Tokyo, Japan - February 14, 2009
Pre-Show Results: It was announced earlier in the day on the League of Champions website that the main event of tonight's show was going to see Chris Jericho defend the LoC World Championship against Tyler Black, and there must be a legitimate winner, no throwing the match. This match is a part of a double main event that will also see Kurt Angle and CM Punk challenge for the LoC World Tag Team Championship against Randy Orton and Edge. After Christian Cage's attack of newcomer Claudio Castagnoli, Cage and Castagnoli will go one-on-one next week to give Castagnoli a week to recover from the neck injury he sustained. Ricky Steamboat said Bryan Danielson is fortunate he doesn't go through with the six-month suspension for costing John Cena the victory in their tag match last week. Steamboat says Danielson's "accident" argument is weak, but Danielson is on thin ice, gaining a second strike. Steamboat says a third strike will make Danielson's LoC life a living hell. Booked tonight in a Hardcore Rules match is Jeff Hardy taking on The Necro Butcher.
Also announced
was the tentative line-up for
"Tokyo Turmoil":
LoC Elite Championship
SGW International Championship
Match
One:
Sweet N' Sour International Tag Team Championship
[[ After the match, Tyler Black, Abyss, the Necro Butcher, and Allison Wonderland fill the screen. The Age of the Fall members are standing together in a dimly lit part of the arena, possibly even in the basement. The only thing we can really make out is the Elite Championship shining, rest on Black's shoulder. ]] Tyler Black: Once again, League of Champions management goes beyond the call of duty to give Age of the Fall the best of accommodations. [[ Black smirks. ]] Tyler Black: As Elite Champion, this gives us the opportunity to have our voice heard! As Elite Champion, I should be treated as a champion, yet, I'm treated like a non-contracted enhancement talent. Even Grizzly Redwood gets to use the locker room, and HE'S NEVER WON A MATCH! [[ He pauses. ]] Tyler Black: And that's fine. No problem. Because after tonight, that all changes. [[ Black slaps Necro Butcher on the chest. ]] Tyler Black: The Necro Butcher is up next against Jeff Hardy. Once he wipes that freak off the face of the earth, it'll be my time to shine in the main event against Chris Jericho for the World title. Chris Jericho, our groups have reached an understanding.. Thanks to a common cause.. A common enemy. But tonight, all bets are off. I NEED the LoC World Heavyweight Championship. The Age of the Fall NEEDS the LoC World Heavyweight Championship. As World Champion, WE CANNOT BE IGNORED! I WILL BE THE FOCAL POINT OF THIS COMPANY! [[ The camera zooms in. ]] Tyler Black: And my voice will be heard.. The revolution will grow! The message will be spread! [[ Allison Wonderland nods, rubbing Black's chest. ]] Tyler Black: I know the Age of the Fall has had a few rocky weeks lately. I know there's other business I have on my plate, and that will be dealt with at another time. Tonight's World title match is my only focus. What Jimmy Jacobs couldn't do in SGW, I'll do in LoC, and give this revolution a shot in the arm it needs. Jericho, no deals to be made tonight to switch finishes.. One-on-one we fight, winner takes home the biggest prize in the business. [[ Black points to his vacant shoulder not being covered with a title belt. ]] Tyler Black: I have an extra shoulder to carry the title on. I will become the first man to hold two titles in League of Champions. I'll do Age of the Fall proud! As World Champion, League of Champions is soon to face dark days. This movement is looking to a catalyst, and me unseating you, Chris Jericho, as World Champion.. Is exactly what we're looking for. [[ Black looks around at his surrounds. ]] Tyler Black: Soon enough, Age of the Fall will no longer be treated as the bastard child of LoC, and it'll be instead be the saving grace this company, its fans, and its employees need. This society is going to rubbish. Hypocrisy fills the locker room. Once I become World Champion.. The Age of the Fall's message will save! STAND UP! BE COUNTED AMONG US! FIGHT FOR THE CAUSE LIKE I DO! LIKE WE DO! [[ The camera zooms in even tighter. ]] Tyler Black: Age of the Fall. [[ Pause. ]] Tyler Black: Chris Jericho, the war.. Is waiting. [[ Fade. ]] Match
Two:
Hardcore Match
[[ The fans cheer loudly as Jeff Hardy's music hits and he celebrates in the middle of the ring after a hard-fought victory. Hardy climbs to the top of the ladder that he used to hit the Swanton Bomb on in the middle of the ring, raising his arms in victory high above the fans. Necro rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs. HERE COMES ABYSS! Abyss charges into the ring and shoves the ladder to the side, causing Hardy to fall off the top! ABYSS CATCHES HARDY IN MID-AIR BEFORE HE HIT THE GROUND! HOW DID HE DO THAT! Abyss immediately turns the catch into a spinning BLACK HOLE SLAM! Abyss grunts and makes his arms into an 'X' as Hardy withers on the ground. Abyss isn't finished. He grabs Hardy by the hair, hoists him on his shoulders, SHOCK TREATMENT! JEFF HARDY IS OUT! ]] [[ Backstage, we see Michael Cole standing by with Christian Cage, in his ring gear and ring jacket with the hood up over his head, definitely in no mood to be talking to a camera. ]] Michael Cole: Christian Cage, thank you for taking the time to talk. The last few weeks have definitely been weeks to forget. Bloodied your best friend, turned on by The Standard, blacklisted from the locker room.. And to top it off, you were dumped outside by several members of the locker room for attacking newcomer Claudio Castagnoli, a man you'll fight next week! [[ Christian looks down at the ground and nods. Finally, he raises his head up, shoving the hood off his head and looks into the camera. He looks like a broken man who hasn't slept much. His normal stubble is now a full blown beard. ]] Christian Cage: To say I'm in a crappy situation is an understatement. All I want is a place to change into my gear and to come back without my gear bag being thrown into the hallway.. And without it being defecated in. [[ He shakes his head. ]] Christian Cage: It's not so much that I'm concerned about being accepted. I'm a two-time World Champion, Cole. I main evented the first super show in the first LoC title match! Without Christian Cage, there would be no League of Champions. Right now, I'm on a path to redemption. I have to redeem myself.. Not for the guys in the locker room, but for myself. I'm a main event player. I'm the "Instant Classic," and dammit, I demand to be treated like it! For the last few weeks, I've been picking up a few wins. I'm getting back on the right path, but no one even cares. [[ Pause. ]] Christian Cage: I guarantee this.. Soon enough, Christian Cage's gonna' get everyone's attention. Captain Charisma's fixing to win back the respect of the guys backstage and the fans in attendance. The Instant Classic is comin' back to take what's rightfully his! And that's the MAIN EVENT! The true Champ, is en route to greatness... And there's no one who can stop me. [[ His confidence slowly builds. ]] Christian Cage: Sure, right now, I'm looked at as some sort of laughing stock. The boys are throwing me out of the locker room and beside a dumpster. That's fine. I'm going to knock them off one by one until they realize what they've done. All these newcomers to LoC are coming into the locker room and getting greeted with open arms! Then you have guys who's not even had a cup of coffee in LoC defending the locker room? No way. Not on my watch! Claudio Castagnoli's going to get his next week. [[ He looks into the camera. ]] Christian Cage: Jericho, I've not forgot about you. That wasn't where the story ends once and for all. I hear you guys have a ten-man elimination match at Tokyo Turmoil. Who knows, maybe I'll show up and let my presence be felt. As soon as I get these jokes off my back like Jerry Lynn, I'm going to be a thorn in your side, Jericho! You have not seen the last of Christian Cage! [[ Jerry Lynn comes into the scene and shoves Cage against a wall. ]] Jerry Lynn: WHAT THE HELL, BRO?! [[ Cage looks stunned Lynn even shoved him. ]] Jerry Lynn: ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY DEDICATION TO LoC?! Christian Cage: I'm questioning your role as designated locker room leader. Jerry Lynn: When slime like you keeps on siding with Chris Jericho and Larry Sweeney, someone has to stand up and take control! I'm a veteran of this sport! I've earned respect! You, you've thrown all the respect you've earned away, dude! You want the locker room to accept you after all that time with Jericho? Huh? Fine. Earn it! Earn the respect! [[ Cage has his fists balled up, ready to ruin Lynn at any moment. ]] Jerry Lynn: Next week, you fight Claudio. Beat him and you can meet me in the ring at Tokyo Turmoil. If you can fight me like a man and beat me, then you'll have my respect. Christian Cage: I don't want your damn respect! But, fine, I have no problem extending my win streak at Tokyo Turmoil against you. After I take out you and Claudio, I'll walk into that locker room and let people know Christian Cage is back! You keep yapping about one last run left in your tank? Funny. Come Tokyo Turmoil, that tank will be EMPTY! Jerry Lynn: Bring it. Christian Cage: It'll be nice getting you guys off my case, wanting to use me to make a name for yourselves. I have bigger fish to fry. I have main events to be in and title belts to win. Two things you'll never do. [[ Cage smirks and walks off camera with a little bit of a swagger to himself now, leaving Jerry Lynn behind to fume on what Cage said to him. Can Christian Cage bounce back fully, earn the respect of the locker room, and get revenge on Jericho? ]] Match
Three:
Four Corner Mayhem
[[ Davey Richards is stunned that Chris Hero just stole his pin after the DR Driver. Hero raises his arms in the air as Sweeney runs circles around him, celebrating himself. The rest of Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated enter the ring as Richards looks totally bummed out his winning streak as of late has come to an end thanks to his own teammate! Larry Sweeney grabs a microphone and slaps on it, creating a loud thud, causing the fans in attendance to cover their ears. ]] Larry Sweeney: YESSSSS!!! YESSSSSSS!! CHRIS HERO, BABY! CHRIS HEROOOO!!!! [[ Hero stands in the middle of the ring staring down his SGW International championship. ]] Larry Sweeney: You fans have seen once again what Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated is capable of! You bozo clowns have witnessed first-hand.. THE DOMINANCE OF LARRY SWEENEY'S CREW TONIGHT! [[ Romero, Edwards, SoCal Val and Sweet N' Sour International applaud. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey, buddy, I know you're bummed.. [[ Richards puts his head down as Sweeney quickly slaps him on the back. ]] Larry Sweeney: You've been like a lion lately, baby! You've lived up to that tag team name you and Eddie Edwards go by. You truly have been an American Eagle! [[ Richards leans into the microphone and depressingly speaks. ]] Davey Richards: ..Wolf. We're the American Wolves. Larry Sweeney: That's what I said! [[ Sweeney quickly skips over it and continues on his promo. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey Richards, if we overlooked Morishima, KENTA, Marufuji, Sara Del Rey, and Chris Hero.. You'd be my top client. [[ Sweeney smiles wide. ]] Larry Sweeney: You've been a beast these past weeks! And I think it's time Davey Richards is rewarded! AHAHAHAHA! TO THE VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS, AND THE CASH TO HIS AGENT! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! [[ Sweeney reaches into his pocket and pulls out five one-hundred dollar bills. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey, I was gonna' schedule you a World title match or even an Elite title match, but I think I found somethin' you'd rather have.. Somethin' no one else in the ring outside of Rocky Romero has had... That we know of. [[ Sweeney laughs. ]] Larry Sweeney: You've had your eye on somethin' ever since December. And as the old sayin' goes.. Good things come to those who wait! Davey Richards, tonight's YOUR NIGHT! Tonight, YOU WIN THE TOP PRIZE IN LEAGUE O'CHAMPIONS, PAL! RIGHT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS RING! And once you cash in on the prize, oh man, you're gonna' LOVE LARRY SWEENEY LIKE YOU NEVER HAVE BEFORE! [[ Sweeney grabs SoCal Val by the arm and drags her to the center of the ring. He flashes the five-hundred dollars in front of her and then stuffs it into her cleavage! She sadly nods and puts her head down as Sweeney rips the shoulder straps off of her dress and begins ripping the dress right off of her! Flashbulbs from the crowd go off one after another, wanting to get a glimpse of this. Finally, SoCal Val has been stripped down to her bra and panties, now in tears. ]] Larry Sweeney: ON YOUR BACK, SLUT QUEEN! [[ Val collapses her face into her hands in tears. Sweeney laughs at the site until Richards steps in between the two, begging Sweeney to stop. ]] Larry Sweeney: THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, DAVEY! AND TONIGHT, I GIVE IT TO YA'! SOCAL VAL, NUDE, VULNERABLE, WANTIN' SOME DAVEY RICHARDS! THIS IS MY GIFT TO YOU! FREE OF CHARGE! [[ Sweeney turns back to Val. ]] Larry Sweeney: Now.. If I didn't stutter, I think I said.. ON YOUR BACK WHERE YOU BELONG! [[ Val reluctantly gets down on the mat on her back, crying. Richards is now in between a rock and a hard place. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey Richards, brother.. NAIL THIS TRAMP! [[ Sweeney jumps in the air as Richards goes to his knees beside Val. Sweeney is loving it as Richards looks down at Val and whispers to her something that is barely audible, "I'm sorry." Richards grabs Val by the hips, staring down her body. ]] Larry Sweeney: LOOK AT THOSE BREASTS! LOOK AT THAT BODY! PUT A BAG ON THE FACE AND YOU HAVE A TEN! A PERFECT TEN I SAY! [[ Richards grabs Val's legs and spreads them at Sweeney begins laughing. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey Richards.. SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS IF YOU PUT IT IN HER BUTT AND GO MUDDIN', BABY! [[ Richards begins lowering the underwear of Val, but stops before they go down much past her hips. He rolls out of the ring, shaking his head. He's unable to do that to Val, and he gains the respect of the fans. Sweeney leans over the top rope after him. ]] Larry Sweeney: GET BACK IN HERE! THIS IS MY GIFT TO YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU ACCEPT IT?! GET BACK IN HERE! [[ Richards shakes his head. ]] Larry Sweeney: Davey, if you need some "help," I've got a bottle of Viagra in my pocket. You need rubbers? Huh? If she gets pregnant, we'll throw the kid in the dumpster and drown Val in the ocean! It's nothin' we can't fix! [[ Richards looks like he's seen a ghost as Val is trembling on the mat. Sweeney rips off his suit coat and throws it to Del Rey. He tosses his sunglasses on the ground and begins wrestling with his belt buckle and zipper, trying to undo both at the same time as if he has four arms. ]] Larry Sweeney: FINE! FINE! FINE! THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!? THIS IS THE RESPECT YOU SHOW ME?! FINE! RICHARDS, I'M FIXIN' TO DO SOMETHIN' YOU SHOULD'VE ALREADY FINISHED! I'M GONNA' BANG SOCAL VAL! I'M GONNA' DO IT BAREBACK! NO PROTECTION! AND IF SHE'S PREGNANT AFTERWARDS.. [[ He pauses, milking it as he now has his pants off, revealing black boxer shorts with gold and green dollar signs all over them. ]] Larry Sweeney: I'LL NEVER PAY CHILD SUPPORT! AHAHAHAHA!! THE KID'S ON HIS OWN FOR COLLEGE TUITION! AHAHAHAHA!!! [[ Sweeney, dress shirt, vest, and all, does a belly flop on the ground on top of Val and begins forcing himself on her as she keeps fighting him away! The fans are now booing this act of rape as that slime ball Sweeney is beginning to have his way with the helpless SoCal Val! ]] Larry Sweeney: I WONDER IF THE DRAPES MATCHES THE PUBES! AHAHAHA! [[ The Japanese fans are BEGGING Richards to come to Val's rescue, but nothing. Sweeney continues wrestling with Val, flipping her on her back, going for her bra strap. The rest of Sweet N Sour look on inside the ring, uncomfortable, but know this is just part of being associated with Larry Sweeney. Finally, finally.. RICHARDS HITS THE RING! He stares at Sweeney, who is now dry-humping Val's backside, AND KICKS SWEENEY IN THE FACE! BLOOD BEGINS POURING FROM SWEENEY'S NOSE AS HE FLOPS ON HIS BACK AND BEGINS ROLLING AS IF HE'S ON FIRE! Richards blows snot on Sweeney and begins kicking him in the ribs! Richards tosses Romero over the top rope! Eddie Edwards takes a back bump of his own without Richards even touching him! SoCal Val quickly gets up off the mat, grabs the remains of her dress, and runs to the back in tears over this whole situation! Del Rey gets blasted in the gut with a kick, who is followed by KENTA! Before Morishima and the rest of Sweet N Sour International can get their hands on him, Richards slides out of the ring and runs to the back! Larry Sweeney is unconscious in the middle of the ring, pouring blood from his nose! ]] [[ What has Davey Richards done?! The Japanese fans applaud his heroic act of saving Val, but now he's crossed the devil himself! Larry Sweeney will not let these actions slide once he comes out of his unconscious state! Davey Richards took all he could of seeing his dream girl getting assaulted by someone like Larry Sweeney, and took out his frustrations against his agent! There will be serious repercussions! ]] [[ Immediately, the cameras go backstage to where Leticia Cline is standing by with CM Punk, John Cena, Rhino, and AJ Styles. All five men have big smiles on their faces after watching the latest developments with Larry Sweeney. ]] Leticia Cline: Guys, with what we just saw, what do you have to say? Rhino: It's a great site.. Larry Sweeney and his army is CRUMBLING! [[ AJ steps forward. ]] AJ Styles: Definitely a good sign. First it's Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated.. Next, The Standard! John Cena: These guys can fight all they want over power and control. Us, we're five brothers. We're five men with ONE goal.. ONE heartbeat! Come Tokyo Turmoil, ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOSE! IT'S GONNA' BE A BLOODBATH! IT'S GONNA BE THE END OF CHRIS JERICHO AND THE STANDARD IN LEAGUE O'CHAMPIONS! CM Punk: What comes around goes around. At Tokyo Turmoil, each and every member of that other team's going to have to pay a price for what they've done to us. We've all been affected by Chris Jericho and his henchmen is some shape, form, or fashion. At Tokyo Turmoil, ten man elimination, it's our turn to turn the tables on them once and for all. Kurt Angle: Chris Jericho, you son of a bitch! What you've done to me! What you've done to my family! My kids! You're dead! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT! IF YOU SURVIVE TOKYO TURMOIL THEN I HAVE FAILED! [[ Angle is trembling with anger. ]] Kurt Angle: It's not about the belt, control, paydays.. All that's irrelevant right now. All I want is Karen back. My children need a mother. You son of a bitch, the second Karen's in my possession once again, I'm going to beat you, bloody you.. And then throw YOU off a damn bridge! John Cena: Leticia, this team right here.. We're a band o'brothers. League O'Champions, this business, needs role models more than eva'. I think it's safe to say us five are the role models this business is lookin' for. CM Punk, refrains from drugs and alcohol. [[ Punk smirks, humbly. ]] John Cena: Rhino, the Man Beast, da' Warrrr Machine! He's fought his own demons. When things looked grim, he manned up and fought back! [[ Rhino and Cena shake hands. Cena slaps AJ Styles on the back. ]] John Cena: AJ Styles, the LoC MVP hands down. Great matches every night, great influence in this locker room. [[ He turns to Kurt Angle. ]] John Cena: Kurt Angle, real athlete, Olympic gold medalist, American Hero. [[ He slaps himself on the chest. ]] John Cena: John Cena, I'm at da' children's hospital every day vistin' sick kids with no hope, givin' 'em hope! In the ring, I'm kickin' ass, takin' away hope! This combination of men, UNTOUCHABLE! UNBREAKABLE! AT TOKYO TURMOIL, FIVE ASSES IN THAT RING'S GETTIN' WHIPPED FROM PILLAR POST TO PILLAR POST! [[ Brief hesitation. ]] John Cena: And it won't be ours. [[ A knock on the door. Leticia answers and a deliveryman hands her an envelope addressed to Kurt Angle. Angle snatches the envelope from her hand immediately and rips it open and reads it. Quickly the look on his face tells it all as the color leaves for a second. Then, his face turns blood red as he looks to the camera. Everyone else in the room is concerned for him as he begins ranting. ]] Kurt Angle: IS THIS HOW YOU WANT TO PLAY IT, JERICHO?! [[ He rips the envelope and letter in pieces. ]] Kurt Angle: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE SCREWIN' WITH! [[ He runs his hands across his bald head, trying to calm himself down. ]] Kurt Angle: IF YOU HARM ONE.. SINGLE.. HAIR... [[ He bites his tongue, choosing his next words wisely. ]] Kurt Angle: I'll kill you. [[ He gives a few seconds for the words to hit home. ]] Kurt Angle: Honest to God. I'll kill you Chris Jericho. Then I'll go to your house, kill YOUR WIFE! [[ Everyone in the room is totally blown away by this proclamation. ]] John Cena: C'mon, Kurt. [[ Angle shoves Cena away. ]] Kurt Angle: No! I'm serious. [[ Angle swings open the locker room door and charges out! God knows where he's going! This man is a liability to everyone inside that arena - fans and competitors alike! What was in that letter Angle received, possibly from Jericho, that got him so riled up? Jericho must've hit a nerve with comments on Karen Angle! Jericho has two weeks left to hand her over to Kurt Angle or face severe consequences! You know Jericho won't let this be a plain and simple transition! ]] [[ In the locker room, we see Ron Killings, Matt Sydal, James Gibson, Matt and Jeff Hardy sitting around watching the show on a monitor. Jeff Hardy is icing down his neck and ribs from his match and the beat down that occurred afterwards at the hands of the Age of the Fall. Roderick Strong comes in through the door and looks at everyone. ]] Roderick Strong: HEY! [[ Everyone turns and looks at Strong, who immediately shows a look on his face as if he was a deer looking into headlights. ]] Roderick Strong: I forgot what I was so amped up about. [[ The group turns back to the monitor, talking amongst themselves. ]] Roderick Strong: COUGH, LOOK OVER HERE! [[ Strong looks around the ceiling as everyone turns their attention back to him. He casually puts his head down, acting surprised to see everyone noticing him. ]] Roderick Strong: Oh, hey, guys. James Gibson: What'cha wantin', Roddy? Roderick Strong: Oh, nothing much, what's up with you? [[ Gibson looks confused as he spits into a Pepsi bottle. ]] James Gibson: Not much. Roderick Strong: Oh, cool.. [[ Strong snaps his fingers. ]] Roderick Strong: Oh! I remember! [[ He looks a little embarrassed. ]] Roderick Strong: Guys, don't worry.. Come Tokyo Turmoil, I'm going to win that Elite title. Further more, I'm going to eliminate the Age of the Fall for good from this company. [[ He looks very proud of himself. ]] James Gibson: That it? [[ Strong nods. ]] Roderick Strong: ..And it'll be awesome. [[ Strong receives stares and silence from everyone. ]] Roderick Strong: And that's that. [[ Jeff Hardy, in an attempt to help Roderick out, speaks up. ]] Jeff Hardy: I look forward to it, man. I plan on asking Steamboat for a match with Abyss myself. A last man standing match. I want to be done with the Age of the Fall once and for all. I have other fish to try than a bunch of guys trying to spread their agenda while using me as a stepping stone! Roderick Strong: ..Lame. Jeff Hardy: What? Roderick Strong: Why fight Abyss when you could challenge Tyler Black for the Elite title? [[ Hardy, usually the one to thought of as a complete idiot, responds. ]] Jeff Hardy: Two things.. One, he shoved me off a ladder tonight, caught me in mid air, and gave me a Black Hole Slam. Roderick Strong: Whoa! Jeff Hardy: Sure.. Secondly, you're fighting Black already. Roderick Strong: Never mind then. [[ He quickly shrugs it off. ]] Roderick Strong: Anyway, guys, I know come February 28, we're gonna' have no more worries out of The Age of the Fall. Plain and simple. Matt Hardy: I hope you're right. Roderick Strong: Ditto... Well, I guess I'm going to jet. [[ Strong turns around and leaves unceremoniously, drawing total looks of disbelief from everyone in the room. Admiring his confidence, they are also bewildered by his lack of communication skills. ]] James Gibson: I know he can't cut a promo, but Christ.. Chu'd think he'd be able ta' speak plainly. [[ Fade. ]] Match
Four:
LoC World Tag Team Championship
[[ After the match, we cut backstage to where Michael Cole is standing by looking beside himself with excitement. ]] Michael Cole: I just got word that Davey Richards is on his way to this very exit to leave the building.. I'm going to try to get a word with him. [[ And, like clockwork, Davey Richards enters the picture in his ring gear, a black garbage bag in his hand. He's looking all around, constantly watching his back for any one coming up behind him. ]] Michael Cole: Davey Richards! What got into you tonight?! Davey Richards: I'd love to say heroic things like I was tired of Sweeney treating SoCal Val like a slut, that I was tired of being treated like crap by Larry Sweeney, and that I truly believe women should be held to a higher regard and I knew I was the right man to make it stop. [[ Richards shakes his head. ]] Davey Richards: But really, that was totally a momentary lapse of judgment. [[ He slaps himself on the forehead. ]] Davey Richards: I'm such an idiot! Michael Cole: No way! Davey Richards, what you did tonight was the right thing to do! You stood up to Larry Sweeney! You saved SoCal Val from being a paid prostitute! You said no to raping her! You made a lot of right decisions tonight. You're a hero! [[ He nods. ]] Davey Richards: I guess. [[ SoCal Val quickly runs into the scene and hugs Davey Richards, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. ]] SoCal Val: Thank you. [[ Davey blushes. ]] Davey Richards: I'd never rape you in front of people. SoCal Val: I know. Davey Richards: I'd wait until we were alone. [[ Stunned he even said that, he goes into damage control. ]] Davey Richards: I'd get your permission to see your unmentionables first. SoCal Val: Permission granted. [[ Val pulls a business card from her cleavage and hands it to Davey. ]] SoCal Val: Here's my number.. You'd better leave! Sweeney is sending his men to find you right now! [[ Davey Richards nods, holding the card Val gave him up. ]] Davey Richards: This was in between your boobs. [[ She smiles and nods. ]] Davey Richards: I'm glad I didn't rape you and stood up to the villainous Larry Sweeney, distancing myself from an evil group and giving myself a better chance at climbing up the ladder in League of Champions. SoCal Val: Same here. Michael Cole: But.. Two minutes ago you said it was the w- [[ Richards pops Cole right in the balls! Cole slumps to the ground as Davey stares down Val, and just like out of an action-adventure movie, he says. ]] Davey Richards: I'll come back for you. [[ Richards turns around the dart out of the door, hitting his face against it. He quickly shakes it off and kicks the door open and runs through it. The camera focuses in on SoCal Val, admiring her new hero escaping before Larry Sweeney and Sweet N Sour, Inc. can punish him for what he did to them tonight! Davey Richards is a wanted man! ]] [[ The scene switches to a different part of the locker room as we see Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus heading to the ring. Sara Del Rey is wheeling Larry Sweeney backstage, who is now in a full-body cast, even though we was only kicked in the face! The only part of Sweeney's body that isn't covered in the cast is his right head so he can still use his bluetooth headset for business deals, his mouth, eyes, and his nose, which is stuffed full of toilet paper to stop the bleeding. ]] Chris Jericho: What happened to you? Larry Sweeney: It's been a terrible night. Trish Stratus: It looks like you were hit by an eighteen-wheeler! Larry Sweeney: I feel like it. [[ Del Rey shakes her head. ]] Chris Jericho: Did you handle the deal with Tyler Black for the main event? Larry Sweeney: As you can tell, I've been a little busy. [[ Jericho walks right up to Sweeney, who has no way to defend himself. ]] Chris Jericho: If you're worth the money I'm pumping into Sweet N Sour, Incorporated every week to keep Morishima on retainer and you to handle the deals I need done.. I think it's about time you actually FINISH one of my deals I request. I fund your little group very well. I'd at least expect to collect some dividends. [[ Sweeney frantically tries to get out of this situation. Sweeney acts surprised all of a sudden. ]] Larry Sweeney: Del Rey, answer my phone. Sara Del Rey: I don't hear it ringing. [[ He musters a louder tone. ]] Larry Sweeney: ANSWER MY PHONE! [[ Del Rey presses the button on the bluetooth headset and Sweeney begins yapping away to an unknown person.. Most likely no one at all. ]] Chris Jericho: I don't have time for games, Larry. [[ Sweeney laughs a cheesy laugh and pretends to be on the phone. Jericho looks instantly irritated. ]] Larry Sweeney: Yep.. Yep.. Yep.. Wait! Wait! If it's not fifty-five, then we're not comin'! [[ Jericho rips the headset off Sweeney's ear and throws it halfway down the hall! ]] Chris Jericho: I said it wasn't a time for games, Larry. If you want to continue to receive benefits, especially now in your state of health.. You WILL finish the deals I tell you to. If I lose this title to Tyler Black tonight, you can consider the consequences of your insubordination.. Grim. [[ Sweeney gulps. ]] Chris Jericho: I have people gunning for me from all angles. I'd expect someone who wants so much to be my friend actually put some effort into arranging deals. After all, you are a "super agent." I have people like Kurt Angle, Christian Cage, and tonight, Tyler Black, all wanting my title.. I didn't expect to have to add more to my workload. I control this company, and I'd hate to see something bad happen to Sweet N' Sour, Inc. [[ Pause. ]] Chris Jericho: Your goons still have Karen Angle locked up? Larry Sweeney: She's cookin' dinner and washin' clothes like a woman's supposed to! Chris Jericho: I don't even want to think of what happens to you if she gets loose before my big plan at Tokyo Turmoil. [[ Trish crosses her arms and begins tapping her foot against the ground. ]] Chris Jericho: If you drop the ball one more time, Larry, it's going to be hell. [[ Jericho gives a smirk and slaps Sweeney on the top of the head, covered by the cast. Sweeney, unable to move, takes a deep breath. ]] Larry Sweeney: That went well. [[ He continues. ]] Larry Sweeney: Del Rey, dear.. Go down the hall, get my bluetooth.. Then reach into my pants, get my phone, and call the translator and have him call Morishima and ask if they've found Davey Richards yet. Sara Del Rey: Why not just ask Eddie Edwards? Larry Sweeney: I'd rather die. [[ Del Rey rolls the wheelchair against the wall, propping Sweeney up. Del Rey walks off camera, going to get Sweeney's bluetooth headset. Sweeney sighs. ]] Larry Sweeney: I'll get you for this, Davey Richards! I'll get you! [[ The scene fades as we get one last glimpse of Larry Sweeney, for no reason, in a full body cast, in total agony. ]] Match
Five:
LoC World Heavyweight Championship
[[ Chris Jericho stands in the middle of the ring as the fans boo loudly, lucky to even be Champion still, clutching his title tightly. Tyler Black gets up off the mat and looks at Jericho and nods, knowing Jericho truly was the better man tonight, but has no idea how it ended! Jericho's celebrating doesn't last long as KURT ANGLE comes running down with a bandage on his forehead from Tomko's chair assault a little while ago. Angle slides into the ring and spears Jericho, pounding him with right hands to the face as the fans are going wild! The fans are chanting "ANGLE! ANGLE!" as he relentlessly busts Jericho in the nose, unleashing all his anger from the emotional roller coaster Jericho has caused him to be on the past few weeks! Jericho can't protect himself, and the referees entering the ring to break it up fail totally in their efforts! Angle gets off Jericho and begins tossing referees out of the ring effortlessly as if they're stuffed dolls! Tyler Black is quick to jump on Angle, stopping the beat down of Jericho. Black picks Angle up and hits GOD'S LAST GIFT! Jericho gets off the mat, blood coming from under his right eye, which is now puffed up. Jericho and Black shake hands until.. ]] [[ JOHN CENA, CM PUNK, RHINO, AND AJ STYLES HIT THE RING! Quickly, the four men begin trading blows with Jericho and Black, who are quickly backed up by the rest of the Standard! Morishima, Tomko, Edge, and Randy Orton hit the ring and all hell breaks lose inside the ring! Bodies are everywhere! The bell is ringing, but it's ignored as if it's not even there! Producers, road agents, security guards, they all try breaking it up to no prevail! HERE COMES THE AGE OF THE FALL! Necro Butcher, BJ Whitmer, and Abyss hit the ring and now the odds are in the favor of Chris Jericho and company! Abyss hands on Black Hole Slams to everyone in the area! The Standard, Sweet N Sour, Inc. represented by Morishima, and the Age of the Fall all stand, on one side, in the ring! The three biggest threats to LoC are on the same page! HERE COMES RODERICK STRONG AND THE HARDY BOYZ! ]] [[ STRONG GOES RIGHT FOR TYLER BLACK! Strong picks Black up, GUT BUSTER! HALF-NELSON BACKBREAKER! STO INTO A BACKBREAKER! Cena is up! FU TO EDGE! GO 2 SLEEP TO BLACK! Punk is beating down Black, trying to get a little piece of revenge from Retribution when Jimmy Jacobs and Tyler Black cost him the Elite Championship! Punk's not forgotten! League of Champions is fighting back against the evil! Jericho quickly slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp, once again selling his teammates out, watching them take the beatings Jericho deserves himself! Jericho is now at the top of the ramp as the rest of the heels are tossed over the top rope! John Cena, CM Punk, AJ Styles, Kurt Angle, Roderick Strong, The Hardy Boyz, and Rhino share the ring together, begging Jericho and company to come back and get some more! ]]
[[
League of
Champions is fighting back! They've taken a stand and they want to
take back their company they've help build and guide this far after
coming back in December! It's about time people have banded together
against The Standard, Age of the Fall, and Sweet N' Sour,
Incorporated! Tensions are at an all-time high, and this civil war
has to be near its end point.. Or else there won't be an LoC to
fight in! The heels are sticking their tails between their legs and
hightailing it out of harm's way! Will this momentum continue
heading into Tokyo Turmoil in two weeks? Ricky Steamboat can only
hope so for the sake of his company!
]] |
