Trauma 223: The Icey Awards Results

[Rick Majors]

Thursday December 21, 2017

The show opens inside The Peace Center in Greenville, South Carolina. The venue is completely full, with Pure Class Wrestling employees and wrestlers seated around tables on the floor and lucky members of the Faithful occupying the theater seats. Everyone is dressed to impress. The voices of the Pure Class Wrestling announce team are heard before Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are heard.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Pure Class Wrestling Winter 2017 Icey Awards! As always, I am Jerry Andrews and I am joined on this evening by Ace Anderson.

As they speak the camera focuses on the two men, who are seated in the balcony wearing their finest tuxedos.

Ace Anderson: Welcome to a celebration of the best of Pure Class Wrestling! And boy do we have a lot to celebrate!

Jerry Andrews: Let's get things started by introducing our host for the evening. He's an iconic figure who is celebrated around the world. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our host: Santa Claus!

"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" plays as Jolly Ol' Saint Nick walks out onto the stage.

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho! Thank you, thank you for that reception. It's great to be here. Ho ho ho. You know, this is obviously a very busy time of the year for me, but I just couldn't miss this special evening. When Loki called me to ask me if I would host the show, I immediately said yes. Not only do I get the chance to help out an old friend, but I also get to celebrate Pure Class Wrestling. And I love Pure Class Wrestling!

The crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: Santa is friends with Loki!?

Santa Claus: But enough about me, let's get to our first award, presented by ME! It's the award for Best Debut or Return and, since I know something about returning each and every Christmas, I'm certainly qualified to present this award. And the nominees are:

A video package plays highlighting the nominees
TYLER SCOTT
CLUB V
HIROSHI YUKIO
BRENNA GORDON

Santa Claus: And the winner is.... Club V!

The feed cuts live and on location, to Greenville, North Carolina, at the twenty-sixth annual Tanglewood Festival of Lights. Both members of Notorious, with their wives on their arms, watch the Michaels twins proudly. Tonight, the two little bundles are responsible for starting the show.

Joey clutches the switch to more than one million twinkling lights in his mittens. The staff at Tanglewood, UNC students and volunteers began putting up the LEDs in August to set up one of the top one-hundred light shows in North America.

Remy shivers with the button to start the musical a ccompaniment. The holiday music is an original composition by the University of North Carolina School of the Arts that School of Music Technology students created especially for this year’s Festival of Lights.

The countdown to 6pm within a minute and the cameras capture the smiles and joy of the experience on the faces of the little ones as they prepare their big moment.

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The whole of Tanglewood is a fluttering light show as Joey throws the switch. His lights dance in beat of the music that Remy blasts over the speakers throughout the celebration.

“If not for a moment like that,” Vivacious speaks to the camera, “I would wish Justin and I were there.”

“Maybe even apologize,” Stormm adds.

“I don't know about all of that,” Vivacious shrugs, “it was pretty much a given considering the other choices.”

“We are glad our fans voted for us,” Stormm continued, “and we certainly wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.”

“If you think our return was off of the chain this year,” Vivacious nods, “wait until you see us again in twenty eighteen.”

Carriages pull up to escort the family through the adventure. Stormm and Vivacious load the twins in the first carriage; then, while Stormm helps Lindsay into the first, Vivacious helps Stace into the second. They jump up into their carriages, wrap their arms around their wives and ride away from the cameras.

The show returns with Santa on the stage.

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho! I hope you enjoyed those messages from our sponsors! Maybe they gave you a few ideas for what you could ask me for this year! Ho ho ho! Commercialism! Now, let's keep this show rolling while you amend your Christmas lists. To present the award for Most Heated Rivalry, here are two brothers who know a thing or two about being rivals. Welcome Billy and Stephen Baldwin!

The Baldwin brothers step onto the stage and they both rush over to the microphone, wanting to get the first word in. Stephen wins the footrace.

Stephen Baldwin: Hey Santa, it's supposed to be Stephen and Billy Baldwin! Not the other way around!

Billy tackles him from behind.

Billy Baldwin: No, he had it right the first time, you idiot!

Stephen grabs Billy and the two almost come to blows, before Pure Class Security breaks things up. Santa steps in to present the award.

Santa Claus: Ho ho ho. They've been fighting since they were kids and I gave Alec the G.I. Joe figures they both wanted. Well, here are the nominees:

Another video package plays, this time highlighting the most brutal rivalries in PCW.

Dominator vs High Tide vs Alexa Black vs Tyrone Smith
Kyle Shane vs Seromine/Gabriel
Johnny Vivacious vs Grimm
Justin "Storm" Michaels vs Seromine/Gabriel

Santa Claus: And the winner is.... Kyle Shane versus Seromine and Gabriel!

The crowd cheers.

Santa Claus: Now, of course, we can't risk bringing those three up to the stage at the same time, especially since what just happened with the Baldwins, so I will accept the award on their behalf while Stephen and Billy hopefully get the help they so desperately need.

The camera shows the Baldwins being dragged off stage by security.

Santa Claus: Moving on, to present the award for Breakout Star...

"OH YEAH!!!!"

The Kool-Aid Man brushes off the pieces of wall that cling to his body and steps up to the microphone.

Kool-Aid Man: OH YEAH!!! Kool-Aid's here! OH YEAH!!! OH YEAHHH!!!! OH YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

The video package plays, showcasing the nominees:

DOMINATOR
JOHNNY VIVACIOUS
RAZOR BLADE

Kool-Aid Man: Oh yeah!!! And the winner is.... DOMINATOR! OH YEAH!!!!!!!!

TRIVIUM's cover of "Losing My Religion" begins to blast through speakers throughout the main arena. Horacio Mortimer proudly steps forward. The Breakout Star himself lumbers almost unwillingly behind him, yet the crowd gives The Zenith a sizeable cheer, recognising his efforts and accomplishments over the course of the last six months. Horacio steps to the podium and taps the microphone with his fingertip to test its functionality before letting out a large smirk.

Horacio Mortimer: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Horacio Mortimer.

The crowd speak in unison with Horacio as he introduces himself.

Horacio Mortimer: On behalf of my client and The Chronological Order, I would personally like to congratulate each and every one of you for your shrewd understanding of what this man has accomplished.

Mortimer pauses as Dominator casts a shadow over him, arms folded with a nonplussed expression behind his beard.

Horacio Mortimer: For a total of 56 days, the Underground Kingdom was in complete turmoil. After all, what is a kingdom without a King to rule over it? Dominator fought his way to the throne and claimed it for his own, defeating some of the most established names in PCW history. He decimated Alexa Black into inactivity. He took Crazy Boy beyond his limit and secured his reign by defeating High Tide on two separate occasions.

Jerry Andrews: That’s true.

Horacio Mortimer: Not even Gabriel could stand the new King’s might…

Remembering this event, the crowd cheers even louder.

Horacio Mortimer: Conveniently, it has also been exactly 56 days that Dominator has reigned as King. Tonight may signal the end of that reign, if Razor Blade brings the same game that he brought at Collision Course.

The fans instantly pop for the name drop of the beloved superstar, but Horacio simply shakes his head.

Horacio Mortimer: I’m afraid the harsh reality is that Razor Blade’s victory at Collision Course is the one and only time that he will be able to continue to celebrate should he choose to.

Cheers turn into boos as Horacio delivers a hard fact.

Horacio Mortimer: Razor Blade is… a child running with scissors. He might cut a couple of people on the way, but all it takes is one strong hand to disarm him and he’s rendered helpless. Already in 2017, Dominator has dismantled all time greats like Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, High Tide, Hiroshi Yukio and Gabriel. We shall end the year as we mean to start the next, by leaving Razor Blade in a pool of his own blood and urine like a dog that has been struck by a firework, leaving a path of destruction and Chronological prowess that leads into 2018.

Those in attendance cannot stand the arrogance that Mortimer is emitting, although they do find that it is difficult to dismiss this simply as superciliousness. He is making an extremely valid series of points in his statements that they cannot deny.

Horacio Mortimer: No matter who stands to oppose The Chronological Order, they shall ultimately meet the same fate. In time, we will inevitably be challenged by the likes of Seromine, Grimm, Gabriel or even Kyle Shane himself. And each of them shall meet the same fate as those who have dared to challenge The Zenith.

Horacio Mortimer: So, please, join me in congratulating the Breakout Star of 2017... DOMINATOR!

Horacio presents the Icey Award to Dominator, who swipes it from his mentor’s hands. He glares at the ornament for a moment, clenching it firmly within a closed fist. He grimaces towards the crowd before taking two gargantuan strides towards the plinth.

Dominator: Breakout Star of the Year?

He speaks with a level of disgust. With one huge swipe of his arm, he tears the microphones from their stands, leaving them to dangle by their wires across the podium’s face. He then wraps his arms around the stand and rips it from the podium. Mangled metal and plastic are now being crushed amongst Dominator’s arms, before The Zenith lifts the stand high above his head and launches it across the stage, so far that it drops off the edge and crashes down to the concrete below. Electric cords are ripped from their sockets, short fusing and creating a shower of sparks.

Jerry Andrews: That metal pedestal just flew like a paper aeroplane! He must have thrown that thing over 20 feet!

The Underground King adjusts his championship belt across his shoulder before letting out a triumphant roar, relishing in the destruction he has made. The crowd respond with a torrent of jeers. He strides across to Horacio, who has conveniently acquired a cordless microphone.

Dominator: In 365 days or so, you will be calling me the BEST of this year, last year and ANY year!

With that, Dominator storms across the stage, tossing the Icey Award over his shoulder which Horacio Mortimer has to dash forward in order to catch. The fans boo the level of disrespect that The Suzerain Of Time has shown towards the most prestigious awards ceremony on the PCW Calendar. Stage hands carefully navigate around Dominator and Horacio in order to repair the damage to the podium caused by Dominator.

Jerry Andrews: He DOES realise that he is still in contention to receive PCW Star of the Year, right? There really is no need for a reaction such as that towards such a grand honour.

Ace Anderson: Well, I think he kind of has a point. He’s practically undefeated and it is hard to challenge the fact that anybody in PCW history has made the sort of impact that Dominator has.

Jerry Andrews: That’s a debate for another day. But we cannot deny that it is a award he truly deserves, even if it is not the one he wanted. Give it up for the PCW Breakout Star of 2017, The Underground King, Dominator!

The cameras cut to commercial.

he scene switches backstage where a figure is very intently marching from the parking area towards the ring. The crowd builds into a stir as the camera ascertains that the NEW Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, Kyle Shane, is on his way to the ring. He's wearing a wool peacoat and a knit cap, and a very dark and un-game-like scowl on his face. But as he's walking, something or, rather, someone catches his attention. Kyle stops, and he stands there for a second looking off camera. It pans over to show the newest return to Pure Class Wrestling, "Born of Myth" Brenna Gordon herself. Looking stunning in a black figure-hugging dress, those too-large dark eyes flicker over Shane's frame.

Brenna Gordon: Where's your belt, champ?

Kyle's face twists into a sardonic smirk and he nods as if that was a good one.

Kyle Shane: Brenna Gordon, I assume... good to finally meet you, under the circumstances.

Brenna Gordon: Likewise, though I'd appreciate it if you kept your eyes up here.

Kyle's face turns chagrinned because his relationship with a certain redheaded woman in the early months of his PCW tenure went off the rails very badly. He holds his hands up innocently.

Kyle Shane: I'm not here to make things weird between us, in fact, even though we shared the ring at Collision Course, I really don't have a bone to pick with you at all. But since I have to keep my eyes on everyone who's lining up to take their shot at me, would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing out there with Seromine and all?

A soft huff of a chuckle.

Brenna Gordon: It isn't obvious? I'm here to take the head off the snake once and for all. Until I do, nothing else matters. Not what anyone thinks, not what Mickey Mouse bullshit he attempts--

Kyle quirks a brow, an obvious question coming to mind.

Kyle Shane: Not the World Championship?

Brenna Gordon: Not the World Championship. It'll still be there after I put that charlatan down for good.

That makes a genuine, if slightly nasty smile break on Kyle's face for the first time since Collision Course, and he rubs his chin.

Kyle Shane: Well you know, Bren, it seems like you and I have interests aligned, I've been dealing with Seromine, Gabriel and his nest of vipers for half a year now and even though I gave the big man a hard setback at Collision Course, I know he's going to be gunning for my head. So we at least have that in common. If anyone's looking to knock them off their pedestal, I'm willing to stand beside them.

He hesitates for a moment, seeming to think.

Kyle Shane: I can tell you this; I would love to face you down the road, whatever happens with the physical belt to the side, but right now if you want to give Seromine some hurt, I'm definitely happy to help. If you're interested.

She who is Born of Myth nods.

Brenna Gordon: That makes sense to me. If the past has taught me anything, it's how much ol' Snake Ass relies on the numbers game.

The two having reached an understanding and the beginnings of a partnership of convenience, Kyle and Brenna nod at each other for a moment, but it goes on too long, and Kyle, having to be the one to make things awkward as always, speaks quickly.

Kyle Shane: So - so how do we do this, do we bump fists, or is there a team name we should start brainstorming... or...

Brenna just fixes Kyle with a bemused, aloof stare, for so long that Kyle's grin falters and the moment passes. Choosing to extricate herself from the awkward situation, Brenna turns and walks away. Kyle, still needing to fill the space between words, raises a hand and calls after her.

Kyle Shane: ...Right, good talk. I'll see you around, partner. Eesh, that went as well as could be expected.

The camera switches back to the awards venue.

Santa Claus: Here to present the award for MOST LOVED… "Weird Al" Yankovic!

The master of song parody struts on the stage. A polka version of the Trauma theme music welcomes him. He walks out dressed like an Elf, but carries himself like one who is disgruntled. He stomps over to the podium. Al reaches underneath and pulls out two things to try and change his mood; A glass of milk, and a twinkie weiner sandwich! The disgust felt throughout the Peace Center can’t be understated. The edible is a throwback to his feature film, UHF. Al pauses long enough to look at the crowd.

Al: “When I was asked to be here tonight, I thought I would be hosting! I went out and rented the best Santa suit money could buy, and when I arrived here dressed in it, I found out that someone else was doing the same thing and was the actual host.”

Al shakes his head as he dips the disgusting concoction of twinkie, hot dog, and spray cheese, in the glass of milk. But it’s more like drowning than dunking.

AL: “Boy oh Boy, Pure Class Wrestling. You sure know how to say ‘Merry Christmas, Al” don’t you?”

He now takes a bite, drawing a very audible “EWW’ from some, applause from others, and plenty of applause. It seems to turn his frown upside down, because his eyes are wide, his smile is even wider, and if he had an accordion, he may be inclined to throw down a polka beat! The glass and TWS are thrown over his shoulder as if they no longer were important.

AL: “It really is an honor to be here tonight in front of all of you special people! And it is my honor to present the nominees for MOST LOVED!”

A heart-filled graphic rolls highlighting those up for the award. The names are:

JUSTIN “STORMM” MICHAELS
JOHNNY VIVACIOUS MATTHEWS
KYLE SHANE
WHITEY FORD

The focus is back on Al, who has suddenly found enough time to change into the very Santa suit he was talking about. It’s red with green polka dots.

AL: Ho Ho Ho! The Most Loved in Pure Class Wrestling is… KYLE SHANE!

"In The Morning And Amazing" begins playing on the speakers and Kyle Shane comes out to greet the presenters and the people handing awards. Kyle accepts his trophy with a wide grin and shakes hands as the crowd gives an ovation for the God of Game. He beams proudly. Shane is dressed slightly eccentrically, skinny jeans, sneakers, and an expensive blazer, giving him a slightly more refined look, like a professor at a faculty party. He holds the trophy up and takes in the reaction from the award show crowd with a smile.

Kyle Shane: What a ride we've been on this year, huh?

The crowd responds vociferously, enthusiastically, and Kyle's grin broadens, he's eating it up. Kyle goes behind the podium, giving his speech with earnest, thankful candid nature.

Kyle Shane: I marked Collision Course as the closing point of Kyle Shane: Year One here in Pure Class Wrestling, even though I was officially signed back in November 2016, because to me, that is where everything began. Where my first stop in taking on some - guy, I don't even remember his name, which is only relevant because it showed that I came in at the ground floor. At the December 2016 Year-end Iceys, I didn't even place. Three matches in, by January 2017, I was your Underground King, and I left a stamp and a legacy in that division that is still there. By the July 2017 Iceys, I had made my mark and left such an impression with you, the fans, that you voted me as the mid-year Breakout Star... and if I was anyone else, that would have been fine. Multiple successful defenses of a title, match of the year quality candidates against numerous opponents, if I was anyone else, just being nominated at someone who was capable, in the future, of breaking through would have been good enough for me.

He looks down at the trophy, resting on the podium, intrigued.

Kyle Shane: But when I pondered where I was going to go after that, I knew I couldn't just rest there. There was so much more I wanted to achieve, and it wouldn't be me if I didn't know I had it in me to be more. I am honest in just about all things... and as I get called up here, and I'm presented one of the highest honors at the Iceys, the award for Most Loved... and I question what it is about me that resonated with you people so much that you loved me for it, rather than anyone else, your Whitey Fords, your Nathan Saniti's.... I know what it is. Because I try to represent to you an ideal. The ideal of human achievement. The ideal that if you fight for yourself and be true to who you are, you can accomplish anything. The ideal that if you bust your ass every single time and work your hardest, you can unlock any achievement, win any trophy.

He looks up with a cocky smirk.

Kyle Shane: So while understanding that I might not be everyone's cup of tea for everyone who even a little bit gets that message and has supported me through this groundbreaking year, thank you. And for those of you that think it was just a few lucky wins, I want you to know that Year One was just where I built my stats and established my baseline. You have yet to see Kyle Shane when I've geared up for the real boss battle, with the legendary skill sets and specials equipped. You ain't seen nothing yet. 2018, we're just getting started. Thank you!

He holds the trophy up to a riotous reaction and he bows theatrically to the side, before exiting off the stage.

Suddenly a hissing of static can be heard and the PCW Tron lights up and the screen reads

“Truth comes from within it will set you free and on a path of awakening. BEHOLD THE TRUTH!

Ace Anderson: Godamn it. First this person disrupts our PPV and now the Iceys

I don’t understand why they can’t just buy a ticket like everyone else

Jerry Andrews: Well Ace there isn’t anything anyone can do. I heard security was doubled for tonight to prevent any disruptions but it seems one again this person found away around it

The lights go out and from the top of the stairs leading from the stage the mysterious stranger who has been meeting with Hiroshi these past months walks down and onto the stage before security can prevent it.

“Hiroshi the time has come. I have met with you and you have agreed to my terms. You have seen the truth and have been set free of your limits. Tonight Hiroshi Yukio is dead and gone...... And “The Destroyer” Hiroshi Yukio has been awakened.

Now the time has come for you join me on the stage and I will reveal myself before I will take you to glory.

The Rising Sun hits the speakers and Hiroshi steps out from behind the curtain. But he is not the Hiroshi the fans know and love. Gone is the happy demeanour and bright clothes.

Instead a very scary looking Hiroshi takes the stage. Clad in an all black Kimono and black war paint. His hair is tied up in a top knot. he looks out at the crowd who look back at him in shock.

Ace Anderson:(stunned) is...is that Hiroshi?

Jerry Andrews: it is. And whoever this is has influence over him. That makes whoever that is underneath that hooded robe quite possibly one of the most dangerous people in ALL of PCW. If you have a 6”6 500 lb monster sumo to do your bidding that is terrifying.

Jerry Andrews: Your not kidding. That person could do SERIOUS damage to anyone who gets in the way of what this person wants. I just hope people understand what the repercussions may be.

Hiroshi stands before the hooded figure and bows respectfully before standing towards the audience leering out at the crowd with his arms crossed.

“Now PCW the Truth shall be revealed and PCW will never be the same. ..

The figure brings their hands up to the side of the hood very slowly

Ace Anderson: WHO IS IT?!?

Jerry Andrews: Calm down Ace.

Jerry tries to settle his broadcast partner as the hood slowly slides back to reveal the face of the mystery person.

The mystery person is.....






ALEXA BLACK!!!


Ace Anderson: WHAT IN THE HELL?!?

Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it!

It was her all along??

Oh my god...

I thought I was scared before but now knowing this unstable evil psycho is controlling Hiroshi makes me fear for everyone’s safety.

Ace Anderson: PCW is in for a war.. and I don’t know if it’s ready...


Alexa: That’s right it’s me! And you all thought I was gone from PCW? How wrong you were. You stupid ignorant fools!

I never really left at all. I have had spies inside PCW for the last 3 months feeding me information and keeping me up to date on everything that’s been going on.

And the schmucks who run this place never had a damn clue.
I have spies in every department from administrative to catering . From the ring crew, tech guys security and event staff. There wasn’t anything going on that I wasn’t aware of.

They’re still there right now. See this camera guy? She ponits to a tall brown haired guy in his mid 30’s who is manning the main camera. That’s Jake West a long time friend of mine from Canada. Come in front and wave to the people at home Jake.

He smiles.

“Hey Allie good to see ya!”

Jake steps out from behind the camera and waves to the camera before getting back behind it.

Ace Anderson: I don’t believe it. How the hell does she do it?!?

Jerry Andrews: She is a master of underhanded tactics. We all got duped.

When I heard what was happening to Hiroshi I was so disgusted. As you know I have wrestled and lived in Japan. And as such I have nothing but the highest respect for pro wrestlers and the art of Sumo.

I knew that this should not continue so I formed a plan to restore honour to a man who was loosing his way.
I sent a business associate of mine Mr Hughes to the US on my behalf while I hid out of sight but still in the US. I knew once I set things in motion I could kill two birds with one stone.

Hiroshi gains success and together we can eradicate anyone who dares to try and stop us. And with no Nathan Saniti to stop me PCW is screwed...

All you can do is watch everything you know and love burn down around you.

She laughs an evil cackle and drops the mic walking off stage followed by Hiroshi.

Jerry Andrews: She’s right. What can anyone do?!?

Ace Anderson: I don’t know Jerry, I just don’t know.

Jerry Andrews: We're back, and here to present the award for MOST HATED, the chairman of the FCC, Ajit Pai!

The head of the net neutrality repeal confidently walks out and is mercissley booed (amongst some language that censors will need to handle). He was supposed to have music, but production has taken a vote and decided he doesn’t deserve any. Pinned to his suit jacket are buttons that read “MAGA” “VERIZON” and “3-2”. There is a toothy grin on his very punchable face. Ajit breaks into a sudden twerk for reasons unknown, but one may suspect it’s failed attempt at Conservative humor.

Ajit: “I know what you are all thinking. How could I end the internet as you know it? The thing I hope everyone understands is I didn’t. I’ve helped make it better! There will be no changes to how you use it and this---”

No one wants to hear his bullshit. He resigns himself with a sigh and a shrug, unable to find much middle ground traction here.

Ajit: “The nominees are...”

A timeline graphic is rolled out showing the names of every past winner. This leads into the names up for the award tonight. They are:

SEROMINE
GABRIEL
ALEXA BLACK

The camera doesn’t bother returning to Ajit himself. It instead is a screen shot of the winner. An unseen announcer produced the victorious name: Seromine!

The Peace Center finds their lights slowly being dimmed into complete darkness. There is an eerie calm about the entire matter and once that creates plenty of tension as the show is brought to a halt. That is until the voice of an angel brings festive comfort to the matter. Amy Grant’s rendition of “Silent Night” leads the start of a grainy video on the tron.

Silent Night
Holy Night

The first clip presented is that of a male being forced onto a makeshift cross. He is well dressed for tonight’s occasion, and as one gets a clearer look at the terrified man, it’s shown to be none other than Pure Class Wrestling’s own, Shane Dodge! Multiple figures in bright colored prairie clothing are shown in quick edits holding him down against his will.

All is calm
All is bright

The second clip presented focuses on large nails being hammered through his hands. Blood immediately seeps through the wounds. The only audio provided is from the warmth of Amy’s voice. Shane is seen screaming in agony as his tormentors drive another pair of nails through his feet.

Round yon virgin
Mother and child

Christmas lights are wrapped around the pain racked body of the beloved interviewer. His eyes are practically bulging out of his head from the assault. The cross he resides on is pulled upright. A lingering shot of his crucification is presented. Below his feet, in a neatly arranged order, lies twelve presents. They are of equal size, but different colored wrapping paper and ribbon. The tormentors are shown picking them up and then exchanging them with their fellow brothers and sisters.

Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace

Inside are different animal masks. The tormentors are Seromine’s followers. They are shown from the side, so only a slight look at their faces is revealed. Hugs follow. Cheer is in the air. Unless you are Shane Dodge. Then you are in searing pain and agony. The twelve followers slip the hard plastic masks over their faces. They then pick up nearby candles and stand idle, looking at the gift they have for their leader…

Sleep in heavenly peace

Seromine is shown facing Shane. Destiny enters the shot, presenting him with his own mask. She’s seen with an evil gleam in her eyes, as she clutches a bible close to her heart. Resting on her head is Seromine’s long brimmed black hat, but at a slight angle. Seromine slips the mask on over his face, and when he turns, so does his followers. His mask is a Great Horned Owl. His followers masks are a Grizzly, Wolf, Goat, Pig, Ram, Rabbit, Tiger, Coyote, Kangaroo, Fox, Eagle, and Zebra.

There is no more accompanying music. What audio has been allowed, is the yells of Shane Dodge, who is serving as a de facto Christmas Tree. The last shot of the video is of a united cult. Destiny steps to the front, giving viewers an unnerving smile as the feed goes dark.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM SALVATION

There is a candle glow behind the text. A collection of sinister laughs ends the video.

The man of the hour is standing at the lectern now, maskless, but with the rest of the group. He studies the faithful that greet him and his vile video with LOUD boos. Seromine bends his arms at an angle, basking in the negative adulation. He closes his eyes and appears to be reciting a silent prayer. Finishing with an ‘amen’ he can now deliver his speech. Or try to. He proudly grabs the award.

“Luke 6:22 says, ‘Blessed are you when people hate you and when they exclude you and revile you and spurn your name as evil, on account of the Son of Man!’” He pauses for a slight moment, allowing the scripture to filter in the minds of the sinners inside the venue. Seromine continues. “God has ushered me in as the true savior, and I intend on punishing the wicked and saving souls from eternal damnation!” his words, while sounding of hellfire, still retain a welcoming approach. Somewhat. For he is smiling in delivering this impromptu sermon. The reception doesn’t change. “Thank you for this most prestigious award. Just remember...God loves you...and so do I. Be sure to pray for the speedy recovery of Shane Dodge tonight!”

Seromine leads his cult off stage to ear splitting jeers (and maybe a few cheers, but that can’t be confirmed due to the noise).

Ace Anderson: Welcome back. You're listing to to "Notorious" by Adelitas Way, which is not only the official theme of Club V, but it's also the 2017 Winter Icey Award Winner for Best Theme Song! Congratulations to Johnny Vivacious and Justin Michaels, who apparently got their holiday vacations started early and are not here this evening. Now, speaking of absences, you'll notice I'm seated by myself at this table, and that's because Jerry is up on the stage, ready to present the next award.

Jerry Andrews: Thank you, Ace. Now, I've been hashtag-blessed to call some incredible matches in my time here in Pure Class Wrestling, and the last six months have certainly been no exception.

A video package starts to play.

Jerry Andrews: Without further ado, here are the nominees for Best Match.

Seromine vs. Nathan Saniti
Justin "Stormm" Michaels vs Kyle Shane
Halloween Horror "666" Match
Grimm vs Whitey Ford
Whitey Ford vs Seromine vs Grimm
Gabriel vs Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Seromine vs Kyle Shane

Jerry Andrews: And the winner is..... Seromine vs Kyle Shane from Collision Course 6!

The audience cheers.

Jerry Andrews: To accept this award, the winner of the match: Kyle Shane!

Once again, the opening notes to Circa Survive's "In The Morning And Amazing" begin to play, and Kyle Shane walks up to the podium. He still looks upbeat, but this time there's an edge and a purpose to his walk as he comes up the dais and takes his award, shaking the appropriate hands as he gets to the podium and the mic.

Kyle Shane: I wanted to thank you guys again for voting for me... I've given my thoughts about this year, in particular, but there still remains something to be said for Collision Course and what Seromine and I went through. Collision Course to me was the final battle of the year, it was what everything had been leading to, from a mental standpoint of me applying what I had learned over the year, and in the sense that a war had been brewing between me and the cult of a certain resident false prophet. Seromine to me, represented a dark evil that had led people astray, he was corrupting and brainwashing people at the base from his tower and he needed to be brought down. But, Seromine was, and is, one of the toughest sons of bitches going in Pure Class Wrestling today. I can't take that away from him.

Kyle looks sincere as he takes in the crowd, giving it a beat.

Kyle Shane: So I fought Seromine, I gave it every damn thing I had, I brought out tricks you hadn't seen before and I overcame interference from his followers and his little wifey Destiny and I still got beaten down like never before. Seromine and I fought and we descended to the depths of hell, but I am proud to say in that match I scratched and I clawed my way free and I kicked him back down where he belongs. I'm proud of what I accomplished in the main event of Collision Course... hell I'm proud of the fight Seromine brought, and what he brought out of me. We deserved to close the year out this way.

A dark, angry look comes over Kyle's face as he comes out from behind the podium, taking the mic with him.

Kyle Shane: It was a nearly perfect match, and a perfect moment... that was RUINED by Notorious. Seromine and I deserved to send this year off on a high, and dammit, after the year I had and the work I put in to achieve I deserved to hold that belt up and yell "Achievement Unlocked" and have my moment in the sun, but two whiny, probably-used-to-be-at-some-point, past their shelf life middle aged losers decided to jump me. So while I'm accepting this award for best match this trophy, right here, is as tainted as my moment in the spotlight was at Collision Course, and you can thank Justin and Johnny.

Kyle tosses the trophy on the ground in pure annoyance and steps on it. There's an audible gasp from the award show crowd.

Kyle Shane: Notorious boys, you may have laid me out, you may have taken my title, you may have taken my moment, and in doing so you may have soiled The Match of the Year... but you are going to get what's coming to you. And I am still getting to hold my World title belt in my arms. This is not going to go how you think. Until then, you want to play games with a master... Game On.

A very irritated Kyle throws off some people's helping hands as he bends over, scoops up the desecrated Match of the Year award, and he storms off the stage.

Oh the weather outside is frightful…at least it is somewhere. In here, though, beyond the reaches of snow and ice and hammering winds -- or raging infernos, for that matter – we find the Lord of Misrule (that’s Grimm to you) roaming about the highways and the hedges. Or the backstage hallways, if you prefer. Taking in the sights and sounds of the last PCW event of 2017. Mulling over the previous year and considering what 2018 could possibly hold for him. And as he does so, his mind registers something after the fact. He stops. Back pedals to a table upon which rests a sheet of paper laying out the night’s schedule, including lists of nominees for the myriad awards. An old familiar name stands out.

Brenna Gordon.

Grimm remembers a notion he’d crafted. A little trifle he’d passed along to this same Ms. Gordon nearly a year-and-a-half ago.

A few sprigs of hay in full seed poke out of a rough-hewn little vase whittled out of old barn wood…the tool marks almost form an incidental pattern of some kind…

There is nothing incidental about anything Grimm has ever done. His brow furrows as he remembers other things. Other instances of his… handiwork.

Wrapping his fingers in the waves and tendrils of inky hair and through to the back of her neck he jerks her back to standing fully upright…just in time for him to administer a most severe Dead Reckoning! Smashing his cranium in Brenna’s he releases her so as to not impede her downward progress. Medics stream in from the back.

Still staring at the paper, Grimm reaches to scratch a spot at the base of his throat. There had rested there for some time a pendant of sorts. A piece of sea glass wrapped in copper wire. The glass had been the kind of deep blue that one found in the twilight zone of the ocean, just before the sun’s reach is swallowed by the abyss.

Well. Anyway. He isn’t wearing it now. But that night’s events still come to him.

Brenna stirs, lifting her head groggily, her movements slow and obviously pained. Grimm watches, another flicker of potentially human emotion crossing his face before the portcullis comes down once more. With a leap and twisting descent, Grimm lands a crashing Tornado DDT on the struggling superstar.

The Harvest.

With that, the furrows unfurl. Grimm’s expression flows from the dead calm of the doldrums into something resembling a grin. But what temper of grin remains to be seen.

He raps his knuckles on the table and resumes his walk.

Back inside the building, Santa is on stage.

Santa Claus: And, to present the award for Most Inspirational......

Suddenly, "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO starts to play and out steps Buck Brochamp!

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell!? He's not our scheduled presenter!

Ace Anderson: The only thing he's not is not on steroids! I love this guy!

Jerry Andrews: He's not supposed to be here! And he's obviously on steroids.

Brochamp walks up to the mic.

Buck Brochamp: Yo brah, I'm totally pumped to be out here presenting the award for Most Inspirational. I mean, brah, I'm like the most inspirational guy out there. The ladies love the Broski brah. Look, my biceps are huge and I'm real tan, brah. I live to crush my opponents into nothing or dust.

Jerry Andrews: Again, let me reiterate, that he is NOT the scheduled presenter for this award. I'm not sure what he's doing out here. Who let him into the building?

Brochamp starts to flex. It goes on long enough that the video package starts to play, and the nominees are shown. Brochamp is so concerned with his flexing that he doesn't notice.

SEROMINE
KYLE SHANE
GABRIEL
DOMINATOR
WHITEY FORD

Buck Brochamp: Yo brah, that was hype. What a tight video package. Almost as great as my package, brah. Hahahaha.

The crowd groans.

Buck Brochamp: Ya brah. And the winner is.... KYLE SHANE!

The crowd starts to applaud but suddenly the lights go out. Finally, a single candle is shown flickering. The lights come back on and Gabriel is standing on the stage, holding the candle.

Gabriel: This is a travesty! This is is a crime! This is disgusting! How is Kyle Shane inspirational? Because he has an ego!? Because he is full of himself!? Because he is composed entirely of bravado!? The world has lost its way. People today worship sin and encourage blasphemy. It's shameful that people like Kyle Shane are respected and revered. The only true inspiration in this world is our Lord! He is the one we should be looking up to! He is the one who should be honoured! For our Lord is a just and kind Lord. He is tolerant. He is loving. He is is beautiful and wondrous. We should wake up each day and count our blessings because we are granted the opportunity to follow the Lord. You heathens make me sick! But there is hope for you. Salvation is possible. The souls of those who voted for this deviant can be cleansed. All you need to do is follow the Lord. Listen to His words. Embrace Him. Welcome Him. Love Him. For He is so incredible that He....

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back!

Ace Anderson: Where did Gabriel go?

Jerry Andrews: He rambled and prayed for that entire commercial break and you're looking for more!?

Ace Anderson: I wanted to see where he was going with it!

Jerry Andrews: You're unbelievable. But speaking of unbelievable, I've just been given some huge breaking news! As you know, the next time we are on the airwaves will be on Thursday January 18th, 2018, for the first Trauma of 2018. But it's more than just that!

Ace Anderson: That's right, it's the seventh anniversary of Trauma's return!

Jerry Andrews: Yes, on January 18th, 2011, Pure Class Wrestling Trauma returned due to popular demand and we haven't stopped going since. And I've just been given details on the main event of the evening, and it's a big one. We are going to kick off 2018 with a massive Tornado Tag Match pitting our World Champion Kyle Shane and Brenna Gordon against the team of Justin Michaels and Johnny Vivacious as well as the team of Seromine and Gabriel!

Ace Anderson: WOAH!

Jerry Andrews: And that's not all! This massive three-team elimination match will take place inside an enclosed steel cage! No one can get in and no one can get out! There MUST BE A WINNER.

Ace Anderson: That is HUGE! The seventh anniversary of Trauma is going to be incredible! I'm already hearing some rumors about former stars who are considering making appearances on the show!

Jerry Andrews: It all takes place on Thursday January 18th, 2018! Now, back to the stage for our next award!

Ace Anderson: Here to present the award for BEST SINGLES STAR...Landon Divine!

The man who presented this very award last show, has returned to do it again! Out comes the arrogant jackass himself, looking dapper in his tuxedo. Joe Esposito’s “You’re the Best” ushers him across the stage. He has brought a martini with him and is gleefully drinking it as he approaches the podium. Landon sets the glass down, looking beyond unenthused about making an appearance. But hey, sometimes when you need that extra spark, you call in the REAL star.

Landon: “Well, well, well. Here we are again. The Icey Awards. Pure Class Wrestling should have asked me to host this little get together. You want ratings? You want show stealing memories? I’m the guy they call in. But instead they call in some bum from the local mall, taking him away from his minimum wage job playing St. Nicholas, to bring him here to do the same thing.”

The boos that had greeted Landon’s arrival...continue after that diatribe. It’s Landon’s cue to take another drink. He “accidently” drops the glass in trying to set it back down.

Landon: “See? Even the glass doesn’t want to be at this dump. I have better places to be, better people to be around, and more important things to do with my time. So here are the so-called ‘nominees’ for Best Singles Star.”

A graphic rolls across the screen showing a highlight package of the names nominated for the award. The reaction swings based on the individual shown at the given time.

NOMINEES:

GRIMM
SEROMINE
WHITEY FORD
KYLE SHANE
DOMINATOR

Landon: “And the winner is ME!”

He picks up the award and mock celebrates like he just won Olympic Gold (without a broken fricken’ neck!). The booing doesn’t phase him in the least. Landon decides to reluctantly do his job. He opens the envelope and turns pale.

Landon (stuttering): “The win—n—er is Grimm! And I’m out of here.”

Landon gets the hell out of dodge as ‘Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle plays.

Grimm walks out to that old familiar strain. He accepts the award and holds it in the crook of his arm. Looking out over the audience, the beard shifts, almost as if a grin has unfurled somewhere beneath it.

“Some familiar faces have left us over the last year or so, and some new ones have taken their place. All the while, some old faces have come back in out of the cold, too. All this to say that after all these years Pure Class Wrestling’s ranks continue to rise and fall, superstars come and go, and even so old Grimm stands here before all of you with this award.”

He raises it over his head.

“And I thank you for it.”

But then the grin falls away. His eyes focus into two frozen points of blue and he glares.

“See you in 2018, PCW.”

…counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums…

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, don't even think about leaving us yet! When we return, our Underground Title match is taking place.... and it's happening right here in the Peace Center!

Ace Anderson: That's right! We're not in the Pure Class Arena tonight! They're setting up a ring right on the stage and, after this break, we'll be ready to go!

As the show returns, the ring crew is putting the finishing touches on the squared circle that they have set up on the stage.

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship!!

Jerry Andrews: Well here we are at our main event for the December Icey Awards Show, an Underground title defense between the unstoppable juggernaut that is our King, and the surprising challenge of the upstart Razor Blade.

Ace Anderson: That's right, Jerry, and as they're getting the ring set up here on the podium, we get the perfect seat right here in the front row.

Jerry Andrews: Since we are coming up on award season, I can assure you that you won't catch this on Oscar night!

Ace Anderson: Hell no, not with those those pretentious bourgoisie Hollywood snobs... always sending back people's screenplays with the meanest rejection letters... Sniff...

Jerry Andrews: Will you just let it go?!

Ace Anderson: ...Moving along, though, Razor Blade showed an uncanny new fire in his belly at Collision Course when he picked up an unexpected, and huge victory, eliminating not one, not two, but three competitors from one match.

Jerry Andrews: The ever opinionated and brash Razor then declared a new turning point for himself, and went on social media to demand to be inserted into the title picture.

Sasha Greene: introducing first, he weighs in at 265 lbs... The Big Dog, RAZOR BLADE!!

"The Truth Reigns" plays over the PA and Razor Blade comes down the aisle, up the dais, to where the ring is set up on the awards stage. In honor of the awards night he is wearing a freaking suit, complete with a tie, double-breasted vest and jacket that has had the sleeves removed so his arms are bare. He turns to see the auditorium with all eyes on him, and he holds his fists up and roars.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, he weighs in at 365 lbs... he is the Pure Class Wrestling Underground King... DOMINATOR!!

"Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin comes over the PA and Dominator comes walking down, the Pure Class Wrestling Underground Championship belt in tow. In accordance with the awards show spectacle, Dominator is ALSO wearing a fine pair of dress slacks and a snazzy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Jerry Andrews: Will you look at these two men?! They're spiffied up to the nines, wearing tailored suits and shoes like they're walking the red carpet.

Ace Anderson: Oooh, will you go ask Razor who he's wearing, is it Armani?

Jerry Andrews: It's arm-less, if that's close enough.

It's quite different being on one stage with the ring above the audience, watching the whole thing like a play. The ref gets in position. Dominator hands over the belt and he rolls up the cuffs of his dress shirt in the manner of a gentleman about to get into fisticuffs. The whole thing has taken on a surreal edge as the referee calls for a bell to get us underway.

Ace Anderson: This has already taken my vote for craziest thing I've seen, ever.

Both men come together in a collar-elbow tieup, but Razor Blade immediately twists out of it and wrenches Dominator's arm. Razor Blade bends Dominator's arm in a wristlock, applying pressure, and then he applies a hammerlock behind Dominator's back. Dominator is immediately able to elbow his way out of it, and he tries to grip Razor Blade around the waist in a bearhug, but Razor Blade begins clapping his ears. Dominator rakes Razor Blade's eyes. He goes for a whip to the ropes, and when Razor Blade returns he swings for a clothesline. Razor Blade ducks and hits a reverse neckbreaker. Then, Razor Blade applies a sleeper hold with the arm trapped. Dominator begins to fade, seemingly, as Razor Blade takes him down to the mat. The referee asks Dominator if he'll give up but Dominator shakes his head no, and is even laughing a little through the pain. Razor Blade tries to tighten the hold, but Dominator is getting to his feet, and he pushes up to his knees and then a standing position with Razor Blade on his back. In a great display of strenth, Dominator runs into the corner with Razor Blade on his back, squashing him. Razor Blade releases the hold, and Dominator flattens him with a sidewalk slam out of the corner. Dominator covers.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Ace Anderson: Just think of the dry cleaning that's going to need to be done after this is over.

Jerry Andrews: Is Razor Blade going to take his coat back to the tailor and have the arms sewn back on in the winter months, or did he get this from a summer collection?

Ace Anderson: These are the questions.

Dominator drops a leg across the throat of Razor Blade after jogging a few steps away. Then, Dominator covers again.

The referee: One... Kickout.

Dominator lifts Razor Blade up from behind, going for a full nelson submission, but Razor Blade is fighting it off by flexing his arms and chest, keeping Dominator from locking his hands. Razor elbows his way clear of the hold and turns around, unloading on Dominator with a flurry of right hands. Razor Blade drops Dominator with a clothesline. Dominator gets back up and Razor Blade continues unleashing a flurry of big right hands on Dominator. He looks to irish whip Dominator into the ropes but Dominator reverses it, and as Razor Blade comes running off the ropes Dominator catches him with a huge powerslam. Dominator picks up Razor Blade and nails a huge knee to his stomach before irish whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Dominator looks to follow it up with a clothesline but Razor Blade moves out of the way and Dominator goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Dominator is clutching his chest in pain as he rests by the ropes where Razor Blade follows up with a big clothesline taking Dominator all the way to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Award for most teeth lost after that hit goes to Dominator, Jesus.

Climbing to the outside after Dominator, Razor Blade grabs his arm and whips him hard into the steel steps. Razor Blade follows it up by running in and delivering a big boot to the seated Dominator's face, smashing it into the steps. Razor Blade hits with a loud crash, and Dominator looks to be out cold. Dominator lifts Razor up and walks him across the stage, coming to a big spotlight on a far end. With a mighty shove, he hurls Razor into it with a Biel throw, slinging the Big Dog so his back connects with the spotlight. The light bulb explodes in a momentary flash, and Razor falls out of the spotlight to the stage. Dominator is right there after him, and he dumps Razor Blade off the dais into the front row. Razor Blade groans and holds his injured back, which surely has at the very least some shards of glass and ruined threads in the suit. Dominator gets down off the stage, and he lays some very precise boots to the midsection of Razor Blade.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is getting stomped out by the most expensive gator loafers!

Ace Anderson: All of which proves that anything can be a weapon here... even fashion.

Razor Blade starts pulling himself up to all fours, but Dominator crushes him with a club to the back that flattens him. Dominator picks Razor Blade up by the hem of his suit coat and pants and throws him into the front row, knocking over a circular dinner table and spilling drinks. Razor flails as he tries to regain his footing again. The awards show crowd gets out of the way as Dominator stalks towards Razor, clearly enjoying the beating he's dishing out. Razor suddenly grabs from an adjacent table a bottle of rather pricey Dom Perignon. He shakes it up and then pops the cork, and amazingly, Dominator is flustered by a blast of champagne to the face! Half the bottle goes off like a geyser. There's no way that can be right?! But it happened.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! I don't want to see the bill from the caterers!

Dominator is turned half away, scrubbing at his eyes, and Razor Blade smashes the bottle over his head. Dominator falls like a stone. Razor Blade holds his arms out and lets out a triumphant victory roar. Now Razor Blade is the one trying to lift the big man. He winches Dominator in a face lock and plants some knee strikes as he lifts him up. Dominator is groggy, from the grog to the noggin. Razor Blade takes Dominator by the back of the head and walks him through the array of tables and award-show goers, and they're headed to the exit. As he does, he picks up a beautiful crystal vase full of flowers that serves as a centerpiece to the table and he smashes it over Dominator's head. Dominator groans, and he falls to one knee. Razor slaps Dominator over the head, and he bounces Dominator's head off one of the tables. Dominator limply flails his arms as Razor Blade begins grinding his elbow, pushing Dominator's face into the table, and he picks up a half-eaten dinner plate and mashes Dominator's face into it. The vinaigrette dressing is all over the collar of Dominator's fancy shirt. This is a travesty. Razor Blade compounds the disrespect by dumping another flute of champagne on Dominator. Then he boots Dominator in the knee and lifts the big man up, walking him further up the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: Where are they going?!

Ace Anderson: Well Underground rules always follow that anything goes as long as it finishes in the ring. But this is a special night, and these two have only just begun to tear up this catered soiree.

The exit sign hangs over the doors and Razor Blade throws the big man through them. Dominator goes stumbling through, into the outside, and the hallway to the lobby of the awards venue comes into view as the camera follows along. There's a big, plastic and metal sign with "Pure Class Wrestling - Icey Awards, seating" written on it and Razor picks the sign up, hefts it, and then smacks Dominator across the back with it. Dominator stumbles again, holding his back and then falling to a kneeling position. Razor Blade throws the direction sign aside, and then he lifts Dominator up. Dominator starts crawling away from Razor Blade just to try and get to his feet. Dominator uses the balcony door to help him to his feet. But by the front desk there's one of those metal curved neck lamps. Razor picks up the lamp, again finding whatever he can to beat Dominator over the head with. Dominator throws a quick jab to the stomach of Razor Blade. Razor Blade doubles over. Dominator grabs Razor Blade and throws him into the wall. Razor Blade bounces back, Dominator wraps his arms around the midsection, bellows out an angry roar and crushes him into the wall again. Dominator takes another step back... measuring his prey as Razor pulls himself out of the wall, holding his back, and then Dominator hits a short yet very impactful spear. Both men are laid out by the front security desk. Two security guards, knowing what the venue has been contracted for tonight, still stand by with gawking disbelief.

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe these two have fought out to the lobby!

Dominator gets to his feet. He quickly scans the security desk. And there, he spies a Dell flatscreen monitor, which he forcefully yanks from it's moorings as he pulls it from behind the counter. The security guards can't do much more than protest and hope somebody's getting reimbursed for this shit. Razor Blade picks his way to his feet, holding his ribs. SLAM! Dominator crashes the flat screen monitor down onto Razor Blade's back! Razor starts to roll around in agony, flinching and gritting his teeth. Dominator shakes his head, clearly not finished with him yet. Dominator pulls Razor Blade to his feet. Dominator whips Razor Blade across the lobby and we are off to the races again. Dominator catches up to Razor Blade, and they've entered a side hallway for technical and maintenance. Both men's suits are stained with food and drink, scorched, spots of blood, rips, and it's only begun. Razor Blade is on his feet now. Dominator charges. Big back body drop by Razor Blade! And Dominator spills into the maintenance hallway, hitting hard on the concrete. Dominator yells and holds his back in pain.

Ace Anderson: I don't think I want to know what's on the floor back there...

There's a small caged area on the side of the hallway with a metal door and, within it, janitorial supplies, including a wheeled yellow janitor's cart, mop bucket, and solvents and sprays. Razor Blade selects some air freshener aerosol, and as Dominator pulls himself to his feet, Razor Blade lifts the aerosol can up and sprays Dominator right in the face! The spray burns awfully, although it smells like spring rain (supposedly) and the chemicals burn Dominator's eyes and face. He shrieks horribly and brings his hands up to scrub frantically at his eyes. Razor Blade has wheeled the janitor's cart out of the storage bin and he grabs the mop from the bucket. Dominator, still partially blinded and in severe pain from the shot of air freshener spray, turns around only for Razor Blade to smack him with the wet end of the mop as hard as he can. Dominator staggers back. Razor Blade comes around behind him, wielding the mop like a staff. He wraps the mop horizontally around Dominator, pulling it into Dominator's throat and hauling back with a hand on both side so as to choke him out. Dominator is able to fight out of this, pushing with both his hands to keep the mop handle away from his windpipe, but Razor keeps up the pressure. Then, Razor Blade grips Dominator's head and pushes it down, towards the mop bucket attached to the janitor's cart, and he dunks Dominator's head in some very old and disgusting mop water that was not emptied after the last use.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is baptising Dominator in the mop water!

Ace Anderson: Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwww. That water is browner than your teeth, Jerry! That's disgusting!!

Dominator, gasping for air, elbows Razor Blade in the side as he pushes his head out of the water, and he picks up a Wet Floor sign and he swing it up over his shoulder and smashes it over Razor's head. Dominator coughs and chokes, still gagging on foul water, but his eyes have cleared, and he takes the Wet Floor sign in his hands and violently swings it, breaking it across Razor Blade's neck and shoulder. Razor Blade slumps to the aisle, holding his shoulder. Dominator leans against the maintenance storage section, gasping and catching his breath. He gets back up and lays some furious boots to Razor Blade. Dominator looks around him, trying to get his bearings, and then he spots a door with a sign that tells him it's leading to the parking garage. He grimaces, adjusting the collar of his ruined dress shirt, and lifts the beaten Razor up and walks him down the hallway.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, I recognize that, that's the parking garage for event staff!

Dominator grips Razor Blade's head and bounces it off the side of a car window. Razor Blade keeps walking, and Dominator grips his head again and walks him out a little ways, throwing him across the hood of a car. Dominator screams "This title is mine!" Dominator lifts Razor Blade back up and grips him by the head, but Razor Blade begins elbowing Dominator in the gut repeatedly. Razor Blade turns and begins firing away at Dominator with right hands, backing him up into the main aisle, and then he wraps his arms around Dominator and dumps him onto the concrete with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Dominator shouts in pain and holds his lower back.

Jerry Andrews: That was unforgiving concrete right there.

Razor Blade walks around Dominator, giving him a series of stomps to the limbs. He lifts Dominator up and gives him several clubs to the back. He walks Dominator over to a concrete support pillar and grips one of his arms, wrapping it around the pillar, then he pulls Dominator forward with force into the pillar, and Dominator smashes into it face first. Razor Blade pulls Dominator into the column again, then as Dominator falls limply down Razor Blade walks around, lifting him up by the hair and walking him over to a pile of old, used tires by a dumpster. Razor Blade grips Dominator by the back of his hair and his pants and flings Dominator into the stacks of tires, spilling them over. Razor Blade lifts a tire up, and as Dominator starts to get to his feet, Razor Blade runs the tire forward into Dominator's head, knocking him backward.

Jerry Andrews: That is certainly the first time I've ever seen a tire used as a weapon.

Ace Anderson: Hey, he's got a spare tire like you're packing down there, Jimmy.

Jerry Andrews: I... I don't have time to go to the gym anymore!

Razor Blade lifts Dominator up and opens the lid of the dumpster, and lays Dominator's head across the edge of it, before slamming the lid shut across his back and neck. Dominator falls out, limply. Razor Blade lifts Dominator up and starts walking him back towards the cars, but Dominator breaks free and rakes Razor Blade's eyes. Razor Blade shouts in pain, blinded, and then Dominator grips his arm and irish whips him so that he hits, lower back first, into the front grille of a nearby SUV. Some soccer mom is gonna have to call Allstate to iron out the damage on that one. Dominator lifts Razor Blade up and goes to give him a DDT onto the concrete, but Razor Blade backdrops his way out of it. Dominator gets up, holding his lower back, and Razor Blade picks up an orange safety cone and cracks Dominator over the head with it. Dominator stumbles back, not injured, but dazed. Razor Blade then tackles him into the fender of a nearby truck. Dominator shouts and holds his back, and Razor Blade wraps his arms around Dominator's midsection and runs him back into the truck again. Razor Blade grips Dominator by the back of the head, and goes to dash his face into the hood of the car, but Dominator straightens his arms, catching himself. He then proceeds to smack Razor Blade's head off the hood, and he does this several more times. Razor Blade slumps against the side of the car, and Dominator opens the front door.

Ace Anderson: What kind of idiot leaves their car unlocked these days?

Jerry Andrews: Hey, uh... Ace...? Isn't that your rental car?

Ace Anderson: WHAT!

Jerry Andrews: Ooooh I hope you got the warranty.

Dominator drags Razor Blade over and places him halfway inside the car. Then, he takes the door and shuts it on Razor Blade's shoulder and back. Razor Blade screams in pain, and he staggers out, using the car to hold himself up. As he does, Dominator nails him in the side of the head with a devastating boot. Dominator lifts Razor Blade up and pulls him up onto the hood of Ace' car, turns him upside down and nails a tombstone piledriver, leaving a dent in the hood.

Ace Anderson (nearly weeping): My car...

Jerry Andrews: Ouch... I wonder how you'll explain that.

Ace Anderson: Now I'll never get my deposit back, FUCK!!

Razor Blade lays on the hood of the car, stunned. Dominator looks around, then glances at a large, jacked up pickup truck in the spot next to Ace's car. He climbs over and gets on the hood of the car, looking down at Razor Blade, still sprawled on the hood of the car, and then he flies off with a leg drop across the throat of Razor Blade. The car dips dangerously downwards.

Ace Anderson (horrified): ...Why me?

Jerry Andrews: That car's suspension might be broken!!

Ace Anderson: You aren't helping!

Dominator pulls himself up. He rolls Razor Blade off the hood. Walking Razor Blade over, he slams him into the concrete side of a flight of steps leading up to an exit and throws him against the wall. Razor Blade stumbles backwards, and Dominator attempts to run in and give him a diamond cutter onto the concrete floor, but Razor Blade pushes him off and Dominator goes forward into the concrete wall as well. Dominator stumbles back and Razor Blade gives him a vertical suplex. Dominator shouts in pain and holds his lower back. Razor Blade boots him a few times, then lifts Dominator up and bounces his head off the rail of the steps. Dominator holds his face, in pain. Razor Blade boots Dominator in the gut and gives him a Samoan drop right across the steps.

Jerry Andrews: These two men have beaten the absolute hell out of each other tonight!

Ace Anderson: Who cares about them, they beat the hell out of a Hertz rental! I'm going to have to fix tire rods, CV joints, pins, suspension... this is going to make Christmas very bleak at the Anderson abode!

Jerry Andrews: Aw, come on, Ace, maybe Santa will bring you a new suspension.

Ace Anderson: Not! Helping!!

Razor Blade lifts up a nearby steel trashcan, empties it out over Dominator's back, covering him with trash, and then smashes it across his back as he starts to get up. Razor Blade eggs Dominator to get up, as he backs up a few steps, and he comes running forward with the trashcan, but Dominator gets his leg up and boots it back into Razor Blade's face. Dominator rests on the steps for a moment, as Razor Blade is on all fours, checking his face for blood. Dominator pulls himself up, as does Razor Blade, and Razor Blade fires a right hand at Dominator that makes him stumble back up the steps. Dominator fights back with a right of his own and the two men exchange punches, going back and forth, as they fight up the steps over the parking lot. As they get to the top, Dominator knees Razor Blade in the gut and bounces his head off the rail, and begins trying to throw Razor Blade over the rail. Razor Blade elbows Dominator off, and then as Dominator comes back towards Razor Blade, Razor Blade boots him in the gut and gives him a lifting reverse STO top of the flight of steps.

Jerry Andrews: Jesus christ, Razor Blade was absolutely flattened by the Anachronism. I think Razor is out of it.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but... they're nowhere near the ring... how do you fix that?

Dominator searches around him as Razor Blade is out cold or possibly dead at the top of the stairs, smashed into the concrete with an Anachronism. Dominator actually sees a golf cart for security to ride around the venue, but he files that away for later. Razor Blade, meanwhile, is barely clinging to life, trying to will himself to answer what would be a ten-count in boxing as Dominator continues looking for a weapon. Finding little they haven't already used, except the bumper of Ace Anderson's car which is comically about to fall off, Dominator seems to get a blast of inspiration. He's wearing a fine gold watch, which he uses as a power of the punch. He slides it down his forearm to load on his massive fist, and a sick smile crosses his face. He looks for the knockout shot. Razor Blade is literally sitting on the steps with the air of someone already punch drunk, barely aware of where he is. Dominator charges him, holding the heavy gold wristwatch and coming to knock his head off. Razor Blade sees at the last second and he boots Dominator's knee out. Dominator falls, and he eats a hearty meal of curb when his face hits one of the bottom stairs, possibly doing severe damage to his dental work. Dominator holds his mouth and lets out a high moan.

Jerry Andrews: I would be surprised if that didn't pulverize Dominator's teeth right there.

Ace Anderson: Nothing like eating Christmas dinner through a straw. It's what he deserves, for my car!

Now it's Razor Blade's turn to get to his feet, and he looks around for a weapon himself. Inspiration strikes him, and he pats the legs of his grey slacks, feeling for the expensive leather belt he's wearing in this ensemble along with his dress slacks and shoes, color coordinated to match. He takes the belt off from around his waist. Razor slides the belt around the neck of Dominator! Dominator is gasping for air as his face now is just a bright red mask from lack of circulation. Dominator grabs the strap, trying to stop Razor Blade from squeezing the air out of him. Razor Blade starts to drag Dominator back into the parking garage. Razor Blade lets go of the belt strap around Dominator neck. He tosses him into the side of the security golf cart. Razor Blade starts to put to the boots to Dominator. Razor Blade stops for a second, he looks around. He grabs a trash can and dumps the contents all over Dominator. Dominator gasps, trying to regain some precious oxygen. Razor Blade has Dominator down and he lifts the trash can over his head with both hands, about to bring it down full force over the head of Dominator... but he hesitates just a second too long. Low Blow by Dominator. Razor Blade drops to his knees holding his groin, and Dominator grabs the fallen trash can and places it over Razor Blade, engulfing his head and torso.

Ace Anderson: I'm not even going to provide commentary on that visual.

Dominator backs up and gives a thunderous boot into the trashcan, spilling it over, knocking out Razor and spewing a remainder of the trash. Razor Blade is now flat on his back. The massive Dominator gets into the golf cart, providing yet another surreal image for tonight of him behind the wheel of the tiny cart. Dominator takes one end of Razor's belt which was previously used to choke him out. He ties it up to the back of the golf cart, and he ties the other end... to Razor Blade's wrist. Dominator cackles madly. He backs up the cart until the strap is now pulled really tight. He throws it into drive... and he floors it!

Ace Anderson: Oh my god! He’s going to run him over!

The golf cart is at top speed, and Razor rolls to the side. But Dominator doesn’t stop driving The strap is pulled taut again, and a groaning Razor is pulled along behind it. Razor Blade falls down and now is being dragged behind the golf cart! Several moments pass of this and it necessitates a few camera shot changes to view the whole ride down the hallway, but Dominator speeds the golf-cart along madly and Razor is dragged along with it. Dominator starts swerving in the cart and Razor Blade is still being dragged, hitting random objects like trash cans and equipment boxes as they make their way back through the maintenance hall, out into the lobby, and through the double doors leading back to the awards venue! The crowd starts to roar as the golf cart comes into view from the left side of the ramp... and Razor Blade is still being dragged! Finally, mercifully, Dominator slams on the brakes, bringing them both to a jerking stop. Razor Blade rolls over, gasping and moaning in pain. His suit is half torn off. Dominator gets out of the golf cart. He undoes the belt from the cart Razor Blade slumps to the floor. They are parked right by the dais leading up to the stage. Dominator pulls Razor Blade up to his feet. He tosses him up onto stage, five feet away from the ring where this all began. Dominator pulls himself up onto the stage. Dominator grabs Razor Blade and looks for another power bomb! Dominator has Razor Blades head between his legs are the roar of the crowd is getting louder. Dominator looks to his right, down at the golf cart that is positioned very close to the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do is he?

Ace Anderson: Hell, he's already destroyed ONE precious vehicle tonight!!

Dominator hoists up Razor Blade. He turns... and powerbombs Razor INTO the roof of the security golf cart!! "Holy shit" chants echo throughout the building as a motionless Razor Blade is now almost sitting in the golf cart after being powerbombed through the plastic roof.

Jerry Andrews: And Dominator destroys Razor Blade and the golf cart!

Dominator is sitting on the edge of the stage, breathing heavily and looking down at the destruction he has caused with his two hands. Razor Blade is almost certainly out of it. Dominator clears the debris from the now broken roof. He lifts a lifeless Razor Blade out, pulls him back on the stage and rolls him in the ring, before dropping down for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: Kick out, Razor, kick out!!

Ace Anderson: I don't know what either man has left, Dominator is literally slumping into the cover.

The referee, who has had to follow behind all of this insanity and yet has had no pins to count in all this time away from the ring, jogs over, slides in and makes the count, while the people at the tables vociferously count along.

The ref and the crowd: ONE...









TWO...









THREE!!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and still Pure Class Wrestling Underground Champion... DOMINATOR!

"Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin plays and Dominator pushes himself up on one elbow, clad in the rags of his wet, ruined dress shirt and slacks. He is handed the Underground title belt.

Jerry Andrews: These two caused havoc literally all around the backstage area and out to the parking lot. And it all comes back here, into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade put a big hurting on the champion. Let's give him a hand, this week Razor brought the strongest effort we've seen from him to date, if he keeps this up he will receive many other title opportunities.

Jerry Andrews: But the other story from this match, the amazing run of the Underground King, Dominator continues, with the big man looking more unstoppable than ever.

The crowd gives the two men a standing ovation as Dominator raises his arm in the air.

Jerry Andrews: What a contest!

Ace Anderson: And, when we return, we'll name the latest inductee into the Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame.... wait... huh!?

Without warning, a fan in black jumps into the stage. Razor Blade rolls out of the ring and is immediately tied up then dropped on the back of his head.

Jerry Andrews: That's a Widow Maker and yes, that is Johnny Vivacious!

The hood falls in the momentum revealing the Man in Black in full-on attack mode. He jumps up onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle of the near corner. Dominator is wobbly, but on his feet and collecting his senses, he’s totally oblivious of the impending blindside.

Ace Anderson: FLYING NECKBREAKER!

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is still on his feet.

Dominator has no idea who or from where, but he remains teetering in the center of the ring regardless. Even after a chop block to his right knee and an attempted clothesline. Vivacious rebounds from the ropes again, returning with a clubbing double axe-handle.

Jerry Andrews: Dominator is rocked!

Ace Anderson: But he does not fall down.

Dominator takes a second chop block, this time to the back of his left knee, but he doesn't completely lose his balance.

Ace Anderson: He can't take the big guy down.

Jerry Andrews: He won't be throwing Dominator around with his arsenal of suplexes.

Vivacious rushes the ropes behind a doubled-over Dominator, picking up speed as he passes and hits the ropes in front of his target. A perfectly placed…

Crowd: HELL-BOW!

Mortimer is on the apron and admonishing Vivacious, clutching to the PCW Underground King’s belt. The hysteria of the crowd is deafening and Dominator cannot hear Mortimer calling out instructions.

Jerry Andrews: There's no way he can hear him.

Ace Anderson: What?

Vivacious flinches, threatening, and then snatches the title belt Mortimer used as a shield. Mortimer is knocked off of the apron as Vivacious hit the ropes once again to pick up momentum.

KAH-RAH-ACK!

Ace Anderson: OH!
Jerry Andrews: OH!
The Crowd: OH!
The Locker Room: OH!
Everyone Watching at Home: OH!
You: OH!

Dominator crashes to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Jerry Andrews: The Underground King went down and is collecting himself on the outside of the ring.

The crowd get louder as Stormm rushes onto the stage and dives into the ring, sliding into plank and amazingly straight up to his feet. Stormm paces the ropes, glaring down at Mortimer and Dominator while his partner...

Ace Anderson: Johnny Vivacious is standing in the center of the ring with the Underground title high above his head.

Vivacious holds the title belt high, absorbing the exuberance of the crowd. He drops the strap down on his left shoulder, retrieves his cigarettes and “FU” Zippo. Stormm continues to intensely dare Mortimer with each step as Vivacious lights up and enjoys the first hit. Then, reaching back into his jacket, Vivacious produces a microphone.

“A few weeks ago,” he began, “I said that if I failed to win at Collision Course that ‘L’ that Grimm dealt me didn't stand for loss…”

Ace Anderson: Even though that is exactly what it was.

“...I said that it would stand for lesson.”

Ace Anderson: To never come out and challenge Grimm again, lesson learned.

“What I learned is,” he continued, “who I am.”

The crowd chant “JOHN-NY-V!” but he shakes his head.

“My name is Johnny Matthews,” he stated, “and I think I have made it clear what I want.”

Matthews takes the crown of the Underground King from his shoulder and takes a long look into the gold, even showing it to his brother-in-law. Conspicuous by its absence is the stolen World title belt as Notorious poses with a title won and a title challenged.

While “Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” rumbles through the aisles, Grimm walks out of the wings in a suit that is the mirror image of the one he wore to his own induction earlier this year. A suit of sage with juniper green pin stripes and, in the spirit of the season, a sprig of holly stuck in the top button hole. With flaming locks and beard in proper order, the Lord of Misrule reaches into his jacket and pulls out a stack of notecards. He taps them on the podium and clears his throat.

“Like many such intentions in our business, the AWA Invasion of 2012 did not meet its lofty goals. It did not turn Pure Class Wrestling on its head, its participants did not run the table on all of our titles, and the names of most of those involved were forgotten almost as soon as they signed to the roster. Nothing more than the bluster and empty threats that us PCW stalwarts have been subjected to for over a decade.”

Grimm looks around the room.

“Mostly.”

He returns to his cards.

“There was one invader who did manage to stick around. One who did win not one, not two, but three separate championships, and held on to them for a good long while in the process. Some more than once, and some much longer than others. True, he had his ups and downs, like many who have roamed these halls. Extended absences. Substance abuse issues. Brushes with the law. A complete disregard for the ‘class’ in Pure Class Wrestling. In short, he could be a mess.”

Grimm absent-mindedly scratches his beard.

“But he also had seemingly never-ending title reigns. He could reinvent himself as a stickler for the rules, to the point he was willing to take a loss rather than cheat, and you, the PCW Faithful, welcomed it. You welcomed him. And no matter which version stepped into that ring you knew you had a fight on your hands. Everyone he faced had to bring their best to the match if they wanted even a chance of defeating him. There is no denying he was definitely a thorn in my side over the years. And a thorn unlike any other, at that.”

Grimm casts a glance off-stage, then leans on the podium into the microphone.

“And that is why, despite our history, I am pleased to announce a very deserving Whitey Ford as the newest member of the Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame!”

The slow, southern guitar riffs of "Bad Man" by Bobaflex strikes up, and eventually kicks in to the full song. Whitey Ford walks onto the stage, dressed up in a full suit and tie. His hair is still a tangled mess though, falling down to his shoulders. The fans are on their feet, showing respect for the newest inductee with a round of applause. Whitey smiles and waves out to them, looking to be a bit humbled by the experience. But then, Ford nearly bumps into Grimm. The two have a tense moment, each of them staring dead into the others eyes, not giving an inch. The applause slows down slightly, but Whitey offers his hand to Grimm...and Grimm shakes it, giving him a nod and handing over the award. Grimm makes his exit stage left, and an emotional Ford takes the podium.

Jerry Andrews: Who would have thought that Whitey Ford would be inducted into the hall of fame when he first debuted in PCW...and let alone, Grimm to be the one to unduct him?

Ace Andrews: Not me. Wake me when it's over.

"You know, it's...it's quite a strange moment. How many years have I been so dead set in proving myself to the world? In making people see me, as I see me...the best in the entire world. But here I am, being inducted in the PCW Hall of Fame. And as happy as I am, for once, I'm almost speechless." Ford pauses for a moment, then shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, that's bullshit. I've always talked too much."

The crowd laughs with a smattering of applause, and Whitey glances down at the award. "Every title I've held, ever opponent I've beaten...it's led to this moment. What an honor to stand amongst some of PCW's greatest. Looking back at when it all started, all those years ago, I suppose I knew that I'd be a hall of famer one day. What I didn't know was the route I would take. When I first walked down the ramp and into the Pure Class Wrestling ring, I quickly became the most hated man in the locker room...possibly in all of the wrestling industry. I had backup, sure, but most of my success came when I decided to reach out and take it by myself"

Ford pauses then, looking to be deep in thought. He then shakes his head. "No, I never really did anything by myself. I always had you, the fans. Whether it was because of you cheering me on to victory, or damning me to hell, hoping I'd lose, which caused me to win just to spite you. The critics, the fans, the haters, the fanatics...all of you, thank you. This would not have been possible without all of you."

"You know, I'm not gonna lie, that was one hell of an induction speech by Grimm. It's funny to feel respected by someone who you know is going to punch you in the face the next time you step in the building." This garners another laugh from the crowd. "As you know, he beat me in the race to get into the Hall of Fame, but the difference is he doesn't take extended leaves of absence. Grimm is a class act, and as much as we all know that we'll never be friends, he has nothing but my respect. As do all of the previous inductees, such as Crazy Boy, NCM, Loki, Murdoc...all of them, I'm honored to be mentioned in the same sentence. And they should be honored that I just made this Hall of Fame much more relevant."

Ace Andrews: Oh, come on!

Whitey glances over towards the announcers booth, even though he couldn't hear Anderson gripe. "I know, buddy, you'll never like me either. So I'll wrap this up; I could lie and say I have important things to do, but I'm probably just going to get drunk. Allow me to leave you with this...I can't promise that you'll like me, I can't promise that I'll still be fighting the good fight, but I CAN promise you one thing...I WILL be back, and I WILL be champion again. Fuck you all, so much! Thank you!"

"Bad Man" strikes up again, and Whitey raises the award over his head proudly, his eyes starting to tear up. From behind him, a surprise guest emerges. Michael John Windsor claps a hand on Ford's shoulder, startling him. Whitey turns around with his fist balled, ready for a fight (as this is PCW and who knows what the fuck will happen,) but when he sees it's his old mentor, partner, and friend, Ford embraces him in a hug. MJW says some words off mic to him, but they seem to be encouraging as he pats him on the back and raises Ford's arm in the air. The crowd cheers and stands up once more for a round of applause. Whitey hesitates, basking in his moment in the spotlight, before giving a final wave and exiting the stage.

Pure Class Wrestling 2017

Thank you for watching
See you in 2018

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Icey Awards Show Results:

Most Hated
Seromine

Most Loved
Kyle Shane

Best Singles Star
Grimm

Best Match
Seromine vs Kyle Shane

Breakout Star
Dominator

Most Heated Rivalry
Kyle Shane vs Seromine/Gabriel

Best Entrance Music
Notorious

Best Debut or Return
Club V

Most Inspirational
Kyle Shane

Underground Title Match
Dominator (Underground 👑) defeated Razor Blade

Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame Inductee
Whitey Ford

[Rick Majors]

Edited to include a seg I forgot.