GLORY: Chapter One
Pre-Show Results: [[ Fade up. ]] As the rabid wrestling fans fill the arena in Charlotte, North Carolina to capacity, Ricky Steamboat comes from the back to a huge ovation from the fans. A loud "THANK YOU, STEAMBOAT!" chant starts as he gets in the ring. He takes a microphone from ring announcer Bobby Cruise and begins addressing the fans.. Steamboat breaks down the concept of LOC. It's all about bringing honor, pride, and respect back to the business. It's about bridging the gap between generations and giving the fans what they want each and every week. Win/Loss records will be kept track of, which will play into title matches and rankings in the future. Failure to produce victories will eventually lead to the dismissal of superstars from the main roster. As for tonight's show, Steamboat announces to the crowd that Tag Team Champions will be crowned in a fatal fourway elimination match pitting The Briscoe Brothers, Kings of Wrestling, the Latin American Exchange, and the American Wolves against one another! He went over the roster and selected the four teams that have proven that they are passionate about tag team wrestling. Also on the show, the main event.. A twenty man battle royal including stars such as Dave Batista, AJ Styles, and Edge! Steamboat announces that the last two men remaining in the battle royal tonight will square off next Friday night on GLORY in Nashville, Tennessee. The winner of the match will become the first LOC Heavyweight Champion! Also on next week's show, a one night mini-tournament to crown the first-ever LOC Elite Champion! Match
One:
Four Corner Survival
[[ Immediately after the match, the scene cuts to the backstage area at the interview set that has been assembled. Maria, microphone in hand, is wearing a small, black dress. She's standing by with Bryan Danielson, who is wearing his ring gear and ring jacket, doing kicks and punching the air, getting loose for his match coming up next. ]] Maria: Bryan Danielson, up next you face an old nemesis in Desmond Wolfe. Your thoughts? Bryan Danielson: I'm thrilled to be in League of Champions. When Ricky Steamboat called and offered me a contract, I knew without a doubt this was the company that I belonged in. And tonight, there's a ton on the line. Not only do I have to step in the ring with Desmond Wolfe, but in the main event tonight, I have the opportunity to show why I AM the best wrestler in the world by being one of the two men left standing. [[ Danielson continues, very confident in his demeanor. ]] Bryan Danielson: I know it's early on, but I feel like I've been in this company before. I can't wait to get out there and show these fans what I'm made of why I'm going to be the cornerstone of this company. [[ Before Danielson gets to continue with his thought, from off-camera walks in Ric Flair, AJ Styles, Desmond Wolfe, Chelsea, and Dave Batista. Everyone is decked out in custom-made suits except for Wolfe, who's in his ring gear, and of course Chelsea, who is sporting a low-cut, sparkly dress. Flair looks Danielson up in down with a sour look on his face. ]] Desmond Wolfe: You ready for anotha' beatin', Dragon? Bryan Danielson: Long time no see, Nigel. Desmond Wolfe: 'Fraid Nigel McGuinness isn't my time, clam-digga'.. That was a whole different life for me. My name is Desmond Wolfe. And tonight, Dragon, history's gonna' repeat itself all ova' again when I knock ya' skull clear off ya' neck! [[ Batista takes off his aviator sunglasses and steps forward, looking Danielson over. ]] Dave Batista: Five-foot five, A hundred and eighty pounds. You call yourself a wrestler? [[ Batista smirks. ]] Dave Batista: I can't believe Rick Steamboat hired indy wrestling trash for this company. Look at you, kid. You think you belong in this business? You think you belong in a ring with me? In that battle royal tonight.. If you make it that is.. I'm going to make sure I pick you up over my shoulders and throw you into the tenth row. [[ Batista rubs his chin and continues. ]] Dave Batista: This group runs the show, kid. People like you don't have any room in this company. We're going to stamp nobodies like you out. AJ Styles: Yeah! Us four run this show. Nobody even knows who you are! Bryan Danielson: AJ, we've fought before! [[ AJ rolls his eyes, not believing Danielson, and also probably forgetting the two times they fought in ROH. ]] Ric Flair: Styles! Wolfe! Batista! I've assembled a crew that will run wild all over this company! Steamboat will be thankin' me for years and years to come for bringing together such talent! I made Steamboat a millionaire in this area back in the 80s when I was sellin' this place out each and every night as the champ! Look at the guys I've brought together under one umbrella! Look at Big Dave! Look at AJ Styles! There's Desmond Wolfe! Ricky Steamboat needs to get on his knees and thank me, because, now I'm gonna' make 'em a BILLIONAIRE with how successful LOC is gonna' be thanks to my guys! WOOOOO! C'mon, gang! [[ Flair, Chelsea, AJ walk off camera as Wolfe and Batista lag behind. Wolfe lowers his sunglasses and gives Danielson a parting note. ]] Desmond Wolfe: See ya' out there, sunshine. [[ He walks off, leaving Batista. ]] David Batista: My goal here is to make sure people like you don't steal paydays from superstars like me. Remember where you belong. [[ He walks off, catching up with his crew as the scene fades. We go to the ring. ]] Match
Two:
Singles Match
[[ Christopher Daniels is seen standing in a dark, poorly lit room with a small purple spotlight shining in the background. It's shining enough to show Daniels in his silver ring jacket, the hood draped over his head, covering his face. His head is down, looking at the ground, and his hands are together as if he's silently praying to himself. ]] Christopher Daniels: In 2001, I was given an opportunity in World Championship Wrestling. After all the trials, tribulations, and heartbreaks I endured, I had finally made it to the big league. Thanks to Vince McMahon, all that was taken away when WCW went out of business months later. [[ Pause. ]] Christopher Daniels: So after that, I become the founding father for Ring of Honor, the true wrestling alternative. I carried that company on my shoulders and took it to levels it would have never reached without me. Instead of rewarding me for my loyalty by giving me a chance to be World Champion, ROH kept casting me to the side for Samoa Joe, James Gibson, and Austin Aries. I was a forgotten memory in a company I helped create. [[ Still looking down, Daniels shakes his head, disgusted. His tone is very somber as he reveals his past misfortunes. ]] Christopher Daniels: So when TNA forced me out of ROH and promised me a bigger role in the company, I thought finally.. Finally the Fallen Angel was going to get his just desserts. I had given that company everything that wasn't given to ROH before. Samoa Joe, AJ Styles, and myself carried TNA just like I had carried ROH. What did TNA do? They broke their word, repackaged me, and sent me along my way, silently into the night. [[ Daniels snaps his head up quickly, brushing his hood off his head. He looks directly into the camera with an arrogant smirk on his face. ]] Christopher Daniels: Why did I tell you people about the past failures of the Fallen Angel? Simple, because those days are long gone. Today, April 23, 2010.. A new day, a new era, has come for Christopher Daniels. No longer are political games being played. No longer is my fate being determined by people in suits and writing the shows. [[ Daniels laughs victoriously as he continues. ]] Christopher Daniels: IN LEAGUE OF CHAMPIONS, CHRISTOPHER DANIELS CALLS THE SHOT! A NEW BEGINNING, A FRESH START IS UPON ME! And trust me.. The Fallen Angel WILL make the best of this new situation. The cards have been dealt, and Christopher Daniels has been given a winning hand no one can touch! [[ Daniels gets fired up. ]] Christopher Daniels: For far too long I've been held back, cast aside for someone else, or told my time was coming.. No more will I rely on other people to put Christopher Daniels in the spot he belongs, it is only something I CAN DO MYSELF! [[ Pause. ]] Christopher Daniels: Now the main question.. How can I prevent from WCW, ROH, and TNA situations ever happening again? How can Christopher Daniels blaze his own trail and call his own shots? Simple. Tonight, I'm going to be one of two men left standing in the ring in the battle royal. Then, next week, I'm going to become the LOC Heavyweight Champion! [[ He puts his index and middle fingers on each hand together, sticking them out to his sides as he finishes. ]] Christopher Daniels: And that is the GOSPEL! [[ He smirks. ]] Christopher Daniels: According to the Fallen Angel! [[ Fade. ]] [[ The scene cuts to the parking lot where Josh Matthews is standing outside with a microphone. A stretch limousine pulls up in the background as he begins addressing the fans watching at home. ]] Josh Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, the limousine that just pulled in behind me belongs to the Outsiders, Scott Hall and Kevin Nash. I'm hoping to be able to get a quick word with them about the battle royal. [[ Hall and Nash emerge from the back of the limo after the driver opens the door. Hall exits first, along with several beer cans crashing against the pavement. Nash exits smoking a huge cigar. Neither man appears to even have any ring gear or possessions with them besides what they have on! ]] Josh Matthews: Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, where have you guys been? Scott Hall: Whaddya' mean? We're here, ain't we? [[ Matthews' face scrunches as the smell of Hall's breath hits him in the face. ]] Josh Matthews: Scott Hall! You smell like you've been drinking! [[ Hall looks to the camera. ]] Scott Hall: Dragon, you hired some investigative reporters, chico. Kevin Nash: Look, kid, we're the biggest names on the LOC roster. We show up to the arena, do a little promo, say our catchphrases.. And then we go to the bank the next day and cash our big checks. That's how we've done it for years. Josh Matthews: But.. You two guys are in a match tonight! The show's halfway over! [[ Hall looks confused. ]] Scott Hall: A match? Mang, I ain't workin' no match. Josh Matthews: You two are in the main event. A twenty man battle royal! The last two men standing fight for the LOC title next week! You two have the battle royal experience, each wining WCW's World War 3 event in consecutive years! Can that ability switch over to tonight? [[ Nash strokes his goatee, interested. ]] Kevin Nash: A battle royal you say? Interesting. Scotty, I think we can handle that, don't you? [[ Hall pukes on the pavement! He stands back upright, wipes off his mouth and replies. ]] Scott Hall: A main event pay day, plus, when we win, ANOTHER main event pay day next week. I think somebody had better hand da' Bad Guy some water. Kevin Nash: Ya'know, kid.. Back in '69 I won a battle royal. I made Harley Race tap out to his own move. Josh Matthews: Which one, the diving headbutt or the piledriver? Kevin Nash: Piledriver. Josh Matthews: ..But.. how.. [[ Nash looks to Hall without skipping a beat. ]] Kevin Nash: Let's go. Looks like we have ourselves a main event to win. [[ The Outsiders make their way inside the arena as we go to the ring. Scott Hall is in no shape whatsoever to compete tonight, but when it comes to the money, you know the Outsiders are going to be there no matter what! ]] Match
Three:
LOC Tag Team Championship
[[ After the match the scene shifts to the locker room of CM Punk and Serena. Punk is drawing X's on the fists of his wrist tape as Colt Cabana and El Generico come into the view of the camera. Cabana, his arms extended for a hug, goes right for Punk, who just stares at him. ]] Colt Cabana: PUNKSTER! Holy cow, man! Where have ya' been?! I've called, texted, e-mailed, faxed, smoke signaled, and wrote you a letter! If I knew sign language, I'd probably sent you a message in that, too. El Generico: EL GENERICO, NUMERO UNO! [[ Generico lifts his index finger on his left hand, signaling that he's number one. ]] Colt Cabana: See, even Generico knows sign language. [[ Punk looks less than amused as Cabana continues to ramble on like a small child. ]] Colt Cabana: Sooooo... What's happening? What's new? I like the beard. I tried growing a beard once but it was too itchy. Is that thing even real? [[ Colt reaches for the beard on Punk's face, only to have his hand slapped away from Serena. ]] Serena: NO ONE TOUCHES MY SAVIOR! Colt Cabana: Who are you? [[ Punk is nudged by Cabana. ]] Colt Cabana: I guess we know whether or not you're a boobs guy or an ass guy. Traci Brooks, Maria, and now this rack! I'd love to put my face between those suckers and take a nap! If I ever break my neck in the ring, don't get me a neck brace, just put my head between those things! She looks just like Serena Deeb. Remember her? She's the one with that big nose we used to make fun of. "Serena NOSE wrestling!" It would always make us laugh. Serena: I AM Serena Deeb! El Generico: No bien promo! No bien! [[ Brief pause. ]] El Generico: El Generico numero uno! [[ Punk looks Cabana up and down a few seconds. ]] CM Punk: Always a jokester, huh Colt? [[ Punk continues without skipping a beat. ]] CM Punk: Always trying to make a joke out of everything. No matter the situation, in comes Colt Cabana to try to make it into a mockery. You're straight edge, aren't you? You don't smoke, you don't try, you don't abuse drugs. [[ Punk snarls at Cabana, ready to attack. ]] CM Punk: Instead of representing a worthy cause, a cause that helps better people's lives, you try to turn everything into a joke. Yeah, you were my best friend at one point in time. You and I traveled the roads and grew in the business. But like t-shirts and shoes, you out-grow meaningless friendships, too. Look at you, you're pathetic. [[ Punk turns his attention to Generico. ]] CM Punk: And look at who you're hanging out with now. Who's this guy? El Generico: EL GENER- [[ Punk grabs Generico and rams his head into the wall behind him! Generico collapses to the ground and Punk faces Cabana again. ]] CM Punk: While I've been spreading the word of Straight Edge.. Trying to save lives.. You, you've been acting like a complete idiot like always. Unless you want to shave your head and join the Straight Edge Society, I think we're finished here. Colt Cabana: Seriously? [[ Punk grabs Serena's hand and the two make their way out of the locker room. Colt stands there, completely blind-sided by Punk's reaction and change in character. ]] [[ In the locker room of Sweet N Sour, Incorporated, Larry Sweeney is popping open bottles of wine in the back and pouring glasses and handing them out to Del Rey, Chris Hero, and Claudio Castagnoli. Claudio and Hero have their LOC Tag Team titles around their waists, fresh off their victory just a few minutes ago. Sweeney is cackling like a hyena. ]] Larry Sweeney: GOLD, BABY! HAHAHAHAHA!! ONE SHOW, ONE TITLE VICTORY! SWEET N' SOUR IS BACK, BABY.. AND WE'RE BACK WITH THE GOLD! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! [[ Claudio reads the bottle, confused. ]] Claudio Castagnoli: Larry Sweeney, what'tis.. "Boone's Farm?" [[ Hero looks at Sweeney and grabs the bottle from Claudio. ]] Chris Hero: We win the Tag Titles and you congratulate us with Boone's Farm malt liquor?! WE'RE THE BEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD, LARRY! YOU CONGRATULATE THE KINGS WITH THIS?! Larry Sweeney: First off, Hero, it comes in a variety of surprisingly awesome, fruity flavors. [[ Sweeney turns to Claudio. ]] Larry Sweeney: And Claudio, for your information, what do you think I've been doin' for the past year? Claudio Castagnoli: Not takin' your bipolar medicine and livin' in a box under ze' underpass? Larry Sweeney: Exact-a-mundo. [[ Sweeney rips his aviator sunglasses off his face and shows a crazed look. ]] Larry Sweeney: Boone's Farm is all I can afford until the Kings of Wrestling's championship payday comes in and I get my cut! And when I do, Sweet N' Sour Inc. continues its rise back to the top of this business, daddy! Limousines, caviar, blowjobs! We're gonna' have it all! I went to the top and straight down to the very bottom.. I was broken, crazed, and homeless just a few short months ago. So I tore down the tent I was living under, also known as the suit I'm wearing today.. And I decided to rebuild my empire! I hired a good lawyer who specializes in motorcycle head injuries, worker's comp, and diet pill lawsuits to look over the old contracts we had in ROH to determine I was still able to bring the band back together and make money! Chris Hero: How'd you find the lawyer who specializes in all of that? Larry Sweeney: His billboard was legit. [[ Sweeney shakes it off. ]] Larry Sweeney: Regardless, blow jobs for everybody now that we're RICH! [[ Claudio nods in approval, taking a sip of his wine. ]] Claudio Castagnoli: I do appreciate ze' woman's lips on my VERY European penis. Larry Sweeney: I think everyone in this room appreciates a good blow job. [[ The camera pans to Sara Del Rey, who crosses her arms and gives Sweeney an irritated look he no sells and continues. ]] Larry Sweeney: With you two as Tag Team Champions, there's no stoppin' this group from risin' to the top of this company where we belong! The Young Knockout Kid! "The Very European" Claudio Castagnoli! The Kings of Wrestling! The best tag team in League of Champions is in Camp Sweeney, puttin' all those ham-n-eggers in their places! [[ In the locker room come barging in Eddie Edwards and Davey Richards, both men fuming angry. ]] Davey Richards: Best tag team in LOC, huh Sweeney? [[ Sweeney looks around nervously. ]] Davey Richards: We may be contractually bound to Sweet N Sour Inc. still, but what happened out there tonight, flash in a pan. Hey, we lost. We admit defeat. But it won't happen again, son. You two are the champs, God bless you, but you're not gonna' have 'em long. [[ Richards stares down at the LOC title belts and back to Sweeney. ]] Davey Richards: Celebrate tonight. Have a good time drinking your expensive wine. We're going to be getting ourselves ready for a rematch. Enjoy your favorite clients, Sweeney, but remember.. If you don't take care of us, we'll sue your ass. Eddie Edwards: And then it'll be US drinkin' your fancy wine! Chris Hero: It's Boone's Farm. [[ The Wolves look pleasantly surprised. Richards, in his most serious tone possible finishes.. ]] Davey Richards: Even God damn better. The good stuff. Chris Hero: WHAT THE FUCK? IT'S THREE DOLLARS A BOTTLE! [[ The Wolves leave the locker room as Sweeney looks on. We're not even at the end of the first show and there's already tension among the Sweet N' Sour Incorporated camp! This can't bode well for Larry Sweeney's return to the business! ]]
Match Four:
Twenty Man Battle Royal
[[ CM Punk stands up and walks to the center of the ring with a big smile on his face. He applauds Joe for doing all the hard work in making the final two eliminations while Punk sat on the canvas watching. Joe is super-intense, ready to finish it right now and leave with the LOC title. Referee Jack Doan steps in between them, shoving Joe back to the opposite corner as Joe is heard loudly screaming "LET'S FINISH THIS TONIGHT, PUNK! YOU SCARED?! YOU SCARED OF ME PUSSY!?" Punk laughs and doesn't even retaliate, he just rolls out of the ring and grabs Serena by the hand and makes his way up to the ramp. Punk arrogantly waves at Joe, knowing the fight is going to wait until next week and not tonight. ]] [[ Next week on GLORY, the LOC Heavyweight Championship will have an owner in either Samoa Joe or CM Punk! These two long-time bitter rivals will square off in our main event and determine who is the top man in League of Champions! Samoa Joe is obviously ready to take home the belt, while CM Punk did as little work as possible tonight to ensure his spot in next week's main event! Who will leave Nashville as LOC Champion?! ]] [[ Fade. ]] |
