Hello wrestling fans and welcome back to another installment of the HCW Wrestling Newsletter. We have a great show lined up for you tonight. The Dark Dominion introduces a new member of the group making them stronger than ever. Jax Brenner, the Alaskan Wildman, has a message for his nemesis The Yeti. La Famiglia Marconi are going to be in tag team action tonight. Steel Justice will also see action tonight. ‘Viperfang’ Korbi Kong will be on hand to address her loss to Luciana Albano and not securing the World Ladies Title for the Dark Dominion. In our Main Event, Million Dollar Alliance member and the current HCW Mens World Champion the Rich Athlete will be in action defending his title.
Let’s introduce you to the newest member of the HCW/Dark
Dominion roster:
Talia Nocturne
Talia
Nocturne's Backstory and Introduction to the Dark Dominion
Talia Nocturne's origins are shrouded in mystery, her past a
tangled web of psychological instability and dark ambition. Raised in a
secluded, remote town, Talia always had a peculiar fascination with the concept
of "healing." But not in the traditional sense. Her idea of healing
was not about nurturing or helping people—it was about curing their flaws,
their weaknesses, and their very souls.
From a young age, Talia was drawn to medicine. But while
other children would play doctor with stuffed animals, Talia conducted bizarre
"treatments" on the town's stray animals, trying to "fix"
their supposed imperfections. As she grew older, her obsession with healing
turned darker, her methods more twisted. Talia studied medicine and psychology,
but her true interests lay in experimenting with the boundaries of life and
death. She became obsessed with the idea of cleansing the body and soul,
removing impurities, and "curing" what she saw as the human
condition.
It wasn't long before her obsession with "fixing"
people led to disturbing acts. Townsfolk started disappearing after seeking Talia's
care. Whispers of a "cursed nurse" spread, but Talia always kept her
innocence, claiming she was only trying to help. Those who questioned her
sanity were never seen again, leading to Talia’s eventual expulsion from her
community.
With nowhere else to turn, Talia wandered the streets, her
mind unraveling further, until one fateful night, she was approached by a
figure who had been watching her from the shadows—Count Vlad.
Count Vlad’s Discovery of Talia
Nocturne:
Count Vlad, the sinister leader of the Dark Dominion, had
been following Talia for quite some time. The chaos that surrounded her had
caught his attention, but it wasn’t just her madness that intrigued him—it was
the potential she possessed. He recognized a kindred spirit in her twisted
obsession with power and control. Her understanding of pain and suffering, of
healing through destruction, mirrored the Dark Dominion's core philosophies.
Vlad saw an opportunity to bring her into his fold, not as a simple servant,
but as a key figure who could reshape the Dominion from within.
One night, as Talia wandered aimlessly in a near catatonic
state, she was approached by Vlad. He spoke to her not in promises of grandeur,
but in the language of her obsession—healing, purging, curing those who were
"broken." Vlad offered her a place within his faction, a chance to
truly "fix" the broken world around her. His words resonated deeply
with Talia, who had long considered herself the only one capable of
"saving" others. To her, Vlad's words were not a command, but a
validation of her beliefs. She accepted his offer without hesitation.
Talia’s Role in the Dark Dominion:
Now a part of the Dark Dominion, Talia Nocturne serves as
the faction’s twisted caretaker and enforcer. While Count Vlad rules with a
calculated and terrifying grip, Talia ensures that those within the Dominion
who fail to meet his standards are dealt with harshly. Her methods are
unorthodox—delivering “prescriptions” that involve both physical torment and
psychological manipulation. With a clipboard in hand, she monitors the members
of the Dominion, obsessively keeping track of their successes and failures.
Her entrance to the ring is always preceded by eerie music
and the flickering of lights. A fog machine billows across the floor as Talia,
wearing her sinister nurse’s outfit, walks to the ring with a chilling grin,
clutching her blood-stained clipboard. Her twisted logic and obsessive nature
are reflected in every step she takes, every move she makes. She sees herself
as a healer—a savior to the Dominion who must purge any weakness that threatens
its dominance.
Her two finishing moves, the “Nurse’s Prescription”
and “Nightmare Choke”, embody the cruel nature of her methods. The
powerbomb is a brutal and decisive cure to anyone who fails to measure up to
the standards she’s set, while the Nightmare Choke is a suffocating submission
that mimics the feeling of being strapped to a hospital bed, unable to escape
the "treatment."
Introduction:
The lights in the arena flicker erratically, sending shadows
racing across the floor. A low, haunting melody begins to play, and a thick fog
fills the air. The audience murmurs in fear as a figure steps into view,
holding a bloodstained clipboard. She is dressed in a dark, high-collared
nurse’s uniform—black, crimson, and purple, with arcane symbols etched onto her
sleeves. Her tightly wound curls fall around her face as she approaches the
ring, her eyes wide and unblinking, a sinister smile stretching across her
lips.
Announcer:
"Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves... The Nurse from Nightmares... Talia
Nocturne!"
The crowd’s murmur turns to uneasy silence as Talia walks out, accompanied by Count Vlad, and they head to the ring before stepping into the ring. She looks around at the audience, her expression manic yet controlled, as if she’s carefully considering which "patient" will be "treated" next. With one last glance at the clipboard, she tosses it aside, ready to administer her brand of twisted justice.
Match #1: Phoenix
Blaze vs Talia Nocturne w/ Count Vlad
Mike ‘The Voice’ Johnson: "Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up because this one is going to be a wild ride! Phoenix Blaze, the fiery fan favorite, takes on the eerie and unpredictable Talia Nocturne, who is accompanied by the ever-sinister Count Vlad!"
Johnny ‘The Hammer’ Harris:
"And you know Vlad is gonna be a factor here, Mike. That man has the moral
compass of a rattlesnake. Phoenix needs eyes in the back of her head!"
The bell rings, and Phoenix comes out fast, looking to use
her agility, but Talia matches her move for move. The two exchange holds and
counters, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Mike:
"Fast-paced start, both women testing each other out—wait, Phoenix locks
in the Hussy Lock! This could be trouble!"
Johnny:
"Not so fast! Talia slips out of it like a ghost in the night!"
Phoenix tries to maintain control, but Talia counters with a
Skyward Suplex Olympic Slam, shaking the ring with impact.
Mike:
"OH! That’s pure devastation! Talia plants her like a bad
investment!"
Vlad (smirking at ringside):
"Did you see that? My dear Talia is a healer, but she loves to break
people first!"
Phoenix rallies back with a Leg Trap Crossface, wrenching
Talia’s neck back as the crowd roars.
Johnny:
"She’s got it cinched in! Talia might tap!"
Vlad (laughing):
"Oh, please! My Talia does not tap. She endures."
Talia escapes and cracks Phoenix with a Slingblade, keeping
the momentum shifting. Then, Count Vlad makes his presence felt, taunting
Phoenix as Talia recovers.
Mike:
"Oh, come on! Vlad just threw her off her game!"
Johnny:
"It’s like fighting a ghost and a vampire at the same time!"
Phoenix shakes it off and launches Talia with a Fallaway
Slam, only for Talia to respond with a vicious Inverted DDT. The battle rages
on, neither woman backing down.
But then, Phoenix makes a mistake. She tries to retaliate
against Vlad, but the distraction costs her precious time!
Vlad (mocking her):
"Oh dear, Phoenix, your fire burns so bright, yet you let your rage blind
you!"
Phoenix comes back strong, landing a Double Underhook
Suplex, but Talia won’t stay down. Another Slingblade plants Phoenix hard, and
the match is slipping away from her.
Johnny:
"She’s gotta do something quick! Talia’s in the driver’s seat!"
Then comes the game-changer—Talia pulls out her infamous
Doctor’s Bag and SMACKS Phoenix with it while Honest Abe’s back is turned!
Mike:
"Oh, come on! That thing’s loaded, I guarantee it!"
Johnny:
"You think Honest Abe is gonna check? He trusts everybody!"
Phoenix stumbles outside, barely making it back into the
ring before the count. But she’s weakened. Vlad senses blood in the water and
distracts her just long enough for Talia to strike again.
Vlad (grinning):
"Phoenix, you fight so hard… but sometimes, the fight is already
lost."
With one last Antagonize Foe distraction from Vlad, Talia
capitalizes, dragging Phoenix into a brutal pin attempt!
Mike:
"NO! Not like this!"
Referee:
"One… two… THREE!"
Johnny:
"It’s over! Talia steals the win!"
Vlad (grinning at the camera):
"Oh, what a match! My dear Phoenix, you burn so bright… but in the end,
the darkness always wins."
Talia kneels over Phoenix, tilting her head, whispering
something unintelligible before giggling maniacally. Vlad claps, beaming like a
proud father.
Mike:
"That was an absolute war, but Talia Nocturne and Count Vlad once again
prove they’ll do whatever it takes!"
Johnny:
"Phoenix fought her heart out, but against this kind of madness? She never
stood a chance."
We head backstage for some words that the Alaskan
Wildman Jax Brenner has for his nemesis, the Yeti.
There is a commotion backstage as we cut back there to see what is going on and we find Jax on the rampage and Molly nowhere to be seen. As the camera man approaches, Jax rushed forward and grabs the front of the camera looking into in intently as he snarls "Yeti!!! I know what you are doing... You don't care about Molly, you are just using her as a pawn to get in my head! Well you are about to find out that in my head is a very DANGEROUS place to be!!! Jax pulls the camera out of the cameraman's hands and slams it to the floor.
We head back to the ring for our next match.
The Smashers come out first to massive booing from
the crowd. They yell back at the fans
with some not-so-nice words and laugh when they take offense. They climb into the ring and continue
increasing the ire of the fans until the music changed and out comes La
Famiglia Marconi. Rolf and Dominic come
out to a HUGE pop from the crowd. The
Italian duo shake hands with the fans and make their way down to the ring.
Match #2: Dominic
& Rolf Marconi vs the Smashers
Dominic Marconi Rolf Marconi
VS
Smasher #1 Smasher
#2
Mike ‘the Voice’ Johnson: "Welcome to HCW
action, folks! The Italian Thoroughbred, Dominic Marconi, starts things off,
but he's immediately facing an onslaught from the Smashers! And with
'Slow-Count' Sam officiating, you know these two bruisers are going to take
every shortcut they can!"
Johnny ‘the Hammer’ Harris: "That’s right,
Mike! And look at this—double-team tactics right out of the gate! The Smashers
are all over Dominic like a bad debt! Forearm smash! Stomp! They’re setting the
tone early!"
Dominic
fights back, executing a hip roll, but the Smashers continue to double-team
him, wearing him down with their relentless offense. A brutal double-hand choke
from Smasher #2 slows Dominic's momentum, followed by a picture-perfect Russian
legsweep from Smasher #1.
Mike Johnson: "Dominic is getting battered here! He
needs to make a tag, but the Smashers are keeping him isolated."
The
Smashers maintain control with a devastating powerbomb, but Dominic finally
fires back with a massive head-first body slam! The crowd roars as he shakes
off the beating and goes for a figure-four armbar, but the Smashers break it up
with yet another double-team attack!
Johnny Harris: "Slow-Count Sam might as well
not even be here! How is this still legal?!"
The
beatdown continues as the Smashers execute a sickening steel smasher, followed
by Smasher #2’s signature Fade to Black! He covers Dominic
for the pin—
ONE...TWO...
Mike Johnson: "Dominic KICKS OUT! The fans are coming
unglued!"
The
match grinds to a halt for a moment as both men reset, but then Dominic FINALLY
makes the hot tag to Rolf Marconi! Rolf storms in like a man possessed,
leveling Smasher #2 with a backbreaker before locking in the dreaded Italian Crab! The crowd erupts as
the Smashers are finally on the defensive!
Johnny Harris: "It’s about time! The Marconis
are back in this fight!"
Dominic
tags back in and hits a hip roll, then a power forearm! Smasher #2 is in
trouble, but before Dominic can capitalize, the Smashers resort to another
desperate double-team, cutting him off with a spinning back elbow and a vicious
forearm smash!
Mike Johnson: "Oh, come on! These guys have no
honor!"
Dominic,
barely able to stand, ducks a forearm smash, counters with a backbreaker, and
traps Smasher #2 in another submission hold! But the Smasher doesn’t tap,
instead managing to tag in his partner, Smasher #1! The Smashers attempt one last flurry, but
Dominic fights back! He neutralizes a forearm smash and finally, finally tags
in Rolf! The fans explode as Rolf enters, fists flying, setting the stage for
an explosive finish. As the action
reaches a fever pitch, chaos erupts! All four men spill into the ring, brawling
wildly as 'Slow-Count' Sam struggles to maintain control. The Smashers and the
Marconis trade brutal strikes, neither team backing down. The timekeeper
suddenly rings the bell!
Mike Johnson: "Wait a minute—what's going on
here?!"
Johnny Harris: "The time limit has expired!
This match is a DRAW!"
The
brawl continues even after the bell, security rushing down to separate the
teams. The crowd is on its feet, chanting for the Marconis as Dominic and Rolf
lunge at the Smashers, desperate to keep the fight going.
Mike Johnson: "This is far from over, folks! The
Marconis and the Smashers are at each other’s throats, and something tells me
they won’t rest until there's a decisive winner!"
The
Smashers retreat to the ramp, glaring at the Marconis, who stand tall in the
ring. After the match had ended, Tony
and Sal Albano rushed down and attacked the already weakened Marconi brothers.
Tony
Albano Salvatore
Albano
That
didn’t last long as Tony Ricca and Lou Albano III rushed down and chased the
attackers away. Tony and Lou stood with
Rolf and Dominic as the fans popped. All
four men left together.
We head backstage and are in the office of GM Max McGillicutty. He is busy working away at something when Pierre Boulay storms into his office.
Max McGillicutty Pierre Boulay
Pierre says that the New Sicilians are purposely
being left off TV and demands they get more airtime. Without skipping a beat, Max grants the
request but tells Pierre that they are set to wrestle tonight and he’d better
hurry and get out there and prepare his team for their match. Pierre, stunned for a moment, then rushes out
of the office. Max chuckles.
The
bell has barely finished ringing when the arena lights dim, and an eerie,
ominous tune echoes through the HCW arena. The crowd murmurs with unease as
Count Vlad strides onto the stage, his crimson-lined cape billowing as he
gestures dramatically toward the entrance.
Behind
him, ‘Viperfang’ Korbi Kong emerges, her expression cold and calculated. The
two make their way to the ring with deliberate menace, ignoring the jeers from
the fans. Vlad steps through the ropes first, raising his hands to quiet the
restless audience before pulling a microphone from his coat pocket.
Count
Vlad (smirking, amused): "Ah, listen to them, Korbi. The foolish
masses... they think they are safe because you do not have the championship
around your waist. They think you have been defeated."
He
chuckles, shaking his head as if addressing a group of naïve children.
Count
Vlad:
"You people never learn, do you? You see, a true predator does not stop
hunting simply because one meal escapes. No, no, no..." (He wags a finger,
his voice lowering to an eerie whisper.) "It only makes them
hungrier."
He
gestures toward Korbi with an almost paternal pride.
Count
Vlad:
"Luciana Albano survived—barely. But survival is not victory. No, victory
is inevitable for my Viperfang. And when she strikes again… well, let’s just
say, this time… no one will be there to save your precious champion."
A
wicked grin crosses his face as he hands the microphone to Korbi.
KORBI
KONG ADDRESSES HER LOSS
Korbi
takes a moment, pacing slightly before finally speaking, her voice laced with
controlled fury.
Korbi
Kong:
"I don’t make excuses. I don’t whine. What happened was simple—Luciana
Albano escaped. That’s all. She didn’t beat me. No one beats me. And sooner
rather than later, she’s going to realize that."
She
glares toward the hard camera.
Korbi
Kong:
"Luciana, you got lucky. But luck doesn’t last. And next time, when I wrap
these arms around your scrawny little neck, there won’t be a referee, a time
limit, or a miracle to save you."
The
crowd boos, but before Korbi can continue—
Suddenly,
Felicia Cummings’ music hits, and the crowd erupts in a mix of boos and
curiosity. The self-assured, cocky Felicia struts onto the stage with a
microphone in hand, smirking as she waves off Vlad and Korbi like they’re
beneath her.
Felicia
Cummings:
"Ohhh, Korbi… are you still out here crying about losing? I mean,
honestly, I expected better from the so-called ‘Viperfang.’ You were supposed
to be a big, bad predator… but what I saw in your match? That was more like a
declawed house cat!"
The
crowd Oooohs as Korbi clenches her jaw, her grip tightening on the microphone.
Felicia
slowly saunters down the ramp, continuing her verbal assault.
Felicia
Cummings:
"You want everyone to believe you’re this unstoppable force, but all I see
is a woman who had her shot… and choked." (She pauses, tapping her chin
mockingly.) "Kinda like your pal Vlad here—always talking, always
plotting, but when it matters most? Just another failure."
Vlad
narrows his eyes, but his smirk remains as if amused by Felicia’s arrogance.
Felicia
Cummings:
"But hey, if you’re so desperate to prove yourself, why don’t you stop
whining and actually fight? In fact… why don’t you fight me—right here, right
now?"
The
fans perk up at the challenge, sensing the tension between the two. Korbi steps
forward, glaring at Felicia with unblinking intensity.
Korbi
Kong:
"You want to step into this ring with me? Fine. But when I’m done with
you, you’ll wish you stayed in your sister’s shadow where you belong."
Felicia
smirks, rolling her shoulders, ready to go.
Felicia
Cummings:
"Oh honey, trust me, I never stay in the shadows… but after tonight?
That’s exactly where you’ll be."
Korbi drops the mic, and the referee rushes down to the ring, signaling for the bell—THE MATCH IS ON!
Match #3: Felicia Cummings vs ‘Viperfang’ Korbi Kong w/Count Vlad
Felicia starts off with a rolling leglock and Korbi
drops her with a running shoulder block.
Felicia is back on her feet but Korbi viciously throws her into the turnbuckle and Felicia falls to her
knees. Korbi moves in only to have Felicia lock in an
armbar. Korbi grabs the ropes to break
the hold and Felicia then locks it in again.
Showing off her pure power, Korbi picks up Felicia
with ease and holds her high above her head.
She brings her back to her shoulder and then rushes across the ring
hitting a HUGE powerslam. Felicia’s
back, hurt from the turnbuckle shot, could not kick out and the ref counted
1…2…3! Korbi Kong gets the win in just 4
minutes in dominating fashion. Felicia
is writhing on the ground holding her back.
Korbi looks at her once, sneering, and then looks at the camera and
announces she is not out of the title picture just yet and everyone with a
title needs to be afraid…very afraid.
She and Vlad then head to the back.
Felicia is helped to the back by the ref.
As Felicia disappeared behind the curtain, the
lights go off again but come back on seconds later. Johnny ‘the
Hammer’ Harris asks (to no one in particular) “Is this arena
cursed?”
Our next match is ready to get underway. Steel Justice – Kellyn Chrisari and Alex
Justice – come out first to a huge pop from the crowd. They interact with the fans and then climb
into the ring. The music almost
immediately changes and out comes the New Sicilians – Dirty Dick Albano and
Vicious Vinnie Albano – with their manager Pierre Boulay. They are booed heavily as they walk to the
ring. Dick and Vinnie take great pleasure
in flipping the fans off. They get right
into the ring and attack Steel Justice kicking this one off.
Match #4: The New
Sicilians w/Pierre Boulay vs Steel Justice
Dick Albano Vinnie Albano Pierre Boulay
VS
The
match started with Kellyn "The Raven Archer" Chrisari taking the
fight to "Dirty" Dick Albano, landing a massive Eagle’s Talon Slam
right out of the gate. But Albano proved he could dish it out just as well,
landing a Rising Knee Strike that rocked Chrisari and forced him to tag in Alex
"Skyhawk" Justice. Justice came in hot, taking to the skies with a
Wings Embrace Flying Crossbody, nearly getting the early pin!
However,
The New Sicilians weren’t about to go down easy. Boulay made his first move of
the night, sneaking a foreign object into the hands of Vinnie Albano, who took
full advantage to batter Justice. The match spilled outside the ring, where
Justice landed a Justice Dive, keeping Steel Justice in the fight!
Mike
"The Voice" Johnson: "Skyhawk Justice is fearless! He’s
taking the fight right to The New Sicilians, but Pierre Boulay is the wild card
here!"
Johnny
"The Hammer" Harris: "And there he is again! Boulay just
grabbed Chrisari—setting him up for a cheap shot!"
The
bout raged on as both teams traded momentum. A brutal Starboard Smash from
Vinnie nearly turned the tide, but Chrisari fought back, nailing a Quiver
Dropkick that stunned Dirty Dick. Just when it seemed Steel Justice had the
advantage, Boulay struck again, smashing Chrisari with a chair! Dirty Dick
nearly stole the win right there, but Chrisari miraculously kicked out!
In
the final moments, Steel Justice rallied. Justice and Chrisari hit a perfectly
executed double-team assault, sending Vinnie Albano to the outside. Boulay,
desperate to save his team, blatantly interfered one too many times, drawing
the referee’s ire. As Chrisari soared with a Raven’s Flight Body Press, the
official had seen enough—disqualifying The New Sicilians due to Boulay’s
blatant interference!
Mike
"The Voice" Johnson: "Ladies and gentlemen, what a battle
we just witnessed! Steel Justice took on The New Sicilians in a hard-hitting
tag team contest, and this one had everything—technical wrestling, high-flying
action, and, of course, the underhanded tactics of Pierre Boulay!"
Johnny
"The Hammer" Harris: "You had to expect it, Mike! The New
Sicilians never play fair, and with Boulay lurking at ringside, you knew he was
going to make his presence felt!"
After
the match ended, the New Sicilians—Dirty Dick Albano, Vicious Vinnie Albano,
and their manager Pierre Boulay—had one thing in mind: inflict more damage. The
trio immediately grabbed steel chairs and began to viciously assault Steel
Justice, targeting both Alex 'Skyhawk' Justice and Kellyn 'the Raven Archer'
Chrisari. The sound of the chairs crashing against their backs echoed through
the arena, with the crowd groaning in disbelief at the brutality.
But
just as it seemed like the beating would go on forever, the unmistakable
figures of La Famiglia Marconi—Dominic and Rolf Marconi—rushed down to the
ring. Dominic, his muscular frame cutting through the air, grabbed a chair of
his own and swung it with power, knocking Vinnie Albano to the mat. Rolf wasn't
far behind, using his size and strength to clear the ring of the New Sicilians'
interference. Pierre Boulay, realizing the tide had turned, hurriedly signaled
for his men to retreat, and they quickly scrambled out of the ring, their heels
echoing as they fled.
Steel
Justice, battered but not broken, stood tall in the ring, their backs to the
Marconis, showing their appreciation for the timely save. The crowd roared in
approval as La Famiglia Marconi stood tall, their presence a reminder that when
the odds are stacked against you, you can always count on family.
We head backstage now for a promo from the World
Champion – The Rich Athlete.
Backstage Promo:
The camera
cuts backstage to a lavish, gold-trimmed locker room. The Rich Athlete, draped
in an impeccably tailored robe, stands front and center. His World Championship
belt is slung over his shoulder, gleaming under the bright lights. Ruth
Heartless stands beside him, her cold, calculating eyes locked on the camera.
The air reeks of wealth, power, and arrogance.
(Flashing a bright, toothy grin, he turns to
the camera, his voice dripping with confidence)
The
Rich Athlete: "Well, well, well… tonight’s the night,
baby! And let me tell you something, there ain't a man, woman, or child in this
building who can hold a candle to the champion... the man, the legend, the one
and only—the Rich Athlete! Wooooo!"
He throws
a mock chop in the air, a cocky strut following as he paces back and forth.
The
Rich Athlete: "Now, they wanna tell me about some Ivan
Dragovich comin' in here, thinkin’ he can take my title? Ha! Let me tell you
something, Ivan, you’re a wannabe—just like every other poor sap in this
business who’s ever thought they could stand toe-to-toe with the nature boy of
this generation! Wooooo!
You're not
the first fool to step into the ring with me, and you won’t be the last, but
when it’s all said and done, baby, you’re gonna be just another guy who thought
he could play with the big dogs and got run over by the limousine-ridin’,
jet-flyin’, kiss-stealin’, wheelin’-dealin’ World Champion!"
He grins
wide, slapping the title over his shoulder with pride.
The
Rich Athlete: "You see this belt right here?
This—this represents everything you’ll never have, Ivan! It represents style,
it represents flair, and it represents the wealth, the luxury, the power that
only a man like me can claim! You? You're just a washed-up, no-good brute,
living in the past like some overblown amateur. You got that 'Rocky' mentality,
huh? Oh, I fight with heart! I fight with guts! Well, I don’t need heart and
guts, Ivan—I need cash, I need class, and I need a championship that I earned
with every bit of my superior genetics, my perfect timing, and the fact that no
one... no one is ever gonna be on my level!"
He pauses
and stares directly into the camera, his expression growing serious, but still
dripping with arrogance.
"You
see, Ivan, you’re not just fighting for the World Title tonight. No, no. You're
fighting to try and stand in the same arena as me, to step into the same ring
with greatness. And let me tell you something, baby, no matter how hard you
try, you’ll never be able to match what I’ve got. Wooooo!"
Ruth
Heartless gives a cold smirk as the Rich Athlete adjusts his suit, eyeing the
camera with a mixture of disgust and disdain.
Ruth
Heartless: (In her ice-cold tone) "And tonight,
when the Rich Athlete retains that title, you’ll all realize what we’ve known
all along: he’s not just the best—he’s the only one who matters."
The
Rich Athlete:
(With a final laugh, he gives the camera one last smug look) "So take a
good look, Ivan. Take a good look, everybody. Because after tonight, when the
dust settles, the only thing left will be the name Rich Athlete, baby!
Wooooo!"
He lets
out another loud, exaggerated woo as he turns and walks off, Ruth following
closely behind, both leaving an undeniable air of dominance in their wake.
Ivan Dragovich comes out first and is booed
heavily. He flexes his muscles and walks
to the ring with a look of disdain on his face for these (ungrateful)
fans. He gets into the ring and motions
with his hands like he’s going to break something. The
music then changes and the booing intensifies as the Rich Athlete, World Title
over his shoulder, struts out with Ruth at his side. He holds the title high and the fans booing
just gets louder. He smiles and the duo
head to the ring. Ivan stepped over to
the ropes trying to intimidate the Rich Athlete but he motions to the ref to
get Ivan to back up so he can enter.
The Rich Athlete gets into the ring, struts around and then walks up to
Ivan and “WOOOs” in his face. He steps
back laughing. He hands the title to the
ref who holds it up and then places it with the ring attendant. Ruth leaves and the match begins.
Match #5: The Main
Event for the Mens World Title: The Rich
Athlete w/ Ruth Heartless vs Ivan Dragovich
The Rich Athlete Ruth Heartless Ivan Dragovich
This one was over before it even began.
Ivan Dragovich, determined to make a
statement, started the match with a powerful headbutt that rocked the Rich
Athlete. But before Ivan could capitalize, Ruth Heartless distracted the
referee, allowing the Rich Athlete to hit Ivan with a cheap low blow, followed
by a vicious chop block to the knee.
Seizing the opportunity, the Rich
Athlete set up his Seven Figure Suplex, planting Ivan with brutal precision.
With a sneer, he placed his feet on the ropes for leverage as he made the
cover. The referee, still oblivious to the cheating, counted—1… 2… 3!
In under 60 seconds, the Rich
Athlete retained his World Championship, his smug grin growing wider as the
bell rang. Ivan was left on the mat, stunned and furious, while the Rich
Athlete stood tall, relishing his victory.
But Ivan wasn’t ready to go down
quietly. He lunged toward the Rich Athlete, looking to exact some measure of
revenge. However, before he could get his hands on him, the rest of the Million
Dollar Alliance—Sterling Silverman and TV Champion Evan Stockwell—rushed the
ring. Together, they laid a savage beatdown on Ivan, leaving him helpless in
the middle of the ring.
With no friends backstage to help, Ivan had no
one to turn to until…
…the US Champion, Zack ‘the Commando’ Brown, came charging out of the back with a steel chair in hand. Zack swung the chair with fury, sending the Million Dollar Alliance scrambling for the exits.
The Rich Athlete took a moment to mouth off to Zack from
the safety of the ramp, but when Zack started coming after him, swinging the
chair in his direction, the Million Dollar Alliance hastily retreated up the
ramp, looking back at Zack with disdain.
Zack starts to head back to the ring.
After Zack chases off
the Million Dollar Alliance, Ivan slowly pulls himself up to his feet, glaring
at the US Champion as he continues to clear the ring. Instead of looking
thankful, Ivan’s face contorts with rage, his fists clenching tightly. He exits the ring and goes to stand in front
of the Commando.
Ivan
Dragovich:
(In a low, guttural
tone, as he slowly limps towards Zack, eyes burning with fury)
"Who do you think you are? Huh? You think you’re helping me? I don’t need
your help, American
hero! I’m not some charity case, not some rookie who needs
saving from the likes of you!"
Ivan shoves past Zack,
scowling as he seethes with anger.
Ivan
Dragovich:
"I don’t need anyone coming to my rescue. This was my fight, and
you… you
made it worse! Stay out of my way next time, or I’ll make sure you regret
it!"
He sneers, pointing a finger
in Zack’s chest before walking off, still fuming. The crowd boos as Ivan storms
to the back, clearly unwilling to accept that anyone, even a fellow face like
Zack, could ever help him in his moment of weakness.
As Ivan
storms off, clearly furious at Zack's intervention, Zack eventually follows and the camera cuts
back to the announce table.
Mike
'the Voice' Johnson:
"Well, folks, what a chaotic scene we just witnessed! The Rich
Athlete retains his title in less than a minute. With help from his Million Dollar Alliance,
they made a statement and then Ivan Dragovich—who was already left in a
heap—finds himself furious
at Zack 'the Commando' Brown for coming to his aid!"
Johnny
'the Hammer' Harris:
(Chuckling) "Yeah,
Mike, that’s what you get when you're a loner like Ivan Dragovich—too proud, too
stubborn to accept help from anyone, even when he clearly needed it! You'd
think he'd appreciate Zack chasing off the Million Dollar Alliance, but nope,
he’s too busy stewing in his own rage. This guy’s a loose cannon,
and it’s no wonder the fans don’t like him!"
Mike
'the Voice' Johnson:
"Absolutely, Johnny. And let’s not forget the Rich Athlete—he’s
still smugly
standing tall as World Champion, even after a ridiculously fast victory. That
match was over before it even started, but you gotta give him credit. When you
have someone like Ruth Heartless in your corner, and the backup of the Million
Dollar Alliance, you can make things go your way quickly."
Johnny
'the Hammer' Harris:
(Laughing) "Yeah,
Johnny. We’ll definitely have to keep our eyes on that situation. But for
tonight, it’s all about the Rich Athlete, who, despite the chaos, remains on
top—still holding that World Championship. And, of course, Zack 'the Commando'
Brown might have made an enemy in Ivan Dragovich tonight, but one thing’s for
sure: he’s not afraid to stand up to anyone, even if it’s for the wrong
reasons."
Mike
'the Voice' Johnson:
"That’s right. And with the Million Dollar Alliance running wild,
and guys like Zack Brown ready to throw down, there’s no telling what’s next
for this
crazy situation!"
Johnny
'the Hammer' Harris:
"Folks, that’s it for tonight’s action! We’ll be back next week
with more high-stakes wrestling, drama, and plenty of surprises so Stay Tuned!
For now, though, it’s goodbye from us, and we’ll see you next week!"
The camera zooms out as
the show fades off the air.
Stay tuned as there is much more to come.
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