's Heavyweight Title by the next PPV? Another thing was for certain, Brock Lesnar would have to face Kurt Angle for HIS title in the 3rd Iron Man Match in WWE HISTORY in the coming Thursday! All hell had broken lose tonight, and it will break again every time there is a Pay Per View presented by both brands. The rage, the pain, the urge of destruction . . . was Unleashed tonight! WWE . . . would revive back to its original self by the following day . . . in just a mare of 2 minutes, Smackdown and Raw had a small but memorable brawl . . . within just 2 minutes Goldberg wiped out Triple H, Brock Lesnar and The Rock to their cores. These three men were WWE's finest . . . but now . . . there seems to be a change of ruler ship as Bill Goldberg screamed loudly towards the crowds, the fans and the TV audience.

"Goldberg doesn't CARE who he hits as long as he is the dominant wrestler! World Wrestling Entertainment had been swallowed and vomited in the last month but now . . . Raw and Smackdown will cruise back to their simple self."

The mixture of cheers and boos echoed out of the arena, but Goldberg couldn't care less. He had successfully managed to get his revenge against The Rock. He stood at the top of the hellacious cell and raised arms in 'victory'. But his eyes suddenly caught sight of something in the air. His eyes were focused on the dark corner of the Unleashed sign on the Titantron. A dark figure was bending down, its view obscured in darkness.

"Oh . . . my . . . god King . . ."

"I see it J.R . . . but I sure as hell cant BELIEVE it!"

"He . . . oh good god! I . . . I am Jim Ross ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of my good friend King . . . GOODBYE everybody!"

As the spotlight moved to it, the figure was shown clearly. He was dressed in black, wearing a leather trench-coat. His face was covered in white and black paint and his eyes were focused straight on the former champion.

STING is here . . .

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