GLORY: Chapter Two
Pre-Show Results: [[ Fade up. ]] [[ GLORY opens up ringside with Ricky Steamboat already in the ring. The fans are going crazy, ready for another week of LOC wrestling. Steamboat has a microphone in his hand and waves to the crowd to settle them down from their loud "L-O-C!" chants. ]] Ricky Steamboat: Welcome to Glory! [[ Huge crowd pop. ]] Ricky Steamboat: Ladies and gentlemen, I want to start off tonight's huge show by saying thank you to each and every person who helped make last week's show a success! Tonight, we're going to crown the first-ever LOC Heavyweight Champion in a match between CM Punk and Samoa Joe! Trust me, if you've never seen the matches these two have had before, tonight's main event is going to be one for the ages! [[ The fans are still buzzing as Steamboat continues on. ]] Ricky Steamboat: And to make sure the title matches goes off without any problems tonight, I'm going to make myself the special referee. [[ "Miseria Cantare" by AFI hits right in the middle of Steamboat's address. The fans hit their feet, knowing this is the arrival of CM Punk and Serena. Punk comes out to the top of the ramp, hand in hand with Serena. The two slowly make their way into the ring as they're greeted to a chorus of boos and obscenities. Punk takes the microphone from Steamboat and shakes his hand. ]] CM Punk: Ricky Steamboat, right off the bat, I want to go ahead and let you know that, after tonight's main event, your company and your company's heavyweight title belt will be in good hands. It will be in the possession of a man who will never be suspended.. A man who will never show up to the arena unable to compete.. You will never have to worry about whether or not your champion will show up.. Your company will be put on shoulders of a man who will save this company.. Your title will be around the waist of the Straight Edge Savior, CM PUNK! [[ Boos all around as Serena is seemingly the only one applauding the idea of CM Punk as champion. ]] CM Punk: I will be a champion you can be proud of. I'm a great role model for the addicts in the arena, drinking their six-dollar beers, hoping the show doesn't go long so they can hurry up and get outside to light up a cancer stick.. And for the people watching at home, drinking their beer, smoking their marijuana and overdosing on their pain medication. I will be the man who saves this company from itself... And all I have to do is beat Samoa Joe. [[ "JOE! JOE! JOE!" ]] CM Punk: Go ahead! Chant his name! He's too busy planning his next attempt of selling out! He's too busy in the back being something he's not! He'll walk into this ring in the main event, and he'll curl up into a ball and go quietly into the night, looking for his next pay day, looking for the next party to go to so he can be too drunk in the morning to remember what I did to him! [[ Without any music or fanfare, Samoa Joe comes storming out to the ring and gets right up in Punk's face! The "JOE!" chants grow louder as he's provided a microphone. ]] CM Punk: Look everybody, Joe doesn't have his tribal face paint on yet! Hey Joe, where's your "Nation of Violence" biker jacket and your big machete at? [[ Joe grabs Punk by the collar of the shirt and Punk immediately slaps it away. ]] CM Punk: Look at you trying to be a tough guy. Go ahead, do what you want, but when Steamboat and Vince snap their fingers and pitch you a new gimmick, you'll fall right in line.. Because you're a sellout! You and I were in Ring of Honor together, we made the World title important and we saved that company from the rubble it was in. I remember the first time we went to a sixty minute draw, and I grabbed the title belt and raised it in the air and said it was the most important title in North America.. I then remember calling you the best champion in North America.. Boy, what a mistake. [[ Punk smirks at the sight of Joe. ]] CM Punk: Now look at you, a sell out. A shell of your former self! You went to TNA and sold yourself out for the almighty dollar. As long as you were able to hit the bar or the club after the show, who cared, right? Give Samoa Joe his pay check and a mixed drink and that's all he needs! Me, on the other hand, look at me, Joe... I'm a success. I never sold out! I stayed true to my values and who I am, and I succeeded! I didn't give in to corporate America. I didn't sell my soul for the dollar or the main event. [[ Punk continues on as Joe is literally biting his lip from saying anything. ]] CM Punk: And now here in LOC, you want to be LOC Champion? Why? So when Eric Bischoff or Shane McMahon throw a little money your way, you can have leverage to demand more from Steamboat or even jump ship? You want the main event so you can fight last every week because you're too hung over from partying in the club the night before? Samoa Joe: Finished? [[ Joe steps in as Punk puts his hands up in the air. Joe's demeanor is as serious as it's ever been. ]] Samoa Joe: This is the professional wrestling business, son. What happens before and after we step into the ring doesn't mean a damn thing in LOC! All that matters is what goes down in THIS RING! AND WHAT GOES DOWN IN THIS REAL IS SAMOA JOE KILLING PEOPLE EACH AND EVERY DAMN NIGHT! SAMOA JOE COMES TO WORK PREPARED, AND SAMOA JOE GETS THE JOB DONE! And the last thing I need is some punk-ass walking around with a big beard, a pair of tits holding your hand, thinkin' you're some sort of big deal because you criticize everyone for what they do in their own personal lives. [[ Punk doesn't even look Joe in the eyes, but Joe fixes that real quick by grabbing his face and moving it to where he has to look at him, drawing a huge pop from the fans. ]] Samoa Joe: LOOK AT ME! [[ He continues. Joe looks like he's going to erupt in anger from the disrespect Punk's showing him. ]] Samoa Joe: Nobody's going to take the time to run me in the ground and then not look me in the eyes when it's my turn to speak! Tonight, we're gonna' have ourselves a wrestling match for the LOC title. And I remember right, every time you and I went at it one-on-one, Samoa Joe left with the title. Tonight, Punker, I think history's going to repeat itself. Hell yeah, we had wars, we took one another to limits we didn't know we had.. And for the first time in five years, we're in the same ring as one another. [[ The camera takes a wide shot to show both men standing in the ring together for the first time in five years. The fans are quiet for once, eating up every word each man says. It just shows how important the title match to them tonight truly is. ]] Samoa Joe: We've gone our separate ways, we've each reached the top of our respective companies. But tonight, you stand in my way of becoming champion. So for the last seven days, all I've done is thought about CM Punk. Every time I close my eyes you're what I see.. Every time I hit the punching bag, you're what I hit.. Every time I bumped in a ring, it was to make myself that much more ready for tonight. I'm gonna' bust you up, Punk. I won't finish until I can feel the life slip out of you as I choke you out. I want that title, and if I have to go through you to get it, so be it. CM Punk: I know you're angry. I know you're jealous of how it worked out for me while you were busy being kidnapped by ninjas, never to be seen again. You have these fans chanting your name, Joe.. Just remember, the same fans chanting "JOE! JOE! JOE!" were the same mindless zombies chanting "C-M-PUNK!" every time I came out.. That was, until I spoke the truth. Until I made a declaration that no more was I going to stand by and let these people ruin their lives! These failures turned their backs on me just like you turned your back on me! If it wasn't for me, Joe, how would you and Homicide have gotten home all of those times you were too drunk to drive? [[ Pause. ]] CM Punk: You want to be the "man" in LOC, Joe? You're not worthy of being the man! You're not worthy of carrying the LOC banner and being the representative of this company! Only one man deserves that title, and you're lookin' at 'em! [[ Punk pie-faces Joe backwards, drawing a huge "OHH!!" from the fans, knowing Punk's totally messed up. ]] Samoa Joe: Let's do this right now! What are we waitin' on, Punk? [[ Joe makes a dive for Punk but he throws Serena in front of himself, allowing for a break to escape the ring before Joe can get his hands on him! Joe grabs Serena and throws her to the outside to a thunderous pop! Joe leans over the ropes, staring Punk down as Steamboat steps in, trying to hold Joe back from going after him! That's twice Punk's high-tailed it from Samoa Joe in two weeks! ]] Samoa Joe: You won't be able to tuck your tail and run anymore after tonight, Punker! I'm gonna' beat your ass and walk away LOC Champion.. Because I am Samoa Joe! I AM PRO-WRESTLING! I AM THE NEXT LOC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! [[ Joe's music hits as the fans start another "JOE! JOE! JOE!" chant as we go to commercial break! The stage has been set for the LOC title match tonight! CM Punk and Samoa Joe will settle all of this in the ring tonight in the main event! ]] Match
One:
Singles Match
[[ Maria is backstage with the "Alpha Male" himself, Monty Brown. Monty is wearing a ridiculously thick, leopard-fur jacket. He sniffs the air as Maria begins the interview. ]] Maria: Hi LOC fans! I'm Maria! And right now, I'm fixing to interview Monty Brown! [[ She turns to Monty, very seriously. ]] Maria: Why are you sniffing the air? Monty Brown: I smell somethin'. Maria: I didn't do it. [[ Brown looks at her oddly, continuing his promo. ]] Monty Brown: I smell prey. Maria: Oh. Monty Brown: Who is the Alpha Male facin' tonight, baby? Maria: I'm not your baby! [[ Monty gets right in her face, staring directly into it. Intimidated, Maria quickly replies. ]] Monty Brown: Who are my opponents? Maria: Some guy in a mask who thinks he's a Mexican and someone named Chuck Taylor. Monty Brown: Never heard of 'em. And that's fine. 'Cause when you're in the ring with the Alpha Male, every one is in my crosshairs! All of my opponents look the same! It ain't rabbit season! It ain't duck season! It ain't deer season! IT'S POUNCE SEASON! IT'S OPEN SEASON! IT'S FAIR GAME IN THE SERENGETI! [[ He snarls. ]] Monty Brown: And tonight, two chumps wanna' get noticed by taking out the Alpha Male! THEY AIN'T GOT GUNS BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE OUT THE ALPHA MALE! I AM THE ELITE ATHLETE IN LOC! [[ He looks at Maria and then back to the camera as it zooms in. ]] Monty Brown: They'll make an impact alright.. I'm gonna' hit 'em so hard, Maria, it'll knock their balls clear outta' their sacks! And that's courtesy of the... POOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [[ He takes a deep breath and pauses. He then rubs his face against Maria's shoulder like he's a cat! ]] Monty Brown: Period. [[ We go to the ring. ]] Match
Two:
Triple Threat
[[ A custom-suit-wearing Dave Batista casually strolls into the scene backstage as Bryan Danielson is seen getting the cut above his eyebrow stitched up by the medic on call. Batista stops and cracks a big smile. ]] Dave Batista: It got real out there tonight, huh? Bryan Danielson: I caught the heel of AJ's boot just right. Nothing major. Dave Batista: You know what would have happened if it were me in that ring? [[ Batista grabs a chair, spins it around, and sits in it, facing Danielson. ]] Bryan Danielson: You'd gotten eliminated by me again, gotten injured, ate some more steroids and took another six month break? [[ Batista chuckles. ]] Dave Batista: You're still sporting a hard dick over that one, aren't you? Don't even mention anything about you eliminating me from the battle royal last week. We all know blind squirrels find nuts every now and then. It doesn't count as a victory on your record. It doesn't help your title standings, nor does it make you a main eventer. It just means, out of nineteen other people, you caught one not paying attention for a split second and got lucky. It could've been CM Punk, it could have been Edge, but it was me. It proves nothing. [[ Danielson smirks a little bit, knowing Batista is still irked about that. ]] Dave Batista: That was just a fluke. You cost me a chance to become LOC Champion, and that's fine. Because I know two things - One, I'll get a title shot in no time flat.. And two, you won't. [[ He cuts Danielson off as the medic finishes and gives him a towel to put over the bloody spot. ]] Dave Batista: You're just another smart ass kid thinking just because you wrestled in front of eight kids and a group of retards from the mental home in PoDunk, USA, it makes you ready for the big leagues. I've main evented Wrestlemania's, I've won the World titles, I've slept with beautiful women, I've driven the cars, I've bought the custom-suits.. I've done everything in this business you WISH you could do. [[ Batista quizzes Danielson, oozing arrogance. ]] Dave Batista: You every touched a wet pussy? [[ He doesn't let Danielson respond.. ]] Dave Batista: Of course not. [[ He chuckles. ]] Dave Batista: Instead of watching porn, you'd rather get your dick stiff watching old Bret Hart matches. [[ He continues. ]] Dave Batista: You're green with envy because you know your career in LOC peaked last week when you pulled the miracle of the century and eliminated me. Hell, if you win a match in LOC, I'll be shocked. I don't know who you could even beat when they're not in the middle of giving someone a Spinebuster. [[ Batista stands up, puts his chair back in place and adjusts his suit jacket. ]] Dave Batista: That little boo-boo on your forehead would've been them trying to sew your damn head back on if it were me in that ring with you. I'd snapped you in half.. (Snaps fingers).. Just like that.. And I wouldn't have thought another thing about it. [[ Batista stands up, puts his chair back in place and adjusts his suit jacket. ]] Dave Batista: Well, good luck with your cut. Be sure to let your momma kiss it and make it better tonight when she tucks you in after a long day of playing make believe in the big boy world. Maybe you'll win one soon enough. [[ Batista places a pair of aviator sunglasses on his face. ]] Dave Batista: Ah, who am I kidding? [[ Batista slowly walks away as Danielson sits there, fists clinched, furiously twitching. Who knows how he managed to contain himself while Batista was running him down for the second week in a row. ]] Match
Three:
Singles Match
[[ As EMTs rush to the ring and quickly begin tending to the bloody body of Christian, Desmond Wolfe is handed a microphone by Chelsea. He walks over to where Christian is, bends down and begins running his opponent down. Blood is pouring out of the nose of Christian that Wolfe busted open with the Tower of London. Christian is still clutching his throat, trying to gather oxygen after taking that Rebound Lariat to the throat! Wolfe has his jacket placed back on him by Chelsea as he begins speaking. ]] Desmond Wolfe: Was it worth it? [[ He pauses a few moments before continuing, as if Christian would reply. ]] Desmond Wolfe: You eliminatin' me from the battle royal last week was the worst mistake'o ya' life. You cost me the LOC Championship! After you eliminated me, gettin' back in that ring and givin' you that lariat wasn't enough! I spent all week thinkin' 'bout what I was gonna' do to you tonight when I got you in this ring one on one.. [[ Wolfe surveys the damage he's done, very satisfied. ]] Desmond Wolfe: And this.. This is a good start. [[ Wolfe stomps Christian on the chest for good measure. ]] Desmond Wolfe: I didn't care 'bout winnin' this match. A win-loss record is bollocks to me at this point. All I cared about is lettin' you know that I don't appreciate havin' my title dreams screwed with by some Marty Jannetty wanna-be. Anyone who steps in my way of becomin' champion in this company, WILL pay for it. [[ Desmond drops the microphone as Chelsea hands him his sunglasses, which he puts on. He gives Christian the double "peace" sign and leaves the ring as we go backstage. ]] [[ Backstage in the locker room of Sweet N Sour, Incorporated, we see Larry Sweeney talking away on his Bluetooth ear piece, most likely making another successful business deal. Chris Hero and Claudio Castagnoli come into the room and Sweeney gets off the couch and shakes the hands of his Tag Team Champions. Davey Richards and Eddie Edwards are in street clothes, working out on a weight bench in the corner for no reason. ]] Claudio Castagnoli: Ready to go to 'ze ring, Larreh? Larry Sweeney: No doubt about it, Claudio! I'm ready to watch the best tag team in the world take out those nobodies! Those disgustos Roderick Strong and Brian Kendrick don't stand a chance! [[ Davey Richards walks up, wiping his forehead with a towel. ]] Larry Sweeney: What's up, Davey? Davey Richards: Who we fightin' tonight? Larry Sweeney: No one that I know of. [[ Davey nods, figuring that was the answer that was coming. ]] Davey Richards: Sounds about right. I figured you'd be working on me and Eddie a contender's match or something so we can get a shot at those belts. Wouldn't you rather your own clients be fighting one another for control of the gold instead of a random team? Eddie Edwards: Yeah, wouldn't you? [[ Sweeney goes on the defensive. ]] Larry Sweeney: Hold up, hold up.. I see where you're comin' from, daddy, I do.. Don't take it personal. If you and Eddie had won the belts last week, it'd be me all about the American Wolves! I have to follow where the gold is, where the money is! The more money I make, the more money YOU make! Trust me, I'm a super agent, and I PROMISE that the American Wolves and the Kings of Wrestling will meet for the belts! [[ Eddie Edwards looks off camera, confused. ]] Eddie Edwards: Hey, what's he doing here? [[ The camera pans over to reveal Austin Starr sitting in the corner reading a magazine while Rain and Lacey sit in his lap. ]] Austin Starr: Yo. Larry Sweeney: Oh, that's Austin Starr. He's the newest member of Sweet N Sour, Inc. Eddie Edwards: Oh. Davey Richards: I'm holdin' you to your word, son. Don't make us go into business for ourselves. We just want a fair shake, and we expect our agent to get the job done for us. [[ Davey looks closely at the title belt resting on Hero's shoulder. ]] Davey Richards: Keep 'em warm. Chris Hero: Let's go, Claudio. We actually have a match to worry about. [[ The Kings leave the locker room with Sweeney right behind them like a puppy. One can't blame the Wolves for wondering where their fair shake is, but Sweeney has a point, he has to follow the gold and focus on keeping the titles in Sweet N Sour, Inc! We go to the ring for the next match. ]]
Match Four:
Non-Title Match
[[ Josh Matthews is standing outside of the locker room of Christian, looking very nervous. ]] Josh Matthews: LOC fans, after the horrendous attack Christian endured at the hands of Desmond Wolfe, he's demanded a chance to respond. [[ Matthews opens the door to find Christian sitting in a chair, an ice pack resting on his shoulders and neck and dried blood all over his face. Christian sees the camera and stands up, kicking his chair out of the way. ]] Christian: This is all I need. [[ His voice is raspy after taking that lariat to the throat. He snatches the microphone from Matthews and shoves him out of the way! ]] Christian: Desmond Wolfe, listen to my voice.. Look at my face. You did this to me. [[ Christian swallows, trying to clear his injured throat. ]] Christian: All of this over being eliminated from a battle royal? Really? [[ Christian looks in disbelief. ]] Christian: Desmond, you've went and messed up! If you think what you did to me was a big deal for me eliminating you from a battle royal last week, just wait until you see what I do to you for attacking me with a steel chair and hitting a lariat on my trachea! When I get done with you, you won't need an ice pack like I needed tonight, oh no.. [[ Christian slams his ice pack to the ground and continues. ]] Christian: You'll need a damn casket! [[ Pause. ]] Christian: I've already talked to Steamboat, and Desmond, we're going to repeat this again next week. In the first round of the Elite title tournament! You and me, first round match. I swear to God, Desmond, I'll beat you within an inch of your life! Because that's... How.. I.. Roll! [[ He spikes the microphone down as the scene fades. Christian is not taking the beat down from Desmond Wolfe lightly, he's vowed revenge next week! What a huge first round match that will be in the Elite title tournament! ]] [[ A limousine pulls up into the parking lot backstage. The driver gets out and opens the back door. From the back comes Scott Hall and Kevin Nash. What are they doing here? The show's basically over? ]] Scott Hall: What time is it? [[ Nash looks at the watch on his wrist. ]] Kevin Nash: Glory goes off the air in thirty minutes. Scott Hall: No kiddin'? Kevin Nash: Well, damn. We at least showed up. Scott Hall: And that means we get paid? Kevin Nash: Damn right. Scott Hall: Screw it then, let's go get drunk. [[ Nash opens up the door to the limo. ]] Kevin Nash: Nothing was going on the show tonight, was there? Scott Hall: I don't think so, mang. Same ol' stuff. [[ Hall and Nash get back in their limo and it drives away from the parking lot! The Outsiders had the audacity to show up thirty minutes from the show ending just so they could get paid! What a waste! ]] Match
Five:
LOC Heavyweight Championship [[ Bobby Cruise steps into the middle of the ring as Samoa Joe is on one corner, pounding his fist into the palm of his hand with a towel over his shoulders, and CM Punk is having his shoulders massaged by Serena. Both men look determined, focused, and ready to go to war. ]] Bobby Cruise: LOC fans, it is time for the main event! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the League of Champions Heavyweight Championship! [[ Huge crowd pop. ]] Bobby Cruise: Your referee for the bout, LOC Owner, Ricky "the Dragon" Steamboat! [[ Another big pop. ]] Bobby Cruise: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois. He stands in at six-foot-one, two-hundred-twenty-two pounds. He is a former Ring of Honor World Champion and Tag Team Champion, a former ECW Champion, a former WWE Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion. He is also a former three-time World Heavyweight Champion.. He is the "Straight Edge Messiah" C... M... PUNK! [[ Boos reign down on Punk as he drops to his knees and crosses his arms, displaying the black X's drawn onto his wrist tape. ]] Bobby Cruise: His opponent is from Los Angeles, California. He's six-foot-two, two-hundred and eighty pounds. He is a former ROH Pure Champion and the longest reigning ROH World Champion in history.. He is also the second TNA Grand Slam Champion, a four-time X-Division Champion, and a former Tag Team and TNA World Champion.. He is the "Samoan Submission Machine" SAMOA.. JOE! [[ Loud chants fill the arena of "JOE! JOE! JOE!" But before Joe even puts his towel on the ring post behind him, CM Punk attacks, forcing Steamboat to have the bell rung, thus starting the match! ]]
[[ CM Punk drops to his knees as the referee hands him the LOC Heavyweight Championship. The fans are in an uproar over the ending to the match! They know just as well as Samoa Joe does that Joe was blindsided and never had a chance in the overtime period. Joe, on the other hand, has Steamboat cornered against the ring post, right up in his face, yelling about missing the interference! Punk and Serena roll out of the ring before Joe notices they're still in there. The duo make their way up the ramp as Punk kisses the LOC Championship! By hook or by crook, CM Punk left Nashville with the LOC Championship just like he promised! You have to know that Samoa Joe is going to be waiting to get his revenge next week! ]] [[ Fade out. ]] |
