St. Louis, Missouri - January 10, 2009

Pre-Show Results:
 AJ Styles d Sal Rinauro
 Tyler Black and BJ Whitmer d The Naturals

Match One: Tag Team Match
 Necro Butcher and Abyss vs. Roderick Strong and Matt Sydal

[[ Both Strong and Sydal are making their debuts tonight in LoC, and the former Generation Next teammates had their hands full early on against the new look Age of the Fall tandem. Strong and Sydal gelled early, cutting off Necro Butcher from Abyss, a wise move. Abyss eventually just enters the ring at the urging of Black on the outside, and begins running through Strong and Sydal, the referee totally unable to slow him down! Several hard chops to Strong slows the monster down after Abyss tosses Sydal so high in the air that he almost touches the lights! Strong kicks Necro in the gut, GIBSON DRIVER! Sydal goes up top, SHOOTING STAR! Tyler Black, having seen enough, runs into the ring and begins pummeling on Sydal as Necro and Abyss double team Roderick Strong. The referee calls for the bell, Age of the Fall having thrown another match away, continues their assault on these two newcomers! Black knew they were close to being beat and prevented it! ]]

Winners: Roderick Strong and Matt Sydal via Disqualification

[[ Small Package Driver on Matt Sydal, nearly crushing his neck! Tyler Black instructs Abyss to finish him off. BLACK HOLE SLAM! Roderick Strong tries to fight back with what he has left in him, but Necro Butcher sends him to the ground with a right hand! Allison Wonderland goes under the ring and gets a table, struggling to slide it in the ring. Necro sets it up as Abyss is handed a bag. Abyss opens it and spreads thumbtacks all over the table! This is definitely going to be bad news! What a horrific way to be welcomed into League of Champions! Necro goes to the top rope and Abyss grabs Sydal up and hands him to Necro.. They're going to powerbomb Sydal into the thumbtack covered table! WAIT! HERE'S MATT HARDY! Jeff Hardy is still at home, nursing his injuries from the number one contender's match last week, but Matt Hardy is here and he's fired up! "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!" chants from the fans start up as he comes into the ring and clotheslines Tyler Black out of the ring to the outside! Abyss swings, but Hardy ducks, kick to the gut, TWIST OF FATE! Matt Sydal manages to come to and HURRICANRANA TO NECRO, INTO THE TABLE! Necro rolls around the ring, thumbtacks stuck all in his arms and back! Allison Wonderland is caught trying to escape by Roderick Strong! Strong contemplates chopping her in the face, but pushes her to Matt Hardy! SIDE EFFECT! Allison Wonderland lies out cold on the canvass, and is drug to the outside by Tyler Black! It looks like The Hardyz have new allies against The Age of the Fall! ]]

[[ Inside the locker room of Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated, we see the entire gang, including those Sweet N' Sour members from Solid Gold Wrestling: Chris Hero, Sara Del Rey, and Sonjay Dutt. The gang is seated in the rows of chairs that have been set up, with Larry Sweeney yakking away on his bluetooth headset as everyone waits anxiously. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Sounds good.. Sounds good..

[[ He nods. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Yep, yep, yep.. Then it's a deal?

[[ Sweeney because cackling. His laugh echoes throughout the room, a deal apparently being struck. ]]

Larry Sweeney: My man, you're career is fixin' to leave rock bottom and go to the moon, baby! The friggin' moon!

[[ Sweeney pumps his fist. ]]

Larry Sweeney: And when your career gets to the moon, it's gonna' take a flag and slam it into the moon's surface! Then rip America's flag it's placed on the moon in 1969, rip up the Russian and Indian flags.. AND LET 'EM FLOAT INTO ORBIT, DADDY! HAHAHA!!

[[ Sweeney presses the button on the headset to end the call. ]]

Chris Hero: Did you sign him?

Larry Sweeney: Ladies, gentlemen, and Bobby Dempsey.. We're gonna' have ourselves CHRISTMAS BONUSES!!

Chris Hero: BOO YAH!

[[ Eddie Edwards raises his hand. ]]

Eddie Edwards: Christmas was over two weeks ago.

Larry Sweeney: I hate this guy.

[[ Sweeney turns to Richards. ]]

Larry Sweeney: This guy's salary is comin' from your paycheck.

Davey Richards: I get a paycheck?

[[ Sweeney ignores Richards and continues on to the next subject. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Now that I've signed the newest member of Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated, it's time to conduct some more business. Business, baby, it's boomin'! Forget this economy! Forget the unemployment rates! Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated is blowin' up like a bomb in Iraq! With all the extra dinero we're pullin'.. I've got a surprise.

[[ Sweeney rubs his hands together in excitement. ]]

 Larry Sweeney: I've went beyond the call of duty to ensure that my clients are covered in gold. Sara Del Ray, SGW Women's Champion. Chris Hero, SGW International Champion. Takeshi Morishima, LoC United States Champion. But, I see some clients of mine without title belts. That's gonna' change, daddy-o!

Eddie Edwards: Yes!

Larry Sweeney: Never, you disgusto.

[[ Sweeney looks disgusted at Edwards. ]]

Larry Sweeney: This is an environment of welcoming.. And you should just get the hell out.

[[ Edwards reluctantly gets up and walks out. Sweeney grabs Bobby Dempsey by the hair and slings him towards the door as well. ]]

Larry Sweeney: And take him with you!

[[ Sweeney slams the door and looks back to his clients. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Anyway, guys.. Our family's expandin'! I'd like to announce the formation of SWEET N' SOUR, INTERNATIONAL! And at Retribution on the 24th, I'm introducin' CHAMPIONS to this group! HAHAHAHA! It's gonna be great! It's gonna be unstoppable! AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, BABY! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Rocky Romero: AZUCAR~!

[[ Romero gets up and does his little hip swivel dance. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Morishima, Homicide called you out. He wants the biggest and the baddest in this company. Any other time, I'd have you go to the ring and crush that ham-n-egger.. But.. I think we're gonna' make Homicide sweat it out. Make 'em earn it. If Homicide wants a chance to fight you, Morishima, he's gonna' have to PAY! YOU'RE THE HOTTEST ACT IN THIS COMPANY! UNSTOPPABLE! UNDEFEATED! Homicide is some joke, low-rent gangster from Solid Gold! He doesn't deserve anything, not even his job!

[[ A knock is heard at the door. It slowly comes open as Rhett Titus comes through the opening. ]]

Rhett Titus: What has two thumbs and a big wiener?

[[ He points to himself with two thumbs. ]]

Rhett Titus: THIS GUY!

[[ Davey Richards rolls his eyes. ]]

Rhett Titus: So, Sweeney, brother, we still have a deal?

Larry Sweeney: Only if you have the money.

[[ Titus reaches into the front of his tights and pulls out a wad of cash, a roll of pennies, and two rolls of quarters, handing them to Sweeney, who reluctantly accepts it. He only takes the money because.. Well, it's money. ]]

Rhett Titus: Best $432.50 I'll ever spend.. One night of passionate THRUSTING with SoCal Val.

SoCal Val: WHAT?!

Larry Sweeney: That's right, Val! It's time you earned your keep! After last week's debacle of a strip show, it's time to quit bein' dead weight, sister!

SoCal Val: I'm not a whore!

[[ Sweeney pulls Val tightly to him and whispers in his ear. ]]

Larry Sweeney: I don't care if you leave him dead in a hotel room with a toothbrush in his mouth and a brush handle up his tail. Money is money.

[[ Richards steps in between them. ]]

Davey Richards: You're selling Val like an African slave?

[[ Everyone stops what they're doing and stares at Davey, stunned. ]]

Davey Richards: Oh, no, it's cool.. I'm from the state of Washington. None of my family owned slaves. Rocky Romero's like my BFF and he's black.

Rocky Romero: I'm Cuban.

Larry Sweeney: Sorry, Davey, it's just business. If you want Val so bad, you're gonna' have to pay!

SoCal Val: Gag.

[[ Titus sizes Val up and down. ]]

Rhett Titus: I can't wait for you to have my child.

SoCal Val: I'm sterile.

Rhett Titus: We'll adopt.

[[ Titus pauses, thinking. ]]

Rhett Titus: Which do you like better... Chinese or Nigger babies?

[[ Morishima, totally unable to speak English, even has his attention drawn to that. ]]

Rhett Titus: What? It's a real country!

Chris Hero: It's pronounced.. "Niger."

Rhett Titus: Whatever, brother. All I know is that SoCal Val and I are gonna' make a sex tape tonight! I'm gonna' call it.. ONE NIGHT IN SO CAL... VAL.

[[ Richards crosses his arms and scoffs. ]]

Davey Richards: Lame.

Rhett Titus: I'll send you a copy to watch, Davey.

Davey Richards: I'd ignore all the parts your junk is shown.

Rhett Titus: Really? Then that'll be all the parts I tape!

Davey Richards: Gay.

[[ Titus grabs Val by the wrist and shakes Sweeney's hand. Titus opens the door as Val tries refusing to leave with him. ]]

Rhett Titus: Pleasure doing business with ya', Sweeney. I'll bring her back.. Fat, pregnant.. And ADDICTED TO LOVE.. RHETT TITUS!

[[ Titus turns around, revealing SoCal Val's face airbrushed on the back of his tights. ]]

Rhett Titus: SoCal Val, baby, I've got shoulders like boulders and a cock like a rock.. Let me ask ya'.. Is it true?

[[ He plays with her hair. ]]

Rhett Titus: Red in the head.. Fire in the bed? I hope so.

[[ Titus and Val leave the room as Davey Richards looks absolutely pissed. There's no time to stay angry as Kurt Angle comes into the ring and belly-to-belly suplexes Rocky Romero! Morishima stands up and Angle sends him to the ground with a vicious head butt to the bridge of the nose! Richards falls to the ground, playing dead as Angle grabs Sweeney by the throat and slams him against the wall! ]]

Kurt Angle: WHERE'S KAREN?

Larry Sweeney: Hold up, cowboy!

Kurt Angle: I'LL REPEAT.. WHERE'S KAREN?!

[[ Sweeney is freaking out, and rightfully so. ]]

Larry Sweeney: What's it to you, Angle? She's not your wife!

Kurt Angle: ..If you don't tell me where she is or what Jericho's done with her.. I'll snap your neck right now.

[[ Sweeney's eyes go wild. ]]

Kurt Angle: I just ransacked your entire stable. Bobby Dempsey is lying in a pool of his own blood right now.

Larry Sweeney: Well, at least that's one positive thing.

[[ Angle takes Sweeney off the wall and slams him harder back against it! ]]

Larry Sweeney: FINE! FINE!

[[ Sweeney reaches into his pocket and hands Angle an envelope. ]]

Larry Sweeney: Chris Jericho told me you'd probably come find me. He told me to give this to you. What he's done with her, to her, or where she's at, Not my business! I'm just a businessman trying to get by in these tough economic times, man! It was just a business deal! Nothing more, nothing less! Just business!

Kurt Angle: I should kill you right now.

[[ Angle rips open the envelope and reads an index card. Angle reads it aloud. ]]

Kurt Angle: "The view from Karen's angle is looking down at the water."

Larry Sweeney: Sounds like your ex-wife's goin' fishin', pal! Right over a bridge!

[[ Sweeney somehow manages to smile in this intense situation. ]]

Larry Sweeney: That's what ya' get for goin' into business for yourself and humiliatin' Chris Jericho!

[[ Angle drops Sweeney and stares him down. ]]

Kurt Angle: If Chris Jericho hurts Karen.. I'll come back.. And you'll be the first one I kill.

[[ Angle shoves the locker room door open and darts out of it! Is Chris Jericho truly going to try to punish Kurt Angle for balking at joining The Standard by throwing his ex-wife into the freezing water?! There's no way Jericho could stoop to such lows! No one, no matter how sadistic or evil they claim to be could do such a thing! She has children for crying out loud! ]]

[[ Backstage, we see CM Punk and AJ Styles standing around talking. Neither man is in their ring gear as they don't have scheduled matches tonight. ]]

AJ Styles: I can't believe what Danielson did last week.

[[ Punk agrees. ]]

CM Punk: He's going about this all wrong.

[[ Punk looks around, always looking behind his back in case The Standard strikes. ]]

CM Punk: As if we had room for anything else on our plates right now. We have the Standard putting our guys in the hospital, and now we have Bryan Danielson on the warpath.

AJ Styles: And now, who knows if Cena will ever come back. They say that concussion was pretty bad.

[[ Styles shakes his head in disbelief. ]]

CM Punk: Oh, trust me, he'll be back.

[[ Punk rubs his chin, and quickly turns around when he hears a new voice entering the conversation. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Don't hold your breath.

[[ Bryan Danielson walks into the scene. He's supposed to be suspended! Punk and AJ face Danielson in fighting stances as they don't know whether or not to attack him or talk to him. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Easy, easy, easy..

[[ Danielson seems amused at them. ]]

Bryan Danielson: You don't want to be in that hospital room next to Cena, do you?

AJ Styles: Why did you do that to him, man?!

Bryan Danielson: It's obvious, Styles. I made it clear. I gave you, CM Punk, and John Cena warnings.. No interfering in my match. No evening the odds. I don't want anything to do with your little club, I don't want to hang out in your fort, and I don't want to fight your little war. All I want.. Is my title back.

CM Punk: Cena even apologized.

[[ Danielson scoffs. ]]

Bryan Danielson: No one said I had to accept it.

[[ Pause. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Sometimes, you have to be punished for what you did. Even murderers are sometimes sorry right before they're lethally injected. I had to lay out an example. You don't screw with me, my title, or my matches. Cena did all three, and he had to pay. Everyone else who gets in my way will get the same thing!

CM Punk: So, that's it? No remorse.

Bryan Danielson: Never.

[[ Danielson walks closer to Punk and taps his index finger against Punk's forehead. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Maybe you can get this through your skull, Punk. Cena knew the consequences and he did it anyway. And now, I stand here, no longer the LoC World Champion. You, on the other hand, should be more concerned with The Standard. They did send those nobody partners of yours, Ace Steel and Colt Cabana, to the hospital. I hear they're facing reconstructive surgery.

[[ Punk slaps Danielson's finger away. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Maybe they can transplant them some talent while they're at it.

[[ Danielson is oozing arrogance. Punk's fists are cinched, he's visibly holding back his anger, struggling with it for sure. ]]

Bryan Danielson: What's wrong, Punk? You want to be next?

CM Punk: You're suspended.

[[ Danielson rolls his eyes. ]]

Bryan Danielson: You think I care about Ricky Steamboat?

[[ He chuckles. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Give me a break.

[[ Punk nods, accepting what Danielson's saying. Punk then walks right up into Danielson's face. ]]

CM Punk: Then let's do it.

[[ Neither Danielson or Punk back down. ]]

CM Punk: But to paraphrase that old saying.. You send one of ours to the hospital.. I'll send you to the morgue.

Bryan Danielson: Like I'm scared. In two weeks, I'll be kicking Chris Jericho's skull in and taking back my World title.. Tonight, I'll just be making his life a little bit easier by sending TWO of his enemies to the hospital.

[[ Danielson smirks at Punk, who is staring a hole through him. Danielson steps to the side, shoulder nudging Punk as he walks through the hallway. Punk spins around, watching him leave as AJ steps back in. ]]

AJ Styles: I hope you kill 'em.

[[ Fade. ]]

Match Two: Fatal Four Way
 Davey Richards vs. Rhett Titus vs. Ron Killings vs. Homicide

[[ Davey Richards spent this entire match going after Rhett Titus for even daring to purchase SoCal Val from Larry Sweeney. Titus, a rookie in the sport, was the only target of Davey Richards the entire match. Davey never went for a pin fall, submission, or anything to try to finish Titus off, allowing Killings and Homicide to go at it. Homicide is riding a wave of momentum since debuting in LoC last week, needing to impress big time if he even wants to get near a match with Morishima like he wants. Killings puts up a good effort, but in the end, he fell victim to a big LARIAT! That could be the end of the match there, but Homicide decides to add some style points to his victory by crushing Killings with a COP KILLA! Richards has Titus on the outside against the rail, stiffly kicking him in the chest repeatedly as Homicide covers and gets the three count! ]]

Winner: Homicide via Pin Fall

[[ On the outside, Larry Sweeney is trying to get Davey Richards to stop his vicious attack on Rhett Titus, whose chest is blood red, whelps covering it. He's bleeding from his nose, a kick must've busted it open if not broken it. Davey Richards is a mad man, and there's nothing Sweeney can do to stop him! Davey pops Titus in the nuts and blows a snot rocket on him. Davey looks down on Titus, who has slumped to the ground against the guard rail, in obvious pain. "SCREW YOU! ADDICTED TO LOVE? NOT ANYMORE, LOSER!" What a terrible insult! Davey Richards has proven he doesn't have to rely on his words to run down his adversaries when he can simply kick them in the face! Larry Sweeney gets in Davey's face, asking him what his problem is. Richards side-steps Sweeney and makes his way to the back. ]]

[[ The scene now opens up inside of Ricky Steamboat's office. he is noticeably torn on how things are going tonight. The Age of the Fall has caused havoc, The Standard is threatening to murder Karen Angle. The night just isn't going Steamboat's way. His night gets even worse as Shane Douglas barges right through the door. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Franchise, not now.

Shane Douglas: YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[[ Douglas pounds his fist on Steamboat's desk. ]]

Shane Douglas: YOU LET THAT NO GOOD QUEER STEVE CORINO LEAVE!

Ricky Steamboat: He signed a deal on his own. We couldn't reach an agreement. All the contracts originally signed in 2007 are now beginning to expire. I've been frantically trying to resign as many guys as I can.

Shane Douglas: I WANT OUT!

[[ Steamboat exhales a sigh. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Sorry, Shane. When you signed in March of 2007, you were so excited I picked you up, being former tag team partners and all, that you demanded to be signed to a ten-year contract with a fifty year no-compete clause. You said, "I want to die in an LoC ring. Literally."

[[ Douglas slaps his forehead. ]]

Shane Douglas: FUCK ME!

[[ Douglas tries to recover. ]]

Shane Douglas: FINE! THE FUCKIN' FRANCHISE IS ON STRIKE!

[[ Pause. ]]

Shane Douglas: ALSO! YOU'LL BE STUCK WITH ME FOREVER! I'M NOT GONNA' DIE! EVER! I'M MORTAL!

Ricky Steamboat: You mean "immortal?"

Shane Douglas: MAYBE!

[[ Douglas turns around and goes for the exit as Adam Pearce makes his way in, and steps to the side, allowing The Franchise to storm out, hurling profanities in the process. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Thank goodness, someone normal to talk to.

Adam Pearce: Mr. Steamboat, I'm here to ask for something I don't think I deserve.

Ricky Steamboat: After the beating you've taken, you've earned a lot, Adam.

[[ Pearce nods, his black eye still somewhat visible. ]]

Adam Pearce: I know Chris Jericho has a big defense in two weeks against Danielson and Angle. But I want him next week.

[[ Steamboat looks on in interest. ]]

Adam Pearce: What the Standard did to me, Cabana, and Ace Steel.. Uncalled for. What they're going to try to do to Karen Angle tonight, inexcusable. Mr. Steamboat, I want a shot at Chris Jericho and his World title. Someone has to put a stop to The Standard, and that's not gonna' happen unless the snake gets its head chopped off.. And I want to be the man to do it.

Ricky Steamboat: I agree.

[[ Steamboat leans back in his chair, contemplating. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: I'll do you one better.

[[ Steamboat leans forward in his chair. ]]

Adam Pearce: At Retribution, you find yourself a tag team partner, and you can fight Randy Orton and Edge, two of the main guys who injured you and your friends, for the Tag Team titles.

Adam Pearce: I like the sound of that.

Ricky Steamboat: But that's not all.

[[ Pearce cocks an eyebrow. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: That's if you're not defending the LoC World Championship at Retribution if you beat Chris Jericho for the belt next week in the main event of Glory.

Adam Pearce: Thank you, Mr. Steamboat.

Ricky Steamboat: Do me proud.

[[ The two shake hands. Pearce looks genuinely honored by the big chance Ricky Steamboat has given him over the course of the next two weeks! The Standard has a lot of people gunning for them now! More now than ever. ]]

Match Three: Singles Match
 Eddie Edwards vs. Adam Pearce

[[ Eddie Edwards is making his LoC in-ring debut against the returning Adam Pearce. Pearce made short work on Edwards, wanting to set an example for Chris Jericho and The Standard that he is not one to be messing with. After a big diving splash from the top rope, Pearce finishes the match with all things.. A Piledriver. One, two, three! And just like that, Adam Pearce makes quick work of the newest edition to Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated. ]]

Winner: Adam Pearce via Pin Fall

 

[[ Adam Pearce celebrates inside the ring as the camera quickly cuts backstage as something is going on. We see Kurt Angle storming through the backstage area, headed towards the exit of the arena. AJ Styles, Jim Cornette, Ron Killings, Jay Lethal, Rhino and Ricky Steamboat all try standing in front of Angle to talk him out of leaving. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Kurt! You're not in the right mindset right now! Don't go after them!

[[ Angle grabs Jay Lethal and slings him out of the way, sending him crashing into several crates that props and the set goes into. ]]

AJ Styles: C'mon, man! This is a set-up!

Kurt Angle: I don't care.

AJ Styles: This is suicide!

Kurt Angle: They're fixing to throw my ex-wife off a bridge, AJ!

[[ Angle elbows Rhino off of his arm, getting free. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Kurt, listen, I'll call the authorities and handle everything.

[[ Angle grabs Steamboat by the shirt collar and slams him against the wall! ]]

Kurt Angle: Your handling of The Standard so far is the reason we're in this situation! This is all your fault!

[[ Styles and Rhino quickly try to pull Angle off Steamboat. ]]

Kurt Angle: Steamboat, you were a hell of a wrestler.. But as an owner.. You're terrible.

[[ He adjusts the jacket he has on after it has been pulled and tugged on. ]]

Kurt Angle: I don't care if it's a set-up or what. I HAVE to go.

[[ The group trying to prevent him now gives him some room. ]]

Kurt Angle: And if I find Jericho or ANY member of that group..

[[ Angle grimaces thinking of what he's going to do to them. ]]

Kurt Angle: They're dead.

[[ Angle turns to Steamboat. ]]

Kurt Angle: The blood's on your hands.

AJ Styles: Good luck then.

[[ Angle maneuvers his way through the crowd and kicks open the door under the exit side, marching to his vehicle. Kurt Angle is seemingly on a suicide mission in an attempt to save his ex-wife! Chris Jericho and The Standard have definitely taken things to a drastic extreme in an effort to get revenge on Kurt Angle! This is not the way to handle these kinds of situations! ]]

[[ In the backstage area of the arena, we see Michael Cole standing by with Rob Van Dam. ]]

Michael Cole: Rob Van Dam, up next, you get a shot at the United States Championship against Takeshi Morishima.

[[ RVD nods. ]]

Michael Cole: So far in LoC, your run hasn't yielded the greatest of results.

Rob Van Dam: Yeah, bummer.

[[ RVD shrugs. ]]

Rob Van Dam: But hey, what can ya' do, right?

[[ Van Dam looks nonchalant about it all. ]]

Rob Van Dam: Everyone hits a slump.. The thing to do is to not give up, dude.. And that's exactly what [Points to himself] ROB.. VAN.. DAM.. Plans on doin' tonight against Morishima. He's a big dude, but it's cool, everything pails in comparison to The Whole F'N Show!

[[ Rob Van Dam's confident is always there. ]]

Rob Van Dam: In life, when you hit a streak where you can't get laid.. What do you do?

[[ Cole looks puzzled, but gives it a shot. ]]

Michael Cole: Turn to prostitution?

Rob Van Dam: That's weird, bro.

[[ Cole's face turns red with embarrassment. ]]

Rob Van Dam: When you're in a slump with the ladies, you find the ugliest, fattest chick.. And you do your work. It's called a "slump-buster."

[[ RVD smiles and points to himself. ]]

Rob Van Dam: And that's exactly what ROB.. VAN.. DAM.. Will do tonight, dude. I've got a match with the ugliest, fattest dude on the roster. And tonight, the slump R-V-D's in, gets BUSTED! And on top of that.. I'll get to add a belt to my waist.

[[ RVD gives Cole two thumbs up. ]]

Rob Van Dam: Win-win-win, right?

Michael Cole: What's the third "win?" Beating Morishima and winning the United States Championship makes two.

Rob Van Dam: Duh, Cole.

[[ Van Dam points to himself. ]]

Rob Van Dam: I'm ROB.. VAN.. DAM!

[[ RVD turns to the camera. ]]

Rob Van Dam: And that's a win in itself, dude!

[[ Rob Van Dam versus Takeshi Morishima is NEXT! ]]

Match Four: LoC United States Championship
Takeshi Morishima vs. Rob Van Dam
 

[[ Rob Van Dam tried hitting all of his usual offense, but none of it was able to make much of a dent in the angry Morishima! Morishima is fuming from getting head butted by Kurt Angle earlier in the night, and took his frustrations out on Mr. Saturday Night. Morishima hits a sidewalk slam on RVD, picks him up, clubs RVD in the face with several stiff, lefts and rights, then finishes RVD off with the Back Drop Driver for the easy one, two, three! Morishima steamrolls through another top challenger! ]]

Winner: Takeshi Morishima via Pin Fall
 STILL LoC UNITED STATES CHAMPION

[[ The newest LoC interviewer, Leticia Cline, is standing in a dimly-lit portion of the backstage area with Tyler Black, BJ Whitmer, Allison Wonderland, Abyss, and the Necro Butcher. ]]

Leticia Cline: Hey, LoC fans! I'm Leticia Cline

[[ She continues introducing herself. ]]

Leticia Cline: I'm the newest interview-

[[ Black rips the microphone out of her hand. ]]

Tyler Black: Your job is done.

[[ Abyss presses his chest against the side of her. She's starting to panic. ]]

Tyler Black: I'd suggest that you leave.

[[ She quickly scurries out of the scene as Tyler Black takes control of the segment. ]]

Tyler Black: Tonight, the Age of the Fall tied making examples out of Roderick Strong and Matt Sydal. When the going got too tough for them, they tucked their tails.. And they left Solid Gold Wrestling.

[[ Whitmer begins popping his knuckles. ]]

Tyler Black: Tonight, the new army of Age of the Fall was going to show them.. Cowards do not prosper.

[[ Black shakes his head, disgusted. ]]

Tyler Black: Yet, who, once again, ruins our party? Matt Hardy.

[[ The fans in the arena can be heard cheering for Matt Hardy. ]]

Tyler Black: Jeff is at home, licking his wounds from last week. His sacrifices were for NOTHING! Now, Tyler Black is fixing to be the one wearing singles gold after Retribution. The task in front of me is giant.. But I have a plan. That plan will come into full effect at Retribution in two weeks.

[[ Quickly casting that to the side, Black goes back to his original focus. ]]

Tyler Black: Matt Sydal, Roderick Strong.. You got bailed out tonight. You were saved by Matt Hardy.. But what you don't realize.. NOTHING SAVES! NOTHING CAN SAVE YOU FROM THE AGE OF THE FALL!

[[ The camera zooms in. ]]

Tyler Black: When we have someone in our crosshairs, we get taken out. Matt Hardy only prolonged the massacre. You want to come to League of Champions were it's safe.. Bad decision. This company belongs to the Age of the Fall. Matt Hardy isn't your savior. Matt Hardy.. Only made things worse.

[[ Abyss slams his fist into his right palm. ]]

Tyler Black: Doomsday is coming.

[[ Fade. ]]

Match Five: Singles Match
 CM Punk vs. Bryan Danielson

[[ This will go down as the best match in the new era of League of Champions. CM Punk and Bryan Danielson have no real hatred for one another, but this entire Standard situation has frustrated all parties involved enough to where seemingly everyone is at one another's throats. Danielson and Punk trade stiff blows, with Danielson knocking Punk to the ground and trying to apply the Cattle Mutilation to no success! Punk kicks Danielson, PEPSI TWIST! One, two, no! Almost a three count! The scrapping between the two leads to the referee getting knocked down. Punk ducks one elbow but gets hit with another! Danielson gets a chair, PUNK KICKS IT INTO DANIELSON'S FACE! Punk grabs Danielson off the mat, GO TO SLEEP! DANIELSON REVERSES! MMA ELBOWS! THE ELBOWS ARE KNOCKING PUNK SILLY! CATTLE MUTILATION! The referee revives long enough to see that CM Punk is unconscious, calling for the bell! ]]

Winner: Bryan Danielson via Submission

[[ Danielson rolls over the Cattle Mutilation and locks CM Punk's arm behind his knee and looks around at the fans, who are giving it to Danielson, wanting him to stop and not hurt Punk. Danielson raises his elbow, drawing a rise out of the fans in attendance! He's going to smash Punk's head with the MMA elbows to make an example out of him like he did to John Cena! If Danielson keeps this up, The Standard will have no one nipping at their heels BUT Bryan Danielson! Before Danielson can hit the first elbow, AJ Styles comes sliding into the ring and shoves Danielson off Punk, screaming at him. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, DRAGON?!" Danielson just smirks at AJ being so upset. Danielson gets up off the mat, gives Styles the middle finger and says, "SCREW YOU!" Danielson exits the ring and goes to the top of the ramp and screams, "BEST.. IN THE WORLD!" Bryan Danielson is on a tear! No one on either side of the fence is safe from the former LoC World Champion! ]]

[[ Immediately the feed cuts to a vacant bridge in bitterly cold wind on a cold, snowy winter night in Cincinnati. A black Lexus car pulls up to the bridge and the door opens on the driver's side, the car still running. Kurt Angle jumps out and looks around, making a complete circle, making sure no one is going to jump him from behind. ]]

Kurt Angle: WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH?

[[ Angle is ready for action, keeping an eye on his surroundings. ]]

Kurt Angle: SHOW YOUR FACE! ANY OF YOU!

[[ Every pop, crackle, or noise made makes Angle jump, making sure he's prepared for whatever is coming his way. No one but Angle is visible in the area, making his cautious. ]]

Kurt Angle: GIVE ME KAREN, NOW!

[[ He keeps looking. ]]

Kurt Angle: C'MON JERICHO! C'MON YOU PIECE OF SHIT! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND ME! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!

[[ Angle walks to the rail on the bridge. There, a red ribbon is tied around it, a white envelope is attached, blowing in the cold wind. Angle grabs the envelope, rips it open, and pulls out a note card inside. ]]

Kurt Angle: What's this?

[[ He reads it out loud. ]]

Kurt Angle: Look down.

[[ Angle quickly drops the envelope and lunges towards the protective barrier on the bridge and looks down. The camera pans over, revealing a shot of the water where it's rippling as if someone has just jumped in from the bridge! Did Chris Jericho really go through with his threat of throwing Karen Angle off the bridge! This has gone too far! This is no way to handle things! Chris Jericho and The Standard has just drowned Karen Angle! ]]

Kurt Angle: THAT SON OF A BITCH!

[[ Angle screams down at the waters. ]]

Kurt Angle: KAREN!

[[ Angle spins around to be greeted by Chris Jericho, who is holding a baseball bat. ]]

Kurt Angle: You mother fucker.

[[ Jericho only smiles a sadistic smile. ]]

Chris Jericho: Goodnight, Kurt.

[[ BAM! Chris Jericho levels Kurt Angle with the baseball bat! Angle falls backward against the protective rail of the bridge, and then to the ground. Kurt Angle is totally unconscious from the shot with the baseball bat. Chris Jericho drops the bat after admiring his work. Satisfied, he turns around, slaps his hands together, dusts his shoulders off, and proceeds to walk to a waiting limousine. The driver is standing by the door and opens it at Jericho gets near. Jericho takes one last look at his carnage, gets in the limousine, and it quickly speeds away as Glory goes off the air! Oh my God, Chris Jericho has gone off the deep end tonight! This is the point of no return! ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]