Trauma 273 Results: The 2020 Summer Icey Awards Show

[PCW Staff]

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Trauma 273: The 2020 Summer Icey Awards

Friday June 19th, 2018

The show opens with a shot of the sold out PCW Arena, where everyone is on their feet screaming.

Jerry Andrews: Hello everyone, I'm Jerry Andrews, Happy Juneteenth and welcome to a very special night on the PCW calendar! Welcome to the Icey Awards!

Ace Anderson: I’m Ace Anderson and we are LIVE in the PCW Arena for tonight’s show!

Jerry Anderson: I can't wait! Let's get to tonight's first award.

Pure Class Wrestling Trauma Friday April 24th, 2020 Sasha Greene: The following match is the LAST CHANCE BATTLE ROYAL! The faithful erupt. Sasha Greene: In order to be eliminated, individuals must go over the top with both feet touching the floor. The winner of the match will move on to the semifinals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament! Sasha takes her leave, but just before the bell sounds... “Tell 'em take an I.O.U.” The deep base hits first, washing over the arena before the rest of the song kicks in. MONROE is shown on the screen, flanked by three individuals on either side all clad in blank three piece suits with skinny ties. Their only identifiers being that of skeletal masks upon their shoulders, each with a certain level of subtle personal detail added to them. The group, collectively known as MURDER, slowly begin to walk forward. Giving him a wide birth, he's clad in a large black fur coat, with a long tail trailing behind. The group of uniformed individuals are first through the curtain, signaling MONROE's arrival to the PCW audience. Before he enters the stage a bit of fog begins to cover the ground, after a moment or two, at intervals of three seconds, pillars of flames erupt from either side of the stage, similar to the MURDER grouping, three on each side and one of the members standing behind these displays. It is then that MONROE walks on to the stage. He takes a moment to bounce in place, rolling his wrist on either side of his body before extending his arms and stretching them across his chest. After a moment of two of pacing, he begins to descend the ramp. "Levitating off the blacktop." MURDER remains flanked on either side of MONROE as he makes his way to the ring. He doesn't interact with crowd nor does he seem too intent of creating anymore pomp and circumstance than already present. Stopping at the end of the ramp, MURDER is quick to converge upon MONROE, slowly lifting the fur coat away from his figure and allowing him the freedom of moment to climb the stairs and walk the apron. He does a slow march on the apron, navigating around three lengths before entering beneath the top rope opposite of the entry ramp. Sasha Greene: "Standing six feet two inches and weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-two pounds, he is The Promised End, MONROE!" Jerry Andrews: WOW! This is quite the shock and surprise! Ace Anderson: This is unbelievable!

Winner, Biggest Return or Debut: MONROE

Jerry Andrews: I was incredibly shocked to see MONROE back in a PCW ring!

Ace Anderson: While, unfortunately, he’s currently out with an injury, that doesn’t take anything away from that big return!

Jerry Andrews: I can’t wait to see him back in the ring again soon! We'll be right back, folks, with more awards!

Trauma returns with another video package celebrating an award winner:

Pure Class Wrestling Presents Trauma 264: 9th Anniversary Show Friday January 17th, 2020 PCW Underground Championship Last Man Standing Match Holden Ross (PCW Underground 👑) vs Rick Majors Referee: Eric Russo Majors reaches under the ring and he produces another table. He sets it up just as Holden Ross approaches him. Majors slams him face-first into the table. He then sets him up on top of the table! Majors then returns to the ring as the crowd rises to their feet. Jerry Andrews: Oh my God no! Ace Anderson: Majors is climbing the ladder! Rick Majors leaps off the ladder with a flying elbow! It connects and both him and Ross go crashing through the table!  1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. 5…. 6…. 7…. 8…. Rick Majors is on his feet! 9… 1….Holden Ross just barely beats the count! Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?  Ace Anderson: The referee is saying that Holden Ross beat the count! Holden staggers and falls backwards. Majors slowly approaches him. Ross slugs him in the face. Ross then picks up a chair and drives it into Majors’ stomach. He then drops he chair and then sets Majors up… Jerry Andrews: No! No! This could kill Rick! Holden Ross sets Majors up for Sins of the Father onto the chair…. but Majors breaks free before Ross can hit the move! Ross turns around and he’s kicked in the stomach! Ace Anderson: Major Impact onto the chair!!! 1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. 5…. 6…. Majors slowly pulls himself up 7…. 8….. 9…. Holden Ross is up as well! Jerry Andrews: NOTHING IS GOING TO KEEP THIS BASTARD DOWN!!! Majors has another chair and he drives it into Ross’ stomach. He then drops the chair…. Ace Anderson: ANOTHER Major Impact into a steel chair!!! 1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. 5…. 6…. 7…. 8….. Rick Majors is up and slumped on the apron. 9…. 10!!! The bell rings! Holden Ross slowly staggers to his feet but it’s too late! The match is over! Jerry Andrews: Wow! It’s over! He’s done it! Majors falls to the floor. Holden is down again as well. “Wastelands” plays throughout the arena as the referee hands the Underground Title to Rick Majors as he sits on the floor, his back against the ringside barrier. “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEEEEWWWWWW PCW UNDERGROUND KING: RICK MAJORS!!!” Majors remains on the floor, perhaps injured, perhaps overcome by emotion. Medical personnel rush out to check on Holden Ross, who is up on his feet, but staggering around as if he doesn’t know where he is. EMTs go to check on Majors as well, who has barely moved since taking the title and holding it against his chest. Jerry Andrews: For the first time in PCW history, Rick Majors is a champion! Rick Majors, not Gabriel, is the PCW Underground King!  Ace Anderson: I didn’t think ANYTHING could stop Holden Ross, and he was barely down for ten, but Rick Majors holds the Underground crown now. What a match! Majors stays on the floor, holding the title against his face. He stays there for quite a while before using the ring barrier to pull himself up and raise the title above his head.

Winner, Best Match: PCW Underground Championship: Rick Majors vs Holden Ross (PCW Trauma)

Ace Anderson: I love the Genesis Title, but there’s a part of me that’s really going to miss the Underground.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right Ace, tonight Rick Majors will relinquish the Underground Title and compete for the Genesis Title in a four way elimination match featuring Grimm, Razor Blade, and the man who you just saw do battle with Majors in that incredible last man standing match: Holden Ross.

Ace Anderson: We could have another classic on our hands tonight!

Jerry Andrews: We’ll be right back, but before the break, we’d like to remind you to check out PureClassWrestling.com for a complete list of all of tonight's winners!

The show returns in the PCW Arena.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back everyone, and you're listing to the winner of the 'Best Entrance Music' award: 'The Catalyst' by Linkln Park which, as you know, plays every time Kyle Shane down to the ring! Congrats Kyle!

Winner, Best Entrance Music: Kyle Shane

Jerry Andrews: And now, onto our next award and this one is a very intense category!

Ace Anderson: That’s right, it’s the award for Most Heated Rivalry! 

MAJORS! MAJORS! MAJORS! go the chants. Willard challenges the count while pushing himself to stand up. He starts having a fit once the explanation is given. Willard's temper distracts him long enough for Rick to nail a headlock driver, or as he calls it, Major Damage! Willard is pinned. 1! 2! 3!---HE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! Majors doesn't go the challenging route. Instead, he brings a table into the ring. Well, eventually, because both men have taken the other to the limit. The table is stood up and the ladder is pushed out. Willard is assisted to his feet. While on spaghetti legs, he surprises Rick with a pop-up powerbomb. Willard collapses into the ropes. He gathers enough of his awareness in order to place himself in position for Greetings From Orange County. The wait on Majors gives him a minor reprieve. Willard curses Majors out prior to launching a springboard. He hits the forearm smash, but it has little oomph behind it, allowing Majors to surprise him with The Major Impact through the table!! Rick twists himself into enough of a pin. The referee clears debris and makes the count. 1! 2! 3!! There's no kick out this time, so let the jubilation begin over a Linkin Park soundtrack. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner and NEW Underground Champion, Rick Majors! Jerry Andrews: What an absolute WAR! Despite the devious plan hatched earlier by the Willard's, despite "The Anarchist" giving him all he could handle, Rick Majors survived it all and is once again Underground champion! Ace Anderson: Tarnishing the very legacy of the division in the process as only he can. Jerry Andrews: You STILL refuse to give him his proper due?? Ace Anderson: I'll start a hotline and you can pay $2.99 a minute to find out! Kidding aside, Rick is the toughest forty-eight year old I've ever seen. An exhausted Rick Majors is awarded the Underground title, but his victory hasn't registered. The music cues and cheers of the faithful do nothing to tip him off either. He eventually is able to lift himself up under his own power, but stumbles backwards into the ropes. Willard is in no better shape as he slowly stirs to his own feet. Both men are checked over and give responses in the affirmative that they're okay. Majors finally gets the chance to wipe some of the purple spray off of his face and then he gives a look at the faceplate of the title. Willard shifts his look in the direction of his nemesis, shaking his head disapprovingly. Just as he moves to take a leave, Majors yells in order to get his attention. He's slow on the approach, but as he gets there, the two have a face-off. Majors extends his hand! Willard looks at it for a second. "You want me to break that for you?" Majors doesn't lower his hand. Willard shakes his head and then turns away. After taking a step, he turns back around and shakes his hand after all. It's quick and without any surprise incidents, but the hatred they have for the other may have just turned into respect. Willard finally leaves as Majors gets the stage to himself. Jerry Andrews: Wow.... I am shocked.

Winner, Most Heated Rivalry: Rick Majors vs Jason Willard

Jerry Andrews: The last time we saw them in the ring together, they shook hands, but we’re not going to chance it. Sure we could invite them down to accept this award, but that’s just tempting fate.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, we’re all dressed up, there’s no need for.....

Suddenly, some commotion is heard in a private box near the top of the arena. It’s Jason Willard and, somehow, he has a microphone!

Willard: "Mommy asked me to be on my best behavior tonight and I will do that because it will make her sooo happy! Thank you, Rick, for being such a fun friend for me to play with over the years. I'm sorry that you're moving away now, but I'll always have memories to remember you by!"

Holden throws her off. Brenna waistlocks him and in one effort, shows off her own power by landing a German suplex! It temporarily strains her back, but she's got Holden in trouble. She pulls him up and hits the ropes. Knee trembler! She goes to the far ropes... Ace Anderson: Brenna must feel like asphalt because she just got STEAMROLLED! Holden shakes the cobwebs loose before he goes to retrieve Brenna. He puts an elbow into the middle of her spine. She's lifted. Sins of the Father! Holden covers. 1! 2! 3! The bell is rung and cheers die. Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Holden Ross! Jerry Andrews: What a huge win for Holden Ross and.... wait... wait... wait.... what's he doing!? Holden Ross has Brenna Gordon over his head! He throws her over the top ropes! She clears the ringside area and lands in a heap on top of some of the fans! Ace Anderson: Holden Ross just threw Brenna Gordon from the ring all the way out into the PCW Faithful! Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Someone has to check on her! And those fans! We need medics out here right away! "The Bastard" flexes his guns at the camera before demanding that the referee raises his arm. He holds up an index finger, mouthing "one down, two to go." PCW medical staff rush down to the ringside area to check on Brenna and the members of the audience that she was tossed onto.

Winner, Breakout Star: Holden Ross

As the scene returns from the video package, Holden stands behind the podium, looking at his award, before looking at the camera, smirking.

Holden Ross: First off, I'd like to take this moment to thank my arms……for always being at my side…” He snickers before continuing. “The past year I have been the “Breakout Star" of P.C.W. That’s an honor I don’t take lightly and it’s just one, of many, to be collected over the course of my career. Thank you, Gerry and David, because without you two, I’d be riding solo through this shit-show….”

He abruptly walks off stage.

Jerry Andrews: Holden Ross again claiming the Breakout Star Award and, wow, he’s certainly imposed himself physically on people since arriving here in PCW!

Ace Anderson: And he could walk out tonight holding the Genesis Title!

Jerry Andrews: You’re certainly right about that!

Ace Anderson: I can’t wait for that match folks, but, hen we come back, folks, we’re going to induct our first member into the PCW Hall of Fame Class of 2020!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and it's time to induct a new member into the PCW Hall of Fame! Please welcome, "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght to the Hall!

Inside the ring, Tyrone Little is staring at the two prone individuals when Showtime begins pulling himself over to where Grimm lays. A second later, Showtime lifts and drapes his arm over Grimm's chest. Tyrone Little has no choice but to make the count. Three slaps of the mat later and Showtime has defeated Grimm and Sean Rhodes to win the PCW World Championship! Mark Long: And the winner of the match...and NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION...“MR. SHOWTIME!” Al Laiman: Showtime did it! Showtime did it! Showtime is the new PCW World Champion! After eight long years, Showtime finally is Pure Class Wrestling World Champion! ___________________ Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. He sets him up for a suplex. Grimm blocks it. Grimm now goes for a suplex of his own, but he can’t lift Showtime. Grimm releases his opponent and he grabs onto his own lower back. Grimm uses the ropes to support himself as he holds his lower back. Suddenly Michael Wryght grabs him from behind. He hooks Grimm’s head and arm. Then he turns to his left making Grimm stand with his head and right arm on his shoulder. He then violently drops to a seated position! Jerry: The Sweetness! And the cover! 1.... 2..... Jerry: And.... Ace: He got him! Jerry: Three! It’s over! Showtime rolls off of his opponent as the bell rings. Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW International Championnnnn .... ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght!!! Showtime rises to his feet and he looks down at Grimm as his theme plays. The crowd cheers, not really because they support Showtime, but because they respect the battle that these two competitors had tonight. Jerry: A big victory here for Showtime! Ace: What a contest! We get replays of the final moments of the match as we come back to Showtime being handed the gleaming International championship. The lights of the arena reflecting off of it into his eyes, he stares at it for what seems like an eternity before taking the belt and giving Grimm a kick or two before hastily making his way from the ring, presumably to disappear into the bowels of the building. ___________________ Showtime surges in a circle flailing and kicking in an attempt to burst free, but it's no use. Justin hangs on for dear life with a Kung Fu grip and it becomes readily apparent that Mikey isn't going anywhere. He slowly starts to fade. Down to one knee. Down to both knees. Showtime's arm goes limp and referee Buckland checks for the submission. He raises his arm once. It drops. He raises his arm again. It drops. A third time...and Showtime isn't quite out of this one yet! He forces himself to his feet out of desperation and drives Michaels back into the corner. Once! Twice! Three times, and Stormm breaks the hold! Ace Anderson: How much longer can these guys go at it?! Both men are barely physically capable of continuing as Stormm crawls on hands and knees to the center of the ring while Wryght remains slumped across the top turnbuckle. Stormm reaches the opposite corner and on a bad leg charges across the ring! He launches himself into the air at Showtime...but Showtime dodges out of the way at the last second! Stormm goes headfirst into the top turnbuckle...and immediately drops to the mat. Motionless. Jerry Andrews: Oh! Look at that! Showtime removed the pad from the turnbuckle and Michaels went headfirst into that exposed steel bolt! Ace Anderson: Buckland didn't see it! Working quickly, Showtime drags Stormm to the center of the ring and applies the Spotlight. The referee checks for a submission, but Michaels is unresponsive. The fans start booing as Buckland raises Stormm's arm. It drops. He raises it a second time. It drops again. He raises it for the final time... Jerry Andrews: No, not like this! Ace Anderson: … ...and it drops a third time. Buckland calls for the bell prompting Wryght to release the hold and collapse to the mat. Sasha Greene: The winner of this match...and NEW North American Champion...”Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght! “Gold on the Ceiling” starts back up as Buckland drapes the North American title over Showtime's shoulder. The majority of the fans boo, but there is a smattering of Black Hand supporters that cheer Wryght on. ____________________ Eventually, NCM's body goes limp and the referee begins to check for the KO. But before he can make his assessment, Kaard has managed his way back up onto the ring apron. Thinking quickly, Wryght releases the hold and absolutely waylays Kaard in the side of the head with a thrusting kick as he attempts to re-enter the ring!!! Ace Anderson: That was one of the stiffest blows I've seen in my professional career! Indeed, Kaard is knocked completely unawares with on his his legs getting tangled between the bottom and middle rope, preventing him from landing in a heap on the mat. Showtime yanks him free of the ropes and goes old school with his trusty Fisherman's Suplex! He's got Kaard cradled in the center of the ring! Nigel slides in for the count. 1... 2... Suddenly, Eira surges into the ring under the bottom rope and dives at her Black Hand foe... 3! ...but she's a split second too late! Ace Anderson: Did...did he get him? There is some confusion as Nigel Gale communicates with the ring announcer. The PCW Faithful hold their breath as the announcement comes over the PA system. “The first fall has be awarded to “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght!” The fans let out a collective hiss as Showtime thrusts his fists into the air! Jerry Andrews: By rule, Michael Wryght has re-captured the North American Championship! A hard-fought victory for Showtime, but there's one more fall that's yet to be decided. Clearly ecstatic over his big win, Showtime bails to the outside and approaches the timekeeper's desk. He reaches for the International Championship, but he's instead offered the North American Championship. Showtime looks a bit confused and again reaches for the International title. Wryght shrugs before accepting the North American Championship..and then snatches the International Championship as well! Slinging a belt over each shoulder, he begins strutting around the ring towards the entrance. Jerry Andrews: What in the world is Showtime doing?! Ace Anderson: There was definitely some confusion as to the rules and stakes of this match. If I'm not mistaken, Showtime thinks he's captured both titles! Jerry Andrews: Is that what's going on here!? Ace Anderson: I have no idea! Meanwhile, inside the ring, Eira has starting in on Non Compos Mentis. After getting in several shots, she turns her attention to Kaard. Nigel Gale attempts to shout an explanation to Showtime, but he'll hear none of it. Eira, realizing that something is amiss, catches the goings on between the referee and Michael Wryght. By now, Showtime has reached the entrance ramp as Eira stands beside Nigel against the ring ropes. Slowly, Kaard and NCM regain their composure and they, too, make it to their feet. Jerry Andrews: This...is insane. Showtime won the North American title, but he's seemingly unwittingly hijacked the International Championship in the process. ___________________ Trauma returns and the camera is focused on Frank Foley's currently empty office. Jerry Andrews: We're back and, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, Frank Foley is still not in his office. Ace Anderson: As you know, he's been suspended by the board for his actions recently, specifically his actions regarding the North American and International titles and... Suddenly, "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght appears in the frame. Jerry Andrews: ... well, yeah... umm... we didn't expect to see him right now, but Showtime is part of the reason for Foley's suspension after he walked out of that fourway match with two titles. Ace Anderson: The PCW board didn't take too kindly to that contract screw up, but that wasn't the only problem... wait... what's Showtime doing? Michael Wryght looks into Foley's office and he spots a pile of paperwork on his desk. Showtime shrugs his shoulders, walks into the office and sits down. He picks up a pen and starts signing the paperwork! Jerry Andrews: He's just taken it upon himself to just start signing whatever those papers are!? Ace Anderson: Why isn't anyone stopping him? Jerry Andrews: Well, he does look pretty professional doing it....

Jerry Andrews: Unfortunately, Michael Wryght could not be here with us this evening, but we will make sure he receives his Hall of Fame ring.

Ace Anderson: Welcome to the Hall, Mr Showtime!

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back! We're ready for our next award!

Ace Anderson: That's right, it's for most loved! Clearly, it's going to be me!

Jerry Andrews: No. Actually, the award for Most Loved goes to...

Kyle Shane, from off camera: HOLD ON JUST A DAMN MINUTE.

Kyle Shane, bulling past multiple people with clipboards keeping the awards show running, bounds up to the stage. He has a smile on his face.

Kyle Shane: You mean to tell me there's an award for Most Loved superstar and I wasn't even nominated? I got lumped into the Most Hated category instead?

Kyle pushes the presenter out of the way, stepping to the podium, and looking around at the crowd. His smile dies, and his eyes harden as he looks out at the people. Nobody is overtly booing him, but his serious demeanor is making them sit up and pay attention.

Kyle Shane: I can't tell you how disappointing it is that my entire message since coming back has been lost in such a quagmire of sour grapes that my peers have elected to lump me into the sector of people who they hate. When everything I've done since returning, I did out of love. My initial efforts were made to apologize for taking out my frustrations on you, the crowd last summer, and to indicate that I'm not aimlessly and meaninglessly chasing achievements anymore; that I came back just to show that win or lose there's nobody better than me. And yet... you don't want to hear that. You just want to see me calling for change, and for everyone else to do better to match my effort, and HATE me for that?

A few producers are trying to grab Kyle's arm and pull him away from the podium, telling him it's time to go. Kyle rolls his shoulder, pulling away, and leaning into the mic as he hold on to the podium. He isn't going to get moved along until he had his say. He grins, speaking with cutting, telling sardonic tones.

Kyle Shane: It's because I insulted your sacred cow, Grimm, isn't it? You people don't like the fact that I show no deference, and honestly have dwindling respect for the Gatekeeper of Hangtown. Which, I'm sorry, should I not have reacted to someone literally calling me a liar and a coward who left this company behind because I couldn't handle a workload? Am I Most Hated for being a "diva" for knowing my worth and asking for others to match my output instead of boringly droning on about beekeeping? Nah, fuck that.

Again, the jostling and the trying to pull Kyle away, if only to get this show back on the rails. Kyle will not let the, to him, farce of the Most Loved category go on without speaking his mind.

Kyle Shane: I'm not a diva, nor should I be Most Hated, for doing exactly what I said I was going to do, which is prove myself time and time again. I came back to you people when eight months ago, I couldn't even lift ten pounds. But I trained and rehabbed and worked solely with the goal in mind of coming back to you. Should that not be most loved?

Kyle swats hands away from him as he's talking.

Kyle Shane: I go out there every night with the intention of competing... And yet for WEEKS now I've been left off the fucking card. But ya always make sure to put a shitty tag match nobody cares about with Grimm in the main event, don'tcha. You threw Grimm and Razor Blade and Holden Ross in to the Genesis title match without even a second consideration of why they deserved to be there. So, I'm most hated, and effectively being left off the card, because while I'm trying to prove my worth and show you all what I can do, I ask your heroes, your sacred cows to match my output... does that make any sense?

They're playing music to drown Kyle out now, the age old Academy Awards trick. Sweeping, orchestral music.

Ace Anderson: Jeez, somebody get a big cane and pull this diva off the stage.

Kyle is struggling with people, who are trying to take him away.

Kyle Shane: I'm the most Loved and I'll prove it! I'll prove that I'm the best when I knock down another one of your institutions and take the North American title from Alexa! You can't silence me!

Producers are bustling and pushing Kyle away from the podium. 

Jerry Andrews: ... Anyway.... THE AWARD FOR MOST LOVED SUPERSTAR GOES TO... Rick Majors!

"Wastelands" plays and Rick Majors walks up to the podium.

Rick Majors: This.... this is a big surprise. I honestly never expected this. There are so many incredible wrestlers in this company who are such good people and who do such amazing things both in and outside the ring.... anyway. Thank you. It's no surprise that I've been searching for approval and acceptance for a while now, so this really means a lot. Thank you. 

Winner, Most Loved: Rick Majors

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back!

Ace Anderson: It's time to present our next award, one that always confuses me a bit... do people actually want to win this?

Jerry Andrews: I sure wouldn't!

Ace Anderson: No one is ever going to give you any award ever.

Jerry Andrews: My mom gave me a "#1 Champ" medal when I was ten!

Ace Anderson: Anyway... it's most hated.

Gerard and Holden size each other up while circling the ring. The faithful eagerly wait for them to tear each other apart. Holden leans in for a grapple, but Gerard slips around to avoid it. Holden faces him with a smirk. Gerard offers to shake his hand, which Holden...responds to with a shove! Gerard hits the buckles and comes out fired up with...a finger poke?! Holden falls like he was just murdered. Gerard takes the pin with a leg hooked. 1! 2! 3!! The bell is called for! The fans are unsure of what the hell to make of what just happened, but Gerard is up celebrating the matter. Jerry Andrews: You've got to be kidding me! Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, Gerard Angelo! Jerry Andrews: What a way to desecrate the tournament. This shouldn't be allowed to happen! Ace Anderson: I think it was one heck of a brilliant plan. Grimm isn't going to be at full strength, but Gerard is. They took advantage of going second and well, pulled one over on everybody! There is a bro-hug in the ring as the boos come loud. Gerard taps the side of his head while smiling arrogantly. The two exit the ring, but continue celebrating what they orchestrated.

Winner, Most Hated: Gerard Angelo

An instrumental version of “Amazing” plays out over the PA and Gerard walks out on stage, dressed to the nines in a black suit and black tie. He softly steps in his expensive, custom made, Italian leather shoes. He accepts his award for “Most Hated”, looking at it with a smirk as he steps over to the podium. Gerry continues to stare at it before he places it down on the podium, looking out over the crowd.

Gerard Angelo: “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. What a difference a year makes. This time last year I won the award for “Most Loved”. Now I’m here as the most hated man in Pure Class Wrestling. Why is that I ask you?”

Gerard pauses as he looks out over the audience, as if expecting an answer.

Gerard Angelo: “I’ll tell you why. Because you can’t handle the truth my words carry. Because you can’t handle the way my actions bring about success. Because you can’t handle the change that I represent. It makes you hate me because you know that I am right.”

The crowd murmurs a bit as Gerard continues

Gerard Angelo: “I never changed folks. My message never changed. I simply had to change the way I presented my message, because you all never listened until I went against the grain. Now I’m forcing you all to see the fact that this place is flawed, and needs change. And this….”

Gerard lifts the award up.

Gerard Angrlo: “... proves that you’re all taking notice. Great men in history have been hated for forcing people to see the error of their ways. Doctor Martin Luther King Junior. Abraham Lincoln. Galileo. In the years that come you will look back and know that I am right. So I graciously accept this award. Because I would rather be hated for telling the truth, then revered for being a fraud.”

Gerard calmly turns on his heel, and walks off the stage with his award.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and let's keep things rolling along!

Ace Anderson: And the award for Most Inspirational goes to...

Kyle Shane: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??

Kyle Shane, still wearing a well cut black suit just for the occasion, steps out onto the stage towards the podium, again as producers and agents try to hold him back. Kyle is even madder about this awards category.

Kyle Shane: Most Inspirational? These are your choices for Most Inspirational? Justin Michaels, who hasn't even defended his title in three calendar months and openly ducks challenges? Grimm, who passive aggressively shits on anyone who has to take a break due to health for being cowardly? This is your most respected Wrestler of the Decade, by the way. Most Inspirational, I'M the Most Inspirational, I came back from a back injury after six months and despite it probably shortening my career I continue to perform at the level I do.

He shoves someone away from him, grabbing the mic at the podium.

Kyle Shane: Not ONE person in this category deserves to be here because they haven't done a damn thing to inspire you in their lives. I was fighting for YOU, ALL of you, and I demand that you SHOW ME, some God. Damn. RESPECT!! I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL -

Suddenly, with explosive suddenness, Kyle is clotheslined over the back of the head and he falls over the podium. Alexa Black stands over Kyle, lifting him up, and wrapping her fingers in Kyle's hair. She slings him into the podium, knocking it over. Kyle rolls onto his side, pushing the podium off of him, and groaning. Alexa bends over Kyle.

Alexa Black: I TOLD YOU I WASN'T FINISHED WITH YOU!

Alexa lays a few boots to Kyle as he's laid out on the stage. Kyle rolls onto his stomach and attempts to pull himself up on all fours. Alexa nails him with a hard knee strike to the temple. Kyle falls onto his back. Alexa, aggressively, begins pulling the coat of his suit off him, tearing at him. Some producers and backstage workers, who had already been trying to get Kyle off stage, grab Alexa, trying to hold her arms.

Alexa Black: Get off me!!

Kyle, breathing hard, pulls himself up to his knees, then spots Alexa throwing people off of her like sacks of grain. Kyle bolts to his feet and rushes her, tattooing Alexa with hard shots to the side of the head. Kyle and Alexa get into another wild brawl as they're surrounded by people trying to pull them apart. Kyle is firing away at Alexa, but she rakes both eyes of Kyle. Kyle turns away, scrubbing at his eyes and groaning. Alexa pulls free of the men trying to hold her arms, and she clubs Kyle over the back. She grabs Kyle by the hair and the back of his pants and throws him neck and shoulder first into the screens at the bottom of the Tron, hard enough to crack the plexiglass. Kyle bounces off, and does a roll onto the stage. Kyle grips his neck in pain.

Kyle Shane: Ahhh fuck...

Alexa is pulling Kyle up, ripping his fancy suit further and dragging him over to the screens at the bottom of the Tron again. Alexa grabs Kyle by his hair and throws him face first into the screen. Kyle bounces off, and he takes a spaghetti legged staggering loop a few feet away. Alexa comes behind him, clubbing him over the back of the head, and then taking Kyle by the hair and walking him to the opposite side of the stage, towards the end of it.

Alexa Black: It's time to finish this.

Alexa turns sideways, and boots Kyle in the guts, doubling him over. She hooks Kyle, looking for a powerbomb, and it becomes clear she is going to powerbomb Kyle off the stage, through a tarped off area at the foot of the stage.

Jerry Andrews: That's a drop of over six feet!!

Ace Anderson: This is going to be bad for Kyle, he's already lived through one car wreck and emerged missing a piece of spine, this could shatter the whole thing.

Alexa motions for it, and hooks Kyle to deadlift him up into powerbomb position, but Kyle, as he's up, pounds on Alexa's head. A weak punch at first, then a stronger one, and a follow up, and then Alexa's firm grip is loose enough that Kyle shimmies off, sliding off Alexa's shoulders from powerbomb position and dropping behind her. Alexa turns and Kyle gives her a stone headbutt. Alexa is stunned, and backpedals just a step... then she finds her footing and realizes she's in a precarious position. Alexa is a footstep away from falling off the stage.

Jerry Andrews: Now Alexa is in trouble!!

Ace Anderson: Will they just get these cretins off the stage so we can get the awards back underway?!

Kyle hits Alexa with a punch, and Alexa starts to go backward. She pinwheels her arms, attempting to keep balance. Kyle gives her another punch, and again Alexa totters on the brink, about to fall off the six foot embankment. Finally, Kyle winds up for another punch, but Alexa blocks and kicks Kyle in the gut. Alexa goes to grab Kyle by the hair, but Kyle drops down and swings overhead for a Pele kick, nailing Alexa full in the mouth. Alexa falls like a redwood, toppling off the stage. Alexa falls into the tarped off area, landing with a thud, and the section of tarped area is covering tables and equipment boxes. Alexa is laid across a table six feet down, groaning.

Jerry Andrews: ALEXA JUST WENT OFF THE STAGE!

There is a split second of hesitation from Kyle. A split second of calculation, as he looks from one end of the stage, to the tarped off area below. Kyle steps back a few paces slowly, looking like a man contemplating whether he should walk away from a lover's leap. And then he turns, sprints towards the end of the stage and uncorks an insane leap of faith, a senton bomb that brings him down full force across Alexa Black, crushing her through the tarped off tables!!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!!

The crowd erupts into a "Holy Shit" chant. Kyle and Alexa are laid among a crater of broken table pieces, cables and equipment falling on top of them as they lay on the tarp. Neither Kyle nor Alexa move for the next few moments. Panicked producers begin motioning for doctors and EMTS to come down to check on them. Amazingly, as Kyle groans and holds his lower back, he begins trying to turn over. EMT's come check on them both. The crowd is erupting in an ovation.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize, but we have to take a break and make sure that these two are alright. We apologize.

Doctors are checking Alexa's eyes and trying to assess if they need a stretcher to bring them out. As the EMT's are assisting Kyle onto a stretcher, taking care of his back injury, he holds up a defiant fist to the crowd, who explode in a roar for the insane display of guts. EMT's work on taking them out of the broken rubble as we switch to commercial.

Winner, Most Inspirational: Rick Majors

Jerry Andrews: We're back folks, and we've got maybe the biggest award of the night to present!

Ace Anderson: Without further ado, the award for Best Singles Star!

Both men are down on the mat. Grimm slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. Gerard Angelo is still down on the mat. Grimm waits for Angelo to stand up, breathing heavily as he does. When Angelo rises, Grimm rushes at him with a clothesline. Grimm ducks it. Angelo turns around… Grimm does the same…. running single leg Yakuza kick!!! Jerry Andrews: Blackfyre!!!!! Angelo with the cover: 1…. 2………… 3!!!! Ace Anderson: He got him!!!! “The winner of this match, and winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament: GERARD ANGELO!!!!” Both Angelo and Grimm remain on the mat, neither man able to stand. Jerry Andrews: What a match. WHAT. A. MATCH. Ace Anderson: It could have gone either way, Jerry. Hats off to both of these men for the fight they went through tonight, and congratulations to the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational Tournament: Gerard Angelo! Jerry Andrews: Simply incredible. I am in awe of what I saw tonight! Ace Anderson: You know what this means, Jerry? This means that, in the same year, Gerard Angelo has won the Deadly Rumble and the Icemann Invitational Tournament! 2020 is the Year of Angelo! Holden Ross rushes down to the ring. Angelo and Grimm have still not moved. Ross pulls Angelo up to his feet and walks him over to the corner. Angelo braces himself against the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. Pyro explodes in the PCW Arena as the show comes to a close.

The instrumental of “Amazing” once again played over the PA. Gerard Angelo steps out yet again in his smart black suit, signature smirk on his face. He walks up to the podium and takes his award for “Best Singles Star” and looks at it.

Gerard Angelo: “Well, well, well. Look at this. Another award for me. The biggest award you can win at the Iceys. ‘Best Singles Star’. You see this?”

He holds the award up before moving it in an arc across his body slowly as if making sure each and every person in attendance can see it.

Gerard Angelo: “I won this award. Not Jason Willard. Not Rick Majors. Not Kyle Shane. Not Stormm. Not Grimm. I won the award. Gerard by god Angelo. The thing is, as much as I disagree and dislike most of them, they are all amazing professional wrestlers. They are all future first ballot hall of famers. Pure Class Wrestling is the single greatest collection of performers under one roof. And I got voted better than all of them!”

Gerard once again looks at the award, chuckling as he relishes it.

Gerard Angelo: “I am better than all of your favorites. I am the best that PCW has to offer. I am the biggest star in the business today. Look at the year I’ve had so far. A Deadly Rumble win and an Icemann Invitational Tournament win. 2020 is the year of Gerard Angelo. And I’m not done yet, not by a long shot.”

Gerard chuckles again before smirking and turning around, cradling his Icey in his arms as he walks backstage.

Winner, Best Singles Star: Gerard Angelo

Suddenly Saniti's unawareness takes on new meaning. From beneath his sleeve he pulls out another swath of cloth, this one purple and quite large. Jerry Andrews: How did he... Al Laiman: That's gotta be five feet of fabric! Indeed it's nearly the size of a child's bedsheet, and he tosses it in the air toward Roberto Garcia. With his vision cut off from the two superstars, he fails to see Saniti turn toward Q just as the Single Letter Superstar hits his third set of ropes. Before he can POUNCE, Saniti flourishes toward him and Q is stopped on the ropes. He takes two steps forward... and falls flat on his face. Saniti leaps, double-stomping the ring for good measure, just as Roberto Garcia gets clear of the purple curtain (or whatever it is). To find Nathan Saniti pinning Q. Jerry Andrews: Ten seconds... Al Laiman: Did he... did Nathan Saniti hit him with a hatpin? Roberto Garcia does the only thing he can think of. He hits the mat to make the count. 1... Jerry Andrews: Not like this... ... 2... ... Al Laiman: Q's out cold! ... ... 3! Nathan Saniti sits up, clapping to himself before giving Q a little slap on the cheek (and pulling something small from above his collarbone). Q doesn't move. "Circus Envy" begins to play. Mark Long: Here is your winner, and NEEWWWW Pure Class Wrestling Genesis Champion... Roberto Garcia retrieves the Genesis Title from ringside, presenting it to the new champion with a raise of his hand. Nathan Saniti grins and takes a bow. Mark Long: Naatthhannnnn SAANNITIIIIII!! Saniti calls for his hat and cane as he straps the Genesis Championship around his waist. He tosses his hat into the air and it hovers in place for the briefest of moments before falling neatly atop his wild red hair. He tips his hat to Roberto Garcia, now checking on the still-downed Q. Nathan is exiting the ring to a fresh round of jeers as we go to a commercial ______________________ Hunched on his knees, Grimm is trying to figure out how he's going to put the magician away. Saniti is to his knees. Grimm stands poised behind him and waits. Saniti turns, and Grimm spews a cloud of black mist! Saniti swerves out of the way and reacts with a big right hand. Grimm catches Saniti in a standing arm triangle choke out of nowhere! Ace Anderson: The Winding Stair! This could be the end! The arm triangle cuts off the blood supply to Saniti's head and his knees start to give! The fans stomp and scream with all their might as Grimm tries to drag Nathan down to the mat. In a last ditch effort, Saniti drives his legs with what little energy he has left and smashes Phinehas into the corner. Once. Twice. Thrice! And Grimm relinquishes the hold! Saniti gasps for air as Grimm lurches out of the corner towards him. Saniti catches him in a small package cradle. 1... 2... 3!!!!! Jerry Andrews: He got him! He got him! Grimm powers out of the cradle...just a split second too late! Nordby calls for the bell and the arena erupts! Grimm can't believe it as he holds up three fingers to question the referee. Saniti is still laying on his back looking up at the lights as blood starts to recirculate back through his veins when “White Rabbit” by Collide blares over the speakers. Sasha Greene: “The winner of the match...and NEEEEEWWWWW International Champion...NATHAN SANITI!!!" The announcement produces another roar from the crowd. Both men are on the mat for a couple minutes after the hard-fought bout, but Grimm is the first to move. He rolls outside and retrieves the International Championship before sliding back into the ring. Saniti stands as he and Grimm look at each other in the middle of the ring, Grimm still holding the gold. There is a moment of peace as the fans slowly begin clapping. In moments, it has turned into a loud round of applause. Ace Anderson: What a show of respect by these fans. An amazing show of respect for an amazing match. ______________________ 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! ______________________ Jerry Andrews: Saniti got to the hat! Saniti got to his hat! And now... with one hand, he was able to use a drugged hat pin! Ace Anderson: He's spurting blood like a fountain, and his first instinct is to go for a damn hat?! Ugh... my stomach... Seromine, shaking his head slowly as the psychotropic drugs kick in and start making his perceptions melt, loses his balance and falls. Nathan grimaces as he wraps his hand up in a handkerchief from his pocket. Then, he rolls a drugged Seromine in the ring. Nathan seems to hit upon a whimsical, yet devilish idea and he searches under the ring for something in particular... and when he brings it out, he brings out a cardboard cutout crucifix made of the kind of neon cardboard you'd see at a Sunday School. It's adorned with a marker written saying, "Jesus Loves The Little Children!" and a picture of a lamb. He slides the cardboard crucifix into the ring, and Seromine is still trying to pull himself up to his feet, slipping as he's dizzy from the drugs. Saniti hooks the drugged Messiah for a backslide, then drills him with a flipping piledriver variation. Jerry Andrews: Saniti with the Unreality Check to the Messiah! Seromine is down! Seromine is down! Ace Anderson: What does Saniti think he's doing with that cutout?! Saniti rolls Seromine in place over the cardboard cutout of the crucifix, and he begins using hat pins to secure Seromine in a arms splayed out crucifix pose as he's laid out on the cardboard. The followers are going crazy on the outside, exhorting their Messiah to wake up. Jerry Andrews: Interesting twist by Saniti! He's literally pinning Seromine to the crucifix with those hat pins! Ace Anderson: I can’t believe what I'm seeing right now. This is either madness or brilliance. Seromine offers no more resistance, and finally, Saniti steps back, holding his hands out in a magician’s flourish. The referee, noting that Saniti followed the letter of the law if not the spirit, deliberates before calling for the bell. Nathan Saniti: I offer my enemies the mercy they wouldn’t offer me. DING DING DING! Sasha Greene: Here is your winner... and NEW UNIFIED INTERNATIONAL AND NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... NATHAN... SANITI!! "Monster" by Imagine Dragons plays, and the entourage of Saniti comes out as Saniti is handed both belts. He can't lift his wounded, nailed hand from under his armpit, and he's bleeding quite profusely. Seromine's followers are in mourning at ringside, and some are trying to slide the cardboard cross with Seromine pinned on it out of the ring and pry him off. Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti did it! Saniti, that cagey magician, pulled off an amazing trick, and pinned Seromine down. ________________________ Ace Anderson: Seromine is the winner of this match! Seromine looks out at the Followers who are now all surrounding the cage. He nods at them and then…. suddenly the lights go out. Jerry Andrews: What is happening here!? After several moments of darkness, there is a big explosion of purple smoke inside the ring! As the smoke settles from the flash, standing in the right, directly behind Seromine….. is NATHAN SANITI! Jerry Andrews: WHAT!? Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!! Jerry Andrews: NATHAN SANTI IS HERE! Seromine turns around and he’s suddenly taken down by the Magician! As the Followers rattle the cage in desperation, as Saniti unloads on Seromine! He then pulls him up…. Jerry Andrews: Unreality Check!!!!!!!!! Nathan smiles a wicked smile and then, suddenly, another flash of light and a huge plume of smoke! As the smoke clears, Saniti is… gone! Ace Anderson: What!? Where did he go!?

Jerry Andrews: It's time for our second Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame induction. From the very second he stepped into these hallowed halls, the next man turned the PCW world upside-down-

Ace Anderson: Quite literally.

Jerry Andrews: And we haven't been the same since. He needs no introduction...

Ace Anderson: So let's skip it and go on to something important, like an ad for toenail fungus cream or a herpes lawsuit. I'd get the same feelings.

Jerry Andrews: Does it hurt being that stupid, or is it just years of practice?

Ace Anderson: Eh. You become numb to it after a... WAITAMINNIT!

Jerry Andrews: As I was saying, This man needs no introduction. He brought the world of magic to PCW, and, next to my co-host here, is one of the strangest, most eccentric and exciting stars to grace the PCW Arena...

Ace Anderson: Wait, Jerry! I'm getting word an introduction IS needed and that you were wrong for assuming it wasn't. Take it away, Sasha!

Jerry Andrews: You're rude with a capital R, you know that?

Sasha Greene: Here now to induct Nathan Saniti into the PCW Hall of Fame...

The arena is held in anticipation over who it could be. The lights quickly go dark until only a press box is highlighted.

Sasha Greene: JASON WILLARD!

The only applause he gets is from his wife and children. Yes, even his infant daughter mimics what she sees her sisters and mother doing. Destiny interacts with her, pointing to Jason as he stands up, fresh off losing a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors to Kristen.

The boo birds come out in full force down below. Even on a night that should be celebrated, they can't find it in their hearts to show some respect for him! Willard takes it all in stride as he produces a microphone from the inside of his tuxedo jacket.

He raises it.

"Hey! It wasn't my decision to have him enshrined. If I had my druthers, he'd be entombed!"

Destiny reaches over to gently nudge him. "Be nice!" Willard gets teased by the younger brood for that one. He puts on an act of professionalism and continues.

"Tonight, PCW welcomes the only magician to its hall. Nathan Saniti was one of the greatest rivals I've ever had in my career and somebody that I'm very proud to see get his due. Without him, there is no Seromine. He helped me more than he knows and despite our rivalry, I have nothing but respect for his contributions to the sport. It is with great pleasure that I welcome Nathan Saniti to the PCW Hall of Fame!"

NOW the faithful decide to applaud and cheer. Willard patiently waits for the Madcap Magician, but there's no sight or sound of him. This would be a bad thing, folks. Not because he isn't appearing. But because of his known abilities. Willard tries again.

"I said It is with great pleasure that I welcome Nathan Saniti to the PCW Hall of Fame!"

The reaction never died down and in fact, seems louder. This time a lime green mist starts to rise onto the stage, but without any accompanying entrance music. Willard is about to lose his patience and try a third time, when the sudden appearance of lime green bubbles appears inside of his press box. Willard lowers his head and mumbles something under his breath.

The excitement from his middle children forces him to turn around. "Not this time, magic---man..."

Three of the children have been gifted color changing balloons. With each color, a holographic image appears inside, tailored to their individual likes. Jason and Destiny stare in disbelief. Well, he does. Destiny is a little more casual as she gets the baby to try grabbing at the bubbles.

What makes everyone jump is when Nathan DOES reveal himself. He suddenly rises behind Willard with an arm around his shoulders, a crooked smile and a Freddy Kruger inspired glove on his right hand, one with large hat pins instead of knives, tapping on him.

Willard and Saniti both look at the glove. "Hey! How did that get there?" Saniti asks in a voice of helium inhaled surprise. The glove is promptly removed and put away in a small cage that has randomly appeared. As Willard regains his color, Saniti interacts with the baby. He holds his cane out (naturally she thinks it's something to grab at after her uncertainty of the stranger fades) and starts to blow on it.

The lime green bubbles pop in the background. New bubbles emerge out of the end of the cane in cube, spherical and pyramid shapes. What happens to those after popping is a release of butterflies! Destiny explains to the baby what those are, while also looking over to make sure her husband is still breathing normally.

Saniti finally approaches the eldest. Willard takes a look at his family's enjoyment, but keeps a close guard near Kristen. Specifically because Saniti is holding a strand of her hair in the palm of his hand. This hand is lifted to his forehead with an incantation being said just loud enough for the young adult to hear.

To prevent the baby from being frightened, Saniti performs this with his back to her. A glow emerges in the shape of an eye during the spell. One that is recognized as "Silver Eye." Kristen is informed that "she'd go far in her future endeavors." Confusion turns to confidence as the trick ends.

Saniti steps away from The Willards for a glance at the faithful and stage. As if he suddenly remembers he's late for a very important date, he bids everyone adieu and disappears.

"Systemagic," by Goldfrapp, drums through the speakers as a lime green mist blankets the walkway. A line of white rabbits hop in a line from each side of the stage towards the podium. They form a path, hopping in place to the beat of the music. The green smoke begins to whirl and spiral upwards. The audience starts cheering as a top hat flies into the auditorium, doing laps and fly-bys over the crowd before hovering in place over the column of mist. A white gloved hand reaches out from the cloud, grasping the hat and popping it atop a very familiar, shock of wild, red hair. The smoke begins to dissipate, revealing Nathan Saniti in his usual formal, yet somehow mismatched attire.

With a tap from his cane, the rest of the fog pulls into the stick as if being sucked away. The crowd is on their feet, applauding for the Madcap Magician. Nathan stands with perfect posture, soaking in the reverie, his unhinged smile practically splitting his head in half as he waves to the fans.

He allows the ovation to die down and turns to the stand. Taking a couple of steps, he runs headlong into an invisible wall, toppling his hat from his head and nearly spilling him to the floor. He collects his hat, standing with a bewildered look. Using his cane, he taps the unknown structure again, causing a brief glow in the barrier with each strike. He studies the situation, fanning away the smoke with his headpiece. His smile grows wider, knowing.

Saniti motions for a stage hand.

Nathan Saniti: Would you mind breaking that circle of salt for me, my good man?

The stage hand does as he was asked, kicking a gap in the barrier. Nathan tests it again, seeing that the wall has indeed vanished, and steps in front of the podium. He chuckles, seeing a folded paper on the stand. Unfurling it, he shows the audience. It's blank on both side on the first turn. He spins it again, and a message appears.

"GO AWAY, SANITI!" - Love, Kyle Shane

Nathan Saniti: I'm afraid you'll have to get up earlier than that to get one over on me, Mr. Shane.

A shocked look crosses his face. He swats it away,turning the paper over again.

"I got up at 5:00 AM, slacker."

Nathan tosses the paper into the air, and it bursts into a fireball, raining ash on the stage. The crowd raves some more for the pomp and circumstance.

Nathan Saniti: It is truly an honor to be chosen for such a distinguished title. It is such a distinct privilege to be put in with company such and Michael Wryght...

The audience cheers wildly.

Nathan Saniti: Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith...

More loud applause. The ovations continue with each name dropped.

Nathan Saniti: "The Asshole" Whitey Ford, Heavy Metal, Nacho Grande, Sadistic, Grimm, and many others, including, but not limited to one of my biggest rivals, Mr. Jase Willard.

In spite of him holding his head up high, Nathan's eyes begin to show a welling of emotion.

Nathan Saniti: Mr. Andrews and Mr. Anderson, himself a Hall of Famer, mentioned that I brought magic into PCW and turned it upside down. While that is true, I have to say that without the Faithful and everyone in this organization, I'd have not grown into the being standing before you today. Through the years, I've teamed with and fought against many greats. I became a long reigning tag champion with Kelli "Dollface" Starr as Psychedelica, as well as with the enigmatic Q, to whom I lost my own Genesis title reign. I've held belts that no longer exist and been in stables, or should I say, (un)Stables that were a doomed, yet glorious experiment.

He pauses to reflect a bit more.

Nathan Saniti: I've had heated rivalries with the likes of Seromine, Alexa Black, the Black Hand, and the Freebooters. Every single one of these people and more are just as responsible for this award. Without their help, I could not have made so memorable a career, so profound an impact, as to deserve this unbelievable honor.

A lone tear drifts down Nathan's cheek.

Nathan Saniti: I can safely say that this is also my creator's first achievement of this caliber. He is looking upon us now with a sense of pride and accomplishment. I honor him for this victory, as he honors his own Creator. Hard work. Camaraderie. Humility. May you all have it, and enjoy the fruits of its labor as I have. Bless you all. Thank you, PCW Faithful. Without all of you, none of this dream would have been achieved.

Nathan steps away from the podium, taking several bows and waving to his fellow PCW stars, the fans, and points at the press box, where Jase Willard and his family are watching. Tendrils of the lime green smoke snake upwards, engulfing the Madcap Magician. As he vanishes, his final words echo through the halls.

Nathan Saniti: Your reality is a lie!

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, folks. We've handed out all the Iceys we could tonight, but we're not done yet!

Ace Anderson: That's right, folks! The Genesis Title is back! I've been waiting for this match since it was announced! Let's go to the ring!

Sasha Greene: The following contest is an elimination match for the PCW Genesis Championship! Introducing first...From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs 227 lbs, RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!

The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors carrying the PCW Underground Championship for the last time.

Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring. The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.

In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match, still clutching the Underground Title in his hands.

Sasha Greene: Introducing next...

Synthesizers explode from the speakers and the arena is plunged into darkness. Red strobes begin pulsating in time with the music and after about thirty seconds or so, Holden strolls out from the back.

Sasha Greene: Making his way to the ring, standing at six feet, five inches tall! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds! He is Holden Roooooosssssss!

Holden makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans, apparently all business. He ascendes the ring steps and pauses to wipe his feet on the mat before slipping into the ring. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and raises his fists into the air. After climbing down, he removes his jacket and drops it onto the apron for Tabitha to pick up. He then leans into his croner, looking bored, waiting for the match to start.

Sasha Greene: Introducing the next participant...from Orlando, Florida. He weighs 265 lbs, RAZOR BLADE!

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston begins to play. Razor Blade comes out from the back of the audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for the bell.

Sasha Greene: And finally, from Hangtown, Kentucky. He weighs 217 lbs, GRIMM!

The lights shift to a sickly shade of yellow. A pale glow, as if the arena has been cast in the harvest moon’s reflection off the season’s first killing frost. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the PCW-Tron. The name flickers in the guttering candle light.

Thump. Clap. Thump. Clap. An incessant electric tremolo. The deep end of a piano. The ebb and flow of a dissonant wail builds to a wall of noise as Zeal and Ardor’s “You Ain’t Coming Back (Instrumental)" breaks forth upon the masses, heralding the arrival of Grimm.

A lone silhouette steps out onto the entry way, and as it begins the long walk to the ring, candle wax drips onto the parchment. The lights fall into a pestilential throbbing, in and out of time with the discordance raging from the speakers. The Hangtown Horror remains deadset on the ring, steadfast in his approach. He climbs onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Hopping upon a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

The four men look around the ring at one another. Rick Majors holds up the Underground Title. Holden Ross and Razor Blade can be seen nodding as Majors holds the title in the air for a while. He then folds it up and hands it to the referee. The official passes it off to a ring attendant and is then handed the new PCW Genesis Championship. He raises it into the air in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And that’s what it’s all about folks, what a beautiful championship.

Ace Anderson: The winner of this match will get to be the first person to hold that belt. You can believe they all want that honor.

Pure Class Wrestling Genesis Championship
Elimination Match
Rick Majors vs Holden Ross vs Razor Blade vs Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo

DING!
DING!
DING!

Holden pounces on Razor Blade quicker than he can prepare for it. After several stiff shots, Holden throws Razor into both Rick Majors and Grimm. The combined strength of the two keeps Razor horizontal, but it leaves the door open for Holden to deliver a powerful spear. The impact of which dumps Razor onto the heads of his holders.

Jerry Andrews: Oh wow!

Holden dumps Razor out of the ring like a piece of garbage. Grimm is sent out to keep him from getting lonely. When he turns to exact some revenge on Majors, Razor and Grimm work together to drop Holden on his face. Majors takes advantage of the situation by hitting the Human Wrecking Ball with quick strikes.

Jerry Andrews: How does he like being the victim of the numbers game??

Ace Anderson: Holden has done nothing wrong to deserve this kind of bullying!

Holden is pulled under the bottom rope. Superman Punch! Holden drops to a knee. Grimm shoves Holden into Razor Blade, who then collides with the ring steps. Razor fires up and hits Grimm with a Superman Punch of his own! Even Majors gets decked as a counter to a suicide dive. Razor hops inside to work him over. An Irish whip to the corner gets reversed. Majors hits a spinning heel kick and lands on the apron. Razor staggers out of the corner.

The Big Dog charges and pays with a shoulder to the gut. Majors pulls him over the middle rope, then uses it for an assisted DDT on the floor! He gets up just in time to eat a haymaker of a clothesline from Holden Ross. With brute strength he picks Majors up by the throat only to deposit him in the third row! Grimm spins him around for a headbutt, rocking Holden against the rail and close to the laps of front row fans.

Jerry Andrews: The faithful are becoming part of the action!

Ace Anderson: Did they sign waivers first??

Grimm sidesteps Razor Blade, allowing him to spear Holden against the railing. Majors pulls him over backwards! As The Impact pummels him on the floor, Grimm turns his focus on Razor Blade. A flying shoulder block knocks him to the mat. Grimm steps on his throat with all of his weight cutting the oxygen off. Razor has enough strength to press Grimm's foot off.

The Hangtown Horror is only temporarily imbalanced. Razor takes a headbutt between the eyes before being rolled inside. Just before Grimm can enter the ring, however, he's dropped on his own head courtesy of Major Damage! Rick slides into the ring. He's met with a running clothesline. Majors remains on the apron, but finds himself being suplexed back inside. Razor sends Majors into a corner. Multiple clotheslines! Razor sends Rick to the opposite side, but it gets countered.

Jerry Andrews: Razor flies out of the corner...

Ace Anderson: HA! And right into the Centre of Attention!

Majors is unable to follow-up on things because Holden reemerges from out of nowhere with a Steamroller! Majors is sent awkwardly over the top rope from the raw power of Holden Ross. Pandaemonium's representative wastes little time in seizing control of Razor Blade. Sins of the Father! Holden rolls over and hooks the legs.

1!

2!

3!

Sasha Greene: Razor Blade has been eliminated! 

Holden is just about to celebrate when Grimm comes in to put the boots to him. No sooner does he do that does Rick join in. Grimm hasn't forgotten what happened to him, so he chops Majors in the throat while he continues to work Holden over. Majors gets ran into a corner and then has a blatant choke applied. He has to think quickly about an escape, finding one after a trio of knees into Grimm's ribs.

Majors hacks up a lung before he slices Grimm in the chest with a roundhouse kick. He wrenches on Grimm's arm and then follows it with a hook kick. Majors ducks an incoming clothesline from Holden. He goes for a reverse DDT in the process, but Holden counters with a running powerslam on top of Grimm! Holden leaves them stacked just to show the booing crowd how strong he is with a double world's strongest slam! Holden presses Majors down while he remains on Grimm...

1!

2!

Grimm gets his shoulder off the mat. Majors is thrown aside so Holden can attack Grimm. The Hangtown Horror is squeezed in a bearhug, but while he's off his feet. Holden suddenly sends Grimm airborne, catching him on his shoulders and then a punctuation in the form of a buckle bomb! Majors stuns Holden with a running forearm. He stops on a dime to hit a quick neckbreaker. Majors next zeroes in on Grimm with a running corner senton!

Majors pulls Grimm up to his feet. A brainbuster is blocked. He tries again for the same result. Grimm jams his forearm in Rick's midsection. Rick remains determined as he retaliates with half hatch knee strikes. This time he lifts Grimm up in a suplex, but Grimm swings his body around so that he shocks EVERYONE with a modified version of The Harvest!

Jerry Andrews: That could be it for Majors!

Ace Anderson: He should take a cue from the Underground title and just retire already.

Grimm goes for the pin, but Majors doesn't allow even a one as he wisely puts his foot on the bottom rope. Holden picks Grimm up, but the Crimson Demon swings behind the big man. Holden is sent shoulder first into the ring post! Grimm drags Majors carcass to the center of the ring. He goes for the pin again!

1!

2!

3---KICK OUT!

Grimm sits up with a cold stare for the referee. His eyes really ice over once Holden is in his crosshairs. A running knee snaps Holden's head back in the corner. Grimm pulls him to his feet and then across the ring with a whip. Running back elbow knocks Holden backwards against the ropes. Grimm ties him up in the ropes!

He unloads with strike after strike after strike. This gets followed by a violent Dead Reckoning! Holden's arms get untangled long enough for him to fall like a mighty redwood. Just as Grimm focuses on Majors, he's met with a quick kick to the midsection and dropped with Believe in This! Rick rolls Grimm over for the cover.

1!

2!

Grimm kicks out. Undeterred and fueled by a cheering faithful, he tries his luck with Holden Ross.

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

It's more of a press out, but you get the point. Rick remains in control of the match as he props his remaining two opponents in opposite corners. First he hits a running elbow on Holden. Then a running clothesline on Grimm. Grimm gets whipped into Holden. Majors charges in with a running boot! Grimm is sent back to his original corner. Holden is initially sent towards him, but he counters. Grimm pulls himself out of the way, leaving Majors to hit the buckles with authority. Pumphandle Driver! Holden hooks the legs.

1!

2!

3---SHOULDER!

Jerry Andrews: Incredible! Nobody has been able to make this a two-person race!

Grimm gets back body dropped onto Rick's knees! The Hangtown Horror is forced to roll outside as he painfully favors his lower lumbar. Holden manhandles Rick into a press slam. It appears like he's going to be dropped on Grimm, but Rick slips behind Holden with a sleeperhold! Holden turns himself around and goes back first to a corner, smashing Majors in the process.

But he hangs on! So Holden runs corner to corner with Rick getting more and more crushed each time. Rick falls dead center in the ring as Holden keeps his momentum going to the ropes. Grimm drives his forearms to the back of Holden's knees, putting him down immediately. Rick manages enough of a recovery to partially hit The Major Impact! Holden snaps right back up, but only to a knee. Grimm enters the fray. Hangtown Death Grip!

Ace Anderson: Fight it, Holden. Fight it!!

But there is no more fight left. Holden nearly breaks the submission, but Grimm is unrelenting in keeping it locked on until Holden finds himself in a pinning predicament from both Grimm AND Rick Majors!

1!

2!

3!

Sasha Greene: Holden Ross has been eliminated!

Majors and Grimm get to their feet as Ross is escorted from the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And now there are two….

Ace Anderson: One of these veterans is going to walk away with the Genesis title!

The two men circle one another, both to size each other up and to catch a bit of a breather before what is sure to be a hellacious one-on-one battle.

They finally lock up with Majors getting a brief advantage by locking on a side headlock. However, Grimm pushes him off into the ropes then hits him with a shoulder charge that sends Majors to the canvas. Majors quickly gets up and unloads on Grimm, hitting him with numerous punches.

Ace Anderson: Majors has lost it! Look at him!

Jerry Andrews: He’s doing what he thinks he needs to do to win this match!

Majors Irish whips Grimm into the ropes and hits him with a dropkick that sends Grimm over the top rope and onto the floor! Majors then slides out of the ring onto the floor with Grimm crawling along. Majors delivers several vicious kicks to the gut. Then Majors helps up Grimm and Irish whips him into the solid steel steps.

Jerry Andrews: That has got to hurt!

Ace Anderson: He will definitely feel that one in the morning. But this isn’t the Underground anymore, Rick! The referee is giving them some leeway, but he could be disqualified here. It’s a one-on-one match now.

Majors picks up Grimm and pushes him into the guardrail forcing Grimm to fall straight to the ground in pain. Majors now picks up Grimm and rolls him back into the ring with Majors sliding in right after him. Majors slowly walks over to Grimm still on the ground. Majors attempts to pick him up but Grimm blocks it off and rolls Majors into a small package.
1….
2…...
KICKOUT!

Jerry Andrews: Near fall.

Ace Anderson: That was close! Majors lost his focus for a moment and Grimm took advantage!

Jerry Andrews: He’s so dangerous!

Majors quickly gets up and clotheslines Grimm straight back to the canvas. Majors leans against the ropes to catch his breath as he waits for Grimm to get up from the canvas. Grimm slowly gets up and is met with a German suplex! Then Majors goes for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: 1…2… KICKOUT!

Majors continues pummelling Grimm with vicious lefts and rights to the head. Majors picks up Grimm and Irish whips him into the ropes, Majors leap frogs him and as Grimm comes back he hits Majors with a devastating clothesline. Grimm quickly picks up Majors and hits him with a short armed clothesline that sends Majors to the canvas! Grimm makes the quick cover:
1….
2…..

Ace Anderson: KICKOUT!

Grimm continues on the attack by hitting Majors with a suplex followed up by another short-armed clothesline then he goes for a spear, but Majors dodges it which causes Grimm to go head first into the middle turnbuckle in the corner! Majors seizes this opportunity by rolling Grimm up from behind:
1......
2......

Ace Anderson: KICKOUT!

Both men stand up, and Grimm slugs Majors right in the face with a forearm. He then knees him in the stomach and hits a DDT. Grimm goes for a cover and gets two. He then pulls Majors up and throws him into the corner. Majors staggers out of the corner and he’s dropped with a running shoulder block. Another cover by Grimm:
1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: Kickout!

Grimm pulls Majors up once more and sets him up for a suplex. Majors drops down behind Grimm and pushes him away. As Grimm turns around, Majors unleashes a roundhouse kick. Grimm grabs his leg before it hits him, then he shoves Majors down to the mat. He then stomps away on his opponent. Majors rolls out of the ring to escape.

Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD!

Just as Majors stands up on the outside, Grimm comes through the ropes with a suicide dive! It connects and Majors hits the floor with a thud! Grimm seems to be having trouble getting to his feet as well.

Jerry Andrews: Where did THAT come from!?

Grimm slowly stands up and he rolls Majors back into the ring. Grimm re-enters just as Majors is trying to use the ropes to pull himself up. He pulls Majors away from the ropes and drops him with a head butt. Grimm with a cover:
1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: Somehow Majors kicks out!

Grimm pulls Majors up… but Rick kicks him in the stomach…

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!!!

The cover:
1…..
2…..

Ace Anderson: Grimm. Kicked. Out!

Rick Majors is in shock. He rolls over on his back, looking up at the lights and breathing heavily.

Ace Anderson: I think that might have been all Majors had left in him. It was his final shot and Grimm took it and kicked out.

Rick Majors slowly… slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Grimm up but Grimm hits him with a series of strong head butts!

Jerry Andrews: DEAD RECKONING!!

Grimm with a cover:
1…..
2….

The referee stops counting right before hitting the mat for three. Rick Majors has managed to get his fingers underneath the bottom rope, breaking the count.

Ace Anderson: Wow. That was CLOSE. I’m pretty sure Grimm had him there.

Grimm slowly stands up. He reaches down to pick up Majors… but he’s rolled up!

1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: Did he get him!?

Ace Anderson: The referee is saying no! The match continues!

Both men slowly stagger up. Rick Majors spins…..

Jerry Andrews: Centre of Attention!

Ace Anderson: Followed by Tainted Excellence!!!

The cover:
1….
2….

GRIMM KICKS OUT!

Majors starts looking frustrated that he can’t put Grimm away. He sits on the mat with his head in his hands for a while before slowly getting back to his feet. He helps up Grimm only to hit him a brainbuster. Majors waits for Grimm to get up and once he does, Majors attempts Believe in This! but Grimm shoves him away at the last second. Then Grimm runs against the ropes and attempts a spear but instead before he can hit it, Majors hits him with a knee to the face! Majors now goes for another cover:

1…
2…
KICKOUT!

Ace Anderson: Majors had to know that wasn’t going to put Grimm away. He’s getting desperate now. He really wants this championship.

Majors goes about picking up Grimm, but Grimm hits Rick with numerous elbows to the gut. He then runs against the ropes with Majors leap frogging him. Majors attempts a clothesline but Grimm ducks out of the way. As Majors turns around for the next exchange, Grimm connects him with a spear. He then goes for a cover:

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

1….
2….
KICKOUT!

Grimm pulls Majors up once more. He takes him down with a reverse DDT. Grimm then waits for Majors to stand, holding onto the ropes to catch his breath. As Majors gets up, Grimm hits a savate kick right to Rick’s face! He falls to the mat in a heap. Another cover:

1….
2….

Jerry Andrews: KICKOUT!

Grimm slowly rolls off his opponent. As Majors stands up, Grim charges at him with a running lariat! Majors is thinking the same thing and he leaps forward with a clothesline of his own! Both men fall to the mat, hurt. The referee starts his ten count.

Jerry Andrews: These two PCW veterans are laying it all on the line here tonight.

Ace Anderson: At this point you have to put your personal opinions of each men aside and respect that they’re leaving it all in the ring. What a battle.

Jerry Andrews: And they’re both still down as the referee reaches seven….

8….
9…..
10!

The official gets to ten, but he doesn’t call for the bell.

Jerry Andrews: What’s going on here?

The referee is seen yelling to Sasha Greene, who picks up a microphone and speaks to the crowd.

Sasha Greene: “The referee has decided that this match MUST HAVE A WINNER. The match continues!”

The Faithful cheer. Majors and Grimm are slowly starting to stir.

Jerry Andrews: That’s going to be a call that will be debated for a while, but I have to say I agree with it. This is a special night and we all want to see a new Genesis Champion crowned here this evening!

Ace Anderson: Fight all night!

Jerry Andrews: It’s interesting that you say that, Ace, because there’s no time limit on this contest. It could go on forever and TBS has given us some extra airtime, but don’t you worry, we will show you the conclusion of this match on our website if needed!

Both men have made it to their feet now. Suddenly, Majors kicks Grimm in the stomach!

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!

Majors can barely move, despite being the one who hit the move. He finally manages to drape his arm across Grimm….

1….
2…..

Ace Anderson: No! Grimm got his shoulder up!

Jerry Andrews: The referee may have hit three, but he’s immediately shaking his head, saying the match isn’t over! Grimm was a split second away from losing this match, but it continues!

Ace Anderson: Majors took too long to cover him! 

Rick Majors slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Grimm up…

Jerry Andrews: HEADBUTT!

Ace Anderson: AND THE HARVEST!!!

Grimm with a cover now:

1…..
2….

Jerry Andrews: I think he got the shoulder up!

Ace Anderson: The referee is saying he did… wow! It look like three but apparently this match continues!

Both competitors are clearly exhausted. They use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet, the PCW Faithful cheering them on every step of the way. They step toward one another. Grimm swings with a punch. It connects, rocking Majors. Majors wildly swings back but misses. Grimm throws another big right hand. Majors dodges this one. He grabs Grimm by the head. Double underhook.

Jerry Andrews: Major Impact!

Rick Majors falls on top of Grimm:

1…..
2….
3!!!

DING
DING
DING!

Jerry Andrews: It’s over! He did it! Rick Majors is champion!

Ace Anderson: Somehow, some way, he has defeated Grimm! Rick Majors is the new Genesis Champion!

“Wastelands” plays as both Majors and Grimm remain on the canvas. Slowly they both sit up. The referee hands Rick the new Genesis Championship. He looks at it shock and slowly makes his way to his feet, using the ropes. Majors is very unsteady on his feet, but he still manages to raise the championship in the air!

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match, and NEW PCW Genesis Champion: RICK "THE IMPACT" MAJORS!!!!

Jerry Andrews: It’s a new era in PCW! The Genesis Title is officially back!

Grimm is about to leave the ring when Rick Majors stops him. He extends his hand out and Grimm takes it. The two shake hands and then Grimm steps through the ropes to the outside. Major raises the title over his head once more before collapsing to his knees. 

Jerry Andrews: Thank you for watching! Good night everyone!

- CLICK -

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