Aired - June 7, 2025
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SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S LOOKAHEAD
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
CROWD AND WELCOMING
Fans are on their feet, signs waving, cheers roaring. This isn’t just another show—it’s a battlefield, and every faction has its supporters. As the camera glides over the crowd, we see a sea of passionate fans holding up signs in support of their favorite stars:
"Rudolph’s Guiding Light Tour 2025!" – A nod to the NPCW Champion’s quest to lead NPCW to glory.
"I Hunt With Van Helsing!" – Gothic-style lettering with red splattered accents, backing the monster-slaying legend.
"KABOOM! Blow It Up, Bombshells!" – A fiery endorsement of Dorothy and Alice’s chaos-fueled revolution.
"Merry Band Forever!" – Featuring cartoon-style Robin Hood arrows and green-cloaked warriors in medieval flair.
"Bow Before the Coven!" – A black-and-green banner featuring Wicked Witch's signature staff in ominous detail.
But among them all, the Flippers fan section has exploded in size!
Throughout the arena, more and more fans are rocking penguin beaks and wings, making Flippersmania an undeniable movement. One enormous sign—made out of actual cutout flippers—reads:
"NPCW NEEDS MORE FLIPPERS! FEED US FISH!"
The chants for Flippers! Flippers! Flippers! begin, rippling through the crowd like a tidal wave.
Welcome Desk – Johnny “The Mic” Michaels & Eddie “The Expert of Elocution” Ellington
(The camera cuts smoothly to the announce desk, where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, ever the charismatic play-by-play specialist, sits beside his legendary color commentator, the sharp-tongued Eddie “The Expert of Elocution” Ellington. As always, Johnny is hyped up, while Eddie leans back, smirking, ready to fire off his trademark witty jabs.)
Johnny Michaels (grinning as he surveys the crowd): "NPCW Universe, welcome to another electric episode of Polar Power! A new era begins with the shore airing in its new regular spot on Saturdays! And the energy here tonight is off the charts, the rivalries are boiling over, and we are just moments away from another unforgettable night of NPCW action!"
Eddie Ellington (leaning back, smirking): "Oh, unforgettable, Johnny? More like unpredictable! You see, in NPCW, things don’t just happen—they explode. Rivalries? Chaos! Championships? In jeopardy! And then we’ve got these… Flippersmaniacs, who seem to think this show needs more… penguin energy?"
(Ellington gestures toward the Flippers section, shaking his head as more beaked fans flap their wings wildly.)
Johnny Michaels (chuckling): "Oh, come on, Eddie—you can’t ignore the power of the Flippers! They’ve taken over the NPCW Universe! Look at these fans—wings spread, beaks ready, chanting like their lives depend on it!"
Eddie Ellington (mockingly stroking his chin): "Look, I get fandom—I respect passion—but this? This is… aviary madness. If I see one more sign demanding NPCW management feed them fish, I might just petition for a new commentary booth in a Flipper-Free Zone!"
Johnny Michaels (laughing): "Well, Eddie, you might want to get used to it—Flippersmania is spreading, and something tells me this is just the beginning! But that’s not all—we’ve got huge matchups tonight, major feuds coming to a head, and title implications on the line!"
(Eddie sighs dramatically, waving his hand dismissively before refocusing.)
Eddie Ellington: "Fine, fine—I suppose the wrestling does matter here, right?"
Johnny Michaels: "Oh, it matters, Eddie! But before we get into the chaos, we’ve got business to attend to—let’s send it over to the Commissioner's Office for the Commissioner’s Decree segment with Commissioner Cratchit!"
(With that, the broadcast transitions smoothly, setting the stage for the next major development in NPCW’s ongoing drama.)
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
(The scene opens in the Commissioner's Office, a grand yet slightly chaotic space where Commissioner Cratchit sits at his desk, flanked by the ever-irritable Special Advisor Ebeneezer Scrooge and the meticulous Director of Rules and Regulations, Fenwick Grimbough. In the background, NPCW’s trusted assistant, Tilda, furiously scribbles notes, barely keeping up with the incoming announcements.)
Commissioner Cratchit (wearied but professional): "NPCW Universe, welcome to tonight’s episode of Polar Power! We’ve got a stacked card full of matches, rivalries heating up, and—most importantly—you, the fans, who make everything here great!"
(Before Cratchit can wax poetic further, Scrooge impatiently waves his hand, huffing as he leans forward.)
Ebeneezer Scrooge (interrupting, grumbling): "Oh for goodness’ sake, get on with it, Cratchit! Time is money, and I refuse to let you waste it on sentimental nonsense!"
(Cratchit pauses, his tired sigh nearly audible, but he straightens up and gets down to business.)
Commissioner Cratchit (focused, firm): *"Alright, then—let’s get right to it. We have officially signed three matches for Polar Meltdown on June 29th, and every single one promises absolute carnage!
Match #1: *Jolly Green vs Sandman in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH! These two have been tearing into each other, and now? They’ll battle until one man bleeds first!
Match #2: *The Merry Band—Friar Tuck and Little John—will take on the Howlers of the Wolf Pack! A matchup between fan favorites and brutal beasts—expect nothing but high-impact chaos!
Match #3: *Van Helsing and Hansel vs two unnamed members of Monster Bash! The hunters square off against the horrors—who will come out on top?"
(The weight of these matches hangs heavy, filling the office with anticipation. But Cratchit isn’t done yet.)
Commissioner Cratchit (with emphasis): *"But that’s not all, NPCW Universe! On June 30th, the night after Polar Meltdown, we’ll be holding a special Polar Meltdown Aftermath show! More matches will be added, more grudges will explode, and the NPCW landscape will shift once more!
"Stay tuned—because in the coming weeks, we’ll be adding even more matches to both cards!"
(As Cratchit tries to continue, Scrooge—his eyes practically shining with dollar signs—leans in again, eager to get his own message across.)
Ebeneezer Scrooge (rubbing his hands, grinning): *"And let’s not forget, dear fans—if you want to experience these incredible events, be sure to purchase your NPCW Fan Passports!
"Buy now, and secure your limited-time exclusive bonuses—because in the end…"
(He smirks, leaning back smugly.)
Ebeneezer Scrooge: "Money makes the world go round, does it not?"
(Commissioner Cratchit pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly, while Fenwick Grimbough simply adjusts his glasses, appearing unfazed. Tilda, still scribbling furiously, barely looks up. The moment lingers for just a second before the broadcast transitions back to the arena, where the crowd is roaring in anticipation for the next segment!)
MATCH 1 -
(The arena lights dim slightly, and the energy in the air becomes electric as Louie Linville, NPCW’s legendary ring announcer, steps into the center of the ring. He raises the microphone with his signature gravitas, commanding the attention of everyone in attendance.)
Louie Linville: "Ladies and gentlemen… are you ready? It is time for the first bout of the evening—where frost meets fury—a collision of strategy, power, and will!"
"Introducing first… representing the Queens of Punishment—accompanied by her advisor, the ever-unpredictable Mad Hatter—she is a vision of elegance and destruction—the Queen of Snow—please WELCOME… LADY FROST!"
(The lights shift to icy blue, as snowflakes begin to descend from the rafters. A regal mist rolls in, and Lady Frost emerges with unwavering poise, clad in a shimmering silver robe, her head held high. The audience reacts with a mix of admiration and disdain, watching as Frost gracefully strides down the ramp. Mad Hatter follows close behind, twitching and muttering, his erratic movements standing in stark contrast to Frost’s measured, commanding presence.)
(As she steps into the ring, removing her robe with a dignified motion, Linville waits for the buzz to settle before continuing.)
Louie Linville: "And now, her opponent! From the depths of chaos and rebellion—representing the Blonde Bombshells—a woman who plays by no one’s rules but her own! She is the master of unpredictability, fueled by the fire of defiance—ALICE!"
(Suddenly, the arena plunges into darkness. A booming KA-BOOM! thunders through the building, shaking the crowd. The jumbotron ignites with flashing, burning letters reading: KABOOM!
The crowd erupts in cheers, their anticipation building to a fever pitch as Alice emerges from the sea of fans, cutting through them like a storm. She wears her signature black hoodie, the hood pulled low over her eyes, gripping her kendo stick. Dorothy is right behind her, her presence unshakable, ensuring Alice knows she’s not alone.
Alice slides over the barricade, climbing into the ring without hesitation—her eyes locked on Lady Frost with an expression that radiates intensity and fury.)
(The bell rings, officially kicking off the battle between two vastly different forces—Lady Frost’s calculated precision against Alice’s chaotic rebellion.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: "And we are UNDERWAY! Alice storms forward—she LEAPS—Wonderland’s End Moonsault! Right off the bat, she’s trying to put Frost away early! But Frost counters beautifully—a perfectly timed Ice Cutter!"
Eddie Ellington (mocking): "Oh sure, look at Alice flailing around, trying to make magic happen—but guess what, Johnny? This isn’t Wonderland—this is the NPCW ring—and Frost is about to freeze her momentum solid!"
Johnny Michaels: "Alice isn't backing down—SHE GOES FOR ANOTHER WONDERLAND’S END MOONSAULT! She’s keeping the pressure RELENTLESS! But Lady Frost? She’s already got her next move lined up—a Bridging Figure Eight Leglock! She’s got Alice locked in tight!"
Eddie Ellington (chuckling smugly): "I mean, are we surprised? Lady Frost is a queen, Johnny! She isn’t just here to play dress-up and hope for the best—she knows how to take control and humble reckless amateurs!"
Johnny Michaels: "Alice fighting through the pain now—SHE ESCAPES! And SHE GOES FOR IT—double knee drop!* Frost tries to counter—NO! She GETS CAUGHT!"*
"But wait—FROST COMES BACK WITH ANOTHER ICE CUTTER! Both women are throwing EVERYTHING at each other!"
Eddie Ellington: "Can we appreciate how Lady Frost is working circles around this girl? Perfect execution! But nooo, Alice thinks she’s some unstoppable force—she might as well be chasing ghosts in that hoodie!"
Johnny Michaels: "Hang on—WHAT IS MAD HATTER DOING?! He’s at ringside—he’s talking crazily, waving his arms—HE JUST PUSHED THE REFEREE! That’s a blatant violation!"
"Honest Abe LOOKS ANGRY—HE’S CALLING FOR THE BELL!"
Eddie Ellington (stammering, stunned): "Wait, wait, hold on—THAT’S NOT FAIR! Mad Hatter was just… expressing himself loudly! Now you’re telling me that Lady Frost—the true winner—is DISQUALIFIED?!?"
Johnny Michaels: "THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAYING! Alice wins by disqualification, and Lady Frost looks FURIOUS!"
(Lady Frost turns sharply, glaring at Mad Hatter as the reality of his interference sets in. Her regal composure crumbles momentarily into one of sheer frustration, her sharp gaze cutting through her own advisor.)
(Without a single word, Lady Frost storms out, leaving Mad Hatter standing awkwardly, unsure of how to react.)
Johnny Michaels: "I HAVE TO SAY—something isn't right with the Queens of Punishment! First, we saw strife between Crimson Viper and Regina the Evil Queen—and now Lady Frost is STORMING OUT on Mad Hatter!"
Eddie Ellington (hissing): "I can’t believe Abe disqualified Hatter for such a small bump!"
Johnny Michaels: "But let’s not forget—Alice* didn’t win in the way she wanted! You can see it on her face—this wasn’t the war she came here for, but sometimes? A win is a win."*
Eddie Ellington: "Oh give me a break, Johnny. This was NOTHING BUT A ROBBERY! Mad Hatter’s plans just went a little awry! Plus it was more of slight bump than a shove!"
(The camera cuts backstage, following Lady Frost’s furious march toward the locker rooms, setting up potential fallout within the Queens of Punishment.)
PROMO 1
[Scene: NPCW Backstage where Smooth Samantha is with the Wolf Pack.]
The air is charged with tension, as Smooth Samantha stands ready with a microphone, her presence sharp and professional.
Beside her, Big Bad Wolf, draped in arrogance and confidence, proudly displays his Northern Lights Championship.
Behind him, The Wolf Pack—Moonshadow and Moon Silver—snarl like predators circling fresh meat, while the Howlers erupt in a chorus of menacing howls.
SAMANTHA (calm, direct): "Big Bad Wolf, earlier tonight, it was announced that your Howlers will be facing Friar Tuck and Little John at Polar Meltdown. Any thoughts?"
The Howlers howl wildly, their feral energy filling the room as Moonshadow grips Big Bad’s arm, and Moon Silver snarls straight into the camera.
BIG BAD WOLF (cocky, dripping with swagger): "The Little Thief’s Merry Band of fools? Meh… Sherwood’s men in tights ain't no match for the Apex predator and his pack. We ain’t here for fairy tales, Samantha—we’re here for the hunt."
Moonshadow and Moon Silver growl ferociously, while the Howlers erupt again in chaotic howls.
BIG BAD WOLF (grinning, flicking his championship with his fingers):
"At Polar Meltdown, The Howlers are gonna TEAR them apart. Little John? Friar Tuck? They ain’t ready for the storm coming their way!"
SAMANTHA (cool, skeptical):
"Speaking of tonight—the Howlers are up against Van Helsing and Hansel. These aren’t just opponents—they’re top-tier hunters. You sure you’re not underestimating them?"
Big Bad Wolf laughs smoothly, rubbing his beard with exaggerated amusement before stepping closer to Samantha, his voice dripping confidence.
BIG BAD WOLF (slow, deliberate, full of swagger):
"Underestimating? Nah. See, these so-called hunters have got it twisted. They think they’re tracking us—but they ain’t the hunters, Samantha…"
He turns, locking eyes with the camera, flashing that dangerous grin.
"They’re the PREY."
Moonshadow and Moon Silver growl loudly, before Big Bad Wolf throws his arms up and lets out a deep, earth-shaking howl—
"ARWOOOOOOO!"
The Pack explodes in unified howls, the sound echoing through the backstage area as they begin to stalk off.
Samantha composes herself, turning back to the lens as The Wolf Pack disappears into the night.
SAMANTHA (confident, professional):
"Well, folks—you heard it straight from Big Bad Wolf himself. Van Helsing and Hansel better be ready, because The Wolf Pack is coming for the kill. Back to ringside!"
The scene fades out, setting the stage for an explosive showdown later tonight.
MATCH 2 -
(The arena vibrates with anticipation as the camera zooms in on the center ring, where Louie Linville stands with his signature presence, exuding elegance and commanding the attention of the NPCW Universe.)
Louie Linville: "Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first… weighing in at 190 pounds—he is the Springtime Sensation, the Hopping Hero, the Master of Bunny Brawls—please welcome… PETER COTTONTAIL!"
(The crowd erupts with cheers as Peter Cottontail hops onto the stage, flashing his signature ear-to-ear grin, his entrance music bouncing with lively energy. He slaps hands with the fans, springing onto the ring apron before vaulting over the ropes with impressive agility. The audience chants his name, showing their unwavering support for the Easter Bunny’s fighting spirit.)
(As Peter settles into the ring, Louie Linville straightens his stance, preparing for the next introduction.)
Louie Linville: "And now… his opponent. A being that lurks in the spaces between reality and dreams. He is the phantom of the night, the harbinger of sleep, and an endless enigma… NPCW Universe… BEHOLD… the SANDMAN!"
(The lights flicker, and an eerie mist begins to creep over the entrance ramp. The crowd hushes, their excitement tempered by an eerie unease as haunting whispers echo across the arena speakers. Sandman emerges slowly, moving methodically, his presence unnerving and unpredictable. His gaze is unreadable, his movements almost ghostlike as he glides toward the ring, a presence more felt than seen.
As Sandman enters the squared circle, the atmosphere shifts—it feels colder, thicker, like something otherworldly has arrived.)
(As the bell rings, Johnny leans forward, ready to break down the action, while Eddie sits back, his usual smug smirk already forming.)
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels (energized): "AND HERE WE GO! Peter Cottontail starts fast, delivering a STIFF knife-edge chop—look at the speed behind it! But Sandman fires back with a vicious spinning fist strike—both men trading blows early!"
Eddie Ellington (mocking): "Oh, give me a break, Johnny! The Easter Bunny throwing chops? Who does he think he is—Ric Flair after a chocolate egg binge? Look, Sandman? HE doesn’t need tricks—he just ends people!"
Johnny Michaels: "Peter Cottontail keeps the pressure on—leaping judo chop!* He’s staying sharp, keeping Sandman on his heels! But wait—SANDMAN CATCHES HIM—OH! GO TO SLEEP! That knee connected flush!"*
Eddie Ellington: "And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why Sandman is terrifying! Peter Cottontail thought he had the advantage, but instead—it’s nap time, bunny boy!"
Johnny Michaels: "Peter Cottontail, showing his ring awareness, locks in a small package—HE’S TRYING TO STEAL IT! But Sandman powers out, counters—AND HITS A CRADLE SUPLEX—WHAT IMPACT!"
Eddie Ellington (laughing): "Oh, this is embarrassing! Peter Cottontail thought he could wrap this up like an Easter basket—but Sandman crushed him like an expired marshmallow chick!"
Johnny Michaels: "Peter Cottontail fights back—turnaround sidekick* CONNECTS! He’s not backing down! But wait—SANDMAN CATCHES HIM AGAIN! GO TO SLEEP! That might be it!"*
Eddie Ellington (smugly satisfied): "THERE IT IS, JOHNNY! You know what happens when Sandman hits GO TO SLEEP? Nighty-night, sweet dreams, and a one-way ticket to dreamland!"
Johnny Michaels (concerned): "Oh no—Sandman locks in the Sleeper Hold! He’s cutting off Peter’s airflow—this is bad!"
Eddie Ellington (grinning): "That’s it, Johnny! Game over! Curtains closed! Peter Cottontail’s hopping days are officially over!"
(After a few moments of struggle, Peter’s movements slow before his arms go limp—Slow-Count Sam* checks him, then calls for the bell!)*
Johnny Michaels: "AND IT’S OVER! Sandman wins with the Sleeper Hold! He choked Peter OUT!"
Eddie Ellington: "Well, Johnny, consider this a lesson—if you step into the ring with Sandman, you get a lullaby, a knockout, and your whole career reevaluated!"
(As Sandman stands over Peter Cottontail’s unconscious frame, the crowd watches in an uneasy mix of awe and fear.)
Johnny Michaels: "This man is an enigma, Eddie. He barely speaks, barely reacts, but his dominance is undeniable!"
Eddie Ellington: "And let’s not forget, Johnny—this is just a preview of what’s coming at Polar Meltdown—Sandman vs. Jolly Green in a First Blood Match!* If this is what Sandman does normally, imagine when there are NO PINFALLS, NO SUBMISSIONS—JUST BLOOD!"*
Johnny Michaels: "That’s a terrifying thought, Eddie. Sandman looks unstoppable, and after this win, Jolly Green better come prepared—because Sandman is coming for a sacrifice at Polar Meltdown!"
(The camera zooms in on Sandman as he exits the ring, his ethereal presence lingering in the atmosphere, while Peter Cottontail is slowly helped up by the referee.)
MATCH 3 -
Louie Linville (with gravitas): "Ladies and gentlemen, preparing to witness a classic clash for your delight – now making his way to the ring, the fan favorite, the relentless warrior draped in determination and mystery – please welcome SCARLETT HOWL of the Hunter’s Enclave!"
(Scarlett Howl emerges from the curtain, focused and fierce in her signature red hood. The crowd roars in approval as she strides confidently down the ramp.)
Louie Linville (continuing): "And now… entering with an aura as eerie as the midnight hour – accompanied by the forces of darkness themselves, the coven: Wicked Witch the Alpha Witch, Wicked Willow, and Grizelda – behold the mistress of nightmares, the sinister sorceress, MORRIGAN of the Witch’s Coven!"
(Morrigan appears amid swirling mist and dim, flickering lights. Her entrance is pure theatrics—the very embodiment of witch-like menace. The coven follows in unison, their presence adding an ominous counterpoint to Scarlett’s determined focus.)
(The bell rings, and the match is underway. The arena’s tension is palpable as Johnny and Eddie cut in.)
Johnny Michaels (excited, rapid-fire, 80’s Tony Schiavone style): "And here we go, folks! Scarlett Howl wastes no time as she explodes into action with a devastating basket buster – a Pedigree-like maneuver that sends shockwaves through the ring!"
Eddie Ellington (snarky, with a hint of disdain): "Oh, give it a rest, Johnny. Scarlett may be the darling of the masses, but her moves are as cookie-cutter as her fanfare. Look at Morrigan—she’s not even flinching as she answers with a crisp spin kick. Now that’s what I call real power!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the second minute, Scarlett Howl comes charging with a fierce headbutt! She’s showing her trademark aggression – but wait, here comes Morrigan, retaliating with a running hip attack that proves she means business!"
Eddie Ellington: "Running hip attack? That’s the kind of stuff the Coven lives for. Unlike Scarlett, who’s busy flapping her gums, Morrigan’s delivering punishment with precision. It’s almost laughable how predictable the Bombshell’s offense is!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the third minute, Scarlett Howl climbs to her feet and fires off a belly-to-back pendulum facebuster – a move that catches Morrigan off balance for a split second. But Morrigan recovers quickly, firing back with yet another sharp spin kick!"
Eddie Ellington: "Look at that! Morrigan isn’t here to play patty-cake with a frightened bunny. She’s out here with ice in her veins – and if Scarlett had a shred of originality, she’d know better than to challenge a true master of the dark arts!"
Johnny Michaels: "Entering the fourth minute now – Scarlett seems to be trying to reset her rhythm, but Morrigan strikes first with another devastating spin kick. Scarlett attempts to mount a defense, but it’s just not enough."
Eddie Ellington: "I’ve seen more convincing resistance from a wet paper bag, Johnny. Morrigan’s out here proving that every time Scarlett Howl thinks she’s got an opening, the Coven simply smothers her brilliance with cold, hard strikes."
Johnny Michaels: "In the fifth minute, Scarlett Howl executes a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex – a flashy, ambitious maneuver – but Morrigan meets it gear for gear with a barrage of high-speed roundhouse kicks. Both competitors are exchanging punishment in an all-out brawl!"
Eddie Ellington: "Ambitious? Sure, if you’re trying to look busy. But let’s be honest, folks: no matter how many acrobatic moves Scarlett can string together, it’s nothing compared to the ruthless efficiency of Morrigan’s onslaught."
Johnny Michaels: "Now, see this in the sixth minute – Scarlett Howl goes in for a wolf trap, essentially a snap suplex that rattles the ring. Morrigan absorbs the hit like she’s been waiting for it, maintaining her composure!"
Eddie Ellington: "Oh, please. That’s the best you can do? Morrigan’s not even breaking a sweat – she’s in a league far above this bunny’s predictable repertoire."
Johnny Michaels: "In the seventh minute, Scarlett Howl strikes with another vicious headbutt, but Morrigan counters with another round of high-speed roundhouse kicks, proving her dominance is simply unyielding!"
Eddie Ellington: "You’d think Scarlett would learn by now that trying to punch your way out of the dark isn’t the same as bringing true fury into the ring. Morrigan’s bashing her in with every well-timed kick, and it’s a sight to behold."
Johnny Michaels: "By the eighth minute, Morrigan picks up the pace with a running hip attack, catching Scarlett off guard once again – Scarlett struggles visibly to defend herself!"
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s what I’m talking about – actual aggression, actual intensity! Instead of inspiring awe, Scarlett Howl’s just floundering like a fish out of water. It’s almost pathetic."
Johnny Michaels: "In the ninth minute, Scarlett Howl rallies and executes a vertical suplex – showing that she’s not just a pretty face – but Morrigan roars back with another roundhouse kick – a statement that she remains in control!"
Eddie Ellington: "A vertical suplex? Sure, Scarlett, give yourself a pat on the back. But it hardly matters when the Witch’s Coven has better things to do than babysit your weak defense."
Johnny Michaels: "In the tenth minute, the arena goes dark! The Coven flares the mood by causing the lights to dim—a calculated disruption. But look here – Scarlett Howl manages to reverse that eerie venture and smashes Morrigan with a headbutt! The battle shifts, however briefly!"
Eddie Ellington: "A headbutt? That’s your brilliant idea of a comeback, Scarlett? It’s almost laughable. Morrigan absorbs that like it’s nothing, proving time and again that her craft is far superior."
Johnny Michaels: "In the eleventh minute, Scarlett again goes for the aggressive headbutt while Morrigan counters with another quick roundhouse kick – a rhythmic exchange of pain and power!"
Eddie Ellington: "Remember, folks – this isn’t just a brawl. This is a showcase of discipline versus raw, cold-blooded technique. And Morrigan’s techniques here outclass Scarlett’s every time."
Johnny Michaels: "Now, entering the twelfth minute, Scarlett Howl fires off another headbutt – and Morrigan answers with an inverted D.D.T. that sends shockwaves through the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "Inverted D.D.T.? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Every time Scarlett thinks she’s got something, Morrigan lays it to waste. It’s like watching a wannabe try to reach the big leagues."
Johnny Michaels: "In the thirteenth minute, Morrigan repeats the inverted D.D.T., but Scarlett Howl nearly neutralizes it – a momentary spark of defiance in an otherwise relentless storm!"
Eddie Ellington: "A spark? More like a dying ember – and it’s quickly snuffed out by the cold calculation of the Coven. Scarlett’s efforts are feeble compared to Morrigan’s resounding technique."
Johnny Michaels: "By the fourteenth minute, Scarlett Howl goes for a classic belly-to-back pendulum facebuster – but once again, Morrigan neutralizes her signature move with chilling efficiency!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s right, Johnny – every move Scarlett attempts is met with a counter that shows her true inferiority. It’s clear: she’s outmatched, outclassed, and out of her depth tonight."
Johnny Michaels: "In the fifteenth minute, Scarlett Howl makes a bold stride with a full nelson slam – a desperate surge of energy – but Morrigan barely flinches as she takes the slam and retorts with a crushing counter!"
Eddie Ellington: "Bold? Desperate? Let’s call it what it is – a last-ditch effort by someone who’s already been outfoxed. Meanwhile, Morrigan continues her steady reign, as if this were all part of her nightly ritual."
Johnny Michaels: "Into the sixteenth minute, Morrigan lands a sharp spin kick that sends shudders throughout the ring. Scarlett Howl roars and struggles to regain her footing, but it’s not enough! Morrigan even tries to pin her—Scarlett rallies and kicks out at the last possible moment."
Eddie Ellington: "Well, isn’t that just classic? Scarlett holds on for a split second, but it’s clear she’s on the verge of collapse, while Morrigan—ever the unyielding force—shows no mercy."
Johnny Michaels: "At the seventeenth minute, Scarlett delivers another vertical suplex, defiant as ever, but Morrigan shrugs it off – the resilience of the Coven on full display!"
Eddie Ellington: "Keep telling yourself that, Scarlett. You’re only prolonging the inevitable, and the longer you hang in there, the more you expose your weaknesses."
Johnny Michaels: "Moving into the eighteenth minute, Scarlett Howl repeats the vertical suplex – but Morrigan answers decisively with a brutal soccer kick that rattles her foe!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s the kind of power we’re talking about! Morrigan’s kicking so hard it could send Scarlett howling for cover – a fact that should have our blonde bombshell worried about her longevity in the ring."
Johnny Michaels: "At the nineteenth minute, Morrigan pummels Scarlett with a series of high-speed roundhouse kicks. Scarlett fights valiantly but is clearly beginning to falter under the relentless assault!"
Eddie Ellington: "I mean, come on, folks – it’s getting embarrassing. Every time Scarlett steps up, Morrigan dismantles her. It’s not talent; it’s raw, unadulterated power."
Johnny Michaels: "In the twentieth minute, Scarlett Howl squares off and slams down an electric chair facebuster – only to be met by a vicious seated Fujiwara armbar from Morrigan, who refuses to let up!"
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s a hold that tells you one thing: if you’re not careful, you’re going to be broken. And Scarlett… well, she’s proving that she isn’t made of tougher stuff."
Johnny Michaels: "By the twenty-first minute, Scarlett fights back with a full nelson slam – and Morrigan answers with a devastating double knee facebreaker. The pace here is absolutely brutal!"
Eddie Ellington: "Scarlett’s full nelson was cute – if you’re into amateur hour. Morrigan’s double knee facebreaker, on the other hand, is a thing of art. It’s like watching a master carve his work out of paper."
Johnny Michaels: "In the twenty-second minute, the Coven unleashes a devious hex to distract the referee – a ploy that sees Morrigan seize an opportunity for another pin attempt. Scarlett rallies, kicking out at the last moment!"
Eddie Ellington: "That hex is downright underhanded – a low blow from these witches, and it only proves that Scarlett is doomed if she can’t fend off both physical punishment and nasty tricks."
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the twenty-third minute, Scarlett Howl summons one more vertical suplex – a final act of defiance – but the Coven counters with what they call a 'Console Protégé', leaving the momentum in Morrigan’s favor."
Eddie Ellington: "Absolutely pathetic, Johnny. Scarlett’s trying everything in her playbook, but it’s like watching a hamster on a wheel – all effort, no achievement when faced with the cold precision of Morrigan."
Johnny Michaels: "The twenty-fourth minute sees Scarlett launching a headbutt, only for Morrigan to lock in yet another nearly unbreakable seated Fujiwara armbar. Scarlett refuses to submit, but the agony is clear!"
Eddie Ellington: "If only she had the stomach for it – or any real skill behind it! Morrigan’s armbar is the climax of tonight’s lesson in pain, and Scarlett is paying for every misstep."
Johnny Michaels: "In the twenty-fifth minute, Scarlett attempts another vertical suplex – a last burst of desperation – and lands it with conviction. Morrigan, though, absorbs the punishment like it’s nothing."
Eddie Ellington: "Desperation, Johnny, plain and simple. And it only makes Morrigan’s subsequent counters all the sweeter."
Johnny Michaels: "Entering the twenty-sixth minute, Scarlett Howl goes for an electric chair facebuster – only to be halted by Morrigan’s perfectly timed double knee facebreaker! The clash of styles is at its peak!"
Eddie Ellington: "I have to wonder – does Scarlett think she can overcome elegance with brute force? Newsflash, sweetheart: it’s not working!"
Johnny Michaels: "Finally, in the twenty-seventh minute, Scarlett Howl makes one last heroic attempt as she executes a belly-to-back pendulum facebuster – but Morrigan fires back with a monstrous spin kick! The referee calls the pin, and the unyielding Morrigan stands victorious!"
Eddie Ellington (with biting sarcasm): "There you have it, folks. Once again, Morrigan proves that nothing – not even a desperate facebuster – can hide your inherent weaknesses. Scarlett Howl’s dreams crumble under the weight of true power!"
Johnny Michaels: "What a grueling contest! Scarlett Howl fought with every ounce of defiance she had, but in the end, the cold, calculated brutality of Morrigan prevailed. And let’s not forget the eerie presence of the entire Coven behind her tonight – reminding us that in this ring, magic and malice go hand in hand!"
Eddie Ellington: "Exactly, Johnny. Scarlett might be a fan favorite, but she’s no match for the ruthless, superior technique of Morrigan and her coven. It’s high time the Witch’s Coven reaped the harvest of their power – and tonight, they’ve done just that!"
(The camera pans over a dejected Scarlett Howl as Morrigan and her coven celebrate their win, leaving the arena buzzing with both awe and controversy.)
PROMO 2
[Scene: NPCW Backstage after Scarlett Howl’s loss to Morrigan.]
Smooth Samantha stands poised with her microphone, ready to get answers, but the tension in the air is undeniable.
Behind her, the full force of The Hunters Enclave stands tall—Van Helsing, Hansel, Gretel, Mina Harker, and Scarlett Howl.
Scarlett is seething, her face stormy with fury, after her loss to Morrigan of the Witch’s Coven earlier tonight.
Mina Harker, meanwhile, looks distant—distracted, even haunted.
SAMANTHA (calm, professional): "Scarlett, you suffered a tough loss against Morrigan tonight, but you seem far from defeated. What’s next for you?"
Scarlett clenches her fists, her voice sharp with frustration.
SCARLETT HOWL (growling): "That witch got lucky, Samantha. Luck doesn’t last. She made a mistake stepping into my path, and next time? I make her PAY."
Her breathing is heavy, controlled fury, and Gretel places a hand on her shoulder, trying to temper the fire raging inside her.
SAMANTHA (nodding, shifting focus): "Van Helsing, Hansel—you’re set to face The Howlers tonight. What’s your mindset heading into this fight?"
Van Helsing smirks, crossing his arms, while Hansel cracks his knuckles, ready for battle.
VAN HELSING (low, confident): "The Wolf Pack likes to think they run these woods, but they’re wrong. Tonight, they step into OUR hunting ground."
Hansel steps forward, his voice colder, deliberate.
HANSEL (intense): "They talk a big game, Samantha—but they’ll learn soon enough that they’re not the hunters. They’re THE PREY."
Gretel smirks darkly, while Scarlett lets out a low, predatory laugh.
SAMANTHA (raising an eyebrow): "Mina, I have to ask—you’ve had a rough stretch lately, struggling against The Wicked Witch. Is something going on?"
Mina Harker snaps her head toward Samantha, eyes blazing red, her entire aura shifting into something unnatural.
Her breathing intensifies, lips curling back in rage.
MINA HARKER (snarling): "You dare ask me that? You think I FEAR her?"
The air suddenly feels colder.
Gretel and Hansel tense, while Scarlett steps back instinctively.
Van Helsing immediately moves in, placing a firm hand on Mina’s shoulder, his voice steady yet commanding.
VAN HELSING (firm, reassuring): "Easy, Mina. Stay with us."
Mina blinks hard, her glowing eyes dimming back to normal.
She shakes her head, confused, disturbed—but silent.
There’s something happening to her, but no one—not even her team—knows exactly what it is.
Samantha takes a controlled breath, visibly unnerved by what she just witnessed, but keeps her composure.
SAMANTHA (professional, composed): "Well, folks—you heard it from The Hunters Enclave themselves. Revenge is coming, the hunt is about to begin, and something… strange is happening with Mina Harker. Back to ringside!"
The scene fades out, leaving questions hanging in the air.
MATCH 4 -
Louie Linville (with classic bravado): "Ladies and gentlemen, now presenting from the House of Heyman – making his way down the ramp accompanied by none other than Grinch Heyman, the slithering, cunning gladiator – please welcome Leiton Snake!"
(Leiton Snake strides purposefully to the ring, a sneer on his face, as Grinch Heyman lingers close by, oozing mischief.)
Louie Linville (continuing): "And his opponent – beloved by the masses and ready to electrify the arena – the fan favorite, the icy enigma, FROSTY!"
(The arena explodes as Frosty makes his entrance to roaring approval. He exudes confidence, a determined glint in his eye as he readies himself for battle.)
(The bell rings, and the action is underway. Johnny Michaels and Eddie Ellington are at ringside.)
Johnny Michaels: "And here we go – the action is live! Frosty launches with a signature Frozen Fist – a punch that reverberates like a gust of polar wind! But look at Leiton Snake – he answers with a crisp enzuigiri that slices through the air!"
Eddie Ellington (smirking): "Give me a break, Frosty! That Frozen Fist is hardly worth a shiver when compared to Snake’s venomous strike. It’s as if you’re trying to cool off with a spray bottle while Snake’s out here delivering dynamite!"
Johnny Michaels: "Frosty repeats with another Frozen Fist, but what’s this? Grinch Heyman pounces from the sidelines with a jaw-dropping steal of possession – turning the momentum over to Leiton Snake!"
Eddie Ellington: "Oh, come on, Frosty! You keep swinging that feeble punch while Snake’s out there orchestrating the chaos. That move from Heyman – pure brilliance – exposes just how ill-prepared you are for real heat!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the third minute, Snake looks to capitalize – and Heyman isn’t done yet! Out of nowhere, he smacks Frosty with a mobile phone – a truly unorthodox attack – leaving Frosty reeling!"
Eddie Ellington: "Is that the best you can do, Frosty? Hurt by a mobile phone? That’s like using a toy to fend off a freight train. Snake’s showing why House of Heyman doesn’t play around – you’re outclassed from the start!"
Johnny Michaels: "Leiton Snake ascends – diving off the top rope with a somersault neckbreaker that rocks Frosty to his core! Frosty tries to regain his bearings, but the impact is brutal!"
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s what I’m talking about! Frosty’s feeble attempts to defend are nothing compared to Snake’s precision. It’s like watching someone try to ice a cake with a spoon – absolutely pathetic!"
Johnny Michaels: "Snake goes for a pedigree facebuster – a high-risk maneuver of tremendous impact! Frosty manages to neutralize the move, but it’s clear he’s starting to falter under Snake’s relentless assault!"
Eddie Ellington: "Neutralize? Give me a break, Frosty. You wouldn’t know technique if it hit you in the face – and you just got smacked by a pedigree that proves just how outmanned you are."
Johnny Michaels: "In the sixth minute, without missing a beat, Leiton Snake delivers another enzuigiri! Frosty absorbs the punishment, but the damage is mounting."
Eddie Ellington: "Absorbs, yes – like a sponge, Frosty, but even a sponge eventually cracks under enough pressure. Snake’s strikes are lethal, and you’re just a soggy mess!"
Johnny Michaels: "The seventh minute sees Frosty fighting back with a Frozen Fist! But Snake counters with a diving somersault neckbreaker that sends shockwaves through the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "Frosty, you really think you can freeze your way out of this? That neckbreaker is going to melt even your best intentions! It’s clear: while you’re busy flailing, Snake is one step ahead – every time!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the eighth minute, Frosty attempts another assault with a Frozen Fist – but Snake just absorbs it as if it were nothing impenetrable!"
Eddie Ellington: "Again, Frosty? You’re repeating the same tired move while Snake stands impervious. It’s almost laughable – like trying to light a fire with wet matches!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the ninth minute, Frosty gathers his remaining energy and goes for a Blizzard Buster – a sit-down powerbomb aimed at ending this all at once! Yet Snake retaliates with a Buckle Bomb – a counter that shakes the very foundations of the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s the kind of counter you expect from a master! Frosty thinks he can power his way through, but Snake’s there to put him back in his place – again and again!"
Johnny Michaels: "Frosty regains some momentum with a Stove Top Hat Headbutt – a flurry of energy that jolts Snake into a corner, where Snake quickly responds with a brutal hurl into the corner!"
Eddie Ellington: "Really, Frosty? That’s your grand comeback? A headbutt and a corner toss? You call that a fight? Snake’s out here showing you how it’s done—grace, power, and precision that you simply cannot match!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eleventh minute, Frosty hits back with a Frostbite Suplex – a belly-to-belly slam that rattles Snake, though Snake seems to absorb it with gritty determination."
Eddie Ellington: "Frosty might have a moment there, but let’s be honest – even that suplex is just a desperate bid to look strong. Meanwhile, Snake stands tall, proving that every puny attack from Frosty is nothing but a minor inconvenience!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, watch this: in the twelfth minute, Frosty spins into action with a Snow Globe Spin – an airplane spin that leaves Snake struggling to find his footing!"
Eddie Ellington: "Frosty may have a few tricks up his sleeve, but that spin is about as effective as a soft breeze on a winter’s day – Snake’s still in the driver’s seat here, and it’s only a matter of time before the tide turns!"
Johnny Michaels: "And here we are in the thirteenth minute – Frosty locks in his ultimate maneuver, the Blizzard Bind – a figure-four submission that has Snake writhing in agony! Leiton Snake fights back with one final enzuigiri, but it’s too late – the hold is unbreakable!"
Eddie Ellington (with biting sarcasm): "Finally, Frosty thinks he’s got you – but let’s be honest, Snake always had the guile, the cunning, and the sheer cold-hearted execution that you obviously lack! Snake submits, and the inescapable truth is that tonight, Frosty’s frozen gimmick just couldn’t thaw out your sorry hide!"
Johnny Michaels: "What a rollercoaster, folks! Frosty managed to pull off an epic submission with the Blizzard Bind, forcing Leiton Snake to tap out in a display of sheer desperation and strategic mastery!"
(The camera cuts to a visibly frustrated Leiton Snake being helped up by Grinch Heyman, while the exuberant Frosty basks in the cheers of the crowd.)
MATCH 5 -
Louie Linville (with booming authority): "Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an all-out brawl! Making his way first, representing the House of Heyman and accompanied by the ever-scheming Grinch Heyman – the venomous, the devious… TOBIAS SNAKE!"
(Tobias Snake slithers down the ramp with a sneer, eyes locked on the ring as Grinch Heyman follows closely, exuding mischief and underhanded confidence.)
Louie Linville (continuing): "Now, entering next from the Demonic Legion, a man whose chill can freeze your very soul and whose presence brings a winter storm of devastation – accompanied by the deadly Lilith – please welcome the one, the only … JACK FROST!"
(A small pop erupts from the crowd as Jack Frost makes his entrance amid ominous lighting and sinister music, exuding cold, calculated menace as he strides confidently to the ring, with Lilith at his side.)
(The bell rings and the match is underway. Johnny Michaels and Eddie Ellington are ready at ringside.)
Johnny Michaels: "And we are off! Jack Frost and Tobias Snake meet in the center of the ring. Frost wastes no time—he delivers his signature ICY EDGE, a crisp knife-edge chop that sends a shiver down your spine! But look at Tobias Snake – he's not taking it lying down, replying with a lightning-fast enzuigiri!"
Eddie Ellington (supportively): "Now that's what I'm talking about! Jack Frost isn't just turning up the temperature, he's practically freezing Snake in his tracks! Meanwhile, Tobias is flailing about like a limp worm trying to bite – there's no venom in his swagger. Frost's precision and icy execution put Snake on notice: when true chill meets counterfeit heat, there's only one outcome!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the second minute, Jack Frost locks in a vicious FROSTBITE CLUTCH – a Cobra Clutch designed to sap the strength from his opponent! Tobias Snake absorbs every ounce of that punishment, fighting hard not to submit!"
Eddie Ellington: "That Frostbite Clutch is exactly what I expected from a guy whose whole gimmick is winter’s wrath. Tobias may be tough, but he’s clearly feeling the chill. Frost is setting the tone, and Snake is stuck shivering in its grip!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the third minute, Frost re-engages with another FROSTBITE CLUTCH. But wait! Tobias Snake fights back — he attempts a daring neck drop off the top rope! What a high-risk maneuver!"
Eddie Ellington: "Neck drop? Sure, Tobias may have a couple of tricks up his sleeve, but Frost is persistent. That Frostbite Clutch is like a vise – once it’s locked in, there’s nowhere to go. Tobias might be trying to stage a comeback, but Frost’s smothering hold is proving too much."
Johnny Michaels: "Into the fourth minute – Jack Frost continues the onslaught with yet another FROSTBITE CLUTCH! Tobias Snake is visibly under duress as he absorbs the punishing pressure. Frost just keeps on coming!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s right, folks – Frost isn’t giving Tobias a moment to breathe. Every time Snake thinks he’s breaking free, Frost re-engages that Cobra Clutch like it’s his personal domain. It’s cold, it’s calculated, and it’s downright brutal!"
Johnny Michaels: "Moving on to the fifth minute, Frost lands an explosive ARCTIC BLAST – a powerful punch that echoes like a winter storm! Tobias Snake takes the hit square on the chin and barely manages to stay upright!"
Eddie Ellington: "An Arctic Blast? Now that’s how you make a statement! Tobias might be known for his cunning, but it appears Jack Frost is the one handing out frostbite in this contest!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the sixth minute, Jack Frost unleashes another ARCTIC BLAST – a thunderous punch that seems to echo through the arena! And check this out: Grinch Heyman is on the mic of mischief, but tonight he’s not holding back on anyone – he's taunting Jack Frost himself, trying to crack that icy composure!"
Eddie Ellington: "Ha! That's the kind of trash talk that can rattle even the coolest of competitors. Jack Frost might look frozen on the outside, but Heyman’s biting words are starting to melt his focus. When someone like Heyman gets in your head, even a winter storm can turn into a lukewarm drizzle!"
Johnny Michaels: "And now, in the seventh minute, Jack Frost clamps down with one final FROSTBITE CLUTCH – a submission hold so devastating that Tobias Snake has no choice but to tap out!"
Eddie Ellington (with smirk): "That’s it! The Frostbite Clutch – the ultimate punishment from Jack Frost! Tobias Snake tried to put up a fight, but he just couldn’t handle the deep freeze! Frost shows why he’s the true embodiment of winter’s wrath!"
Johnny Michaels: "Jack Frost secures the victory as Tobias Snake submits in the face of that relentless Cobra Clutch! What a match, folks!"
Eddie Ellington: "Absolutely, Johnny. In the end, when you’re dealing with a force as icy and determined as Jack Frost, there’s simply no coming back from it. Tobias gave it a good shot, but tonight, the Demonic Legion’s chill factor reigned supreme!"
PROMO 3
[Scene: NPCW Backstage, Smooth Samantha is standing with NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Polar Bears.]
Smooth Samantha stands ready, microphone in hand, as the towering, imposing figures of Polar Bear 1 and Polar Bear 2 loom beside her.
Their expressions? Cold. Calculating. Furious.
These men aren’t just champions—they’re conquerors, and tonight, they’re looking to correct a mistake.
SAMANTHA (professional, direct):
"Polar Bears, since winning the Tag Team Titles in November, your reign has been nothing short of dominant. But last episode, The Misfits of Mayhem managed to fight you to a draw. Has that changed your mindset heading into tonight’s main event?"
Polar Bear 1 scoffs, while Polar Bear 2 crosses his arms, shaking his head in disgust.
Polar Bear 1 leans in, voice thick with disdain.
POLAR BEAR 1 (gruff, mocking):
"Change our mindset? HA! Samantha, last episode was NOT a victory for them—it was an embarrassment for US. The Misfits are NOTHING, and yet, they somehow crawled their way to a DRAW?"
Polar Bear 2 nods, his tone equally venomous.
POLAR BEAR 2 (stern, unwavering):
"We do not fight for ties—we fight to DOMINATE. That is why we are CHAMPIONS. We CRUSH competition. And tonight? We will END this nonsense."
SAMANTHA (raising a brow, challenging):
"With all that said, The Misfits seem to believe they can hold their own against you again tonight. How do you respond?"
Polar Bear 1 laughs loudly, almost theatrically, before shaking his head.
POLAR BEAR 1 (mocking):
"The Misfits THINK they are equals? No, no, no, Samantha—The Misfits are DELUSIONAL. You see their little mascot, Flippers?"
Polar Bear 2 smirks cruelly, stepping forward.
POLAR BEAR 2 (grinning coldly):
"That pathetic little penguin? That SNOW CHICKEN? That is their symbol? That is their strength?"
Polar Bear 1 leans into the camera, voice dripping with malice.
POLAR BEAR 1 (low, vicious):
"Flippers better run and hide tonight, because when we are finished… there will be NOTHING LEFT." Polar Bear licks his lips menacingly.
SAMANTHA (composed, steady):
"Bold words—but tonight, The Misfits of Mayhem will get one last chance to prove they belong. Are you ready?"
Polar Bear 1 steps closer to the lens, fists clenched.
POLAR BEAR 1 (growling):
"NO ONE is a match for THE POLAR BEARS. The Misfits got LUCKY once. That luck RUNS OUT TONIGHT."
Polar Bear 2 nods firmly, delivering the final threat.
POLAR BEAR 2 (deadly serious):
"Tonight, The Misfits will be BROKEN. CRUSHED. ERASED. And when the bell rings, EVERYONE will remember…"
Polar Bear 1 and 2 raise their championship belts high, glaring into the lens.
POLAR BEAR 1 & 2 (unison, growling):
"WE ARE FOREVER CHAMPIONS!"
Samantha keeps her composure, turning back to the camera with professionalism.
SAMANTHA (cool, composed):
"The champions have spoken. The Misfits of Mayhem may have survived last time—but tonight, survival may not be an option. Back to ringside!"
The scene fades out, leaving the inevitable destruction looming ahead in the main event.
MATCH 6 -
Louie Linville (with ringing authority): "Ladies and gentlemen, from the House of Heyman – making his way to the ring accompanied by Grinch Heyman – please welcome the wily, the unpredictable… NIVEN SNAKE!"
(Niven Snake slithers down the ramp with a sneer of defiance. Grinch Heyman trails behind, his usual swagger dampened by tonight’s losses, his eyes betraying a hint of desperation.)
Louie Linville (continuing): "And now, entering from the heart of the Demonic Legion – a force of pure annihilation, a true Demon of Destruction – accompanied by the ever-devious Lilith – give it up for ABADDON!"
(Abaddon strides out with an aura of ruthless power, every step purposeful. Lilith stands at his side, adding an extra edge to the entrance, as the arena roars in anticipation.)
(The bell rings, and the match explodes into action.)
Johnny Michaels: "And we're underway! Abaddon wastes no time as he launches into his signature move – the ABADDON'S FURY, a ferocious F-5 that practically shakes the very air in here. But wait – Niven Snake isn’t idle! He responds with a lightning-quick leaping clothesline that cuts across the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "Ah, look at that! Abaddon is delivering pure destruction, while Niven Snake is flapping around like a snake that lost its venom. And Grinch Heyman… well, his face says it all tonight—another protegee crashing and burning!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the second minute, Abaddon repeats that devastating fury, unleashing another ABADDON'S FURY that leaves no doubt about his intent. Meanwhile, Niven Snake tries to counter yet again with a leaping clothesline – a move he’s relying on too much tonight!"
Eddie Ellington: "Snake’s clinging to the same tired move, hoping it’ll somehow work against a man who’s the embodiment of chaos. It’s almost pathetic. Abaddon is proving that evolution in the ring isn’t about repetition—it’s about overwhelming force!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now watch closely in the third minute! Abaddon hits a brutal HELLBREAKER – a backbreaker that leaves Niven Snake reeling as he absorbs every ounce of that punishment!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s what I call dominance! While Niven Snake is busy crumbling like a cheap prop, Abaddon is sending shockwaves down his spine. It’s a master class in destruction, and Snake’s clearly outmatched!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fourth minute, the action turns even nastier – Lilith, stepping in from Abaddon’s corner, sprays a dark mist directly into Niven Snake's eyes, momentarily blinding him. With that opening, Abaddon goes for a massive deadlift powerbomb!"
Eddie Ellington: "A little dark mist isn’t the end, Snake. That powerbomb is the icing on the cake for Abaddon, who’s making sure you remember your place in this ring. You’re being disrespected by every fiber of your arrogant coil!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now in the fifth minute, Niven Snake, desperate for a comeback, musters a tilt-a-whirl slam in a last-ditch effort to turn the tide. Abaddon, however, seems unfazed, shrugging off the impact!"
Eddie Ellington: "Desperate moves from Snake, Johnny! You can almost hear the rattling in Grinch Heyman’s eyes, watching yet another protegee flounder. Abaddon knows no limits—he’s in a league of his own, while Snake is simply playing catch-up."
Johnny Michaels: "Entering the sixth minute, Abaddon delivers a crushing vertical suplex. Niven Snake absorbs the punishment and, in a risky move, tries for a pin! But Snake kicks out at the last second."
Eddie Ellington: "That pin attempt was as feeble as it was predictable. Look at Snake trying to hold on when he’s clearly getting crushed! Abaddon is methodically dismantling him—one brutal suplex at a time."
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the seventh minute, Niven Snake attempts to regain some momentum with a Samoan drop – a maneuver that momentarily fills the ring with hope. But Abaddon, ever resilient, just absorbs the punishment like it’s nothing!"
Eddie Ellington: "Hope? Give me a break. That Samoan drop might as well be a limp gesture compared to the thunderous might of Abaddon – and Grinch Heyman looks like he’s barely holding onto his dwindling pride tonight!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eighth minute, the carnage continues – Grinch Heyman steps in once more, executing a jaw-dropping smash with a mobile phone on Abaddon! Abaddon, caught off-guard, tries to defend but is left reeling from the unexpected attack!"
Eddie Ellington: "Oh, now that’s the kicker! Grinch Heyman, in his desperate state tries to smash Abaddon."
Johnny Michaels: "In the ninth minute, Grinch Heyman isn’t done yet – he slaps Niven Snake repeatedly, adding more fuel to this blazing inferno of a match. Abaddon, however, shows no signs of slowing down as he continues to dominate the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "Every slap from Heyman is like a punctuation mark on Snake’s performance – pathetic, disappointing, and utterly predictable. Abaddon stands as a reminder that in the realm of destruction, mediocrity simply doesn't survive!"
Johnny Michaels: "As we roll into the tenth minute, Abaddon delivers another earth-shattering HELLBREAKER—a backbreaker that has Snake crumpling in the center of the ring! In response, Snake rallies with a deadlift powerbomb, trying to claw his way back!"
Eddie Ellington: "Clawing back? Look at that feeble attempt – it's almost laughable. Abaddon just executed a move that should have ended this match long ago, and Snake's desperate counter is as ineffective as a thaw in the arctic!"
Johnny Michaels: "And now, in the eleventh minute, Abaddon wraps it up! With a vicious DEMONIC GRIP, he locks Niven Snake in a submission hold that leaves no room for escape. Snake fights valiantly, but the demonic pressure is too much!"
Eddie Ellington: "There it is – the verdict is in! Niven Snake has finally submitted under the relentless DEMONIC GRIP. And for Grinch Heyman, whose proteges have all met similar fates tonight, this is just another chapter in an embarrassing saga. Abaddon stands tall, a true demon of destruction!"
Johnny Michaels: "What a finish, folks! Abaddon proves once again why he is a force of nature in the ring. Niven Snake's valiant fight was no match for the sheer brutality and precision of the Demonic Legion!"
Eddie Ellington: "Absolutely, Johnny. It's a bitter pill to swallow for anyone in the House of Heyman—especially Grinch Heyman, watching another one of his proteges bow out in disgrace. Abaddon’s performance tonight leaves no doubt: when it comes to destruction, there's only one name that matters!"
(The camera cuts to Abaddon, who stands triumphant in the ring while a dejected, battered Niven Snake is helped to his feet. Grinch Heyman, visibly shaken and embarrassed, avoids the glare of the raucous crowd.)
MATCH 7 -
Louie Linville (booming and flair): "Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in on pure determination and resolve, from the Hunter’s Enclave, please welcome the dynamic duo – Van Helsing and Hansel!"
(Van Helsing and Hansel stride to the ring with steely eyes and unwavering focus. Their expressions speak of battle-hardened determination as they position themselves ready for war.)
Louie Linville (continuing): "And now, making their way to the ring accompanied by the Northern Lights Champion Big Bad Wolf and the fierce female stars of the Wolf Pack – Moonsahdow and Moon Silver – The Howlers, please welcome these relentless warriors of the Wolf Pack!"
(The Howlers emerge to a chorus of wolf howls and raucous chants from the crowd, their entrance theatrical and dominating, setting the tone for a clash of two storied factions.)
(The bell rings, and Johnny Michaels and Eddie Ellington pick up the action.)
Johnny Michaels: "And we’re underway, folks! The match explodes into action as Hansel finds himself caught early in a vicious double-team by The Howlers. Howler #1 and Howler #2 combine their might—Howler #1 launches a devastating powerbomb followed by a crushing knee drop. Hansel fights back desperately but clearly can’t withstand the onslaught!"
Eddie Ellington (with smug derision): "Look at Hansel—he’s trying to play hero, but these wolves are starving for blood. The Howlers don’t just double-team; they double the pain. And between you and me, if you’re going to face a coordinated assault like that, you better come with more than half-hearted moves."
Johnny Michaels: "In the second minute, Van Helsing and Hansel try to regroup, joining forces in a double-team of their own. Hansel dishes out a Spinning Toe Hold while Van Helsing lands a Roundhouse Right. But Howler #1 answers with another brutal powerbomb that leaves no doubt the Wolf Pack is in total control!"
Eddie Ellington: "Really, Van Helsing and Hansel? Is that the best you can muster? The Howlers are predators—precise, calculated, and ruthless. Your double-team attempt is nothing but a half-hearted scramble in the face of real aggression!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now in the third minute, Hansel storms back with an Atomic Kneedrop that rattles the ring! However, Howler #1 counters with a barrage of multiple elbow drops before tagging out to his partner. The pace here is relentless!"
Eddie Ellington: "Hansel’s trying, but he’s no match for the systematic brutality of the Wolf Pack. Every move he executes is effortlessly neutralized by Howler #1. It looks like The Howlers are having their way with you tonight!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fourth minute, Hansel goes for a Front Facelock on Howler #2, but his opponent simply refuses to yield. Howler #2 tags back in, and the Wolf Pack machine continues its relentless assault."
Eddie Ellington: "That facelock was your shot at control, Hansel! But the Howlers know no mercy—while you fumble with half-baked moves, they operate with precision and coordination that leaves you gasping."
Johnny Michaels: "Moving into the fifth minute, Hansel shifts gears and executes a Boston Crab on Howler #1, locking in a submission hold of his own. Though Howler #1 fights through the pain, Hansel then tags out to Van Helsing, trying to rally the Enclave’s spirit!"
Eddie Ellington: "Nice try, but it’s all just a momentary flicker of hope. That Boston Crab might look flashy, but it’s nothing compared to the raw power and teamwork of The Howlers. You’re scrambling like rats while they’re circling like wolves hungry for victory!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the sixth minute, Van Helsing enters the fray with a thunderous Roundhouse Right that lands squarely on Howler #1. The impact is followed by a Bionic Elbow from Howler #1—an exchange that reminds everyone why The Howlers dominate this division!"
Eddie Ellington: "Van Helsing’s strike might have some style, but it’s getting buried under the Wolf Pack’s relentless counterattacks. Howler #1’s Bionic Elbow shows exactly why coordinated aggression beats individual flair any day!"
Johnny Michaels: "By the seventh minute, Van Helsing lands another Roundhouse Right that staggers his opposition. However, Howler #1 isn’t done stirring the pot, countering with a Howler Drop that sends a clear message—this match belongs to the Wolf Pack!"
Eddie Ellington: "Roundhouse after roundhouse—Van Helsing’s out there flailing like a wild man, but The Howlers are a well-oiled machine. Every time he swings, they absorb it and retaliate with pure brutal efficiency."
Johnny Michaels: "In the eighth minute, Van Helsing delivers yet another crisp Roundhouse Right, only for Howler #1 to answer with a signature Howler Drop! The intensity hasn’t let up – and now, on to the double-teaming in the ninth minute!"
Eddie Ellington: "Double teaming? It’s almost laughable how Van Helsing and Hansel try to combine their efforts. Against The Howlers, you need more than a patchwork of moves; you need a complete overhaul of your strategy, and that’s exactly what you’re missing!"
Johnny Michaels: "At the start of the tenth minute, chaos reigns as the Wolf Pack unleashes a full-on gang up. Van Helsing endures a vicious barrage before tagging out to Hansel, while Howler #1 quickly rotates out for his partner, Howler #2."
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s the pack mentality right there—one member is down, and the rest pounce without hesitation. Meanwhile, Van Helsing and Hansel seem perpetually two steps behind!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eleventh minute, Hansel, back in the ring with Van Helsing by his side, launches a coordinated dropkick and Roundhouse Right combo. The Howlers absorb the punishing double-team, but their unity proves too much to overcome."
Eddie Ellington: "You can see the desperation – it's like Van Helsing and Hansel are trying to rally a lost cause. The Wolf Pack’s discipline and teamwork leave them reeling every time. Look at that precision!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the twelfth minute, Hansel leaps into a Flying Forearm Smash while the Howlers respond with some relentless slugging. The intensity in the ring is escalating by the second!"
Eddie Ellington: "That slugging from Howler #2 is absolutely savage – it’s the kind of punishment that shows what happens when you face real power. Meanwhile, Hansel’s clumsy attempt at a forearm smash only underscores his desperate situation."
Johnny Michaels: "As we approach the thirteenth minute, Hansel pulls off a Spine Crusher that rattles his foe, only to be met with a Jumping Elbow Drop from Howler #2. Hansel is forced to tag out to Van Helsing while Howler #2 tags back in to continue the assault."
Eddie Ellington: "Look at that – a feeble Spine Crusher followed by a jumping elbow drop that speaks volumes. It’s clear: you’re outmatched and outclassed, Van Helsing and Hansel are scrambling while The Howlers dictate the pace!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fourteenth minute, The Howlers resume their ruthless teamwork. Howler #1 unleashes a Samoan Drop, and Howler #2 follows up with an Inverted Neck Breaker. Van Helsing answers with a Silver Bullet Spear that lights up the ring, but the sheer force of the double-team overwhelms him."
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s what I call power – a Samoan Drop combined with an inverted neck breaker, and all you can do is get hit with a Silver Bullet Spear? It’s almost comical how out-of-control you both are when faced with real dominance!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fifteenth minute, Howler #1 again delivers a Samoan Drop while Van Helsing takes another brutal hit. Despite his best efforts to hold on, the relentless double-team leaves the Enclave reeling."
Eddie Ellington: "Once again, you try to rally, but it all comes crashing down. The Wolf Pack’s strategy is simple – hit hard, hit fast, and don’t give an inch. It’s a lesson you’re not ready to learn!"
Johnny Michaels: "Entering the sixteenth minute, Van Helsing launches a Knee Lift that finds its mark, but Howler #1 answers with a vicious Back Claws. The momentum swings as Howler #1 tags out to Howler #2, keeping the pressure on."
Eddie Ellington: "That back claws attack – brutal and unforgiving – shows exactly why The Howlers are in complete control. Your feeble knee lift is just a hiccup in the wave of destruction raining down on you!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the seventeenth minute, Howler #2 delivers a picture-perfect Jumping Elbow Drop, rocketing over Van Helsing’s attempt to defend himself. The pin is nearly successful, but Van Helsing manages to kick out at the last second before Howler #2 rotates back out."
Eddie Ellington: "Nice effort, but it’s too little, too late! You’re trembling under the onslaught, and every time you pause, The Howlers make their move. Your pitiful resistance is now a running joke in this ring!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eighteenth minute, Van Helsing fires off a fierce Roundhouse Right, only for Howler #1 to answer with another corrosive Bionic Elbow. Howler #1 then tags out to Howler #2, keeping the relentless assault going."
Eddie Ellington: "Roundhouse after roundhouse – your strikes mean nothing when met with the precision of The Howlers! Van Helsing’s desperate attempts are like a broken record: repetitive and utterly ineffective!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the nineteenth minute, The Howlers bring the double team once more—with Howler #2 executing a Snap Scoop Slam, followed by a crushing Clubbing Blow to the back, and Van Helsing is hit with a massive Chokeslam. The envelopment is complete!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s a master class in brutality! A Snap Scoop Slam and a clubbing blow – you’re getting trampled, plain and simple. It’s a hospital waiting room for you, and The Howlers are the gurney drivers!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, into the twentieth minute, The Howlers continue their vicious collaboration. Once again, they deliver a coordinated Snap Scoop Slam and Clubbing Blow to the back, and Van Helsing counters with a Running DDT that nearly shifts the momentum in his favor – but the Wolf Pack’s aggression prevails!"
Eddie Ellington: "Desperation doesn’t win matches, Van Helsing! You might get one lucky break with a Running DDT, but The Howlers are relentless – systematic and unforgiving!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the twenty-first minute, Howler #2 soars in with a diving headbutt, while Howler #1 lands another solid Clubbing Blow to the back. Van Helsing tries to fend off the double-team but falters under the sustained assault."
Eddie Ellington: "That’s the sound of defeat echoing in the ring! Your attempts to stave off the pain are nothing but a mockery, and The Howlers are laughing all the way to victory!"
Johnny Michaels: "At the start of the twenty-second minute, Van Helsing comes back with a Roundhouse Right, only to be met with a Jumping Elbow Drop from Howler #2. Howler #2 then tags out to Howler #1, keeping that wrath alive!"
Eddie Ellington: "Round after round – you’re just not built for this, Van Helsing. The Wolf Pack’s precision and ferocity leave you gasping in defeat, a shadow of your former fight!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the twenty-third minute, Van Helsing strikes back with a Silver Bullet Spear on Howler #1, but the resilient Howler barely holds on, kicking out of the pin attempt. With a quick tag exchange, Hansel comes back into the fray as Howler #1 rotates to Howler #2."
Eddie Ellington: "Silver Bullet Spear? You call that a comeback? That move is as empty as your strategy tonight. The Howlers are in perfect sync – every tag is a reminder of your inadequacy!"
Johnny Michaels: "And finally, in the twenty-fourth minute – Hansel, seizing what little momentum remains, executes a vicious Boston Crab. But it’s swiftly countered as Howler #2 drops him with a punishing Howler Drop, sealing the fate of the match as Howler #2 covers Hansel for the pin!"
Eddie Ellington (with a cutting tone): "That’s it, Hansel! When you try to fight through the storm, The Howlers make sure you’re swept away. Van Helsing and Hansel’s feeble resistance has crumbled under the Wolf Pack’s calculated savagery – another chapter written in your book of failures!"
Johnny Michaels: "What a contest, folks! Despite a valiant effort from Van Helsing and Hansel of the Hunter’s Enclave, The Howlers – with their relentless, coordinated assault – have emerged victorious!"
Eddie Ellington: "In the end, the Wolf Pack proved too much. If you’re going to step into this ring against a unit as formidable as The Howlers, you better be prepared for a brutal lesson. Tonight, Van Helsing and Hansel couldn’t handle the storm – and The Howlers did exactly as they promised."
(The camera pans over a dejected Van Helsing and Hansel as The Howlers celebrate their hard-fought victory. The arena buzzes with the collective roar of the Wolf Pack faithful, while the Hunter’s Enclave looks on in disbelief.)
PROMO 4
[Scene: NPCW Backstage, moments before the main event.]
Smooth Samantha stands ready with a microphone, prepared to speak with one of NPCW’s most eccentric and unpredictable tag teams—The Misfits of Mayhem.
Standing before her are Negropolis, the straight-faced tactician; Madman Mason, the lovable wildcard; and their overly confident, animated manager Ace MacDougall.
But let’s not forget their mascot, the ever-popular Flippers, perched proudly on Madman Mason’s arm.
SAMANTHA (calm, professional):
"Misfits, last episode, you went the distance against the reigning tag team champions, The Polar Bears, forcing a draw in a match many thought you wouldn’t survive. How do you feel heading into tonight’s main event?"
Ace MacDougall adjusts his coat, puffing out his chest, immediately taking control of the conversation.
ACE MACDOUGALL (booming, Scottish accent):
"Ach, lassie, let’s get one thing straight—the Misfits don’t ‘survive.’ The Misfits THRIVE. The Polar Bears thought they were gonna steamroll us like a snowplow, and yet—"
He pauses for dramatic effect, gesturing wildly.
"—we stood there like a glorious, untamed blizzard and didn’t budge!"
Madman Mason nods enthusiastically, clearly enjoying Ace’s theatrics, while Negropolis just crosses his arms, shaking his head in quiet skepticism.
SAMANTHA (raising an eyebrow, shifting focus):
"The Polar Bears are furious about last week’s draw, claiming luck was on your side. Tonight, they promise to crush you. Any response to their threats?"
Negropolis steps forward, keeping his composure, speaking low and steady.
NEGROPOLIS (dry, skeptical):
"Look, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend the Bears aren’t dangerous. They’re big, brutal, and built like moving glaciers. We held our own last time, but tonight? They’re coming to break us."
Ace waves him off dismissively.
ACE MACDOUGALL (smirking):
"Och, don’t be daft, lad! ‘Break us’? Ha! We don’t break—we BOUNCE BACK! We’re slippery like fresh ice, unpredictable like the northern winds, and most important—"
Madman leans into the mic, wide-eyed, nodding.
MADMAN MASON (innocently):
"We have an emotional support penguin."
SAMANTHA (chuckling):
"Speaking of which—Flippers seems to be gaining a bit of a fan following. The crowd absolutely loves him."
Madman Mason beams with pride, clutching Flippers and lifting him high above his head, prompting a wave of cheers from an unseen fans off-camera.
MADMAN MASON (excited, grinning):
"You hear that?! They love him! They ADORE him! Flippers is the HEART of the Misfits—the SOUL of our team!"
Negropolis groans, rubbing his temples, clearly exhausted by this routine.
NEGROPOLIS (muttering):
"He’s a flightless bird wearing a scarf, Mason. Can we FOCUS, please?"
SAMANTHA (composed, smiling slightly):
"Alright, last thoughts before tonight’s main event?"
Ace MacDougall leans forward dramatically, pointing at the lens.
ACE MACDOUGALL (loud, confident):
"Polar Bears! Ye might think we got lucky—but luck had nothin’ to do with it! Tonight, you’ll see firsthand why the Misfits NEVER back down!"
Negropolis takes a deep breath, nodding reluctantly.
NEGROPOLIS (dry, serious):
"We aren’t leaving without a fight."
Madman hoists Flippers up again, grinning ear to ear.
MADMAN MASON (cheerful):
"AND WE HAVE A PENGUIN!"
The camera lingers for just a second as Negropolis rolls his eyes in exhaustion, Ace gives a proud nod, and Madman Mason parades around with Flippers in triumph.
Samantha smirks, shaking her head slightly, then turns back to the screen.
SAMANTHA (composed, amused):
"The Misfits of Mayhem are ready for war—whether it’s against the Polar Bears or common sense itself. Back to ringside!"
The scene fades out, leaving fans eager to see if confidence, caution, and comedic chaos can overcome the brute force of the champions.
MAIN EVENT -
Louie Linville (booming with authority): "Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an all-out brawl! Representing The Misfits of Mayhem – the daring duo who’s been rising in popularity mainly due to their adorable mascot, Flippers – please welcome Negropolis and Madman Mason, accompanied by none other than Ace MacDougall and, of course, Flippers!”
(The Misfits make their entrance first with exuberant cheers from the fans. Madman Mason, carrying his emotional support penguin Flippers, soaks in the adoration, while Ace MacDougall struts confidently by his side.)
Louie Linville (booming with authority): “And now the NPCW Tag Team Champions, The Polar Bears! Determined to even the score after last show’s draw, these fierce champions are out for retribution. Let’s get ready for chaos!"
(The Polar Bears storm to the ring amid a wave of deafening boos, exuding intensity and focus.)
Johnny Michaels: "And we are underway! In the opening moments, Polar Bear 1 wastes no time—he launches a vicious claw-at-face (Eye Rake) on Madman Mason. Mason tries to fend it off, but the champions are asserting an early dominance!"
Eddie Ellington: "Come on now, Mason – you’re getting your face rearranged! It’s clear that these Polar Bears are built to crush, while the Misfits seem content with flailing around. Look at that; when you’re in over your head, even a simple claw won’t cut it!"
Johnny Michaels: "Not to be outdone, in the second minute, Madman Mason retaliates with a spinebuster slam that rattles the champions. But Polar Bear 1 answers back with a brutal neckbreaker – the intensity is off the charts here!"
Eddie Ellington: "That neckbreaker is pure, unadulterated punishment. Mason’s trying hard, but every time he thinks he’s gaining ground, the Polar Bears remind him why they’re the champs. They’re not here to play games—they’re here to dominate!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now the action turns chaotic! In the third minute, the Misfits launch a double-team assault: Madman Mason executes a boot choke, while Negropolis delivers an arm whip of doom. The Polar Bears fight back with a massive punch with paw from Polar Bear 1 and an inverted bearhug from Polar Bear 2. It’s a dizzying exchange of double-team maneuvers!"
Eddie Ellington: "Look at this—Mason and Negropolis think they can overwhelm the champions with a haphazard double-team. But the Polar Bears are as coordinated as they come. Every punch, every bearhug is a lesson in superiority!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fourth minute, the champions counter with a coordinated double-team of their own. Polar Bear 1 slams with a massive punch with paw while Polar Bear 2 hits with an Arctic Avalanche – a running body slam in the corner that leaves Mason reeling. Mason fires back with a spinebuster slam, but the double-team coordination is too much to handle!"
Eddie Ellington: "Now that’s what I call traffic control! While Mason is busy trying to keep pace, these Polar Bears are laying into him like he’s nothing. It’s almost embarrassing how out-matched the Misfits look tonight!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fifth minute, Mason digs deep and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends shockwaves through the ring, leaving Polar Bear 1 absorbing the punishment. The Misfits are showing flashes of aggression here, but the champions still hold strong."
Eddie Ellington: "An overhead suplex? Give me a break – it’s a desperate, feeble attempt when you’re up against true power! The Polar Bears might take a hit, but they’re built like mountains. Mason’s just not cutting the mustard!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the sixth minute, Mason repeats his overhead belly-to-belly suplex, forcing a tag: Mason tags out to Negropolis, while Polar Bear 1 brings in Polar Bear 2 – the tempo of this match is relentlessly unforgiving!"
Eddie Ellington: "That’s a routine now for Mason – a tired move with no lasting impact. Meanwhile, the champions are refreshing their lineup. It’s clear the Wolf Pack of misfits is scrambling, while the Polar Bears work like a well-oiled machine!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, the seventh minute witnesses a fierce double-team by the champions: Negropolis and Polar Bear 2 are on the offensive! Polar Bear 2 slams his massive paw, followed by a thunderous powerslam from Polar Bear 1, and then Negropolis delivers a snap suplex that shakes the ring!"
Eddie Ellington: "That double-team is poetry in motion – ruthless and exact. Meanwhile, the Misfits look disjointed, clearly unable to stop this symphony of destruction!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eighth minute, Polar Bear 2 and Polar Bear 1 both unleash claw-at-face attacks on Negropolis, while he counters with a Dragon Suplex that ripples through the arena. The champions are firing on all cylinders!"
Eddie Ellington: "Every time Negropolis thinks he’s got a foothold, these guys slap him back down with surgical precision. It’s like trying to beat a glacier with a pebble – utterly futile!"
Johnny Michaels: "Entering the ninth minute, the Misfits attempt a desperate double-team – Negropolis and Mason combine their efforts: Negropolis launches a flying elbow while Mason follows with a spinebuster slam, capped off by Polar Bear 2 retaliating with a series of savage swats, dubbed Furry Vengeance!"
Eddie Ellington: "Look at that clumsy coordination – it’s almost laughable! The champions aren’t fazed one bit; they not only fend off the attack but use it as fuel to take control. Mason and his partner look like they’re trying to catch lightning in a bottle!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the tenth minute, Polar Bear 2 lands a vicious claw-at-face on Negropolis, leaving him dazed as a pin attempt follows. Negropolis kicks out at the last possible moment, forcing a tag exchange – the champions smartly rotate back, with Polar Bear 1 coming back in for the next phase of action!"
Eddie Ellington: "That pin was nothing but a feeble taste of what’s coming. Negropolis’s limp recovery is as predictable as it is pathetic. The Polar Bears simply know how to keep the pressure on!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eleventh minute, Polar Bear 1 roars into the action, delivering a massive punch with his paw onto Madman Mason. Mason stumbles backward under the weight of that blow as the champions begin to dictate the pace."
Eddie Ellington: "You see, folks, this is the difference between champions and pretenders. Mason may have had a spark early on, but when the Polar Bears start their stomping, it’s like watching a bull in a china shop – and you know whose china is getting shattered!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the twelfth minute, Mason fires off a strong toss into the corner – a move intended to turn the tide. The Polar Bears absorb every ounce of that punishment, but it only serves to fuel their counterattack. Mason quickly tags out to Negropolis to try and continue the chaos!"
Eddie Ellington: "Nice try, Mason – but that toss is nothing compared to the foundation of power these champs have built. Your weak attempts are showing, and it looks like your whole misfit group is falling apart!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the thirteenth minute, Ace MacDougall steps in and delivers a cutting 'Console Angry Protege' from the outside – a devious tactic aimed at exploiting a weakness in Polar Bear 2. The champion tries to deflect, but Ace’s words leave a mark."
Eddie Ellington (scowling): "You heard him, folks – if you’re going to lean on a support act like Ace and his sorry excuse for a penguin (Flippers), you might as well be handing over the keys to the kingdom! The Polar Bears are starting to look vulnerable under that extra distraction!"
Johnny Michaels: "Coming into the fourteenth minute, Negropolis takes matters into his own hands—he executes a throw out of the ring on Polar Bear 2! The champion struggles outside the ropes as the referee counts, but he manages to scramble back inside at the count of eight. Quick tags follow: Negropolis tags out to Mason, and Polar Bear 2 is replaced by Polar Bear 1!"
Eddie Ellington: "That throw out was a feeble attempt at a comeback—but it only underlines how disorganized the misfits are. The Polar Bears, even when momentarily separated, always find a way to regroup and punish you!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the fifteenth minute, Mason roars back with a psychotic break – a wild, unpredictable move that sets up Polar Bear 2 to respond with a devastating Blizzard Slam, a powerslam that shakes the arena. Mason goes for a pin, but the champs kick him out at the last instant!"
Eddie Ellington: "Desperate, Mason – desperate! Trying to pin you with that half-hearted attempt is just another example of your misfit madness. The Polar Bears aren’t fooled by your theatrics!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the sixteenth minute, Mason once again digs in deep, unleashing a bone-rattling Spinebuster Slam on Polar Bear 2. The impact is monstrous as Mason tags out to Negropolis, with Polar Bear 2 then switching over to Polar Bear 1 for the next exchange!"
Eddie Ellington: "You call that offense? It’s nothing but a clumsy series of moves – while the Polar Bears seamlessly rotate and counter, Mason and his misfit cronies are left looking like amateurs!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the seventeenth minute, Polar Bear 1 fires a vicious backbreaker on Negropolis – a move that leaves him writhing in pain. Polar Bear 1 goes for the pin, but Negropolis manages to kick out just in time before tagging to Mason, keeping the champions on their toes!"
Eddie Ellington: "That backbreaker is a trademark of true strength – and you can see Negropolis floundering. Mason should have known better; you can’t come into this ring looking half-dead and expect to win!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the eighteenth minute, Mason turns up the heat with a vertical suplex on Polar Bear 2. The champions fight back fiercely, tagging in Polar Bear 1 as they attempt to neutralize this assault."
Eddie Ellington: "Vertical suplex? Mason is scrambling for anything that might work. But you see, the Polar Bears have been forged in the fires of competition – your desperate moves only highlight your weaknesses!"
Johnny Michaels: "Now, in the nineteenth minute, Ace MacDougall steps into the spotlight with a searing proclamation – he points out a gaping weakness in Polar Bear 1’s defense! Seizing the moment, Mason drives home a colossal chokeslam that leaves the champions reeling!"
Eddie Ellington (with a sneer): "Oh, Ace, don’t get too comfortable shouting out weaknesses – because it only makes it more evident how utterly exposed you all are! Polar Bear 1, take note: you’ve got a flaw that Mason isn’t going to let you hide behind those roars and bluster!"
Johnny Michaels: "In the climactic minutes, the champions try to mount a final coordinated assault, but the misfits’ resolve proves too strong. Amid a flurry of double-team maneuvers and devastating counters, the momentum shifts once and for all. Then, in a shocking upset, Madman Mason finds an opening – exploiting that very weakness Ace highlighted. He locks in a thunderous maneuver, and Polar Bear 1 is caught! The referee counts, and in a moment that leaves the arena in disbelief..."
(The bell rings as Polar Bear 1 is pinned.)
Johnny Michaels (voice rising): "Polar Bear 1 is pinned by Madman Mason! The Misfits of Mayhem secure a stunning upset victory!"
Johnny Michaels: "What an explosive main event! With a masterful combination of cunning strategy and raw aggression, Madman Mason – aided by Ace MacDougall’s ruthless insight – managed to expose a fatal flaw in the champions. The Polar Bears are undoubtedly reeling from this stunning upset!"
Eddie Ellington (cutting, with a mix of sarcasm and pride): "Hold on now, folks—let’s not get too carried away by this one-off blip. Sure, Mason and his misfit miscreants got lucky tonight, but we all know the Polar Bears are the real deal! This so-called upset is nothing more than a temporary setback—a rare stumble in an otherwise dominant reign. The Polar Bears’ legacy remains unshaken, and they’ll be back to show these desperate misfits exactly what championship grit looks like!"
(The camera pans over the jubilant Misfits as Madman Mason, still clutching Flippers in a bizarre but moving gesture, basks in the shock and awe of the crowd. The arena erupts in tumultuous cheers while the defeated Polar Bears retreat, their bitter boos echoing through the building.)
CLOSING SEGMENT
[Scene: NPCW Arena, post-main event. The spotlight hits the stage as “Guiding Light” plays. The crowd erupts into deafening cheers as NPCW Champion Rudolph emerges.]
Rudolph walks down the ramp, slapping hands with roaring fans, his presence radiating confidence, charisma, and unshakable determination.
At ringside, he stops briefly, pointing to a child wearing a "RUDOLPH – GUIDING LIGHT OF NPCW" shirt. The kid’s eyes light up as Rudolph acknowledges him, giving him a nod of respect.
He climbs into the ring, hoists the championship high, soaking in the energy before turning serious. The cheers fade to anticipation—this is a moment that matters.
RUDOLPH (firm, passionate):
"NPCW Universe! I’ve stood toe-to-toe with every creature, nightmare, and force that Monster’s Bash has thrown at me. Dragon King, Ogre, Alpha Monster—I’ve faced them ALL. And guess what? I’M STILL STANDING!"
The crowd roars, feeling Rudolph’s fire.
RUDOLPH (smirking, determined):
"By the end of this month, their reign of terror ENDS. And next week? I face Frankenstein’s Monster in a non-title match. Listen to me, Alpha Monster—this is YOUR LAST CHANCE!"
He lowers the mic for a moment, scanning the crowd before pointing straight at the camera.
RUDOLPH (icy, unwavering):
"Bring everything you have, because when the final bell rings—you won’t just lose. You’ll be DONE."
RUDOLPH (confident, pacing):
"But before that, tomorrow night on Chill Factor, I defend this championship against KONG!"
The crowd erupts at the mention of the beastly contender.
RUDOLPH (grinning, hyped):
"KONG thinks he can take this title from me. He thinks he’s unstoppable. But let me tell you something—I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE. And tomorrow, this belt stays RIGHT HERE!"
The fans roar in approval, chanting "RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!"
The chants begin to quiet as Rudolph lowers his tone, his expression growing serious.
RUDOLPH (calm, intense):
"And I’ve heard the whispers. I’ve heard some say I’m only holding this belt until Santa returns. That I’m just keeping the seat warm."
The crowd murmurs, gasps rippling through the arena.
RUDOLPH (voice steady, unyielding):
"Let me make one thing clear—I AM the champion of NPCW, and I am a FIGHTING champion!"
The cheers rise again, but Rudolph isn’t done yet.
RUDOLPH (bold, fearless):
"And when Santa DOES come back? If he wants to challenge me? THEN SO BE IT!"
The arena erupts in disbelief—Rudolph just called out Santa for a future showdown!
RUDOLPH (strong, unwavering):
"I would be happy to face him ONE-ON-ONE to see who the TRUE champion is!"
The crowd explodes in chants—some shocked, some thrilled at the possibility.
With a final glare into the camera, Rudolph drops the mic, signaling that his words stand on their own.
He climbs the ropes, hoisting the NPCW Championship high, showing it to the roaring audience as the screen slowly fades to black.
Let's go Misfits, let's go (clap clap)
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