[[ After the intro for the show, we're shown a pre-taped promo inside of a hotel room. We see Trish Stratus putting on mascara in a mirror, and the rest of the gang packing their bags or watching television. "Hogan Knows Best" is on the screen, which is starting to irritate Jay Lethal, without much of a reason. ]]

Jay Lethal: HOGAN! HOGAN, BE A MAN! YEAH! QUIT RUNNIN' FROM THE MADNESS, HOGAN!

[[ Lethal is in total Macho Man mode, which is causing everyone to stare at him. ]]

Jay Lethal: WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE LOOKIN' AT, YEAH?! THE MACHO MAN, YEAH, HE'S NOT A FAN OF HOLLYWOOD!

Elix Skipper: Lethal, let me as you a question.

Jay Lethal: NO, SHELTON! YOU STABBED YOUR PARTNER IN THE BACK LIKE HOGAN DID THE MACHO MAN, YEAH!

Randy Orton: Man, are you retarded or something?

Trish Stratus: Alright guys, let's just relax. Tonight's a big night for all of us, no need in getting him all riled up.

[[ Edge stands up with his gear bag over his right shoulder. ]]

Edge: Exactly, Trish. Tonight, Sports Entertainment Xtreme has a goal.. Randy, you have to retain that Elite title against CM Punk.

Randy Orton: Heh, not a problem, Edge.

Edge: And after that, Christian, Tomko, Lethal.. Us four have to go and wipe Angle, Cena and company off the face of the earth and get them out of LoC forever!

Christian Cage: I don't even know who we're fighting, and I don't care!

Edge: Cena, Angle, Styles and Daniels.

Christian Cage: Never heard of 'em, but I can beat 'em!

[[ Vince Russo comes walking out of the bathroom holding a candle. He blows it out and stands in front of the group, about to address them like he's a fearless leader. ]]

Vince Russo: Tonight's gonna' rule!

[[ Simply put. ]]

Vince Russo: Guys, let's not go out there and lose tonight. Last big show, SEX didn't win a single match.

Edge: I beat Cena.

Vince Russo: Oh. Well, everyone else sucks but Edge.

[[ Edge smirks. Russo applies a band-aid on his face. ]]

Vince Russo: So guys, in order for us to not fuck up again this month, I have brought in someone to help motivate you. He's been around the tracks a time or two, and he wants you to not follow his trail.. So here's here to scare you straight.. Ladies and gentlemen, Loser Lou.

[[ Russo lays on the floor on his back. He speaks to his group from there. His voice is a resemblance of Vince McMahon, but with a terrible New York accent. ]]

Vince Russo: Yo, I'm Loser Lou! You're awesome leader Vince Russo brought me in to talk to ya' about losin'! Losin' is somethin' I know a lot about, and let me tell ya'.. IT SUCKS!

[[ Tomko rolls his eyes and turns the television back on. ]]

Vince Russo: I know you guys have big matches tonight, and I know you didn't win your matches last month, but this is a new month guys! You don't wanna' end up like Loser Lou! I'm a loser! I have no friends! No life! No girls! Because I'm a loser!

Trish Stratus: Oh my God.

Edge: So, you're a loser?

Vince Russo: Yes. 'Cause, if you don't win, you ain't a winna'!

[[ Blank stares. Silence. ]]

Vince Russo: I think you guys got a real chance o'winnin' da' eight-man tag match! John Cena sucks! Kurt Angle is dumb! AJ Styles and Christopher Daniels.. Who the hell are they?! But Randy Orton.. Loser Lou's worried about ya'!

[[ Orton stares blankly at him. ]]

Vince Russo: Last month ya' fuckin' lost to Val Venis two weeks in a row! Now you gotta' face CM Punk with ya' title on the line! Loser Lou doesn't want ya' to join da' family and be Overrated Orton!

Randy Orton: Hey, shut the hell up, Russo! I'm the LoC Elite Champion! Who else here has a belt?! Huh?

Christian Cage: So, Loser Lou.. Who's some guys you've lost to before?

Vince Russo: Lou Thesz. Don Muraco.. Droz..

[[ Trish nudges Christian. ]]

Trish Stratus: Don't encourage him.

Vince Russo: But your friend, Vince, he really cares 'bout you guys! He wants you to win and make him proud! He wants to go to the titty bar after the show tonight! He wants to borrow twenty bucks so he can get a lap dance after he's lead his team to victories tonight! He's very proud to have you guys! He's bringing in a couple more members next week with great gimmicks! So please, Orton, don't lose! Edge, Christian, Tomko, Lethal.. Make him proud!

[[ Russo's voice is cracking, almost in a sober. ]]

Vince Russo: Don't just do it for Vinny Ru.. Do it for Loser Lou, bay-bee!

[[ The scene fades before Russo begins crying. We go to the ring for the first match of Glory: Canadian Collision! ]]

Match One: Texas Tornado Match
MnM vs. The Dudley Boyz

This match was a brawl right from the start. The Dudleyz didn't even wait for Mercury and Nitro to get into the ring before they went after them. The fight went all over the arena, and it was bloody. Bubba Ray Dudley suplexed a table into a fallen Johnny Nitro. He then sat the table up, attempting to piledrive Nitro through it, but the table collapsed before hand! D-Von was clobbering Mercury in the face with a pool stick until he finally broke it over Mercury's head. This all-out brawl finally came to a close after a 3-D. Melina hit D-Von in the back with a chair, making him fall face-first into a pile of thumbtacks! Bubba grabbed Melina by the hair, hoisted her up into powerbomb position, Mercury breaks it up! Snap-shot! MnM has once again defeated the Dudley Boys!

Winners: MnM via Pinfall  (24:38)

[[ Melina quickly encourages Mercury and Nitro to get out of the ring before the Dudleyz can come to. The fans boo MnM as they make their way up the ramp, raising their arms in celebration, mocking their opponents. Bubba Ray and D-Von look to one another, frustrated that they were upstaged once again by MnM. Bubba Ray takes the microphone, exhausted, he speaks. ]]

Bubba Ray Dudley: A wrestler's biggest fear is hanging on too long.. Not knowing when to get out and move on.

[[ He stops to catch his breath. ]]

Bubba Ray Dudley: For the past ten years, D-Von and I have been the greatest tag team in this sport.

[[ Cheers. ]]

Bubba Ray Dudley: No matter what we were called or whether or not you people liked us.. We were the best, plain and simple.

[[ Bubba props himself against the ropes. ]]

Bubba Ray Dudley: But this, this is an embarrassment. For the past two months here in LoC, we have done nothing but come out and lose every match. We've been heckled by two punks. The fans have lost faith in us.. And I believe we've lost faith in ourselves.

[[ D-Von nods. ]]

Bubba Ray Dudley: So, without wastin' anymore time.. Right now, here in Calgary.. Thank you for the ride. D-Von and I have a lot of figurin' out to do ahead of us. Figurin' out of whether or not this is even worth it anymore.. We gotta' figure out what went wrong, where we lost our edge.. We gotta' figure a lot of things out.

[[ He wipes the sweat out of his eyes. He shakes hands with D-Von, then drops the microphone on the canvass. They walk out of the ring as the fans aren't sure of what to make of this. ]]

[[ We open up in a dark locker room. CM Punk is sitting in a chair, almost in a meditating trance. His head lowered, his hair covering his face. He remains silent for a few seconds, almost like he's waiting on us to tap him on the shoulder to start. He raises his head and looks dead into the camera.  ]]

CM Punk: Randy Orton, last week, you robbed me out of my chance to become the Elite Champion. And you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that.

[[ Pause. ]]

CM Punk: Because the old saying goes.. You reap what you sew Tonight, Randy Orton, you go to harvest your crop.. And tonight, everything you've done in the past comes back to bite you on the ass.

[[ He looks very laid back, very collective, but his voice tells otherwise. ]]

CM Punk: One match will not finish what you and I have going on right now. This right here will not end until one man is being carried away in a body bag. That's why I've talked to Mr. Cornette earlier tonight. He agreed with me. That's why tonight is the beginning of you and I.

[[ Punk smirks. ]]

CM Punk: You and I are going to get to know a lot about one another over the next three matches for the Elite title. The first man to win two matches out of the three, the ultimate winner. After that, you and I will be finished with one another. So for the next three months, I have you at my mercy, Orton.

[[ He rubs his hands together. ]]

CM Punk: And that has me real excited. I got this feeling you and I are gonna' be great friends when it's all said and done. Also, you'll recognize one think I've been trying to tell you all along that I'll prove true right off the get-go tonight..

[[ Punk puts his fists side-by-side, showing his "D-R-U-G F-R-E-E" knuckle tattoos. ]]

CM Punk: I'M BETTER THAN YOU!

[[ Brief pause. ]]

CM Punk: It's going to be a great three months.

[[ He snickers a little bit to himself. ]]

CM Punk: See you later tonight.. Champ.

[[ Fade. ]]

[[ From there we fade up into a large dressing room where multiple wrestlers are getting dressed. We see Chris Harris and James Storm approach Jeff and Matt Hardy talking strategy for their title match later on tonight. ]]

Matt Hardy: Can we help you two guys?

James Storm: Reckon ye' can as a matter'o fact.

Chris Harris: Those Tag Team titles you two got..

[[ Jeff grabs one of the belts and shows it to them. ]]

Jeff Hardy: This?

Chris Harris: We want a shot at'em.

Matt Hardy: Oh yeah? And just who do you two happen to be?

Teddy Hart: Two chumps askin' the wrong tag team for a title shot.

[[ Teddy Hart and Harry Smith walk into the picture. ]]

Teddy Hart: That's right. AMW, you want a shot at the Tag Titles, you gotta' ask the champs.. Not the soon-to-be FORMER champions.

James Storm: Just as long as we get our rightful shot, we don't care who the champs are.

Chris Harris: Nope.

Harry Smith: Fine. When we win those titles tonight, you two can have a shot.

[[ Jeff and Matt stand up and eyeball the Hart Foundation. ]]

Jeff Hardy: I think you two outta' win these titles before you start handin' out title shots.

Harry Smith: Those belts are already ours.. We just got to go through the motions in getting them.

Matt Hardy: I don't care if this is your home town or not.. You're not gonna' cakewalk your way through the match and take our titles.

[[ Teddy smiles and rubs Matt on the face, pulling his cheek. ]]

Teddy Hart: That's the spirit, Matt. You two get ready for the match.. We'll see ya' out there.

[[ He turns to AMW. ]]

Teddy Hart: We'll talk about that title shot later.

[[ The Hart Foundation walk off, leaving Matt and Jeff there, furious. ]]

Match Two: LoC Pure Title
Colt Cabana vs. Steve Corino

Corino looked very focused for this match, as it's his big chance to prove to the world that the Trouble King is more than a fancy name. Corino and Colt trade submission holds and counters for the first few minutes, totally following Pure title rules. Corino loses two rope breaks by punching Colt in the face repeatedly. Colt loses one himself by punching back. Colt loses his second rope break when Corino applies a Boston Crab. Corino hits the Old School Expulsion, calls for the big lariat, Colt ducks, bionic elbow! Crossface on the mat, Corino's trying to wiggle himself out of it, but Colt puts Corino's hand on the rope, the ref sees it and Corino's out of rope breaks! Corino gets up and argues with the ref as Colt dances around. Corino applies a sleeper on Colt, Colt falls backwards into a pinning combination! Corino's feet are on the ropes but it doesn't matter! One! Two! Three! Corino is pissed that he lost, but Colt Cabana wins a great match!

Winner: Colt Cabana via Pinfall  (25:19)
STILL LoC Pure Wrestling Champion

[[ We see Bryan Danielson stretching out in an empty part of the arena, away from where the other wrestlers and personnel are. He's in a nice, quiet location to help him remain focused on the biggest match of his career. He switches positions and begins another stretch, that's when he's interrupted by Kurt Angle. ]]

Kurt Angle: Bryan Danielson

[[ Danielson looks up, smirks, and stands up to face Angle. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Oh, wow, it's Kurt Angle, the Wrestling Machine. Hey Kurt, question.. How's those shoulders feel from that Cattle Mutilation I put you in at Chi-Town Rumble to win this?

[[ Danielson shows Angle the LoC World title belt. Angle stares at it for a few seconds, then turns his attention back to Danielson. ]]

Kurt Angle: They're fine. Accidents happen everyday, Dragon. I mean, that's probably how you're here.

Bryan Danielson: Good one, Kurt. Unlike you, I choose to be mature about things and not use petty insults.

Kurt Angle: I'm going to cut to the chase, Dragon. You got something I want.

Bryan Danielson: 'Fraid I don't swing that way.. Sorry, just go ask Cena.

[[ Angle puts his hands on the LoC title. ]]

Kurt Angle: I want the LoC World title.

Bryan Danielson: You think YOU have what it takes to carry this title belt, Angle? I took this thing to Japan! I have defended it against any one who wants a shot at it! This is more than just another belt to add to my collection, Angle! THIS IS MY.. LIFE!

Kurt Angle: I'm not arguing what you've done with the belt since you've had it.. I'm just saying.. If you beat Michaels tonight, I want the next crack at it.

Bryan Danielson: Beat Sports Entertainment Xtreme tonight, let me go out and show Shawn Michaels that the student truly has surpassed the teacher.. And then..

[[ Danielson pauses, thinking. ]]

Kurt Angle: And then I get my shot?

Bryan Danielson: No.

[[ Angle looks confused. Danielson sticks the middle finger of his right hand square in Angle's face. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Then you can kiss my ass!

[[ Danielson laughs. ]]

Bryan Danielson: I beat you and Christian both in the same match at the same time to win this title, Kurt. Opportunity only knocks seldomly. You need to wake up and realize that you blew your shot at the LoC World Heavyweight title because you wasn't able to endure. You don't have the heart. You don't have the pride that I do, Kurt. So yeah, let me beat Shawn Michaels into a bloody pulp tonight, and afterwards, you can come kiss my ass! You're never getting another title shot!

[[ Danielson rubs the top of Angle's head. ]]

Bryan Danielson: ..For good luck.

[[ He walks off out of the picture, leaving Angle standing. We go to the ring. ]]

Match Three: LoC Tag Team Title
The Hardy Boys vs. New Hart Foundation

The Hardy Boys were booed out of the building to no one's surprise. The fans paid for two things here in Calgary tonight: To see Bret Hart and to see his nephews fight for the LoC World Tag Team titles. This match was all over the ringside area, and bodies were flying everywhere. The ref was knocked out midway through it. Jeff Hardy gets a ladder and sets it up, fixing to Swanton off of it onto Harry Smith. Wait a second, who is that? NATTIE NEIDHART! Jim Neidhart's daughter is in the ring and climbing the ladder with brass knux on her knuckles! She levels Jeff Hardy in the back of the head and he falls from the top of the ladder like dead weight! FLIPPING TIGER BOMB ON MATT HARDY! Harry locks in the Sharpshooter on Jeff Hardy in the middle of the ring as Nattie revives the referee. The ref calls for the bell as Jeff is unable to respond! The fans erupt as Nattie hands her cousins the LoC Tag Team titles! The Hardy Boys were screwed out of their belts, becoming the first LoC Champions to lose their titles  yet!

Winners: New Hart Foundation via Submission (33:48)
NEW LoC World Tag Team Champions

[[ Michael Cole fills out view as he stands beside Johnny Nitro, Melina in the middle, and Joey Mercury on the other side. MnM is sipping on bottles of champagne, looking very pleased with what they've done earlier tonight in their match. ]]

Michael Cole: Tonight, MnM, you defeated the Dudley Boyz once again.. And as always, the outcome was very questionable.

Melina: Michael Cole, the outcome doesn't matter. See, Joey and Johnny here.. They are WINNERS! They won their match tonight against those two FORMER-greats.. Doesn't matter how, it's all about getting the win!

Michael Cole: And then after the match, Bubba Ray and D-Von got on the microphone and said they were leaving League of Champions to go find themselves.. They didn't even know if they'd be back! Do you not feel ashamed of yourselves for running one of the greatest tag teams in history out of the company?

[[ MnM all laugh at that statement. Nitro steps in and speaks. ]]

Johnny Nitro: No way do we feel ashamed of ourselves. From day one, Cole, we told those idiots that they were yesterday's news. If they were looking for the next best thing in tag team wrestling, they needed to look no farther than Mercury and myself!

Joey Mercury: TEST..I..FY!

Melina: Tonight was a big win for us. It's not because we beat the Dudleyz, nor is it that we ran them out of town.. It's simply because tonight, my boys established themselves as one of the premier teams here in League of Champions!

[[ Nitro and Mercury nod and agree behind her. Melina stares into the camera, addressing anyone who will listen. ]]

Melina: What started a few weeks ago with us insulting the Dudley Boyz, then progressed to tonight where we ran them out of town.. It doesn't end until Johnny Nitro and Joey Mercury are wearing LoC World Tag Team gold!

[[ She gives Nitro and Mercury each a peck on the cheek. ]]

Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it.. MnM's quest for the LoC Tag Team titles begins tonight!

[[ And after that, we go to the ring. Elite title match is next! ]]

Match Four: LoC Elite Title
CM Punk vs. Randy Orton

Orton and Punk pace around the ring, neither man wanting to make the first move against the other. You can feel the hostility between the two that's been building over the past two months. Punk slaps Orton in the face and starts punching away. Orton battles back, dishing everything he can at Punk. RKO! RKO out of the blue! One.. two.. kick out! Garvin Stomp on all parts of Punk's body. Orton flashes the cocky "Hey!" sign, gets rolled up, two count only. The finish comes out of the blue as Trish Stratus distracts Punk after he hit Orton with an STO, allowing Orton to recover, spin Punk around, RKO! Orton covers, one, two, three! Randy Orton has stolen another one from CM Punk in back to back weeks! Two more matches left between these two, and it can only get better from here!

Winner: Randy Orton via Pinfall (23:22)
STILL LoC Elite Champion

[[ After that awesome match we cut to a locker room where tensions are running high. It's almost time for the eight-man tag that will make or break Sports Entertainment Xtreme. We see John Cena in the middle of a small circle. The circle consisting of Kurt Angle, AJ Styles, and Christopher Daniels. Cena looks more serious than he's ever been in his life. ]]

John Cena: Fellas, it's time.

[[ He looks at each individual man, making sure to make eye contact. ]]

John Cena: Tonight, we go to war against Sports Entertainment Xtreme. Tonight, we go out there, and we stop this cancer from spreadin' any more than it already has. Tonight.. We go out there and FIGHT.

[[ Nods all around, showing the other three men are on the same page as Cena. ]]

John Cena: Vince Russo has ruined every company he's been in with his politics. Egos have gotten into the way, and ridiculous ideas have been put on the screen. League O'Champions is our company. We are the people who pump the oxygen in the lungs and the blood in the veins, people! We ARE LoC. Vince Russo doesn't care about this company! Vince Russo's only here to further his own agenda!

[[ Pause. ]]

John Cena: He's turnin' wrestlers into carbon copies of gimmicks from the past. He's taken established veterans and reducing them to jokes. Tonight, we put a stop to it. His crew has made our lives hell ever since they got here. One month ago, Edge screwed me out of a win in my debut. Thirty days later, the war still rages on.

[[ Cena is pumped for tonight's match. ]]

John Cena: These people in the stands, they HATE John Cena.

[[ He pauses so the fans can boo him. ]]

John Cena: But you three, you showed you're here to fight. That's all I need. I fight for those who stand beside me through thick and thin. I'll go out there and die for you three because I know deep down inside, if it came down to it.. You'd do the same for me.

[[ He points to each Daniels then Angle. ]]

John Cena: Tonight, we go out there as one entity. If the Angel is Fallen, we pick him up. If the machine gets squeaky, we put some oil on it..

[[ He points to himself. ]]

John Cena: If the doctor gets sick, give him some medicine..

[[ Finally to Styles. ]]

John Cena: And we make this match.. PHENOMENAL!

[[ Cena raises a fist in the air. ]]

John Cena: Boys, it's time to fight hard.

[[ He continues. ]]

John Cena: Tonight.. There's no giving up.

[[ Pause. ]]

John Cena: No regrets. We leave it all out there in that ring for one common cause.. To rid LoC, our company.. of Sports.. Entertainment.. XTINCT!

[[ His fist remains in the air. ]]

John Cena: Let's go kick some ass.

[[ Daniels puts his left fist next to Cena's, Styles follows afterwards. Angle puts in his mouthpiece, grunts, and does the same. The camera zooms in on the four fists together in the air, showing a strong sign of unity. The eight-man tag team match is next! ]]

[[ Lance Storm is seen walking like a man on a mission through the hallway. We see Colt Cabana at the vending machine, buying a drink. Storm stops walking, then taps Colt on the shoulder. Colt turns around and greets Lance with a big smile. ]]

Colt Cabana: Look at who it is, Lance Storm! The true Captain Charisma!

Lance Storm: If you are trying to compliment me, you are doing a poor job.

Colt Cabana: I wasn't.

Lance Storm: Alright then.

[[ Awkward silence for a few moments. ]]

Lance Storm: I hope you're happy with your Pure title defense tonight.

Colt Cabana: Well, I did win.

Lance Storm: Against Steve Corino. You got to pick your own opponent, so of course you picked someone easy to defeat to bolster your win-loss record.

[[ Cabana shrugs. ]]

Colt Cabana: It was really a toss-up between Corino and Venis.. But I saw what ol' Val did to Orton.

Lance Storm: Very embarrassing stuff.

Colt Cabana: Absolutely.

[[ Storm shakes his head, trying to get back on track. ]]

Lance Storm: Anyway, that is why I'm here. The week after Chi-Town Rumble, you went off to England on a tour, sending your "friend" Matt Classic here in LoC to fight. I must say, Colt.. It was the most embarrassing moment of my entire career facing that stupid gimmick. A gimmick to which is supposed to embody wrestling. It was nothing but a joke!

Colt Cabana: Rat tail.

Lance Storm: What?

Colt Cabana: I just remembered the time when you had a rat tail. How was that not your most embarrassing moment?

Lance Storm: Because the rat tail didn't apply a stomach claw to me in the middle of the ring in a wrestling match.

Colt Cabana: The rat tail did, though, apply a 'chick repellent' on your crotch area. I bet you didn't nail any chicks with it.

[[ Storm just stares at Colt, then quickly changes the subject. ]]

Lance Storm: You are the Pure Wrestling Champion, which makes me sick to my stomach. You laugh, joke, cut-up.. You treat this sport and its competitors like a circus or some sort of parody of the television show The Office.

Colt Cabana: You watch The Office?

Lance Storm: Sometimes. I enjoy comedy as much as the next person. Angela Martin is a fantastic character.

Colt Cabana: She's the female version of you.

Lance Storm: Back to the task at hand, Colt. I believe I truly embody what that Pure title is all about. I AM wrestling. I live it, breath it, sleep it, and eat it. You, on the other hand, you treat this as your outlet to be some sort of a comedian. You don't respect those who have come before you. You don't respect anything of the business like I do. I want a shot, Colt Cabana. I want a shot at your Pure title.

[[ Colt produces his LoC Pure title out of no where, holding it in front of Storm's face. ]]

Lance Storm: When I get my title shot, beat you, and hold that title in the air.. Don't blame Canada, blame yourself!

[[ Storm walks off, Colt presses a button and then punches the machine. ]]

Colt Cabana: Sold out? What the hell?

[[ Fade. ]]

Match Five: Eight-Man Warfare
Sports Entertainment Xtreme vs. Kurt Angle/John Cena/AJ Styles/Christopher Daniels

This match was eight men with eight different styles clashing to form one gigantic train wreck right from the get-go. Daniels and Lethal start out, and they have some excellent series of wrestling holds and hihg-flying maneuvers. Russo's at ringside with Trish, trying to do whatever he can to help his team be victorious. SEX was on the ropes early and often, the fired-up Team Cena was just more than they were expecting. Tomko set up a table on the apron, setting the other side on the guardrail. He slides back into the ring and gets tossed over by Angle. Styles is on the apron, fixing to spring into the ring over the ropes, EDGE DIVES THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND SPEARS STYLES ONTO THE TABLE! Jay Lethal spins around, F-U! Drop toe hold on Tomko! STFU! TOMKO TAPS! Cena, Angle, Styles, and Daniels wins a great eight-man tag match!

Winner: Kurt Angle/John Cena/AJ Styles/Christopher Daniels via Pinfall (33:36)

[[ Shawn Michaels is seen walking out of his locker room and down the hallway on his way to the entrance ramp curtain. Michael Cole runs up to him, trying to get a quick word.  ]]

Michael Cole: Shawn Michaels, you're on your way right not for your first-ever match with Bryan Danielson.. Any last thoughts or comments before you go to the ring?

Shawn Michaels: I've never been more ready for something in my life. The "final countdown" is upon us as Danielson likes to say.

[[ Michaels rotates his arms in full circles, getting them loose as he walks. ]]

Michael Cole: Bryan Danielson and Kurt Angle talked earlier about a future title match among the two. Your thought?

Shawn Michaels: Bryan Danielson seems to be countin' his chickens before they hatch. I'm going to make it to where if he wins, he definitely earned  the 'W.' Kurt Angle is another great competitor, and I'm more than fine with people overlookin' HBK.. That just makes me want to try that much harder.

[[ They continue walking, Michaels stops. ]]

Shawn Michaels: Everything Danielson's said since I got here in LoC, doesn't mean a thing now. The time for talkin's up. Now it's time for him to back up his claims. He's the "best wrestler in the world," let's see what happens when he goes toe-to-toe with the ICON, THE SHOWSTOPPA', and the MAIN EVENT! Me, HBK.. Shawn.. Michaels!

Michael Cole: Any comments about Bret Hart?

Shawn Michaels: I just hope he doesn't let something that happened almost ten years ago affect such an important match.. Not so much for me, but for this company.

Michael Cole: What if he tries to screw you?

Shawn Michaels: Then the rumors were true afterall.. He really is the most bitter man in this business.

[[ He pats Cole on the shoulder as his music hits. ]]

Shawn Michaels: If ya' don't mind, time to cut this interview short.. I have a World title to go win.

Michael Cole: Best of luck to you, Shawn.

[[ We go to the ring for the introductions. ]]

Match Six: LoC World Heavyweight Title
Bret Hart: Special Guest Referee
LoC Glory Main Event
Bryan Danielson vs. Shawn Michaels

Jeremy Borash: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your Glory main event. It's scheduled for one fall, and it is for the League of Champions World Heavyweight title!

[[ Crowd pop. ]]

Jeremy Borash: Introducing first, the challenger. He resides in San Antonio, Texas, weighing in this morning at two-hundred twenty-five pounds.. He's a former four-time World Champion, and the first-ever Grand Slam Champion.. He is the number one contender.. This is the "Heartbreak Kid" SHAWN MICHAELS!

[[ Garbage, beers, and drink cups are all thrown in the ring at Michaels along with toilet paper. Michaels is getting one of the worst receptions of his career. Borash can barely hear himself speak as he continues. ]]

Jeremy Borash: And his opponent, from Aberdeen, Washington.. He weighs in at one-hundred ninety pounds.. He is a former RoH and FIP World Heavyweight Champion.. He is the undefeated, reigning, and defending League of Champions HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.. This is the "American Dragon" BRYAN.. DANIELSON!

[[ A HUGE amount of cheers and streamers flood the ring. The fans have adopted Danielson as their hero, obviously wanting him to ruin Shawn Michaels' world. The fans start chanting "BRET! BRET! BRET!" as Bret Hart shakes hands with Bryan Danielson. ]]

Jeremy Borash: And the special referee for this bout, he is a seven-time World Heavyweight Champion and a member of the first-family of wrestling. He is Calgary's own.. BRET "HITMAN" HART!

[[ The fans explode with cheers and applause for Bret Hart. Bret checks Danielson's kneepads and tights, he then walks over to Shawn Michaels. The two exchange a cold stare down, being the first time they've laid eyes on one another since 1997. Bret doesn't even check Michaels, he just gives him the middle finger and then calls for the bell to ring. The anticipation is at an all-time in the Stampede Dome as the match begins. ]]

Shawn Michaels extends his hand for Danielson, Danielson smacks him in the face and we're on, World title on the line. Danielson is undefeated, HBK one win on his record in LoC. Tie-up to start, headlock on HBK, whip to the ropes, shoulder block on Danielson. Danielson escapes to the outside every time Michaels gets the advantage, not allowing him to continue the momentum. Flair talks Danielson up on the outside. Danielson comes in, firing away with uppercuts and forearms, sending the challenger reeling. Michaels bounces against the ropes, flying clothesline! Danielson and Michaels BOTH kip up at the same time! They do some more chain wrestling, trying to get something going in the match, Michaels knocks Danielson down, looks at Hart, and attempts the Sharpshooter! Michaels is a brave man indeed! Danielson pushes him away, sending Michaels into Bret Hart. Shawn apologizes, allowing Danielson to lock his arms and bring him down.. CATTLE MUTILATION! Michaels has his hand on the ropes, HART KICKS THE HAND OFF! "Ring the bell, he gives!" WHAT?! BRET HART CALLED FOR THE BELL! He grabs the LoC World title, hands it to Bryan Danielson! He tells Danielson and Flair to get out of the ring! BRET HART HAS JUST SCREWED SHAWN MICHAELS TO A HUGE POP FROM THE FANS! This main-event World title match didn't even make it ten minutes!

Winner: Bryan Danielson via Submission (9:54)
STILL LoC World Heavyweight Champion

[[ Shawn Michaels sits on the mat, his back against the corner turnbuckles, baffled by what has just happened to him. Bret Hart is walking around the ring, posing, receiving the biggest pop of his career. Michaels keeps shaking his head in disbelief. Hart grabs a microphone, looking very proud of himself. He directs his attention right at Michaels, who has now stood up, standing just feet from Michaels. ]]

Bret Hart: Bryan Danielson didn't know I was going to do this tonight, and for that, I apologize. I promised him I'd ref it down the middle.. But I couldn't resist myself. This was a golden opportunity I couldn't pass up. Giving you the same treatment you gave me.. I love when what goes around comes back around and bites people on the ass!

[[ Crowd pop. A huge, and I mean huge "THANK YOU BRET!" chant breaks out. ]]

Bret Hart: Ya' know somethin', it's been almost ten years since I was screwed over by you, Michaels. For almost a decade I sat in my house after my career was ruined by Goldberg, and I sat.. I fumed. I became bitter at the very mention of your name. I knew one day, some how, some way I'd do to you what you did to me.

[[ Bret smiles. ]]

Bret Hart: An old saying I once heard goes like this, "the lowest forms of human beings on the earth are cheaters and liars." Shawn Michaels, you're both of them. You are truly the lowest scum on the earth right now. I don't care if you claim to be a changed man. I don't care if you found God. That doesn't replace the fact that you never offered an apology for what you did to me. It doesn't change the fact that you screwed me over, just as I have screwed you tonight.

[[ Michaels clinches his fists. ]]

Bret Hart: Shawn Michaels, you are nothin' but a low-life son of a bitch! Thanks to you, my career was never the same. And then what happened to you? Oh, you retire with a bad back, then God saves you and you come back like a new man.. What did he do to me? A man who did NOTHING wrong? HE PARALYZES ME WITH A GOD DAMN STROKE, MICHAELS!

[[ Bret's tone has changed drastically. ]]

Bret Hart: While you come back to wrestling, winning yourself another World title.. I'm stuck trying to learn how to WALK AGAIN! HOW TO EAT ON MY OWN! I'm sitting in my bed wondering if I'll ever be normal again, and you, you son of a bitch.. You're prancing around, claiming to be changed man, when you go back to doing your same old routine. That Michaels, that MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH!

[[ Bret mans up right in Michaels' face. ]]

Bret Hart: There's so many things I've wanted to do to you, Shawn. I had a plan of what I'd do the first time I was near you, but I didn't want to go to prison the rest of my life to murdering you and dumping your body in a ditch!

[[ Huge crowd pop for murder. ]]

Bret Hart: What I did tonight was on a lesser scale than Montreal 1997, but it still felt good to ruin your chances at a big time comeback like you ruined my WWF exit. But Shawn, there's one thing I haven't got to do to you that I got to do to Vince..

[[ BRET HART PUNCHES SHAWN MICHAELS IN THE FACE! The fans have exploded as Michaels hits the deck. ]]

Bret Hart: SHAWN MICHAELS, KISS MY ASS! KISS MY ASS, MICHAELS! I AM THE BEST THERE IS, THE BEST THERE WAS, AND THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE.. I AM NOT A JOKE!

[[ Bret Hart spits on Michaels' fallen body. ]]

Bret Hart: Not that fun to get screwed over.. Is it?

[[ Bret Hart has just screwed Shawn Michaels out of the LoC World title, then proceeded to verbally assault Michaels, then laid him out with a right hand! Michaels didn't even try to fight back or block it, he just took it! Will there be any ramifications of this event on Glory next week, or is this the last we've seen of Bret Hart? What an action-packed edition  this was tonight, folks! See you next week on Glory! ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]