THOUGHTS FROM THE BUNKER …
by Dave “The Brute” Kent
Two nights ago, I sat in the After Dark studio and watched what may go down as the most important boardroom brawl in wrestling history. Forget the chandeliers from Vienna, the glacier-water goblets, or the Florentine-stitched chairs Ebenezer Scrooge bragged about — the real sparkle was in the tension crackling between NPCW, HCW, and the KWO Board.
This wasn’t just another handshake photo-op. This was a collision of egos, empires, and philosophies. And somehow… somehow, it actually produced an agreement.
Here’s the headline:
Convergence will be a two-night event. Night one belongs to NPCW. Night two, HCW’s turf in Columbia, South Carolina. Equal footing, dual main events, and yes — the women are guaranteed their spotlight, with at least one interpromotional women’s match headlining a night.
For a moment, I thought Scrooge was going to keel over when he realized he couldn’t hog the whole show inside his Resorts empire. The man nearly broke his cane in half railing against “outrageous costs” and “lost hotel revenue.” But Victoria Deschamps? Calm as a glacier, steel in her voice, she cut through Vlad’s smirks and Scrooge’s greed like a surgeon. Watching her stand toe-to-toe with Count Vlad — that was the moment I knew this summit wasn’t a sideshow. It was real.
And Vlad… God help us all, that man relishes conflict the way the rest of us breathe. He didn’t blink at the notion of committees or parity. He mocked it, dressed it down, and in his velvet way promised blood. Yet when Victoria met him eye-to-eye and declared Convergence wouldn’t belong to his Dominion, the room changed. For the first time, I saw Vlad pause. Not yield — just pause. That’s respect in the Dominion’s language.
Donnie B, ever the businessman, was the one to hammer it home: “Two nights. Two homes. One legacy.” The line will be on posters by the weekend, you watch.
So what do I make of it? Convergence is no longer a dream or a rumor. It’s happening, and it’s bigger than any of us imagined. But make no mistake — this isn’t unity. It’s detente. NPCW and HCW are going to march into this thing arm-in-arm for the cameras, but backstage? The knives are already sharpened.
And maybe that’s the point. Wrestling has always thrived on conflict. Now, for two nights, that conflict will be bigger than any one company, board, or Dominion.
Mark it down: Convergence won’t just test wrestlers. It’ll test the entire wrestling world.
Two nights, two arenas, two egos too big to fit in the same ballroom — good luck calling that Convergence, I call it a train wreck with a ticket price.
NO WORDS BARRED
Dave’s Takes on NPCW House Show from Quebec City, Quebec (September 25, 2025)
Quebec City Carnage
Quebec City wrestling fans don’t mess around. They want action, drama, and a little bit of madness — and NPCW gave them all three in spades. From Olympian arrogance to Wolf Pack hijinks, fairy-tale fury to dollhouse chaos, the night was a buffet of hard hits, dirty tricks, and moments that had the crowd roaring. And in the main event? A prince proved he was more than just a pretty face.
(And for the record, Honest Abe continues to prove that being “honest” doesn’t mean being competent — but more on that in a minute.)
Match 1 – Ares & Mars (w/Zeus) vs. Lion & Tin Man
Referee: “Honest” Abe
Teaser:
Quebec City got a strange mix here — the Olympians trying to prove their dominance against a mismatched but surprisingly scrappy duo of Lion and Tin Man. On paper it looked like a showcase for Ares and Mars, but the question was whether Honest Abe could keep control when Zeus was prowling at ringside. (Spoiler: he couldn’t.)
Recap:
This one was a tug of war early, with all four men piling in for a chaotic opening exchange that gave everyone a little shine. Ares and Mars did the heavy lifting with crisp backbreakers, lariats, and plenty of quick tags, while Lion fought valiantly with chops and brainbusters to slow them down. Tin Man played the tank role, grinding down with suplexes and his “Steely Resolve” lock.
Zeus inevitably made his presence felt in the 8th minute, sneaking in a Lightning Rod shot that let Ares nearly steal it with a pin. To their credit, Lion and Tin Man rallied — Lion even landed back-to-back brainbusters that had the crowd believing in an upset. But the Olympians’ rotation wore them down. In the closing stretch, Tin Man’s STF almost sealed it, but Ares powered through and drilled him with a brutal power bomb for the clean pin at 18 minutes.
Rating: ★★★
Kent’s Take: Solid house show tag — nothing spectacular, but the Olympians looked strong, and Lion proved he can take a beating and still get sympathy. Tin Man continues to be exactly what his name implies: durable, stiff, and slightly rusty. The interference from Zeus was predictable, but at least it added heat. The only real gripe? The match felt a couple minutes too long.
Match 2 – Athena (w/Zeus) vs. Pearl
Referee: “Honest” Abe
Teaser:
The goddess vs. the grinder. Athena, with Zeus lurking like a storm cloud at ringside, squared off against Pearl, who’s carved out a reputation as one of the toughest, most deceptively hard-hitting women on the roster.
Recap:
This was a 22-minute slugfest that felt like two stubborn brawlers trying to out-tough each other. Athena opened with a thunderous Goddess Bomb, but Pearl wasn’t rattled — she came back firing with her “Tooth Extractor” offense, chopping Athena down.
Pearl dominated long stretches, but Zeus kept tilting the scales with distractions and cheap shots. Still, Pearl refused to break, trading bombs with Athena in a grueling exchange of suplexes, backbreakers, and spears. Finally, after shaking off Zeus’s last interference, Pearl landed a running axe handle that finally kept Athena down for the three.
Rating: ★★★½
Kent’s Take: Pearl keeps proving she’s one of the toughest in NPCW. The match was gritty, too long in spots, and messy thanks to Zeus, but Pearl pinning an Olympian is a big deal. Athena looks more vulnerable every week — which is either bad booking or the beginning of something interesting.
Match 3 – Big Bad Wolf (w/ Wolf Pack) vs. Sinbad
Referee: “Honest” Abe
Teaser:
The pirate versus the predator. Sinbad came in swinging, but when you face Big Bad Wolf — and the entire Pack shadowing ringside — it’s never just one-on-one.
Recap:
Wolf mauled Sinbad early, cinching in the Lycan Lock and trying to smother him. Sinbad fought back with lariats and even spiked Wolf with a tornado DDT that gave the crowd hope. Every time he got momentum, though, the Pack shut it down — distractions, interference, and chaos Honest Abe somehow never saw.
The pirate strung together a late rally, but Wolf smothered it with brutal mat work and rope chokes. At 14 minutes, after yet another ringside distraction, Wolf planted Sinbad with a sit-out facebuster and stole the win.
Rating: ★★★
Kent’s Take: Sinbad showed guts, but this was another Pack production. Wolf didn’t need that much help, but he took it anyway, which drained the drama. Fans wanted to rally for Sinbad, but the finish was a foregone conclusion.
Match 4 – Malice & Regina vs. Penny Coppersnap & Snow White
Referee: “Honest” Abe
Teaser:
The Patchwork Dolls’ chaos met the dark power of Malice and Regina. Four combustible personalities, one referee doomed to lose control.
Recap:
The first few minutes were a blur of slams, suplexes, and dives. Malice’s raw strength and Regina’s precision carved up Penny, but the Dolls fired back with creative double-teams. Midway through, it devolved into pure chaos — bodies flying, Honest Abe counting the wrong people, and both sides trading momentum in messy but entertaining fashion.
Snow White nearly sealed it with her Kiss of Spite, but Regina and Malice weathered the storm. At 16 minutes, Regina climbed high and crushed Snow White with a Diving Splash for the win.
Rating: ★★★
Kent’s Take: Wild, sloppy, but fun. Penny was the engine, Snow White brought grit, and Malice/Regina leaned on power. Not crisp, but the energy and crowd reactions carried it. A sneaky-good tag that showed the Dolls can hang even in defeat.
Main Event – Prince Charming vs. Nutcracker Captain
Referee: “Honest” Abe
Teaser:
A fairy-tale idol versus a martial battlemaster — Prince Charming had to soar higher than ever to survive the Captain and the ever-scheming Nutcracker General.
Recap:
The Prince dazzled early with a Shooting Star Leg Drop, only to be slammed back down by an Olympic Slam. From there, the Captain grounded him with suplexes and a spike piledriver while the General kept feeding him weapons and distractions.
Charming weathered the storm with breathtaking dives and crisp strikes. The Captain absorbed punishment, but every time he regained control, Charming came back higher and faster. The climax came at 14 minutes, when Charming finally shrugged off the interference and nailed the Death From Above Corkscrew 450 Splash for the clean pin.
Rating: ★★★★
Kent’s Take: This was Prince Charming at his best — flashy, resilient, and unshaken by crooked tactics. The General’s meddling dragged the middle, but the finish was electric. A strong main event that sent Quebec City home buzzing.
THE FINAL WORD
By Dave “The Brute” Kent
Word on the street is the Convergence Booking Committee is coming together. Three, maybe five members depending on who blinks first in the political backroom smoke-fest. Supposedly, HCW gets their seat, NPCW gets theirs, and then there’s the great mystery chair — the so-called “neutral” voice who will break the ties and guide this whole wrestling circus into the promised land. And oh boy, the names being tossed around.
We’ve got the usual suspects: Walter Pressman, who’s been spinning “visionary booking” yarns since VHS tapes were king; Damien Black, who I think legally changed his middle name to “brooding”; Negronomicon, who sounds more like a cursed artifact than a booker; Cinnamon Cindy Styles, who I’m convinced once tried to pitch an entire card on roller skates; Joe the Dog Walker, whose booking philosophy seems to involve kennels and chew toys; and my personal favorite, “PWSJowsterguy,” which I’m told is either a Reddit handle or a medieval weapon. These are the minds entrusted to shape one of the biggest cross-promotional events in years? Lord help us all.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Some of these folks have résumés, reputations, and fan bases that swear they know how to spin straw into five-star classics. But let’s be honest — Convergence isn’t just about booking dream matches. It’s about giving the people something they’ll never forget. It’s about cutting through egos, trimming the fat, and putting the best damn product in the ring without drowning it in politics or fantasy booking forums. And I’ll tell you this much: there’s only one man mean enough, smart enough, and cynical enough to actually pull that off.
Yeah, you guessed it. Yours truly. Dave “The Brute” Kent. I’ve been around this game longer than some of these committee names have been alive. I know what works, what doesn’t, and what’ll sell in Montreal versus what’ll get booed out of the building in Houston. I’ve sat through every flavor of overbooked nonsense, backstage politics, and “creative visionaries” talking themselves into train wrecks. And the difference between them and me? I’ll actually tell you when your big idea stinks — and then I’ll fix it.
So, Booking Committee, if you’re reading this — forget the cursed grimoires, the roller-derby fantasies, and the guys who think a headlock should go thirty minutes. You want Convergence to be remembered for all the right reasons? Put me in that chair. Let The Brute steer the ship. And if you don’t? Well… don’t come crying to me when your “epic main event” ends up looking like a low-rent car crash with pyros.
Because at the end of the day, Convergence deserves a booking committee with brains, guts, and a little bit of bite. And let’s face it — nobody bites harder than me.
– Dave "The Brute" Kent, “If I’m not on the committee, fine. But don’t be shocked when your big supercard turns into Super Hard Pass.”
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