GWA World Title Match TKO vs. Mike C vs. AJ Johnson vs. Ric Blanchard Maria May: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a four way dance scheduled for one fall! It is for the Global Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Championship!
"There It Is" by KRS ONE blares over the Doak Campbell Stadium due to a deafening chorus of booing.
Maria May: Making his way to the ring first, from Columbus, Ohio...
Thomas Keith Orenthal steps out onto the ramp and the crowd's jeers become even louder. A sardonic smile plays about his lips as e thrusts his fists into the air.
Maria May: Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and forty-five pounds...
TKO begins to make his way to the ring in his flashy robe, glitzy dollar signs sparkling under the stadium's lighting.
Maria May: Thomas Keith Orenthal... T! K! OOOOOOOOO!!
TKO gets in the ring and plays to the crowd, who in return greet him viciously. TKO smirks and removes his robe, handing it out to the time keeper. He throws a few fists into the air as he awaits his opposition.
TKO's music dies out and is replaced by "Staring at the Rude Bois" by Gallows and Lethal Buzzle. The crowd goes wild! Strobe lights are flashing about the stage. If there were a roof over the stadium, it would be getting blown off.
Maria May: Introducing next...
From Manchester, England...
"Classy" Mike C steps out onto the stage and holds his arms out in a confrontational manner. He smirks to the crowd, who cheer none the less.
Maria May: He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and sixty-three pounds...
Mike C walks down the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope into the ring before standing in the center of it.
Maria May: He is CLASSY Mike C!
Crowd: And he is not a very nice man!
Mike C again poses and smirks at the crowd, triggering fireworks to shoot up from behind him. After a few seconds, the fireworks stop and the music starts to fade as Mike C moves towards his corner to prepare for the match, he
and TKO locking eyes as he does so.
"I Made It" by Donnis now booms over the PA system and the crowd's negative reaction is almost deafening.
Maria May: Introducing next from Atlanta, Georgia...
Black and gold pyro shoots off from the stage and AJ Johnson steps out, an angry expression on his face. Beside him is "Big" Vito Smothers.
Maria May: He weighs in tonight at two-hundred twenty-five pounds...
AJ walks slowly to the ring, ignoring the booing crowd. He rolls in under the bottom rope and to his feet. Smothers stas outside the ring, heading to Johnson's corner. AJ shoots a glare at TKO and Mike C before heading to the center
of the ring.
Maria May: He is... AJ JOHNSON!!
AJ throws his arms out to the side and the crowd boos in kind. The music dies away as he takes to his corner.
"I Got My Game On" by Trace Adkins now booms over the PA and the crowd continues to boo.
Maria May: Introducing next... From Minneapolis, Minnesota...
Ric Blanchard steps out onto the stage and grins at the booing crowd. He gestures to the World title around his waist.
Maria May: He weighs in tonight at two-hundred twenty-five pounds...
The Enforcer makes his way confidently to the ring, up the steps, and through the ropes. He heads to his corner and climbs to the second rope to face the crowd.
Maria May: He is the GWA World Heavyweight Champion... The Enforcer... RIC BLANCHARD!!
Blanchard thrusts his fists in the air and the crowd boos thunderously. He drops to the canvas and turns to his opponents as the music dies out. He removes his title and hands it to the referee.
The referee holds the title in the air.
Ross Whitaker: That's what it's all about right there, ladies and gentlemen. The GWA World Heavyweight Championship!
Damon Bradshaw: That's right, Ross. And we couldn't ask for a better champ!
We'll find that out tonight as Blanchard defends his title for the first time against some very stiff competition!
The bell rings and the four combatants stir in their respective corners, sizing one another up.
Ross Whitaker: Tensions are high tonight, Damon.
Damon Bradshaw: They sure are, Whitaker. I'm already on the edge of my seat!
Then, all at once, all four men rush the center of the ring. Classy Mike gets a stiff forearm shiver in on AJ Johnson who stumbles backward. Mike C's momentum is stopped abruptly, however, when Blanchard and TKO both start
laying into him with fists and elbows.
Ross Whitaker: They're ganging up on Mike C! Dear God, I hope this isn't a sign of things to come!
Damon Bradshaw: Well, you can't blame 'em, Ross! Mike C sure hasn't made many friends here in the GWA.
AJ Johnson, now recovered, joins in on the beatdown, the crowd booing wildly. After a moment, Mike C is on the mat and his three assailants all turn their backs to him, hands in the air to welcome the crowd's boos.
Ross Whitaker: This is despicable!
Damon Bradshaw: This is good strategy, Ross! Disable the man, take him out of the equation!
As AJ Johnson and Ric Blanchard pander to the jeering crowd, TKO takes the opportunity to bumrush AJ from behind with a high knee.
Ross Whitaker: Down goes AJ!
Damon Bradshaw: TKO's sharp as a tack! Every man for himself here!
Ric Blanchard turns to see what has just happened just in time to be floored with a perfectly executed Dropkick to the face by TKO. Mike C, meanwhile, seems to be rallying as he climbs to one knee. TKO presses his advantage,
throws a front facelock on Classy Mike and drives his head into the canvas with a DDT! TKO wastes no time in hooking a leg and going for the cover.
Ross Whitaker: Oh my God! It could be over already!
Damon Bradshaw: TKO is the new champ! What a night!
Ref: 1! 2!
Mike C kicks out!
Ross Whitaker: That was a close one! Mike C has a lot of fight left in him!
Damon Bradshaw: But it won't be enough, Ross!
TKO slaps the mat in frustration before climbing to his feet. He's whipped around by the World Champ Blanchard and struck in the chest with a vicious knife edge chop! A series of three more follow, and then TKO is sent hard to the
mat with a snap Suplex! Blanchard floats over for the pin!
Ref: 1! 2!
The count is stopped when out of nowhere AJ Johnson breaks the pin, driving an elbow down into the back of Blanchard's head.
Ross Whitaker: We almost saw The Enforcer walk out tonight with his title intact!
Damon Bradshaw: I wouldn't have expected any less, Whitaker!
AJ Johnson pulls Blanchard to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Blanchard rebounds off of them and is caught as AJ leaps up and overtakes Blanchard with a Hurricanrana!
Damon Bradshaw: What a move! AJ is amazing!
Ross Whitaker: Well, I can't argue with that. That was impressive!
As AJ stands, he is leveled by a clothesline from Mike C who looks to be rejuvenated!
Ross Whitaker: Mike C back in the game! And he doesn't look happy!
Damon Bradshaw: What else is new, Ross? He never looks happy!
Mike C, head of steam, then turns to TKO who is making his way to his feet. Mike C rushes in from behind, grabbing TKO by the head as he does so and drives him down facefirst with a bulldog!
Ross Whitaker: Mike C on fire here!
Damon Bradshaw: Get off the bandwagon, Whitaker!
Mike C stands as the crowd roars their approval. Unfortunately for Mike C, he hasn't seen Blanchard who has made his way to the top rope. As Mike turns, he is floored by a missile Dropkick from the Champ. The crowd immediately
turns on Blanchard.
Damon Bradshaw: What a champ! What a move!
Blanchard is turned around by the now-recovered TKO and the two engage in trading fists with one another.
Ross Whitaker: All Hell is breaking loose!
Damon Bradshaw: Haha! I love it!
As TKO and Blanchard are going at it, AJ is on his feet and sees what is happening. He hits the ropes and rebounds, sprinting toward the pair. AJ leaps up and wipes both TKO and Blanchard out with a spectacular cross body! He
scrambles to make the cover on Blanchard.
Ref: 1! 2!
Blanchard kicks out!
Damon Bradshaw: AJ almost had it there!
Ross Whitaker: That was close, indeed!
AJ stands and is met with a kick to the gut by Mike C! AJ doubles over and gets his arms hooked only for Mike to plant him with a double-arm DDT!
Ross Whitaker: Oh my God!
Damon Bradshaw: Yeah, yeah.
TKO charges in at Mike C, who ducks a clothesline, turns and grabs TKO from behind. Mike elevates TKO and drops him on a knee with an Atomic Drop.
Ross Whitaker: Mike C is a house of fire!
Damon Bradshaw: We'll see, Ross.
Blanchard, meanwhile, has made it back to his feet. From behind, he waistlocks Mike C and hauls him overhead with a tremendous German Suplex! He bridges it and holds on tightly for the pin.
Damon Bradshaw: There's your house of fire, Whitaker! The Enforcer retains!
Ref: 1! 2!
Mike C kicks out with not a second to spare!
Ross Whitaker: No! Classy Mike C kicks out!
Damon Bradshaw: He got lucky!
Blanchard sits up, shaking his head in disbelief. Meanwhile, TKO and AJ both roll out of the ring about the same time, presumably to catch their breath. But there will be none of that. TKO is the first to spot the other man, and he
raises a boot into the gut of Johnson. He grabs AJ by the arm and attempts an Irish Whip, but AJ stands his ground, reverses, and sends TKO charging headlong into the steel post. TKO crumples to the ground.
Ross Whitaker: It's getting dangerous outside the ring, Damon!
Damon Bradshaw: No kidding, and it's about to get crazier! Look!
In the ring, Blanchard has again made his way to the top rope. And he makes a spectacular leap, driving an elbow down to AJ Johnson, who drops immediately!
Damon Bradshaw: What a champion, Whitaker! What a champion!
Ross Whitaker: God in Heaven, look now!
Blanchard has no time to celebrate, because Mike C has made it to his feet. He wastes no time in charging the ropes and crashes through them to take The Enforcer out with a suicide dive!
Ross Whitaker: What a match! My God, what a match!
Damon Bradshaw: You can say that again!
The crowd is in a frenzy as all four men lay outside the ring. TKO is the first to his feet, though not all that steady on them. As Mike C is standing, TKO grabs hold of him by the head and rams his face into the steel steps with a
sickening thud. Mike C drops to the ground and TKO follows up with a few kicks to the head.
Damon Bradshaw: TKO just might walk out of here the champ tonight!
Ross Whitaker: He's certainly fighting for it!
TKO relents and backs up just in time for Ric Blanchard to grab him and smash his face into the ring apron. TKO stumbles, only for Blanchard to catch him with a swift Enforce DDT!
Damon Bradshaw: There it is! It's over!
Ross Whitaker: He can't keep his title outside the ring, Damon!
Damon Bradshaw: Why the Hell isn't the ref counting?! Dammit, what's going on?!
Ross Whitaker: I think the ref realizes the importance of this one, Damon. He's being very flexible here tonight!
Blanchard rolls into the ring and stands slowly, a confident smile taking shape as he looks over the other men. Meanwhile, Big Vito is helping AJ to his feet. AJ climbs up onto the apron, grabbing the ref's attention.
Ross Whitaker: Oh, no...
With the ref distracted, Mike climbs to his feet only to be met with a huge Big Boot from AJ's bodyguard, Vito!
Ross Whitaker: That low-life! Get him out of here, ref!
Damon Bradshaw: What are you babbling about, Whitaker? I didn't see anything!
Ross Whitaker: You wouldn't...
AJ Johnson, seeing his bodyguard now slides into the ring, no longer distracting the referee. As soon as AJ reaches his feet, he's met with a right hand from Blanchard. AJ fires back with one of his own.
Ross Whitaker: Johnson and Blanchard going at it in the center of the ring!
Blanchard gets the advantage after a few more strikes and whips AJ to the ropes. As AJ comes back, Blanchard takes him down with a drop toe hold. Blanchard, quick to get back up, grabs one of AJ's legs, wraps him up, and drops to
his back as he applies a Figure Four!
Damon Bradshaw: Figure Four! There's no getting out of this one!
Ross Whitaker: He has him right in the center of the ring!
AJ, agony in his face, reaches desperately for the ropes. After what seems like an eternity for Johnson who seems about to tap, the hold is broken when TKO comes in from out of nowhere and stumps on Blanchard's chest, forcing
him to release the hold.
Ross Whitaker: I thought it was over there, Damon!
Damon Bradshaw: AJ ain't tappin', Whitaker!
Pressing his newfound advantage, TKO lifts Blanchard to his feet, only to knock him back down with a stiff European Uppercut. He then turns to AJ who is just beginning to climb to his feet. TKO grabs Johnson, and drives him into the
mat with a belly-to-belly!
Damon Bradshaw: TKO on fire now!
Ross Whitaker: What a match!
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Big Vito is lifting Mike C to his feet. The referee's attention is on the three men inside the ring.
Ross Whitaker: Oh no, what's going on here?!
Damon Bradshaw: I still don't see anything, Ross.
Suddenly, with a sure of adrenaline, Mike C hoists Big Vito Ono his shoulders then brings him crashing down with a Death Valley Driver on the floor!
Damon Bradshaw: Oh, no! Big Vito's dead! Call the medics!
Ross Whitaker: Oh, you saw that?
Damon Bradshaw: Shut up, Whitaker!
Back in the ring, TKO is gunning for Blanchard. Blanchard is climbing to his feet as TKO measures him up. Suddenly, TKO charges Blanchard with a spear attempt, which Blanchard sidesteps. TKO rushes right into he corner, driving his
own shoulder into the steel post!
Ross Whitaker: Bad news for TKO there!
Blanchard plays to the crowd after having let TKO take himself out of the action momentarily. He fails to notice Mike C, who is now on the top rope. As Blanchard turns, he is brought right back down as Mike C connects with a right-
on-target flying clothesline!
Ross Whitaker: The champion is down!
Damon Bradshaw: Not for long, Ross!
Mike C obviously plans to capitalize as he grabs Blanchard's legs, grapevines them, and rolls him over into the Classyleaf! The crowd goes wild!
Damon Bradshaw: No! No!
Ross Whitaker: Mike C has the champion in the Classyleaf!
Blanchard screams in agony as he fights the intense pain. He raises his arm, almost ready to tap. Just then, AJ is back on his feet and charges in, bringing Mike C down with a seated Dropkick!
Damon Bradshaw: Good job, AJ!
Ross Whitaker: I thought we had a new champ! AJ hurries to his feet and mounts the top rope. He wastes no time in crashing down atop Mike C with the Spreaded Wings Moonsault!
Damon Bradshaw: That's it, Whitaker! New champion!
Ross Whitaker: You may be right!
AJ makes the cover as the ref slides into position.
Ref: 1! 2!
Mike C kicks out!
Ross Whitaker: Oh my God! That was two and seven eighths!
Damon Bradshaw: That was a slow count!
Frustration is written all over AJ's face. As he stands, he is whipped to the ropes by TKO. TKO winds up and when AJ comes running back, TKO clobbers Johnson with a huge right fist! AJ does a complete flip and lands on his face!
Ross Whitaker: The Unanimous Decision! My God, AJ Johnson has got to be out cold!
Damon Bradshaw: TKO's the new world champion!
TKO falls onto Johnson with the cover.
Ref: 1! 2!
AJ Johnson kicks out!
Damon Bradshaw: AJ's still alive!
Ross Whitaker: These men are giving it their all tonight!
All four men are laid out in the ring, the crowd going wild with appreciation.
Ross Whitaker: Well, no one can say the GWA fans aren't being entertained tonight!
Damon Bradshaw: I have to agree with you on that one!
TKO stands and focused on Mike C now. He grabs Classy Mike by the head and hauls him to his feet. Unexpectedly, especially for TKO, Mike brings a knee up into the gut of TKO, doubling him over. Mike C hoists TKO up for what
appears to be a Powerbomb, then thrusts him outward driving his face into the canvas!
Ross Whitaker: Manchester Kiss!
Damon Bradshaw: You've got to be kidding me!
Mike C doesn't have time to go for the pin, however, as Blanchard is on his feet. Blanchard approaches Mike C and fires off a knife edge chop! Then another! And another!
Damon Bradshaw: That's the champ!
Mike C is forced back. Ric Blanchard shoots off a big right hand, which Mike C ducks under, catching Blanchard's arm and pulling him into a devastating Neckbreaker!
Ross Whitaker: The champ is down!
Damon Bradshaw: Mike C is cheating!
AJ Johnson is now on his feet as well, and he wastes no time in ambushing Mike C from behind with a barrage of strikes and kicks. Mike finally manages to turn to face his nemesis, just in time to catch one AJ's kicks, taking him down
with a dragon screw. Mike C, however, does not release AJ's leg, instead wrapping it up around the other leg. Mike C gets to his feet, still holding AJ's legs and sits back, applying a lethal Classyleaf!
Ross Whitaker: AJ in the Classyleaf now!
Damon Bradshaw: Come on, AJ! Don't let this chump beat you!
AJ fights furiously to escape, inching closer and closer to the ropes. Mike C answers back by standing and pulling AJ back to the middle of the ring.
Ross Whitaker: He's got him in the dead center of the ring!
Damon Bradshaw: COME ON, AJ!
AJ, though he fought valiantly, has no alternative but to tap out. He does so and the ref calls for the bell.
Ross Whitaker: We have a new champion! My God, Mike C is the new world champion!
Damon Bradshaw: What a horrible night for the GWA!
"Staring at the Rude Bois" blasts over the stadium's PA system and Mike C releases the hold. The referee hands him the world title which he holds triumphantly in the air. The other competitors find their way out of the ring as Mike C
celebrates!
Ross Whitaker: What a match! What a night! And we still have the Blood Bath Rumble to go!