Post by Murdoc on Jan 5, 2014 21:59:58 GMT -5
Hello everyone, and WELCOME to Trauma 147 ... a very SPECIAL Trauma, for sure. It’s that time of year again; The Icey Awards Show! The usual fanfare of the evening is somewhat dampered by the announcement at the end of Trauma 146, however. President Skylar Marshall seemed to reach his breaking point and, in a move borne of unbelievable duress, has rendered null and void the contracts of the ENTIRE Pure Class Wrestling in-ring talent! World Champion Andy D? No longer employed. Former Marshall’s Law stablemates Michael Wryght and the Flying Freebooters? Fired. In a shocking twist befitting the best M. Night Shyamalan treatment (which is still pretty bad), Marshall has opted to RETAIN two of the people responsible for the bulk of his headaches .... Eira and Murdoc! The Untouchables have re-arranged Pure Class Wrestling, some would say for the better and others for the worst, and Skylar has watched helplessly as his talent have fallen into the chaotic spiral that their influence has brought. Which brings us to tonight ...
THE ICEY AWARDS!
We go live outside the arena with the best and the brightest of the media world on hand. Spotting a celebrity amongst this crowd is like finding grass on the ground; they’re EVERYWHERE. Milling about, entering the Peace Center via the blue carpet with paparazzi snapping photos at the speed of hot damn ... however, a rather curious crowd is off to the side of the entrance. Smiles and laughs can be heard from several top names. Johnny Depp, Angelina Jolie and Al Pacino to name just a few. We get a little bit closer and what do we find?
‘That’s right, my friends! A little game from you-know-who, the red for me and the black for you. Hey-diddle-diddle, the lady in the middle ... ‘
A very cold Davis, sitting at a small folding table with Shia LeBouf standing over a set of three cards. He’s laughing and joking with a few members of his entourage, eyes still glued to the three cards being moved around the table with all the finesse you could imagine. ‘The lady is missing, my good sir. Find her, if you can.’ LeBouf points confidently to the left side and when turned over .... ?
‘That’s disappointing, my good man because you can never win when you play the Three Card Monte!’ Davis proceeds to show all gathered an Ace of Spades. Shia smiles and laughs raucously as he drops a hundred dollar bill into the small box off to the side of the table ... landing on the PILE of them already won. Davis is about to start another round with Jay Leno when suddenly, a stage tech comes into the shot and gets Davis’ attention for something. He nods and moves to his gathered audience, which has become a hefty sized group and begs off.
‘Guys, gals ... I gotta go. I KNOW! I kn-hey ... come on. I have to go host the show! Maybe we can get a friendly poker game going after the show, but for now ... ‘ Turning to you, he winks before turning back to the crowd. ‘... I got work to do. C’mon inside, watch the show, have some drinks.’ He gives a handshake to a few people, a peck on the cheek to Jolie before beginning to make his way from the center of the throng ... not before grabbing the mazooma and safely tucking the box away.
As the camera follows Davis in, he’s talking to the camera matter-of-factly.
‘Good EVENING, ladies and gentlemen. You may not know me just yet, but MY name is Davis. And when I was asked to host the Iceys, I have to tell you, I was a little bit skeptical. BUT! The bosses told me that all the charges would be dropped if I came and hosted the show. So here I am .... and here WE are!’ The camera pans over the audience in attendance. Several celebrities still filing in, the Peace Center is filling up quickly. A major point of notice, however, is the fact that NO talent is here. Not a single one.
All celebrities.
Davis looks around and notes the same thing, but continues on his merry way. ‘We got celebrities out the yin-yang here tonight, who are probably going to be a bit disappointed when they realize that there are no superstars from PCW here. Hey. Waitaminute. I hope this Marshall schmuck isn’t planning on sacrificing ME to these ... angry ... ‘ The master plan all coming together in his head, Davis’ face has gone pale white. He’s looking around, trying to find the nearest exit he can ... but all to no avail. The music has started, the lights are dimmed.
And Davis himself is bathed in a brilliant white spotlight. He’s inundated with the sound of applause as he slowly makes his way towards the stage. Hair pulled back in a tasteful ponytail, Davis smiles the biggest and most photogenic smile he can as he slowly begins to walk down the aisleway. Several celebrities who saw his work outside are on their feet applauding(suckers) as he takes the stage and the podium.
No, he doesn’t steal them.
Yet.
‘Thank you, thank you. WELCOME, my esteemed colleagues, to the Iceys Awards show!” The crowd is still breaking out with random pockets of applause, but for the most part it’s over with. ‘Thank you. Please, everyone, sit down. ...’ The crowd lets out a chuckle as he begins to start speaking, but a stagehand walks out and sets a table to the side of Davis, pretty much killing any opening momentum he may have had. 'Ladies and gentlemen, that’s Carlos. He’s an asshole.’ Carlos begins to walk off the stage, middle finger extended fully as the crowd lets out a shocked gasp, mixed with laughs.
'I gotta tell you what he just did to me, you’re going to like this. So we like practical jokes backstage, we’ve been doing them all day long with the crew because they’re cool. He burned me SO good with one before we started tonight. He’s back there freaking out about something a second ago. And I said ‘“Carlos, what is your PROBLEM?’ He spins around to face me ... and he’s got his d**k caught in the cap of a BIC pen.’ The crowd laughs but Davis cuts them off. ‘I know, but wait wait wait, the joke’s on ME here ... because he wasn’t really stuck, he had PLENTY of room!’ The crowd BURSTS out into heavy laughter, to which Davis laughs himself. ‘I know! And I was all AUUUUUUUGH. He burned me SO good.’
‘Aaaaaaanyways, we have a great show for you tonight, and we’re going to kick it off with a wrestling match! How’s that sound?! Are you ready to see a good ol'-fashioned ass-kicking?!’ The crowd roars their approval for announcement of a match opening the show. ‘Well then, let’s kick it over to ring announcer Mark Long and REALLY get this thing started!’
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALLLLLLLLLLL!
‘Apologize from the Sentinel’ by Atilla Ats plays over the speaker system in the Peace Center. The crowd cranes’ their collective necks towards the entranceway where ... there THEY stand. Eira and Murdoc BOTH at the top of the ramp. Side by side, shoulder to shoulder ... they begin to make their way to the ring. This may be the first time in wrestling history where two OPPONENTS have decided to enter the ring TOGETHER.
Mark Long: Introducing first, weighing in at 320 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 7 inches tall ... he is a two time International champion, a three time Tag team champion and multiple time Icey Award winner ... ladies and gentlemen. MURRRRRRRRRDOOOOOOOOOOOOC!
Murdoc doesn’t even bat an eye under his mask as the pair continue to stroll casually to the ring.
Mark Long: And his opponent, she stands at 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighs in at a lithe 160 pounds ... she is a former Genesis Champion, winner of the Deadly Rumble and current Number One contender for the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship .... EIIIIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Eira, much like the man at her side, fails to react to the announcement and the cheers ringing in her ears as the pair slip into the ring. Murdoc stepping in over the top rope, he waits and holds the ropes open for Eira as she moves in as well. Both standing in the center of the ring, they begin to disrobe and prepare for the match ahead.
As they finish, the referee checks both competitors for any foreign objects. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly, depending on who you ask), the official finds nothing of the sort on either competitor and asks if each are ready to start. Eira nods her head yes, while Murdoc does the same. The referee moves to the ropes to signal to the timekeeper ...
DING DING DING!
And this match is UNDERWAY!
The two fierce competitors begin to circle the ring. The anticipation is hot for this match, everyone KNOWS this is going to be a hotly contested match ... whether in or OUT of the ring. Let’s not forget the very first time these two superstars faced off against each other. A highly competitive match, these two put on a classic with Eira coming out on top with a victory over her brutal compatriot.
Murdoc stops in the center of the ring, hands high in the air. Is he ... he’s seriously requesting a test of strength? The crowd casts glances at each other, but to their shock ... Eira agrees! She moves to Murdoc in the center of the ring and extends her hands OUTwards, to which Murdoc responds by bringing his hands down. The two gingerly lock the first hand ... a bit of wrangling ... and the second hand is locked in. The two fight for supremacy, but it’s obviously Murdoc that comes out on top. Eira dropping to her knees, she shakes her head violently and begins to force her way back to her feet. She’s ... she’s powering out!
The crowd is kind of chuckling at the start of the contest, the absurdity striking them.
Murdoc fighting valiantly, the tables are turned and Murdoc is on the reeling end ... Eira having turned his hands upside down and put ALL the pressure back against Murdoc. A few agonizing seconds and Murdoc ends the contest with a knee to the gut. Eira doubled over now, Murdoc moves in and ... HEADLOCK! Murdoc wraps his huge right arm around the head and neck of Eira. He’s wrenching the hold in tightly, Eira fighting to escape. Murdoc struggling to keep the contortionist-like Eira in his grasp, Eira finally escapes with a beautiful spinning arm hold.
Murdoc reversing it quickly, Eira is just as quick and RE-reverses it. Some nice technical wrestling here. Murdoc in pain with the arm wringer, he pulls her back in to a headlock. The crowd is DEAD silent for the ... -achem- more TRADITIONAL choice of attacks from these superstars. Murdoc wrenching in the hold, Eira has had enough and slips out yet again. This time, she forces Murdoc off and into the ropes. Rebounding, Eira is one step ahead and trips Murdoc up with a drop-toe-hold.
Eira on his back now, Murdoc goes to escape but is caught by the leg and is caught in a deadly but beautiful spinning toe hold. Eira wrenching the hold in, you can hear a cough sound out in the back of the crowd. Murdoc slapping the mat, crawling towards the ropes ... he finally makes it. Eira breaking the hold almost immediately, the two stand again ... facing off. The two move in again ... collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time, it’s Eira that draws Murdoc in with a standing side headlock. Murdoc picking her up off of the ground, he literally HURLS her off of him and across the ring.
Landing on her feet, Murdoc shakes the cobwebs out and takes off after the feline-like Eira ... nimble and graceful. Eira hearing the thunderous footsteps, she steps to the side and Murdoc misses his mark of impact. Not even having the chance to turn around, Eira takes the legs out from under Murdoc with a beautiful leg sweep. Murdoc popping up to a sitting position almost instantly, she’s behind him ... REVERSE CHINLOCK!
Digging her knee into the back of Murdoc, right between the shoulderblades, she wrenches on the neck and head of her opponent. The crowd begins to boo the two superstars. Obviously not fans of the catch-as-catch-can style, Eira shakes her head at the boos and continues wrenching the hold in. Murdoc kicking and extending his legs as far as they can go, he begins to drag himself towards the ropes ... slowly but surely. However, he finds himself dead-stopped about three or four inches away and realizes he won’t be getting to the ropes.
In a flash, Murdoc grabs Eira’s wrists and literally FLIPS her over him ... landing her in a seated position in front of her. Surprise on her face, Murdoc captures her arms in full nelson position and stands to his feet. Dragging Eira along with him, he holds her there and begins shaking and flailing her body all around ... straining the muscles in her shoulders and neck. Eira’s legs kicking wildly, she manages to slip out and downwards from the hold. Landing on her backside, she rolls back and grabs Murdoc’s legs behind the knees.
A quick strike and the big man’s legs buckle for the barest of moments ... more than enough to allow Eira to pull him forward and face-first to the mat. Rolling with him, she is on top now with his legs in her grasp ... rolling through and finally coming to rest in a Boston Crab position. Leaning back and deepening the hold, the crowd’s boos and jeers are absolutely deafening. Murdoc is just about to reach the ropes when ...
'YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE! Referee, stop the match ... STOP THE MATCH!’
Skylar Marshall makes his way out to ringside and the crowd is no different in voluming booing the match OR the man. He’s walking to the ring with a purpose. Microphone in hand, he stops right at ringside and makes his way over to the timekeeper .... forcing him to ring the bell. Skylar Marshall has just cancelled this match!
Winner: Ended via stoppage
'Do you two think you’re funny? Is this some kind of big joke to you?!’ The crowd is watching with great interest and Eira and Murdoc protest. Classic wrestling at its’ finest, Marshall! Just because you don’t know the product ... 'We’re going to restart the match. And we’re going to KEEP doing it until you put EVERYTHING into it. Got that?! We’ll give these people ten matches of just YOU TWO going at it to replace the superstars that I fired. I WILL GET MY SHOW! And these people WILL GET THEIR ENTERTAINMENT! Do you hear me, Untouchables?! YOU WILL PERFORM LIKE THE CIRCUS ANIMALS YOU ARE! Now start this match again!’
The crowd lets out a prolonged oooooooooh but before the bell can ring, Murdoc and Eira are BOTH outside the ring and converging on Skylar Marshall. The pair are within a hair’s length of grabbing the President by the scruff of the neck when ... all of a sudden ...
... BLACKOUT?!
The crowd is electric at the sudden dimming of the lights. Was ... wait ... Murdoc is out in the ring area ... and HE JUST GOT BLACKED OUT! But who? WHO?!
The PCW Arena is almost completely dark for several seconds as the show continues. Suddenly, a crimson spotlight pops to life, aimed at the center of the ring. The sole person illuminated, dressed in a blood soaked Santa suit, is none other than the Lord of Misrule himself, Phineas Grimm. The P.A. system springs to life with a haunting and deliberately slow rendition of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland.” As the chimes ring, Grimm raises his head, the cordless headset of a rock star decorating his ear. In his deep baritone, he begins:
“Slay bells ring, are you listenin’?
In the ring, blood is glistenin’.
A horrible sight, no one’s happy tonight.
We’re walking in this Winter nightmare-land…”
Suddenly, the music changes as another spotlight comes to life at the top of the ramp. Grimm, surprised by the interruption spins to the intruder. The tune is the ever familiar, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.” Rick Majors, also dressed in a Santa suit begins belting out his own lyrics.
“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grimm
You truly are a heel.”
Yet another light snaps on, revealing Andy D also in a Santa suit.
“You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’ve got poison in your feels, Mr. Grimm!”
Grimm begins to get angry, but before he can react, the song changes once again to one a bit more upbeat as a soft fuscia spotlight lights up a rather scantily clad Kelli Starr in a Mrs. Clause suit straight out of Victoria’s Secret. Her outfit is highlighted by the Genesis Championship around her waist. “Marshmallow World” lightens the mood as she sings.
“It’s a marshmallow world in the winter.
When the opponents cover the ground
It’s time for play, I’m still champ to this day
I’ll still be champ all year ‘round.”
A lime green light comes to life on the opposite side of the arena, revealing Nathan Saniti in a violently colored Sanitanta suit. The music abruptly switches to a dark version of “Deck the Halls.”
“Deck the hall with all that nonsense”
Several rabbits pop their heads out of various pockets in his suit for the chorus.
“Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”
Saniti resumes his part.
“And I don’t mean to make things too tense.”
“Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”
“You have something I desire”
“Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”
“Give it up or raise my ire.”
“Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”
The spot switches to the top of the ramp, when Whitey Ford, in all his drunken glory, stands gyrating to music only he can hear, dressed in nothing more than a strategically placed nutcracker.
“COME, she told me, Pah-rum-pum-pum-pum”
He suddenly gets tackled by several refs screaming, “NO!” as the drag him off stage.
A very confused Santa suit-clad “Crazy Boy” emerges from backstage, his attention turned towards the Struggling Whitey. He shrugs his shoulders and surprises everyone with a rather stirring rendition of “O Holy Night.”
“O Holy crap!
I thought we were all fired!”
Just then, the music changes once more as Skylar Marshall steps out, his face blood red from rage at the shenanigans. He raises his microphone only to find that he’s even managed to piss off the sound crew. His voice sounds like a chipmunk. Obliviously, he sings.
“Christmas, Christmas time was near
Why the hell are you all here?
I thought that I had fired your ass
Leave this place and leave it fast.”
Cory Steel springs out of the crowd wearing an elf suit. As he joins the final song, his voice sounds perfectly normal.
“We just want to be in the loop
A low that even you can’t stoop.”
Tyler Scott leaps over the barricade, joining Steel, dressed in a Santa suit.
“We bought tickets with our dough
So just get on with the show.”
Justin “Stormm” Michaels emerges from the crowd in his own Santa suit and joins Tyler and Cory.
“You may keep us from the ring,
But you can’t stop us if we sing.”
The Freebooters join the gathering crowd of stars. Yep. They’re wearing Santa gear too. As they sing, each of the fired wrestlers become part of the mob.
“We shouldn’t make a smartass crack,” sings Wasp.
Tide chimes in, “Perhaps you should just watch your back.”
Skylar turns around only to see the Untouchables standing directly behind him now. He’s within their grasp. The crowd cheers wildly as he scurries out of arm’s reach and down the ramp into the waiting throng of now unemployed wrestlers. Skylar, now surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered begins sweating bullets. Backing away in any direction he can, he finally just crumples to the floor as ...
“Cold as Ice” by M.O.P. hits the speakers. The crowd absolutely erupts at this, but could it mean .... ? YES! There he is, standing tall on the stage with three people in tow. ‘Big’ Dave Brandt, former head of Pure Class security along with an unidentified female and male companion. He looks IMPECCABLE in a dark blue three-piece suit, black shirt underneath. The mob in front of the stage stops ... now under the full heavy gaze of the BOSS. He beckons for the angry mob of superstars to part so he can get a good look at Skylar Marshall.
The crowd’s cheers don’t die for several minutes before Malave has had enough and asks them to quieten down.
‘Skylar. I just have to ask you: what in the blue hell are you THINKING?’ Marshall looks at the mob backed off and stands slowly, straightening out his suit and tie as he does so. ‘You fired every single superstar before the biggest awards show of the year? Skylar, that’s NOT good for business. Look at all these celebrities. Do you know how many people are watching at home? And to try and cheat them out of seeing their favorite superstars get the respect they DESERVE?’ The crowd explodes at the mention of the PCW superstars, the people and achievements that this night is meant to honor above all else.
‘So since I’ve been gone, a lot’s happened I see. I wasn’t completely in the dark about it, though. Murdoc ... Eira ... MONROE. I have to give the Devil his due, you three saved me a lot of trouble. As busy as I have been cleaning up your little indiscretion a few months back, Murdoc ...’ The crowd seems to remember the smell of boiled turtle. '... I haven’t had the chance to keep an eye on my own company as closely as I should have been. That’s right, Skylar ... Pure Class Wrestling is MY COMPANY. These are MY superstars. I HIRED THEM. -I- gave Murdoc his contract back. -I- hired these superstars back, and because of YOU ... I had some headaches to go along with it all. I don’t like headaches, Skylar.’
‘You said last week that The Untouchables were a virus, an infection that spread throughout your company. Skylar, the company was ALREADY infected by you! They were the ANTIVIRUS. The catalyst to spur my talent into seeing what you had been doing behind the scenes. Playing favorites. Running amok. But I’m done playing doctor, Skylar. I’m not a doctor. I don’t put bandaids on little boo-boos and give out lollipops. Read my lips, Skylar Marshall:’
The crowd waits for it.
With bated breath and thick tension.
‘YOU’RE FIRED.’
The crowd lets out what would be likened to massive orgasmic release. Cheers ring out, the roof nearly blowing off of the top of the building. You can hear it all the way down into downtown Greenville. Marshall is absolutely flabbergasted. Bottom lip quivering, he begins to approach the stage ... but there are the Untouchables. Eira and Murdoc, barring his way from getting anywhere NEAR the stage. Behind them are the huddled and angry masses of Pure Class talent. Skylar stops dead in his tracks and watches as a fireball erupts in Murdoc’s hand ... just waiting to kiss Marshall’s unwilling flesh. Marshall has seen enough and begins to back up ... slowly ... towards the exit. Murdoc and Eira close in faster than he can back away and, within minutes, Murdoc has Marshall by his stupid, stupid ponytail and is dragging him to the door.
The crowd cheers as Luis Malave takes to the microphone again. ‘Well, now that THAT’s done with: who’s ready for the greatest damn awards show this business has to offer?!’ It’s thunderous inside the Peace Center as Luis beams that million-dollar smile he’s known for. ‘Oh ... I almost forgot. VERY important, here. SKYLAR’S REPLACEMENT.’ He motions to the heretofore unidentified lady and gentleman standing to his side. ‘Allow me to introduce Mr. Patrick Gregory Brooks and Ms. Isabella Alexis. They will be handling ALL the business and have my FULL blessing to keep things running smoothly around here.’
The crowd doesn’t know whether to clap or what, but settle on a more subdued reaction. Only time will tell how the new appointees should be treated. ‘Now. If you’ll all excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish ... some chick’n strips to eat ... and some Polar Ice to drink while I watch the show.’ Product placement FTW. The Icemann nods and bows alongside the new faces of his management team and exits the stage to a riotous round of applause as we go to ...
... DAVIS.
Somewhere backstage, Davis is standing by with Kate Upton. He’s got an empty beer bottle in his hand and what appears to be a piece of napkin balled up. ‘Now I tell you what. I’ll make a bet with you that you can’t blow THIS piece of napkin ... into THIS bottle. That’s all you have to do. If you can, I’ll give you 100 dollars. But if you CAN’T ... well ... I won’t take your money. That seems mean. But I should get something. Hmmm ... I’ll think of something. Go ahead, give it a shot.’
The lovely Kate Upton takes the bottle and the wadded up scrap and places it on the edge of the mouth of the bottle, puckers those beautiful lips ... and blows. And blows. And blows again. All to no avail. Davis smiles to the camera but looks back to Kate with a bit of a disappointed look. ‘Huh. I could’ve sworn you’d be able to do it. Here, let me try. What would you think, if I could do it? I got it! If -I- can do it ... you’ll give me a kiss. Simple. I’m not going to take your money, that’s not fair. But a kiss. Does that sound like it’d be a good bet?’
She looks at the people gathered about and shrugs to them before turning back with a wide toothy grin and a nod. Davis smiles and takes the bottle to his lips ... and grabs a small straw from the table nearby and uses the straw to blow the napkin into the bottle. Kate laughs and, in the spirit of entertainment, plants a big kiss on Davis. Davis looks quite pleased with himself as he turns to the camera.
‘Now THAT’S what I call a RETURN on an investement.’ He chuckles and gives a reciprocated hug to Kate and turns back to the camera. ‘Speaking of returns, it’s about time to start the show in full force, what better way to kick things off with ... the award for best return or debut? Let’s go to the stage!’
Biggest Debut or Return
Past winners include: Landon Divine; Johnny Vivacious; Silence; Justin Michaels & Johnny Vivacious; High Tide; AWAssholes; Ace Anderson; Non Compos Mentis
Presenter(s): Lorde and Britney Spears
We’re treated to Britney Spears and Lorde on the main stage to present our first award of the evening. All the PCW superstars have arrived, and in memorable fashion no less, just in the nick of time. Both presenters are impeccably attired as Lorde takes the opportunity to thank the PCW management for inviting her to attend. She notes her meteoric rise from a no-name New Zealand native into a global sweetheart with her hit ‘Royals’. Britney responds with HER excitement over the evening’s already HUGE happenings, also plugging her new residency at Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino in Las Vegas and the title ‘Comeback Queen’ after her new album dropped.
A bit more banter and the winner is revealed ...
... THE UNTOUCHABLES!!
Eira and Murdoc nowhere to be seen after dealing with the little issue of escorting Skylar Marshall from the building, we get Britney and Lorde smiling wide as Isabella Alexis comes out. Right hand woman to the new President of PCW, she accepts the award on behalf of the Untouchables ... boasting on how their return to the company was a HUGE shot in the arm for everyone involved and that 2013 wouldn’t have been as exciting without them. She smiles, raises the award in congratulations and makes her way from the stage as the next award is prepared.
Winner: The Untouchables (Eira, MONROE and Murdoc) with 56% of the vote
Most Inspirational Award
Past Winners: Benjamin Banks; Lantlas; Grimm; Nacho Grande; Andy D(x2); Ace Anderson
Presenter: Daniel Rodriguez
We’re back to the stage with the presenter of the next award of the evening, University of Clemson football player Daniel Rodriguez. He recounts students at his school coming up to him after a paticularly memorable game against Citadel, telling him how amazing he was to the majority of them ... his lengthy deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq ... the struggles it meant to get to where he is today. So it’s an honor to be here tonight, to be invited to present the Most Inspirational Award to the member of Pure Class Wrestling most deserving of it ...
... ‘Are You Not Entertained’ by Dot Rotten plays over the loudspeakers and Andy D is the winner! He’s on his way to the stage, with Jackle and Menace ... the 2Guys ... left in their seats beside him, clapping and waving maniacally. As he shakes hands with Daniel Rodriguez, Andy takes to the podium and begins his acceptance speech. Thanking 2Guys ... thanking the Icemann ... but most importantly, the fans. With the fans help, he was able to make a real name for himself in Pure Class Wrestling and that with their support ... he will walk INTO and OUT OF Hostile Takeover with the World Championship held high. The crowd roars its’ approval as Andy accepts the award and raises it, along with the World Championship into the air as we go to commercial.
Winner: Andy D with 38% of the vote
