Trauma 204 Results: The Iceys!

[Rick Majors]

PCW Trauma 204
Thursday December 29th, 2016

From the sold-out Peace Center in Greenville, South Carolina

The camera pans across the crowd at the sold out Peace Center where fans, wrestlers and celebrities seat, awaiting the Icey Awards. A shot of outside is shown where hundreds of fans surround the blue carpet, hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite stars.

Inside, Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson, wearing their finest dress suits, sit in a booth high above the Peace Center.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma 204! Tonight is the Icey Awards!

Ace Anderson: It's going to be an incredible night! Not only do we have Iceys to hand out tonight, but the North American title is on the line in a No Holds Barred, No Disqualification, Last Person Standing Match!

Jerry Andrews: That's going to be a brutal one, folks.

The award show's announcer is now heard over the arena loudspeakers.

Announcer: Welcome to the Icey Awards. Our first award tonight is for "Most Hated." To present the award: The Year 2016!

A montage of the horror that was 2016 airs. War, natural disasters, terrorist attacks, the US election, celebrity deaths and then..... this year's winner:

SEROMINE!

Ace Anderson: It's good to be done with 2016 forever. If there's anything that can be called "Most Hated" it's 2016.

Jerry Andrews: A big win here for Seromine though. Now, I'm not sure if he's in attendance here tonight but...

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. When they come back on Seromine's Followers are standing on the stage, lit only by an eerie red light. They surround the podium and then suddenly the lights go out again. When they come back on, the Icey is gone.

Ace Anderson: Well... that was disturbing.

Jerry Andrews: Par for the course for Seromine.

Announcer: To present the award for "Breakout Star" is PCW Reporter Shane Dodge!

Shane Dodge walks up onto the stage.

Shane Dodge: As PCW's top investigative reporter, I'm always looking for a scoop. That's why I have my finger on the pulse of this company, to catch a glimpse of the next big thing and bring it to you guys before anyone else can. With that in mind, the winner of the "Breakout Star" Icey is...

RICK MAJORS!

Majors steps up to the mic and smiles.

Rick Majors: Thank you very much for this award. It's honestly been a pretty great six months for me professionally, which is weird, so it's nice to be recognized.

Majors raises his Icey and nods to the crowd.

Rick Majors: Thank you once again. Have a great night.

Suddenly, the scene switches. A voice moved over the face of the deep. A voice like that of the Ohio River cutting through sandstone. A voice from the days when Hangtown was nothing more than a camp on a Dark and Bloody Ground.

“Oh, Danny Boy…”

A conspiracy of ravens flocked to a field one cold frosty morning. They picked over the grains and the stray kernels left behind from the fall. The birds croaked at one another, a fluttering darkness across a field littered with turmoil. Some hopped atop a single bale of hay left behind, taking care not to disturb the scythe propped on it. A scythe well-loved, well-tended, but ill-used.

A silhouette stretched long by the midwinter sun reached across the fallow ground. Boots crunched through the fodder and a pair of gloved hands took up the scythe. Fingers gripped the handle tight in spots worn smooth from use. These were hands well versed in the Harvest.

And again, the voice spoke from out of a place without form and void.

“…the pipes are calling.”

A rap comes to Alexa Black's door. She flings the door wide with an irate look on her face.

Alexa Black: WHAT DO YOU...

She peers down to see a small table with a note card with a stylized caricature of Nathan Saniti sitting in the corner, sipping a cup of tea. Across the top, written in a calligraphic script are the words, "You're Invited." As she ducks back into her locker room, the Shaws look on in curiosity. She begins to read the rest of the scrawling on the paper aloud.

Alexa Black: "Miss Black. When you are prepared for our showdown, simply put a drop of your blood on this note and walk through the mirror I've placed in the center of the ring. I shall be within the world, awaiting you for our battle. P.S. Only you shall be able to commit to this spell. I shall leave the Harvesters behind to keep this contest fair."

Alexander and Frederick Shaw look at each other and then Alexa.

Alexander Shaw: Do you this it is wise? It could be a trap.

Alexa Black: Nathan is a lot of things, but one thing I know about him is that if he says he'll keep it fair, then he will.

Frederick Shaw: Where is he taking you?

Alexa Black: I'm not sure. What I do know is that it won't matter. I will end the magician's life and come back to PCW as the North American champion again.

Trauma returns to the arena with a pre-taped video package from the presenter of the "Most Loved" Icey:

President-Elect Donald Trump: "Everyone loves me. Everywhere I go, people always tell me how much they love me and how they love the tremendous structures I've built all around the world. I know love. I have the best love. Women love me. Even men love me, but, believe me, I don't love men! No, I love beautiful women. And they love me and my YUGE YUUUUGE hands. So, that's why I'm here to present the award for 'Most Loved.' And this person won it bigly. The winner is:

LANTLAS!

"Unfortunately, Lantlas couldn't be here to accept this award. Sad. I will accept it on his behalf. You love me! I'm love! Make PCW Great Again!"

Announcer: Now, to present the award for Best Singles Star: BUCK BROCHAMP!

Totally jacked and not on steroids Buck Brochamp walks up on stage. He flexes and smiles and flexes and smiles and flexes before speaking.

Buck Brochamp: You know, brah, I don't get why they're not giving me this award, because I'm totally jacked, but whatever. The winner is a tie:

SEROMINE & DAN FIERCE!

Jerry Andrews: Now, as we know, Seromine isn't here to accept this award and I'm not sure...

The synthesized guitar thrumming of Adam Lambert's "Shady" pulse over the speakers. The entire arena is split into six colored sections of

Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
and Purple

Each section switches colors in order with each pulse of the music. As the lyrics kick in, a group of a half dozen glistening, muscle-bound men of all shapes and colors, dressed in black leather pants, and fuchsia boots dance out from the back, looking like a PCW version of Magic Mike.

Baby, I’m on the hunt
Baby, I got my target on you
Trouble, that’s what I want
And I’m gonna do
Just what I have to
Get your ass down to the front
Go on and roll it out, I dare you
Sorry I’m kinda drunk
But did you just say your game was brand new

They prance and stroll their way down to the ramp, circling the ring, and then, one by one, stopping to line the catwalk from the back to the ring in a staggered pattern. They continue to dance and gyrate in place as the song continues.

No, I ain’t broken, but I need a fix
That satisfaction when I, I get my kicks
I’m up all night, I’m outta sight
Don’t turn on the light
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately
Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
Where freaks like us can meet

Confetti cannons at each corner of the ring and in front of the entrance explode into life. Out comes Dan Fierce! The audience gets to their feet, cheering wildly! The World Championship is strapped proudly around his waist as he saunters down the ramp.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it way up, don’t stop the beat

Dan Fierce makes his way down to the ring, keeping rhythm to the music whilst taking time to appreciate the fans, and of course, the buff dancers parading him to the ring.

Come on and turn me, turn me out
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately

Dan smiles broadly at the appreciative audience, blowing kisses and generally returning their love. Dan finally enters the ring, getting the crowd behind him on all sides.

I throw more shade than a cloudy day
The brakes don’t work, I’m just a runaway train
Somebody come and help me out,
All I wanna be is free
I was tryin’ to get down, now I can’t get out
I’m shady lately

He unbuckles the World title and strikes one final pose, holding it high in the center of the ring as the confetti cannons fire one more time, showering the ring with glitter and colorful paper.

Shady lately!

He lets the commotion die down a bit, getting teary eyed as he soak it all in. He continues to wave and blow kisses to the fans as a tech hands him a microphone.

Dan Fierce: Wow! I mean, wow! What an ovation! Thank you all so much!

He pauses to allow the audience to cheer a bit more, still choking back the emotions.

Dan Fierce: When I came to PCW almost a year ago, I really and truly intended to stay in the backstage portion and fulfill my duties as Public Relations and just enjoy the occasional spotlight match. I admit I have been lax in those duties. I can't help it. I'm an addict.

The audience grows hushed to see where this is heading.

Dan Fierce: I'm addicted to the ring, and it was all of you, the PCW Faithful, that encouraged me to give it just. One. More. Go.

Dan pauses, his trademark grin nearly splitting his face in half.

Dan Fierce: You're such pushers. I love each and every one of you. I tried my luck at the Manifest Destiny tournament. I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, but you all stood by my side and told me not to give up. I won the Icemann Invitational tournament, which was no easy feat, honies. Let momma tell ya. There were all kinds of people trying to cut in line for the shot that I had earned; Justin Kaard...

The audience cheers wildly at the dropping of the fan favorite's name.

Dan Fierce: And, of course, Murdoc.

The mention of this name sparks wall shaking jeers, but Dan holds up a hand to quiet them.

Dan Fierce: Then I did something most people thought was stupid; I let Kaard have his chance whilst I took on Murdoc for my spot. And I lost. Again, you fans swooped in and kept my head in the game.

The peanut gallery shows another wave of affection to the Fabulous One.

Dan Fierce: Enter Rick Majors; a man who bested me at the Deadly Rumble. Proving he was every bit the legend he is reputed to be, despite what he might think about himself, he offered me the same chance I took against Murdoc when he and I clashed the first time. He offered up his number one contendership.

Dan pauses again in reflection.

Dan Fierce: I'm not going to lie. I'd have been a fool to pass up the opportunity. This time, I locked it in and kept it. In the same span of time, Murdoc had managed to gain his first PCW World Championship. It was kismet. Like it was meant to be he and I for this right here.

Dan pats the title proudly.

Dan Fierce: Now, I'm not here to gloat. I'm here to give thanks. I'll start with Murdoc. Thank you for giving me the fight of my life. When I left at Collision Course, I knew I had earned every bit of the blood, sweat, and tears that lead up to this moment right here. I had my doubts, but I kept it hidden until I reflected on it a bit more. I look forward to us meeting again, but I certainly hope it's not too soon. This bitch is still hurting.

The Faithful laugh at the revelation and honesty.

Dan Fierce: I want to thank Rick Majors. I wouldn't have had this opportunity if you were a more selfish man. I extend my hand to you as a friend. If you ever have your doubts like I did, let me know. I'll see if we can arrange another match so you get the chance you rightfully deserve.

Again, Dan pauses thoughtfully.

Dan Fierce: Most importantly, I want to thank all of you. The fans and those backstage who drove me to keep going. Without your encouragement, I would have probably gone back to the shadows and contented myself with interviews and gossip columns. This may be my very first World Championship, but I don't have it just because of me; I have it because of all of you. This isn't MY belt. It's OUR belt. I hold it for Murdoc. I hold it for Rick Majors. And sweeties, I damned sure hold it for every fan out there.

The crowd shakes the rafters with cheers!

Dan Fierce: The road to the future isn't going be an easy one. I'm facing Grimm right out of the box at Mass Destruction. It's no secret that there is now a target on my back. Whether I keep this thing one month, or hold it for longer than Grimm's brother Sadistic did, I am content to know that I do have what it takes to be at the top. This belt proves that. I won't back down from any challenge. I owe the fans that much. There's still some fight left in this shady bitch, and as long as I have the gold, I'll invite them all to give it a shot. Mama ain't here to play anymore. I'm here to build the legacy you all have encouraged me to earn. Thank you! Thank all of you!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we don't have a presenter for "Most Heated Rivalry" nor will anyone come out here to accept it, and that's because the winner of this award is our main event tonight:

NATHAN/N.SANITI VS ALEXA BLACK

Ace Anderson: So.... let's get to that right now.

Jerry Andrews: I'm scared.

N. Saniti, Kelli Starr, Rasputin, and Naomi Saniti are gathered in a locker room, standing before a rather ornately carved full length free standing mirror, preparing N. Saniti to enter his match. N. Saniti still looks still around the neck and shoulders as the others try to encourage him. Suddenly, a rap comes to their door. They look at each other as if no one was expecting a visitor. After the group invites the visitor in, the cameras see the PCW President walk in. They all look bewildered as to why he is here.

Showtime: You wanted to see me?

Showtime looks at the gathered bunch with furrowed brow.

Showtime: Okay. What's going on here?

N. Saniti: I'm simply preparing for my match. As far as I'm aware, none of us requested your presence.

???: I'm the one who asked you here, Mr. Wright.

The collective group spin to the mirror as Nathan Saniti steps through. The look of shock on Wright's face is quickly overcome with a bit of anger.

Showtime: Nathan Saniti? And N. Saniti in the same room? Would someone care to explain to me what's going on?

Nathan Saniti: I owe you and the entire PCW the truth, even as difficult as it may be for you and the Faithful to grasp. To cut right to the chase, N. Saniti is my twin brother. His name is Neville. Up until the moment I gave myself in to Miss Starr's love, he had been an unborn twin with no body of his own. Throughout my existence, I had been a living being with two souls, and I had used my dear brother as a tool whenever the need for...

Neville Saniti: ...Controlled aggression?

Nathan Saniti: Indeed. Controlled aggression was called for against Miss Black. Or so I believed.

Showtime takes in what he's being told, a mixture of anger and confusion.

Showtime: We'll discuss this later. Right now, one of you needs to get ready for this match.

Nathan Saniti: Don't fault my brother, Mr. President. I will be the one to put an end to this nonsense with Miss Alexa Black.

Neville and Kelli look at Nathan with concern.

Neville Saniti: Are you sure, brother?

Nathan nods before turning to his beloved. Kelli shrinks back a bit, unsure of his touch, but Nathan cups her chin and looks her in the eye.

Nathan Saniti: I owe you the longest discussion of this matter, my dear. Suffice it to say that Neville isn't the one of us with the worst temper.

Kelli Starr: What do you mean?

Neville Saniti: Kelli, I'm the one who knows how to control his temper.

Nathan Saniti takes a deep breath.

Nathan Saniti: As my brother suggested, my dearest. He is the controlled aggression.

Without warning, Nathan appearance changes completely. His white complexion turns grayish in hue. His uncontrollable ginger locks straightens out and lengthen, changing to a grey-blonde. His yellow-green eyes whiten until all that is visible are the pupils. His patchwork overcoat and top hat morph into something nightmarish in appearance. When he speaks, his voice is gravelly and hoarse.

Nathan Saniti: The time for control is past. This war between she and I ends now. Should I not survive this encounter, locate Miss Black's "Red Dragon" and destroy it before she can use it for its intended purpose; to bring about Armageddon.

Nathan removes a slip of paper and bites into his thumb, drawing a trickle of blood. He drips his essence on the paper and steps halfway into the mirror. He turns his garish face to his shocked lover, sadness in his eyes.

Nathan Saniti: I shall never use my brother as a weapon in battle again. I may have already lost your love, my dear, but you deserve to know exactly who it is I am.

Nathan reaches for Kelli one last time, but this time, she withdraws from his grasp. His heart sinks prior to steeling himself as he turned to finish his journey to the battlefield.

No Holds Barred, No Disqualification, Last Person Standing Match
PCW North American Championship
Alexa Black (North American ©) vs Nathan Saniti
Referee: Charles Lim

Nathan appears in a ring set in a dark, desolate, unpopulated place. Dark smoke-like clouds swirl menacingly in the skies, lightning flashes periodically, shadowing the craggy rocks jutting from the ground all around the ring in this makeshift battleground. He plants his cane directly in front of him, staring across the ring as he awaits his opponent.

The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Ave Satani," by Gregorian, roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is her
manager Alexander Shaw and on her right her huge bodyguard Frederick Shaw . She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh.

As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care.

The music fades out as Alexa looks at the mirror placed in the center of the ring of the PCW Arena. She circles the mirror suspiciously. As she returns to the reflective side, she looks at the invitation she received. She produces a knife, slicing her thumb with a quick motion. She drizzles her blood onto the paper, causing the mirror to ripple like a puddle.

She looks at the audience with a sneer as the cameraman swings to look over her shoulder. The mirror no longer shows her reflection, but the image of the grizzly looking Nathan Saniti glowering back at her, his cane in front of him. Wordlessly, he beckons her to enter the mirror. As she does, the camera follows her, sans the befuddled operator.

Charles Lim attempts to enter the mirror as well, but he's unable to walk into the match. With a glassy, fragmented voice, Nathan speaks aloud to the arena.

Nathan Saniti: Mr. Lim, you shall have to officiate from that vantage point. This contest shall be far too bloody and dangerous for mortals. Please watch from the safety of the arena on the PCW-tron.

As Nathan says that, the mirror dissolves into a wisp of smoke. Virtual three dimensional images appear within the squared circle. Lim waves his hand through Saniti as Alexa squares off across from her nemesis. He looks up to see that a projector is "broadcasting" the match from high above.

In the craggy, black world, Nathan Stands opposite Alexa Black, unimpressed by her posturing. She paces, glaring daggers at her foe, despite his changed appearance. She grimaces her hatred for the man at the other end of the ring. Finally, Nathan raises his cane, planting it down firmly.

Nathan Saniti: ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE! SHOW THE WORLD WHO YOU TRULY ARE, CREATURE! I know you've read the Red Dragon. Only the Generals of Hell have access to that tome. Show us your true nature.

Alexa stops her meandering, her gaze drops to the mat, but her rictus grin widens. Black flames begin to engulf her as she lifts her head to the roiling heavens, letting out a primal scream. Once the dark conflagration dies off, Alexa is covered with black, scaly armor. Bony spikes protrude from her arms, legs, head, and shoulders. On her chest plate is a red dragon emblazoned in dripping blood. Her complexion is a darker gray than Nathan's own. Hey eyes glow red with the fury inside her black soul.

Nathan sneers, nodding as if it was exactly what he expected to see. He signals Lim to begin the match. The bell tones like a church bell rather than the usual ringing. Nathan tosses his cane aside as they circle each other like two predators looking for the soft underbelly of their enemy. Both competitors let out a primal scream as they charge in, locking up. (3000)

They jockey for position, but Black soon overpowers Saniti, shoving him to the ropes. He hangs on to prevent the rebound, barely missing a swiping left hook from his opponent. Before he can react, Black backs off and thrusts her fists forward, sending a ball of blue flame straight into Saniti's chest, knocking him out of the ring.

Alexa throws her head back, chortling sadistically as Nathan shakes off the cobwebs from the blow. Without breaking his gaze, Nathan retrieves his cane and climbs back into the ring. He brings the pole down with a thunderous boom, knocking Alexa back. As the concussion reaches the ropes, the coverings shred, revealing razor wire! The pads on the corners have become blocks of explosives, threatening to detonate upon impact. Satisfied, he tosses away his cane once more, drilling a stare deep into Alexa's soul.

Black absorbs the change in landscape with sadistic glee, her smile nearly unhinging her face. Soon, the two circle each other once more, tying up in the center. This time, Saniti gets the leverage ne needs to shove her back and away from him. The Black Widow manages to apply the brakes before she hits the corner chest first, her hands oozing a thick, black blood as she grasps the wire.

Black slowly turns around just in time to fall victim to a drop kick that causes her to impact the top corner, setting it off. She yowls in agony, a charred black area in between her shoulder blades smoking from the incendiary device. She falls to all fours as Nathan rebounds off of the second rope with a lionsault into a knee drop across the back of Black's head. Saniti jumps to his feet, raising his cane above his head with both arms and dropping it across Alexa's neck. He threads the cane underneath his foe, grapevining his legs around the pole and hooking them behind her back. Arching his back, he grasps her feet to remove any hope of leveraging herself out of the chokehold.

Black struggles to breathe as Saniti applies the pressure. Alexa manages to free her feet and get them under her so she can stand. She pulls herself upright, taking an inverted Saniti with her. Suddenly, she drops to a seated position, bending Nathan's neck at an uncomfortable angle. The crowd back in Greenville let out a collective gasp as the Madcap Magician goes limp, his legs sliding loose like cooked noodles.

Alexa shouts out victoriously as she slowly stalks the barely moving Saniti. She sees his cane, collects it from the mat, and proceeds to return the beating her nemesis gave her in spades. Blow after blow rain down upon the Mystical Madman. She likewise pulls Nathan up by his neck with the cane, dropping back down in a crossed arm neck breaker that nearly collapses his windpipe. Unrelenting, she yanks him from the mat and pulls him in for a belly to belly suplex.

Nathan barely has the wherewithal to catch himself before his neck falls upon the razor wire, his hands paying the price that could have been his throat. Black scrambles to her feet, smashing a right hook into Nathan's temple that puts him against the wires. Black pushes up on his chin, forcing his back over the wire. The Angry Amazon holds her foe in place with a forearm, doing her best to wiggle him back and forth for added damage. Saniti yelps as the razors try to shred his back like a block of cheese.

Black peels him from the ropes, whipping him across the ring and into a corner. The detonation drives Nathan right back into Black's bear hug grip for a release belly to back suplex. The charred Saniti struggles to all fours as Black lay in wait, begging him to stand. Nathan begins to get his feet under him, but he continues to fall at each attempt. Back at the PCW arena, the ref begins to count.

1!

2!

Saniti kneels, but the ring spins in place, toppling him once more.

3!

4!

He pushes himself up to kneeling again. This time, Black charges in with a Face breaker kick. Nathan manages to side step it, causing Black to get her leg caught on the second rope.

5!

6!

Saniti uses the opportunity to finally get his legs under him. He cracks his neck with a wince of pain, trying to shake off the effects. Alexa tries to free her leg from the wire, attempting to tear flesh and cloth alike to regain freedom of movement. Nathan walks over to his enemy, planting a boot atop her thigh and grinding it down on the wire. Black screeches, swatting at him, but Saniti drapes her arm and head over the top rope and pulls down with all of his weight.

The Angry Amazon struggles, managing to free her arm and bury the elbow, along with one of her thorns, deep in Nathan's gut to release the hold. Saniti steps back, thrusting his hands high in the air. With a flash, lightning strikes each corner post, setting off the remaining charges and electrifying the wires. The jolt coupled with the blast frees Alexa, minus a good chunk from her left leg. Nathan smacks the sides of his head, his ears ringing from the explosions, but he clears himself enough to pull Black to her feet and hit with an Unreality Check. Out of habit, he drops for a count that never comes, before realizing his mistake. Back in the audience of the Faithful, the zebra begins to count Alexa down.

1!

2!

3!

Saniti rolls out of the ring, pulling a steel chair from under the ring. He slides back in with the furniture, opening it up to reveal that it has thumbtacks attached to the seat like a bed of nails.

4!

5!

6!

An impatient Nathan gathers his victim, leading her over to the chair. He punches her square in the gut, doubling her over. He leaps up into the air, attempting a spinning leg drop across her neck, but the wily woman escapes his clutches in time for Saniti to bring his own leg down on the chair.

He howls out, clutching his leg. Alexa snaps the chair shut on the magician's newfound injuries, stomping on its frame to drive more damage home. She rushes out for a head of steam and tries for a senton on the chair with the ensnared limb, but Saniti pulls it away in time. The Madcap Magician frees his leg, hobbling to his feet with the altered furniture in hand. As Alexa looks on in horror, he charges with the chair across his arm like a shield, clothes lining her to the mat in a bloody-faced heap.

Nathan unfolds the chair, driving it down into the mat with such force that each leg goes through the mat, pinning her to the mat. He quickly strolls over to his hat, but instead of driving them through his foe, he places them in seven points around her. He reaches into his tattered coat pocket, producing what looks to be a baseball sized translucent acorn. Standing directly above Black, he shots out the phrase, "Virtue shall always overcome the deadliest of sins! BEGONE WRATH!"

Lightning strikes the large seed, streaming out to each of the seven pins and through Alexa. She writhes in absolute agony as black ooze seeps from her every pore and up into the seed. Finally, the last of the muck is sucked into the seed. Alexa's eyes loll back as she falls helplessly to the mat, drained of her fight.

Back at the PCW Arena, Lim makes the ten count, calling for the end of the match. As the bell tolls, a flash of blinding light, and a crash of thunder, and then... Pitch black. Slowly, the lights come to full, with Saniti standing victorious over Black, who is still pinned under the chair. His appearance has returned to what qualifies as normal for the surreal scrapper, as has Alexa's.

Your Winner and NEW North American Champion, Nathan Saniti!

Full Icey Award Winners will be available on PCWestling.org shortly.