HCW Wrestling Newsletter 2025 #1142 – 10/04- Live Wire
The show opens cold, no commentary, no crowd shots. Instead, we fade into a dimly lit chamber. Heavy curtains blot out the outside world. Candles flicker against stone walls lined with antique books and strange relics. Count Vlad sits in an ornate, high-backed chair, his eyes fixed on a crystal screen replaying the closing moments of NPCW’s Chill Factor. We see Krampus striking Wilber Townsend, then the Demonic Legion swarming in.
Count Vlad:
"So… this is what you call betrayal? This… pack of frostbitten hyenas dares to put their hands on my Terror Fang… on a loyal son of the Dark Dominion?!"
He rises from his chair, voice growing sharper, echoing off the chamber walls.
Count Vlad:
"Krampus! You lumbering beast! You believe you have discovered darkness because you hide in the snow and howl with your Legion? No… you have only stumbled into the shallows. The Dominion swims in the deepest abyss. You think you know fear? We do not dabble in fear—we are architects of despair. We shape it, we weaponize it, we make the world bow before it."
He gestures toward the screen as it replays Krampus’s threat. (See the main event of NPCW Chill Factor here).
Count Vlad:
"‘The darkness of NPCW belongs to the Demonic Legion,’ you say? Fool! Darkness does not belong to you, nor to me, nor to any one creature! Darkness is eternal. It chooses who is worthy to wield it. And Krampus… it has never chosen you."
Vlad steps closer to the camera now, his face half-illuminated by candlelight, his voice lowering to a venomous hiss.
Count Vlad:
"The Demonic Legion dares cross the Dominion, and in doing so, you have crossed me. And I do not forgive. You wanted to make an example of Wilber Townsend? Instead, you have forged the chain that will drag you down into our pit. Krampus… Jack Frost… Grinch Heyman… consider this your only warning. You believe the cold embraces you—but soon you will feel a darkness that even the ice cannot smother. The Dominion is watching. The Dominion is waiting. And when we strike… it will not be with winter’s chill…"
He bares his teeth in a cold smile.
Count Vlad:
"…it will be with eternal night."
The screen flickers out, the chamber swallowed in shadow.
Cut to Arena – Commentary
The Live Wire intro music and graphics roll. The camera pans across a loud crowd, signs waving, fans on their feet. Then we cut to the commentary table where Mike 'the Voice' Johnson and Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris are visibly shaken.
“Fans… I don’t know what to say. We just heard Count Vlad himself declare war on Krampus and the Demonic Legion. If they thought they could break Wilber Townsend, it looks like they’ve only awakened something far worse.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Mike, I’ve seen a lot of scary things in this business, but that right there? That wasn’t a promo, that was a death sentence. The Dark Dominion doesn’t forgive and they don’t forget. Krampus and his Legion may have just signed their own burial papers.”
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“And folks, that’s only the beginning of what promises to be a wild night here on Live Wire! We’ve got Dominic Marconi looking for revenge against Thaddeus Zestwell, Matches Malone gunning for the Rich Athlete, and in tonight’s main event, Outback Oscar finally gets his rematch against Hell’s Fang for the Hardcore Championship!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Buckle up — if Vlad’s words are any indication, tonight could get darker than ever. And, Welcome back to another episode of the HCW Wrestling Newsletter. Now, let get this party started.”
The camera cuts to the ring as Match #1 gets set to begin.
The arena lights dim and a pounding industrial beat rattles the speakers. The crowd boos loudly as Smasher #1 and Smasher #2 stomp their way through the curtain. Both men wear black singlets, taped fists, and scowls carved into their faces. They don’t play to the fans; instead, they crack their knuckles and shove the barricades as they march down the ramp.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Well, here come the Smashers — a pair of blunt instruments if there ever were. No finesse, no grace, just raw destruction.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And that’s why I like ‘em, Mike! The Smashers don’t care if you’re big, small, fast, slow — they’ll crush you all the same. These two are a nightmare for anybody standing across from them.”
The Smashers roll under the ropes and immediately start pacing the ring like caged bulls, daring the fans to boo louder.
Suddenly, funky upbeat music blasts through the PA and the crowd roars as Muscles McGuire and Muscles Thorpe burst through the curtain, each sporting oversized rainbow-colored bull horns on their heads. They skip and strut down the ramp with big grins, carrying boxes of Booty O’s cereal that they shake out into the crowd like confetti. Kids scramble to catch the little bags they hand out, while the Duo hypes them up with exaggerated flexing and synchronized shouts of “MUSCLES!”
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Here they come, Johnny — the Muscles Duo! The energy these two bring every time they hit the stage is infectious, and look at those fans! They love it!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Yeah, Mike, infectious like a sugar rush. Rainbow horns? Cereal? This isn’t breakfast time, it’s fight time. The Smashers are about to dump these boys right back in their cereal boxes.”
The Duo climbs onto the apron, posing with one last synchronized flex before stepping into the ring. They hype up the fans again, tossing a final handful of Booty O’s into the air as the Smashers scowl from their corner, ready to brawl.
Match #1: The Muscles Duo vs the Smashers
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“This is exactly what the Muscles Duo need to do — keep it fast, keep it high energy, and stay on their opponents before the Smashers can slow them down.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Yeah, but look at McGuire — he’s all flash and no substance. You think a hurricanrana is going to keep a guy like Smasher #1 down? Forget about it, Mike!”
The Smashers answered back with their raw power. Smasher #1 blasted McGuire with a Russian Legsweep that nearly turned him inside out. The Smashers took turns pounding him down, Smasher #1 drilling him with forearms while Smasher #2 tagged in for a Spinning Back Elbow and their trademark Steel Smasher double team. Honest Abe kept a close watch, but the Smashers bent the rules at every chance, cutting off McGuire from his corner and using quick double-teams to grind him down.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“I’ll give the Smashers this — they know how to isolate a man and keep him trapped. But McGuire’s fighting spirit is second to none!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Spirit doesn’t win matches, Mike. Fists and knees do — and that’s why the Smashers are in control right now.”
The pace quickened as McGuire dug deep, hitting another Boom Drop and rolling through the ropes to make the hot tag to Thorpe. The crowd came alive as Thorpe stormed in with a Running Splash, a Side Belly-to-Belly Suplex, and even muscled both Smashers back with hard body shots. But the numbers caught up — the Smashers swarmed him with a European Uppercut/Forearm Smash combo, then Smasher #2 dropped him with Fade to Black. The pin looked certain until McGuire dove in for a desperate save, breaking it up at the last second.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Thorpe had the wind knocked out of him, but McGuire just saved this match for the Duo!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And prolonged the inevitable, Mike. The Smashers are running these kids ragged!”
The final stretch saw chaos as all four men spilled into the ring. The Muscles Duo managed one more double-team, hitting a Rib Breakers / Diving Crossbody combo that had the fans roaring. But once again, the Smashers’ power shifted momentum. They battered Thorpe with knees and headlocks, tagging in and out with brutal efficiency.
The climax came when McGuire threw Smasher #1 to the outside. Muscles Weasley, who was hiding in the crowd, jumped the barrier and sent Smasher #1 crashing chest-first into the barricade. Weasley jumped back into the crowd and hid. Honest Abe began the count. Smasher #1 staggered, tried to shake it off, but the ref’s made it to ten.
Result:
Muscles McGuire defeats Smasher #1 via Count-Out
The fans roared as the Muscles Duo stood tall in the ring, rainbow bull horns raised high, while the Smashers fumed at ringside, shouting threats and pointing angrily back at the Duo.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“The Muscles Duo pulled it off! They survived the storm and picked up a huge win over two of the toughest men in HCW!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Win? Don’t make me laugh, Mike! That wasn’t a win — that was a cheap escape. You think the Smashers are going to let this slide? No way! The next time these four step in the ring, the Muscles Duo won’t be laughing, and they sure as heck won’t be dancing!”
The camera lingers on the Muscles Duo throwing the last of their Booty O’s cereal into the crowd as the Smashers pound the mat in frustration, foreshadowing a rematch down the line. Weasley jumps back in from the crowd and joins his brothers as they make their way up the ramp to the back.
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The screen smash-cuts back to the arena.
The camera cuts backstage. Dominic Marconi is pacing, fists clenched, sweat already beading on his brow. He stops, glares into the camera, and jabs a finger forward.
Dominic Marconi:
“Thaddeus Zestwell… last week you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong. Maybe the New Sicilians had something to do with it, maybe they didn’t — but I don’t care! Because tonight, I don’t need to solve a mystery. Tonight, I don’t need to play detective. Tonight, I’m gonna teach you exactly why you don’t mess with this Italian!”
He pounds his chest and snarls.
Dominic Marconi:
“You cost me once, Thaddeus. You’ll never cost me again. Because when I get through with you, the only thing you’ll remember… is that the Italian Thoroughbred runs over anybody in his way!”
Dominic storms off as the camera fades back toward the ring.
The lights dim slightly, and a spotlight follows Thaddeus Zestwell as he struts through the curtain in a satin boxing robe with his name stitched across the back. His fists are taped inside oversized boxing gloves, and he shadowboxes half-heartedly on the ramp, smirking at the jeering fans. He throws a lazy jab toward the crowd and sneers as boos rain down.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Here comes Thaddeus Zestwell — the man who cost Dominic Marconi dearly last week. He looks confident, but you can see those eyes darting — he knows what’s waiting for him.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Confident? He should be! He outsmarted Dominic once, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he does it again. The Zestwells are always two steps ahead, Mike.”
Thaddeus climbs the steps, teases entering through the ropes, then pulls back, waving his gloved fists at the fans like a prizefighter delaying the opening bell.
Suddenly, the crowd explodes as the music of Dominic Marconi hits. The Italian Thoroughbred bursts through the curtain with fire in his eyes. No posing, no waiting — Dominic storms straight down the ramp, waving his arms for the fans to get louder. He points straight at Thaddeus and shouts, “It’s ON!” before sliding into the ring.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Dominic Marconi is wasting no time — he’s coming in hot, and you can feel the rage pouring out of him!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Cool your jets, Mike. If Dominic charges in too fast, he’s playing right into Thaddeus’s hands. Zestwell knows how to duck, dodge, and pick his spots.”
Thaddeus immediately bails to the outside, shaking his head and backing up the ramp as the boos intensify. Dominic leans over the ropes, yelling at him to get in the ring, pounding his chest as the crowd chants “DO-MIN-IC! DO-MIN-IC!” Finally, after milking the count and playing the coward, Thaddeus gingerly slips into the ring under the bottom rope, only for Dominic to charge him the second Honest Abe signals for the bell.
Match #2: The Italian Thoroughbred Dominic Marconi vs Thaddeus Zestwell
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Thaddeus trying to turn this into a sparring session! But this isn’t a boxing ring — this is HCW!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Hey, fists are fists, Mike. Thaddeus is showing off that sweet science, and Dominic doesn’t have an answer for it right now.”
But Dominic, the Italian Thoroughbred, thrives when the fight gets physical. He caught Zestwell’s arm and snapped him down into a figure-four armbar, wrenching it hard. Thaddeus scrambled but couldn’t break free, then ate a vicious backbreaker that had him howling in pain. Every time Dominic locked his massive arms around him in a bearhug or drove him down with forearms, the crowd roared their approval.
Thaddeus found his footing again midway, throwing combinations — a stiff hook here, a Paradise Punch there — even scoring a close near fall after planting Dominic with a furious flurry. But Marconi refused to stay down, firing back with power forearms and yet another punishing backbreaker that nearly bent Zestwell in half.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Dominic Marconi’s wearing him down piece by piece! You can only eat so many backbreakers before something gives!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Thaddeus is tougher than you’re giving him credit for. Look — he’s still standing, he’s still swinging. Dominic can’t finish him!”
The fight grew desperate in the final stretch. Dominic hoisted Thaddeus high and drove him into the mat with a head-first bodyslam, shaking the ring. Thaddeus barely kicked out, then nearly stole it back with another stiff cross. The crowd was on edge as both men struggled to their feet.
And then — the arena ERUPTED. Owen Zestwell hopped the railing just as Thaddeus rolled out of the ring.
Thaddeus’s eyes went wide; he dropped to the floor, trying to escape. As Honest Abe turned to check on Dominic, Owen blindsided his brother, smashing him with rights and smashing him into the steel post before rolling him back into the ring to the fans’ thunderous cheers.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Owen’s back! Owen Zestwell is here, and he just fed his brother to the lion!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“This is outrageous! He doesn’t belong out here — call security!”
Dominic seized the moment, scooping Thaddeus up and SLAMMING him with another brutal head-first bodyslam. He hooked the leg.
1… 2… 3!
Result:
Dominic Marconi defeats Thaddeus Zestwell via pinfall.
The crowd was still buzzing as Dominic raised his fist in victory, but the spotlight quickly shifted. Owen climbed into the ring and pounced on Thaddeus, unloading weeks of frustration in a flurry of fists, stomps, and a spine-jarring clothesline. The fans thundered “O-WEN! O-WEN!” as he mounted his brother and pummeled away.
Desperate, Thaddeus raked Owen across the eyes, scrambled to the outside, and bolted up the ramp. But Owen wasn’t done — he gave chase, roaring after his brother as the crowd exploded. Dominic stood tall in the ring, nodding in approval, while the announcers sold the shocking turn.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Owen Zestwell is back — and Thaddeus just got exactly what he deserved!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“You call that justice? I call it a family meltdown! This thing between the Zestwells is only getting uglier, Mike!”
The camera lingered on Dominic saluting the crowd before cutting to the next segment.
Backstage Press Conference regarding Convergence.
The scene opens in a modest press room set up backstage. A table is draped with an HCW banner, microphones lined across it. HCW General Manager and Supreme Strategist to the Dark Dominion Max McGillicutty sits at the center in his trademark suit, flanked by security. A scattering of reporters and photographers lean forward as the cameras roll.
Max McGillicutty (confidently):
“Ladies and gentlemen of the press, today is a historic day. HCW and NPCW are not just competitors — we are partners in shaping the future of professional wrestling. And to ensure that future remains bright, a match committee has been formed to guide the bouts at the Convergence event. It is my honor to announce that I, as General Manager of HCW, will serve on this committee… alongside none other than Count Vlad of the Dark Dominion.”
There are murmurs in the crowd as Max smiles, clearly proud of the declaration. Before he can continue, the room buzzes as the door swings open and in storms Donnie B, The Final Big Boss Man himself. He doesn’t wait for an invitation — he marches to the podium, glaring at Max.
Donnie B (cutting in):
“No. No, Max. This doesn’t fly. Not today, not ever. I’ve been watching you twist HCW into knots while Count Vlad wraps his claws around every decision. You want to drag that corruption into the match committee? You want to poison Convergence before it even begins? Over my dead body.”
The reporters gasp. Max shoots up from his chair, fists clenched, but Donnie plants his hand firmly on the podium, leaning into the microphone.
Donnie B (with finality):
“If HCW has a seat at that table, it won’t be Count Vlad sitting there. It’ll be me. The man who built this company from the ground up. The man who won’t let you or Vlad choke the life out of what HCW stands for. At Convergence, I’ll be the voice for this company — not your Dominion.”
The crowd of reporters erupts in chatter, cameras flashing. Max’s face turns red as he and Donnie lock eyes, the tension thick in the room. The feed cuts back to the arena, leaving the audience buzzing over the power struggle laid bare.
The feed cuts back to the arena, the commentary team buzzing about the announcement and the fallout to come.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (excited):
“Whoa! Did you hear that? Donnie B just cut Max off at the knees! Count Vlad’s out, and the Final Big Boss Man himself is stepping onto the Convergence committee! That’s a game-changer if I’ve ever seen one!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (skeptical, grumbling):
“Game-changer? More like a mistake, Mike. Max had the right idea — he had Vlad lined up, the most powerful voice in wrestling today. But no, Donnie’s gotta come waltzing in like a hero and ruin it. Typical.”
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Johnny, you can’t be serious. The last thing Convergence needs is Count Vlad pulling the strings behind the curtain. Donnie B just saved HCW from disaster!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (snapping back):
“Saved it? Please. All he did was declare war on Max and Vlad both. And trust me, Mike… you don’t survive long when you pick a fight with the Dark Dominion.”
[Camera cuts backstage.]
In a corridor bathed in shadow, Count Vlad watches the press conference replay on a flickering monitor. Donnie’s declaration echoes faintly. Vlad doesn’t rage, doesn’t flinch — instead, a slow smirk spreads across his face. He strokes the edge of his medallion, eyes gleaming with calm malice.
Count Vlad (low, amused):
“As expected.”
The screen fades back to the arena, the crowd buzzing with unease.
[Tony Calibur stands in the ring with microphone in hand.]
Tony Calibur (ring announcer):
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match! And per order of HCW General Manager Max McGillicutty, the winners of this match will become the #1 Contenders for the Iron Maidens Tag Team Championships — earning the next shot at the Cummings Twins!”
The crowd pops loudly, buzz rippling through the arena as the stakes sink in.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (excited):
“Whoa! That’s huge, Johnny! This isn’t just a showcase — whoever wins tonight gets a crack at the Cummings Twins and the Iron Maidens gold!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And that, Mike, is why this is the Sweethearts’ night. They’re the only team here with the talent, the pedigree, and the pride to carry those belts. The Tinsel Twins are fun, but champions? Not a chance.”
The arena lights dim, then burst into red, white, and blue as the opening strains of a glam-rock anthem mixed with bombastic Olympic horns hit the PA. Fireworks and star-spangled pyro shoot high into the rafters as the screen shows a giant waving American flag.
Out strut Ainsley America and Leepurty Belle, the All American Sweethearts, draped in sequined jackets that sparkle under the lights. They pose dramatically at the top of the ramp, saluting mock-seriously before tossing mini American flags into the crowd. Belle twirls hers like a baton, while Ainsley mouths off about “representing the real America” to the fans booing in the front row. They strut down the ramp with smug confidence, soaking in the boos like they’re cheers, before climbing into the ring and posing on the ropes.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Here they come, Johnny — the All American Sweethearts, acting like they’re doing the world a favor just by showing up.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“They are doing the world a favor, Mike. Look at that star power, that pageantry! That’s American excellence right there! If that doesn’t scream America, I don’t know what does.”
The boos are quickly drowned out by a sudden burst of shimmering silver and gold pyrotechnics as upbeat, glittering pop music hits. The screen flashes with sparkles and cartoon stars as the Tinsel Twins, Sparkle and Twinkle, bounce onto the stage. Dressed in matching shimmering tights and glitter jackets, they wave streamers and blow kisses to the fans, who cheer wildly. Sparkle skips to one side of the ramp tossing handfuls of glitter confetti, while Twinkle cartwheels before the two high-five and sprint down to the ring, sliding in together.
They pop up, hit synchronized poses in the center of the ring, and then point right at the Sweethearts with big grins, ready for action.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Now that’s the kind of joy the fans came to see! Sparkle and Twinkle bring the fun, but don’t let that fool you — they’ve proven they can hang with anyone in the women’s division.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (snarky):
“Oh please, Mike. Confetti and cartwheels don’t win matches. The Sweethearts are about to teach these two glitter bugs a lesson in patriotism — Sweetheart style.”
Match #3: The Tinsel Twins vs the All-American Sweethearts. The winner challenges the Cummings Twins for the number one contender to the Iron Maidens Tag Team Titles
Belle grabs Sparkle by the hair and drags her toward the corner of the ring. With a sick grin, she whips Sparkle shoulder-first into the steel steps, the sickening clang echoing through the arena. Sparkle crumples to the floor, clutching her arm and shoulder in agony as the crowd boos mercilessly.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Oh come on! That was uncalled for — the match hadn’t even started yet! They just threw Sparkle like a ragdoll into those steel steps!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (smirking):
“Smart, Mike. Very smart. You thin the herd before the bell rings — that’s how winners think. Sweetheart strategy!”
Referee Honest Abe rushes out of the ring to check on Sparkle, waving over medical staff. Twinkle kneels beside her sister, visibly torn, but Sparkle can barely move her arm. After a quick discussion, officials help Sparkle up and begin guiding her to the commentary desk. Twinkle looks up at the ring, fire in her eyes, before sliding back under the ropes.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Twinkle is going to go it alone here, Johnny — her partner is out, and the Sweethearts knew exactly what they were doing!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“That’s the cost of a title shot, Mike. If the Tinsel Twins wanted to be contenders, they’d better be ready to suffer for it.”
The bell rings with Ainsley America starting against Twinkle. Ainsley immediately motions to Leepurty Belle and the two execute a slick double team—Ainsley rattling Twinkle with a stiff Justice Jab while Belle follows with her crisp Pageant Plex. The Sweethearts pose arrogantly, drawing jeers from the fans.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“The Sweethearts wasting no time with their double-teaming! They’re looking to steamroll their way into contention.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Steamroll? No, Mike — that’s called strategy. Work together, overwhelm the opponent, and take what you deserve. That’s American efficiency!”
Twinkle fights back with resilience, nailing Ainsley with a sharp diving forearm smash that staggers the smug Sweetheart. The two exchange blows, the crowd roaring as Twinkle holds her own, before Ainsley quickly tags Belle to escape the momentum shift. Belle rushes in with a flashy Twirl ’n Takedown, but Twinkle counters, planting Belle with a headlock bulldog.
The crowd comes alive as Twinkle mounts offense — a crisp flying dropkick nearly folds Belle in half! Belle tries to recover with another Pageant Plex, and she almost steals the match with a near fall, forcing Twinkle to kick out at the last second.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Twinkle just won’t stay down! She’s digging deep for her team.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Yeah, but it’s only a matter of time. You can’t fight off patriotism, Mike. It’s stronger than gravity.”
Belle tags back to Ainsley, who barrels in looking to finish things. Twinkle refuses to break, hitting another diving forearm smash and stunning Ainsley. The fans clap in rhythm, rallying the Tinsel Twin. Twinkle then transitions into a beautifully applied surfboard submission, arching Ainsley back as the crowd surges to its feet.
Suddenly, the camera cuts to the stage — Ashley Summers emerges, her entrance theme echoing through the arena! She stands at the top of the ramp with her arms crossed, glaring at Ainsley, the history between them unspoken but undeniable. Ainsley locks eyes with Ashley, screaming at her to leave, thrashing against the hold as if Ashley’s mere presence is unbearable.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Wait a second, Johnny — that’s Ashley Summers! And Ainsley America is completely distracted!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (furious):
“What’s she even doing out here?! She’s got no business interfering in Sweethearts’ business!”
The distraction is enough — Ainsley loses focus, and Twinkle wrenches back on the surfboard with all her strength. Ainsley has no choice but to tap out!
Tony Calibur (ring announcer):
“Here are your winners… and meeting the Cummings Twins for the number one contenders for the Iron Maidens Tag Team Championships… the Tinsel Twins!”
The crowd explodes as Twinkle exits the ring and gently embraces Sparkle, glitter confetti raining from the rafters. Ainsley pounds the mat in frustration, pointing furiously at Ashley on the stage. Ashley doesn’t flinch — she simply smirks, nods once, and walks back behind the curtain, leaving Ainsley fuming and Leepurty Belle consoling her partner.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“The Tinsel Twins have done it — they’re headed for the Cummings Twins and a shot at the Iron Maidens Tag Team gold!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And it’s all thanks to Ashley Summers sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Mark my words, Mike — the Sweethearts are gonna make her pay for this.”
Twinkle is in the ring, exhausted but triumphant, her hand raised by referee Honest Abe as the announcement is made: the Tinsel Twins now get to challenge the Cummings Twins to see who becomes the #1 contenders to the Iron Maidens Tag Team Championships. Glitter rains down from the rafters as the crowd roars. Sparkle, still clutching her shoulder and escorted by medical staff, hobbles into the ring to join her sister in celebration. The fans cheer even louder at the sight of the Twins reunited.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Look at that, Johnny — after being ambushed before the bell, Sparkle still makes her into the ring to share this moment with her sister. That’s heart. That’s resilience.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Or stupidity, Mike. She’s hurt, she should’ve stayed out of this. But hey, if she wants to walk into the lion’s den, don’t be surprised when the lions bite.”
Suddenly, the lights shift. The crowd turns to boos as the Cummings Twins, Betsy and Felicia, storm down the ramp without music or warning. Sparkle instinctively steps in front of Twinkle, raising her good arm defensively, but she’s in no condition to hold them off.
“Oh no — here come the Cummings Twins! The challengers just punched their ticket, but Betsy and Felicia aren’t going to wait to see who rules the roost!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“This is exactly what the Tinsel Twins signed up for, Mike. You want the spotlight, then you pay the price!”
Betsy blasts Sparkle with a brutal clothesline, sending her crashing back down to the mat clutching her injured shoulder. Twinkle screams and charges, but Felicia meets her halfway, tackling her with wild fists flying. The brawl is raw and ugly. Twinkle rallies, staggering Felicia with a dropkick, but Betsy grabs her from behind and hurls her into the corner. Sparkle tries to crawl toward her sister, only for Betsy to stomp down on her shoulder, drawing howls of pain.
Referees and security flood the ring, struggling to separate the four women. The melee spills under the ropes — Twinkle and Felicia trading punches, Sparkle clutching her arm while trying to kick at Betsy — and soon all four women are dragged toward the ramp. The fight continues all the way to the stage, the crowd on its feet screaming as chaos reigns.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“This is bedlam! The Tinsel Twins and the Cummings Twins can’t even wait for their #1 contenders match — they’re tearing each other apart right now!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And I say let ’em! This is the kind of chaos the Iron Maidens division thrives on — you want gold, you better be ready for war!”
The brawl finally disappears behind the curtain, leaving the camera to cut back to ringside with the crowd still buzzing, the feud hotter than ever.
Backstage Promo – Matches Malone with Larry Morton
Backstage, the camera finds Larry Morton standing next to Matches Malone, who’s leaning on a crate with a toothpick in his mouth, jacket half-zipped, looking like he just walked out of a pool hall instead of a locker room.
Larry Morton:
“Matches, earlier this week you were jumped by the Rich Athlete. Tonight, you get your chance for payback. What’s your state of mind?”
Matches Malone (smirking):
“State of mind? Larry, lemme tell ya somethin’. I grew up around guys like the Rich Athlete. Slick talkers, shiny shoes, thought a fat wallet made ‘em untouchable. But money don’t buy ya respect where I’m from. You wanna last on the streets, you fight for every inch.”
He flicks the toothpick away, leaning in closer to the camera.
Matches Malone:
“Rich Athlete, you blindsided me. Real classy move. But tonight, there ain’t no sneak attacks, no velvet ropes, no bottle service. It’s just you and me, in my world. And in my world? I don’t need to shine to beat ya down. I just need these.”
He raises his taped fists slowly, cracking his knuckles with a grin.
Matches Malone:
“See ya in the gutter, Rich Boy.”
He pushes off the crate and walks away, leaving Larry wide-eyed as the shot fades.
Backstage Promo #2 – The Rich Athlete with Candace Hart
Elsewhere backstage, Candace Hart stands with The Rich Athlete, dressed in a flamboyant robe, shades, and flashing a smug grin. Ruth Heartless lingers in the background, fanning him with dollar bills.
Candace Hart:
“Rich Athlete, your opponent tonight, Matches Malone, says he’s ready to expose you as nothing more than a cheap suit. Your response?”
The Rich Athlete (grinning):
“Cheap suit? Honey, this robe costs more than Malone’s entire career earnings. Matches Malone is nothing but a street rat trying to play in a penthouse. He doesn’t belong in the same ring as me, he doesn’t belong breathing the same air as me, and tonight, I’m going to prove it.”
He slicks back his hair, adjusting his shades.
The Rich Athlete:
“When the lights hit, the cameras roll, and the people cheer — they’re not cheering for some brawler with tape on his fists. They’re cheering for class, for style, for greatness. They’re cheering for The Rich Athlete. Tonight, Malone finds out that money doesn’t just talk…”
He flashes a cocky smirk as Ruth leans in behind him.
Ruth Heartless:
“…it wins.”
Candace frowns as the Athlete laughs smugly and struts off, leaving her shaking her head.
The arena lights dim to a low amber glow. A single spotlight cuts through the haze as a gritty guitar riff rumbles over the speakers. Matches Malone strides out from the curtain, hunched slightly forward, his leather jacket zipped halfway, taped fists already clenched. He doesn’t pose, doesn’t play to the crowd — he just stalks toward the ring with the look of a man who has business to settle. Fans reach out, some cheering, others jeering, but Malone barely acknowledges them, sliding under the bottom rope and immediately peeling off his jacket. He paces the ring like a street brawler sizing up the alley, ready for a fight.
The lights flip to bright gold, and the sound of trumpets mixed with a jazzy rock beat hits the speakers — “Trust Fund Frenzy” by Golden Standard. The crowd boos loud as The Rich Athlete struts out in a gleaming robe, sunglasses perched just right. Beside him is Ruth Heartless, grinning wickedly, a stack of dollar bills in her hand that she flicks toward the booing crowd. The Athlete takes his time down the ramp, blowing kisses and brushing his hands against his robe like he’s too good for the building. Ruth points at Malone in the ring and laughs, fanning her man with the money. At the steps, Athlete pauses, stretching his arms wide, soaking in the hate, before Ruth peels the robe off his shoulders. He steps through the ropes with exaggerated grace, holding his chin high, while Malone glares from the corner, fists clenched tighter with every smug grin from his opponent.
Match #4: The Rich Athlete w/ Ruth Heartless vs Matches Malone
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Aw, come on! Already? The bell just rang and Ruth is up to no good!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“That’s why the Rich Athlete is a genius, Mike — he hires the best corner crew in the business!”
Athlete takes full advantage, chopping Malone down with shin breakers and working over his legs like a man dissecting prey. Each time Malone tries to swing his big overhead smashes, Athlete ties him up in the ropes, drops into a luxurious leglock, or even tosses him to the floor to stall the fight. Ruth struts around ringside, waving money at fans and cackling as Malone tries to claw back in.
But Malone isn’t built to quit. Around the fifth minute, he starts answering Athlete’s offense with thundering overhead smashes and sharp counters, drawing huge cheers. He even strings together a furious rally, knocking Athlete flat on his back.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Listen to this place! Matches Malone is pounding the Rich Athlete into the mat!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Sure, he’s having his little moment, but you don’t win with moments, Mike — you win with money, power, and connections!”
Athlete, desperate, rolls out, tries to stall, then slides back in with Ruth “accidentally” distracting Honest Abe. At one point she blinds Malone with hairspray, giving Athlete another wave of momentum. The crowd is furious, but Malone keeps firing back with fists like cinderblocks, almost scoring the upset when he catches Athlete with a savage kick to the stomach.
The turning point comes late in the match. Malone has Athlete staggered, fists cocked for another big shot, but Ruth hops up again. This time, Athlete drives a thumb into Malone’s eye behind the ref’s back and hooks him in. With a cocky smirk, he hoists Malone high and drives him down with the Seven-Figure Suplex.
Honest Abe drops to the mat:
1… 2… 3!
The crowd groans as the Rich Athlete pops up, arms raised in smug triumph. Ruth slides into the ring, draping a velvet towel across his shoulders like he’s the king of the world. Malone rolls to his side, furious but blinded, pounding the mat with his fist in frustration.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“I can’t believe this — Ruth Heartless has cheated Malone out of a fair fight again!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And that’s why the Rich Athlete keeps winning, Mike. It’s not cheating, it’s investing. And business is booming!”
The Rich Athlete struts out with Ruth at his side, basking in the boos while Malone steadies himself on the ropes, glaring at the departing pair with fire in his eyes.
Backstage – Count Vlad’s Chamber
The chamber glows with dim candlelight, shadows flickering across ancient stone walls. Count Vlad stands tall, his hands folded behind his back, the crimson fang banner draped above him. Before him kneels Shadowfang, head bowed in loyalty.
Count Vlad (measured, icy):
“Shadowfang… the amusement is over. The Ashen Vicar slithers about, whispering his false scripture, daring to brand himself a herald of flame. No more.”
Vlad’s eyes narrow, his voice echoing off the walls.
Count Vlad:
“He grows like a mosquito in the night — irritating, persistent, biting at the edges of my Dominion. Such things cannot be ignored. They must be crushed, swatted into oblivion.”
Vlad steps closer, placing a cold hand on Shadowfang’s shoulder.
Count Vlad (commanding, low):
“You, Shadowfang, will be my answer. Go to the ring. Show him the weight of Dominion law. Show him what becomes of those who presume to stand against eternal night. Break him… so the Ashen Vicar learns his fire is but a candle… and candles are made to be snuffed.”
Shadowfang raises his head slowly, eyes burning with intent, and nods without a word before rising to his feet. He turns and storms out of the chamber as Vlad smirks faintly, the shadows swallowing his figure before he follows him out.
Count Vlad (to himself, whispering):
“Let the false prophet burn… in darkness.”
Fade back to ringside.
[Back to Ringside]
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Did you hear that, Johnny? Count Vlad has made it crystal clear — Shadowfang has been sent to deal with the Ashen Vicar personally!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“And about time, too. The Ashen Vicar’s been running his mouth with that holy fire mumbo jumbo, acting like he’s the chosen one. Well, now he’s got Shadowfang waiting to stomp it out!”
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“You call it mumbo jumbo, Johnny, but the Ashen Vicar has shown he’s not afraid of the Dark Dominion. He’s already stood tall against Azrael, and now he faces one of their deadliest enforcers. This could be a turning point in the war between the Dominion and the White Flame.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“Turning point? Please! Shadowfang is Dominion law — and lawbreakers like the Ashen Vicar don’t walk away in one piece.”
The arena goes dark, save for crimson spotlights cutting through the haze. A guttural roar echoes as Shadowfang storms through the curtain, black leather gear glistening under the blood-red glow. He stomps down the ramp with fists clenched, Count Vlad walking slowly behind him, sneering at the jeering crowd, before climbing into the ring like a predator ready to pounce.
The lights then flicker white, and a chilling chant rolls through the speakers. The camera zooms in on the stage as a lone white flame bursts to life.
From the shadows steps the Ashen Vicar, head bowed, his arms outstretched as if in solemn prayer. He walks methodically toward the ring, murmuring scripture-like words under his breath, his presence unsettling in its calm. Sliding into the ring, he rises slowly, locking eyes with Shadowfang, neither man blinking as the tension boils over.
Match #5: Ashen Vicar vs Nightstalker Marcus ‘Shadowfang’ Black w/Count Vlad
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson: “Vicar wastes no time — throwing Shadowfang like a sack of bones!”
Shadowfang answers in kind, wrenching in a guillotine choke, but Ashen reverses again, another thunderous suplex. The crowd erupts with every precise strike, Ashen dictating pace with stiff uppercuts and punishing grapples. But Shadowfang, ever the brawler, fires back with a pumphandle slam and later a Reaper’s Scythe, nearly stealing the match.
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris: “That’s the danger of Shadowfang, Mike. You give him a heartbeat, he’ll rip it right out of you!”
As the battle rages on, both men exchange brutal moves: Ashen with his Pale Revelation piledrivers, Shadowfang with suplex after suplex. Each time a pinfall is attempted, the crowd gasps — and each time, the other refuses to stay down.
By the eleventh minute, Ashen plants Marcus with his devastating White Flame Purge lariat. The referee dives in for the count, but suddenly Count Vlad leaps onto the apron, pointing and shouting, drawing Ashen’s attention.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson: “Vlad’s got no business up there! He’s trying to steal this one for Shadowfang!”
With the referee distracted, Bloodfang charges down the ramp, ready to pounce. Shadowfang staggers to his feet behind Ashen, but the White Flame senses it. In one smooth motion, he slips the grip, hoists Marcus up, and spikes him into the canvas with the Pale Revelation. Honest Abe turns just in time to count the three.
Ashen Vicar defeats Shadowfang via pinfall!
The arena roars as Ashen rises, but his celebration is cut short — Bloodfang slides in, hammering him with fists. Together, the NightStalkers double-team the Master of the White Flame. For a moment, it looks like the Dominion will bury him.
But Ashen breaks free with a sudden burst, his hands slamming together in ritual motion. A brilliant flash of white light erupts from his grasp, engulfing the ring. The NightStalkers stagger, clutching their eyes, blinded. Ashen slips from the ring, cloak trailing, and vanishes into the crowd’s thunderous cheers.
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris: “What the hell was that?! He blinded ’em, Mike! He blinded both NightStalkers!”
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson: “That’s the White Flame, Johnny — unpredictable, unstoppable, and unafraid of the Dark Dominion!”
Count Vlad fumes at ringside, shouting orders to his soldiers, but Ashen is already gone — out of reach, leaving only smoke and unanswered questions.
Backstage – Outback Oscar with Candace Hart
Camera cuts to Candace Hart standing backstage with Outback Oscar, who is looking fresh, healed after having been on the injury list for some time.
Candace Hart:
“Oscar, tonight you’ve got your long-awaited rematch with Hell’s Fang for the Hardcore Championship. You’ve said before that the Dominion didn’t just take you out physically, they tried to humiliate you. What’s your mindset heading into this fight?”
Outback Oscar: (leaning forward, eyes burning with intensity)
“Candace, when you’ve been stomped on by a bloody monster like the Morningstar, you got two choices — stay down, or get back up swingin’. I’ve been nursed back, I’ve been trainin’ in the bush, and I’ve been waitin’ for this day. Hell’s Fang wants to drag me into his pit, but tonight, I’m draggin’ him into my world — a scrap where pain ain’t a punishment, it’s a weapon. And when I walk out holdin’ that Hardcore Title, the Dominion will learn you don’t break an Outback spirit.”
Candace Hart: “Thank you, Oscar. Strong words heading into the biggest match of your HCW career.”
Backstage – Truth Wayne & Hell’s Fang (The Morningstar)
The scene shifts to Truth Wayne standing backstage with Hells Fang. Truth is in his trademark loud blazer, smirking as Hell’s Fang looms behind him, eyes blazing with malice holding a barbwire bat.
Truth Wayne:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the only segment in wrestling worth your time — anything with ME! And my guest, the Hardcore Champion, the Morningstar himself, Hell’s Fang! Now, Fang, the kangaroo-puncher thinks he’s ready to dance with you again. I mean, c’mon — didn’t you already send him back to the bush with his tail between his legs?”
Hell’s Fang: (growling low, speaking with sinister gravitas)
“Oscar was nothing but prey the first time… tonight, I finish the hunt.”
Truth Wayne: (laughs, slapping the champ’s arm like an old buddy)
“See, that’s what I love! Oscar thinks he’s tough, but you don’t beat darkness with a boomerang, folks. Hardcore isn’t about heart, it’s about breaking bones, tearing flesh, making sure a man regrets ever stepping in your world. Fang here? He’s the landlord of pain, and tonight, rent is due!”
Hell’s Fang:
“And I always collect.”
Truth Wayne:
“That’s the truth — and the truth hurts!”
The camera cuts back to ringside as the Morningstar snarls into the lens, clutching the Hardcore Title tight.
The arena lights cut to black, and then a sudden howl of a didgeridoo echoes through the speakers. A golden spotlight shines on the entrance as Outback Oscar strides onto the stage, proudly carrying his signature boomerang. He’s all grit tonight, slapping the boomerang against his palm while pacing at the top of the ramp, glaring down at the ring. The crowd roars its approval, rallying behind the underdog. Oscar raises the boomerang high, then tucks it away as he storms down to ringside, slapping a few fans’ hands before rolling under the bottom rope and pointing straight at the stage, daring the champion to come face him.
The lights then pulse blood red as a deep, distorted church bell tolls. A guttural chant fills the arena, and smoke pours across the stage. Emerging slowly from the mist is Hell’s Fang – The Morningstar, the Hardcore Championship draped across his shoulder, dragging a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire. His eyes burn with menace beneath the dim glow, his expression cold and detached. At his side, Count Vlad follows a few steps, applauding his monster like a proud patron of darkness. Fang holds the title aloft, then drags his thumb across his throat before descending the ramp, each step heavy with intimidation.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (grim):
“Oscar is walking into the belly of the beast tonight, Johnny. He’s got courage, but Hell’s Fang is unlike anyone else we’ve seen in the Hardcore division.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (smirking):
“Courage doesn’t mean a thing when you’re in there with the Morningstar, Mike. This man thrives on violence. Oscar’s about to find out the hard way why Fang is champion!”
Inside the ring, Fang slowly removes his title and hands it off, never taking his piercing gaze off Oscar. The referee lifts the belt high as the crowd buzzes in anticipation — the Hardcore Championship is on the line.
Match #6: Main Event: Hardcore Title Match: The Morningstar vs Outback Oscar in a rematch for the title.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (excited):
“Oscar’s not here to play tonight, Johnny! This is about redemption, about payback for the savage beating he took months ago!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (grinning):
“Redemption? Please. The Morningstar is the Hardcore Champion for a reason, and Outback Oscar’s just signing up to get carved up again!”
The bell sounds and immediately the two men lock up. Oscar pushes forward with fiery determination, only for Morningstar to wrench him into a full nelson choke suplex, spiking Oscar into the canvas. But Oscar’s wild instincts save him—his allies at ringside toss another barbed-wire bat in, and he cracks it across Morningstar’s back! The sound of wire tearing skin makes the crowd gasp.
Morningstar reels, clutching his back, but the pain fuels his rage. He grabs Oscar, lifting him for a piledriver on the floor—only for Oscar to counter, jamming the bat straight into Morningstar’s eyes! Blood trickles as Morningstar screams, staggering away while “Slow-Count” Sam threatens to disqualify Oscar, though in Hardcore rules, it’s all legal.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Oscar just jabbed that bat right into the Morningstar’s eyes! That’s barbaric!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris:
“It’s called Hardcore, Mike! You bring a barbed-wire bat, you better expect to get it shoved in your face!”
Oscar takes advantage, stomping the champion’s gut and driving him headfirst into the mat with a full nelson face smash. The fans roar as Morningstar is left clutching his nose, but the champ refuses to stay down. Oscar goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but the sinister Morningstar shrugs it off, twisting the hold into a reversal that sends Oscar sprawling.
Now it’s the champion’s turn. Morningstar drops Oscar and ties him in knots with a Muta Lock, wrenching back with sick delight. Oscar claws for the ropes, the barbed wire, anything, but there’s no escape. The agony is too much, and the Aussie fan-favorite is forced to tap out.
The bell sounds, and Hell’s Fang – The Morningstar refuses to let go right away, holding the lock long enough to leave Oscar writhing in pain before finally releasing. He rips the title from the referee’s hands and raises it high as blood drips from his forehead.
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (furious):
“Damn it! Outback Oscar gave everything he had, but the Morningstar twisted his body until he had no choice but to submit!”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (smug):
“And that’s why he’s the Hardcore Champion! Look at him, Mike—look at him! He’s not just winning matches; he’s breaking men’s wills!”
The camera lingers on Morningstar’s sadistic grin, barbed-wire bat raised like a trophy, as medical staff check on Oscar. The Hardcore Champion stands tall, dominance etched in every drop of blood.
Winner and STILL HCW Hardcore Champion: Hell’s Fang – The Morningstar (via submission, Muta Lock)
[Pre-taped PSA spot — Scrooge in a plush office surrounded by HCW/Dominion merchandise]
Scrooge (grinning, holding a stack of money):
“Listen up, peasants! The greatest wrestling spectacle of the century is upon us — Convergence! And wouldn’t you know it, your old pal Scrooge is the only man brilliant enough to control how you get to watch it. That’s right, Day One of Convergence will only be available on the Scrooge Network!”
[Graphic flashes: Exclusive – Day One on the Scrooge Network!]
Scrooge:
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[Scrooge slams his fist down on the desk as the pricing flashes across the screen in giant gold lettering.]
Scrooge:
“Day Two? Oh, fine, fine — the NSFWA Network bought themselves a piece of the pie. You can catch it there for the laughably low price of $49.99. But don’t fool yourself — the real spectacle is Day One. And the only way to get it is to line my pockets through the Scrooge Network!”
[He leans in close to the camera, sneering.]
Scrooge:
“So fork it over, fools! Subscribe now, pay me later, and remember — Convergence doesn’t happen without Scrooge.”
[Fade out with logo: “Convergence — Available Only on Scrooge Network (Day One) and NSFWA Network (Day Two)”]
[The arena lights cut to black. A low hum fills the building as the Omegatron flickers to life. The screen resolves into the eerie glow of Wilber “TerrorFang” Townsend’s lantern, his face half-lit, eyes burning with fury.]
Wilber “TerrorFang” Townsend (speaking slowly, voice grim):
“Krampus... your treachery is not forgotten. You struck from the shadows like a coward, and you think yourself clever. But the Count already spoke at the beginning of this night — your fate is sealed.”
[The camera pulls in tighter, showing his teeth gritted in rage, lantern shaking in his hands.]
Wilber “TerrorFang” Townsend:
“You are marked by the Dark Dominion. Every step you take, every breath you draw, the Dominion watches. And soon enough... you’ll regret the moment you thought you could cross our path. Vlad spoke it, and I promise it — there will be no mercy.”
[He lifts the lantern higher, the flame flaring unnaturally bright, casting his face in shadows.]
Wilber “TerrorFang” Townsend (growling):
“The hunt begins now, Krampus. And when we find you... the only thing left will be the terror that bears my name.”
[The lantern light extinguishes in a puff of smoke, leaving the screen pitch black. The crowd boos loudly as commentary prepares to close the show.]
[The Omegatron goes black. The arena is left in uneasy silence before the crowd erupts into boos.]
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson (serious):
“Wilber ‘TerrorFang’ Townsend just made it crystal clear — Krampus is now a hunted man. The Dark Dominion won’t stop until they make him pay.”
Johnny 'the Hammer' Harris (shaking his head):
“And when Vlad says you’re marked? That’s not a warning — that’s a death sentence in HCW. Krampus may have bitten off more than even he can chew.”
[Camera pans the hostile crowd, some holding anti-Dominion signs, others shouting in anger. The shot lingers on the ring as the show logo fades in.]
Mike 'the Voice' Johnson:
“Folks, we’re out of time — but this war between Krampus and the Dark Dominion is only just beginning. Stay tuned!”
[Fade to black as the HCW logo splashes across the screen.]
Convergence is coming. Stay Tuned.
