New York City, New York - December 13, 2008
Pre-Show Results: Match
One:
Singles Match
[[ Angle's music hits and he celebrates his victory in the ring. Almost immediately after getting his hand raised in the air, the lights of the arena go out and a familiar theme hits and a countdown appears on the screen. ]] [[ ..5.. ]] [[ ..4.. ]] [[ ..3.. ]] [[ ..2.. ]] [[ ..1.. ]] [[ ..SAVE ME.. ]] [[ Chris Jericho appears on the ramp as the lights of the arena come back on and pyro blasts around the entrance way. Jericho is in a suit and tie, surrounded by his new alliance, Edge, Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Christian Cage, and Tyson Tomko. The fans are giving it to this group, getting large "YOU SUCK!" chants and thunderous boos. Kurt Angle looks none too pleased to see this group heading his way. He stands prepared for a fight as they enter the ring one-by-one, Jericho holding his hand up, trying to stop Angle in his tracks. ]] Chris Jericho: Kurt, Kurt, hold on one second. [[ Angle is still prepared for the worst as Jericho tries to calm him down. ]] Chris Jericho: Kurt, no need for violence. I know you're upset, but I'm fixing to explain myself about last week. [[ Angle looks satisfied, but doesn't let his guard down. ]] Chris Jericho: Before I discuss being the new number one contendership and my pending title match against Bryan Danielson, before I discuss the destruction of John Cena last week, Kurt Angle, you and I need to iron some things out, my friend. [[ Angle's all ears. ]] Chris Jericho: Last week was a simple case of wrong place, wrong time for yourself. You got caught in the crosshairs of a situation that didn't concern you. What happened to you last week, getting struck with the steel chair was nothing more than you being a victim of circumstance. And on behalf of the entire group, we send you a warning. That's right, Kurt, a warning, don't act so surprised.. You tried stopping Edge from attacking John Cena. You stuck your nose in business that didn't concern you and you were punished. Kurt, we took it easy on you. That was your warning shot. That was your free pass. What this group has against John Cena has nothing to do with you. [[ Several members shake their head in agreement. ]] Chris Jericho: In fact, Kurt, we respect you. You're an American Hero and a damn fine wrestler. But Kurt, the warning is legitimate. Tend to your own affairs or pay the consequences. Reaping the repercussions of crossing us again will result in significantly harsher penalties than a mere chair shot across your skull. Now, if you don't mind, I have some other more important business to tend to than dealing with your hurt feelings. [[ Angle mouths a little to the group and begrudgingly exits the ring and goes to the back. With the ring all to themselves, the large group spreads throughout the ring. ]] Chris Jericho: In case you weren't watching last week, Chris Jericho became the number one contender to Bryan Danielson's LoC World Heavyweight Championship by pinning John Cena's shoulders to the mat cleanly, one-two-three. [[ That receives instant boos as the finish was anything but "clean". ]] Chris Jericho: League of Champions made its triumphant return last week, as did Chris Jericho. I came to this company because I knew Chris Jericho would be a great fit in it. Upon hearing of the return, I got a phone call from the men and woman standing behind me. True allies in this business. A group that wrecked this company with destruction and devastation for many months. In that phone call, Edge and myself came to an understanding. We came to agree that, as an unit, we would be unstoppable. We could achieve the highest of highs, the top of the mountain in League of Champions.. With very little effort. [[ Jericho and Edge shake hands. ]] Chris Jericho: And the selling point.. All we had to do was eliminate John Cena and CM Punk, our two main threats besides Bryan Danielson. Last week was phase one, the first project of many to this group becoming the most dominant faction in the history of professional wrestling. You fans can boo, throw garbage, and say what you want, but you know it's true. Within this ring right now is twenty-three reigns as World Champion including Trish Stratus, the greatest women's wrestler of all time. Together, we are everything this business should be about.. Success. It's not about you, the fans, it's not about selling t-shirts and foam fingers.. Professional wrestling is about coming into this ring and being the absolute best each and every time. [[ Jericho points to each individual member of the group as he continues. ]] Chris Jericho: You are looking at The Standard of professional wrestling. We are constantly taking the bar and raising it higher and higher to untouchable levels that only we can reach. It's funny, John Cena did a big interview last week before the fatal four way. He talked about the Chris Benoit situation ruining wrestling. He talked about someone needing to step forward and save this business, to make it alright to be a fan and a wrestler once again.. He wanted to be your Superman, ladies and gentlemen. [[ Jericho's expression turns sour quickly. ]] Chris Jericho: But last week, Chris Jericho became his kryptonite. [[ "CENA! CENA! CENA!" ]] Chris Jericho: John Cena, look at yourself. You're a caricature. You've taken yourself and overblown yourself to a level to where you are simply a joke. I once dared to make these people happy. I once let these ignorant, pathetic souls dictate my career. My goal was to save them, too, John.. Then I smartened up. I realized they weren't worth saving.. I realized nothing was worth saving but myself! John Cena, I show no remorse for what happened to you last week. Each and every person in our way from infamy will be eliminated once and for all. I don't consider this the beginning of a war. I consider it merely the survival of the fittest.. Only the strong survive. [[ Jericho pauses briefly to sell it. ]] Chris Jericho: And you're looking at true survivors, John Cena. Survivors from politics, survivors from career-ending surgeries, from glass ceilings.. A group that simply cannot and will not be stopped until it reaches its goal. And that goal is crowning Chris Jericho LoC World Heavyweight Champion on December 27 in Detroit, Michigan. [[ John Cena and CM Punk burst through the curtains to a huge ovation, cutting Chris Jericho off to the fans relief. Cena has a microphone in his hand as he looks to his left and right at the fans who are cheering loudly for them. ]] John Cena: Chris Jericho, whether you consider it a war or not, that's your decision. But to me, bein' jumped by your lackeys, gettin' screwed out of that match, havin' my people run down by slime like you.. YOU JUST STARTED WAR, SON! YOU JUST PICKED A FIGHT WITH A MAN YOU WANT NO PART OF ON LEVEL PLAYIN' FIELD! [[ The fans pop as Cena rips off his hat and slings it into the crowd. His shirt is next, and it too makes its way to the crowd. ]] John Cena: When I look into that ring, I don't see former World Champions.. Oh no, I only see nothin' but PUSSY! When I breathe through my nose, all I smell is the smell of a group of COWARDS! You attacked me like a pack of wolves last week, and that's fine. If that's how we gonna' play this, we gonna' do it right. It's plain to see you've assembled yourself an army. It's funny you picked who you did, Chris.. Those are the same sons of bitches who couldn't stop John Cena eighteen months ago, and sure as hell AIN'T GONNA' STOP ME NOW! [[ Cena slaps Punk on the chest, trying to get him fired up. ]] John Cena: I went out and I found myself a man who knows this group well. This is CM Punk. This is the LoC ELITE Champion, and the man who has beaten Randy Orton more times than Steve Austin has beaten women! Edge, you and your crew made life tough on John Cena in the original LoC, and now.. IT'S TIME FOR ME TO RETURN THE FAVA'! IT'S TIME TO SETTLE THIS TONIGHT IN NEW YORK CITTTYYYYYYY!!!! Chris Jericho: Good job, Cena. You got these people riled up. You have them eating out of the palm of your hand.. And CM Punk, such a shame to see you resorting to teaming with the likes of John Cena. CM Punk, you might of had your victories in the past over Randy Orton, but that was then and this is now.. As of tonight, December 13, 2008, CM Punk and John Cena have just became Most Wanted. [[ Jericho doesn't skip a beat. ]] Chris Jericho: As for Bryan Danielson, I've arranged a warm-up match for him. I want you two to be watching closely. Christian Cage, my former tag team partner has been assigned the task of exposing Danielson for the fraud Champion he truly is, allowing me to walk into Honor and Glory in two weeks, and leave the LoC World Champion without breaking a sweat. And when we leave Bryan Danielson a beaten, broken shell of his former self in the ring tonight.. Know this.. [[ He milks it.. ]] Chris Jericho: You two will be next on our list. Your friends, your families, your allies. Anyone associated with John Cena and CM Punk will pay dearly for their allegiance. And there's nothing that can be done about. Nothing. Soon enough, I will be LoC World Champion, and you two along with Bryan Danielson.. Will be distant memories. Blimps in the record books. Footnotes in history as the first victims of The Standard of professional wrestling. [[ Jericho's music hits as the fans boo once again. Alliances are forming, tensions are rising, and this thing is far from over! Bryan Danielson will have his hands full tonight with the "Instant Classic" Christian Cage! The scene fades as we go to a commercial break. ]] Match
Two:
Singles Match
[[ Backstage we see Larry Sweeney in a white suit with a blue shirt underneath yapping away on his Bluetooth device, probably making another big deal to bring in some big bucks to Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated. Along with him are Davey Richards, Rocky Romero, Tank Toland, the United States Champion Takeshi Morishima, and the newly debuting SoCal Val. Sweeney hangs up the phone, rips off his sunglasses, and points to the camera before yelling into it. ]] Larry Sweeney: HAHAHAHA!! Last week was one of the best weeks in my life! Once again, Larry Sweeney has made a business deal that accumulated immediate dividends to his pockets! I rented Takeshi Morishima from Pro-Wrestling NOAH, and now, he's the first-ever LoC United States Champion! HAHAHAHAHA! He's unstoppable! No one can stop this monster! NOBODY! [[ Morishima grunts and displays his United States title. ]] Larry Sweeney: Morishima eliminated over half of the ten competitors in last week's battle royal to determine the Champion. The path of destruction continues from here on out! "Sweet N' Sour" Larry Sweeney is in the business of makin' money, and that's exactly what I'm gonna' do with Takeshi Morishima by my side as my top client! Davey Richards: What about me and Rocky? Larry Sweeney: Rocky's got a good look to 'em. Good future in this sport. [[ Rocky Romero puts his hands on his head and swivels his hips at SoCal Val. ]] Rocky Romero: AZUCAR~!!!! [[ Val looks very impressed. ]] Davey Richards: Stop it, Rocky. You look retarded doing that. [[ Rocky ignores him totally, his eyes set on Val. ]] Rocky Romero: What's up, mami? [[ Sweeney laughs as he grabs Val by the hand, spinning her around in front of the camera in her revealing blue dress. ]] Larry Sweeney: And because Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated needs a little fire in the group, I've added a new addition to keep the spirits up with the boys.. Welcome, SOCAL VAL! HAHAHAHA! Val, you're smokin' hot, no doubt about it.. Hopefully this business deal will be beneficial to all parties involved. Davey Richards: Yeah, let's have sex. SoCal Val: No. [[ Richards crosses his arms, pouting. ]] Davey Richards: ..Bitch. Larry Sweeney: Richards, Rocky, you two better be focused on tonight. You two have to fight The Trouble Franchise Kings next. I want a victory! I want you two in line for LoC World Tag Team Title shots by Honor and Glory or ELSE! Davey, my man.. Davey Richards: Yeah, Larry? Larry Sweeney: Don't screw it up. [[ Richards nods. Sweeney grabs the towel from his left shoulder and wipes his forehead. ]] Larry Sweeney: League o'Champions, you buncha' low-class, low-rent, no-talent, smelly ham'n'eggers.. You're lookin' at the top group in LoC, baby! You're lookin' at the future of this business! You're lookin' at the group that is fixin' to rock LoC to its very core! We're all about makin' money any means necessary! From performing funerals, weddings, bar mitzvahs.. Sellin' lemonade or kickin' tail in the ring! [[ Sweeney puts his sunglasses back on. ]] Larry Sweeney: And Steamboat, Cornette.. Before you put Morishima in a title defense, you'd better have the cash to make it happen! We don't work for free! This man is sleepin' in a penthouse suite in downtown New York, daddy! He's eating the Atlantic Ocean's fish supply every day for breakfast! This man has bills to pay and I have a seventy-five percent cut to get! This man will only face the best of the best.. If the money's on the table.. [[ Sweeney laughs. ]] Larry Sweeney: Sweet N' Sour, Incorporated is now the hottest commodity on the market. SGDubya's callin', companies across the world are callin'! Mexio! England! Japan! Canada! They're wantin' this crew to make them money and put butts in the seats! LoC, if you book us.. We'll be there when we get our share! HAHAHAHA!!! Trouble Franchise Kings, you bums, you rag-tag has-been nobodies! Your fifteen minutes of fame ends NEXT! AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, BABY! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! [[ We go to the ring. ]] Match
Three:
Six-Man Tag
[[ Backstage, we see a table set up with a small Christmas tree on one end and a menorah with no candles on it resting on the other end. In between the holiday decorations is Colt Cabana, wearing a Santa Claus hat, looking pumped up as always. To his left is Ace Steel seated in a chair. ]] Colt Cabana: Lookin' at my watch, ladies and gents, it's time for GOOD TIMES, GREAT MEMORIES! THE SHOW IS BACK, DADDY! [[ Cabana starts pumping his fist in the air repeatedly as Ace Steel just remains still. ]] Colt Cabana: It's great to be back in LoC! The home of the Colt-Daddy, the former LoC Pure Wrestling Champion! On tonight's show, my guest is none other than the life of the party, "Crazy" Ace Steel! [[ The camera pans over to a solo shot of Ace, no movement. ]] Colt Cabana: Ace, my man, tell the fine folks what you've been up to over the past eighteen months. Ace Steel: Working at a grocery store. Colt Cabana: Oh. Did you not get a severance package from Steamboat? Ace Steel: Yeah, but I spent it on that pyramid scheme you talked me into joining. [[ Colt rolls his eyes. ]] Colt Cabana: When the royal prince of Nigeria personally contacts you via e-mail, looking for help, you DO NOT leave the man hangin'! [[ Colt changes the subject quickly. ]] Colt Cabana: So, how was the grocery store? Ace Steel: It drove me CRAZY!!! Colt Cabana: Anywho, with LoC back, fans, get ready for the return of the Second City Saints! Me and Ace, we're gonna' grab those Tag Team titles and we're gonna' party! Tonight, Million Dollar Sons, you're goin' down! Ace Steel: SOMEBODY'S GONNA' DIE! [[ Cabana slaps Ace on the back. ]] Colt Cabana: And once we win those straps, we're gonna' party with the Punker all night, drinkin' Pepsi! Drinkin' Mt. Dew! Drinkin' ginger ale! We're gonna' find fat women, skinny women, mid-sized women, women who used to be men, and women who look like men! We're gonna' take all comers and we're gonna' party all night! It's gonna' make a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas for the Saints! [[ Maria stops by the desk and greets Colt. ]] Maria: Hi, Colt! Neat-o hat! Colt Cabana: Thanks, Santa gave it to me. Maria: I love Santa! [[ The conversation quickly ends as Randy Orton, Edge, Tomko, Trish, and Christian Cage come into the picture. ]] Randy Orton: I have some bad news for you boys. Colt Cabana: I just sat through a Trouble Franchise Kings match, so your news can't be much worse. Hit me. [[ Orton grabs Cabana by his shirt and drags him over the desk, knocking the desk accessories everywhere! Edge and Cage jump on Ace Steel and start beating him down as Tomko joins in on abusing Colt Cabana! Orton punches Colt right in the mouth and Colt groans in agony. ]] Colt Cabana: I didn't mean literally "hit me!" Randy Orton: SHUT UP! [[ Orton punches Cabana again in the mouth. Edge and Christian are doing a vicious number on Ace Steel, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs as blood begins coming out of his mouth. Maria is in shock at what's going on. She goes to escape, but suddenly, she's grabbed by the back of the hair by Trish Stratus and pinned against the wall. ]] Trish Stratus: Sorry, Maria. You're fixing to watch this. [[ Torture Rack Neckbreaker on Cabana by Tomko! Orton picks Cabana up, RKO ON THE CONCRETE! Edge and Christian give Ace Steel a spiked powerbomb through the table! The Second City Saints have been crushed! There's no way they're making their title match tonight! ]] Edge: When we warned all of League of Champions, we weren't bluffing. We're taking this company over! We're eliminating everyone from our path, and there's nothing anyone can do about it! Not a damn thing! We're on control of GLORY! [[ Chris Jericho slowly walks into the picture, a sly grin on his face at the carnage surrounding him. He removes his suit coat and hands it to Trish. He grabs Maria's shoulders, pinning her against the wall again. She breathes heavily, noticeably terrified at what she's had to witness. Jericho rubs the side of her face, just staring at her. He speaks in her ear, just a little bit above a whisper. ]] Chris Jericho: Maria, don't be afraid. [[ She struggles to get free but to no avail. ]] Chris Jericho: This is merely business. Colt Cabana and Ace Steel deserved what they got just then. It's not a mugging, it's a lesson learned. You have to be careful who you associate yourself with. Careful who your friends are.. It's a lesson you learn in elementary school. CM Punk has shown he's against us, and with that fateful decision.. His friends, his mentor.. Are against us as well. [[ Jericho brushes the hair out of Maria's eyes. ]] Chris Jericho: Maria, you're going to be spared. Today's your lucky day. [[ The entire group now surrounds Jericho. ]] Chris Jericho: Go tell CM Punk what you witnesses. Go tell him what we did, what each individual person did to his friends. Let him know how many times his friends screamed for help, begged for mercy.. Tell him about the blood the spilled.. On his way to the hospital, riding in the ambulance with his fallen friends.. I hope he realizes everything happening right now is his fault. The blood shed is all over his hands and not ours. It's not our fault. All of this, Maria.. Is all because of his decision. [[ Jericho smirks. ]] Chris Jericho: Tell him about the mercy I showed you.. But the death I gave Colt Cabana and Ace Steel. [[ Jericho snaps his fingers. ]] Chris Jericho: Finish the job. [[ Edge, Orton, Cage, and Tomko grab Colt Cabana and Ace Steel. Jericho spits in Ace Steel's face, immediately afterwards, Orton grabs the back of Steel's head and SLAMS IT INTO THE CEMENT WALL THREE TIMES! Ace Steel slumps to his knees and then to the ground, unconscious. Edge grabs a steel chair as Tomko and Cage press Cabana against the wall, and EDGE SMASHES THE STEEL CHAIR AGAINST CABANA'S FACE! Cabana is still standing as blood pours out of his nose.. Edge lines up for another shot as Maria screams in terror as she runs off from the scene, escaping.. ANOTHER VICIOUS SHOT! Cabana falls forward. HERE'S ADAM PEARCE! He begins swinging lefts and rights at anyone in sight, connecting and knocking several members of the Standard down! Trish low-blows Pearce, stopping the attack from Pearce. Jericho grabs Pearce by the head and begins delivering stiff right hands to the eyebrow of Adam Pearce, eventually busting him open. After about ten punches, Jericho lets Pearce go, removes a handkerchief from his back pocket, and wipes the blood off of his knuckles. Satisfied with the actions of he and his group, Chris Jericho stands over Adam Pearce, snarling, furious someone dared to try to stop him from accomplishing his mission. ]] Match
Four:
Triple Threat
[[ We now see Bryan Danielson stretching in his locker room with the LoC World Heavyweight Championship resting on the floor beside him. Danielson is preparing himself for his non-title match tonight against Christian Cage, the man Chris Jericho has personally selected to "soften" Danielson up before the title match at "Honor and Glory" on December 27. John Cena walks into view. Danielson just keeps stretching, ignoring him. ]] John Cena: Look, I know you have a big match tonight, but I have a proposition for you. [[ Danielson continues to ignore, so Cena continues anyway. ]] John Cena: I know you watched the fatal four way last week. I know you saw the match ending and the aftermath. I know you saw the beginning of the show tonight and while ago when Colt Cabana, Ace Steel, and Adam Pearce were left bloody by The Standard. Chris Jericho has put together a group that shows no remorse, no mercy. [[ Cena speaks strongly from his heart. ]] John Cena: And you know they're comin' for you next to make sure you don't make it to "Honor and Glory." [[ Danielson stops his stretching routine and springs up to his feet, actually showing some interest. ]] John Cena: CM Punk and myself, we've taken a stand. Punk and Orton, they got their history. When LoC was forced to shut down, I was in the middle of fightin' with Edge, Cage, and Orton.. Then it started up again eighteen months later last week when I got screwed out of that match and jumped afterwards just so they could make a statement. JOHN CENA AIN'T NOBODY'S STEPPIN' STONE! [[ Cena's expression quickly turns bitter. ]] John Cena: They wanna' make a statement by jumpin' me? By roughin' Punk's boys up, leavin' 'em bloody pulps? If that's the case, then I HAVE SOMETHIN' TO SAY ABOUT THAT! They have their sights set on endin' our careers, puttin' us out for good! And dammit, Danielson, you should be right there with us. As LoC World Champion, you have the biggest target of all on ya' back. If they jumped me, if they smashed Punk's boys' faces through walls.. Just imagine what they're gonna' try to do to you. Join up with us and let's FIGHT! [[ Cena extends his hand, waiting for a response. Danielson seems almost humored as he sarcastically and slowly applauds that speech. ]] Bryan Danielson: Wow. That's all I can say, Cena. [[ Cena reaches down and grabs his title, placing it on his shoulder. ]] Bryan Danielson: It's very humbling to see someone like yourself, the almighty John Cena, come to me, practically begging me to join you and CM Punk's little group. Why do you want my help for? Troubles getting the fort built in your locker room? John Cena: You of all people should be wanting the back-up. CM Punk's at the hospital right now, but I got ya' back if you want it. Bryan Danielson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.. Hold on one second, John Cena. You think *I* need back-up? In case you're too ignorant to see, I am the LoC World Heavyweight Champion. I've never been pinned nor have I submitted since joining League of Champions eighteen months ago. I have made Kurt Angle submit, defeated Shawn Michaels, Christian Cage, Chris Hero, Jeff Hardy among others.. Never once have I backed down from a challenge. I'm a fighting champion and I will take on all comers with or without their lackeys.. Because Cena, it's like this, something you have no idea about.. When you're the BEST.. WRESTLER.. IN THE WORLD.. You fear nobody. [[ Pause. ]] Bryan Danielson: Because you don't have to. [[ Danielson slaps his World title. ]] Bryan Danielson: Chris Jericho doesn't intimidate me. If he wants me, he knows where to find me.. As for your offer to join up with you and CM Punk.. [[ Danielson turns to walk away. ]] Bryan Danielson: I'd rather die in the ring than have John Cena come to my rescue. [[ Danielson scoffs. ]] Bryan Danielson: Period. [[ Danielson walks away, leaving John Cena standing there, surprised by the response. We go to the ring. ]] Match
Five:
LoC World Tag Team Championship
[[ Outside. On a freezing cold night in New York City, we see Tyler Black standing out in front of the arena. He's wearing a black hat on backwards, a black hooded sweatshirt, and jeans. His arms are crossed as he looks into the camera. With every breath he takes, you can see fog coming from his nostrils. Allison Wonderland clings tightly to Black's left arm, blocking the cold wind from hitting her. ]] Tyler Black: Jeff Hardy, you wonder why I cost you the match tonight. It's real simple. [[ A brief hesitation. ]] Tyler Black: Last week was the return of GLORY, my first televised match ever. It was my destiny to win that United States title and cement myself in the top tier of superstars here in League of Champions.. But, thanks to you, it didn't happen. [[ Black rubs his hands together to gather warmth. ]] Tyler Black: Could I have just went and asked Ricky Steamboat or Jim Cornette for a title match against Morishima? Well, I suppose so.. But, Hardy, I like to solve my problems by going to the source. You are the source of my problems, Jeff. You are the reason I'm not standing here as LoC United States Champion, and someone else is. [[ Black takes a deep breath, calming himself down. ]] Tyler Black: You've been given shot after shot after shot. You've thrown your career away numerous times for drugs and alcohol. Someone like you should not be the reason I failed at something. So Jeff, until I am holding the United States title in my hands, I consider you and I enemies. I will make your life a living hell until I get my revenge. A self-revolution has started. Consider tonight the first shot. [[ Black pauses for a few seconds, letting everything sink in. ]] Tyler Black: I will not stop until justice is mine. Jeff Hardy, consider tonight a pre-emptive strike. [[ He smirks. ]] Tyler Black: And when you come looking for me, be prepared.. The war is waiting. [[ Fade. ]] Match
Six:
Non-Title
Match
[[ Danielson's music hits and his arm in raised in victory as he stares down at the unconscious Christian Cage. The fans are popping, singing "The Final Countdown" as it plays. Danielson points to the belt and yells, "BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD!" His celebration quickly turns sour as Tyson Tomko runs into the ring and clotheslines Danielson from behind, sending him to the mat face-first. Randy Orton and Edge make their way down to the ring to join in on the attack. Trish enters the ring to help revive Christian from those vicious elbows he took to the temple to end the match. The fans are booing the actions in the ring, starting a mixture of chants of "CENA! CENA!" and "C-M-PUNK!", wanting them to come out and save the day for the LoC World Heavyweight Champion. Christian gets back to his feet and starts hitting Danielson with rights. And now, to a huge chorus of boos, Chris Jericho slowly walks to the ring, unbuttoning his suit coat. The ringleader of this entire thing enters the ring and watches the destruction of his opponent in two weeks as it happens. Edge and Orton grab Danielson by the arms, holding him still. Danielson spits towards Jericho, bringing a devilish smile to his face as he rolls up the sleeves on his dress shirt. Danielson manages to somehow break free from the hold, and he begins hitting forearm shots to anyone in the area! The fans are rallying behind the once hated and despised champion, but the comeback rally doesn't last long as the numbers game finally gets to Danielson. Christian Cage hits the Un-Prettier on Danielson, allowing Edge and Orton to grab Danielson back without a fight. Jericho pulls out a baton, and sizes up his shot.. Jericho cranks his arm back, prepared to swing, then.. "The Fire Burns" blasts and HERE COMES CM PUNK AND JOHN CENA READY FOR WAR! THE FANS EXPLODE AS THE TWO COME DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING WITHOUT HESITATION! ]] [[ Chris Jericho quickly hightails it out of the ring with Trish Stratus in tow right behind him. Punk and Cena start clearing house of the members of The Standard to a huge ovation from the crowd. Punk grabs Christian Cage, GO TO SLEEP! CM Punk is snapping on any person he can get his hands on, wanting revenge for his fellow-Second City Saints John Cena clotheslines Tomko and Orton over the top rope simultaneously! Edge goes to escape, but he's caught by Danielson. Edge takes a vicious head-butt and then gets dropped with a Roaring Elbow! Orton grabs Edge and slides him out of the ring as the remaining members of The Standard retreat with no sight of Chris Jericho at all! ]] [[ Inside the ring now, Cena and Punk shake hands on a job well done. Danielson grabs his title belt and wipes the blood from his lip. Danielson stands there, staring at John Cena and CM Punk, who both offer handshakes to the LoC Champion. Danielson snarls and them and gives them the middle finger, screaming, "I DON'T NEED ANYONE!" Danielson then exits the ring to a mixed reaction after declining the offer to side with John Cena and CM Punk for the second time tonight. If it wasn't for them, who knows if Danielson would have even been able to leave the ring on his own! The show ends as John Cena and CM Punk discuss Danielson's decline to their offer and what their next move is. ]] [[ Fade out. ]] |
