GLORY: Chapter Three
 Atlanta, Georgia - May 7, 2010

Pre-Show Results:
 Latin American Exchange d Buff Bagwell and Scott Norton
 Dave Batista d Zach Gowen

[[ Fade up. ]]

[[ A very bruised Christian comes through the entrance doors backstage, dragging his suitcase behind him. Christian has a black eye and looks like he's been through hell and back after the assault he took from Desmond Wolfe tonight. Josh Matthews comes from no where to catch up to "Captain Charisma." ]]

Josh Matthews: Christian, word's going around that you have a concussion from the Tower of London you took last week. You're not medically cleared to compete tonight in the opening round of the Elite title tournament.

[[ Christian stops dead in his tracks and stares down Matthews. Christian doesn't even want to hear what he has to say. ]]

Josh Matthews: Desmond Wolfe has vowed that tonight, if you stepped into the ring, he'd finish what he started!

[[ This strikes a nerve with Christian. ]]

Christian: That so?

[[ Matthews nods. ]]

Christian: No, I'm not at one-hundred percent. Neither will be Desmond Wolfe when I finish with him tonight! He's all mad I eliminated him from the battle royal two weeks ago, I get that. But now I'm mad he clotheslined me in the throat and smashed my face down on a steel chair!

[[ Christian turns to the camera. ]]

Christian: Tonight, not only will I get my revenge for last week, I'm also going to have some gold around my waist when I win that Elite title for my peeps! If you want to try to take me out once and for all, then go for it! You'd better damn-near kill me, Wolfe.. Because if you don't, it'll be the second worst mistake you've ever made.

Josh Matthews: What would be his first worst mistake?

[[ Christian smirks. ]]

Christian: Not killing me last week.

[[ Christian picks up his suitcase and makes his way to his locker room as we go to the ring for the first match of the evening. ]]

Match One: Elite Title Tournament
 Austin Starr vs. Low-Ki

[[ Austin Starr took a major beating from Low-Ki in this match. Stiff kicks, chops, and strikes took a lot out of Starr, but thanks to Sweeney, Starr stays in the match. With a Michinoku Driver, Low-Ki goes up top for the Warrior's Way, but Sweeney shoves Ki off the top! Starr comes to, picks Ki up and hits him with a Brainbuster for the three count! ]]

Winner: Austin Starr via Pin Fall

 

[[ After the match, the cameras cut to the.. Men's restroom? Inside we see the usual set-up of urinals, sinks, and stalls. In the middle of the bathroom is Colt Cabana sitting behind a broken down, wooden desk. On the desk is a coffee cup filled with ink pens, a computer monitor that isn't plugged in, and a stuffed squirrel. ]]

Colt Cabana: Hey everyone, welcome to the return of "GOOD TIMES, GREAT MEMORIES!"

[[ A horribly cheesy graphic for Good Times, Great Memories flashes across the screen. ]]

Colt Cabana: Whenever the powers that be will allow me, I'll do an interview with a member of the LOC roster and see what kind of tomfoolery we can get into! Today's guest is none other than CHRISTOPHER DANIELS!

[[ The camera pans over to show a stall with the door closed. All you can see is a pair of feet, we presume, belonging to Christopher Daniels. ]]

Christopher Daniels: ..What?

Colt Cabana: Chris Daniels, everybody! Thanks for being on the show today. Here in a little bit, you have an Elite title qualifier against Bryan Danielson. How are you feeling about that?

Christopher Daniels: Dammit, Cabana! I'm busy here! I don't have time for your stupidity!

[[ Cabana looks to the camera, hurt. ]]

Colt Cabana: I was really going for "tomfoolery" or "shenanigans" there. Not "stupidity."

Christopher Daniels: Get out of here!

[[ Cabana looks like he's sincerely interested in everything Daniels says, even though he has to look at the door of a bathroom stall to do so. ]]

Colt Cabana: Interesting. Had no idea you felt that way. Now, after you beat Danielson and I beat Edge, we'll be two of the four guys fightin' for that title in the main event! I can't wait to tie it up later tonight!

Christopher Daniels: Seriously, Cabana, get the hell out of here so I can finish!

[[ Cabana pinches his nose. ]]

Colt Cabana: Smells like you're doing some work in there!

Christopher Daniels: You're making me look like a damn joke! Is this being taped for television?

[[ Cabana hesitates for a second. ]]

Colt Cabana: ...No.

Christopher Daniels: LIAR!

[[ Cabana makes a "shh!" motion to the fans watching at home. ]]

Colt Cabana: I'm just chillin' out, bro.

Christopher Daniels: In the bathroom.. While someone's taking a dump?

Colt Cabana: Yep. Just lovin' life.

Christopher Daniels: You're an idiot. When I get out of here, so help me God, Cabana, I'm going to murder you! I'm going to pour your blood down the drain!

[[ Just then a stage hand walks in the restroom, very confused. ]]

Stage Hand: Uh, Colt?

Colt Cabana: That's me.

[[ The stage hand looks around at the situation, shakes it off, and continues. ]]

Stage Hand: Your music's about to hit. You're up next.

Colt Cabana: Now? Seriously?

Stage Hand: Yep.

Colt Cabana: I didn't even get a chance to get ready.

[[ Cabana stands up, does some light stretching and reaches down under the desk. He pulls out a roll of toilet paper and lays it on his desk. He then shoves his desk as close to the stall door as he can get it. Satisfied with his work, he smiles. ]]

Colt Cabana: Alright, Daniels.. I'm gonna' leave you be. See ya' in the main event!

[[ Cabana walks out of the restroom, but before he does, he turns off the lights. ]]

Christopher Daniels: DAMMIT, CABANA!

[[ Brief hesitation. ]]

Christopher Daniels: Wait a second, the toilet paper's gone!

[[ Fade. ]]

Match Two: Elite Title Tournament
 Colt Cabana vs. Edge

[[ Cabana should have spent more time preparing for his match tonight than ruining Christopher Daniels' day for no reason, because Edge took it to him big time in this match. Colt probably didn't get in any offense whatsoever before falling to the Implant DDT for the three count. ]]

Winner: Edge via Pin Fall

 

[[ A high-stakes poker game is going on backstage as James Storm, Robert Roode, Shane Douglas, the Briscoe Brothers, and SoCal Val sit at the table. Storm is dealing the cards as everyone at the table is drinking beer, having a good time. Val is holding her cards with one hand and covering her bare breasts with her other. ]]

James Storm: Alright, sugar tits, what'cha got? It'd better be somethin' good or else we're gonna' see them tits!

[[ Val looks a little nervous and she lays down her cards. ]]

SoCal Val: All of my cards are the same kind.

Robert Roode: Damn! A flush!

[[ Immediately, Shane Douglas spikes his cards down on the table, smashes his beer bottle against the ground and gets up from the table and looks at Val as he yells. ]]

Shane Douglas: FUCK YOU, SLUT! AFTER THE GAME'S OVER, KINDLY GO HOME AND DIE! DIE! CHOKE ON A TOOTHBRUSH LIKE, REST IN PEACE, EDDIE GUERRERO! WHORE!

[[ The Franchise storms off as Jay Briscoe slides all the chips Val's way. She begins clapping in celebration, exposing her breasts in the process! Everyone at the table looks on like they were given a glimpse of Heaven. Unfortunately for those watching at home on television, the good stuff was blurred out. ]]

Mark Briscoe: LOOK AT 'DEM TITTAYS! Boah, I'd like to have 'em shoved in mah face! NawwhaImean, mayne?

Jay Briscoe: Hell yeah, son! Her pussy would hafta' MAN UP! if my dick gotta' hold of it!

Mark Briscoe: MAN UP, WEAK ASS PUSSY!

Jay Briscoe: Yeah! Stick ya' dick in there and it screams for mercy! Like stickin' a tree stump in a Coke bottle!

[[ Everyone at the table seems legitimate surprised and disgusted. ]]

Mark Briscoe: Pussy don't stand a' chance, boah!

[[ CM Punk comes walking through the hallway and notices the card game going on. He's stopped by James Storm, who offers him a beer. ]]

James Storm: C'mon, champ. Get ya' a beer and let's have some fun!

[[ Punk takes the cold beer from Storm, smells of it, and drops it to the ground, causing the bottle to shatter in pieces! ]]

James Storm: YOU BASTARD!

[[ Storm stands up to try to confront Punk, but Punk shoves him to the ground! Punk them grabs the poker table and flips it over, sending money, beer, and cigars flying everywhere! Jay and Mark Briscoe begin scooping up as much of the money and poker chips as they can during all of this. Punk looks down at the havoc he wrecked with a smile. ]]

CM Punk: This... Is not acceptable.

[[ Punk points out everyone at the table. ]]

CM Punk: You know, if you guys took your careers as serious as this card game, as your drinking habit.. You might actually get to be in the ring. But instead, just sit backstage, enjoy a poisoning beverage, a cancer stick, and let's waste away all the money you've made! This garbage will NOT take place in League of Champions while I'm representing the company as Heavyweight Champion!

Mark Briscoe: Mayne, why'chu jus' wanna' roll up in here and take 'way our fun fuh?

CM Punk: I don't understand inbred.

[[ Punk continues as if Mark never said anything. ]]

CM Punk: The drinking, the killing of your lungs, none of that's going to continue until the day CM Punk leaves LOC. So, as of now, consider the backstage area of this company Straight Edge.

James Storm: I can't wait for that day to come.

[[ Punk smirks. ]]

CM Punk: Me either.

[[ Punk notices SoCal Val shirtless, covering her breasts. Punk looks disgusted at the sight. ]]

CM Punk: Whore.

[[ Punk walks off as we go to the ring. CM Punk has put the backstage area on lockdown while he's champion! If he's not going to drink or smoke, then neither is the rest of the locker room! You know this isn't going to sit well with the rest of LOC. ]]

[[ We are now in LOC owner Ricky Steamboat's office. He's sitting behind his desk on his cell phone, looking over a stack of papers, presumably a contract. The phone call is going well by the tone of his voice. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Yeah, I just got it. Everything looks great.

[[ Steamboat chuckles as he listens to the voice on the other end. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: I'm glad we could come up with a deal that will be beneficial to all parties involved. Welcome aboard League of Champions!

[[ Steamboat nods, listening to the other voice. He puts the contract back in the large envelope it came in. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Sounds great. We'll see you in a couple of weeks then.

[[ He hangs the phone up as he looks truly relieved to have gotten this particular deal done. But who? Who has Ricky Steamboat struck a deal with to bring in to League of Champions? A knock is heard at the door, James E. Cornette comes in wearing his usual suit and tie. ]]

Ricky Steamboat: Oh, hey, Jim.

Jim Cornette: You wanted to see me?

[[ Cornette takes a seat in front of Steamboat's desk as Steamboat walks over to his office door and closes it.What are these two meeting for? ]]

Match Three: Elite Title Tournament
 Desmond Wolfe vs. Christian

[[ Christian jumps on Desmond before the bell even sounds, hitting him with lefts, rights, forearms, and elbows to the fans' delight. Desmond low blows Christian, and it was all downhill from there for Captain Charisma. Wolfe hit a sickening lariat, sending Christian to the mat head first. Christian staggers his way to his feet where he's met with a headbutt. Desmond tosses Christian outside and grabs his hands on either side of the ring post. Desmond begins pulling Christian towards him, causing him to crash head first into the ring post, busting him wide open! Desmond does this four times until Christian collapses to the ground. Wolfe tosses Christian back in and hits another lariat! Blood is splattering the canvas as referee Mike Chioda tries convincing Desmond to lighten up. Wolfe picks Christian up to the top rope, TOWER OF LONDON! Christian doesn't get his hands up to support himself and takes the move all on his neck and head! Desmond spits on Christian and then locks in the London Dungeon as Mike Chioda quickly calls for the bell! The referee has stopped this one for Christian's own good. He couldn't defend himself anymore thanks to the vicious assault from Wolfe!

EMT's quickly hit the ring and begin tending to Christian as Wolfe rolls out of the ring. Chelsea hands him his sunglasses and then puts on his jacket as he looks very satisfied with the damage he's done. Christian's career could be over! ]]

Winner: Desmond Wolfe via Referee Stoppage

 

Match Four: Non-Title Match
CM Punk vs. Jay Lethal

[[ This was a total squash match. CM Punk dominated from bell to bell with stiff kicks and combination strikes. Punk whipped Lethal into the corner, which led to the running knee! Bulldog! Lethal ducks a roundhouse and attempted a Dragon Suplex, but Punk mule-kicked him in the crotch, which set up to Go To Sleep for the three count. The LOC Heavyweight Champion looked unstoppable! ]]

Winner: CM Punk via Pin Fall

[[ Serena hands CM Punk a microphone and the LOC title as the referee helps Jay Lethal out of the ring. The boos are reigning down on Punk, who looks like he's mentally preparing for whatever he's about to say. Punk drops to his knees, laying the LOC title in front of him. Punk runs his hand through his hair, moving it out of his face. ]]

CM Punk: I have an announcement.

[[ "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clapclapclapclapclap "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" ]]

CM Punk: Oh no, I will not shut up! This is an important announcement.. Probably the most important address I will ever make in my entire career, and in my entire life.

[[ Punk picks up the LOC title and stares at his reflection in the center-plate. ]]

CM Punk: One week ago, I took Samoa Joe to the limit in the main event. I won this championship fair and square, no matter what your opinion is. One of the highlights of my life was having Ricky Steamboat raise my hand in the air and hand me this championship belt. Because I knew, with this title, came power.. With this belt around my waist I have all the power in this company.

[[ He drops the belt back down to the mat. ]]

CM Punk: I was the first man Ricky Steamboat contacted. I didn't even sign a contract. Me and him just shook hands and agreed to get me here and worry about the details later. Thanks to Ricky Steamboat, I got my deal with WWE five years ago, so it was the least I could do for ol' Dragon.

[[ He cracks a devilish grin. ]]

CM Punk: And thanks to Ricky Steamboat, I'll walk into Solid Gold Wrestling a hero when I spike this worthless title in this garbage can!

[[ The fans go silent. ]]

CM Punk: The perfect plan has worked! Eric Bischoff paid me a handsome sum of money, promised me the world, promised all the power and money I could handle to bring this title belt and hand it to him on Mayhem! And that's exactly what I'm going to do! I have no contract! I have no legal ties to this company! That's why, May 7, 2010.. I ANNOUNCE THAT I AM LEAVING LEAGUE OF CHAMPIONS ON MAY TWENTY-FOURTH, AND I'M TAKING THE BELT WITH ME!

[[ What?! The fans are booing and in a state of absolute disbelief. Even Serena at ringside is stunned, apparently having no idea of Punk's plan! ]]

CM Punk: Ricky Steamboat, you stupid old man, you played right into my plan. My stock is at an all-time high thanks to winning this title. Allowing me to win that title last week after hitting Joe with the chair was icing on the cake! I'm a snake, Steamboat. When you get too close to a snake, he'll bite! I don't care about anyone or anything but myself and spreading my message across the industry! I am the most important wrestler not only in this company, but in the entire business.

[[ "C-M-PUSSY!" ]]

CM Punk: I hate each and every one of you people in the stands. I hate each and every person in the back. I hate each and every person at LOC Headquarters! Ricky Steamboat, I feel sorry for you.

[[ Punk is hit with a cup of beer from the stands! Trash is being thrown into the ring as he speaks. The boos and chants are so deafening you can almost not even hear what Punk's saying. The hostility in the arena is at an all-time high as Punk sells out League of Champions! ]]

CM Punk: Judas Iscariot was trusted disciple of Jesus Christ. He was one of the twelve chosen to follow and spread the word.. But when it came down to it.. When the opportunity arose.. He betrayed Jesus Christ for thirty pieces of silver.

[[ Punk holds the belt up as the camera zooms in. ]]

CM Punk: When the opportunity arose for CM Punk.. I did it for the fame, the fortune, and the spotlight to spread my message of straight edge! But unlike Judas, I have no shame! No regrets! I did exactly what I set out to do and once I leave this minor league promotion, I'LL NEVER LOOK BACK!

[[ The booing and chanting is so loud you can barely hear Punk speak. This doesn't stop the champion, though, as he continues through the fans' reactions as if they're not even in the building. Punk's turned his back on LOC and the least of his concerns now are the fans! ]]

CM Punk: Eric Bischoff has Solid Gold Wrestling destined for greatness. And with CM Punk leading that ship, we're going to put this company and MVW.. Out of business. I am the best wrestler in this business! I'm better than Samoa Joe! I'm better than John Cena! I'm better than Matt Morgan! I am CM Punk... And THE CHAMP IS HERE!

[[ He takes the title belt and looks at his reflection in the center. ]]

CM Punk: Such a beautiful belt to be tossed in a dumpster. You are witnessing the beginning of the New Era of CM Punk! The unstoppable era! I will run through this God forsaken company without being touched. I will beat each and every person thrown at me, because, let's face it.. If the almighty Samoa Joe can't pin me.. WHO CAN?! I'm going to walk right into Solid Gold and exchange this belt for that contract. And there's nothing Steamboat can do! Nothing you people can do! I hold the cards! I have the power! CM PUNK... IS IN CONTROL!

[[ Punk rises to his feet and raises the title high in the air. HERE COMES SAMOA JOE, BRYAN DANIELSON, COLT CABANA, AND CHRISTOPHER DANIELS! The four men try to surround Punk, but Punk looks on, not intimidated whatsoever. Punk smirks as he addresses his adversaries. ]]

CM Punk: Kiss my ass!

[[ Punk spikes the microphone down and leaves the ring. Punk hops over the guardrail and makes his way through the fans, guided by security so he's not attacked! CM Punk is leaving League of Champions with the LOC title! The four men stand in the middle of the ring as Punk isn't seen again, fading into the crowd of people. As the show goes to commercial, you have to wonder what in the world Ricky Steamboat's going to do! ]]

 

[[ As the show comes back from commercial, the scene backstage is tense. Emotions are at an all-time high. Ricky Steamboat is in his office on the telephone, frantically trying to figure something to do about the bombshell CM Punk dropped on LOC just few moments ago. Samoa Joe comes storming into the office, right up to Steamboat's desk. This is definitely a different mindset than Steamboat was in just a few minutes ago when he was closing a couple of deals without a care in the world. ]]

Samoa Joe: How is this possible, Dragon?

Ricky Steamboat: I messed up, Joe. I messed up big time.

[[ Steamboat buries his head in his hands, destroyed. ]]

Samoa Joe: How can the Heavyweight Champion just announce he's leaving to join the competition and that be it?

Ricky Steamboat: A handshake agreement, Joe. He was right, that's all we had. He's only contracted for a few more shows and he's free to go wherever. The contracts are still being finalized completely and I figured Punk's handshake was as good as his signature on paper.

[[ Joe rolls his eyes. ]]

Samoa Joe: CM Punk is a goddamn snake, Dragon! You know it! You trusted him?! You put everything you had planned for this company and put it in his hands.. You let what he did last week stand when he clocked me with that chair and covered me to win the belt! You didn't try to make things right! Now look what's happened.. It's bit you on the ass.

[[ Steamboat runs his hands through his hair, trying to think of something. ]]

Samoa Joe: You have nothing to say? NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT YOUR CHAMPION LEAVING LIKE A PUNK ASS BITCH FOR SOLID GOLD?!

Ricky Steamboat: You got me, Joe. You're right. Last week I shouldn't have let the decision stand when he won the title like that. That's not the way I wanted my first champion to be crowned, but it happened. I'm responsible. I'm also responsible for this..  I want to make it right. If you do this for me, I'll reward you with whatever you want, Joe. Money, title shots, whatever.

Samoa Joe: I'm listening.

Ricky Steamboat: You know the match I originally had you in tonight against AJ Styles for a title shot? It's scratched. It's now a triple threat match for the LOC title. You, Punk, and AJ. I want the belt off Punk. I want him sent packing to Eric Bischoff in a body bag!

Samoa Joe: Consider it done. But I'm not doin' it for you, Steamer.. I'm doin' it for this company. Someone has to look out for it, take care of it, and make sure it survives this. And that's where I come in at.

[[ AJ Styles comes into Steamboat's office right after Joe agrees. AJ looks furious. ]]

AJ Styles: What's this, Steamboat? You're already hand-picking Joe to win the belt tonight? What about me? What about AJ Styles, the "Phenomenal One!?" I deserve to be champion as much as Fat Joe here! I want the financial reward AND the title!

Rick Steamboat: AJ, right now, I don't care if Val Venis gets into that ring and takes the belt off Punk.

AJ Styles: Seriously?

Ricky Steamboat: Seriously.

[[ AJ turns to Joe, shoving his index finger into Joe's chest. ]]

AJ Styles: Guess we have a little bit more on the line in our match. You'd better stay out of my way, Joe. That belt's mine.

Samoa Joe: Touch me like that again, son, and you won't make it to the main event. I'm on a mission now. Unlike you, I give a damn about this company and whether or not it succeeds. I'm going to take out CM Punk.. It's more like YOU had better be the one staying out of MY way.

[[ The stakes have been raised tonight here in Atlanta! CM Punk is forced to defend his title against AJ Styles and Samoa Joe! There's no way either man will let Punk leave LOC with the title! ]]

Match Five: Elite Title Tournament
 Christopher Daniels vs. Bryan Danielson

[[ This was the best match of the night by far. Danielson is a man possessed, trying to score his first victory, and Christopher Daniels is determined to continue his quest of new beginnings here in LOC. This match was of high importance and both men laid it all out there for the fans. Near the end of the match, both men exhausted, Danielson hits a roaring elbow, sending Daniels to the mat in a heap! Danielson gets himself fired up, pumping his fists at the fans. Dave Batista comes out on the ramp to watch. Danielson catches a glimpse of him, but tries to pay him no attention. He walks back to Daniels to finish him off, but Daniels rolls him up! One, two, three! Danielson has lost again! ]]

Winners: Christopher Daniels via Pin Fall

 

[[ Immediately after coming from the ring, Bryan Danielson finds a camera backstage and looks into it, the look of defeat all over his face. He's noticeably disappointed, and with good reason. ]]

Bryan Danielson: To say I'm struggling is an understatement. I have to find a way out of this. I WILL find a way out of this.

[[ Pause. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Chris Daniels, you got to me tonight.. Fair and square, congratulations. That was my own fault, and it won't happen again.

[[ He rubs his hands across his face and lets out a big sigh. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Dave Batista, week in, week out, all you've done is belittle me. Three weeks in, I've fought three weeks. You, you fight once and then decide to make fun of everyone else. I think it's about time for you to put your money where your big mouth is. If you're some sort of superstar, then prove it!

[[ You can see the intensity in Danielson's eyes. ]]

Bryan Danielson: Let's go one-on-one. Then we'll see how easy it is to sit back and criticize someone else when they lose a match. I've lost before, it's not a big deal, you won't win them all.. But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back and let someone bury me week after week just because he's progressed farther in this business than I have! I've earned my spot! I've earned the respect these fans give me! And I will not let someone try to take it away from me.

[[ We go to the ring. ]]

Match Six: Tag Team Match
#1 Contendership to the LOC Tag Team Titles
 Beer Money, Inc. vs. The American Wolves

[[ This was a great tag team bout between two teams looking to do whatever they can to get a chance at the gold. Beer Money worked well together, but they were no match for the hard hitting Wolves. Eddie Edwards eats a DWI and rolls out of the ring. Richards whips Roode against the ropes but it's reversed, Sweeney, paying not attention, trips Richards instead! This allows Beer Money to hit another DWI for the three count! Sweeney has no idea what happened until he turned around to see his client being pinned. ]]

Winners: Beer Money, Inc. via Pin Fall

[[ Sweeney gets on the apron and puts his hands together in a praying motion, begging for forgiveness to Davey Richards. Eddie Edwards gets back in the ring and asks Davey what happened, but Richards slaps his hand away from him and storms to the back, furious. Sweeney cost his own team a chance to fight the Kings of Wrestling. ]]

 

[[ After the commercial break, the scene opens up inside of Edge's locker room. Inside, Edge is lacing up his boots as Brooke Adams is rubbing his shoulders, wearing a skimpy bikini top and a short skirt. Maria is standing by Edge with a microphone, looking noticeably uncomfortable. ]]

Edge: Make it quick, Maria.

Maria: That's usually what I tell guys!

[[ She giggles. ]]

Maria: But anyway, Edge, let me ask you.. Who's the hoochie?

[[ Brooke leans over and gives Edge a peck on the cheek. She goes to introduce herself until Edge puts his finger on top of her lips. ]]

Edge: You'll ruin it if you speak.

[[ He continues. ]]

Edge: This is Brooke Adams.. And we.. Well.. We have a pretty beneficial relationship going on.

Maria: Ah, I get it! Friends with benefits.

Edge: More like.. Benefits. I have someone to dump off a few ropes, she has a reason to be employed. Win-win.

Maria: Disgusting!

[[ Maria quickly tries getting the mental image out of her mind to continue. ]]

Maria: Back to the interview.. You're just a few moments away from your match for the Elite championship. I know you saw what happened to your brother, Christian, out there tonight against Desmond Wolfe. Sources say the injuries are extreme and he's been rushed to the hospital! Is that going to make you angry?

Edge: Nope.

[[ Edge doesn't even look like he's the slightest concern. ]]

Edge: Christian's a big boy. He can fight his own battles, Maria. Big bro isn't going to get involved in them anymore. I'm lookin' out for myself! This waist is missing championship gold, and tonight is my chance to solve that problem.. And I WILL NOT let what happened to Christian bother me! I face three other men. I don't care who they are, Maria. They're all in my way of gold.

[[ He shrugs. ]]

 Edge: Besides, who cares what Desmond Wolfe did to Christian?

[[ Edge stands up and looks down at Maria. ]]

Edge: Now, unless you're going to make this a triple threat, you can be excused.

Maria: I loved Triple Threat! You can be Chris Benoit, because you're mean to women like he was! I call dibs on being "The Franchise!" I'LL FRANCHISE YOUR ASS, JACK! HAHAHA :D!

[[ Edge rubs his hand down his face and shoves Maria out of the locker room. ]]

Brooke Adams: Ugh, what an idiot!

[[ Edge once again puts his finger over her lips. ]]

Edge: We're gonna' have to find something to put in there to shut you up.

[[ Edge begins untying the draw string to his tights as the scene fades. Definitely not something the fans need to be seeing on a Saturday night! We go to the ring for our next match! CM Punk defends the title against Samoa Joe and AJ Styles! ]]

Match Seven: LOC Heavyweight Championship
CM Punk vs. Samoa Joe vs. AJ Styles

[[ Both AJ and Joe start the match off by going after Punk, both men wanting to be the one who takes him out and gains the rewards that come with eliminating him from the company and taking the belt off of him. The fans are behind anyone in this match not named CM Punk. Joe hits a snap powerslam and covers Punk, but AJ breaks up the pinfall. Joe and AJ begin arguing, allowing Punk the chance to low-blow Joe and tackle AJ to the ground. AJ eats a Pepsi Twist for a two count until Joe comes back. STJOE! Punk rolls out of the ring as Joe begins beating down on AJ. MUSCLE BUSTER! But Flair hops on the apron to distract Joe so his man isn't pinned! This allows Punk to come back in and cover AJ Styles for the three count! CM Punk has retained! ]]

Winner: CM Punk via Pin Fall
 STILL LOC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

[[ The fans are absolutely furious as CM Punk slides out of the ring, grabs Serena, who has already gotten a hold of the LOC title, and escapes through the crowd surrounded by security! Joe gets up and looks down at AJ, furious, because he knows he had the pin and the title won if Punk didn't steal it from him. The fans loudly chant "C-M-PUSSY!" at Punk as quickly high-tails it through the crowd, never to be seen again. Joe grabs referee Todd Sinclair and throws him to the ground. CM Punk has escaped this time, but you know he won't be able to hide forever! ]]

[[ A pre-taped vignette. ]]

[[ Hollywood, California. A sunny afternoon like always. In front of the famous Hollywood sign is Joey Ryan. He sports an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt revealing his hairy chest, aviator sunglasses, and a cigarette in his mouth. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and exhales the smoke. ]]

Joey Ryan: Lights! Camera! Action!

[[ Pause. ]]

Joey Ryan: This is my town! The glitz, the glam, the stars.. It's all I know. I am a superstar. A superstar worthy of living in this town. National television, been there, done that. Prestigious championship victories, check. Joey Ryan will be the dose of personality this company needs. It's got the talent, but it severely lacks the star power Joey Ryan brings!

[[ He takes another puff of his cigarette. ]]

Joey Ryan: Ricky Steamboat has decided to build a company based on honor, respect, and pride. He's filled his roster with great athletes and wrestlers, while Eric Bischoff and Shane McMahon went for the bigger names. Why did Ricky Steamboat do this?

[[ The camera zooms in tight on Ryan's bearded face. ]]

Joey Ryan: Because he's an idiot.

[[ He smirks. ]]

Joey Ryan: Fuck honor, pride, glory and respect. This is the professional wrestling business. It's a cut-throat as any business in the world. To build a company on respect and honor while everyone involved in it are leaches and backstabbers is insulting to me. That's why, I'm going to come into League of Champions as the absolute top star, shoot the ratings through the roof, and give LOC the boost its so desperately needing.

[[ Ryan rubs his chest with both hands with a snarl on his face. ]]

Joey Ryan: I'm coming after that LOC title. And in the process, I will piss on LOC's glory, laugh in the face of its pride, and rape LOC of its honor.

[[ Pause. ]]

Joey Ryan: I am Joey Ryan.. And I'm gonna' bring SLEAZY BACK!

[[ Camera zooms in closely on his face. ]]

Joey Ryan: To League of Champions.

[[ Coming soon. ]]

[[ Fade. ]]

Match Eight: LOC Elite Championship
 Austin Starr vs. Desmond Wolfe vs. Edge vs. Christopher Daniels

[[ These four men were all over the place in this one. The Elite championship was the main goal and the fans were given a highly competitive match. Starr got a near fall early on with a 450 Splash, but Edge tossed him out of the ring. The fans are squarely behind the Rated R Superstar and Christopher Daniels. Edge and Desmond go face-to-face in the ring, will Edge get revenge for Christian? The fans beg for it, but instead, Edge spears Daniels! Wolfe sees the opening and goes for a lariat on Edge, who ducks it, SPEAR! IMPLANT DDT! One, two, three! Edge did it! Edge won the Elite title to the shock of Flair and Chelsea ringside! ]]

Winner: Edge via Pin Fall
 FIRST EVER LOC ELITE CHAMPION

[[ Edge has done it! He's captured the Elite Championship! Desmond Wolfe rolls to the outside where he's met by Ric Flair and Chelsea. Chelsea checks on Desmond, who struggles for oxygen after that spear, as Flair gets on the ring apron and begins to yell and scream profanities at Edge for beating their man! Edge goes to the top turnbuckle and holds the title high into the air as the fans shower Edge with cheers of adoration. "Metalingus" blasts loudly through the speakers of the arena as Edge poses at the top of each of the turnbuckles. Desmond Wolfe might have taken out Christian, but he wasn't able to take out Edge! After the way tonight's gone for LOC, the fans needed a reason to go home happy. Unfortunately for Ricky Steamboat, things are going the way he had planned when he created League of Champions. Things are starting to get crazy here in LOC, who knows what will happen next week? ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]