Cincinnati, Ohio - January 3, 2009

Pre-Show Results:
 Lance Storm d Grizzly Redwood
 Bryan Danielson d Ernie Osiris

[[ Fade Up ]]

[[ The LoC logo flashes across the screen. The Glory intro video airs. ]]

[[ Ringside. Inside the squared circle, The Standard are standing inside the ring. The fans are booing as Chris Jericho's music is playing, showing that they had just made their way to the ring right before the show came on the air tonight. Chris Jericho stands in front of his fellow stable-mates, the LoC World Championship shining brightly on Jericho's shoulder. He adjusts his suit coat, straightens his necktie, and raises the microphone Trish Stratus just handed him to his lips. ]]

Chris Jericho: My name.. Is Chris Jericho.

[[ Boos. ]]

Chris Jericho: And I am the LoC World Heavyweight Champion.

[[ He pauses, giving the fans a chance to let their voices be heard, which is nothing but deafly loud booing and insults being hurled in his direction. He shrugs off the reaction and continues. ]]

Chris Jericho: Last week, I defeated Bryan Danielson, the only Champion this promotion has ever known. I upgraded this title belt to a legitimacy Ricky Steamboat could have never imagined when he was putting the pieces in place to form this company back almost two yeas ago. I'm sure many of you have already heard.. LoC is now moving to pay-per-view, the ratings of Glory are through the roof.. The show last week did the highest numbers in LoC history.

[[ Jericho looks around at the fans in front of him. ]]

Chris Jericho: Thanks to myself and The Standard, this company is growing leaps and bounds each and every week. Thanks to Chris Jericho, this company is a money machine entity unlike any other promotion. I have single-handedly made the investors, critics, and the fans forget all about June 24, 2007. I've made people wrestling fans again. I am the true savior of this business, everything people like John Cena and Bryan Danielson want to be for this business.

[[ A hint of a smile comes across Jericho's face as he looks at the title on his shoulder. ]]

Chris Jericho: Bryan Danielson took great pride in being champion. He loves this business.. But not even Bryan Danielson could provide the shot to the arm that Chris Jericho gave it these past few weeks. This boost.. It will only steadily increase each and every week that I hold this championship title around my waist. What I did wasn't for the competitors in the back, the people in the seats, Ricky Steamboat.. I fight, I win, for myself. You people are just going to have to face facts..

[[ The fans begin throwing cups of drink and bags of popcorn into the ring at Jericho. ]]

Chris Jericho: I am the reason this business exists.. I am the reason the business was resurrected.. I am the reason the business has made it to 2009. With me as LoC Champion, it won't be too long before we overtake Solid Gold Wrestling as the top promotion in the world. You people should be thanking me, worshipping me, heralding me as your King.. But yet, you hurl your beverages and food at me.

[[ Jericho kicks a bag of popcorn out of the ring, sending kernels flying everywhere. ]]

Chris Jericho: Our cause is real. Our work is not done. This title is only the beginning. Now, with all the power in this company, our goal of eliminating all of those who stand against us WILL be seen through. The Standard's work is not finished until John Cena, AJ Styles, and CM Punk are exterminated from this company. Some may say I took the low road for striking a deal with Larry Sweeney, but that's not the case at all.

[[ Jericho shakes his head. ]]

Chris Jericho: It's called protecting your investments. It's called evening the odds. My people were barred from ringside unfairly. This allowed hooligans like Cena to come in at their own accord.. Which you saw, John Cena indeed came to the ring. It was just fortunate that Morishima came down first before Cena had the chance to cost me the match. This business agreement is simply insurance. I fund Larry Sweeney's pockets, and he, in exchange, provides myself with protection in case of e-

[[ ADAM PEACE HITS THE RING FROM THE CROWD! Pearce begins throwing people over the top rope and tries going for Chris Jericho, who shoves Tomko into Pearce's arms and once again nearly breaks his neck trying to get out of harm's way! Chris Jericho is constantly selling his fellow Standard members out to protect himself from harm! Pearce begins hitting Tomko with right hands, busting Tomko's nose with the last one! The fans are popping hard for the return of Adam Pearce from injury, thirsty for revenge here tonight in Cincinnati, Ohio! Ricky Steamboat and a referee come running down from the back, and Steamboat instructs him to enter the ring- Steamboat is creating a match right here, right now! ]]

Match One: Singles Match
 Adam Pearce vs. Tyson Tomko

[[ This wasn't really much of a match as it was a beating. Tomko is still reeling from the sneak attack from Pearce, and gets knocked down by a clothesline. He pops back up, gets kicked in the gut, swinging DDT! Pearce goes outside and clocks Christian Cage to make sure he doesn't interfere! He grabs a chair and the referee is trying to warn him not to bring it in the ring, but Pearce doesn't listen! CHAIR SHOT TO TOMKO! Tomko collapses and Pearce lays the chair under Tomko's head, KNEE DROP ON THE CHAIR! Pearce grabs the chair and begins repeatedly connecting with brutal shots to Tomko's back as the referee has no choice but to ring the bell and give this one to Tomko, but I don't think Adam Pearce even cares! ]]

Winner: Tyson Tomko via Disqualification

[[ After the match, Tomko is still getting bashed with the now bent steel chair in the back! Pearce continues, the chair shots getting stiffer and stiffer every time, the bent and broken pieces simply tearing away at the flesh on Tomko's back and shoulders. Christian Cage slides into the ring and gives Pearce the Un-Prettier, stopping the momentum. Cage begins stomping on Pearce, just repeated shots to the head and ribs. This goes on for a few moments until CM PUNK arrives on the scene! He can't get into the ring quick enough! When he gets in, he hits Tomko with a clothesline, sending him to the outside! He spins around and gives Cage a back hand, stunning him long enough to deliver a series of slaps to the face and then a big right kick to the chest! The referee slides back into the ring and calls for the bell! The Elite title match is going to take place right now it seems! ]]

Match Two: LoC Elite Championship
 CM Punk vs. Christian Cage

[[ This second match lasts a little bit longer than the previous one we just saw. Cage puts up more a fight, but the offense of CM Punk was just too much for the struggling Christian Cage could handle in this one. The slump continues as Christian struggles to find his groove in the new era of LoC. The match ends fairly academic as Punk hits the Pepsi Twist, and, for good measure, hits the PEPSI PLUNGE OFF THE TOP ROPE! He's not used it in years and it was definitely enough to pick up the victory and to retain his Elite Championship in this one! ]]

Winner: CM Punk via Pin Fall
 STILL LoC ELITE CHAMPION

[[ Christian eventually comes to from the Pepsi Plunge from the top rope and instantly begins slamming the canvass repeatedly with his fists after CM Punk is handed the Elite title by the referee, his music blasting loudly and the fans chanting in unison, "C-M-PUNK! C-M-PUNK! C-M-PUNK!" Christian Cage simply cannot believe he has lost another important match, to an enemy of The Standard no less. The loss hurts even more especially in the way that he lost so quickly. This losing streak is really starting to eat away at Cage. It seems like he can't get a win for anything, no matter how hard he tries. Chris Jericho stands at the top of the ramp, absolutely disgusted at Christian Cage and the loss to Punk. How will Chris Jericho respond to one of his teammates doing damage to the "Standard" they've set here in League of Champions? ]]

 

[[ Backstage, we see Maria standing by with Jeff Hardy, who's face and arms is covered in fluorescent white and blue paint. Maria looks a little hesitant to do the interview, but she begins anyway. ]]

Maria: Hi, I'm Maria.. And I'm scared.

[[ She frowns. ]]

Maria: I told Ricky Steamboat I was afraid of clowns ever since I was a little girl, but yet, he makes me interview one anyway!

[[ She sighs. ]]

Maria: This clown looks mean!

[[ She turns to Jeff. ]]

Maria: Are you the evil Doink the Clown?

Jeff Hardy: Maria, it's me, Jeff.

Maria: I don't trust you, clown!

[[ She tries acting brave to the "clown," as Jeff looks absolutely confused. ]]

Maria: Here's my first question..

[[ She is now putting on a snappy attitude to not show her fear. ]]

Maria: Where's your red nose, clown? You leave it in the clown car?

Jeff Hardy: Maria..

Maria: Where's your big shoes, clown? Couldn't get them through the door?

Jeff Hardy: Maria, I'm not..

Maria: Where's your flower that squirts water, clown?

Jeff Hardy: MARIA! I'M NOT A DAMN CLOWN!

[[ She looks stunned. Jeff rubs his face with his hand, furious. ]]

Jeff Hardy: It's me, Jeff Hardy.

Maria: Oh. Sorry.

[[ She shrugs. ]]

Maria: It's just, I thought you looked like a clown.

Jeff Hardy: I can tell.

Maria: Oh well.. Anyway, Jeff Hardy, you fight Tyler Black tonight, what do you think about that?

[[ Jeff rubs his hands together, thinking of his response. ]]

Jeff Hardy: I think it's fixing to be a long night for Tyler Black and the Age of the Fall after last week.

[[ He turns to Maria. ]]

Jeff Hardy: And after I stop Tyler Black from becoming United States Champion again, it'll be even better.

[[ Jeff Hardy just walks off camera immediately after finishing his sentence. Maria looks baffled. ]]

Maria: That's it?!

[[ Maria puffs. ]]

Maria: Stupid head.

[[ The scene fades. ]]

[[ In another part of the backstage area, right outside of the locker room, we see Michael Cole standing by with John Cena, who looks none to pleased to be on the show tonight. ]]

Michael Cole: John Cena, last week at Honor and Glory, you inadvertently cost Bryan Danielson his LoC World Championship after he demanded that you not to try to watch his back against Chris Jericho and The Standard.

[[ Cena stares dead ahead without showing any emotion. ]]

Michael Cole: As we all know, Chris Jericho struck a business agreement with Larry Sweeney, which provided the services of Takeshi Morishima. Since, technically, Morishima is not a member of The Standard, he was allowed.. Along with yourself.. To come down to the ringside area.

[[ Cole continues after Cena remains silent. ]]

Michael Cole: It was an obvious accident, and Danielson was noticeably angry.

[[ Cena puts his hand over the top of the microphone, preventing Cole from speaking into it any longer. ]]

John Cena: I know what happened.

[[ He looks to the camera. ]]

John Cena: And Bryan Danielson, I owe you an apology. I'll be a man and admit my mistake. I cost you the LoC World Championship. Thanks to me, The Standard gained another piece of power in this company. They gained the leverage they were lookin' for.. And it's all because of me.

[[ Cena shrugs. ]]

John Cena: Plain and simple. No excuses.

[[ He pats his chest. ]]

John Cena: Dragon, it's all on me, man. You should still be Champ.

[[ Cena looks sorrowful, regretting of his mistake. ]]

John Cena: Morishima ran down and gave you that Back Drop Driver, we were in the back watchin', and I'd be DAMNED if I sat back and let you get out-numbered by a Chris Jericho loophole. It was a catch-22. No right answer. I thought I made the right decision, and obviously, it backfired on me.. It back fired on you.. And for that, I apologize.

[[ Cena is no where near his fired up, motivating self. ]]

John Cena: I know you'll get a rematch, and I know you'll win the belt back. You don't want our help. You don't wanna' join our cause, and that's fine, Dragon. No problem. We take no offense, and we wish you the best.. Maybe one day.. I could make it up to you.

[[ Cena pauses. ]]

John Cena: As for you, Chris Jericho, keep that title warm, son.. You won't have it for long!

[[ Bryan Danielson runs up behind Cena and cold-cocks him with a forearm, sending Cena to the ground hard! Danielson stands over him, looking down at him on the ground, trying to gather his senses. ]]

Bryan Danielson: You're sorry? Huh? Sorry? That's it? You offer me an apology?

[[ Danielson stomps on Cena's hands, crushing his fingers. ]]

Bryan Danielson: I told you to mind you FUCKING business, Cena!

[[ Danielson kicks Cena in the face, busting his mouth open! ]]

Bryan Danielson: You took away the only thing I truly cared about! You cost me MY WORLD TITLE!

[[ Another kick to the face, sending Cena to the ground again. ]]

Bryan Danielson: When I told you to mind your business, I meant it.

[[ Danielson goes off camera and grabs a steel chair. He closes it up and slams Cena in the back with it! ]]

Bryan Danielson: Here's what's going to happen.

[[ He hits Cena in the head with the chair! ]]

Bryan Danielson: I'm going to cash in on my rematch clause in my contract. I'm going to win back my LoC World title I should have never lost in the first place.

[[ Danielson places the chair on top of Cena's head. ]]

Bryan Danielson: And I'm going to win back my title WITHOUT you sticking your nose in my business.

[[ Danielson raises his foot high in the air and dramatically STOMPS on the chair, sending it right into Cena's temple! Cena twitches once or twice and stops moving. Bryan Danielson has a crazed look in his eye, like a man possessed. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Because you're not going to be around to ruin it.

[[ Danielson surveys his damage, looking very satisfied! Bryan Danielson is on a vicious streak tonight! He has good reasoning not to like John Cena right now, but Cena seemed truly sympathetic in accidentally costing Danielson the World title! Danielson just has no intentions of accepting that apology at all here tonight. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Who's sorry now?

[[ Danielson smirks. ]]

Bryan Danielson: ..Prick.

[[ Danielson walks away, proud of his work, as Cole screams for medics to come to the scene and give John Cena medical attention. John Cena looks legitimately injured thanks to Bryan Danielson! He doesn't want to risk John Cena being around to cost him the title again, and he's made sure of it by eliminating Cena himself! You know Chris Jericho is loving every minute of this. The people he's wanting to eliminate from LoC for good are now after one another's throats! This only makes Jericho's job easier. ]]

Match Three: Singles Match
 Teddy Hart vs. Homicide

[[ Making his LoC debut tonight, Homicide was looking to make a great first impression. An impression was definitely made tonight as Homicide ran through one of the tag team greats in Teddy Hart. Hart gave him a run for his money thanks to his speed and high-flying assault, against a determined Homicide, that meant nothing in the long run. Homicide hit an Ace Cutter from the middle rope on Hart, and finished him off with one of the most sickening Cop Killa's ever delivered. Teddy Hart landed right on the top of the head, crushing his neck like an accordion. This allowed Homicide to cover, hook the leg, and get the easy three-count and his first of surely many victories in League of Champions! ]]

Winner: Homicide via Pin Fall

[[ After the match, Homicide grabs the microphone and paces around the ring to catch his breath as the fans are chanting his name, "HOM-I-CIDE! HOM-I-CIDE!" He nods his head along with them, and begins addressing the fans. ]]

Homicide: In case 'chu don't know who I am.. I'm HOMICIDE, DA' NOTORIOUS 1-8-7!

[[ Big pop from the fans. ]]

Homicide: I got fired from SGDubya' by that motha'fucka' Eric Bischoff!

[[ He keeps talking, only pausing to take breaths. ]]

Homicide: But 'at's fine. I'm where I fuckin' belong now.. I'm in LEAGUE O'CHAMPIONS, ARRIBA LA RAZA!

[[ The fans echo his last comment. ]]

Homicide: I'm da' wrong motha'fucka' to mess with! League o'Champions, consida' yo'self on NOTICE!

[[ Homicide spits on Teddy Hart, who is still on the mat trying to recover from the Cop Killa. ]]

Homicide: I smash gringos like this piece o'shot for FUN, yo! Imma' run through 'dis company like a hot knife through butter! I'm takin' no shit from anybody! If you get in my face, 'chu gets yo's SMASHED UP! I AIN'T PLAYIN'! I AIN'T JOKIN'!

[[ The fans are really getting behind the newest edition to the LoC roster. ]]

Homicide: I want da' biggest, baddest motha'fucka in this place! TAKESHI MORISHIMA.. I'M CALLIN 'CHU OUT, SON! I WANT YO' ASS IN 'DIS RING.. I don't care 'bout not title belt! I don't care 'bout Larry Sweeney! All's I care 'bout, is makin' people stand up and take notice.. The fuckin' 187 is HERE! BLEEEAT!

[[ He spikes the microphone on the mat like a football right after scoring a touchdown. "The Truth" hits and the fans begin cheering for Homicide as he flashes some gang signs to the camera. Homicide is in LoC, and he's definitely started off with a bang.. But how wise is it calling out the United States Champion, Takeshi Morishima? Homicide is going for the big fish in the pond right off the start! ]]

[[ The camera cuts backstage as we see SoCal Val, Rocky Romero, and Davey Richards walking through a hallway. Propped against the wall is Joey Ryan and Rhett Titus. Upon seeing Val, they push themselves off the wall and walk right over to her, immediately putting on the charm. ]]

Rhett Titus: Hey, Val, let me ask you a question.

SoCal Val: Okay.

[[ Titus and Ryan flex their biceps in front of her. ]]

Rhett Titus: Got your tickets to the gun show?!

Joey Ryan: Careful! They're loaded, baby!

[[ SoCal Val rolls her eyes. ]]

Joey Ryan: What?

SoCal Val: Juveniles.

Joey Ryan: Are your pants made of mirrors? Because I can see myself in them.

[[ Joey Ryan licks his lips and gives Val a look. ]]

SoCal Val: I'm not wearing pants, you idiot!

Davey Richards: Yeah! She's wearing a dress, you shit head.

Rhett Titus: Hey Val, I've misplaced my teddy bear.

[[ Titus frowns and slowly looks back up at Val. ]]

Rhett Titus: Will you sleep with me?

SoCal Val: Never.

Rhett Titus: Hey, Val, I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I can make your Bedrock... Or mine.. Whichever bed we end up doin' it on, ya' know? I'm not picky. I really don't even need a bed to show you that the THRUST.. IS A MUST! HA! HA!

[[ Davey steps forward in front of Val. ]]

Davey Richards: Screw you, guys! Val is a lady.. A delicate, beautiful, good smelling, honest, dependable, innocent, woman.

[[ Ryan and Titus look to one another. ]]

Davey Richards: She smells of sweet honey.. If she got caught in the rain, she would lump because she's made of sugar.

Rocky Romero: What the hell, bro?

Joey Ryan: ..Queer.

Rhett Titus: Yeah, brother, you sound like you're in love with SoCal Val. I just wanted to add a notch to the bedpost.

[[ Titus pumps his fists. ]]

Joey Ryan: I'd like to see if the carpet matches the pubes.

[[ Then, Shane Douglas comes wandering into the scene, looking around and under every object in the area. ]]

Shane Douglas: CORINO! CORINO, YOU FAT ASS FUCK! YOU GARBAGE WRESTLER! YOU FAGGOTY FAGGOT!

[[ He lifts up a trash can lid. ]]

Shane Douglas: WHERE ARE YOU, CORINO!?

[[ He puts his head into the trash can. ]]

Shane Douglas: ARE YOU IN THERE EATIN' GARBAGE AGAIN?!

[[ Douglas pulls out a half-eaten apple and shines it on his shirt. ]]

Rocky Romero: What are you doing, Franchise?

Shane Douglas: I'm lookin' for Steve Corino.

SoCal Val: He signed with SGW last week.

[[ Douglas' eyes get as wide as saucer pans. ]]

Shane Douglas: WHAT?! THAT BLUBBER-YIELDING BASTARD! THAT PINK TIGHTS WEARIN' PUSSY! HE LEFT ME HERE IN THIS ROTTEN COMPANY! FUCK HIM! FUCK STEVE CORINO!

[[ Just then, Grizzly Redwood comes walking into the scene with his small axe. He looks at Douglas. ]]

Grizzly Redwood: Hey! That's my apple!

[[ Redwood snatches it from Douglas' hand and keeps walking. ]]

Grizzly Redwood: Idiot.

[[ This comedy scene is quickly and brutally interrupted as Bryan Danielson storms onto the scene, still covered in John Cena's blood from his vicious assault earlier in the show. Danielson grabs Redwood and slings him into the wall! Shane Douglas looks stunned as he witnesses Danielson grab Joey Ryan and give him a German Suplex on the ground! Rhett Titus receives a roaring elbow for his troubles! ]]

Shane Douglas: AWESOME!

[[ Douglas reaches on the ground and steals Redwood's dropped, half-eaten apple and takes a bite. ]]

Shane Douglas: DON'T FORGET VAL! FUCK HER GOOD!

[[ Romero, Richards, and Val quickly flee the scene. This leaves Bryan Danielson and Shane Douglas the only conscious people in the area. Douglas realizes this and throws his apple at Danielson, but it misses, allowing Danielson to grab Douglas and give him a headbutt right to the bridge of the nose! Douglas clutches his nose and starts screaming in pain! ]]

Shane Douglas: MY FUCKIN' NOSE IS BROKE! OH MY CRAP! MY NOSE!

[[ Out of nowhere, Santino Marella walks through, minding his own business. He stops after accidentally stepping on Rhett Titus. ]]

Santino Marella: 'Ey, it's a me.. Santino Marella!

[[ Danielson grabs Santino by the collar of the shirt. ]]

Santino Marella: Oh, the Lordy!

[[ He closes his eyes. ]]

Santino Marella: Mama! I'm a comin' a home!

Ricky Steamboat: Enough, Dragon.

[[ Ricky Steamboat enters the scene and stands in front of Danielson, who releases his hold on Santino. Santino quickly runs off camera, exiting the area and probably the arena as a whole. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: For what you've done tonight, you should be sent packing. Since you're a former World Champion and a guy who's stayed through thick and thin in this company, this is your warning.

[[ Danielson is breathing heavily from his onslaught. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: I know you're angry.. With good reason. What you did to John Cena tonight.. Disgusting.

[[ A smile comes to Danielson's face. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: He's out, Dragon. Injured. Severe concussion. Who knows when he'll be back.. I know you're upset with him, I would be too. But this isn't how you handle things.

Bryan Danielson: I want Jericho.

Ricky Steamboat: You've laid out half of my mid-card!

Bryan Danielson: I want Jericho.

Ricky Steamboat: You've turned into a mad man, Danielson!

[[ Danielson is noticeably pissed. He backs Steamboat against a wall. ]]

Bryan Danielson: I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Steamboat. I want.. Chris Jericho.. I want.. My title back.

[[ Pause. ]]

Bryan Danielson: ..Now.

[[ He's fuming. ]]

Bryan Danielson: I want to invoke my rematch clause RIGHT.. NOW!

Ricky Steamboat: I shouldn't even let you compete in this company again, let alone get a World title shot! You're just lucky it's in your contract you get a rematch, or I'd sit you at home until all of these people return from injury, Dragon. This isn't you. The Bryan Danielson I know respects the business and those in it.. If things doesn't go his way, he fights his way back up the mountain, no matter the circumstances.

[[ Danielson is mum. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: I know Cena cost you that match, but it wasn't intentional. He was simply trying to even the odds with this whole Standard situation. He was only trying to help.. YOU. Going out and attacking him, smashing his face with a chair isn't the way to solve things at all, and it WILL NOT be tolerated!

[[ He continues, firmly. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: You want your rematch? Not tonight.

Bryan Danielson: When?

Ricky Steamboat: The first pay-per-view on the 24th of this month. "Retribution." Fitting name, right? But until then, consider yourself suspended without pay until further notice. Come back when you learn how to handle yourself like a professional wrestler.

Bryan Danielson: Screw you.

[[ Danielson scoffs. ]]

Bryan Danielson: I will not stop, I will not rest.. Until I get my title back.

[[ Danielson turns around and walks off, leaving Steamboat among Danielson's pile of devastation and destruction. We go to the ring. ]]

Match Four: LoC World Tag Team Championships
 The Million Dollar Sons vs. Rated RKO

[[ After getting called out by Randy Orton last week, Ted DiBiase Jr. and Mike DiBiase went to Ricky Steamboat to get his match made for tonight, and they got their wish. But, as the old saying goes, you have to be careful what you wish for. Randy Orton and Edge steamrolled the DiBiase brothers in this one, it wasn't even a fight. Orton and Edge, collectively known as Rated RKO, showed why the Standard is leaps and bounds better than the LoC roster by working together like a well-oiled machine with no signs of rust or miscommunication. Edge kicks Mike in the gut and hits an Implant DDT! Orton circles around him like a shark tasting blood.. Mike staggers to his feet, RKO! RKO! Ted Jr. runs into the ring and Edge spears him, allowing Orton to cover Mike DiBiase and get the three count! New Tag Team Champions! ]]

Winners: Rated RKO via Pin Fall
 NEW LoC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

[[ The scene opens up in what used to be The Standard's locker room, which is now transformed into a low-rent banquet hall that looks like it was decorated by a group of high school students right before their Senior Prom. Balloons, streamers, and big signs that read "VICTORY!" are covered all over the walls. In the middle of the room are two tables, one large one, and one tiny, tiny one. At the tiny table sits two toddler chairs, one vacated by the oversized Bobby Dempsey. Larry Sweeney is seen running around frantically. He wipes the sweat off his face with his white towel, looking visibly nervous. ]]

Larry Sweeney: They're gonna' be here any minute!

[[ He runs to one of the walls and straightens a picture frame holding a digitally enhanced picture of Sweeney and Chris Jericho together. ]]

Larry Sweeney: This is gonna' be the celebrations of all celebrations! HAHAHA!!

[[ Chris Hero, Sonjay Dutt, Sara Del Rey, Rocky Romero, Davey Richards, Eddie Edwards, and Takeshi Morishima come walking into the room, admiring all the decorations. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Who are you?

Eddie Edwards: Eddie Edwards.

[[ Sweeney looks confused. ]]

Larry Sweeney: What are you doin' here, pal?

Eddie Edwards: Uh.. You're my agent.

Larry Sweeney: You wish, bucko.

[[ Davey Richards steps forward to cool the situation. ]]

Davey Richards: No, boss, he is. You gave me the bonus money to hold from last week. You said you were gonna' use it to hire a new acquisition.. But, I decided to surprise you and hire one myself to save you the stress! This is Eddie Edwards!

[[ Sweeney rips off his sunglasses and stares Edwards down. He turns to Richards. ]]

Larry Sweeney: I was gonna' make a down payment on Bill Goldberg with that!

Davey Richards: Who?

[[ Before Sweeney is able to kill Davey, the door of the locker room comes open and in walks Chris Jericho, Trish Stratus, Christian Cage, Edge, Tomko, and Randy Orton. They are totally stunned by what they see as Larry Sweeney rushes to Jericho, shakes his hand, and begins explaining all of the surroundings. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Welcome to the victory celebration of all victory celebrations! We've got it all, daddy! We've got sushi! We've got shrimp! We've got the finest wine and the finest catered food!

[[ Edge lays down his Tag Team championship on a table and looks at the food one on of the plates. ]]

Edge: Is this fried chicken?

Larry Sweeney: Straight from Shoney's, the highest-class catering in all the land, pal!

[[ Chris Jericho looks absolutely baffled by this. ]]

Chris Jericho: You hired.. Shoney's.. To cater?

Larry Sweeney: Only the best for business meetings! HAHAHAHA!

[[ Sweeney grabs Christian and guides him to the small table where Bobby Dempsey is. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Christian, my man, here's your seat. Once you learn to be a winner, you can sit with the big boys. Until then.. You're here with Bobby Dempsey.

[[ Dempsey waves. ]]

Bobby Dempsey: Hi.

[[ Sweeney slaps Dempsey right across the face! The camera pans over, revealing Jericho sniffing the wine and tasting it. ]]

Chris Jericho: This tastes like fruit punch.

[[ Sweeney turns to Tank Toland, who has been in the back of the room this whole time wearing a chef's hat, apron, and preparing the meals. ]]

Larry Sweeney: What kind of wine did you get?

Tank Toland: My personal favorite. Boone's Farm.

Rocky Romero: That stuff's like two dollars a bottle, man!

Tank Toland: I know.

[[ Sweeney is beginning to panic, his celebration dinner already starting to bomb. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Uh.. How about some entertainment?

Chris Jericho: What, did you hire out Smokey the Bear?

Larry Sweeney: Oh man, oh man.. Even better! Ladies and gentlemen.. SOCAL VAL!

Tyson Tomko: ..Awesome

[[ Chris Hero yanks a rope and a bed sheet falls down, revealing a semi-stage with SoCal Val on it, handcuffed to a stripper pole! She's just standing there as some music begins playing. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Gentlemen, get your dollar bills ready!

SoCal Val: What am I supposed to be doing?

Tyson Tomko: ..Naked.

[[ Tomko, Rocky Romero, and Tank Toland all go right up to the stage. Val looks around like a deer in headlights. ]]

Larry Sweeney: C'mon, Val! This is your time to shine! This is your time to make some money, darlin'!

[[ He leans over to her, whispering. ]]

Larry Sweeney: You embarrass me and I'll sell you to Rhett Titus so quick, it'll make your head spin.

[[ She crosses her arms. Sweeney gets up on the stage and grabs Val's dress and begins pulling on it! She tries fighting him off, and eventually the dress tears and Val is down to her bra and panties! Davey Richards puts a plate in front of his crotch casually as everyone is stunned at what Sweeney's done. Tomko wastes no time and begins tossing one dollar bills at her. ]]

Larry Sweeney: SOCAL VAL, PEOPLE! SHE'S STRIPPIN'! FOR THE RIGHT PRICE, SHE'LL GET NAKED FOR US ALL!

[[ Sweeney quickly runs back to Jericho. ]]

Larry Sweeney: So, how about this celebration?

Chris Jericho: It's really awkward.

Larry Sweeney: Like, the good awkward?

Chris Jericho: No.. The bad one.. The only kind of awkward.

[[ Sweeney wipes his face with his towel. ]]

Chris Jericho: I appreciate the effort, Larry. I know you mean well. The Standard has a lot to celebrate, as we know own two of the four titles in League of Champions. This business agreement with have with one another worked out last week, and I hope it will continue on into the future. But there's only one condition.

Larry Sweeney: I'll fire Bobby Dempsey right now.

Chris Jericho: I have no idea who that is.

[[ Pause. ]]

Chris Jericho: This business deal.. It's just that, business. You came into our locker room, turned it into some sort of middle school dance. You hired Shoney's to cater this party with fried chicken, you served Boone's Farm wine that sixteen year old girls drink. You forced a woman to get half-naked. That's not what we're about, Larry. The Standard is about excellence. We're a symbol of dominance. We're the example that people are compared to when determining whether or not they are successful.

[[ Sweeney nods frantically, agreeing. ]]

Chris Jericho: Tonight, Edge and Randy Orton became Tag Team Champions. Last week, I won the World Championship.

[[ Jericho displays his title. ]]

Chris Jericho: I have Bryan Danielson wanting his title back, an array of new challenges to face. Larry, it's time to get down to business. If you're not as serious as we are, then maybe this deal isn't really going to work. We're here to change the business forever, and yet, here you are, still trying to push sports entertainment.

[[ Sweeney snaps as if he just remembered something. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Then let me show you my next surprise.

[[ Sweeney runs to the bathroom door, kicks it in and grabs a woman by the arm, escorting her out and into the room.. KAREN ANGLE. Sweeney brings Karen Angle up to Jericho with a huge smile on his face. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Someone wanted to personally congratulate you on winning the LoC title! HAHAHAHA!

Karen Angle: Hello, Chris.

[[ Jericho shakes Karen's hand, bringing it up to his mouth, kissing it. ]]

Chris Jericho: This is perfect, Larry.

[[ Jericho looks at Karen with a bitter look on his face. ]]

Chris Jericho: Until just now.. I had been trying to figure out the best way to get back at Kurt Angle for what he did to me.

[[ Jericho grabs Karen Angle by the back of the head. He yields a devilish grin at her, a twisted plan entering his mind right on the spot. ]]

Chris Jericho: Now I have the perfect idea.

Karen Angle: You're hurting me!

Chris Jericho: You have no idea.

[[ Jericho begins dragging Karen Angle by the hair towards the exit. The Standard follows him out the door, except for Tyson Tomko, who is still at the stage where SoCal Val is handcuffed. What is Chris Jericho going to do to Karen Angle?! It can't be good at all! Sweeney wipes his face with the towel as Chris Hero walks over. ]]

Chris Hero: Honestly, Larry, up until you brought out Karen Angle, this party was a complete disaster.

[[ Sweeney looks stunned. ]]

Chris Hero: I was embarrassed for you.

[[ Pause. ]]

Chris Hero: And myself.

[[ The camera quickly pans to the stage where Tyson Tomko is standing up, shaking more money at Val. ]]

Tyson Tomko: ..Naked.

[[ He shakes the money again. ]]

SoCal Val: Screw you!

Rocky Romero: C'mon, mami! Shake it! Let me see 'dem titties!

[[ Davey Richards quickly grabs the sheet that blocked the stage and wraps it around SoCal Val, causing groans and boo's to come from the small audience she had. Richards picks Val up in his arms and tries walking her off the stage, but she only goes a few steps until she falls out of his arms due to the handcuffs. Richards slaps his face and kicks the cuff links, breaking them in half! He looks down at SoCal Val's near naked body, and seems hypnotized. ]]

SoCal Val: What are you staring at?!

[[ He shakes it off, picks her back up, and quickly darts off with her. ]]

SoCal Val: What's that in your pocket, a screwdriver?

[[ What's with Davey Richards' growing fascination with SoCal Val? What on Earth has Chris Jericho got in store for Karen Angle that caused him and The Standard to quickly leave? Larry Sweeney cannot be happy at how poorly his celebration for Chris Jericho came across. Chris Jericho is definitely in no mood for fun and games, and with Larry Sweeney, all you really can guarantee.. Is that it'll be a circus atmosphere all the time! ]]

Match Five: #1 Contender to the United States Title
Jeff Hardy vs. Tyler Black
 

[[ This match was absolutely worthy of being the main event of the show. This was about pride being on the lone as much as a shot at the United States title is. Tyler Black and Jeff Hardy start off trading blows, neither man gaining any ground until Jeff hits a basement dropkick. This allows Hardy to go up top and hit the Whisper in the Wind for a two count! The fans are behind Hardy, chanting his name as he has to defy the odds of the Age of the Fall at ringside. Jeff goes for the Twist of Fate! Reversed! Enziguri! Black runs against the ropes as Hardy comes to his feet, springboard clothesline! One.. two.. No! So close! The fight is now going to the outside, the referee letting it go since there's so much riding on this match in terms of title contention in the division.. Jeff attacks all the Age of the Fall members, slides back inside, goes up top, BODY BLOCK OFF THE TOP ONTO THE AGE OF THE FALL! Jeff is now throwing lefts and rights at all of the members in his area, including Allison Wonderland!

The fight battles on up the ramp, Hardy punching Black every so often so he doesn't try to fight out of it. Bodyslam on the ramp! Hardy grabs a hold of the framing of the video-tron! The fans are popping, knowing something insane is fixing to happen. Jeff Hardy climbs up on the frame, SWANTON BOMB ONTO TYLER BLACK! OH MY GOD! JEFF HARDY IS DEAD! Hardy lays on top of Black, obviously hurt. The referee decides to start counting, one.. two.. th-No! How did Tyler Black kick out?! Jeff Hardy is an idiot risking his life for that move to win the match! The Age of the Fall jump Hardy and begin beating him down to allow Black time to recover from that Swanton. Whitmer and Necro drag Hardy by the hair down the ramp and toss him into the ring as Allison Wonderland tries to help Black to his feet. Black slowly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where Hardy is waiting. TWIST OF FATE! Hardy goes up top, the fans know the finish is coming.. Hardy dives off for a leg drop, ABYSS THROWS A CHAIR INTO HIS FACE! ABYSS CAME FROM UNDER THE RING WHILE THE CAMERA WAS FOCUSED ON HARDY! Black picks Hardy's body off the ground, and, to add insult to injury, gives him GOD'S LAST GIFT! The Small Package Driver just knocks Jeff Hardy even more unconscious, allowing Tyler Black to get the easy pin fall!  ]]

Winner: Tyler Black via Pin Fall

[[ After the bell continues to ring repeatedly, trying to stop Abyss from continuing his assault, referees run down and they're all immediately punished for their choice. Abyss gives Nick Patrick a Black Hole Slam that nearly sends him through the ring! Tyler Black hits one referee with the Small Package Driver, and Necro is throwing haymakers to anyone in sight! The Age of the Fall has wrecked havoc here tonight in Cincinnati, and have only grown stronger! Adding Abyss to the already impressive list of individuals in this revolution puts them over the top! MATT HARDY runs down to try to save his brother, but he enters the lion's den and has no chance of gaining any advantage! The numbers game simply makes matters worse for Matt. Necro smahes Matt Hardy in the head with a chair, staggering Matt back into SHOCK TREATMENT from Abyss! The camera shows Matt Hardy laying unconscious on the ring mat outside from Abyss and Necro Butcher's beat down, then it cuts back to the ring where Tyler Black stands over Jeff Hardy, who is out cold in his own right. Tyler Black has added legitimate depth to the Age of the Fall in the past two weeks, and this group is a deadly one.. It spells trouble for anyone who dares try to stop it's revolution. Is Takeshi Morishima next in line? ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]