Aired - June 29, 2025
SHOW OPENING
Cue dramatic cinematic score over snowy vistas, echoing battles, and the roar of thousands of NPCW faithful. A glimmering montage rolls on screen...
🎥 OPENING VIDEO PACKAGE
Voiceover booms over a high-octane highlight reel:
"Tonight... legends will rise, grudges will ignite, and destinies will MELT beneath the white-hot lights of the North Pole Arena!"
We see:
Robin Hood launching into action with Friar Tuck and Little John at his side, arrows blazing and fans erupting.
Sandman marching through a blizzard, dragging his hourglass, the storm twisting behind him.
The Polar Bears, growling on a frozen cliff, championship gold around their waists.
Big Bad Wolf, howling at a blood-red moon.
Monster’s Bash stomping through ice caves — Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King — pure devastation.
The Blonde Bombshells, strutting in glam and glitter, contrasting with…
The Wicked Witch, brewing chaos with a dark cackle and a thunderclap of green lightning.
Misfits of Mayhem with Flippers poolside relaixing.
Rudolph, standing atop Santa’s Workshop, cloak flapping, North Pole Championship hoisted high — his nose glowing defiantly.
🎥 LIVE CAMERA SWEEP
The music crescendos as we cut LIVE to the North Pole Arena. The crowd is electric. Holiday lights strung across the rafters. Snow gently falls from the ceiling. Signs wave proudly:
“MERRY BAND 4 LIFE!”
“WOLF HOWLS, HEARTS BREAK!”
“I ❤️ FLIPPERS” (with a plush Flippers doll dangling off a foam finger)
“RUDOLPH: BELIEVE IN THE NOSE”
“MELTDOWN > WRESTLEMANIA”
Kids wear plastic antlers. Grown men chant “FLIPPERS!!” in tribute to the Misfits. NPCW T-shirts, action figures, snow-cone vendors, even a churro cart shaped like a candy cane!
The camera pans to the ring, lit with a shimmering icy spotlight.
IN-RING: KC ROGERS WELCOMES THE WORLD
Standing center ring is the elegant and electric KC ROGERS, dressed in a floor-length ice-blue gown with subtle snowflake patterns. The crowd roars as she flashes that signature smile and lifts the mic.
KC ROGERS:
“NPCW UNIVERSE — WELCOME… TO POLAR MELTDOWN!!!”
(Crowd explodes. Pyro bursts from the stage in icy blue and silver flares.)
KC (pacing like a pro):
“Tonight, right here in the legendary North Pole Arena, YOU — the fans — are about to witness the most magical, maniacal, and absolutely MELT-TASTIC night in NPCW history!”
(She grins as the crowd chants “MELT-DOWN! MELT-DOWN!”)
“We’ve got battles that’ll freeze your blood and fire up your hearts. From Robin Hood and the Merry Band’s icy crusade… to the rampaging chaos of the Monster’s Bash! The Polar Bears defend their gold — if they survive the storm. And of course, our North Pole Champion — the one and only glowing guardian — RUDOLPH — leads the sleigh into one of the most anticipated main events of the year!”
(Huge cheers. Kids chant “RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!”)
“But before we dive into the madness, allow me to introduce your voices for the evening…”
🎤 INTRODUCING THE BROADCAST TEAM
“First up — the man with more words than a blizzard’s got snowflakes — the ‘Expert of Elocution’ himself… give it up for EDDIE ELLINGTON!”
(Eddie steps onto the stage, bowing theatrically in a crushed velvet purple suit and winter-themed cravat. The crowd claps approvingly.)
“And joining him — the loudest mouth this side of the Arctic Circle, the man who’s never turned down a hot mic — give it up for JOHNNY ‘THE MIC’ MICHAELS!”
(Johnny bursts through the curtain wearing snow goggles and a ridiculous Christmas bomber jacket, fist-pumping as pyro goes off behind him. The crowd chants “MIC! MIC! MIC!”)
“And backstage, tracking down the scoops and dishing the dirt, the smoothest voice on the ice — the sensational Smooth Samantha!”
(Samantha waves from backstage on the Jumbotron, dressed in a sleek red leather coat, mic in hand, ready to track down wild promos.)
“And finally — your golden-voiced goddess of the ring… the one, the only, Celeste Orion!”
(Celeste, in a sparkling silver robe, steps through the ropes, mic in hand, bowing gracefully as the crowd showers her with adoration.)
📣 A WORD FROM THE COMMISSIONER
KC (smiling to camera):
“And now… let’s hear from the man who helped make tonight’s Supercard possible. From high atop the Commissioner’s Skybox, the Commissioner himself… BOB CRATCHIT!”
(Cut to the Commissioner’s Box. Bob Cratchit — dressed in a regal holiday blazer with a candy-cane tie and earmuffs — with a smug Scrooge standing beside him. He waves to the fans, raising a festive mug.)
BOB CRATCHIT:
“Good evening, NPCW Universe! What a night we’ve got ahead of us! I want to thank you for making NPCW the greatest gift this world has ever unwrapped!”
(Cheers.)
“Let the ice crack, the sleigh bells ring, and the MELTDOWN BEGIN! Now let’s get to the action!”
🎉 KC Rogers:
“BUCKLE UP, NPCW FANS — IT’S TIME… FOR POLAR MELTDOWN!!!”
(Cue official theme music — blaring holiday metal anthem — and camera swoops into the entrance ramp as the first match’s intro package begins.)
Let the snowstorm of chaos begin.
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “He’s towering, he’s timeless, and he’s got the greenest thumbs — and fists — in the business… the eco-powered enforcer of holiday cheer… JOLLYYYYYY GREEN!”
The sound of deep forest drums and cheerful horns fills the air. Jolly Green emerges with leafy vines woven into his gear and a massive grin on his face. Towering above the crowd, he slaps hands, flexes, and spreads good vibes with his booming laugh and thunderous stomp.
Celeste: “He comes from the void between your thoughts… cloaked in silence and shadows… the embodiment of eternal dread… SAAAAANDMAAAN!”
The arena lights dim to a haunting blue hue as an eerie, slow lullaby echoes through the speakers—distorted like it's playing from an old music box. Thick mist pours from the stage, crawling across the ramp as Sandman emerges, gliding through it with unnatural stillness. Dressed in flowing, tattered robes with silver sand slowly falling from his hands, he locks eyes with the crowd, unmoved, as the air grows heavier with every step.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the FROZEN FRONTLINES of POLAR MELTDOWN! We are LIVE from the legendary North Pole Arena, and we’re starting things off with a first blood match between the monstrous Sandman and the towering titan of tinsel, JOLLY GREEN!
Eddie: And right off the top, I’m gonna say it—this match is already unfair. Sandman has to fight a walking Christmas tree with zero personality and a brain full of mistletoe.
Johnny: And there’s the bell! Jolly Green charges in—SCOOPS UP SANDMAN—BIG SUPLEX! The ring shook like a sleigh crash!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny, a suplex? What’s he gonna do next, serve cocoa and ask for a group hug? Sandman’ll shake that off faster than last year’s fruitcake.
Johnny: Wait a minute! Sandman’s up—and he’s… wiping fake blood on Jolly Green!?
Eddie: GENIUS! That’s why I love this man! He’s trying to convince the ref that the big man’s already bleeding! You don’t see that kind of tactical brilliance in a candy cane costume.
Johnny: That’s definitely a first for me, folks. Honest Abe ain’t buying it, though!
Johnny: Sandman charges with a clothesline—but Jolly Green stands his ground! He didn’t budge an inch!
Eddie: That’s ‘cause he’s dense in more ways than one. You ever try hitting a fir log? That’s what Sandman’s dealing with.
Johnny: Jolly Green now—OH NO! He’s trying to SLAM Sandman’s face into the timekeeper’s bell! That could do it! That could end this!
Eddie: But Sandman reverses! HE REVERSES IT, JOHNNY! GO TO SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP!!
Johnny: KNEE TO THE FACE! Jolly Green just got his sleigh bells rung!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you mess with Sandman. Sweet dreams, Gumdrop.
Johnny: What is THIS?! Jolly Green calling for—WAIT, some kind of interference?! Paul Bunyan is coming to the ring.
Eddie: He needs help! He can’t do this alone. Shocking.
Johnny: Abe sends Bunyan to the back. Sandman ignores the chaos and nails a BACKBREAKER! Jolly Green is down in a heap!
Eddie: Like a fallen Christmas display outside a hardware store!
Johnny: Jolly Green still with fight in him—BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! Sandman stumbles back!
Eddie: Sure, hit a guy in the face. Real original. What’s next, hit him with a fruitcake and call it strategy?
Johnny: Another suplex from Jolly Green! He’s sticking to what works!
Eddie: Yeah, he’s got two moves and one of them’s hugging people. Meanwhile Sandman—HE’S LOCKED IN THE SLEEPER! SQUEEZING THE LIFE OUTTA HIM!
Johnny: Sandman sacrificing his own health to wear him down!
Eddie: That’s not sacrifice, that’s style, Johnny!
Johnny: HERE WE GO—Sandman grabs Jolly—RAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE!
Eddie: YES! YES! BLOOD! THE GREEN GIANT IS LEAKING HOLIDAY SPIRIT!
Johnny: He’s busted open! Honest Abe sees it!
Johnny: Honest Abe’s calling it …IT’S OVER!!
WINNER: SANDMAN
Johnny: Sandman has DONE IT! With a brutal shot to the announcer’s table, he draws first blood and takes the win here at Polar Meltdown!
Eddie: Of course he did! Sandman doesn’t just win matches, Johnny—he paints masterpieces in pain! Jolly Green can go back to guarding the gift shop!
Johnny: One down, plenty more to come tonight, folks—don’t go anywhere! NPCW POLAR MELTDOWN has only just begun!
VAN HELSING
(Backstage at the North Pole Arena, the atmosphere is electric. Snowflake-patterned spotlights sweep across the steel walls and holiday banners. The camera cuts to the interview zone where NPCW’s dazzling backstage correspondent, Smooth Samantha, stands confidently with a microphone in hand. She’s dressed in a sleek crimson blazer, her tone polished yet full of curiosity.)
Smooth Samantha: “NPCW Universe, we are moments away from a colossal tag team clash as Van Helsing prepares to face off against the terrifying titans of Monster’s Bash — Kong and Ogre. But the question on everyone’s frosty lips is: who will be standing beside the famed monster hunter tonight? Let’s find out. Please welcome my guest… Van Helsing.”
(Van Helsing steps into frame wearing his long leather duster, silver stakes strapped to his belt, and a crossbow slung over his shoulder. He’s intense, stoic, and every bit the slayer fans know and love. The crowd in the arena watching on the big screen pops.)
Van Helsing: “Evening, Samantha.”
Smooth Samantha (smiling): “Van Helsing… tonight, you stare down the claws and clubs of Monster’s Bash. Everyone wants to know — who have you chosen to stand by your side? We know the monster part of the equation… but who’s the mystery man on your team?”
Van Helsing (smirking): “Ah, Samantha… you know me. I don’t reveal my hand before the first stake’s been driven. Let the beasts guess. Fear works best when it has a thousand faces.”
Smooth Samantha: “Come on, just a hint? North Pole legend? Winter Warrior? Is it someone we’ve seen before?”
Van Helsing: “You’ve seen him… perhaps. But whether in dreams, legends, or past battles… that’s for the fiends to figure out. All I’ll say is this: the partner I’ve chosen is no stranger to darkness. And tonight, we’re not here to win — we’re here to hunt.”
(Before Samantha can respond, footsteps echo off the icy floor. Enter Blitzen, wearing his “Reindeer Coalition” gear and wrapping his fists with wrist tape. He smirks at Van Helsing.)
Blitzen: “See you out there, Hels.”
(He winks at Samantha and strolls off with a confident nod.)
Smooth Samantha (raising an eyebrow): “Was that the partner?”
Van Helsing (deadpan): “Was it?”
(Before she can follow up, Sinbad — sporting his pirate jacket and dual cutlasses — walks by casually, munching on a candy cane like a cigar.)
Sinbad: “Hope you’re ready to bring the storm, Helsing. I’ll be watching.”
(He tips his tricorn hat and walks off into the shadows.)
Smooth Samantha (turning to Van Helsing): “Sinbad, too?!”
Van Helsing: “Could be.”
(Suddenly, hopping into frame — literally — is Peter Cottontail, in full NPCW wrestling gear, ears bouncing and eyes wild.)
Peter Cottontail: “I heard Ogre hates rabbits. Just sayin’.”
(He darts off as quickly as he appeared.)
Smooth Samantha (bewildered): “What is happening back here?!”
Van Helsing (smiling faintly): “Misdirection, Samantha. The best hunters don’t just aim for the heart — they make the prey paranoid first.”
(And just when it seems the parade is over, Rapido Rojo whizzes by, too fast to even catch a proper glimpse, leaving behind only a red blur and the echo of “¡Vamos, Helsing!”)
Smooth Samantha (to camera): “Well… your guess is as good as mine. Whoever it is, Monster’s Bash had better watch out. Something wicked — or several somethings — this way comes.”
Van Helsing (quietly, as he walks away): “They thought they were monsters. They’ve forgotten what it means to be hunted.”
(The camera fades to black with ominous music building, and the screen transitions to the next match graphic.)
[STAY TUNED: MONSTER’S BASH vs. VAN HELSING & MYSTERY PARTNER — COMING UP NEXT AT POLAR MELTDOWN!]
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “Wrenched from nightmares and stitched into reality… stomping down the ramp with chaos in their veins… led by the demented Dr. Frankenstein… these monsters don’t speak—they demolish! They are the devastation of the Bash... KONG! OGRE! THE ENFORCERS!”
The arena plunges into darkness. A thunderous heartbeat bass rumbles beneath a heavy, industrial metal track. Lightning cracks across the screen as Dr. Frankenstein emerges, laughing maniacally, holding a sparking control device. Behind him, the mammoth silhouettes of KONG and OGRE stomp through green smoke and bursts of steam — two monstrous juggernauts, chains dragging behind them, eyes burning with fury. They step into the ring like beasts unleashed, roaring to terrify the crowd.
(The crowd is already on edge, buzzing with speculation as Monster’s Bash — the hulking Kong, the snarling Ogre, and the sinister Dr. Frankenstein — lurk in the ring like beasts in a lair. The lights dim, eerie organ music creeps in, and the three monsters stomp and snarl as the camera cuts to ringside.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is the matchup we’ve been waiting for! Kong and Ogre—two of the most terrifying creatures to ever haunt the holiday season—are ready for war… but WHO will Van Helsing bring with him tonight?”
Eddie Ellington: “It doesn’t matter, Johnny! I don’t care if he brings an army of elves—Monster’s Bash is going to crush whatever poor soul walks down that ramp.”
Celeste: “He is the midnight shadow that monsters fear… the hunter of horrors, the reaper of evil… NPCW’s ghost in the gloom—VAAAAAAN HELSIIIIING!!”
(Suddenly, the lights go dark and a single spotlight hits the ramp. Fog rolls in. A slow, methodical beat begins. The crowd erupts as Van Helsing’s gothic hunter theme hits. He steps through the curtain, duster flowing, crossbow across his back. He doesn’t stop for theatrics — he marches down the ramp with cold fury in his eyes.)
Johnny: “And HERE he is! The relentless monster hunter — Van Helsing! And he looks like a man with a plan!”
Eddie: “More like a plan to get pulverized.”
(Van Helsing stops just shy of the ring. He stares up, eyes locked on Kong and Ogre, who bellow and bang their chests, gesturing for him to step inside. Dr. Frankenstein leans over the ropes, smirking, taunting him to come meet his fate.)
Eddie: “Look at ‘em, Johnny! The monsters are hungry! Helsing’s the hors d’oeuvre!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing isn’t moving. Wait—he’s… smiling?”
(Van Helsing slowly turns his head to the top of the ramp… raises his arm… and makes a come hither motion with his gloved fingers.)
Johnny: “Wait a second—WAIT A SECOND!!”
🎶 HERE COMES SANTA hits the speakers! 🎶
BOOM! Snowflake-shaped pyro erupts across the stage!
THE CROWD EXPLODES.
Johnny (nearly shrieking): “IT’S HIM! IT’S SANTA CLAUS!!! SANTA CLAUS IS BACK!!”
(Santa appears atop the ramp in full battle-ready red and white ring gear. He looks healthy, powerful, and more determined than ever. The fans lose their minds as he throws his arms out wide.)
Santa: “HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!”
(He begins making his way down the ramp, slapping hands, high-fiving kids, patting fans on the back. The entire North Pole Arena shakes with joy. In the ring, the mood shifts dramatically — Kong and Ogre’s roars fade into confusion. Dr. Frankenstein’s jaw drops. Then his eyes narrow as he turns toward the crowd…)
Eddie: “NO! NO NO NO! He’s NOT CLEARED TO WRESTLE! THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MEDICAL PROTOCOLS! THIS IS A LAWSUIT WAITING TO HAPPEN!”
Johnny: “Hold on—hold on! I have just been informed that the Board of Directors of the KBL Wrestling Organization has OVERRULED the Commissioner’s Office! Santa Claus has been reinstated! This match is ON!”
Eddie (pouting): “This is an outrage. This is collusion. This is Christmas cheating!”
(Suddenly there’s a commotion in the crowd! The cameras cut — weaving his massive, scaly frame through the seats is Dragon King, making a beeline for Santa from the side!)
Johnny: “WAIT! IT’S DRAGON KING! HE’S COMING FROM THE CROWD! IT’S A SETUP!”
Eddie: “Yes! Yes! Get him, Dragon King! End the sleigh ride before it starts!”
(BUT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE — SINBAD and PETER COTTONTAIL burst out of the crowd! Sinbad swings a length of chain, Peter leaps into action — the two intercept Dragon King in a flurry of punches and chaos!)
Johnny: “IT’S SINBAD! IT’S COTTONTAIL! THEY’RE TAKING OUT DRAGON KING! HE’S DOWN! THEY’VE NEUTRALIZED THE AMBUSH!”
Eddie: “No! This isn’t fair! They’re ruining the trap! Frankenstein had this orchestrated like a perfect symphony of suffering!”
(Back at ringside, Santa and Van Helsing now stand side by side. Van Helsing removes his coat, Santa cracks his knuckles, and the two stare into the ring at their monstrous opponents.)
Johnny: “IT’S OFFICIAL! IT’S VAN HELSING AND SANTA CLAUS… VS. KONG AND OGRE! THE HUNTER AND THE HOLIDAY LEGEND… READY TO BRING JUSTICE TO MONSTER’S BASH!”
Eddie (grumbling): “This is sickening. Santa’s going to ruin everything. Just once, I’d like the monsters to win without getting jumped by bunnies, pirates, or candy-cane crusaders.”
Johnny: “Get ready, folks — THE WAR IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!”
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: “This crowd is STILL buzzing after the shocking return of Santa Claus! He and Van Helsing are about to do battle with the monstrous duo of Kong and Ogre, backed by the twisted mind of Dr. Frankenstein!”
Eddie: “This is a farce, Johnny. Santa’s got no business in that ring. He should be at home with milk, cookies, and a note from his doctor. Monster’s Bash is gonna turn him into reindeer jerky.”
Johnny: “And we’re kicking things off with some incredible teamwork! Van Helsing hoists Ogre up—BACK TO THE GRAVE tombstone! AND HERE COMES SANTA—CANDY CANE CRUSH! The bearhug is locked in!”
Eddie: “DOUBLE TEAM? Already? Oh sure, let’s just break the rulebook in half, why don’t we? Poor Ogre!”
Johnny: “Ogre fights back with a sledge to the chest, but the hunter and the holiday legend are rolling early!”
Johnny: “Ogre comes back with another big shot to the chest—but Van Helsing saw it coming! He shrugs it off!”
Eddie: “Van Helsing’s just lucky Honest Abe’s the ref. Anyone else would’ve DQ’d him for breathing too smugly.”
Johnny: “Van Helsing lifts Ogre—CHOKESLAM! But Ogre fires back with a quick SNAP MARE!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about! You don’t keep Ogre down! He’s built like a blizzard and twice as mean!”
Johnny: “Running DDT from Van Helsing! Ogre tries to answer with a punch, but Helsing is gaining momentum fast!”
Eddie: “If he hits him any harder, Santa might actually break a sweat.”
Johnny: “Here comes the spear—SILVER BULLET SPEAR! He just tore through Ogre’s ribs like wrapping paper!”
Eddie: “Ogre responds with a shoulder smash, but Van Helsing tags in the man in red!”
Johnny: “Santa in now—**TINSEL TOSS—wait! Ogre REVERSES! He goes for the SNAP MARE—but Santa just shrugs it off!”
Eddie: “Oh of course. Nothing hurts Santa. What’s next, he drinks eggnog mid-match?”
Johnny: “And now a quick tag—Van Helsing is back in!”
Johnny: “Ogre plants Van Helsing with a PILEDRIVER! That could change everything!”
Eddie: “YES! That’s it! That’s what I’m talking about! Van Helsing’s brains are scrambled like breakfast in a snowstorm!”
Johnny: “Ogre tags in the big man—KONG is now legal!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing immediately goes for a HOLY CROSSFACE—but Kong with a DIVING HEADBUTT! Both men connect and both are staggering!”
Eddie: “Come on, Kong! Crush his cape-wearing carcass!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing lifts the beast—POWERSLAM! He’s going for the pin! ONE—NO! Kong kicks out with power!”
Eddie: “He kicked out so hard the snow on the roof just fell off!”
Johnny: “Chokeslam attempt—YES! He plants Kong again! Van Helsing is absolutely on fire!”
Eddie: “Someone throw a snowball at him, do something!”
Johnny: “Kong off the ropes—DIVING HEADBUTT lands flush! Van Helsing’s down!”
Eddie: “Finally! That’s why they call him King of the Cold Jungle!”
Johnny: “Kong tags out to Ogre, who’s back in!”
Johnny: “Ogre grabs Van Helsing—TOSSES HIM OUT OF THE RING! Van Helsing hits hard!”
Eddie: “He should stay out there and think about his life choices!”
Johnny: “Abe’s counting—2...3...4... Van Helsing makes it back in at 6!”
Eddie: “Bah!”
Johnny: “And Ogre tags back to Kong!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing back in control—BACK TO THE GRAVE on Kong! He just planted him again!”
Johnny: SILVER BULLET SPEAR! And Kong is down again—but he kicks out at one! Unreal!
Eddie: “That’s it! That spear’s defective! Take it back to the North Pole Workshop!”
Johnny: “Helsing locks in the HOLY CROSSFACE again! Wrenching the neck!”
Eddie: “He’s gonna break Kong in half! Where’s Frankenstein? Do something, Doc!”
Johnny: “Here we go! Tag team action again—KNEE LIFT from Helsing—AND THE JINGLE BELL BUSTER FROM SANTA! What a combination!”
Eddie: “Oh come on! That’s a spinebuster wrapped in a bow! This is a mugging!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing straps on the HOLY CROSSFACE AGAIN! Kong’s flailing—he might tap—NO! Still in it!”
Johnny: “POWERSLAM from Van Helsing! But Kong returns fire—SLEDGE TO THE CHEST! Neither man backing down!”
Eddie: “This is madness. Somebody get some tranquilizers!”
Johnny: “HE’S GOING FOR IT AGAIN—SILVER BULLET SPEAR!! KONG IS DOWN!! COVER!!”
Crowd: “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Johnny: “HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM!! VAN HELSING PINS KONG!!”
WINNERS: VAN HELSING & SANTA CLAUS
Johnny: “WHAT. A. MATCH! The Monster’s Bash gave everything they had, but in the end, it was the Hunter and the Holiday who stood tall!”
Eddie (groaning): “This is disgusting. Christmas has gone too far. Who let Santa in here anyway? I demand a congressional inquiry.”
Johnny: “Whether you like it or not, Eddie — Santa’s back, and Van Helsing just slayed two monsters in one night! What a start to Polar Meltdown!”
Eddie: “I need a nap. Or a snow shovel to the face. This is the worst Christmas ever.”
[Replay Highlights Roll as Fans Cheer Loudly and Snow Falls from the Rafters]
[Next Match Promo Tease Begins]
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “She’s grace in the forest and fury in the fight… courageous, captivating… MMAAID! MAAARIAN!”
A soft chime opens into an elegant, heroic string melody as Marian steps onto the ramp in a flowing, forest-green battle tunic. She twirls gracefully, then throws a rose into the crowd. With sharp eyes and a confident smile, she heads to the ring, nodding to her Merry Band and the fans who cheer her as a fearless warrior of justice.
Celeste: “She’s the storm beneath the moonlight, the wild heart of the Pack… fearless, feral, and unforgiving… this is… MOOOOON SHAAADOOOW!!”
A single wolf howl echoes through the arena as a pale blue light bathes the stage. Tribal drums and a dark, synth-heavy track pulse through the speakers as Moon Shadow steps through the mist — draped in a shredded cloak and war paint under her eyes. Her gaze is ice-cold, her stance unshakable. She raises her arms to the crowd and lets out a primal scream, causing the arena to echo with energy. Strong. Unapologetic. Alpha in her own right — and a force within the Pack.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: “We're back at Polar Meltdown and up next—it's the opening bout in tonight’s Merry Band vs. Wolf Pack trilogy! Maid Marion steps into the ring to battle the rising predator of the Wolf Pack—Moonshadow!”
Eddie: “Finally! Someone with fangs and focus. Moonshadow’s been clawing her way into the Top 5 for months now, Johnny, and tonight, she sends Maid Marion back to Sherwood Forest with her boots on backwards.”
Johnny: “Maid Marion’s had a tremendous month, Eddie—if she can pull off a win here, she might just punch her ticket to a Women’s Championship opportunity.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow opens fast—NECKBREAKER! Right out of the gate and Marion is down!”
Eddie: “That’s how you do it! Make your mark early and let them know you're not here to braid hair.”
Johnny: “Now a FRONT FACELOCK—Moonshadow grinding Marion down!”
Eddie: “Maid Marion better find a mirror, because this is the face of a Top 5 competitor squeezing her hopes into sawdust.”
Johnny: “Both competitors playing defense now... but wait—Moonshadow AGAIN with that FLYING KNEEDROP! Right to the sternum!”
Eddie: “Marion needs to start fighting back or she’s gonna spend the night looking up at the arena lights.”
Johnny: “LUNAR LARIAT! Moonshadow nearly takes Marion’s head off!”
Eddie: “That was clean. Crisp. Ruthless. Like biting into a fresh kill.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow tries to finish it with the LYCAN LOCK—her dreaded dragon sleeper!”
Eddie: “It’s all over now—”
Johnny: “Wait! Marion fights out! She neutralizes the hold!”
Eddie: “Come on! That’s not supposed to happen!”
Johnny: “Momentum shifting! Moonshadow lands another NECKBREAKER, but Marion fires back with a BULLDOG!”
Eddie: “Alright, enough of this underdog story. Somebody toss a silver bone in the ring and distract Marion already.”
Johnny: “CROSS S.T.F.! Maid Marion’s got it locked in! She’s wrenching back on that submission!”
Eddie: “She doesn’t even know how to spell S.T.F.!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow’s struggling—but she refuses to tap! What a battle this is turning into!”
Johnny: “Marion goes for the FLAPJACK— No! Moonshadow counters! WAIT—someone just slid into the ring!”
Eddie: “Yes! Yes!! The Pack is here! Distraction incoming!”
Johnny: “That’s Moon Silver, one of Moonshadow’s teammates—just BLASTED Marion with a foreign object while Abe’s back was turned!”
Eddie: “That’s tactical teamwork, Johnny. Wolves hunt in packs.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow tries to capitalize—FLYING KNEEDROP AGAIN! That’s the third time she’s hit that!”
Eddie: “Put her away! Christmas came early for the Wolf Pack!”
Johnny: “Wait! Wait! The rest of the Pack is swarming the ring—a full-on gang up on Maid Marion!”
Eddie: “They’re just helping her understand the pecking order!”
Johnny: “NO! Referee ‘Honest’ Abe is calling for the bell—DISQUALIFICATION! Moonshadow has been DQ’d for the interference of the Wolf Pack!”
Eddie: “WHAT?! No! This was strategy! Wolves strategize! You can't DQ a strategy!”
WINNER: MAID MARION by Disqualification
Johnny: “Moonshadow loses it here—Maid Marion picks up the win after a pack attack gone too far!”
Eddie: “Oh please. That wasn’t a victory, it was a pity party. Wolf Pack was just warming up—wait until the next match!”
Johnny: “Maid Marion survives the ambush and gets the W! One down, two to go in this Merry Band vs. Wolf Pack showdown! And something tells me the night is far from over for these factions!”
[Replay rolls of the interference and Marion’s resilience as fans cheer and Wolf Pack regroups angrily outside the ring.]
THE WITCH’S COVEN
The scene flickers into life with a crackle of static and a burst of ghostly whispers. We cut to deep inside the bowels of the North Pole Arena — an off-limits, torch-lit room filled with smoke, flickering candles, and glowing red sigils pulsing faintly on stone walls. The camera pushes in slowly, the sound of bubbling liquid echoing off the stone as we enter the lair of the Witch’s Coven.
At the center of the room sits a massive, ancient cauldron — its contents glowing a sickly, magical green as bubbles pop with brief flashes of images: a candy cane, a snowflake, and a golden braid. Around it dance the devious quartet:
The Alpha Witch – Wicked Witch, with her crooked staff and emerald eyes flashing.
Wicked Willow, twirling a bone-carved wand.
Morrigan, eyes rolled back in a trance as she murmurs in ancient tongues.
Grizelda, hunched and cackling with a flask of venomous oil in one hand and a rag doll of Goldie Locks in the other.
Flitting around them are the Three Flying Monkeys, masked and manic, cackling and flipping over furniture, smearing runes in ash on the walls, shrieking wildly.
Wicked Witch (voice echoing, menacing): “Tonight… the frost queen and the golden fool will crack like brittle bones under our spell! This cauldron bubbles with prophecy and poison, my sisters!”
She gestures dramatically, and the others gather close. They link arms, circling the cauldron. Their voices rise in eerie, melodic unison, beginning a wicked chant:
The Coven (singing in harmony):
🎶
“By the snap of wand and flame of fire,
We twist the fates to our desire!
Gold shall rust and snow shall melt,
Pain and fear shall soon be felt!
A hex on her with ribboned hair,
Who dared to climb and didn’t care!
And on the lady of holiday grace—
A blizzard’s kiss upon her face!
Cackle, cackle, twist the thread,
Tonight we dance 'til both are dead!”
🎶
They break into shrill cackles as the bubbling brew erupts with a burst of steam. The cauldron briefly flashes a glowing red vision — Mrs. Claus clutching her ribs… Goldie screaming as her golden hair ignites… and then black smoke pours out.
Wicked Willow: “The spell is set, my sisters! Let the match begin and the misfortune flow!”
Grizelda (snapping the Goldie Locks doll’s neck): “Poor little Goldie… all that shine and nowhere to hide!”
Morrigan (whispering darkly): “I hear the spirits whisper... and they hunger tonight.”
The camera slowly pans away, but not before catching something in the shadowed corner of the room. A pale face, barely visible, gaunt and ghostly. Two glowing red eyes burn in the darkness. The air grows cold. A low, inhuman growl is heard—brief and chilling.
Johnny Michaels (voiceover, startled): “W-what was that in the corner?! Did you see that? That didn’t look like any member of the Coven we know!”
Eddie Ellington (voiceover, smug): “Oh Johnny… some secrets are best left in the shadows. Whatever that was? I guarantee Mrs. Claus and Goldie Locks don’t want to meet it.”
The screen glitches into black, ending with one last echo of wicked laughter as the coven prepares for the night ahead.
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “They came from the land of dreams… to turn the world into a waking nightmare! With fists that speak louder than rules — they are the KA-BOOM behind the rebellion… this is DOROTHY! This is ALICE! Together… they are… the BLONDE BOMBSHELLS!”
The arena goes dark. Sirens blare faintly beneath an aggressive punk rock beat as a voice screams over the system:
“THEY’RE GONNA BLOW THE PLACE UP… KA-BOOOOOM!”
Suddenly, spotlights hit the crowd — and Dorothy and Alice emerge through the fans, wearing black hoodies, wielding kendo sticks, and full of attitude. They slap hands, shout to the rafters, and storm the barricade with raw energy. As they hit the ring, they rip off the hoodies revealing their custom Blonde Bombshell gear — ready to ignite a revolution.
Celeste: “Your hand has been dealt! And it’s all PAIN and PUNISHMENT! It’s CRIMSON VIPER and DARK DUCHESS… THE QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT!!”
A dark, pulsing waltz fused with industrial beats booms as the lights turn crimson and black. The Mad Hatter skips out first, twirling his cane and cackling, before bowing dramatically as Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess emerge in regal gowns that tear away to reveal ruthless ring gear. They strut with disdain, flanked by smoke and strobes, and sneer at the crowd with a cruel confidence as they walk side-by-side to the ring.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: “Folks, it’s time for history! This is the finals of the North Star Tag Team Title Tournament—and by the end of this match, we will have inaugural champions crowned!”
Eddie: “And they’ll be tall, terrifying, and tactically vicious—The Queens of Punishment, Johnny! Not those tea-party tag-alongs, the Blonde Bombshells.”
Johnny: “Dorothy and Alice have scratched and clawed their way through the tournament. They’ve grown tougher and smarter with every match—and tonight they’re just three seconds away from tag team glory!”
Eddie: “They’re three seconds away from getting their pretty faces smashed into the canvas! Crimson Viper’s venomous, Duchess is ruthless, and the Mad Hatter’s out here grinning like he already ordered the gold-plated nameplates!”
Johnny: “And here we go! Alice starts hot—double team offense from the Bombshells! Double Knees from Alice! Emerald City Elbow from Dorothy!”
Eddie: “Too bad Viper just tanked the whole thing! You can’t hurt royalty with playground tricks!”
Johnny: “Alice heads to the skies—Wonderland’s End Moonsault! She lands it clean on Crimson Viper!”
Eddie: “Okay, okay—lucky shot. Viper tags out before she breaks a nail. Let the Duchess bring the pain!”
Johnny: “Alice stays on her feet! Double Knees AGAIN—Duchess answers with stinging forehand chops!”
Eddie: “Chop ‘em down, Duchess! The only thing falling harder than Alice is Dorothy’s chance at stardom!”
Johnny: “Chaos erupts! Everyone’s in the ring—All four competitors brawling! Dorothy drops Viper with a Spinebuster! Alice whips Duchess with an Armdrag!”
Eddie: “Yeah? Well Viper hit a suplex and Duchess choked Alice like a royal decree! That’s dominance, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Crimson Viper back in—Snap Suplex! Snap Suplex! Snap Suplex! Dorothy is rocked!”
Eddie: “That’s the sound of a title reign ending before it starts. The Queens are cooking, and it smells like gold.”
Johnny: “Bombshells rally with a Code Red Sunset Flip and Hurricanrana! The teamwork, the speed—it’s overwhelming Viper!”
Eddie: “Ugh, someone stop this cheerleading clinic! It’s a wrestling match, not a back-to-school fashion show!”
Johnny: “Another round of double teaming—Bodyslam from Dorothy! Keylock from Alice! They’re chaining offense together like pros!”
Eddie: “They’re stalling! Stretching their fifteen minutes of fame! And look—Viper suplexes them both out of their delusions!”
Johnny: “But wait—Alice and Dorothy hesitate, and Viper makes them pay! Release German Suplex nearly folds Alice in half!”
Eddie: “That’s called experience. You hesitate in front of royalty, and they decapitate you.”
Johnny: “Dorothy’s still fighting! She spins—Kansas Cyclone!! Tornado DDT!!! Viper is DOWN! She hooks the leg!”
Eddie: “No! No no NO!”
Johnny: “ONE… TWO… THREE!!! We have new champions!”
WINNERS AND NEW NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BLONDE BOMBSHELLS
Johnny: “They did it! Dorothy and Alice are the inaugural North Star Tag Team Champions! What a journey! What a final!”
Eddie: “This is a crime! A fashion crime, an athletic crime, and a strategic disaster! Mad Hatter, do something! Protest! Flip a table!”
Johnny: “Say what you want, Eddie—the Bombshells just bombed the Queens’ coronation and rode the twister straight to tag team glory!”
Eddie: “They’re lucky. That’s all it is—luck, lip gloss, and leotards. Enjoy your moment, girls. Because the Queens don’t forget, and they never forgive!”
Cameras cut to the new champs holding up the belts with tears in their eyes and golden confetti raining from above. Mad Hatter rages at ringside as Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess seethe in defeat.
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “Barrel-chested and battle-ready… with fists of fury and hearts of gold… they are THE FOREST BROTHERS — LITTLE JOHN and FRIAR TUCK!”
Cheerful medieval pub music gives way to upbeat folk rock as Friar Tuck and Little John storm the stage. Friar Tuck, jolly and round, twirls a walking stick like a staff, while the towering Little John cracks his knuckles and plays up his brute strength. They clink imaginary mugs together at the top of the ramp, then charge toward the ring, ready for adventure.
Celeste: “From the heart of the hunt and the edge of madness… they are the teeth, the claws, the chaos of the Wolf Pack… they are… THEEE HOOOOWLERRRS!!”
As the lights dim, a haunting, synchronized duet of wolf howls pierces the air, followed by a thunderous beat of war drums mixed with tribal metal. Smoke floods the entrance ramp as the Howlers — two feral, wild-eyed bruisers in wolf-pelt shoulder gear — prowl out from the back. They drop to all fours and crawl before standing, throwing their heads back and howling at the rafters. Their presence is raw and unchained, and their loyalty to the Pack is absolute. They stomp toward the ring with snarling intensity, ready to maul.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: “We’re back live at the North Pole Arena, and it’s time for Match 2 of the epic Merry Band vs. Wolf Pack trilogy! Friar Tuck and Little John are ready to throw down with the Howlers—and if the Merry Band wins here, they sweep the series!”
Eddie: “And if that happens, I’m asking for a recount. The Wolf Pack should be up 1-0, and you know it, Johnny! This is our chance to set the record straight and put a muzzle on this merry mess.”
Johnny: “Both men come out swinging—Friar Tuck with a big Slingshot, but Howler #1 counters right back with a punishing Body Slam! What a collision to kick things off!”
Eddie: “That’s how you do it! Tuck landed like a sack of Christmas potatoes. The Howlers aren’t here to sing carols—they’re here to howl and hurt!”
Johnny: “And here comes the double-team strategy! Friar Tuck tags in Little John—they're hammering away with an Axehandle and Back Smash combo!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah, tag team friendship and fuzzy feelings. Meanwhile, Howler #1 hits a Powerbomb like he’s dropping a grand piano! These Bombastic Band boys are getting outclassed!”
Johnny: “Oh, but look at Little John! Headlock Punches! Shoulder Claw! The Merry Band is putting the Howlers in a jam!”
Eddie: “They’re putting me in a headache. Somebody throw a bone to the Howlers already!”
Johnny: “Friar Tuck goes for the Splash, but Howler #1 hits the Howler Drop out of nowhere! Both men down!”
Eddie: “See?! That’s wolf pack instincts! He smelled that splash coming a mile away.”
Johnny: “Tuck’s got the Reverse Chin Lock cinched in—but Howler claws back with a Back Claws strike!”
Eddie: “That’s right! Rake the face! Tear the robe! End the hymn book once and for all!”
Johnny: “Tag made! Here comes Howler #2, and now the Pack goes double! Piledriver from #2! Bionic Elbow from #1! Friar Tuck is in deep trouble!”
Eddie: “YES! That’s what I’m talking about! Now break out the dog bowl and feed these guys the win!”
Johnny: “But wait—Tuck’s still moving! He’s got Howler #2 locked in—KEG CRUSHER!!! That bear hug is locked in tight!
Eddie: “No! No! Not this rotund roadhog again!”
Johnny: “HE TAPS! HOWLER #2 TAPS OUT! The Merry Band goes up 2–0 in the series! Friar Tuck and Little John have done it!”
WINNERS: FRIAR TUCK & LITTLE JOHN
Johnny: “A massive win for the Merry Band, and you have to give Friar Tuck credit—when he locks in the Keg Crusher, it’s lights out!”
Eddie: “He didn’t win, Johnny. He just bored Howler #2 into submission! This is a conspiracy against the Wolf Pack. That hug wasn’t legal—it was cruel and unusual punishment!”
Johnny: “Well, the scoreboard doesn’t lie. The Merry Band leads the series 2–0, and they’ve got momentum heading into tonight’s big finale!”
Eddie: “I’m gonna go find a lawyer. Or a muzzle. Or both.”
Camera cuts to Friar Tuck and Little John celebrating with the crowd, high-fiving fans and shouting, “Two down—one to go!” The Wolf Pack regroup outside the ring, furious and licking their wounds.
NORTH POLE CHAMPION RUDOLPH
The camera cuts to the backstage interview set. Twinkling lights shimmer softly behind a frosted NPCW logo. Standing proudly in front of a silver NPCW backdrop is the always-composed Smooth Samantha, holding a sparkling NPCW-branded mic. Beside her stands the North Pole Champion himself — the proud, battle-scarred reindeer warrior, Rudolph — title belt draped over his shoulder, his red nose glowing faintly with intensity.
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time — the reigning and defending NPCW North Pole Champion… the leader of the Reindeer Coalition… Rudolph!”
Rudolph: nods with quiet intensity “Thank you, Samantha.”
Samantha: “Rudolph, in just a short while, you’ll be stepping inside a steel cage with perhaps your most monstrous opponent yet — Frankenstein’s Monster of the fearsome Monster’s Bash. What’s going through your mind as you prepare for what could be the most brutal defense of your title to date?”
Rudolph: adjusting the belt, looking directly into the camera “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — I’m a fighting champion. Not just for the Reindeer Coalition. Not just for the merry warriors in the back. But for the people. For the entire NPCW Universe.
“Tonight… inside that cage… the Alpha Monster gets put down. Once and for all. And when the steel is stained with the shadow of the Monster’s Bash, I’ll be the one standing tall. I won’t just walk out — I’ll climb out victorious. Because that’s what a real champion does.”
Samantha: faint smile “Strong words, Rudolph. But before we get to the main event… earlier tonight, we witnessed something we haven’t seen in months — the in-ring return of Santa Claus, teaming with Van Helsing to take down Kong and Ogre of Monster’s Bash. What are your thoughts on seeing Santa back in action?”
Rudolph: pauses, measured and diplomatic “They say I am living in the shadow of Santa. Like my red shining nose on Christmas Eve my talents have shone through that shadow and I stand alone out of it. But I won’t stand here and lie — seeing him back in the ring… healed… fighting again? That was good for all of us. The man brings heart. Tradition. And tonight, he did his part.
“But now… it’s my turn. Tonight, I finish what was started. When I put Frankenstein’s Monster down, the Monster’s Bash gets buried for good.”
Before Samantha can ask her next question, a slow, familiar clap… clap… clap echoes into the frame. In slinks the smug, silk-scarfed figure of Grinch Heyman, devilish smile curling beneath his green-tinged stubble. His eyes glint with mischief as he circles the Champion like a vulture in a designer suit.
Grinch Heyman: “Well said, Rudolph. Spoken like the true guiding light of NPCW. A beacon of holiday spirit… of justice… of glory…”
Rudolph: narrows his eyes “Cut to it, Heyman. What do you want?”
Heyman: raises a hand innocently “I come… in peace. Despite our… colorful history, I’ve always said you have the makings of greatness. And let’s be honest — someone with your… elevated stature could benefit from the services of a strategic advisor. A guiding intellect. A Heyman.”
Rudolph: snorts “If I were you, I’d be a little more concerned about your match tonight — you’ve got the Demonic Legion to deal with. And if Lilith gets ahold of you, you might not have a soul left to offer.”
Heyman chuckles, brushing imaginary dust from his lapel, unbothered.
Grinch Heyman: “True. But consider this… an act of goodwill.”
He reaches into his coat pocket and produces a crisp, wax-sealed envelope. He offers it to Rudolph like it’s an ancient relic.
Grinch Heyman (cont’d): “A token… of my value.”
Rudolph eyes the envelope suspiciously, but accepts it. He cracks the seal and peers inside — his expression twists into one of confusion. He doesn’t pull the contents out. He just furrows his brow, closes it slowly… and, still watching Heyman, tucks the envelope into his tights.
Rudolph: “…Right.”
He brushes past Heyman and walks out of frame, his antlers disappearing down the hallway.
Samantha: still watching Rudolph leave, then turning to Heyman
“Okay… seriously — what was in that envelope?”
Grinch Heyman: pauses. Smirks. And with a devilish twinkle in his eye, leans in close to the mic and says just one thing…
Grinch Heyman: “The house… always wins.”
The camera lingers on his smirk as holiday music distorts behind an eerie tone… and slowly, the scene fades to black.
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “They came from the shadows… they strike without warning… and they answer to no one but victory… THE SNAKE PIIIIIT!!”
The arena plunges into darkness. A countdown begins: 3… 2… 1… — then a flash of green and red strobes as distorted guitar and digital war drums explode through the speakers. From the crowd — not the stage — Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake emerge wearing flak jackets and tactical gear. Grinch Heyman follows close behind, grinning like a devil on Christmas morning, shouting directions and praises. The Snake Pit moves with focused, militant precision — every step like a unit marching into battle. The crowd is split: some cheer the intensity, others boo their smug defiance.
Celeste: “From the frostbitten abyss… the fiery pits of chaos… and the heart of your deepest dread… they are fear incarnate! With the Demoness Lilith commanding their darkness—make way for the unholy force of JACK FROST… ABADDON… AND KRAMPUS! They are… THE DEMONIC LEGION!”
The lights cut to black as eerie Gregorian chants echo through the arena. The ring begins to glow with red sigils, and a chilling fog creeps across the ramp. Suddenly, the video wall bursts into a cascade of flames, frost, and shadow, as three words ripple across the screen:
"PAIN. FREEZE. OBLIVION."
A sharp blast of icy wind shoots from the stage as Jack Frost appears under a pale blue spotlight, his face emotionless, his body cloaked in swirling cold mist. His breath fogs the air as he slowly walks forward, dragging a spiked icicle chain.
Behind him, the flames ignite — and from the inferno stomps Abaddon, a hulking beast wreathed in smoke and ash, fists clenched like anvils. He lets out a roar that shakes the arena.
Then comes the toll of a massive bell. Krampus, towering and horned, steps through the arch of fire and ice. Chains drag from his arms as he raises a blood-red staff and points it toward the ring.
Slithering between them is Lilith, their Demoness manager, in crimson and black, smiling wickedly as she raises her arms. Red pyro explodes across the stage as the four stand together under an inverted pentagram that lights up above the ring.
The Demonic Legion has arrived — and judgment is coming.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Folks, this is it — the match we never thought we’d see. The battle for the soul — or what’s left of it — of Grinch Heyman himself! Snake Pit is in the fight of their lives against the twisted terrors of the Demonic Legion!”
Eddie Ellington: “Oh Johnny, don’t be so dramatic. Grinch Heyman’s soul is worth about as much as expired eggnog. But Lilith? She’s got plans. Dark ones. And let’s be honest — the Snake Pit boys might want to start running… now.”
[Leiton & Tobias Snake double-team Abaddon]
Johnny: “Leiton and Tobias wasting no time — there’s the Pedigree Facebuster from Leiton! Tobias follows it up with that nasty Hook and Ladder! They’re trying to swarm the Demon of the Legion early!”
Eddie: “Double-teaming is smart. You want to fight a demon, you better bring a few friends — or a priest!”
[Abaddon fights back after a distraction by Heyman]
Johnny: “Hold on, Heyman’s up on the apron! What’s he yelling—wait, Abaddon just spun around and blasted Leiton with a Fiendish Strike! That’ll rattle your fangs!”
Eddie: “I’ll give credit where it’s due — Heyman knows how to cause chaos. But Abaddon knows how to end it.”
[Niven tags in, lands a Samoan Drop and Corner Clotheslines]
Johnny: “Niven Snake now in and taking control! A Samoan Drop shakes the ring, and a Corner Clothesline nearly took Abaddon’s head off!”
Eddie: “Abaddon may be built like a haunted refrigerator, but even he’s not impervious. That Snake has some bite.”
[Lilith interferes]
Johnny: “Wait a second — Lilith just pulled Honest Abe’s attention away… and sprays the Dark Mist in Niven’s eyes! He’s blinded!”
Eddie: “Classic Lilith! Look at that grin. That woman is ten kinds of evil and all of them effective.”
[Abaddon hits Abaddon's Fury; tag to Krampus]
Johnny: “Abaddon lands Abaddon's Fury! What impact! But Leiton manages to tag out to Niven, and now it’s Krampus in! The Alpha Demon is unleashed!”
Eddie: “Krampus is what you get when your Christmas nightmares get gym memberships.”
[Krampus battles all Snakes; Snake Pit double-teams him]
Johnny: “Tobias and Niven try a double-team — Double Underhook Superplex, Back Suplex Slam — they’ve got Krampus reeling!”
Eddie: “But he doesn’t go down! Krampus fires back with the Krampus Krush! That might’ve cracked ribs!”
Johnny: “Niven with a Leaping Clothesline! He goes for the cover—”
Crowd: “ONE… TWO—NO! Krampus powers out!”
[Full Legion Triple-Team Assault]
Johnny: “Oh no… Krampus tags in Abaddon and Jack Frost! It’s a triple assault — Demonic Driver! Vertical Suplex! And here comes Jack Frost with the Frostbite Clutch!”
Eddie: “Ho-ho-ow! Snake Pit just got put through a winter nightmare!”
Johnny: “And now the whole Legion dogpiling poor Leiton — but he somehow fights them off! Unreal resilience!”
[Leiton battles on, but Krampus overwhelms]
Johnny: “Leiton hits a Frog Splash! But Krampus strikes back with Holiday Havoc! It’s total carnage!”
Eddie: “If this is the fight for Heyman’s soul, Krampus is gonna drag it to hell with a DDT bow on top!”
Johnny: “There’s Nightmare’s End! Leiton’s down!”
Crowd: “ONE… TWO—TOBIAS makes the save!”
[Demonic Legion finishes it]
Johnny: “Triple-team again from the Demonic Legion! Holiday Havoc! Arctic Blast! And Lilith rallies them with dark fury!”
Eddie: “Look at her! She’s summoning whatever twisted magic fuels that team. Snake Pit’s falling apart at the seams!”
Johnny: “Krampus back in… DEMONIC DRIVER! He hooks the leg!”
Crowd: “ONE… TWO… THREE!!!”
Johnny: “IT’S OVER! KRAMPUS HAS PINNED LEITON SNAKE! The Demonic Legion wins the battle — and now they own Grinch Heyman’s services!”
Eddie: laughing wickedly “Oh this is delicious! I can’t wait to see what Lilith does with him — maybe turn him into a toad. Or worse… an intern!”
Johnny: “Grinch Heyman seems unconcerned with what just happened, he is just standing there with a smirk on his face! And look at Lilith — she’s holding out her hand like she’s about to claim him!”
Eddie: “Well, he signed up for this match. And tonight, he lost. Welcome to the Legion, Heyman. May whatever's left of you… rest in torment!”
Johnny: “Folks, we’ll be right back. You don’t want to miss what’s next… because tonight at Polar Meltdown, NO ONE is safe!”
DEMONIC INTENTIONS
Location: The Demonic Legion's Dressing Room – Deep within the NPCW Arena, lit by red-glowing sigils, flickering black candles, and curling trails of incense smoke. The shadows dance across stone walls etched with infernal symbols. A chained book trembles on a pedestal in the corner. The room pulses with dark energy.
The camera creeps in, as if even the lens fears what it’s capturing.
[The Demonic Legion encircles GRINCH HEYMAN like wolves around wounded prey.]
Krampus looms in front — a horned mountain of menace. Jack Frost leans casually against a wall, eyes glowing icy blue. Abaddon stares with soulless focus. Lilith, resplendent in gothic crimson, holds a gleaming black dog collar and heavy silver chains, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
Krampus (growling low): “Welcome back… little worm.” A cruel grin spreads over his jagged teeth. “I assure you, your time with us will be one of pain… and torment.”
Lilith (seductively sinister): “Mmmm… you’ll be my personal pet…” She raises the collar, the chains clinking. “…to fetch, to serve, to kneel when I command…” She laughs darkly. Jack Frost chuckles. Even Abaddon cracks a half-smirk.
But Heyman… doesn't flinch. He stands in the center — small, but completely calm.
Grinch Heyman (quietly, with eerie calm): “Well… that’s certainly one way to go about it…” A pause. Then a sly smile. “…but I may have another.”
The laughter dies. Krampus’s grin fades into a suspicious snarl.
Krampus (snapping): “What are you up to… worm?”
Lilith (eyes narrowing, amused): “Always the schemer. You never die quietly, do you?”
Heyman adjusts his tie. Tilts his head.
Grinch Heyman: “When we parted ways, I’ll admit — things were… stale. The Legion was treading blood, not making waves. You had all the tools… but lacked fire.”
He gestures toward Lilith.
Heyman: “Then she arrived. And suddenly… the darkness got teeth. You became dangerous. Vicious. Focused. I have to admit, Lilith — you’ve done what I couldn’t.”
Lilith smirks, clearly pleased. Krampus crosses his arms, suspicious. Abaddon nods faintly.
Heyman (voice rising like a preacher): “But look at your peers! The Alpha Monster — one match away from the North Pole Championship. The Alpha Wolf? Northern Lights Champion. The Alpha Witch — Queen of the North and reigning terror.”
Heyman steps toward Krampus, carefully threading the needle between insult and flattery.
Heyman: “And you? The Alpha Demon. Yet no throne. No crown. You should be ruling this league.”
Krampus glares — insulted but intrigued.
Krampus (gritting): “And let me guess… you’ve figured out how I do that?”
Lilith (purring): “Oh he always has an angle.”
Heyman chuckles softly — devilish, charming, dangerous.
Heyman: “I do indeed.” He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper’s edge. “Lean in… and I’ll tell you everything.”
There’s a beat of hesitation. But then Krampus… leans forward. Abaddon steps closer. Jack Frost cracks his knuckles and joins the huddle. Lilith grins and glides into the circle.
The Legion forms a tight circle around Grinch Heyman. He begins whispering. Their eyes widen — slowly. Lilith’s lips curl into a fang-toothed smile. Frost lets out a low, cold laugh. Abaddon doesn’t blink. Krampus… sneers in satisfaction.
🕯️ The red sigils on the wall pulse as if in approval.
🔥 The cauldron in the corner bubbles violently.
🔒 The chained book opens itself slowly… pages fluttering.
The camera begins to pull back… just as Heyman finishes whispering his final words.
Grinch Heyman (smirking): “…And that… is how the world burns.”
FADE TO BLACK.
To be continued…
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “From the depths of the darkest woods… where the moon calls and the pack follows… he is the undisputed Alpha and your Northern Lights Champion… THE BIG! BAAAD! WOOOOOOOLF!!”
The arena plunges into darkness as chilling wolf howls echo through the sound system, followed by pounding tribal drums and snarling guitar riffs. A blood-red spotlight hits the stage as BIG BAD WOLF emerges from the shadows, cloaked in a tattered hooded mantle. His glowing eyes scan the crowd with a predatory glare. Behind him, members of the Wolf Pack lurk in the mist, never far from their Alpha. He raises the Northern Lights Championship and lets out a howl, echoed by the crowd — whether in awe or fear.
Celeste: “Sharpen your arrows and follow the cause… from the shadows of Sherwood comes a hero for the people… ROBIN!! HOOOD!!”
The sounds of flutes and galloping hooves open the theme — a rousing orchestral folk-rock mix. Robin Hood appears in a green hooded cloak, bow slung over his shoulder, standing proudly at the top of the ramp. He gestures to the crowd like a noble outlaw before making his way down with a confident, swashbuckling strut, slapping hands and grinning with charm.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! This is the final battle in the Merry Band vs. Wolf Pack trilogy tonight, and what a way to cap it off—with the Northern Lights Title on the line in an I QUIT match!
Eddie: And what a shame it’s gonna be for all the little Merry Band cheerleaders when their hero Robin Hood gets devoured by the Big Bad Wolf. This isn't Sherwood Forest—this is NPCW!
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: And right out of the gate, Robin Hood fires off a superkick that stuns the champion! The challenger showing no fear in the face of the snarling Alpha of the Wolf Pack!
Eddie: That was luck, Johnny. Pure luck. The Big Bad Wolf was probably distracted by the stench of pine needles and poor decisions.
Johnny: Now both men trading shots—but look at this! Robin with a brainbuster! That’ll rattle even a monster’s bones!
Eddie: And yet the Wolf gets right back up! The Pack doesn't stay down, Johnny! Unlike Robin Hood, who probably stays down when Girl Scouts knock on the door.
Johnny: Things are heating up—wait a minute! One of the Wolf Pack just slid a foreign object in! The referee didn’t see it, and Robin takes it right to the ribs!
Eddie: That’s called teamwork! The Pack hunts as one! If Robin Hood had friends who didn’t wear tights and rhyme, maybe he’d get that.
Johnny: Hood’s fighting through it—German suplex! He’s stringing offense together now! DDT! The champ is reeling!
Eddie: Reeling? He’s pacing himself! It takes more than a neck spike and some dated tights to make the Big Bad Wolf say "I quit!"
Johnny: Oh, and now we’re seeing a Pack Leader Suplex! But Robin fires back with another DDT! These two are emptying the arsenal!
Eddie: And this is why it should be a howl match! First one to knock the other into unconscious howling wins—Wolf would’ve taken it already.
Johnny: A package piledriver! That had impact! Robin’s going for a pin—wait, wait, this is an I Quit match! There's no pins!
Eddie: See? He doesn’t even know what kind of match he’s in. That’s what happens when you swing from trees all day.
Johnny: A SAVAGE SPEAR from the champion! But Hood flips it into Arrow’d End! Both men down!
Eddie: Honest Abe might need a sundial to keep count at this rate. Come on, Wolf! Rip out his larynx already!
Johnny: Big Bad Wolf now with that Lycan Lock! He’s wrenching it in deep! But Hood’s refusing to quit! Look at the grit of Robin Hood!
Eddie: He’s too dumb to quit, Johnny. There’s a difference between brave and brainless.
Johnny: Choke on the ropes by the champ! He’s resorting to brutality—but Robin breaks free! Thumb wrapped in tape—right to the throat! That’s the TAPED THUMB TO THE ESOPHAGUS!
Eddie: What is that move!? Is that even legal!? Where’s the wolf’s fur lawyer!?
Johnny: He’s got it locked in! Big Bad Wolf is gasping—he’s fading—he says it! HE SAYS IT! BIG BAD WOLF QUITS!
Eddie: NOOOO! NO! That’s not a submission, that’s a misunderstanding! Rewind the tape! Reverse the howl!
Winner: Robin Hood by Submission – New Northern Lights Champion
Johnny: Robin Hood has done it! The Merry Band has won the trilogy, and Robin Hood is the NEW Northern Lights Champion!
Eddie: Oh, fantastic. I hope he melts it down to make more arrows. This is a disaster. Somebody get the Pack a muzzle and a rematch!
Johnny: A career-defining win for Robin Hood and a bitter, bitter loss for the Wolf Pack! What a night this has been, folks, and we still have our main event ahead!
Eddie: Bah! I quit.
A MERRY BAND CELEBRATION
Scene opens backstage in a brightly lit locker room adorned with green banners, wooden longbows, and silver tankards—clearly Merry Band territory. The members of the Merry Band—Robin Hood, Maid Marion, Friar Tuck, and Little John—are laughing, cheering, and spraying ginger ale like champagne.
[Smooth Samantha enters, microphone in hand, beaming with excitement.]
Samantha: "Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it’s been for the Merry Band! Robin Hood, you are now the Northern Lights Champion—and the Merry Band went three-for-three tonight! Robin, how are you feeling?"
Robin Hood (grinning ear to ear, still catching his breath): "Samantha, tonight is a night to remember! The odds were against us, the Wolf Pack was howling for blood—but we stood tall. This isn’t just a win for me—it’s a win for all of us. For every fan who believes in heart, in honor, in the fight. This title right here—" (he hoists the Northern Lights Championship over his shoulder) "—this is just the beginning. I’m a fighting champion. I’ll defend it against any challenger, any time."
[The room erupts in cheers again. Friar Tuck raises a toast of eggnog while Little John thumps his chest with pride. Maid Marion hugs Robin, beaming.]
Marion: "Robin, you were amazing out there. The way you fought off the Wolf—it was like a storybook come to life."
Little John: "And let’s not forget Friar here, squeezing that Howler like he owed him a tithe!"
Friar Tuck: "The Lord works in mysterious ways, lads. Sometimes that way is through a KEG CRUSHER."
[Suddenly, like a bad winter wind slipping under the door, Grinch Heyman appears. He steps from the shadows of the hallway, not having made a sound until now, dressed in an emerald suit that somehow looks both expensive and ominous.]
Grinch Heyman: (with a devilish grin) "Such joy. Such celebration. It warms the icy black lump I call a heart."
[The room goes quiet. Robin lowers his title slightly, narrowing his eyes.]
Robin Hood: "What do you want, Heyman?"
Grinch Heyman: "Oh, nothing much, just stopping by to offer… a little business. Since you so gallantly proclaimed yourself a fighting champion, I come bearing the paperwork for your first title defense."
[He produces a sleek black folder with a contract inside, holding it out like a poisoned apple.]
Grinch Heyman: "Abaddon—The Demon of Destruction—has been cleared for combat. And what better stage than Polar Meltdown: Aftermath? Tomorrow night, in front of the world. The Northern Lights Championship. What say you, oh noble thief?"
[Robin takes the folder, reading the contract. His brow furrows. He glances at Marion, then back at Heyman.]
Robin Hood: "That’s… soon. After tonight’s war, I’m not exactly—"
Grinch Heyman: (cutting him off, slyly pulling out a long, sealed manila envelope) "Perhaps this will… illuminate your decision."
[He hands it to Robin. The room watches silently. Robin carefully opens the envelope just a crack and peers inside. His expression changes—shock, confusion, concern—all flickering across his face before he quickly folds it shut and stuffs it under his cloak.]
Marion: (narrowing her eyes) "Robin… what was in that envelope?"
Robin Hood (forced smile, shaking his head quickly): "It’s nothing. Just more of Heyman’s games. Don’t worry about it."
[He turns and picks up the pen beside the contract.]
Robin Hood: "I said I’d fight all comers—and I meant it. Abaddon, tomorrow night… you’ll find out that the light of justice doesn’t burn out easily."
[He signs with a flourish. Heyman takes the contract with a sickening grin, backing away slowly like a magician after setting off a trap.]
Grinch Heyman: "Wonderful. I’ll see you tomorrow, little thief. Try not to lose your soul before the bell."
[He disappears as quickly as he arrived. The celebration resumes, but Marion eyes the manila envelope suspiciously. Robin clutches it a little tighter.]
[Camera slowly pulls back, the Merry Band continuing their celebration—but a shadow of unease now lingers in the air.]
MAIN EVENT VIGNETTES
[FADE IN: Snow slowly falls against a dark sky. Thunder rumbles. A lone steel cage stands in the middle of an empty ring—spotlighted in cold blue light. Dramatic orchestral music swells beneath.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“Tonight… the North Pole Championship hangs in the balance. And the steel cage is coming down. There’s no escape. No outside interference. Just two forces of nature… and one title.”
[MONTAGE: Flash cuts of Rudolph’s matches—headbutts, charging lariats, the red glow of his nose lighting up as he hits the “Guiding Light Gore.” Each clip timed to the beat of a pounding war drum.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“For months, Rudolph has stood as the beacon of hope in NPCW… the people’s champion. The North Pole’s fighting hero. A warrior with holiday heart and ungodly power.”
*[CLIP: Rudolph standing tall, blood trickling from his brow, raising the North Pole Championship. Fan signs flash on screen: “Shine Bright, Rudy!”, “Red Nose. Iron Will.”]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“He’s fought monsters. Beaten titans. Fended off the darkness time and time again. But there’s one nightmare he can’t outrun…”
[CUT TO BLACK — then SLAM: image of Frankenstein’s Monster sitting up slowly in the ring, stitched face in shadows, glowing green bolts in his neck sparking.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“Frankenstein’s Monster. The Alpha Monster. The pride of Monster’s Bash. Cold. Relentless. Unstoppable. The only one Rudolph hasn’t defeated.”
[SERIES OF QUICK CLIPS:
Monster tossing Rudolph into the barricade.
Monster standing over a broken Van Helsing.
Monster screaming in the ring after their draw.
Monster pinning Rudolph on Polar Power 0012.
Crackling thunder and the roar of the crowd echoes beneath.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“They’ve collided again and again. From stalemates… to chaos… to a devastating defeat. And now, there’s only one way to settle the score—inside the cage.”
[SHOT: The cage lowers slowly with a metallic shriek. Sparks fly. Rudolph and Monster stare each other down from opposite corners.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“No excuses. No way out. One champion enters… one leaves. For the legacy… for vengeance… for the NORTH POLE TITLE.”
[FINAL SHOT: Rudolph standing defiantly under the spotlight, nose glowing red like a flare. The camera then cuts to Frankenstein’s Monster, fists clenched, eyes glowing green like a nuclear reactor. The steel cage slams shut between them.]
KC ROGERS (V.O.):
“Rudolph. Frankenstein’s Monster. Tonight. The cage closes… and only one will stand tall.”
[NPCW LOGO SLAMS ONTO SCREEN in ice and fire.]
“NPCW: Polar Power — THE WAR ENDS TONIGHT.”
[FADE OUT.]
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “Glacial. Ruthless. Inevitable. They are the iceberg that sinks every ship — your NPCW Tag Team Champions... THE POLAR BEARS!!”
The arena lights dim to a frozen blue hue as a deep, thunderous war drum beat begins, layered with wind howls and cracking ice. On the screen: a glacier splits, revealing the words “THE NORTH REMEMBERS.” The two massive figures of Polar Bear 1 and Polar Bear 2 step through fog and snowfall effects at the top of the ramp, clad in fur-lined ring gear and cold stares. They march to the ring in perfect sync, no emotion, no theatrics — just raw dominance. They raise their NPCW Tag Team Titles high on opposite ring posts as the crowd reacts with a mix of awe and fear.
They never speak. They never smile. They just crush.
Celeste: “They are madness in motion… terror with a side of adorableness… with Ace MacDougall and Flippers at their side… this is chaos you can cheer for — THE MISFITS OF MAYHEM!!”
The lights cut to black as ominous gothic organ music blares through the arena, interrupted suddenly by wacky circus drums and distorted laughter. A single spotlight reveals Negropolis standing stoically, arms folded across his chest… next to Madman Mason, who’s wildly shaking the barricade, muzzle mask dripping with energy. Ace MacDougall struts in behind them, waving his aviator’s cap with a cigar in his teeth, and holding Flippers — the waddling baby penguin in a custom NPCW scarf — who receives the biggest pop of the night every time.
As the Misfits stomp down the ramp, the crowd is torn between fear and giddy joy. In the ring, Negropolis lifts his arms like a dark priest while Mason bites the turnbuckle pad (literally), and Flippers waddles around like a tiny general.
MATCH COMMENTARY
(The crowd is LOUD. The tension is thick. FLIPPERSMANIA is going WILD.)
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the NPCW Tag Team Title match, and listen to this crowd—FLIPPERSMANIA has taken over Polar Meltdown! The Misfits of Mayhem are in the house, and the Polar Bears are ready to maul!
Eddie: You call this a crowd reaction, Johnny? They’re cheering for a sideshow penguin and two lunatics with matching dental plans! Look at Flippers waddling out there like he owns the place—someone put that bird back in the gift shop!
Johnny: Referee Honest Abe calls for the bell and here we go—Madman Mason and Polar Bear 1 starting things off and Mason WASTES no time, charging in like a freight train! Ace MacDougal’s already barking at the ref!
Eddie: Typical! Ace MacDougal probably thinks he's still managing winners. Instead, he's managing a guy in a welding mask and a man who eats paint chips for lunch. And don’t get me started on that feathered freakshow flopping around ringside!
Johnny: Hold on now—Polar Bear 1 with the tag! Here come the double team—POLAR CLUTCH by Bear 1, and CLAW TO THE FACE by Bear 2! These are the tag champs for a reason, Eddie!
Eddie: Absolutely! That’s precision tag wrestling. Textbook bear brutality! I'd hang that claw rake in a museum.
Johnny: Madman Mason fighting back with a Psychotic Break! But the Bears answer with a SWAT from that massive paw! Mason's staggering—he needs to tag!
Eddie: He needs a nap and a straightjacket, Johnny.
Johnny: He gets it! In comes Negropolis, and this undead powerhouse plants Bear 1 with a flying elbow! What a shot!
Eddie: I’ll give it to Negropolis—he’s the brains of the Misfits. Which, honestly, just means he’s the only one with a brain.
Johnny: Bear 2 in now—NORTHERN LIGHTS DROP! And now... wait a minute—Ace MacDougal pointing something out to the ref!
Eddie: Probably lying through his teeth again. You can see it in his sunglasses—Ace MacDougal is all hype, no help!
Johnny: Tag to Madman Mason, and Mason’s throwing bombs! Spinebuster slam! He’s not letting up! Polar Bear 2 in trouble!
Eddie: Ref needs to check Mason’s medical clearance—I swear he thinks this is an interpretive dance fight.
Johnny: More double teaming from the Bears—SNOWSTORM SPIN and POLAR CLUTCH! Mason is caught like a trout in a glacier!
Eddie: See! That’s a tag team! That’s why the Polar Bears wear gold and the Misfits wear hospital bracelets!
Johnny: Back and forth we go—Negropolis back in, he SNAP SUPLEXES Polar Bear 1! He’s going for the cover!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Johnny: HE GOT HIM!! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! NEGROPOLIS AND MADMAN MASON HAVE SHOCKED THE POLAR BEARS!!!
Eddie: (exploding) WHAT?! This is a disaster! A frozen tragedy! Somebody tranquilize Flippers before he starts breakdancing!
Johnny: FLIPPERSMANIA is real and alive, Eddie! The crowd is going bananas—the Misfits of Mayhem have done the unthinkable! The Tag Team titles have changed hands!
Eddie: Oh great, now Flippers is on Ace’s shoulders waving a championship towel like he’s in the main event! This is a circus. A snowy, unhinged, penguin-powered circus!
Johnny: Love ‘em or hate ‘em, Eddie, the Misfits just melted the tag team division. The Polar Bears have fallen… and the era of madness begins!
[CUT TO: Flippers flapping wildly, Madman Mason gnashing his teeth at the crowd, and Negropolis holding both title belts while Ace MacDougal raises their arms.]
Johnny: What a wild ride—and we’ve still got our main event to come!
Eddie: If Flippers shows up out there again, I’m calling my lawyer.
[FADE OUT with Flippers sliding across the ring on his belly as the crowd chants his name.]
"FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS!"
MONSTER’S BASH
Location: Backstage area bathed in eerie green lighting. Haze in the air. Cables spark behind cracked cinderblock walls. Smooth Samantha stands front and center, microphone in hand.
[CUE LOUDSPEAKERS — echoing, distorted voice:]
“THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE TO BRING DESTRUCTION!”
The sound pounds through the arena speakers like an industrial warning siren. The camera shakes slightly as the hulking forms of Monster’s Bash step into frame behind Samantha. One by one: Ogre, Kong, Dragon King, and towering in the center — Frankenstein’s Monster. Cold, silent, unblinking. The monsters glare like statues of war gods come to life. Behind them, hands clasped, manic eyes glinting, comes the twisted mind behind it all — Dr. Frankenstein.
Samantha (calm but tense): “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with the architect of Monster’s Bash — Dr. Frankenstein himself — and the monstrous quartet that has shaken the foundations of NPCW. Doctor, tonight you and your forces suffered a setback as Van Helsing and Santa Claus managed to walk away with a win. But all eyes are now on the main event — Frankenstein’s Monster versus Rudolph inside the steel cage for the North Pole Championship. Your thoughts?”
Dr. Frankenstein smiles — not warmly, but like a predator smelling blood.
Dr. Frankenstein: “Setback? No, my dear Samantha… tonight was merely an adjustment. You call it a loss — I call it field research. You saw a win for Santa Claus — I saw a rusty old fool running on borrowed time. He may have stumbled into the ring tonight, clinging to nostalgia, cloaked in peppermint pride, but mark my words...
We put Santa Claus down once. We will do it again. And this time… it will be permanent."*
The Monster’s Bash remain frozen in place, but their presence looms like a storm cloud. Ogre snarls faintly. Kong flexes his taped fists. Dragon King breathes heavy steam through his nostrils like a volcanic furnace.
Samantha (pressing on): “And what about Rudolph? The reigning North Pole Champion. The fan-favorite. He’s survived everything Monster’s Bash has thrown at him. Are you confident that tonight will finally be the end of his reign?”
Dr. Frankenstein's grin curls wider, more dangerous now. He slowly steps closer to the camera.
Dr. Frankenstein: “Confidence, my dear, is for gamblers and dreamers. What I have is certainty. Rudolph is not facing a man tonight. He is not even facing a monster. He is facing evolution perfected. A creature built from rage, powered by science, and driven by one singular directive:
Destruction.
You see, Rudolph may be a champion of the people. But in the cage… there are no people. No sleigh bells. No chants. Just cold steel… and the Alpha Monster. And tonight, that steel cage becomes a coffin. A coffin for hope. For cheer. For Rudolph himself.”*
Samantha glances at the silent Frankenstein’s Monster, who steps slightly forward, his glare fixed beyond the camera — into the future. Into the cage. Into the carnage to come.
Samantha (nervously): “Thank you for your time, Doctor—”
Dr. Frankenstein (interrupting): “Save your thanks for the autopsy report.”
[Cue “THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE TO BRING DESTRUCTION!” over the speakers again as the Monster’s Bash slowly exit frame, one looming shadow at a time.]
[Camera fades out on Samantha, visibly unsettled, as a low mechanical hum fills the audio feed and the tension cuts like a scalpel.]
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: “She’s sugar and spice, and hits like a sleigh in flight — the guardian of the holiday spirit and one of the toughest legends in NPCW! She is MRS. C-L-A-U-S… MRS. CLAUS!!”
Soft orchestral bells open her theme, before swelling into a bold, holiday big band march with strong brass and choir backing. The lights shift to a warm golden glow as Mrs. Claus steps onto the stage in her signature red and white cloak, holding a candy cane staff and smiling with pride. She waves to children in the audience, then hands off her staff, takes off the cloak to reveal a ring-ready red-and-white singlet — and walks determinedly to the ring, blowing kisses and high-fiving fans. But make no mistake: when the bell rings, this sweet grandmother turns all business.
Celeste: “She shattered the mirror, broke the bed, and burned the storybook down! A rebel, a mentor, and a legend in her own right — this is the golden storm that never settles… GOLDIEEE… LOCKS!!”
The arena lights flicker gold and crimson as a slow, heavy rock track kicks in with the opening line:
“This story ain’t for children…”
Goldie Locks steps through the curtain in her studded leather jacket, golden aviators reflecting the crowd lights, dragging a steel chair behind her. Her blonde curls spill out of her hoodie as she surveys the crowd with a smirk — a veteran who’s seen the system fail too many times. She points to the camera and mouths, “We’re not done yet,” before sliding into the ring with the weight of history and a spark of revolution.
Celeste: “From the twisted towers of Oz… she rides on fury and flies on vengeance…
She is the spellcaster supreme… the architect of agony… the Queen of the North Champion…
This is no fairy tale…
THIS… IS THE WIIIIICKED WITCH!!!”
The lights flicker violently as green mist pours from the stage, and an eerie, arcane chant echoes throughout the arena. A slow, orchestral remix of “No Place Like Home” twisted with dissonant violins and thunderous bass kicks in. On the jumbotron, it reads:
“SHE RIDES AGAIN… AND NO ONE IS SAFE.”
The Wicked Witch floats in slowly atop a dark, mechanical broom platform, arms extended like a dark queen, her emerald eyes glowing beneath her hood. Fans boo furiously as she hisses curses at them, waving her staff—occasionally triggering bursts of green pyro with every pointed gesture. Her black-and-purple championship belt gleams ominously under the arena lights.
She steps down, unfazed by the crowd's hatred, and raises her arms at the ramp’s edge—green flames erupt at each corner of the ring. Her Coven awaits her arrival.
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: "It’s time, Eddie! The Queen of the North Title is on the line in what promises to be a chaotic and competitive triple threat match! The reigning champion, the sinister sorceress Wicked Witch, faces two determined challengers: Mrs. Claus, the holiday heroine, and Goldie Locks, the fiery upstart from the Twin Cities!"
Eddie: "Yeah, Johnny, I can’t wait to see the Wicked Witch mop the sleigh floor with these peppermint pests. Mrs. Claus should’ve stayed in the kitchen, and Goldie Locks should go back to taste-testing porridge!"
Johnny: "The bell rings and already it’s a storm of offense! Look at this! All three women collide in the center of the ring, and it's Goldie with a Gutwrench Suplex to Mrs. Claus! But Wicked Witch is right there with a WITCH’S WRATH—a Muta Lock on Goldie! She's trying to end it early!"
Eddie: "That’s what makes her the Queen! She’s smarter, meaner, and greener than these fools. Literally and figuratively."
Johnny: "Mrs. Claus breaks it up with a stiff kick to Wicked Witch’s ribs! She's not here to play nice tonight! And now she’s got Goldie in the CLAUS CLUTCH! Look at that torque! Can she make the young challenger tap?"
Eddie: "Oh please, Johnny. Goldie Locks has no brains to tap out with."
Johnny: "Goldie doesn’t give up—but Wicked Witch pulls Mrs. Claus off with a nasty DDT! That landed like a sack of coal!"
Eddie: "That’s vintage Wicked! Cruel, clean, and calculated!"
Johnny: "This is turning into an all-out war! Goldie Locks hits a Diving Lariat on both women! She’s throwing herself into this with everything she has!"
Eddie: "It’s called desperation, Johnny. She knows this is her only chance at relevancy."
Johnny: "Goldie and Wicked now working together momentarily—Handspring Elbow from Goldie and a Black Magic Backbreaker from the champ! They've got Mrs. Claus in serious trouble!"
Eddie: "You love to see it, Johnny. A rare moment of clarity from that peroxide pixie."
Johnny: "But alliances in triple threats never last—Wicked Witch just DDT’d Goldie Locks! She's playing chess while the others play candy canes!"
Eddie: "Exactly. That’s why she’s still holding that golden broomstick—I mean title."
Johnny: "Mrs. Claus back in! Huge JOLLY HOLLY SUPLEX on the champion! And now she’s hugging Goldie into oblivion—SPREADING CHRISTMAS JOY HUG! She’s on fire!"
Eddie: "She’s trying to weaponize affection! What is this, a Hallmark match?!"
Johnny: "We’re past the ten-minute mark and the pace is not letting up. Goldie nearly gets the pin with a BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX but Wicked Witch kicks out at two and a half!"
Eddie: "Kick her harder next time, Goldie! At least do something useful before you lose!"
Johnny: "Mrs. Claus and Goldie now working together—CLAUS CRUNCH splash from Mrs. Claus, and a Lock Breaker from Goldie! They're gunning for the champion!"
Eddie: "Traitors! How dare they double team the greatest Queen of the North in NPCW history!"
Johnny: "Wicked Witch kicks out again! She won’t go down easy. But she's been softened up. Swinging Neckbreaker from Goldie! TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS too! She's pulling every trick out of her golden playbook!"
Eddie: "She’s trying to spin her way to a crown she didn’t earn. Disgraceful."
Johnny: "Mrs. Claus nearly steals it with a pin on Goldie—ROLLING PIN FOREARM to set it up! But Goldie kicks out! These women are leaving everything in the ring!"
Eddie: "That’s because they know they’ll never get another chance. Wicked Witch is going to remember all this... and she's going to punish them."
Johnny: "But WAIT—Goldie Locks just leveled the Wicked Witch with a ONE-HANDED BULLDOG! She’s going for the cover!"
Referee: "1... 2... 3!"
Johnny: "She got her! She got her! GOLDIE LOCKS HAS DONE IT!"
Eddie: "No! No! No! Not like this! The Witch was robbed, Johnny! ROBBED, I say!"
Johnny: "Goldie Locks has pinned the Wicked Witch in the center of the ring and claimed the Queen of the North Championship! What a stunning moment here at Polar Meltdown!"
Eddie: "I feel physically ill. This is a travesty. A golden-haired charlatan just stole Christmas!"
Johnny: "Believe it, Eddie! The NPCW landscape just changed, and Goldie Locks now sits atop the throne! What a match—what a moment!"
Eddie: "Someone get a bucket of water. I’m gonna melt."
BLOW THE PLACE UP!
[The camera cuts backstage to a jubilant scene: streamers, confetti, and an impromptu party atmosphere. Dorothy and Alice are holding the North Star Tag Team Championship belts over their shoulders, while Goldie Locks, still a bit winded from battle but glowing with pride, clutches the Queen of the North Title tightly to her chest. The three women are laughing, hugging, and bouncing in place. Smooth Samantha steps into the shot, mic in hand.]
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the brand new North Star Tag Team Champions Dorothy and Alice—The Blonde Bombshells! And of course—freshly crowned Queen of the North—Goldie Locks! What a night! How does it feel?”
Goldie Locks (grinning ear to ear): “Oh Samantha, we told everyone! We told ‘em we were gonna come in here and blow the place up…”
All three (in unison): “KABOOOOOM!!”
[The trio high-five and throw their arms in the air as the backstage crew applauds from off-screen. Dorothy does a mock explosion with her hands while Alice mimics smoke rising from a battlefield.]
Dorothy (with a wink): “The establishment thought we were just pretty faces in sparkles…”
Alice (cutting in with a smirk): “…but tonight, the revolution wore lipstick and left with gold!”
Goldie Locks (tilting her new crown slightly): “We’re not just blowing kisses anymore, we’re blowing past anyone who gets in our way!”
Smooth Samantha: “Incredible! Dorothy, Alice—you outlasted the veteran queens in a hard-fought tag bout, and Goldie—your pinfall over the Wicked Witch will be talked about for weeks. How do you top this night?!”
[Before anyone can answer, a familiar rasp breaks through the noise...]
Grinch Heyman (off-screen): “Oh, I think I know how…”
[The mood shifts as Grinch Heyman steps into the frame, looking like a smug puppet master whose strings just pulled off the perfect play. He’s clapping slowly, dramatically. The women don’t recoil—instead, they beam.]
Goldie (teasing): “Well, look who just slithered in.”
Dorothy: “Our favorite strategist.”
Alice (grinning): “The man with the plan... and the receipts.”
Grinch Heyman (smirking like a cat with a canary): “Congratulations, my deadly darlings. The system cracked… the empire crumbled… and wouldn’t you know it, the House won.”
(He gestures to himself, then to them.) “You did it beautifully.”
Goldie (flashing her title): “We couldn’t have done it without your sage advice, Grinchy.”
[Heyman reaches into his coat and pulls out a cream-colored folder. He flips it open and slides a paper out with exaggerated care. It’s a contract.]
Grinch Heyman: “Speaking of wisdom... let’s keep this fire burning, shall we? Just one more spark. Sign this.”
[Goldie takes the paper. She glances over it, reading, then pauses—her brow arches with suspicion.]
Goldie (dryly): “Really?”
Grinch Heyman (nodding slowly): “Trust me. When have I ever led you astray?”
[The Bombshells all glance at one another. Dorothy gives a little shrug. Alice smirks. Goldie, with a playful sigh, pulls out a glittery pen from her boot.]
Goldie Locks: “Fine. But if this blows up in my face…”
Grinch Heyman (grinning from ear to ear): “Oh, darling… everything blows up in your favor.”
[She signs. The moment the ink dries, Heyman folds the contract back into the envelope, taps it twice with his finger like he’s sealing fate, and tucks it away.]
Grinch Heyman (to the group): “Enjoy your victory, Bombshells. This… this was only Act One.”
[He turns and disappears down the hallway like a shadow with a mission, leaving the trio blinking after him. Goldie watches him go with an amused smirk, then turns back to her sisters-in-gold.]
Goldie Locks: “Well girls... I don’t know what he just signed me up for, but I do know one thing…”
All three (shouting joyfully): “KABOOOOM!!”
[The screen fades on the three celebrating with championship gold in hand, sparks flying in the background as if the arena itself is preparing for more fireworks.]
INTROS AND ENTRANCES
Celeste: "And now… rising from the lab of nightmares and forged in lightning and madness… accompanied by the wicked mind behind the Monster’s Bash… this is THE towering terror… THE UNHOLY FORCE OF FLESH AND FURY… FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER… THE ALPHA MONSTER!"
As the lights dim and a storm of purple and green lightning crackles on the tron, industrial horrorcore metal blares through the arena. On the jumbotron, the words "THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE TO BRING DESTRUCTION" flash with rhythmic static. Smoke floods the ramp as Dr. Frankenstein steps out first, cackling madly with a control device in hand. Behind him lumbers The ALPHA Monster, bolts in neck, stitches visible, unfazed by the crowd's jeers. He stops, cracks his neck, and raises his massive arms as thunder echoes through the arena.
Celeste: “With the nose that shines, the heart that fights, and the title that proves it all… he’s the sleigh-charging sensation and YOUR NPCW Champion… RUUUUUUUDOLPHHHHH!!!”
The arena erupts in cheers as the stage explodes in red and white pyro. Uplifting rock-pop music with sleigh bell undertones kicks in as a red spotlight scans the crowd—then locks on RUDOLPH, bursting through the curtain with unshakable energy and a confident grin. His glowing red nose pulses with the beat as he slaps hands, points to the NPCW Championship around his waist, and rushes the ring with the speed of a sled on Christmas Eve
MATCH COMMENTARY
Johnny: WELCOME to the main event of Polar Meltdown! This steel cage match has been building for MONTHS, Eddie! The North Pole Title is on the line, and the monstrous Frankenstein finally gets his chance to lock horns with the champion, Rudolph!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, Johnny. Let’s talk facts. Frankenstein’s Monster is bigger, meaner, stronger—and Rudolph? That red nose won’t save him tonight. He’s trapped in there like a reindeer in headlights.
1st Minute
Johnny: And here we go! The cage door locks shut, and we are underway! The Monster charges in with a massive BACK SMASH, slamming Rudolph into the steel mesh! The champ is rocked!
Eddie: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Crush him like he’s trying to steal Christmas!
2nd Minute
Johnny: And now a CHOKE SLAM! He’s wasting no time! That steel shook like a snow globe!
Eddie: Just pin him now! End the fairytale!
3rd Minute
Johnny: But here comes Rudolph with a sudden burst! CROSS BODY BLOCK outta nowhere! The Monster stumbles back!
Eddie: Lucky shot. Even a broken sleigh gets downhill fast.
4th Minute
Johnny: Frankenstein rallies back with another crushing BACK SMASH! That’s steel-on-antler violence!
Eddie: The Monster’s not playing reindeer games tonight.
5th Minute
Johnny: They trade blows! HEAD RAM TO GUT from Rudolph! But the Monster retaliates with another BACK SMASH!
Eddie: Hit him harder! Slam the holiday cheer out of him!
6th Minute
Johnny: Back and forth! Another HEAD RAM by Rudolph—he’s trying to wear down the big man!
Eddie: You can’t wear down what’s already undead!
7th Minute
Johnny: Oh no! PENDULUM BACK BREAKER! The Monster’s trying to rip Rudolph in half!
Eddie: Make him humble! Turn Rudolph into a red-nosed pretzel!
8th Minute
Johnny: HIP TOSS into the corner! Frankenstein goes for the pin!
Referee: One—
Johnny: Kickout by Rudolph! He’s still got fight!
Eddie: That was a slow count! Even Sam’s rooting for Santa’s stooge!
9th Minute
Johnny: BRASS KNUCKLES! Rudolph draws blood!
Eddie: HEY! That’s cheating! Where’s Sam now?!
10th Minute
Johnny: Flying CROSS BODY again! Rudolph’s climbing back into this one!
Eddie: It’s a fluke! He’s desperate!
11th–12th Minute
Johnny: A head ram blocked by the Monster—and another CHOKE SLAM! That’s the fourth one!
Eddie: Keep chokin’ till he’s just another reindeer rug!
13th–14th Minute
Johnny: STRUT from Rudolph—Dashin' Through the Snow! But Frankenstein nails him with a BACK SMASH! And Rudolph—wait! Brass knucks again! Frankenstein’s bleeding!
Eddie: That’s twice! Ban him! Call a zoo!
15th Minute
Johnny: HEADBUTT by Rudolph! But the Monster won’t stay down!
16th Minute
Johnny: OH! Frankenstein grinds Rudolph’s face into the steel—he’s busted open!
Eddie: That’s what you get for playing dirty!
17th–18th Minute
Johnny: Rudolph won’t quit! He sends Frankenstein into the cage wall! What resilience!
Eddie: Or stubbornness. Can’t fix stupid—or heroic.
19th Minute
Johnny: CATAPULT INTO THE CAGE! Rudolph takes over—and Dr. Frankenstein’s shouting strategy from ringside!
Eddie: Coaching genius. He made that Monster, Johnny. He’s got a blueprint.
20th–21st Minute
Johnny: GUIDING LIGHT connects! Mule Kick! But Frankenstein with a CHOKE SLAM AGAIN!
Eddie: That’s gotta be it! Just crush him!
22nd–23rd Minute
Johnny: STRUT by Rudolph—but wait! PENDULUM BACK BREAKER again! Frankenstein’s climbing the cage—NO! Rudolph pulls him down at the last second!
Eddie: He was this close! Someone grease that cage!
24th Minute – FINISH
Johnny: Flying dropkick by Rudolph! The Monster is down! And—wait, what’s he doing? Rudolph reaches into his tights—he has an envelope?! The one Grinch heyman gave him earlier tonight!
Eddie: What is this? He’s got a key?! That’s supposed to be locked!
Johnny: He’s at the cage door—UNLOCKING IT! Rudolph limps through the door and OUT!
[Bell rings loudly!]
Johnny: HE DID IT! RUDOLPH ESCAPES! RUDOLPH RETAINS THE NORTH POLE TITLE!
Eddie: That’s highway robbery! That’s—he SMUGGLED A KEY?! Who let him do that?!
Johnny: The odds were against him—his body battered, his spirit tested—but once again, Rudolph proves why he’s the heart of NPCW! What a finish! What a fight!
Eddie: He’s lucky, Johnny. Lucky he had that key—and lucky Frankenstein didn’t put him through the cage!
Johnny: From the Madness Supercard to the Polar Meltdown Main Event—it’s been a war between man and monster… and tonight, the Reindeer survives. We’ll see you at Aftermath!
[Fade to black with shots of Rudolph holding his title, bloodied but defiant, as Dr. Frankenstein screams at the cage wall.]
POLAR MELTDOWN AFTERMATH
The screen flickers to a bold, icy blue graphic: “TOMORROW NIGHT – POLAR MELTDOWN AFTERMATH!” Thunder crashes. The NPCW logo pulses with frozen fire. The crowd is still buzzing from the cage match as the camera shifts backstage…
Under the glow of spotlight and surrounded by a black-and-ice-themed NPCW logo backdrop, stands the one and only: Dave “The Brute” Kent
Wearing a sharply tailored midnight-blue suit over his signature black wrestling tights and black mask, the grizzled NPCW insider gives a sharp nod to the camera. He clutches a clipboard and speaks in a booming, polished voice tinged with sarcasm and old-school fire.
Dave Kent: "NPCW Universe… what a night. We saw champions rise, legacies fall, and steel bent in the name of glory. But if you think Polar Meltdown was the end… oh, my sweet seasonal snowflakes—we’re just getting started!"
He points directly at the camera with one hand, the other flipping the clipboard.
Dave Kent: "Because TOMORROW NIGHT, we kick off the Polar Meltdown Aftermath—an event so hot, we had to bury it in snow just to keep the ring from melting! I’m talkin’ THREE main event–caliber matches, and each one is bigger than a walrus in a snowsuit!"
MATCH ONE – The Return of the Big Man
Santa Claus vs. Frankenstein’s Monster
"You saw it tonight! Santa's back and bringing a sack full of vengeance! But standing across from him? A monster. Not the metaphorical kind—no, no—the literal stitched-up, steel-bending, lab-born wrecking machine that just went to war with Rudolph inside a steel cage. Will Santa deliver justice… or be dragged into the dark again?"
MATCH TWO – Northern Lights Title on the Line!
Robin Hood (C) vs. Abaddon the Demon of Destruction "You can’t even let the man breathe! After surviving the I Quit war against Big Bad Wolf, Robin now faces his biggest challenge yet… literally. A demon. A beast. A nightmare named Abaddon. And courtesy of Grinch Heyman’s blackmail briefcase special, it's happening less than 24 hours later! Will Robin defend, or be devoured?"
MATCH THREE – Non-Title Showcase Showdown
Goldie Locks (Queen of the North Champion) vs. Lilith the Demoness "Queen meets Demon. Newly-crowned Goldie Locks looks to ride the golden wave of momentum—but opposite her? The Demoness herself, the Queen Slayer, the Unholy Flame—Lilith. Title’s not on the line… but pride, power, and dominance sure are. And remember, Lilith’s not just coming alone…"
He leans in closer, voice lowering to a knowing growl.
Dave Kent: "Tomorrow night at Aftermath… champions may fall. Monsters may rise. And secrets… may be spilled. Don’t you dare miss it."
The screen SMASHES into static, then transitions back to the NPCW commentary table where we find Johnny "The Mic" Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington, still reeling from the chaos of the night.
Johnny: “Folks… you heard the man! Polar Meltdown delivered—but Aftermath might just change the whole frozen landscape of NPCW!”
Eddie: “Did you SEE Frankenstein’s Monster tonight?! The man nearly bent the cage bars in half with Rudolph’s spine! And now he gets Santa? Get the gift receipts ready, Johnny—‘cause somebody’s getting DELETED!”
Johnny: “And Robin Hood vs. Abaddon?! Just a night after going through hell, Robin steps right into a match with a literal demon! That man is either a hero… or completely out of his mind!”
Eddie: “And don’t sleep on Lilith vs. Goldie. Lilith’s been starving for a fight like this… and Goldie? She better pray that new crown of hers doesn’t get hexed.”
Johnny (grinning): “It’s the gift that keeps on giving—and it all continues TOMORROW NIGHT! From everyone here at NPCW… I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels—”
Eddie (smirking): “And I’m the only reason you tune in—Eddie Ellington.”
Johnny: “We’ll see you tomorrow… at Aftermath!”
Cue frosty guitar riffs and a final graphic:
POLAR MELTDOWN: AFTERMATHStreaming Exclusively Tomorrow Night
What a card. Congrats to the champs.
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