Back in the ring, Kane gets some sort of crazy-ass submission hold on Jericho that looks like something out of the Kama Sutra. Jericho loses consciousness, so Kane drops him. After a count of six, Jericho is back up and fighting. Jericho goes down a few more times, and then both men nearly get counted out. Kane lifts Jericho over his head and throws him to the floor outside the ring. I like Jericho, but it's kind of funny to see him being thrown around like a little doll. They battle up to the entrance, where there is the usual equipment scattered about. Eventually, Jericho pushes over this wall of stacked up oil drums on top of Kane. Of course, the barrels are all glued together. As the ref counts, Kane's hand reaches up through the wall and grabs Jericho's ankle, but I guess the ref didn't see it, because he counts Kane out and declares Jericho the winner. JR calls Jericho "the guttiest [sic] kid in the WWF." Good one. This whole match was just sloppy -- I'm guessing because it's hard to make it look like Jericho could have a chance against Kane, given the size differential. How about a Jericho/Angle feud?
Jonathan Coachman asks Mick Foley if he is having second thoughts about tonight's Hell in the Cell match. Foley says that this match is all he thinks about, but it's what the people want, and he'll be glad when it's over.
Shawn Michaels is onstage at WWF New York. I'm sure that Sars and Djb would be in the audience if they weren't visiting Wing Chun in Toronto. Shawn Michaels thinks that having six guys in tonight's Hell in the Cell match is going to make everything different. Michaels feels that this match is tailor-made for the Undertaker.
Another Hell in the Cell flashback -- this time we see Mick Foley being chokeslammed into thumb tacks by the Undertaker.
Next up is the Four Corner Tag Team match. Your teams are Edge and Christian, Bull Buchanan and Good Father (current champs), Road Dogg and K-Kwik, and the Dudley Boyz. Road Dogg has his braids in a ponytail on top of his head and I tell my boyfriend J-Dawg that Roadie looks like a resident of Whoville. I'm all proud of my joke, and preparing to use it in this recap, and then Lawler makes the same joke. Goddammit! I'm using it anyway. The rules on this match are that anyone can tag in anyone, and whoever gets the first pin wins the belts. J-Dawg and I spend some time debating what would happen if two members of the same team ended up in the ring together. I said one of them would probably job to the other, and they win the belt. Right? I don't know why we talk about these matches as if the outcomes aren't predetermined. At one point, Buh Buh Ray whips Christian into the ropes, yells out clearly, "Come on, bitch!" and then flips Christian into the air, so that he does a mid-air somersault. Everything degenerates, and mayhem ensues. With half the men battling outside the ring, the Dudleyz concentrate on Edge and Christian. Bull Buchanan breaks things up, and is rewarded with a 3D by the Dudleyz. When the Good Father tries to help, he also gets a 3D. When D-Von goes outside the ring to get a table, Steven Richards executes (and I use the term loosely) the lamest DDT ever. With his partner gone, Buh Buh Ray gets pinned by Edge. Edge and Christian are the new (and four-time) Tag Team Champions.