[OPENING
SHOT – WIDE ARENA PAN]
Pyro explodes across the stage as the crowd roars. The HCW Voltage logo flashes
across the screen and the camera sweeps over a packed arena buzzing with
anticipation.
Sam
Duffy:
“Hello wrestling fans and welcome back to another installment of the HCW
Wrestling Newsletter!”
Rick
Granger:
“And what a night we have in store for you on HCW Voltage! Sam, this card is
absolutely loaded — and not just with matches, but with consequences.”
Sam
Duffy:
“That’s right, Rick. We’ve got two rising stars kicking things off as Aurora
Storm goes one-on-one with Daphne Ashcroft, we’ve got a hard-hitting
showdown between Dominic Marconi and Jake Montrose, and later
tonight, Ashen Vicar steps back into the ring against Nightfang…
with Count Vlad watching closely.”
Rick
Granger:
“And you know any time Vlad is watching, something is about to go very, very
wrong.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Plus, Jet Moreno continues his climb as he takes on Evan Stockwell,
who will be accompanied by Ruth Heartless — and that alone should tell
you this won’t be a fair fight.”
Rick
Granger:
“And let’s not forget what’s hanging over the entire night — the ongoing war
between Korbi Kong and the Dark Dominion. Mina Harker and Grizelda are
here, Vlad is here… and somehow, some way, it feels like things are coming to a
head.”
Sam
Duffy:
“We don’t know what form that’s going to take yet, but one thing is certain —
tensions are high, alliances are shifting, and nothing feels stable anymore.”
Rick
Granger:
“So buckle up, because HCW Voltage starts right now!”
A sharp,
dramatic theme hits as Daphne Ashcroft steps out onto the stage. The
camera catches her taking a steady breath, soaking in the reaction, then
nodding to herself with quiet confidence. The crowd gives her a solid,
supportive cheer as she starts down the ramp.
Sam
Duffy:
“And here comes Daphne Ashcroft. Still early in her HCW journey, but every time
she’s stepped into this ring, she’s shown poise and composure well beyond her
experience.”
Daphne
slides into the ring, rises, and gives a small nod to the crowd, then paces the
ring, loosening her shoulders and keeping her eyes on the entrance ramp.
Rick
Granger:
“Poise is great. But this is the part where we find out how she handles
pressure. Everyone looks good until someone hits them back.”
Daphne
removes her jacket, hands it to the official, and settles into her corner,
focused and ready.
The arena
lights brighten as Aurora Storm’s music hits, and the crowd responds
with an even bigger cheer. Aurora steps onto the stage with visible energy,
throwing her arms out wide and turning in a slow circle to acknowledge the fans
before pointing toward the ring.
Sam
Duffy:
“And listen to this reaction for Aurora Storm. She has made an immediate
impression since arriving in HCW, and you can feel the crowd starting to rally
behind her.”
Aurora
jogs down the ramp, slaps a few hands at ringside, then hops up onto the apron
and steps through the ropes, never taking her eyes off Daphne.
Rick
Granger:
“Confidence is a powerful thing, Sam. But it can turn into overconfidence real
quick. Tonight, she finds out which side of that line she’s on.”
Aurora
climbs the turnbuckle, raises a fist to the crowd, and then drops down, turning
to face Daphne as the referee brings both women toward the center of the ring.
Sam
Duffy:
“Two competitors, two rising careers, and only one of them is walking out of
here with momentum tonight.”
Rick
Granger:
“And the other one learns a very important lesson.”
[REFEREE
CALLS FOR THE BELL]
Referee: ‘Honest’
Abe
Aurora and
Daphne circle, both cautious—then they collide in the lock-up and immediately
fight for control. Aurora tries to bend Daphne into a punishing surfboard,
stretching her spine and shoulders, but Daphne grits through it, muscles up,
and powers Aurora into the air—
Daphne
drops her with a thunderous Gory Bomb, shaking the ring and forcing
Aurora to roll out toward the ropes just to breathe.
Sam
Duffy:
“Daphne Ashcroft wasting no time! She’s making a statement early!”
Rick
Granger:
“That’s how you shut down the flashy stuff. Put ‘em on the canvas and make ‘em
think twice.”
Aurora
returns fast, trying to reassert control—again she hooks Daphne into that
surfboard, wrenching back hard—but Daphne refuses to fold. She powers free and
plants Aurora again with another Gory Bomb attempt, forcing Aurora to scramble
and adjust.
Aurora
changes tempo. She darts in and cracks Daphne with a running knee—Lighting
Breaker—snapping Daphne’s head back and popping the crowd. Daphne staggers,
but responds with a crisp Northern Lights Suplex, bridging beautifully
before releasing to stay on the attack.
Aurora
tries to slow it down once more, dragging Daphne into another surfboard
stretch, and this time Daphne absorbs it—jaw clenched, arms shaking—refusing to
give Aurora the satisfaction of a tap or a scream.
Aurora
goes aerial—launching and crashing down with a 450 Splash—and the crowd
erupts as Daphne’s body bounces off the mat. Aurora hooks the leg—
‘Honest’
Abe drops for
the count—Daphne kicks out.
Daphne,
rocked, tries to regain control and hoists Aurora again for the Gory Bomb—but
Aurora shifts her weight, slips down, and neutralizes the lift before Daphne
can drive her.
Aurora
explodes forward again—another Lighting Breaker flush to the jaw—and
Daphne drops to a knee. Aurora stacks her up immediately.
Sam
Duffy:
“Got her! That could be it!”
‘Honest’
Abe:
“ONE… TWO—”
Daphne
kicks out hard, shoving Aurora away and forcing her to reset.
Rick
Granger:
“See, that’s the danger, Sam. Aurora’s learning in real time—she hits you once,
she doesn’t admire it. She hunts the finish.”
They trade
impact—Aurora catches Daphne with an Alley Oop Facebuster, but Daphne
answers by brute force, dragging Aurora back up and driving her down with yet
another punishing Gory Bomb. Aurora fights to her feet, wincing, shaking
out her arms, and fires back with The Eye of the Storm, a sit-out slam
that rattles Daphne.
Daphne
refuses to fade. She rallies and spikes Aurora with La Rosa Driver, and
for a moment it looks like Daphne might steal it—Aurora rolls away at the last
second, grabbing the ropes and pulling herself upright.
Aurora
finds a final surge. She catches Daphne off-balance, scoops, and drives her
down again with the Alley Oop Facebuster—but this one is cleaner,
heavier, and Daphne collapses flat.
Aurora
hooks the leg deep.
‘Honest’
Abe:
“ONE… TWO… THREE!”
[BELL
RINGS]
Sam
Duffy:
“Aurora Storm did it! Aurora Storm picks up the win in Match #1!”
Rick
Granger:
“Give Daphne credit—she fought like she belonged in there. But Aurora? Aurora
learned the rhythm, found the opening, and she didn’t hesitate.”
Aurora
rises slowly, breathing hard, then offers Daphne a hand. Daphne hesitates—still
stunned—then takes it. The crowd applauds as Aurora raises a fist and backs
toward the ropes, letting Daphne have her moment to recover.
Sam
Duffy:
“That’s what you want to see from two rising talents—toughness, respect, and a
win that means something.”
Rick
Granger:
“Yeah. And the one who lost? She better remember the feeling. Because this
place doesn’t wait on anybody.”
[CAMERA
PULLS BACK as Aurora celebrates, Daphne regroups, and the crowd stays loud
heading into the rest of the night.]
[CAMERA
CUT – BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW AREA]
Candace
Hart stands in
front of the HCW backdrop, microphone in hand, as Jack Lumber steps into
frame. Jack looks intense, still taped from recent battles, jaw set, eyes
focused.
Candace
Hart:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Jack Lumber. Jack, over the past
several weeks, the rivalry between you and the Wicked Prophet has only
grown more personal, more violent, and more unpredictable. Where is your head
at right now?”
Jack
Lumber:
“Candace, my head is exactly where it’s always been — on the fight in front of
me. The difference is, with Prophet… this stopped being about wins and losses a
long time ago. This is about ending something that refuses to stay buried.”
Jack takes
a breath, clearly trying to keep his temper in check.
Jack
Lumber:
“doesn’t want my spot. He wants my career. And I’m done pretending this is just
another match.”
Before
Candace can respond—
[SUDDEN
IMPACT FROM OFF CAMERA]
The Wicked
Prophet charges into frame and smashes Jack from behind, sending him
crashing into the interview backdrop. The camera shakes as Prophet unloads with
forearms and clubbing blows.
Candace
Hart:
“Hey! Hey! Somebody get security!”
Prophet
grabs Jack by the collar and drives him into a production crate, then throws
him into the wall.
Wicked
Prophet:
“You still don’t understand, Jack! You never did!”
Jack fires
back, tackling Prophet and the two start brawling wildly, trading punches,
crashing into equipment.
Sam
Duffy (voice-over):
“Oh come on! Not like this!”
Rick
Granger (voice-over):
“You knew it was going to happen sooner or later!”
Security
and officials rush in, trying to pull them apart, but both men keep breaking
free and swinging.
Jack
finally shoves two officials aside and points directly at Prophet.
Jack
Lumber:
“No! No more of this! I’m done chasing you around backstage!”
He steps
forward, eyes burning.
Jack
Lumber:
“You want my career? Fine. Let’s stop pretending. Warzone. You and me.
And when it’s over—one of us is gone.”
The
hallway goes quiet for a second.
Jack
Lumber:
“Loser retires.”
The
officials hold both men back as Prophet slowly starts to smile.
Wicked
Prophet:
“…Good.”
At that
moment, Max McGillicutty steps into frame, flanked by security.
Max
McGillicutty:
“That’s enough.”
He looks
at both men, then directly at Jack.
Max
McGillicutty:
“You both want this? You’ve got it. At Warzone… Jack Lumber vs Wicked
Prophet…”
He pauses.
Max
McGillicutty:
“Loser retires.”
The crowd
can be heard roaring in the distance.
Max
McGillicutty:
“And that’s not a suggestion. That’s official.”
Max turns
and walks off as security finally forces separation between Jack and Prophet.
The two men lock eyes, neither blinking, neither backing down.
Sam
Duffy (voice-over):
“It’s official… one of these two men’s careers will end at Warzone.”
Rick
Granger (voice-over):
“And nobody walks away from that kind of match the same.”
[CAMERA
HOLDS on the stare-down, then FADES OUT to commerical.]
A
Quick Commercial Break and we are back.
Sam
Duffy:
“What a way to start the night here on HCW Voltage. Aurora Storm picks up a
hard-fought win, and then chaos erupts backstage as Jack Lumber and the Wicked
Prophet take things to a whole new level.”
Rick
Granger:
“Warzone. Loser retires. You don’t throw that kind of challenge out unless
you’re ready to burn everything down, Sam. One of those two men is done.”
Sam
Duffy:
“And that’s now official by order of Max McGillicutty. But folks, we’ve got to
keep things moving, because we still have a loaded night ahead of us.”
Rick
Granger:
“And this next one is going to be a fight. No politics. No speeches. Just two
guys who know exactly what they’re good at.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Coming up next, it’s a battle of two of HCW’s toughest competitors… Dominic
Marconi goes one-on-one with Jake Montrose!”
Rick
Granger:
“Both of these guys pride themselves on grit and toughness. Don’t expect
anything fancy here — expect somebody to get tested.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Let’s send it down to the ring for our second match of the evening!”
A rugged,
no-nonsense theme hits as ‘The Bounty Hunter’ Jake Montrose steps out
onto the stage. He doesn’t play to the crowd much — just cracks his neck, rolls
his shoulders, and heads straight for the ring with a focused, almost grim look
on his face.
Sam
Duffy:
“And here comes Jake Montrose. One of the toughest competitors in HCW, a man
who’s built his reputation on endurance and grit.”
Montrose
reaches ringside, climbs the steps, and steps through the ropes, immediately
pacing and loosening up in his corner, eyes never leaving the entrance ramp.
Rick
Granger:
“This is a guy who doesn’t care how pretty it looks. He just wants to know if
you can still stand after he’s done with you.”
The crowd
volume jumps as ‘The Italian Thoroughbred’ Dominic Marconi steps out
onto the stage. He pauses for a moment, soaking in the reaction, then nods and
starts down the ramp with calm confidence.
Sam
Duffy:
“And listen to this reaction for Dominic Marconi. A proud competitor, a man who
carries himself like every match is a test of honor.”
Dominic
slaps a few hands on the way down, then steps into the ring and climbs the
turnbuckle, raising a fist to the crowd before turning his attention to
Montrose.
Rick
Granger:
“Marconi believes in respect, tradition, all that stuff. That’s fine — but
tonight he’s in there with someone who believes in surviving.”
Dominic
steps down, removes his jacket, and hands it to the official. Both men move
toward their corners, never breaking eye contact.
Sam
Duffy:
“Two tough men. Two very different philosophies. And only one of them is
walking away with the win.”
Rick
Granger:
“And the other one is going to feel it tomorrow.”
[REFEREE
CALLS FOR THE BELL]
They meet
in the center and collide hard—Dominic immediately looking for leverage with
tight grappling, trying to turn Montrose and off-balance him. Dominic catches a
quick opening and snaps through with a sharp hip toss, dumping Montrose
to the mat.
Montrose
pops up and answers with a blunt kick to the gut, doubling Dominic over
and sending a message that this won’t be a clean technical contest for long.
Sam
Duffy:
“Montrose wastes no time going right to the body.”
Rick
Granger:
“Smart. You can’t suplex a guy if you can’t breathe.”
Montrose
stays on him—short steps, heavy hands—driving a hard knee to the midsection
that makes Dominic stagger. Dominic absorbs it, shakes his head, and tries to
re-center himself, but Montrose keeps pressing, looking for that breakdown
early.
Dominic
digs in and fires back with a punishing backbreaker, snapping Montrose
across his knee and forcing Montrose to roll away clutching his lower back.
Montrose
refuses to give Dominic any rhythm—he steps right back in and drills another knee
to the midsection, trying to keep Dominic from turning this into a
grappler’s match.
Sam
Duffy:
“Montrose is obsessed with that midsection—he’s trying to take Dominic’s power
away.”
Rick
Granger:
“And Dominic’s trying to take Montrose’s spine away. This is a real fight.”
Dominic
slows the pace, clamps on a tight front face lock, and grinds Montrose
down. Montrose tries to pry free, but Dominic keeps dragging him back into
center, forcing Montrose to carry his weight.
Dominic
transitions into a crushing bearhug, squeezing the air out of Montrose.
Montrose grimaces and fights it with short forearm shots, trying to break the
grip.
They
collide again—Dominic drives Montrose down with a head-first body slam,
but Montrose answers with a nasty loaded headbutt drop, bouncing Dominic
off the canvas and buying himself a breath.
Sam
Duffy:
“That was brutal! Montrose will do anything to stay alive in this match.”
Rick
Granger:
“You don’t call yourself a bounty hunter because you like playing fair.”
Dominic,
frustrated now, storms back in and catches Montrose before he can fully
recover. He cinches the bearhug again—this time deeper, tighter—locking
his hands and pulling Montrose in chest-to-chest.
Montrose
fights it. He tries to rake at the hands, tries to shift his hips, tries to
swing a forearm—anything—but Dominic keeps squeezing, stepping sideways to keep
Montrose from reaching the ropes.
Montrose’s
face shifts from anger to panic. The air is gone. The strength fades.
And
finally—
Montrose
taps.
[BELL
RINGS]
Sam
Duffy:
“He got him! Dominic Marconi forces the submission!”
Rick
Granger:
“That’s strength, Sam. You can’t fake that. Montrose fought it, but once
Dominic locked it in the second time, it was over.”
Dominic
releases immediately and steps back, breathing hard, watching Montrose kneel
and clutch his ribs. Dominic offers a hand. Montrose looks up, still grim, then
nods and takes it. A respectful moment as the crowd applauds.
Sam
Duffy:
“A hard-earned win for The Italian Thoroughbred—and a tough loss for Jake
Montrose, but nothing to be ashamed of in a fight like that.”
Rick
Granger:
“Yeah. But I guarantee you Montrose is going to remember exactly how that felt.
And he’s not the type to let it go.”
A cold,
ominous theme rolls through the arena as Nightfang steps onto the stage.
A second later, Count Vlad appears beside him, calm and composed, hands
folded behind his back. The lights tint darker as the two begin their slow walk
toward the ring.
The crowd
responds with a mix of boos and uneasy noise.
Sam
Duffy:
“And here comes Nightfang, accompanied by Count Vlad. You don’t see Vlad at
ringside unless he considers something very important to be at stake.”
Nightfang
stalks down the ramp, never once acknowledging the fans. Vlad walks a half-step
behind him, eyes scanning the arena like a chess player surveying the board.
Rick
Granger:
“Vlad doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t waste resources. If he’s here, it means he
expects something to happen.”
Nightfang
steps into the ring and paces like a caged animal. Vlad stops at ringside,
slowly removes his gloves, and takes his seat, never breaking his cold stare
toward the entrance ramp.
Sam
Duffy:
“And you can see it in Nightfang’s body language. He’s not here to wrestle.
He’s here to hurt someone.”
[LIGHTS
SHIFT – MUSIC HITS FOR ASHEN VICAR]
The arena
lights drop further, shifting to a stark, almost ritualistic glow. A solemn,
foreboding theme begins to echo through the building as Ashen Vicar
emerges from the back. The Fist of the
White Flame lights up the Omegatron.
He steps
onto the stage slowly, deliberately, head slightly bowed, then raises his eyes
toward the ring.
The crowd
reaction is intense—part awe, part uncertainty.
Sam
Duffy:
“And here comes Ashen Vicar. A man who does not look like anyone else in HCW,
and does not fight like anyone else either.”
Ashen
Vicar walks to the ring with measured steps, never rushing, never acknowledging
Nightfang or Vlad until he reaches ringside. He stops, looks directly at Count
Vlad for a long moment… then turns and steps into the ring.
Rick
Granger:
“There’s something unsettling about him, Sam. He doesn’t posture. He doesn’t
threaten. He just… arrives.”
Ashen
Vicar removes his outer robe and hands it to the official, then turns and
finally locks eyes with Nightfang. The two stand in silence, neither backing
down.
At
ringside, Vlad leans forward slightly, watching with keen interest.
Sam
Duffy:
“Nightfang. Ashen Vicar. And Count Vlad watching every second of it.”
Rick
Granger:
“This feels less like a match and more like a test.”
[REFEREE
CALLS FOR THE BELL]
Ashen
Vicar charges early, trying to spike Nightfang with Ashen Wake, but
Nightfang slips out and turns it into a sharp counter, stealing the first
momentum swing. Nightfang stalks in, throwing those heavy, grimy body
shots—then drives a stiff knee into the midsection, trying to keep Ashen Vicar
from building any rhythm.
Ashen
Vicar answers with purpose—snapping on Ashes of the Oath (arm-trap
crossface) and wrenching back hard.
At
ringside, Count Vlad rises just enough to get noticed—just enough to
draw the referee’s attention for a heartbeat.
Sam
Duffy:
“Vlad already inserting himself—he doesn’t even need to touch the match to
change it!”
Nightfang
endures the hold, refusing to tap, and rolls his way free—then explodes forward
with a vicious Vampire Lunge, blasting Ashen Vicar backward. Nightfang
follows with a dropkick out of the ring, sending Ashen Vicar tumbling to
the floor.
Rick
Granger:
“Nightfang’s not here to out-wrestle anybody. He’s here to break you.”
Count Vlad
begins to play his role more openly: a glare here, a gesture there—enough to
unsettle, enough to disrupt. Nightfang capitalizes, pushing Ashen Vicar into
the rougher parts of the fight.
Ashen
Vicar absorbs it. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t posture. He just returns
fire—snapping Nightfang with Divine Reversal, then driving him down with
Excommunication, and suddenly Nightfang is the one feeling pressure.
Ashen
Vicar strings it together—Pale Revelation lands clean, and for the first
time, Nightfang looks rattled.
Sam
Duffy:
“Ashen Vicar is turning this! He’s weathered the storm, and now he’s bringing
the fight right back to Nightfang!”
Rick
Granger:
“Yeah, but Vlad’s watching every inch of it. That’s the problem. Every time
Nightfang fades, Vlad finds a way to refill the tank.”
Nightfang
digs deep and spikes Ashen Vicar with the Transylvanian Piledriver, then
hits it again later when Ashen Vicar tries to rally—two brutal wake-up calls
that keep Vlad’s side in the fight.
Ashen
Vicar begins dropping Nightfang with heavy, surgical strikes—Judicator’s
Blow rocks him once, then again, and Nightfang’s stance starts to buckle.
Ashen Vicar hits Excommunication and gets a near fall, but Nightfang
kicks out, snarling, dragging himself up using the ropes.
Ashen
Vicar clamps Ashes of the Oath on again—tight—dead center.
Nightfang
refuses. He claws his way forward, inches at a time. Vlad barks something at
ringside, and Nightfang finds just enough to survive.
Sam
Duffy:
“He’s still not tapping! Nightfang refuses to give Ashen Vicar that
satisfaction!”
Rick
Granger:
“It’s not satisfaction, Sam. It’s survival. And Nightfang’s good at surviving.”
Ashen
Vicar releases, stands, and stares down Vlad—just for a second—as if to say: your
games are seen.
Nightfang
staggers up behind him—
And that’s
when the arena erupts.
Cara
Loco suddenly
hops the barricade and appears near the aisle, laughing and clapping like he’s
at a party instead of a fight. He waves at the fans, soaking up the
reaction—then points at Nightfang and starts mocking him, gesturing wildly like
he’s daring him to do something about it.
The crowd
pops loud.
Nightfang’s
head snaps toward the commotion—furious, distracted—one step toward the ropes.
Vlad
stands up immediately, eyes narrowing, trying to shout Nightfang back into
focus.
Sam
Duffy:
“Cara Loco! What is he doing out here?!”
Rick
Granger:
“He’s doing what people like him always do, Sam—stirring the pot and laughing
while it boils!”
Nightfang
turns—too late.
Ashen
Vicar grabs him from behind and launches him with Divine Reversal—a
snapping German suplex that folds Nightfang and plants him clean in the center
of the ring.
Ashen
Vicar bridges.
‘Honest’
Abe:
“ONE… TWO… THREE!”
[BELL
RINGS]
Sam
Duffy:
“Ashen Vicar wins it! Ashen Vicar just pinned Nightfang!”
Rick
Granger:
“And Vlad is going to blame that on everybody but Nightfang—because that
distraction cost them the match!”
Ashen
Vicar releases the bridge and rises, expression unreadable, while Vlad stares
daggers into the ring—cold, furious, calculating.
Nightfang
rolls to his stomach, pounding the mat in frustration.
And Cara
Loco? He’s already bolting—taking off through the crowd, laughing as fans
reach out and slap his hands. The audience pops again as he disappears up the
steps like a man who just pulled off the perfect prank.
Sam
Duffy:
“Cara Loco just fled through the crowd like he planned this whole thing!”
Rick
Granger:
“Of course he did. He didn’t come here to fight—he came here to make Vlad
furious.”
Ashen
Vicar stands tall in the ring—while at ringside, Count Vlad’s eyes never leave
him.
Not angry
on the surface.
Just…
calculating what comes next.
[CUT TO
BACKSTAGE – THE MORTON REPORT SET]
The lights
come up on the familiar set. Larry Morton stands center-frame, tense,
flanked by Mina Harker and Grizelda. Grizelda wears the Empress
Championship around her waist, but her hands are folded calmly. Mina
Harker looks like she’s barely containing herself.
Larry
Morton:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to The Morton Report. My guests at this
time are Mina Harker and the Empress Champion, Grizelda. You asked for this
time—”
Mina
Harker:
“No. We took this time.”
She
doesn’t look at Larry. She looks straight into the camera.
Mina
Harker:
“Korbi Kong.”
The name
lands like a curse.
Mina
Harker:
“You didn’t sneak in. You didn’t crawl your way into the Dark Dominion.”
She laughs
bitterly.
Mina
Harker:
“We opened the gates for you.”
Grizelda
finally speaks, her voice smooth and cutting.
Grizelda:
“We didn’t just let you stand with us. We let you stand among us.”
She taps
the faceplate of the title.
Grizelda:
“You wore our colors. You spoke our words. You sat in our councils. You WERE
our Empress.”
Mina steps
forward, eyes burning.
Mina
Harker:
“And all along… you were a knife.”
She tilts
her head.
Mina
Harker:
“A knife we invited into our own backs.”
She
sneers.
Mina
Harker:
“You helped TRY to tear us down from the inside. You helped Jack Lumber.
You helped Max McGillicutty.”
Her voice
drops.
Mina
Harker:
“…and then you walked away and called yourself a hero.”
Grizelda
smiles coldly.
Grizelda:
“That’s the part I love the most.”
She looks
into the camera.
Grizelda:
“Traitors always think history will forgive them.”
Mina
points directly at the lens.
Mina
Harker:
“You don’t get forgiveness. You get reckoning.”
A beat.
Mina
Harker:
“Tonight.”
Grizelda
steps closer to Mina.
Grizelda:
“You wanted out of the Dominion, Korbi?”
She
shrugs.
Grizelda:
“Fine. But you don’t just leave. You don’t just get to breathe different air
and pretend none of this mattered.”
Mina’s
voice is venom.
Mina
Harker:
“So here’s what’s going to happen.”
She
gestures between herself and Grizelda.
Mina
Harker:
“You’re going to come to that ring.”
Grizelda:
“And since you’re so proud of your new little alliance…”
Mina
Harker:
“…you’re going to bring someone with you.”
She smirks
cruelly.
Mina
Harker:
“Anyone who still believes in you.”
Grizelda
finishes it:
Grizelda:
“And then we’re going to show them exactly what happens to people who stand
next to traitors.”
Mina leans
in slightly, eyes ice-cold.
Mina
Harker:
“You tried to kill our Dominion.”
She
smiles.
Mina
Harker:
“Tonight, we start returning the favor.”
Grizelda
adjusts the Empress Championship.
Grizelda:
“So Korbi… find a partner.”
A pause.
Grizelda:
“Before no one is willing to.”
[CAMERA
HOLDS ON MINA AND GRIZELDA, BOTH STARING INTO THE LENS]
Larry
Morton
swallows.
Larry
Morton:
“There you have it. A deeply personal challenge issued to Korbi Kong. Tonight…
she will have to answer.”
[CUT
BACK TO RINGSIDE]
The camera
returns to the announce desk, where Sam Duffy and Rick Granger
look visibly rattled by what they’ve just seen.
Sam
Duffy:
“…That wasn’t just a challenge. That was an execution notice.”
Rick
Granger:
“You could hear it in Mina’s voice, Sam. That wasn’t bluster, that wasn’t
posturing—that was personal. Korbi Kong didn’t just leave the Dark Dominion. In
their minds, she betrayed a faith.”
Sam
Duffy:
“And now she’s been put on the spot. Find a partner. Walk into the ring. And
face two women who look like they’re not interested in winning a match so much
as they are in making a statement.”
Rick
Granger:
“Grizelda standing there with the Empress Championship like that… that’s power.
And Mina Harker? That’s obsession.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Korbi Kong has a decision to make tonight—and whatever she decides, there’s no
question this situation just turned explosive.”
Rick
shakes his head.
Rick
Granger:
“But right now, we’ve got to shift gears. We’ve got a match to get to—and this
one features one of the fastest-rising stars in HCW.”
Sam
Duffy:
“That’s right. Let’s send it to the ring for our next match!”
The lights
shift and an upbeat, high-energy theme hits as Jet Moreno bursts through
the curtain.
He steps
onto the stage, bouncing lightly on his feet, soaking in the cheers. He points
out to a few fans at ringside, slaps the barricade, then sprints down the ramp
and slides into the ring in one smooth motion.
He pops to
his feet and climbs the ropes, throwing his arms up to a strong reaction from
the crowd.
Sam
Duffy:
“Listen to this reaction! The fans have really taken to Jet Moreno—speed,
heart, and absolutely no fear.”
Rick
Granger:
“He’s exciting, Sam, I’ll give you that. But tonight he’s in there with someone
who has no problem letting other people do the dirty work for him.”
Jet hops
down, pacing, focused, eyes locked on the entrance.
The mood
shifts as Ruth Heartless’ music hits.
She steps
out first, calm, confident, composed—wearing that familiar, calculating smile.
A beat later, Evan Stockwell emerges behind her, jaw tight, eyes cold.
They walk
slowly, deliberately. Ruth speaks quietly to Evan as they head to the ring,
pointing toward Jet and smirking.
Evan steps
through the ropes while Ruth remains at ringside, watching closely.
Sam
Duffy:
“Evan Stockwell with Ruth Heartless in his corner—never a coincidence, never an
accident.”
Rick
Granger:
“Ruth doesn’t manage people, Sam. She directs investments. And she clearly sees
Jet Moreno as a problem that needs to be… handled.”
Ruth folds
her arms at ringside, completely at ease, while Evan never takes his eyes off
Jet.
Sam
Duffy:
“Jet Moreno versus Evan Stockwell—Match #4 is next!”
[REFEREE
CALLS FOR THE BELL AS BOTH MEN STEP TO THE CENTER OF THE RING]
The crowd
is still buzzing as Jet Moreno paces in his corner, slapping the ropes
and feeding off the energy. Across from him, Evan Stockwell stands calm
and calculating, while Ruth Heartless watches from ringside like she’s
already planning the press release.
Sam
Duffy:
“This is a huge opportunity for Jet Moreno. Biggest test of his HCW career so
far.”
Rick
Granger:
“And he’s taking it against a man with a plan, Sam. Evan Stockwell doesn’t
fight to entertain. He fights to control.”
Jet
explodes out of the gate, catching Evan off guard and planting him with a
swinging slam that gets the crowd roaring. He keeps moving, never letting Evan
set his feet.
Sam
Duffy:
“That’s what Jet has to do — keep moving, keep flying, don’t let Stockwell turn
this into a grind.”
Evan slows
things down the first chance he gets, spiking Jet with Hostile Takeover
and immediately dragging him back to the mat, leaning his weight across Jet’s
chest and jaw, making him carry every ounce.
Rick
Granger:
“See? That’s business. You stop the engine first.”
Jet fights
back with a sudden step-up enzuigiri, but behind the referee’s back, Ruth
Heartless sprays something in Jet’s eyes, sending him stumbling.
Sam
Duffy:
“Oh come on! That’s blatant!”
Rick
Granger:
“High-yield strategy, Sam.”
With Jet
compromised, Evan begins working him over with Liquidation Leg Sweeps
and repeated Hostile Takeovers, driving Jet into the mat and forcing him
to defend instead of attack. Ruth is in constant motion — barking instructions,
shouting at the referee, and positioning herself perfectly.
At one
point she cracks Jet with the briefcase while the referee is turned.
Sam
Duffy:
“This is ridiculous! She’s not even pretending anymore!”
Rick
Granger:
“Why should she? Stockwell’s winning.”
Evan
nearly has the match won after a sequence of Bankroll Punches and a
choke against the ropes, but Jet survives, rolling to the apron and then
springing back in with a sudden superkick that flips the momentum again.
Jet begins
stringing together offense: a poison rana, a standing moonsault,
then another. He launches himself over the ropes with a tope con giro,
sending Evan crashing to the floor.
Sam
Duffy:
“Jet Moreno just turned this place upside down!”
Rick
Granger:
“He better win it now, Sam. These bursts don’t last forever.”
Evan
barely beats the count back into the ring and immediately tries to slow things
down again, but Jet keeps coming — another moonsault, another burst of speed.
Evan
starts throwing desperation shots — more Bankroll Punches, more rope
chokes, more cheap tactics. Ruth gouges at Jet’s face again, buying Evan time
to hit yet another Hostile Takeover.
Jet
refuses to stay down.
Sam
Duffy:
“How is Jet Moreno still moving?!”
Rick
Granger:
“Because he doesn’t know when to stop, Sam. That’s either courage or
stupidity.”
Jet
finally turns the tide for good when Evan goes for one more Hostile Takeover
— and Jet reverses it in mid-motion, springs to the ropes, and crushes
him with a frog splash.
The crowd
is on its feet.
Jet
signals to the corner.
He leaps.
Standing
540 Back Flip Senton!
Jet hooks
the leg.
‘Honest’
Abe:
“ONE… TWO… THREE!”
Sam
Duffy:
“He did it! Jet Moreno just beat Evan Stockwell!”
Rick
Granger:
“I don’t believe it! Stockwell had control of this match for fifteen minutes!”
Winner:
Jet Moreno
Jet barely
has time to sit up before The Rich Athlete (TV Champion) storms to the
ring and jumps him from behind.
Evan and The
Rich Athlete begin stomping Jet into the mat while Ruth Heartless shouts
orders from ringside.
Sam
Duffy:
“This is disgusting! Jet Moreno just survived a war!”
Rick
Granger:
“This is asset protection, Sam!”
They drag
Jet up and continue the two-on-one assault…
Until the
crowd erupts.
Diego
Estrella
sprints down the ramp and charges into the ring, unloading on Evan and The Rich
Athlete. The heels retreat, regrouping on the ramp with Ruth, while Diego helps
Jet back to his feet.
Sam
Duffy:
“Diego Estrella! Jet Moreno isn’t alone anymore!”
Rick
Granger:
“Yeah… and that just made things a whole lot more expensive.”
Jet and
Diego stand tall in the ring as Ruth fumes and The Rich Athlete glares back,
clearly realizing:
Jet Moreno
just became a problem.
Officials
finish helping Jet Moreno and Diego Estrella out of the ring
area. The canvas is cleared. The crowd is still buzzing as the lights in the
arena begin to dim.
Sam
Duffy:
“Alright, the ring is finally clear, and folks… this is it. We’ve been building
to this all night.”
Rick
Granger:
“Mina Harker and Grizelda wanted Korbi Kong. They wanted her tonight. Now we’re
about to find out if Korbi actually has the guts to answer.”
The lights
shift darker as Mina Harker steps onto the stage. A second later, Grizelda
emerges beside her, the Empress Championship gleaming around her waist.
And just behind them, calm and cold as ever, is Count Vlad.
The three
walk to the ring like they own the building.
Sam
Duffy:
“And here they come. Mina Harker. Grizelda. And of course… Count Vlad.”
Rick
Granger:
“This is their world, Sam. Everyone else just gets to visit it.”
They enter
the ring. Grizelda unclips the title briefly, raises it to the crowd in
mockery, then hands it to the referee before reclaiming it and resting it back
around her waist. Mina takes a microphone.
Mina
Harker:
“Korbi…”
She looks
around, pretending to search.
Mina
Harker:
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind.”
Grizelda
laughs.
Grizelda:
“Maybe she couldn’t find anyone stupid enough to stand next to her.”
Mina
smirks.
Mina
Harker:
“Or maybe she finally realized what happens to people who betray the Dark
Dominion.”
They wait.
The crowd
starts to buzz.
The arena
explodes as Korbi Kong steps onto the stage.
She stands
there for a moment, staring straight at the ring.
Sam
Duffy:
“And there she is! Korbi Kong is here!”
Korbi
starts down the ramp.
She stops.
Turns back
toward the curtain.
And
points.
Phoenix
Blaze bursts
out onto the stage to a huge reaction and joins Korbi at the top of the ramp.
The two exchange a look and then head to the ring together.
Rick
Granger:
“Well I’ll be damned. Phoenix Blaze just answered the call.”
Sam
Duffy:
“And Mina and Grizelda don’t look happy about it at all.”
Korbi and
Phoenix slide into the ring and stand their ground, staring across at Mina and
Grizelda.
Tony
Calibur:
“Ladies and gentlemen… this match is scheduled for one fall!”
He
gestures to the heels.
Tony
Calibur:
“Introducing first… accompanied by Count Vlad… the team of Mina Harker
and the Empress Champion, Grizelda!”
Boos rain
down.
Tony turns
to the opposite corner.
Tony
Calibur:
“And their opponents… the team of Korbi Kong and Phoenix Blaze!”
The crowd
cheers loudly.
Suddenly,
the crowd reacts as Max McGillicutty steps out onto the stage.
Sam
Duffy:
“Oh, here we go…”
Max walks
with purpose to ringside, microphone in hand.
Max
McGillicutty:
“Hold on. Hold on. Before this match starts… I need to take care of something.”
He looks
directly at Count Vlad.
Max
McGillicutty:
“Count Vlad, you’ve involved yourself in enough matches tonight. So let me make
this very clear.”
He points
toward the back.
Max
McGillicutty:
“You are banned from ringside. Effective immediately.”
The crowd
roars.
Vlad’s
expression tightens. He slowly steps up onto the apron, staring daggers at Max.
Vlad steps
down, brushing past Max on his way up the ramp, never breaking eye contact.
Count
Vlad:
“This is far from over.”
He then
makes his way backstage.
Sam
Duffy:
“Count Vlad has been ejected!”
Rick
Granger:
“He does not look like a man who’s going to forget this.”
Max waits
until Vlad disappears behind the curtain, then turns back to the ring.
Max
McGillicutty:
“Now…”
He looks
at both teams.
Max
McGillicutty:
“This will be an even fight.”
He steps
out of the ring.
Max
McGillicutty:
“Ring the bell.”
Sam
Duffy:
“It’s official. Korbi Kong and Phoenix Blaze versus Mina Harker and Grizelda —
and Count Vlad is gone.”
Rick
Granger:
“Gone from ringside, Sam. But not gone from the story.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Either way… here we go.”
The bell
rings and Mina Harker immediately storms across the ring, catching Korbi
Kong with the Crimson Spiral and setting an aggressive, hostile tone
from the opening seconds.
Sam
Duffy:
“Listen to that reaction — Mina Harker is not here to wrestle, she’s here to
punish!”
Rick
Granger:
“She thinks Korbi betrayed the cause. In her mind, this is righteous
vengeance.”
Mina
quickly brings in Grizelda, and the Dark Dominion duo isolate Korbi,
hammering her with the Enchanted Ending twice in succession and cutting
the ring in half. Korbi absorbs punishment but refuses to quit, finally
creating space with a backbreaker and making the tag to Phoenix Blaze.
Phoenix
enters like a house of fire, and she and Korbi briefly double-team Mina,
flattening her and shifting the momentum.
Sam
Duffy:
“This is the first sustained offense we’ve seen from the faces!”
Rick
Granger:
“And they needed it — Mina and Grizelda were dictating this match.”
Mina
regroups and traps Phoenix in the Nightmare Clutch, then nearly finishes
things with Thirst Eternal, but Phoenix fights through it and survives.
The match breaks down into chaos, with all four women in the ring trading heavy
shots and signature offense in a wild four-way exchange that brings the crowd
to its feet.
Sam
Duffy:
“This has turned into a fight!”
Rick
Granger:
“And nobody’s backing down!”
As the
match wears on, Grizelda begins to show the effects of accumulated damage,
particularly after repeated slams and high-impact throws from Phoenix. Mina
continues to fight like a woman possessed, drilling Phoenix with Heartstopper
and trying desperately to regain control.
But
Grizelda is fading.
Phoenix
catches her again with a Fallaway Slam, and this time Grizelda collapses
clutching her leg.
Rick
Granger:
“Grizelda’s hurt! She can’t defend herself!”
Phoenix
doesn’t hesitate.
She hauls
Grizelda up and plants her with another Fallaway Slam, hooks the leg—
1… 2…
3!
Sam
Duffy:
“They did it! Phoenix Blaze and Korbi Kong win the main event!”
Rick
Granger:
“What a statement! What a war!”
Winners:
Korbi Kong & Phoenix Blaze
Korbi
slides into the ring and embraces Phoenix as the crowd roars. Mina Harker sits
on her knees near the ropes, staring daggers at Korbi — not in defeat, but in seething,
personal rage.
Sam
Duffy:
“This doesn’t look over.”
Rick
Granger:
“Not even close.”
Suddenly—
SELENA
BLACKFANG AND TALIA NOCTURNE
hit the ring.
They ambush
Korbi and Phoenix from behind.
The crowd
explodes in boos as Selena drops Korbi with a savage strike and Talia launches
herself at Phoenix, hammering her to the mat. Mina slowly rises, her expression
cold and satisfied, and joins the assault.
Sam
Duffy:
“This is a mugging!”
Rick
Granger:
“Vlad may be banned, but the Dark Dominion is still very much alive!”
Mina
stands over Korbi, looking down at her with pure hatred as Selena and Talia
hold Phoenix down.
Mina
doesn’t speak.
She just
stares.
And then
the Dominion continues the beating as officials rush the ring to try and pull
them apart.
Sam
Duffy:
“Look at this… look at this, Rick. The match is over, but the message is just
beginning.”
Rick
Granger:
“Vlad may be banned from ringside, Sam, but the Dark Dominion just made it
crystal clear — the war doesn’t stop just because the bell rang.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Korbi Kong and Phoenix Blaze fought their hearts out tonight. They won the
match. But in the end, it’s Selena Blackfang and Talia Nocturne who stand over
them like executioners.”
Rick
Granger:
“And don’t miss the symbolism here. Mina Harker is right there in the middle of
it. This isn’t just about tonight — this is personal. This is betrayal. This is
revenge.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Korbi’s out, Phoenix isn’t moving, and the Dark Dominion’s Vixens are posing
like they just conquered the ring. This is not a celebration — this is a
declaration.”
Rick
Granger:
“A declaration that no one is safe. Not Max McGillicutty. Not Korbi Kong. Not
anyone who ever thought they could tear the Dominion down from the inside.”
Sam
Duffy:
“We were promised an even fight tonight. We got one. But what we’re seeing now
is the aftermath of a war that’s only getting uglier.”
Rick
Granger:
“Remember this image, Sam. Because this is what the Dark Dominion wants burned
into everyone’s mind.”
Sam
Duffy:
“Ladies and gentlemen, for Rick Granger, I’m Sam Duffy. This has been HCW
Voltage. Good night… and may God help whoever stands in their way next.”
[CAMERA:
The shot lingers on the four Vixens standing tall over the fallen Korbi and
Phoenix as the crowd buzzes and the screen slowly fades to black.]
