Sunday, March 2, 2025

HCW Wrestling Newsletter 2025 #1076 – 3/2


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 

            
Kellyn Chrisari                        Alex Justice













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.