The show opens this week with the most irritating man in sports entertainment, John Cena, fresh off a big loss last week. Of course, he has a big grin and some jokes for the stage cameraman on his way out. He sprints to the ring, poses, and is handed a microphone.
Cena: "Wow! What a crowd we have here tonight! We got a packed house and it sounds like y'all ready for some action!"
Cena lets the audience react, grinning like a massive doofus.
Cena: "Now I hear some boos - and that's ok! That's your right. You buy a ticket, you can boo me all you want, because that's not all I hear out there tonight. I hear the Cenation too, cheering loud and proud, and to each and every one of you, I thank you. I do this for you. I do this day in and day out, seven days a week, put my body on the line to give you the absolute best show possible. Without you there would be no me, and for that I am eternally grateful."
Yeah, it's this shit again.
Cena: "But you know, the Cenation lost one member last week. A guy I know well. I guy I considered a friend. A guy whose reasons for doing what he did still elude me. So, I want to call JTG out here to talk."
It doesn't take long for JTG to come out, he's probably been waiting nearby. He looks unusually serious as he heads to the ring, staring Cena down for a bit before grabbing the mic out of his hand.
JTG: "Let me get one thing straight, a'ight? I ain't never been and I never will be part of the 'Cenation.' I ain't your dawg, I ain't your homie, I ain't your nothin'."
Cena lets this sink in for a moment, then takes another mic from the timekeeper without taking his eyes off JTG.
Cena: "Understood. Jay, I didn't call you out here to fight. Hell, I'm not even mad at you. I just want to know what's going on here." JTG: "You ain't mad? Whatchu gon' tell me next, huh? You ain't mad, you jus' disappointed? You think you're my dad now?" Cena: "That's not what I meant." JTG: "You know, I don't give a f-"
JTG stops himself, despite this being an unrated show.
JTG: "It don't matter, John. You be mad, you don't be mad, it don't matter. You jus' gotta understand one thing; This ain't all about you." Cena: "I didn't say-" JTG: "There you go again! You didn't say. You. Always you, John. It's always been about you. Everything, always about you. Tell me, who made you the spokesman for IFW, huh? Who made you the spokesman for WWE? Why is it that every week you have to come out here and tell the world how great this crowd is?" Cena: "I didn't-" JTG: "Shut up! Just for once, keep your damn mouth shut! Every time you come out here and you tell these people that they're allowed to boo you, that you don't mind, you ain't treatin' them like men and women, John. You're treating them like kids. You think these people don't know they're allowed to boo you? You think they need your permission? They don't. Every one of these people, the sucka kids who think you're a hero 'cos they're too young to see through your bullshit, to the grown-ass men who do, they don't need your approval. And you know what? I don't need your approval neither."
Cena seems to be taking this seriously, but don't worry! He smiles, making a serious point look like a massive joke.
Cena: "You got more? Cos Jay, I heard it all before. Last week I was in a war, right here in this ring, with CM Punk. You think he hasn't told me all this a hundred times over? Jay, let me tell you this as a friend. You don't have a pipebomb. You don't even have a firecracker. This...whatever this is? This isn't you. Let's just go back there and talk this out, ok?" JTG: "And there you go again, huh? Treating me like I'm some kid, just one of your fans. I ain't in your Cenation, Cena. I ain't wearin' your t-shirt. Listen. I ain't droppin' a pipebomb. This ain't coming from a rival, someone tryin'a take your spot, get me? This is comin' from me. You gon' listen, or are you gon' stand there and make jokes?"
Cena steps back and gestures for JTG to continue.
JTG: "You're a freak, Cena. I never seen nobody take as much punishment as you and still come back every week like nothin' happened. I never seen nobody recover from surgery as fast as you. So believe me, when I attacked you last week, it wasn't to hurt you. It was to cost you. It was to send a message, that I ain't watching your back no more. You turn it, I will stab you in it. Why? Because you stabbed me in mine. I came to you, John. When I needed help, I came to you, and you turned me down. You told me you couldn't help, that it wasn't up to you. You couldn't talk to Randy Orton to get me into the Chaos team? That wasn't possible? Just say it, John, you didn't believe I had what it took. You didn't want me. You pity me. I offered my help and you laughed in my face. And you know the worst part? If you'd just said that, I'd have understood. I'd have told you that you're an asshole, I'd have told you that you're wrong, but at least I'd be able to respect you. Instead you lied to me, John. Then you got hurt, the Shield put you in the hospital and I was there to take your spot. Ironic, that you could help me more by not being here than you could when you were here. But that's not how Vince McMahon saw it. Nah, he needed the golden boy. He needed the great, the unfallible John Cena. Nobody but John Cena could win that match for us...or maybe it's just that he didn't believe in me either. Either way, I was gonna get that spot, I was on my way out here, and then you called. You got in my way again. My big break, and you couldn't just let it happen. You were hurt, not even in the building, and you still couldn't put your ego aside for the greater good. You couldn't let Vince McMahon take a chance, give me that chance to prove myself. You had to take it back. And if that wasn't enough, John? I come to you, just wanting to talk to you about this, and what do you tell me? 'Not now.' You ain't even got time for me no more, huh? You couldn't even give me five minutes to let you know what was going down. Nah, John Cena business is too damn important. You're too big for any of us. You come out here and you talk about how important the Cenation is to you, but it's a lie. The Cenation lost a member? I'm one of your fans, John? So I'm the same as this brat down here. Would you tell him 'Not now'? Or are you full of shit?"
JTG throws his mic down and fronts up to Cena. Cena doesn't react. JTG shoves him in the chest. Cena takes his cap off, bends the peak, sweeps his hand across his hair and puts the hat back on. All he stuff he does when he's trying to look emotional. JTG talks some trash, calling him a punk or something, but Cena turns away and leaves the ring. JTG holds his arms out, asking Cena why he's leaving, but Cena doesn't look back.
Taz: "Wow. I...I don't know what to say." JR: "Very heartfelt words from JTG. Whether you agree or not-" Taz: "What are you talking about, JR? Are you drinking the Kool-Aid too? What's not to believe?! You saw how this all went down, Cena's a no-good punk!" JR: "Oh come on Taz!" Taz: "Nah! You know, I'm getting hot now. Cena needs to explain himself." JR: "Well, I don't know about that. Folks, I've been given word that IFW chairman Mr McMahon has a special announcement to make." Taz: "I bet it's not about Cena. Huh."
We cut to a very formal shot of Vince McMahon behind a desk.
McMahon: "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to keep you from tonight's action so I'll keep this brief. Earlier tonight both IFW champion Kurt Angle and his challenger CM Punk came to me, independently, requesting a stipulation for their title match at Unbroken. I agree with their wishes, and so I can formally announce that Kurt Angle versus CM Punk at Unbroken will be...a submission match! Thank you, and enjoy the rest of the evening."
Taz: "Wow! Did you hear that JR? A submission match!" JR: "Absolutely Taz. A perfect stipulation for this contest between two submission specialists." Taz: "And we're not going to get another draw! We will have a definitive winner! Oh-ho man, I can't wait!"
Time for our first match. David Otunga and Jinder Mahal are in the ring awaiting their opponents, first out is silver champion Ezekiel Jackson. He gets half way down the ramp when Brian Kendrick dances out and joins him, actually reaching the ring before the big man. Kendrick mocks warning Otunga and Mahal to stay back as Jackson enters the ring. Otunga takes the lead for his team, while Jackson insists on working first.
Match 1 - Ezekiel Jackson & Brian Kendrick v David Otunga & Jinder Mahal: - Jackson runs through Otunga, then Mahal, then Otunga again before Mahal finally cuts him off and the two can work some heat spots. It takes a while, but they get the big man down and have him looking hurt. Jackson fires up and shoulder blocks Mahal out of the ring to make the hot tag, but Kendrick pulls his hand away and shakes his head. Jackson looks at his partner with disappointment for just a moment before he's jumped from behind by both guys. They stomp Jackson into the canvas until the referee can restore order and push Otunga back to the apron. Mahal works over the fallen champion for a bit and then lifts him up to hit him with the full nelson slam. Jackson powers out, backing Mahal into a corner and crushing him against the turnbuckle. Jackson hits a running splash, taking Mahal out. Otunga leaps at Jackson from the top, Jackson catches him and hits a huge running powerslam, then turns his attention back to Jinder, crushing him with the book of Ezekiel for the win. Winners: Ezekiel Jackson & Brian Kendrick
Kendrick is stunned, but figures he technically won the match so he raises his arms anyway. Jackson is pissed, glaring at Kendrick as he dances back up the ramp.
Jeremy Borash is backstage in his interview position, standing alongside JTG, who is drinking from a water bottle and is still pumped from his opening promo segment.
JB: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is JTG. Jay, that was quite a statement." JTG: "I told ya. You keep watchin' JTG, you're gon' see some things." JB: "We just saw John Cena walk out instead of responding to your comments. What's next for the relationship between you two?" JTG: "He made this happen, JB. There ain't no relationship no more. I'll just say this, man. Next week, I'mma call Cena out, and I'mma challenge him to a match. Keep watchin' ya boy. Chyeah!"
JTG leaves, JB is intrigued.
We're back to the ring now, where a table is set up with two chairs on each side and Taz standing at the end. The Dudleyz head out first, taking a while, and bump fists with Taz when they get to the ring. Next out are the tag champions, the World's Greatest Tag Team, who slap a few hands as they head to the ring with a purpose. The Dudleyz sit on their chairs, but the champs are more wary of the potential attack.
Taz: "Guys, we all know the deal. You're out here to sign a contract for a match at Unbroken. And let's make sure that this goes smoothly, can we all agree to leave this table unbroken? Heh heh heh." Bully: "Hey, what's the problem? Why ain't you guys sitting down, huh? What, you don't trust us?"
Haas and Benjamin hold their ground.
Bully: "Devon, I think they don't trust us. Can you believe that? I'm hurt. I feel disrespected." Taz: "The man has a point guys. I have to ask you to take a seat." Bully: "You heard him. Take a seat."
The champs don't appreciate being ordered, but to get the deal done they tentatively pull the chairs out and slowly lower themselves down. Just as they hit the chairs Bubba and Devon stand up, so Haas and Benjamin spring back to their feet too, standing face to face with their opponents over the table.
Taz: "Guys, let's get this business taken care of, ok? Who wants to sign first?"
Devon grabs the contract and scrawls his name at the bottom, then hands it to Ray. Ray signs too, then slides the clipboard across the table. Benjamin signs without taking his eyes off Devon, then Haas signs equally cautiously.
Taz: "There we have it! It's official, Team 3D will have their rematch for the tag team titles at Unbroken. And I want to personally thank you for getting this done without any physicality. It's not often we see the Dudleyz leaving a table in tact! Heh heh heh."
The champions slowly leave the ring, backing up the ramp. Suddenly the Dudleyz are attacked from behind by Curt Hawkins and Lance Archer.
JR: "Oh my god! It's the Heatseekers! It's the Heatseekers! And they're out for revenge! Team 3D put these guys through tables three weeks ago, and now they're back to even the score!"
Sure enough, Archer tosses Bubba to the outside and picks Devon up into a powerbomb. Hawkins comes off the top with a big clothesline, bringing Devon down right through the wood. Bubba is furious and wants to get back in, but backs away because of the numbers. He heads to the back staring a hole through the Heatseekers, not realising he's about to bump into the champions. He slowly turns to face Haas and Benjamin, then backs away from them too. The whole time he's shouting at them, that he's going to take the belts and make them suffer for this. Bubba then realises he's headed right back to the Heatseekers and decides to leave through the audience instead. With the Dudleyz out of the picture, Hawkins and Archer signal that they also want the belts.
Cut to a backstage are now, where Brian Kendrick is talking on his phone. Ezekiel Jackson shows up next to him and patiently waits despite clearly being annoyed. Kendrick doesn't cut his call short, or even look at Jackson. Jackson folds his arms and grunts. Still nothing. He heavily slaps Kendrick's arm, which finally gets Brian's attention.
Kendrick: "I'll...call you back. Zeke. That was incredibly rude, man." Jackson: "What the hell were you thinking last week?" Kendrick: "I don't know what you mean." Jackson: "You left me out there. I thought we were partners." Kendrick: "You won, right? Think about it, I helped you. I showed you just how good you are." Jackson: "You expect me to believe that?" Kendrick: "Listen. There are many things that you think you know, which are completely untrue. Did I ever tell you that the Sun is cold?" Jackson: "At great length." Kendrick: "Right. Well you think I walked out on you last week, but really I was doing you a favour. Good talk."
Kendrick walks away. Jackson isn't buying a word of it.
Back to the ring now, where it's time to determine a number one contender. Brie Bella and Layla are already in the ring and AJ is on guest commentary with the Nexettes playing private security. Gail Kim gets an entrance but she does little posing, and then Naomi Knight is last out with some Funkadactyl cheerleading.
Taz: "AJ, it's always nice to have some female company out here." AJ: "Sure, no problem. Actually I felt a little bad for you having to look at JR all night. Thought I'd give you something cuter." Taz: "Haha! You hear that JR? I like this chick." JR: "I heard."
Match 2 - Gail Kim v Layla v Naomi Knight v Brie Bella Womens #1 Contendership - Brie, Naomi and Layla are all reluctant to start, each apologising for what they'll have to do here. Brie even suggests rock, paper, scissors to decide a winner without a match, but that doesn't go over well. Somehow they still haven't realised that Gail hasn't been showing any emotion for three weeks now, but the realisation hits them like a slap in the face when Gail slaps them in the face. Layla and Brie are shocked, but Naomi gets fired up. She throws a clothesline that Gail ducks and they start brawling into a corner. Layla and Brie pull them apart, or try to, then back away slowly to try to regain some order. Gail charges Brie and clotheslines her over the top to eliminate her. - Brie Bella has been eliminated.
Taz: "Woah! I know Gail has a mean streak, but I didn't expect it to come out here!" AJ: "She's not the only one with a mean streak, Taz." Taz: "Sure, you can be a little firecracker yourself. Or, as JR would say...what would you say, JR? Jezebel?" JR: "Yeah. I'd call her a young Jezebel." Taz: "Jezebel! This guy."
- Layla rushes to Gail, asking her what she's doing. Naomi grabs her from behind and tosses her over the top too. - Layla has been eliminated.
JR: "Looks like you were right AJ. Naomi has a mean streak too!" AJ: "Well that makes three of us, doesn't it?" Taz: "I gotta ask you, which of these girls would you prefer to defend against?" JR: "Hold on Taz. Did you actually just ask a good, journalistic question?" Taz: "I do that sometimes!" AJ: "If you're done? Gail's tried to be the leader of that locker room since we took Beth out, so I'd love to crush her next. But Naomi escaped her beating last time around so I want to get back to that unfinished business too. It's a win-win for me."
- Naomi and Gail are all fired up now and clash head on. Naomi overpowers Gail early on, but the veteran diva overcomes with her agility. Gail locks Naomi up in a kind of octopus stretch which Naomi uses to her advantage as she lifts Gail over the top. Gail drops to the apron and tries to pull Naomi over too, but it doesn't work. Gail kicks at Naomi until she stumbles backwards, then heads to the top. Naomi turns and is caught with a diving hurricanrana, which she blocks and powers Gail back up into a powerbomb position. Naomi tries to dump Gail out over the top rope again, but Gail uses the momentum and this time pulls Naomi over and to the floor. Winner: Gail Kim, to become new number one contender to the womens championship
AJ: "Alright! Awesome." JR: "I wouldn't be so happy if I were you." AJ: "You wouldn't want to get your hands on Gail Kim? I always suspected that about you, JR." Taz: "Oh-ho! She got you there." JR: "I'm a happily married man. Now don't you have some Barbies to go play with?" AJ: "Not sure if you've noticed, old man, but all my Barbies end up broken. Taz, nice talking with you." Taz: "Likewise, champette! Come back soon."
Backstage, we find Austin Aries quickly walking through the hallways looking for someone. He has his phone in his hand and dials a number, then stops as he hears a ringing. He slowly creeps around a corner to see Summer Rae and Paul London together, talking. Summer picks her phone up, looks at it, then cancels the call. Aries looks at his phone and hangs up, furious that he's just been rejected. He turns around and marches back towards the chairman's office. He knocks and enters before being given the word, barging in on Vince McMahon talking to Ric Flair.
McMahon: "Austin. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Flair: "Ah give the kid a break. He's got passion, I like that. What can we do for you?" Aries: "Um, nothing. I'm here to talk to Vince." McMahon: "That's Mister McMahon." Flair: "Maybe we haven't met. I'm Ric Flair, the general manager."
Flair's demeanor has changed. He declares his title as if to intimidate Aries into showing a little more respect.
Aries: "Yeah, I know who you are. I'm not an idiot." Flair: "Coming in here like that? I'm not so sure." McMahon: "Austin, what do you want?" Aries: "Paul London, sir. I don't like him."
Vince looks intrigued, pleasantly surprised.
McMahon: "Neither do I. I'm pretty sure he tried to blow me up once. You have my attention." Aries: "Then this should be easy. I want a match." McMahon: "You have one. Shall we say, Unbroken?" Aries: "Perfect. Pleasure doing business with you. Ric."
Flair is uncomfortable about being left out of the deal. It's becoming very clear that Vince isn't going to completely give him his job back.
Back in the ring, Justin Gabriel has made his entrance and is warming up against the ropes. D'Angelo Dinero is his opponent, and he comes down the ramp with a shower of Dinero dollaz before handing all of his ring gear to someone at ringside.
Match 3 - D'Angelo Dinero v Justin Gabriel - Dinero and Gabriel go back and forth for a little while, trading some of their bigger moves in an attempt to get noticed. Dinero gets the upper hand and hits the outer limitz elbow drop and is about to follow up with the DDE when Camacho sweeps his ankles out from under him and crotches him against the ring post. Winner: D'Angelo Dinero by disqualification
Hunico rolls into the ring and lays Gabriel out with a modified Samoan drop. Camacho joins him in the ring.
Hunico: "Hawkins, Archer, get out here vato. Ain't nobody punk Hunico esé. Get out here and take your beating like men, understand?"
Instead of the Heatseekers, they get Big E Langston. Langston comes out through a cloud of chalk dust as he beats his hands together, and comes down to the ring to meet a confused Hunico. Langston stares Hunico down through a rant and finally an official challenge.
Match 4 - Hunico (w/ Camacho) v Big E Langston - Hunico lauches into an attack, but is immediately cut off by Langston and tossed around the ring. Hunico fights back when he can and Camacho tries to buy an opening or two, but Langston makes short work of both of them. He puts Hunico away with the big ending. Winner: Big E Langston
When he's done, Langston leaves the ring and heads to the back with no celebration at all. Just doing his job.
Backstage in the interview area, Jeremy Borash is once again standing by.
JB: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, Primo, Epico and Carlito, Los Colóns. Guys, you dumped Rosa Mendes in favour of Carlito, claiming Rosa was the cause of your failures and that Carlito would bring you successes. How do you feel this change has gone so far?" Carlito: "What are you implying? You saying Carlito isn't helping his brother and his cousin? You saying Carlito is a loser? Dat...dat's not cool." JB: "I'm merely asking the three of you whether or not you feel this change has helped your cause." Carlito: "You think Carlito hasn't helped. You're saying Carlito has made things worse. Dat's not cool, man." JB: "Please, I'm not saying anything li-" Carlito: "You know what I do to people who don't want to be cool, don't you?" JB: "Yes. I do." Carlito: "Do you want to be cool?" JB: "Of course. Who doesn't?" Carlito: "You're not cool. No, you're not cool at all."
Carlito pulls out an apple and takes a big bite of it. Borash tries to back away but Primo and Epico block his exit until Carlito can spit the apple in his face.
Carlito: "Carlito is cooler than Rosa Mendes. Carlito will lead Los Colóns to their greatest success. Not believing Carlito? Das not cool."
Back to the arena for tonight's main event. John Morrison is out first with the MITB case in hand, confidently heading down to the ring despite the lion's den he's walking into. He takes his fur coat and shades off as the Shield's music hits and the trio come out at various points in the audience. They reach ringside and Ambrose climbs into the ring.
Match 5 - John Morrison v Dean Ambrose - The guys have a good back and forth match with each landing significant offence, both clearly trying to take that step up to main event level and proving they can hang. Morrison nearly scores the win from a flying Chuck kick but some Shield interference allows Ambrose back in and he works Morrison over for the majority of the contest. Morrison mounts his comeback by countering Ambrose's headlock driver into his wacky handplant overhead kick, then nailing a standing star press and a moonlight drive before the Shield get involved again. Morrison fights them off and tries to finish Ambrose off with the starship pain, but the distraction bought the Shield leader enough recovery time to get the knees up and hook Morrison with an inside cradle. Winner: Dean Ambrose
Morrison fights out and is obviously pissed. He shoves Ambrose and immediately gets jumped by the remaining Shield members. A three on one beat down begins, but doesn't get far as Kurt Angle and CM Punk rush out from backstage to even the score. The Shield flee to safety, leaving Morrison for another day. The show ends with Angle yelling at the Shield, with Punk staring a hole into his back.
The show opens this week with the most irritating man in sports entertainment, John Cena, fresh off a big loss last week. Of course, he has a big grin and some jokes for the stage cameraman on his way out. He sprints to the ring, poses, and is handed a microphone.
Cena: "Wow! What a crowd we have here tonight! We got a packed house and it sounds like y'all ready for some action!"
Cena lets the audience react, grinning like a massive doofus.
Cena: "Now I hear some boos - and that's ok! That's your right. You buy a ticket, you can boo me all you want, because that's not all I hear out there tonight. I hear the Cenation too, cheering loud and proud, and to each and every one of you, I thank you. I do this for you. I do this day in and day out, seven days a week, put my body on the line to give you the absolute best show possible. Without you there would be no me, and for that I am eternally grateful."
Yeah, it's this shit again.
Cena: "But you know, the Cenation lost one member last week. A guy I know well. I guy I considered a friend. A guy whose reasons for doing what he did still elude me. So, I want to call JTG out here to talk."
It doesn't take long for JTG to come out, he's probably been waiting nearby. He looks unusually serious as he heads to the ring, staring Cena down for a bit before grabbing the mic out of his hand.
JTG: "Let me get one thing straight, a'ight? I ain't never been and I never will be part of the 'Cenation.' I ain't your dawg, I ain't your homie, I ain't your nothin'."
Cena lets this sink in for a moment, then takes another mic from the timekeeper without taking his eyes off JTG.
Cena: "Understood. Jay, I didn't call you out here to fight. Hell, I'm not even mad at you. I just want to know what's going on here."
JTG: "You ain't mad? Whatchu gon' tell me next, huh? You ain't mad, you jus' disappointed? You think you're my dad now?"
Cena: "That's not what I meant."
JTG: "You know, I don't give a f-"
JTG stops himself, despite this being an unrated show.
JTG: "It don't matter, John. You be mad, you don't be mad, it don't matter. You jus' gotta understand one thing; This ain't all about you."
Cena: "I didn't say-"
JTG: "There you go again! You didn't say. You. Always you, John. It's always been about you. Everything, always about you. Tell me, who made you the spokesman for IFW, huh? Who made you the spokesman for WWE? Why is it that every week you have to come out here and tell the world how great this crowd is?"
Cena: "I didn't-"
JTG: "Shut up! Just for once, keep your damn mouth shut! Every time you come out here and you tell these people that they're allowed to boo you, that you don't mind, you ain't treatin' them like men and women, John. You're treating them like kids. You think these people don't know they're allowed to boo you? You think they need your permission? They don't. Every one of these people, the sucka kids who think you're a hero 'cos they're too young to see through your bullshit, to the grown-ass men who do, they don't need your approval. And you know what? I don't need your approval neither."
Cena seems to be taking this seriously, but don't worry! He smiles, making a serious point look like a massive joke.
Cena: "You got more? Cos Jay, I heard it all before. Last week I was in a war, right here in this ring, with CM Punk. You think he hasn't told me all this a hundred times over? Jay, let me tell you this as a friend. You don't have a pipebomb. You don't even have a firecracker. This...whatever this is? This isn't you. Let's just go back there and talk this out, ok?"
JTG: "And there you go again, huh? Treating me like I'm some kid, just one of your fans. I ain't in your Cenation, Cena. I ain't wearin' your t-shirt. Listen. I ain't droppin' a pipebomb. This ain't coming from a rival, someone tryin'a take your spot, get me? This is comin' from me. You gon' listen, or are you gon' stand there and make jokes?"
Cena steps back and gestures for JTG to continue.
JTG: "You're a freak, Cena. I never seen nobody take as much punishment as you and still come back every week like nothin' happened. I never seen nobody recover from surgery as fast as you. So believe me, when I attacked you last week, it wasn't to hurt you. It was to cost you. It was to send a message, that I ain't watching your back no more. You turn it, I will stab you in it. Why? Because you stabbed me in mine. I came to you, John. When I needed help, I came to you, and you turned me down. You told me you couldn't help, that it wasn't up to you. You couldn't talk to Randy Orton to get me into the Chaos team? That wasn't possible? Just say it, John, you didn't believe I had what it took. You didn't want me. You pity me. I offered my help and you laughed in my face. And you know the worst part? If you'd just said that, I'd have understood. I'd have told you that you're an asshole, I'd have told you that you're wrong, but at least I'd be able to respect you. Instead you lied to me, John. Then you got hurt, the Shield put you in the hospital and I was there to take your spot. Ironic, that you could help me more by not being here than you could when you were here. But that's not how Vince McMahon saw it. Nah, he needed the golden boy. He needed the great, the unfallible John Cena. Nobody but John Cena could win that match for us...or maybe it's just that he didn't believe in me either. Either way, I was gonna get that spot, I was on my way out here, and then you called. You got in my way again. My big break, and you couldn't just let it happen. You were hurt, not even in the building, and you still couldn't put your ego aside for the greater good. You couldn't let Vince McMahon take a chance, give me that chance to prove myself. You had to take it back. And if that wasn't enough, John? I come to you, just wanting to talk to you about this, and what do you tell me? 'Not now.' You ain't even got time for me no more, huh? You couldn't even give me five minutes to let you know what was going down. Nah, John Cena business is too damn important. You're too big for any of us. You come out here and you talk about how important the Cenation is to you, but it's a lie. The Cenation lost a member? I'm one of your fans, John? So I'm the same as this brat down here. Would you tell him 'Not now'? Or are you full of shit?"
JTG throws his mic down and fronts up to Cena. Cena doesn't react. JTG shoves him in the chest. Cena takes his cap off, bends the peak, sweeps his hand across his hair and puts the hat back on. All he stuff he does when he's trying to look emotional. JTG talks some trash, calling him a punk or something, but Cena turns away and leaves the ring. JTG holds his arms out, asking Cena why he's leaving, but Cena doesn't look back.
Taz: "Wow. I...I don't know what to say."
JR: "Very heartfelt words from JTG. Whether you agree or not-"
Taz: "What are you talking about, JR? Are you drinking the Kool-Aid too? What's not to believe?! You saw how this all went down, Cena's a no-good punk!"
JR: "Oh come on Taz!"
Taz: "Nah! You know, I'm getting hot now. Cena needs to explain himself."
JR: "Well, I don't know about that. Folks, I've been given word that IFW chairman Mr McMahon has a special announcement to make."
Taz: "I bet it's not about Cena. Huh."
We cut to a very formal shot of Vince McMahon behind a desk.
McMahon: "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to keep you from tonight's action so I'll keep this brief. Earlier tonight both IFW champion Kurt Angle and his challenger CM Punk came to me, independently, requesting a stipulation for their title match at Unbroken. I agree with their wishes, and so I can formally announce that Kurt Angle versus CM Punk at Unbroken will be...a submission match! Thank you, and enjoy the rest of the evening."
Taz: "Wow! Did you hear that JR? A submission match!"
JR: "Absolutely Taz. A perfect stipulation for this contest between two submission specialists."
Taz: "And we're not going to get another draw! We will have a definitive winner! Oh-ho man, I can't wait!"
Time for our first match. David Otunga and Jinder Mahal are in the ring awaiting their opponents, first out is silver champion Ezekiel Jackson. He gets half way down the ramp when Brian Kendrick dances out and joins him, actually reaching the ring before the big man. Kendrick mocks warning Otunga and Mahal to stay back as Jackson enters the ring. Otunga takes the lead for his team, while Jackson insists on working first.
Match 1 - Ezekiel Jackson & Brian Kendrick v David Otunga & Jinder Mahal:
- Jackson runs through Otunga, then Mahal, then Otunga again before Mahal finally cuts him off and the two can work some heat spots. It takes a while, but they get the big man down and have him looking hurt. Jackson fires up and shoulder blocks Mahal out of the ring to make the hot tag, but Kendrick pulls his hand away and shakes his head. Jackson looks at his partner with disappointment for just a moment before he's jumped from behind by both guys. They stomp Jackson into the canvas until the referee can restore order and push Otunga back to the apron. Mahal works over the fallen champion for a bit and then lifts him up to hit him with the full nelson slam. Jackson powers out, backing Mahal into a corner and crushing him against the turnbuckle. Jackson hits a running splash, taking Mahal out. Otunga leaps at Jackson from the top, Jackson catches him and hits a huge running powerslam, then turns his attention back to Jinder, crushing him with the book of Ezekiel for the win.
Winners: Ezekiel Jackson & Brian Kendrick
Kendrick is stunned, but figures he technically won the match so he raises his arms anyway. Jackson is pissed, glaring at Kendrick as he dances back up the ramp.
Jeremy Borash is backstage in his interview position, standing alongside JTG, who is drinking from a water bottle and is still pumped from his opening promo segment.
JB: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is JTG. Jay, that was quite a statement."
JTG: "I told ya. You keep watchin' JTG, you're gon' see some things."
JB: "We just saw John Cena walk out instead of responding to your comments. What's next for the relationship between you two?"
JTG: "He made this happen, JB. There ain't no relationship no more. I'll just say this, man. Next week, I'mma call Cena out, and I'mma challenge him to a match. Keep watchin' ya boy. Chyeah!"
JTG leaves, JB is intrigued.
We're back to the ring now, where a table is set up with two chairs on each side and Taz standing at the end. The Dudleyz head out first, taking a while, and bump fists with Taz when they get to the ring. Next out are the tag champions, the World's Greatest Tag Team, who slap a few hands as they head to the ring with a purpose. The Dudleyz sit on their chairs, but the champs are more wary of the potential attack.
Taz: "Guys, we all know the deal. You're out here to sign a contract for a match at Unbroken. And let's make sure that this goes smoothly, can we all agree to leave this table unbroken? Heh heh heh."
Bully: "Hey, what's the problem? Why ain't you guys sitting down, huh? What, you don't trust us?"
Haas and Benjamin hold their ground.
Bully: "Devon, I think they don't trust us. Can you believe that? I'm hurt. I feel disrespected."
Taz: "The man has a point guys. I have to ask you to take a seat."
Bully: "You heard him. Take a seat."
The champs don't appreciate being ordered, but to get the deal done they tentatively pull the chairs out and slowly lower themselves down. Just as they hit the chairs Bubba and Devon stand up, so Haas and Benjamin spring back to their feet too, standing face to face with their opponents over the table.
Taz: "Guys, let's get this business taken care of, ok? Who wants to sign first?"
Devon grabs the contract and scrawls his name at the bottom, then hands it to Ray. Ray signs too, then slides the clipboard across the table. Benjamin signs without taking his eyes off Devon, then Haas signs equally cautiously.
Taz: "There we have it! It's official, Team 3D will have their rematch for the tag team titles at Unbroken. And I want to personally thank you for getting this done without any physicality. It's not often we see the Dudleyz leaving a table in tact! Heh heh heh."
The champions slowly leave the ring, backing up the ramp. Suddenly the Dudleyz are attacked from behind by Curt Hawkins and Lance Archer.
JR: "Oh my god! It's the Heatseekers! It's the Heatseekers! And they're out for revenge! Team 3D put these guys through tables three weeks ago, and now they're back to even the score!"
Sure enough, Archer tosses Bubba to the outside and picks Devon up into a powerbomb. Hawkins comes off the top with a big clothesline, bringing Devon down right through the wood. Bubba is furious and wants to get back in, but backs away because of the numbers. He heads to the back staring a hole through the Heatseekers, not realising he's about to bump into the champions. He slowly turns to face Haas and Benjamin, then backs away from them too. The whole time he's shouting at them, that he's going to take the belts and make them suffer for this. Bubba then realises he's headed right back to the Heatseekers and decides to leave through the audience instead. With the Dudleyz out of the picture, Hawkins and Archer signal that they also want the belts.
Cut to a backstage are now, where Brian Kendrick is talking on his phone. Ezekiel Jackson shows up next to him and patiently waits despite clearly being annoyed. Kendrick doesn't cut his call short, or even look at Jackson. Jackson folds his arms and grunts. Still nothing. He heavily slaps Kendrick's arm, which finally gets Brian's attention.
Kendrick: "I'll...call you back. Zeke. That was incredibly rude, man."
Jackson: "What the hell were you thinking last week?"
Kendrick: "I don't know what you mean."
Jackson: "You left me out there. I thought we were partners."
Kendrick: "You won, right? Think about it, I helped you. I showed you just how good you are."
Jackson: "You expect me to believe that?"
Kendrick: "Listen. There are many things that you think you know, which are completely untrue. Did I ever tell you that the Sun is cold?"
Jackson: "At great length."
Kendrick: "Right. Well you think I walked out on you last week, but really I was doing you a favour. Good talk."
Kendrick walks away. Jackson isn't buying a word of it.
Back to the ring now, where it's time to determine a number one contender. Brie Bella and Layla are already in the ring and AJ is on guest commentary with the Nexettes playing private security. Gail Kim gets an entrance but she does little posing, and then Naomi Knight is last out with some Funkadactyl cheerleading.
Taz: "AJ, it's always nice to have some female company out here."
AJ: "Sure, no problem. Actually I felt a little bad for you having to look at JR all night. Thought I'd give you something cuter."
Taz: "Haha! You hear that JR? I like this chick."
JR: "I heard."
Match 2 - Gail Kim v Layla v Naomi Knight v Brie Bella
Womens #1 Contendership
- Brie, Naomi and Layla are all reluctant to start, each apologising for what they'll have to do here. Brie even suggests rock, paper, scissors to decide a winner without a match, but that doesn't go over well. Somehow they still haven't realised that Gail hasn't been showing any emotion for three weeks now, but the realisation hits them like a slap in the face when Gail slaps them in the face. Layla and Brie are shocked, but Naomi gets fired up. She throws a clothesline that Gail ducks and they start brawling into a corner. Layla and Brie pull them apart, or try to, then back away slowly to try to regain some order. Gail charges Brie and clotheslines her over the top to eliminate her.
- Brie Bella has been eliminated.
Taz: "Woah! I know Gail has a mean streak, but I didn't expect it to come out here!"
AJ: "She's not the only one with a mean streak, Taz."
Taz: "Sure, you can be a little firecracker yourself. Or, as JR would say...what would you say, JR? Jezebel?"
JR: "Yeah. I'd call her a young Jezebel."
Taz: "Jezebel! This guy."
- Layla rushes to Gail, asking her what she's doing. Naomi grabs her from behind and tosses her over the top too.
- Layla has been eliminated.
JR: "Looks like you were right AJ. Naomi has a mean streak too!"
AJ: "Well that makes three of us, doesn't it?"
Taz: "I gotta ask you, which of these girls would you prefer to defend against?"
JR: "Hold on Taz. Did you actually just ask a good, journalistic question?"
Taz: "I do that sometimes!"
AJ: "If you're done? Gail's tried to be the leader of that locker room since we took Beth out, so I'd love to crush her next. But Naomi escaped her beating last time around so I want to get back to that unfinished business too. It's a win-win for me."
- Naomi and Gail are all fired up now and clash head on. Naomi overpowers Gail early on, but the veteran diva overcomes with her agility. Gail locks Naomi up in a kind of octopus stretch which Naomi uses to her advantage as she lifts Gail over the top. Gail drops to the apron and tries to pull Naomi over too, but it doesn't work. Gail kicks at Naomi until she stumbles backwards, then heads to the top. Naomi turns and is caught with a diving hurricanrana, which she blocks and powers Gail back up into a powerbomb position. Naomi tries to dump Gail out over the top rope again, but Gail uses the momentum and this time pulls Naomi over and to the floor.
Winner: Gail Kim, to become new number one contender to the womens championship
AJ: "Alright! Awesome."
JR: "I wouldn't be so happy if I were you."
AJ: "You wouldn't want to get your hands on Gail Kim? I always suspected that about you, JR."
Taz: "Oh-ho! She got you there."
JR: "I'm a happily married man. Now don't you have some Barbies to go play with?"
AJ: "Not sure if you've noticed, old man, but all my Barbies end up broken. Taz, nice talking with you."
Taz: "Likewise, champette! Come back soon."
Backstage, we find Austin Aries quickly walking through the hallways looking for someone. He has his phone in his hand and dials a number, then stops as he hears a ringing. He slowly creeps around a corner to see Summer Rae and Paul London together, talking. Summer picks her phone up, looks at it, then cancels the call. Aries looks at his phone and hangs up, furious that he's just been rejected. He turns around and marches back towards the chairman's office. He knocks and enters before being given the word, barging in on Vince McMahon talking to Ric Flair.
McMahon: "Austin. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
Flair: "Ah give the kid a break. He's got passion, I like that. What can we do for you?"
Aries: "Um, nothing. I'm here to talk to Vince."
McMahon: "That's Mister McMahon."
Flair: "Maybe we haven't met. I'm Ric Flair, the general manager."
Flair's demeanor has changed. He declares his title as if to intimidate Aries into showing a little more respect.
Aries: "Yeah, I know who you are. I'm not an idiot."
Flair: "Coming in here like that? I'm not so sure."
McMahon: "Austin, what do you want?"
Aries: "Paul London, sir. I don't like him."
Vince looks intrigued, pleasantly surprised.
McMahon: "Neither do I. I'm pretty sure he tried to blow me up once. You have my attention."
Aries: "Then this should be easy. I want a match."
McMahon: "You have one. Shall we say, Unbroken?"
Aries: "Perfect. Pleasure doing business with you. Ric."
Flair is uncomfortable about being left out of the deal. It's becoming very clear that Vince isn't going to completely give him his job back.
Back in the ring, Justin Gabriel has made his entrance and is warming up against the ropes. D'Angelo Dinero is his opponent, and he comes down the ramp with a shower of Dinero dollaz before handing all of his ring gear to someone at ringside.
Match 3 - D'Angelo Dinero v Justin Gabriel
- Dinero and Gabriel go back and forth for a little while, trading some of their bigger moves in an attempt to get noticed. Dinero gets the upper hand and hits the outer limitz elbow drop and is about to follow up with the DDE when Camacho sweeps his ankles out from under him and crotches him against the ring post.
Winner: D'Angelo Dinero by disqualification
Hunico rolls into the ring and lays Gabriel out with a modified Samoan drop. Camacho joins him in the ring.
Hunico: "Hawkins, Archer, get out here vato. Ain't nobody punk Hunico esé. Get out here and take your beating like men, understand?"
Instead of the Heatseekers, they get Big E Langston. Langston comes out through a cloud of chalk dust as he beats his hands together, and comes down to the ring to meet a confused Hunico. Langston stares Hunico down through a rant and finally an official challenge.
Match 4 - Hunico (w/ Camacho) v Big E Langston
- Hunico lauches into an attack, but is immediately cut off by Langston and tossed around the ring. Hunico fights back when he can and Camacho tries to buy an opening or two, but Langston makes short work of both of them. He puts Hunico away with the big ending.
Winner: Big E Langston
When he's done, Langston leaves the ring and heads to the back with no celebration at all. Just doing his job.
Backstage in the interview area, Jeremy Borash is once again standing by.
JB: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, Primo, Epico and Carlito, Los Colóns. Guys, you dumped Rosa Mendes in favour of Carlito, claiming Rosa was the cause of your failures and that Carlito would bring you successes. How do you feel this change has gone so far?"
Carlito: "What are you implying? You saying Carlito isn't helping his brother and his cousin? You saying Carlito is a loser? Dat...dat's not cool."
JB: "I'm merely asking the three of you whether or not you feel this change has helped your cause."
Carlito: "You think Carlito hasn't helped. You're saying Carlito has made things worse. Dat's not cool, man."
JB: "Please, I'm not saying anything li-"
Carlito: "You know what I do to people who don't want to be cool, don't you?"
JB: "Yes. I do."
Carlito: "Do you want to be cool?"
JB: "Of course. Who doesn't?"
Carlito: "You're not cool. No, you're not cool at all."
Carlito pulls out an apple and takes a big bite of it. Borash tries to back away but Primo and Epico block his exit until Carlito can spit the apple in his face.
Carlito: "Carlito is cooler than Rosa Mendes. Carlito will lead Los Colóns to their greatest success. Not believing Carlito? Das not cool."
Back to the arena for tonight's main event. John Morrison is out first with the MITB case in hand, confidently heading down to the ring despite the lion's den he's walking into. He takes his fur coat and shades off as the Shield's music hits and the trio come out at various points in the audience. They reach ringside and Ambrose climbs into the ring.
Match 5 - John Morrison v Dean Ambrose
- The guys have a good back and forth match with each landing significant offence, both clearly trying to take that step up to main event level and proving they can hang. Morrison nearly scores the win from a flying Chuck kick but some Shield interference allows Ambrose back in and he works Morrison over for the majority of the contest. Morrison mounts his comeback by countering Ambrose's headlock driver into his wacky handplant overhead kick, then nailing a standing star press and a moonlight drive before the Shield get involved again. Morrison fights them off and tries to finish Ambrose off with the starship pain, but the distraction bought the Shield leader enough recovery time to get the knees up and hook Morrison with an inside cradle.
Winner: Dean Ambrose
Morrison fights out and is obviously pissed. He shoves Ambrose and immediately gets jumped by the remaining Shield members. A three on one beat down begins, but doesn't get far as Kurt Angle and CM Punk rush out from backstage to even the score. The Shield flee to safety, leaving Morrison for another day. The show ends with Angle yelling at the Shield, with Punk staring a hole into his back.