Convergence Joint Booking Committee – Second Meeting
October 22 – Columbia, South Carolina
Location: The Palmetto Suites Hotel – Conference Room B
The scene opens with a hum of fluorescent lights and the faint whir of an old ceiling fan. The conference room is nothing like the grand chamber from their first meeting. Instead, it’s utilitarian—cream-colored walls, thin carpet, and a large oval table occupying most of the space. A silver coffee urn steams quietly in the corner beside a plate of stale pastries.
At the head of the table sits PWSJowsterguy—calm, expression unreadable, laptop open, fingers steepled. His neutral gray suit is crisp despite the humid Carolina air. He glances from side to side, taking stock of the faces that have already begun to sour.
On his left, the NPCW delegation:
Grinch Heyman, half-slouched, scarf draped over the back of his chair, eyes darting like a vulture’s.
Bernard the Elf, posture perfect, his notebook open with neat, tiny handwriting.
On his right, the HCW representatives:
Max McGillicutty, smirking already, the Dark Dominion’s shadow practically hanging over his shoulders.
Donnie B, forearms resting on the table, jaw set, calm but radiating a quiet authority.
This is the second of three meetings, and tonight’s agenda carries weight:
1. Ruling on title matches
2. Discussion of time limits
3. Mapping the full twenty-match card
CALL TO ORDER
PWSJowsterguy (steady, measured):
“Gentlemen, this meeting will come to order. We are here to finalize key structural elements before we proceed to mapping the card. I appreciate your continued cooperation.”
He scans the group slowly before continuing.
PWSJowsterguy:
“Let us begin with the ruling on title matches. The fans have made their voices clear—they want to see championships on the line. However, the integrity of our promotions must be protected. After careful review, I have decided: each company will designate two titles to be defended at Convergence. These matches will take place on their respective nights. NPCW titles on Night One, HCW titles on Night Two.”
Bernard nods approvingly, pen already poised to note it down. Donnie B mirrors the motion, leaning back with a satisfied hum. But across the table, Max scoffs audibly, while Grinch Heyman shakes his head, scarf tails flicking in frustration.
Grinch Heyman:
“Two titles? That’s restraint, not excitement. Fans don’t buy half-measures, they buy spectacle.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“The spectacle lies in balance, Mr. Heyman. Not excess.”
The IT specialist’s calm tone defuses the spark—barely.
NPCW’S TITLES
PWSJowsterguy:
“NPCW will choose first. Mr. Bernard, your selections?”
Bernard adjusts his glasses, measured and diplomatic.
Bernard the Elf:
“The Northern Lights Championship will be defended—it represents the strength and heart of the North. And the Queen of the North Championship, as our top women’s title, deserves the same honor.”
He closes his notebook softly and looks to Heyman.
Grinch Heyman (pausing, then shrugging):
“I’ll concede. Those are sound choices. Even I can’t argue with that logic... today.”
HCW’S TITLES
PWSJowsterguy:
“Very well. Mr. McGillicutty—HCW’s designations?”
Max leans forward, smile sharp as broken glass.
Max McGillicutty:
“HCW fears no stage. The HCW World Championship will be defended at Convergence. Unlike our northern counterparts, we don’t hide our best behind excuses.”
Grinch lets out a low, exaggerated cough that sounds suspiciously like “cowards.”
Donnie B (cutting in firmly):
“Easy, Max. I’ll back the World Title defense—but not the trash talk. This isn’t about cowardice. It’s about protecting our champions and our fans.”
Donnie leans back, thinking aloud for a moment.
Donnie B:
“Our second title will be the HCW TV Championship. Beastfang versus Van Helsing—title on the line. That’s marquee. That’s history.”
Max snaps upright, visibly agitated.
Max McGillicutty:
“The TV title? That’s beneath—”
Donnie B (interrupting, voice like steel):
“It’s money, Max. And it’s a match that fans have been begging for since the last pay-per-view. We’re doing it.”
Max scowls, but he doesn’t push further. The decision is made.
TIME LIMITS DISCUSSION
PWSJowsterguy:
“Now—time limits. This will determine pacing, broadcast feasibility, and fan experience. Let’s hear your thoughts.”
Immediately, Max leans in, voice full of authority.
Max McGillicutty:
“No time limits. Every match must have a winner. This isn’t a boardroom—it’s combat.”
Grinch Heyman (snapping back):
“Spoken like a man who’s never had to book live TV. No time limits means chaos—means overruns, dead air, and exhausted fans. Twenty minutes per match, except the main events. Those get forty.”
Donnie B (nostalgic but firm):
“Back in my day, we went sixty minutes and loved it. That’s what separates wrestlers from performers. I say bring back the hour limit.”
Bernard (calm, rational):
“Gentlemen—why force every match into the same mold? Each contest should have a limit suited to its purpose. A technical showcase isn’t the same as a brawl.”
The room grows loud—voices overlap, chairs scrape. Max and Grinch talk over each other, Donnie thumps the table for emphasis, Bernard gestures patiently but firmly.
Finally, Jowsterguy raises a single hand.
PWSJowsterguy (authoritative):
“Enough.”
The room falls silent.
PWSJowsterguy:
“All no time limits, or all sixty minutes, makes for an unwatchable marathon. But giving full discretion to promoters”—
(he glances pointedly between Max and Heyman)
“—creates opportunities for manipulation. We need structure, not chaos. My ruling is as follows:”
TIME LIMIT RULING
PWSJowsterguy:
Main Events and Battle Royals — No Time Limits.
Title Matches — 60-minute time limits.
All other Singles Matches — 30-minute time limits.
All Tag Team Matches — 60-minute time limits.
He looks around the room. A slow wave of reluctant nods follows—agreement, if not enthusiasm.
Grinch Heyman:
“Fine. But what happens if one of these epics actually does go the distance? Fans hate non-finishes.”
PWSJowsterguy (after a thoughtful pause):
“Then a rematch will be held—at a later date, hosted by the originating promotion. Simple, fair, and rewarding long-term storytelling.”
THE TITLE INTEGRITY DEBATE
This naturally sparks a new question.
Donnie B:
“Alright—but if a title does change hands at Convergence, what happens then? You can’t have our World Champion waltzing around on NPCW television.”
Bernard:
“Agreed. Our belts remain exclusive. HCW titles hold no recognition in NPCW, and ours don’t in theirs.”
Max McGillicutty:
“So, what—you both want the illusion of openness, but none of the risk?”
Grinch Heyman:
“Exactly. It’s called promotion protection, genius.”
PWSJowsterguy watches the volley calmly, then interjects with an elegant solution.
PWSJowsterguy:
“If a title changes hands, the new champion will be permitted to appear twice per month on the title’s home promotion—to defend it. The physical belt remains property of the certifying organization and cannot appear elsewhere. The prestige remains intact; the audience still benefits from the crossover.”
There’s a long pause. Then, slowly, Bernard nods. Donnie B follows. Even Grinch grumbles something close to agreement. Max folds his arms but doesn’t contest it. Decision accepted.
ADJOURNMENT
Jowsterguy closes his laptop with a soft click, signaling the end of the first half of the session.
PWSJowsterguy:
“We’ll break here. When we return, we’ll begin mapping all twenty matches for Convergence. Gentlemen, take fifteen minutes—cool your heads, refill your cups. We’ve come farther than I expected today.”
He stands, offering a polite nod before stepping away from the table. The others linger—Bernard whispering something to Heyman, Donnie and Max exchanging a quiet but heated word about Vlad’s involvement. The tension simmers again as the camera pans up to the buzzing ceiling light, fading out on the flicker of uneasy cooperation.
The hum of conversation returns as the committee members file back into the modest hotel meeting room. Styrofoam coffee cups are refilled, the stale pastries are mostly gone, and the air hums with the friction of ego and strategy.
PWSJowsterguy straightens his tie and taps a pen against his laptop.
PWSJowsterguy (firm but cordial):
“Alright, everyone. Let’s resume. Before we begin discussing new matches, let’s recap the matches agreed upon at our last session.”
He clicks through a digital list projected faintly against the beige wall.
RECAP – AGREED MATCHES
PWSJowsterguy (reading):
20-Man Battle Royal – The Convergence Cup
Ten men from each promotion. Winner takes the trophy and a to-be-announced prize. To be held on Night Two (HCW’s night).Santa Claus & a HCW Partner vs The Yeti & a NPCW Partner
NPCW’s Main Event.
Bernard (nodding): “Santa has confirmed his partner — Jax Brenner.”
Max (leaning back): “The Yeti’s considering his options.”Beastfang vs Van Helsing – HCW TV Title Match
Confirmed for HCW Night.Jack Mason vs Zack Brown – Non-Title Match
NPCW Night.Ashen Vicar & The Mirror Saints vs The Fangs of Despair & Azazel
HCW Night.Wilbur “Terrorfang” Townsend vs Krampus
Night – To Be Determined.Jack Lumber vs Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – HCW World Title Match
HCW Night.
PWSJowsterguy (closing the list):
“That’s seven matches settled. Thirteen remain, plus several nights yet to decide. Let’s begin constructing the rest of the card. HCW, you have the floor.”
HCW PROPOSAL #1 – HCW MAIN EVENT
Max McGillicutty (with a showman’s grin):
“Since it’s been decreed that there should be one night with a women’s headline match, HCW will feature the Sisters of the Hood against Dominion’s Mina Harker, Korbi Kong, and Grizelda. A proper war to close the curtain.”
Grinch Heyman immediately leans forward, eyes glinting.
Grinch Heyman:
“Agreed.”
Bernard shoots him a suspicious glance — this was too quick even for Grinch.
Donnie B (approving):
“A worthy main event. Power versus prophecy. Sold.”
NPCW PROPOSAL #1 – NORTHERN LIGHTS TITLE
PWSJowsterguy:
“NPCW, your turn.”
Grinch Heyman:
“Since the Northern Lights Title is up for defense, Champion Sandman has personally requested Rich Athlete as his challenger. NPCW night, naturally.”
Max (mock yawning):
“Who cares?”
Donnie B (grinning):
“I care. A straight contest between two non-Dominion talents — that’s refreshing.”
Bernard notes something quietly; Heyman smirks like a fox with feathers on his chin.
HCW PROPOSAL #2 – LILITH vs LUCIANA ALBANO
Donnie B:
“Luciana Albano’s been asking for Lilith ever since the Dominion trashed the HCW women’s locker room. It’s time we make that official.”
Grinch Heyman (raising hands defensively):
“Oh, come on! Lilith was merely… celebrating.”
Bernard:
“By burning their vanity mirrors and cursing the hairdryers? Yes, that’s perfectly appropriate grounds for a match.”
The room chuckles. Even Max smirks. The match is locked in.
NPCW PROPOSAL #2 – THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS vs DARK DOMINION
Bernard:
“Goldie Locks still has unfinished business with Dark Dominion’s Talia and Selena. NPCW proposes a six-woman tag: The Blonde Bombshells — Alice, Dorothy and Goldie — vs Talia, Selena, and a partner of their choice.”
Max’s phone buzzes. He checks it, smiles like a snake.
Max:
“The Dominion agrees… on one condition. Their third is NPCW’s Wicked Witch.”
Donnie B (laughing):
“Figures. No one from HCW would team with them anyway.”
Grinch Heyman:
“Fine. Book it for NPCW Night.”
HCW PROPOSAL #3 – MORNINGSTAR vs HUNTER’S ENCLAVE
Max:
“The Morningstar needs an opponent worthy of his stature. We propose a member of Hunter’s Enclave.”
Grinch Heyman:
“Hansel’s available.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Consider it booked. Night to be decided.”
NPCW PROPOSAL #3 – QUEEN OF THE NORTH TITLE
Grinch Heyman:
“NPCW’s Queen of the North Champion Moonshadow will defend against Feral.”
Max tilts his head, intrigued.
Max:
“That could tear apart the Horde and the Wolf Pack alliances.”
Donnie B:
“Oh well. Drama draws numbers. Book it.”
HCW PROPOSAL #4 – OWEN ZESTWELL vs ABADDON
Donnie B:
“Owen Zestwell’s earned his shot to shine.”
Grinch Heyman (grinning wickedly):
“Then Abaddon would love to make marmalade out of him.”
Bernard winces.
PWSJowsterguy:
“Booked. Night TBD.”
NPCW PROPOSAL #4 – ROBIN HOOD vs MR. X
Bernard:
“Robin Hood has requested a match slot.”
Donnie B:
“Mr. X fits. Both fan favorites, both unpredictable.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Done. Night to be determined.”
HCW PROPOSAL #5 – NIGHTSTALKERS vs FRIAR TUCK & LITTLE JOHN
Max:
“The Nightstalkers need fresh prey.”
Grinch Heyman:
“Friar Tuck and Little John are free. That’s a natural pairing.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Booked. Night TBD.”
NPCW PROPOSAL #5 – MAID MARIAN vs ASHLEY SUMMERS
Grinch Heyman:
“Keeping with the Merry Band theme, Maid Marian is open.”
Donnie B:
“Ashley Summers. Perfect match.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Booked. Night TBD.”
HCW PROPOSAL #6 – SAMOAN BLOODLINE vs THE BEASTS
Donnie B:
“The Samoan Bloodline deserve representation.”
Bernard:
“Then the Beasts will meet their challenge.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Booked.”
NPCW PROPOSAL #6 – GRETEL vs VERONICA FLAME
Bernard:
“Gretel of Hunter’s Enclave is eager for competition.”
Donnie B:
“I’ve got a promising newcomer — Veronica Flame. Let’s give her the spotlight.”
PWSJowsterguy:
“Booked. Night TBD.”
HCW PROPOSAL #7 – NEGROPOLIS vs NICO BURNETT
Max:
“One more from HCW: former star Negropolis returns, facing the rising NPCW newcomer Nico Burnett.”
Grinch Heyman:
“Agreed. A fine finale.”
SUMMARY
PWSJowsterguy leans back, scrolling through the now-complete spreadsheet. The list stretches impressively across the screen.
PWSJowsterguy (recapping):
“That brings us to twenty matches confirmed. Some nights remain undecided, and the full roster for the Convergence Cup Battle Royal will be finalized next week.”
He looks around the table — four men, exhausted but satisfied, each wearing a different kind of grin: pride, cunning, suspicion, ambition.
PWSJowsterguy:
“Next week’s agenda:
Assign final nights to the remaining matches.
Finalize the twenty participants for the Convergence Cup.
Address special stipulations or promotional cross-overs.
Meeting adjourned.”
Chairs scrape. Papers shuffle. The faint smell of coffee and competition lingers as they file out — alliances uncertain, egos barely contained. As the door closes, Jowsterguy exhales and murmurs to himself:
PWSJowsterguy (quietly):
“They think they’re booking matches. They’re booking a storm.”
FADE OUT.
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