Convergence Joint Booking Committee – Third and Final Meeting

October 29 – Scrooge’s Convention Centre & Resort

The camera pans across the opulent room: mahogany walls, roaring fireplace, golden sconces, and a polished obsidian table big enough to seat a royal court. At its head sits PWSJowsterguy, calm as ever, adjusting his glasses with the authority of a man who’s been refereeing egos for three weeks straight.

To his left, the NPCW contingent — Grinch Heyman, smirking and unreadable, and Bernard the Elf, hands folded politely, eyes patient but tired.

To his right, the HCW delegation — Max McGillicutty, slick and self-satisfied, and Donnie B, radiating that old-school “I-built-this” energy, like a wrestler who never fully took off his boots.

The hum of tension mixes with the scent of cigar smoke and peppermint oil.

Scene 1: Opening Formalities

PWSJowsterguy (clearing his throat):
“Ladies and gentlemen… and whatever category you fall into, Mr. Heyman… let’s call the third and final Convergence Booking Committee meeting to order. Our agenda is straightforward: finalize the remaining match assignments, confirm the twenty participants in the Convergence Cup, and address any last-minute stipulations before the event is locked in.”

He glances down at his notes.

PWSJowsterguy:
“As a quick administrative note, it’s been agreed that the Luciana Albano vs Lilith match will shift from HCW Night to NPCW Night, given Lilith’s possible championship implications. To balance this, HCW will pick first when assigning the remaining nine matches.”

Max (with a grin):
“About time fairness favored the right side of the table.”

Grinch Heyman (rolling his eyes):
“Right side, wrong motives.”

Bernard:
“Gentlemen, please. Let’s keep this productive.”

Scene 2: The Night Assignments

PWSJowsterguy:
“Very well. HCW, your first pick.”

Max (with immediate authority):
“The Nightstalkers vs Friar Tuck and Little John — we’ll take that for HCW Night. The Dominion needs to make an example of those merry misfits.”

Bernard (mutters):
“More like a public mugging.”

PWSJowsterguy:
“Duly noted. NPCW, your turn.”

Grinch Heyman (with a sly grin):
“Wilbur ‘Terrorfang’ Townsend vs Krampus. That one’s coming to the North Pole. Frostbite and fire on our turf.”

Max (snapping):
“WHAT?! That’s a Dominion storyline! You can’t—”

PWSJowsterguy (interjecting smoothly):
“You had first pick, Mr. McGillicutty. Let’s move on.”

Max glares daggers. Grinch folds his hands innocently, smiling like a cat that just ate a reindeer.

Donnie B:
“Then HCW’ll take Abaddon vs Owen Zestwell. Owen’s got heart — and he deserves the spotlight.”

Grinch Heyman (groans):
“Heart won’t save him from Abaddon’s teeth.”

Bernard:
“For NPCW, we’ll place Robin Hood vs Mr. X on our night. The fans love Robin — he represents hope.”

Max:
“And pickpocketing.”

Donnie B:
“HCW selects Morningstar vs Hansel — a clash of light and dark.”

Max:
“Exactly. And it keeps the Dominion’s narrative on track.”

Donnie B:
“You mean your narrative, Max.”

Grinch Heyman (grinning wickedly):
“Then, for NPCW… Samoan Bloodline vs The Beasts. A powerhouse showdown in the snow — our fans eat that up.”

Donnie B (fuming):
“You did that just to spite me!”

Grinch:
“Of course I did. It’s called strategy.”

Donnie B:
“Fine. Then HCW takes Maid Marian vs Ashley Summers. Let’s see how the damsel fares in the southern heat.”

Bernard:
“NPCW will take Gretel vs Veronica Flame. New blood for the North.”

PWSJowsterguy:
“And that leaves Negropolis vs Nico Burnett for HCW.”

Max (slumping):
“Oh, wonderful. Stuck with ugly skull-face himself.”

Grinch Heyman:
“Don’t be jealous — he’s still prettier than you.”

The table breaks into laughter — even Bernard hides a smile.

Scene 3: The Convergence Cup Rosters

PWSJowsterguy:
“Excellent. Now, onto the Convergence Cup. HCW, your list first.”

Max (reading from a crisp dossier):
“Wicked Prophet, Biceps Bannerman, Bruiser McPugg, Dick Albano, Evan Stockwell, Lou Albano III, Sterling Silverman, Outback Oscar, Son of Drew, and Son of Stache.”

Donnie B:
“A solid mix. Some legends, some prospects.”

PWSJowsterguy:
“NPCW, your list?”

Grinch Heyman (smirking like a magician revealing his final trick):
“Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Disciple 2, Sinbad, Heracles, Belsnickel, Hans Trapp, Frosty, Jack Frost, and Marcus the Beastmaster.”

Bernard:
“An eclectic group, but the fans will love the spectacle.”

Max:
“Half of those aren’t human.”

Grinch:
“Neither are most of your wrestlers, morally speaking.”

PWSJowsterguy rubs his temples, breathing deeply before moving on.

Scene 4: Final Rulings and Stipulations

PWSJowsterguy:
“As for gimmick matches — the consensus is clear. This event is a spectacle unto itself. No extra stipulations this year. We’ll save that flavor for next time. Agreed?”

All nod, even Grinch — though reluctantly.

PWSJowsterguy:
“Then we are, at long last, concluded. I’ll remain available as final arbiter should unforeseen disputes arise. Otherwise, Convergence is set.”

He raises his gavel — and that’s when the double doors slam open.

Scene 5: Scrooge’s Spectacle

Ebenezer Scrooge storms in, red-faced, waving a crumpled parchment like a flag of outrage. Behind him struts The Great and Wonderful Negronomicon, masked, caped, and munching smugly on a lobster claw.

Scrooge (bellowing):
“HALT THIS MEETING IMMEDIATELY! I DEMAND TO BE HEARD!”

PWSJowsterguy (sighs, amused):
“Mr. Scrooge, you have no standing here. Please — take your temper and your shellfish elsewhere.”

Scrooge (indignant):
“I’ll have you know, I come bearing an official order!” [He slaps the parchment into Jowsterguy’s face.]
“This decree states both nights of Convergence are to be held at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex!”

Bernard:
“What the devil are you playing at, you old fool?”

Scrooge:
“Bah! The fools are those who let these flimflam artists steal Convergence away from us!”

Donnie B (standing):
“No one’s stealing anything. It’s called partnership, Scrooge.”

Donnie turns his gaze to Negronomicon.
“And what in blazes are you doing here?”

Negronomicon (smirking through his mask):
“Merely supporting my good friend, Scrooge. Though I’d read you the order, the words may be beyond your comprehension, Donnie. All those big syllables.”

PWSJowsterguy (reading the paper, unimpressed):
“This… is a Scrooge-branded form signed by the Court of Scrooge. It holds no legal bearing whatsoever.” [He rips it in half and tosses it back.]

Scrooge:
“You—you can’t just—”

Negronomicon (gasps dramatically):
“The audacity! The disrespect! The utter lack of lobster etiquette!” [He sucks the last bit of meat from the claw with a noisy slurp.]

Donnie B (stepping forward, pointing a finger):
“You want to take this event from HCW? You’ll have to go through me. I built HCW with blood and sweat. No penny-pinching miser’s gonna steal it from me!”

Scrooge (backpedaling slightly):
“No, no, you misunderstand! I wasn’t stealing, merely reallocating! A show this grand deserves the grandest venue in the world — not some… backwater coliseum!”

Donnie B (grinning fiercely):
“That ‘backwater coliseum’ is dripping with history. Heritage runs deep there. You want a decision, old man? Let’s settle it the right way — in the ring.”

He points squarely at Negronomicon.

Donnie B:
“Me… versus your champion.”

Scrooge (perking up):
“My champion… you mean—?”

Donnie B:
“That’s right. The Great and Wonderful Negronomicon.”

Scrooge’s face lights up. Negronomicon freezes mid-lobster-bite.

Negronomicon (choking):
“Wh-what? No, no, no. I’m retired! I have bursitis! Acid reflux! Stage fright! Cowarditis!”

Scrooge (tugging at his sleeve):
“Come now, old friend, think of the publicity!”

Negronomicon:
“I’m thinking of my life expectancy!”

He tries to waddle toward the door.

Donnie B (smirking):
“As I expected. Just a loud mouth with a mask and a menu.”

PWSJowsterguy (slamming gavel):
“Enough! The matter is settled. Meeting adjourned!”

Negronomicon (muttering as he exits):
“Next time, I’m bringing shrimp…”

Grinch Heyman (to Bernard, sotto voce):
“Bet you twenty snowballs Scrooge tries to charge him for the lobster.”

Bernard:
“Make it forty.”

The room dissolves into laughter as Scrooge continues shouting in the hallway, Negronomicon fumbling with his cape and bib. The camera lingers on the gavel — Convergence is official.