Salt Lake City, Utah - January 17, 2009
Pre-Show Results: Ricky Steamboat announces that, after last week's disgusting act, Kurt Angle will get his chance for revenge next week at Retribution, as he's been added into the LoC World Heavyweight title match against Bryan Danielson and Chris Jericho! After the rampage that's been taking place in his company the past several weeks, Steamboat hopes tonight goes smoothly. Jericho, Danielson, and Angle are all three banned for laying a hand on one another. If so, the title match is canceled and Chris Jericho is stripped of the LoC World title! Ricky Steamboat says that if he had legitimate proof Karen Angle was truly dumped over that bridge, Chris Jericho would be immediately released from his contract and turned over to the authorities. He says he has an investigation ongoing. Bryan Danielson is fined $5,000 for ignoring his two-week suspension and showing up last week. Steamboat says one more problem out of the former World Champion will result in the "American Dragon" losing his job. Ricky Steamboat also announces that at Retribution, Roderick Strong and The Hardy Boyz will team up to take on BJ Whitmer, Abyss, and The Necro Butcher in a six-man, no disqualification tag team match! Match
One:
Triple Threat Match
[[ Backstage after the match, we see Rhino standing backstage conversing with Christian Cage. Rhino is in his gear, preparing for his match that is up next, and Cage is in street clothes, not yet dressed for his tag team match later on tonight against CM Punk and AJ Styles. ]] Christian Cage: Great to see you back in LoC. Rhino: It's good being back. I look forward to us having some more battles in the ring like we had last time around.. Too bad you're swept up with Jericho and those punks, Christian. You're running with a bad crowd, man. Christian Cage: We're trying to save this company. [[ Rhino doesn't buy it for a second. ]] Rhino: By throwing innocent women off bridges and smashing people's faces into cement walls? That's not saving a company, that's attempted murder. Christian Cage: You should join up with us. Rhino: No thanks. I don't want blood on my hands. [[ He looks concerned for his friend. ]] Rhino: In fact, I've been talking to Adam Pearce, and we may team together next week at Retribution against Orton and Edge. Edge: Really? [[ Edge, Trish Stratus, and Randy Orton walk into view. They look at Christian, irritated. ]] Edge: What are you doing? Christian Cage: What? It's just Rhino. Edge: You know how it goes, Christian. He's already made it clear he's not with us.. [[ Edge and Orton stare down Rhino. ]] Edge: That means he's against us. Randy Orton: So, you're gonna' side with Pearce, huh? Rhino: That's right. Randy Orton: I'm sorry. Rhino: Don't write us off so easy. If so, we'll take those titles with no effort. [[ Orton looks amused. ]] Randy Orton: Keep telling yourself that. [[ Edge turns back to Cage. ]] Edge: Locker room. Now. Christian Cage: What? Edge: You heard me. You're lucky we don't go tell Chris what you were doing. Christian Cage: It's a sin to talk to our old road buddy? This guy's made the drives in snow, ice, and freezing temperatures WITH us. Doesn't mean he's not our friend still. Edge: Yes.. It does. [[ Edge snarls at the very sight of Rhino. ]] Edge: There is no decision. You're either with The Standard.. Or you're against the Standard. And right now, it's safe to say Rhino has decided to go against us. Siding with Adam Pearce is equivalent to siding with the devil himself. I don't care if it's family, someone helping our another person, or even close friends.. If you're standing by our side, fighting for our cause.. You are THE ENEMY! [[ Edge and Rhino exchange glances. ]] Edge: And Rhino has sealed his fate for next week. Your LoC tenure is going to be a short one. It'll be over, BAM! JUST LIKE THAT, RHINO! YOU AND ADAM PEARCE ARE DONE-FOR! FINISHED! OUT OF THIS COMPANY AND OUT OF THIS BUSINESS! Randy Orton: If you leave the ring on your own accord next week, then we've failed. Edge: And failure.. Is not an option. [[ Orton mockingly slaps Cage on the back. ]] Randy Orton: Right, Christian? [[ Orton and Edge walk off as Cage starts to follow them. Rhino shakes his head, disappointed in his old buddy. ]] Rhino: I thought you were smarter than this. Christian Cage: It's a good situation. Rather be the hunter than the hunted. [[ We go to the ring as the camera focuses in on Rhino, terribly disappointed by the decisions of his long-time friend, Christian Cage. ]] Match
Two:
Singles Match
[[ In the interview section of the arena, we see Maria standing by with an infuriated Kurt Angle. ]] Maria: Kurt Angle, last week, your ex-wife was thrown over a bridge! [[ Angle bites his lip. ]] Maria: Some say she slept with the fish Tell me, Kurt, was Nemo one of them? [[ She pauses. ]] Maria: Or.. Are you mad he did it before you had the chance to? I mean, you and Chris Benoit were friends and all. I'm sure it had crossed your mind. [[ Angle closes his eyes and exhales deeply as Maria tries to keep her most serious reporting face possible. ]] Kurt Angle: Maria.. I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans. Maria: Oh. Kurt Angle: What Chris Jericho did to me last week.. What he did to Karen.. [[ Angle stops, reflecting on the incident. ]] Kurt Angle: He should be in jail right now for murder. [[ He turns to the camera. ]] Kurt Angle: But it looks like now.. I get to be his judge.. His jury.. And his executioner. Maria: Awesome! [[ Maria does a cut throat motion. ]] Maria: Off with his head! [[ She giggles as Angle completely ignores her. ]] Kurt Angle: Chris Jericho, I'm glad I'm added to the main event at Retribution. I don't care about the LoC World Championship. I only care about ripping you limb for limb. I'm going to make you hurt like you made Karen hurt. They've not found her body.. And when I get done with you next Saturday night on pay-per-view.. [[ He shakes his head. ]] Kurt Angle: They're not going to find you either. Maria: Like an Easter Egg! Kurt Angle: Bryan Danielson? Forget him. We've had our battles in the past, but this doesn't concern him. He can have the title belt if he wants it so bad.. Me, I just want to listen to Chris Jericho scream and beg for mercy as I determine whether or not he gets the opportunity to live.. To take another breath. Chris Jericho, you should have left Karen out of this. My children are at home right now, without a mother to take care of them. [[ He looks sternly into the camera, you can feel the hatred. ]] Kurt Angle: And after Retribution, your children won't have a father. [[ We go to the ring. ]] Match
Three:
Tag Team Match
[[ Tomko rolls to the outside and kicks the guardrail in frustration as Christian Cage clutches his neck in the middle of the ring from the Styles Clash and the Anaconda Vice he took that ended the match. Chris Jericho shows up at the top of the ramp, absolutely disgusted that Christian Cage has lost yet ANOTHER match. This only does damage to the namesake of the group, which is something Chris Jericho is not proud of. He's yelling at Cage from the top of the ramp, humiliated that his months of destruction is slowly being overturned by Christian Cage dropping the ball constantly. ]] [[ A pre-taped video. ]] [[ Inside a dingy hotel room late at night. You know it's in a bad part of town because all you hear in the background is police sirens. We see a bed in the middle of the room. Sitting on top of it is SoCal Val, drinking out of a bottle of whiskey. She's not sipping it, she's chugging. The camera is panned around by Rhett Titus, who looks into it. ]] Rhett Titus: Brothers and sisters, the following presentation is brought to you by "ADDICTED TO LOVE..." RHETT TITUS! [[ He walks near the bed. ]] Rhett Titus: This is the lucky gal. She's SoCal Val. And as you can tell, she's pumped to find out that the THRUST.. IS A MUST! [[ She continues chugging the whiskey. ]] Rhett Titus: What are you doing, Val? Getting loose? SoCal Val: I'm trying to kill myself. Rhett Titus: SoCal Val mingles in stand-up comedy on her days off. [[ Titus slaps the bottle out of her hand, sending it to the floor. Titus trips off his robe, revealing that he has nothing on other than his ring tights with SoCal Val's face on the back side. Val rolls her eyes, can't believing she's in this situation. ]] Rhett Titus: Joey, brother, you ready to film this? Joey Ryan: I'm ready to tag myself in. Rhett Titus: I hope you have about six hours then, because I'm fixing to go ALL NIGHT LONG! Joey Ryan: Impossible. [[ Titus flops on the rock hard bed. He grabs Val and she scoots away from him. ]] Rhett Titus: Get naked, baby. [[ She crosses her arms and doesn't move. ]] Rhett Titus: C'mon, I wanna' put my POLE IN YOUR HOLE! SoCal Val: You're disgusting. Rhett Titus: For tonight, you're mine! I paid for you fair and square! [[ Titus moves in closer. ]] Rhett Titus: I'm gonna' give you my BONE AND MAKE YOU MOAN! SoCal Val: Why do you rhyme everything you say? Rhett Titus: The ladies love it. SoCal Val: No.. No they don't. [[ Titus grabs Val's feet, removing one of her high heels. he admires her feet. ]] Rhett Titus: These feet must be tired.. You've been running through my mind all day! [[ Titus pounces on top of Val, trying to rip her dress off. She frantically fights against him. ]] Rhett Titus: This dress would look better on the floor! [[ He spins Val around on her chest and goes for the zipper. ]] Rhett Titus: I can't wait to stick it in your BACK DOOR AND HAVE YOU BEGGIN' FOR MORE! MORE! MORE! [[ VAL HITS TITUS WITH A HIGH HEEL SHOE! Titus clutches his face as Val keeps hitting him with it! ]] Rhett Titus: MY EYE! [[ Val has stuck the heel of the shoe right in Rhett Titus' eye! He falls off the bed onto his back, still clutching his eye in pain! Val tries putting her high heel shoe back on and adjusting the straps on her dress. Joey Ryan leaves from behind the camera and it falls to the ground. We see a view of people's feet now that the camera rests on the ground. Rhett Titus is rolling over as if he's on fire! Joey Ryan stops Val from leaving by standing in front of the door. ]] Joey Ryan: You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket? [[ From our view, we see Ryan stagger back against the door. The sound of someone getting slapped is heard, so apparently, Ryan just got slapped by Val right in the face. ]] Joey Ryan: If you were a booger, I'd pick you first. [[ We see Val rip off her high heel and then we hear Joey Ryan scream like a small child. Joey Ryan then collapses to the ground, holding his face very similar to the way Rhett Titus did! SoCal Val must have stabbed Joey Ryan in the eye with her high heel shoe like she did to Rhett Titus! We see the door open from our view, and SoCal Val quickly escape. ]] [[ The scene cuts off. ]] [[ We now see Davey Richards and Larry Sweeney watching the footage of the video in real time. Davey Richards looks disgusted by what he saw. ]] Davey Richards: That's no way to treat a lady. Larry Sweeney: I think SoCal Val just put their eyes out. Davey Richards: I want to kick Rhett Titus' nut sac into his stomach. Larry Sweeney: He's a top customer! [[ Davey kicks the television screen, busting the glass into pieces. Sweeney jumps in the air in terror. ]] Larry Sweeney: That's a seven-hundred dollar television! Davey Richards: And SoCal Val is a million-dollar lady you just sold to get raped! Larry Sweeney: You can't rape the willing, my man! HAHAHA! That broad had it comin'! Someone needed to loosen her up! [[ Davey looks pissed as he looks down at the television. ]] Davey Richards: I want a match at the pay-per-view next week. Larry Sweeney: Yes! That's the spirit, baby! Make that money after ya' win, and give it back to me and SoCal Val is all YOURS! ALL YOURS! Davey Richards: No. I'm not going to pay for SoCal Val. [[ He turns to Sweeney. ]] Davey Richards: I want Rhett Titus at the pay-per-view. Larry Sweeney: Hold on, chief. Do you want people to go get popcorn during the match or what? This is pay-per-view! Those disgustos, those vile fiends watchin' on pay-per-view next week won't wanna' watch that Cyclops Rhett Titus wrestle! They wanna' see stars! You won't make me any money wrestlin' in a popcorn match! Davey Richards: It's not about the money. [[ Sweeney puts his hand on Richards' forehead. ]] Larry Sweeney: You must be ill! Davey Richards: You're my agent. Make it happen. Larry Sweeney: I want an extra cut for makin' this abortion of a match happen.. I've got bigger things to handle right now! I have contract negotiations with Eric Bischoff! I'm not bringin' my people back to that place! Chris Hero and Sara Del Rey are Champions! They'll sit the bench until that stiff shows me the money! He wants Hero and Del Rey for big shows? They'll be there when we get our share! AHAHAHAHA!! Davey Richards:Take it all. I just want to kill that idiot hole! [[ Sweeney scratches his head. ]] Larry Sweeney: Two things. [[ Sweeney scratches his chin, preparing to ask Richards a question. ]] Larry Sweeney: I can have all of your earnings from this match? Davey Richards: Every penny. Larry Sweeney: And number two.. What the heck's an "idiot hole?" [[ Richards looks at Sweeney very seriously. ]] Davey Richards: Rhett Titus. [[ We go to the ring as the scene fades. ]] Match
Four:
Singles Match
[[ Tyler Black stands tall over Matt Sydal as he motions at his waist, signifying that next week, he wants a title to put around it to add fuel to the revolution's fire! A message has been sent to Roderick Strong and the Hardyz, who had to watch Matt Sydal get beaten by the leader of the League of Champions' chapter of the Age of the Fall. Next week at Retribution will be a huge pay-per-view showing for League of Champions! Tensions are at an all time high for this company and its superstars! ]] [[ Homicide is seen gathering his gear and leaving the locker room as the camera catches up with him. He looks irritated by the camera's presence, but speaks anyway. ]] Homicide: Oh, what? 'Chu want some sort o'comment? [[ Homicide proceeds to walk through the hallway towards the exit. ]] Homicide: Aight, here's one.. Attention: LARRY SWEENEY, TAKESHI MORISHIMA, SWEET N' SOUR! [[ He stops and looks to the camera. ]] Homicide: For da' left few weeks, I've ran through da' competition Steamboat's thrown in my way! I've earned my place on this roster. I've proven to be a threat to ANY champion in 'dis company right now! Morishima, you fat piece o'trash! I said I wanted da' best, and I ain't lyin', homie! I want da' biggest motha'fucka' in this place.. And guess what? 'Chu fit the bill! [[ He continues walking. The camera follows him on his right side. ]] Homicide: 'Chu gots a title match next week at da' pay-per-view. If 'chu keep that title.. Homicide's comin'! [[ He adjusts the hat on his head, cocking it sideways. ]] Homicide: Sweeney, if 'chu keep ignorin' me.. Imma' run through 'dis entire company. Da' 1-8-7 won't be ignored! [[ He looks into the camera. ]] Homicide: If I don't get a shot at Morishima... Sweet N' Sour's gonna BLEED! BLEEAATTT!! [[ He opens up the door and exits out of the building, heading into the parking lot. The door closes on the camera as the scene fades. The main event is next! Chris Jericho defends his LoC World Heavyweight Championship for the very first time! ]] Match
Five:
LoC World
Heavyweight Championship
[[ Chris Jericho taunts the fallen Adam Pearce after the match and starts stomping away on him, yelling in his face, and then spits on him. Referees enter the ring, but Jericho quickly tosses them to the side, staring down Adam Pearce, who struggles to get up to his feet. Pearce uses the ropes, trying to pull himself up, and Jericho ends that by kicking Pearce right in the face! Edge, Randy Orton, Christian Cage, and Tomko come down, and you know the trouble this spells for Adam Pearce. The Standard quickly begins laying waste to the Second City Saint. Chris Jericho grabs a microphone as the beating continues. ]] Chris Jericho: Colt Cabana, Ace Steel.. Eliminated. [[ He runs his thumb across his throat. ]] Chris Jericho: CM Punk and AJ Styles.. Well, let's just say, they're a little tied up at the moment trying to find a way to move the fork lift that's been placed in front of the door to their locker room. [[ Jericho grabs Pearce by the chin, lifting it up as Tomko and Orton holds Pearce down on the mat by the arms. ]] Chris Jericho: You've seen what happens to those who try to be heroes, Adam Pearce. They suffer. When you try to take down the most powerful entity in the history of professional wrestling, you pay the consequences. It's not a civil war as Ricky Steamboat likes to call it.. It's survival of the fittest. And right now, consider what we're doing to League of Champions the second Holocaust. [[ Jericho paces around the ring as the fans are chanting "YOU SUCK!" at him. ]] Chris Jericho: One by one, people who don't fit the mold of The Standard, who don't want to fight our fight of ensuring a future for this industry.. People who associate themselves with those who try to stop us from total domination.. [[ Jericho turns quickly to Pearce and speaks right into his face. ]] Chris Jericho: Theoretically enter the gas chamber. They get wiped from the face of the Earth. Colt Cabana and Ace Steel never will be seen in an LoC ring again. Karen Angle, her lifeless body is freezing in a river in Cincinnati, Ohio right now. John Cena is in the hospital nursing a concussion Bryan Danielson gave him.. You see, people, it's not just The Standard versus League of Champions. [[ Jericho sports an arrogant smile on his face. ]] Chris Jericho: It's now League of Champions versus League of Champions. Kill or be killed. Every.. Man.. For.. Himself. [[ Jericho kicks Pearce in the face once again. ]] Chris Jericho: I am the LoC World Champion. Randy Orton and Edge are the LoC Tag Team Champions. The Standard holds all the power in this company. The top contenders will have been eliminated totally come this time next week in Los Angeles, California at Retribution. And after that, League of Champions.. Will be ours once and for all. [[ Huge boos are coming from the fans, along with their drink cups and wads of garbage. ]] Chris Jericho: Napoleon Bonaparte was one of the greatest conquerors of all time. He nearly single-handedly took the entire continent of Europe over himself. Armies feared him. Soldiers volunteered to fight for him. He was their ruler, their king.. I consider myself the new Napoleon. I have conquered League of Champions. I have earned the respect of the people in the stands, and the fear of those in the back. The name "Chris Jericho," the legacy known as my run here in League of Champions will go down as one of the most dominant timeframes in the history of this sport.. The only thing I have that Napoleon didn't.. A legitimate army who carries their own weight. [[ Jericho grabs Pearce and slings him out of the ring to the floor below. He then turns to Christian Cage. ]] Chris Jericho: Except for one. Christian Cage, a former World Champion, one of the greatest Tag Champions of all-time. You've been an ally of mine for many years. I single-handedly chose you to be a part of this wave of destruction. I chose you to be by my side. To fight with me. To take control of this company.. To finish the job you guys couldn't do with Vince Russo by your side last time around.. And how do you repay me? [[ Jericho looks disgusted, as if the very sight of Christian Cage makes him sick. ]] Chris Jericho: By carrying yourself like a first-match rookie instead of a seasoned veteran. You're not carrying your weight. You're not earning your keep. I've heard the excuses. I've had enough. [[ Jericho slaps Cage across the face, shocking everyone witnessing the event! ]] Rhino: Enough! [[ Rhino comes charging down the ramp, microphone in hand, to a massive pop from the fans. He enters the ring and stands inbetween Cage and Jericho. Everyone is ready to pounce on Rhino at any second. ]] Rhino: Chris Jericho, you might have locked up Punk and Styles. But you left the only man you should be worried about loose! [[ Jericho does not look impressed. ]] Rhino: Your little mind games.. Your destruction.. It ends RIGHT NOW TONIGHT! [[ Rhino looks to Christian. ]] Rhino: C'mon, Christian, LET'S KICK THEIR ASSES! [[ A HUGE ovation for that suggestion. ]] Rhino: These guys aren't thankful you're by their side. You shouldn't be loyal to these pricks! [[ Rhino is immediately knocked down by an elbow from Randy Orton. Edge and Tomko stomp on Rhino and then grab him by the hair. Rhino sits on his knees, his arms and hair held, trying to get free. ]] Chris Jericho: Christian, you have a chance to earn your stripes.. To pay your dues if you will. [[ Jericho looks at Rhino. ]] Chris Jericho: I want to see Rhino's face covered with blood. [[ Christian looks gutted. ]] Chris Jericho: You bloody Rhino, a man who wants to STEAL gold from this group.. And you'll be forgiven for all of your disappointments. [[ Christian looks terribly torn on what to do. Trish comes into the ring and hands Christian the ring bell. ]] Chris Jericho: Come on, Christian. You're a part of history. This is The Standard. This is where you belong. You had no problem bloodying Colt Cabana, Ace Steel, and Adam Pearce. You showed no remorse being a part of the plan that ended with Karen Angle being thrown into the freezing waters off a bridge. I'll say it again.. Bloody the "Man Beast." [[ Christian looks down at the ring bell, in deep thought. The fans are begging him not to do it. ]] Chris Jericho: Forget the past. Forget your history with him. This is your family. Surrounding you right now is your true friends. Where was Rhino when this company came back? Where was Rhino when you where fighting for World titles in this company? Where was Rhino when you needed him the most over the past eighteen months? Christian, all of us here right now was there for you when Rhino wasn't. He's siding with people who want to harm us. This man wants to harm your best friend in the world next week, Edge! He wants to harm Randy Orton. Cut him off before he gets the chance.. We've done the same thing for you. [[ Christian clutches the ring bell tightly and then SMASHES RHINO IN THE FACE! The sound of the bell ringing is heard after the stiff shot! Christian slams it into Rhino's face once again! Again! Again! Blood is blood pouring out of the hairline of Rhino's head. Christian sends a knee to Rhino's face, busting his nose! Christian spikes the ring bell on the mat and turns to Jericho. ]] Christian Cage: Satisfied? [[ He doesn't wait for Jericho to respond. ]] Christian Cage: I hope you're happy. Chris Jericho: Oh, but I am. You wanted to be loyal to your friend.. But, you stayed loyal to this group. You showed what kind of attention-starved minion you truly are. You can try to say you didn't want to do it, Christian.. But you proved how hungry dogs truly are. You couldn't grow a set of balls and stand up for what you truly thought was right.. You wanted acceptance in this group, respect among your peers.. More than you wanted to keep Rhino satisfied. You're no better than anyone else working a nine-to-five, cutting co-workers' throats to get ahead. You proved your loyalty tonight.. But not to The Standard. [[ Jericho pauses. ]] Chris Jericho: You questioned your place in this group tonight by even associating yourself with the opposition. You know the rules, Christian. You're either with us, or you're against us. It's not a catchphrase or a motto. It's a way of life. Your one minute of doubt is all the disloyalty I needed to see. You're dealing with a pack of hungry dogs you call friends. Christian Cage: What? Chris Jericho: The Standard would like to wish you the best in your future endeavors. [[ Jericho gives a thumbs down and, immediately, The Standard begins jumping Christian Cage! Orton begins choking Christian Cage with a big chain as Tomko repeatedly punches him in the face with stiff, powerful right hands. Edge looks down at what's going on, somewhat conflicted. Jericho is quick to ensure that Edge participates in this heinous act. ]] Chris Jericho: Edge, you know what to do. [[ Edge nods. He shakes off his initial emotions and obliges Jericho and goes through with his part of the plan. He slides to the outside and goes under the ring. He pulls out a large table with barbed wire wrapped all over it. He sets it up outside and begins dousing it with lighter fluid. Edge slides into the ring as Trish lights the table on fire! The flames are so hot, you can feel it burning your face simply by watching on television. YAKUZA KICK FROM TOMKO! RKO FROM ORTON! Jericho grabs the ring bell and slams it into the back of Cage's head three times, knocking him out cold! Angle and Danielson are barred from touching Jericho! Punk and Styles have been locked in their dressing room, and Rhino has just been laid out and bloodied! There's no one to save Cage from this now! Trish smirks at Cage when Tomko lifts his head off the ground. She arrogantly blows Cage a kiss as Tomko hoists Cage on his shoulders, then into a gorilla press.. GORILLA PRESS SLAM OUT OF THE RING INTO THE BURNING TABLE! Chris Jericho grabs the microphone as he looks at the ground behind him. Edge runs his hands through his hair, amazed at what just transpired and that he partook in it. ]] Chris Jericho: Christian Cage just saw how loyal hungry dogs truly are. When it comes down to it, and one of the dogs in the pack is considering hurting another.. He's eliminated. [[ The camera pans over to Cage, who is now being treated by EMT's for his burns and cuts from the barbed wire. ]] Chris Jericho: If we'll do this to one of our own, a man we formerly considered a brother.. [[ Jericho looks deeply into the camera. ]] Chris Jericho: ..Next week at Retribution.. The streets will run red with the blood of League of Champions' best. [[ Fade out. ]] |
