The Convergence Summit
Location: Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre — Grand Ballroom
Present:
NPCW/KWO side:
Alexander (Chairman, KBL Wrestling Organization Board),
Victoria Deschamps (KWO Board Vice Chair),
Bernard (NPCW Liaison to the KWO Board),
Robert Cratchit (NPCW Commissioner),
Ebenezer Scrooge (Special Advisor to the Commissioner),
Lucien Vantrell (Vantrell Holdings - silent observer),
Ms. Sweetins (Executive General Manager, NPCW Women’s Division)
HCW side:
Donnie B (Owner - Heritage Championship Wrestling),
Max McGillicutty (HCW General Manager),
Count Vlad (Leader of the Dark Dominion)
The Banker (Financial Backer - silent observer).
Camera pans the ballroom. Reporters line the walls, flashes go off. A grand banner of NPCW and HCW logos hangs behind the dais. Ebenezer Scrooge raps his cane against the polished floor, beaming.
Ebenezer Scrooge: “Ladies and gentlemen, titans of industry, custodians of combat! Welcome to the Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre, the crown jewel of my latest Scrooge Resort expansion!
Do you see these chandeliers? Imported from Vienna! These chairs? Stitched in Florence! The crystal goblets before you contain water melted from a glacier older than civilization itself! And here… here, under my roof, wrestling history shall be made!”
The crowd claps politely. Vlad leans back, smirking. Max shakes his head, already annoyed.
Robert Cratchit (standing, clearing his throat): “Thank you, Mr. Scrooge. While the setting is indeed magnificent, we must not lose sight of the purpose. Tonight, NPCW, HCW, and the KWO Board meet as equals to shape Convergence — an event that will redefine the wrestling world.”
Max McGillicutty: “Equals, Commissioner? Good. Because HCW didn’t come all this way to play tourist in Scrooge’s hotel lobby. If this is truly Convergence, HCW demands equal footing — not as guests, but as partners.”
Scrooge (waving his cane): “Bah! Partners? My boy, the money is here. The lights, the venue, the luxury! Why waste resources on travel when we can host the entire spectacle right here in my halls? Imagine it: Convergence — Live from Scrooge Resorts, the Eighth Wonder of the World!”
Count Vlad (leaning forward, voice like silk): “Imagine it indeed… a cage built of gold, yet still a cage. Wrestling is not nurtured in crystal halls, Scrooge. It breathes in conflict. To confine it here is to strangle it.”
Max McGillicutty (slapping the table): “He’s right. This can’t be locked into one man’s empire. Convergence will be a two-day event. Night one in NPCW’s arena. Night two in Columbia, South Carolina — HCW’s ground. And we’ll see crossover fights on both shows.”
Victoria Deschamps (cutting in, calm but firm): “Equal footing is the only way this summit even stands. This is not one empire bending another. This is balance — justice. If either side seeks to tilt the scales, then Convergence collapses before it begins.”
Count Vlad (smirking, eyes narrowing at her): “Ah… justice. Such a fragile word from such a fragile voice. You speak of scales, Miss Deschamps, but tell me — when the Dominion tips them with blood and gold, will you still cling to your ‘balance’? Or will you beg for mercy?”
Victoria (unflinching, leaning forward): “I won’t beg, Count. I’ll fight. And I’ll make sure Convergence isn’t remembered for your arrogance, but for giving every wrestler, every division, their rightful chance.”
The crowd murmurs. Donnie grins at Vlad being checked. Alexander leans toward Donnie, nodding approvingly at his ally standing her ground.
Scrooge (red-faced): “Two days? Do you know the costs? The insurance premiums? The transport fees? Outrageous! You’ll bleed this project dry!”
Robert Cratchit (measured): “It isn’t outrageous. It’s essential. If Convergence is to mean what we say it does, both promotions must host it. One night for NPCW. One night for HCW. The fans will see balance.”
Victoria Deschamps (with authority): “The KWO Board concurs. Appearances matter. A single-night show at Scrooge Resorts risks accusations of favoritism. Two nights ensures neutrality and legitimacy.”
Scrooge (grumbling): “Humbug! Neutrality doesn’t sell hotel rooms…”
Count Vlad (low chuckle): “Perhaps not… but blood does.”
The crowd shifts uneasily. Scrooge shoots Vlad a glare, but says nothing.
Bernard: “The question then becomes: who books the matches? NPCW suggests a neutral committee — one representative each from NPCW, HCW, and the Board. Three voices, one decision.”
Max McGillicutty (snorting): “A committee? Please. HCW already has a General Manager. I don’t answer to committees. Dominion Law is what keeps HCW in order, and it will not be tossed aside for boardroom bureaucracy.”
Victoria Deschamps (firm, steel in her voice): “Dominion Law does not extend beyond HCW borders. At Convergence, authority must be shared. Committees don’t dilute authority — they protect against corruption. Without them, Dominion Law becomes nothing but tyranny.”
Count Vlad (chuckling darkly): “Spoken like a child who believes in fairy tales. Tyranny, justice, fairness… all masks. And when masks fall, power remains. My Dominion does not answer to committees.”
Victoria (meeting his gaze): “Then at Convergence, it will answer to me.”
Reporters gasp. Vlad sits forward now, no smile — his aristocratic veneer cracking. A dangerous flicker of respect passes between them.
Ms. Sweetins (rising): “Let us not forget the women. NPCW insists on at least two inter-promotional women’s matches, with one featured as a headliner. If Convergence truly represents both promotions, the women must stand equal.”
Donnie B (nodding, calm but firm): “On that, HCW agrees. Our Heritage Women’s Champion, our Iron Maidens — they’ve carried shows on their shoulders. They deserve to headline one night of Convergence. Period.”
Alexander (leaning in, steepling his fingers): “The KWO Board stands behind Mr. B. Representation without parity is hollow. If NPCW insists on balance, then women must headline one night. That is final.”
Cratchit nods approvingly. Victoria glances at Alexander, surprised but reassured. She then shoots a sharp look at Vlad, daring him to oppose it.
Count Vlad (after a long pause, dripping sarcasm): “Very noble. Very… righteous. If the people wish to see queens paraded before the throne, then so be it. But when the Dominion enters, all crowns will be shattered.”
Victoria bristles, ready to fire back, but Alexander raises a calming hand. She restrains herself, but her eyes stay locked on Vlad.
Scrooge rises again, cane slamming for attention.
Scrooge: “Headlines, titles, committees… all secondary to the brand! Convergence will forever be tied to Scrooge Resorts. My marketing machine will blast it across continents! Every poster, every cup, every chair in the arena — stamped with the Scrooge name! When fans recall wrestling’s greatest alliance, they will remember it was born in my house!”
Reporters murmur. Max mutters angrily. Vlad chuckles, his smile sharp.
Count Vlad: “A house built of gold is still dust when the fire comes, Scrooge.”
Robert Cratchit (summarizing): “Then let us declare it here: Convergence shall be a two-day event. Night one in NPCW’s arena. Night two in Columbia, South Carolina. Dual main events. Neutral committee. Equal spotlight on men and women. HCW and NPCW banners raised together.”
Max McGillicutty: “HCW accepts — but understand this: Dominion Law will stand in Columbia. Try to restrain us if you dare.”
Count Vlad (smiling faintly): “And when the night ends, it will be the Dominion the people remember.”
Cratchit shifts uncomfortably. All eyes turn to Donnie B. He rises slowly, voice steady, commanding the room.
Donnie B: “Enough. I’ve heard the posturing, the politics, the profit margins. Here’s the truth: Convergence is happening. Two nights. Two homes. One legacy. It isn’t about law or ledgers. It’s about wrestling. And if anyone forgets that… I’ll remind them myself.”
The ballroom erupts in applause. Reporters rush forward. Cameras flash. Scrooge sulks but forces a smile, already calculating profits. Vlad leans back, satisfied, like a wolf among sheep. Victoria rises to her feet, her voice ringing above the chaos.
Victoria Deschamps: “And let it be known — Convergence belongs to no one man’s Dominion, no one empire’s law. It belongs to the wrestlers, and to the fans. Justice will be done.”
Count Vlad (slowly rising, locking eyes with her): “Justice will bleed. And when history remembers Convergence… it will whisper the name of Vlad.”
The two glare across the table — tension you could cut with a blade. Reporters shout questions, flashbulbs explode. Scrooge forces a laugh, Donnie smirks with confidence, Alexander leans back satisfied. The screen fades to the Convergence logo.
Just…wow
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