Aired - June 14, 2025
POLAR MELTDOWN COMMERCIAL
[Visual: STATIC... then SNOWFALL transitions to a dramatic aurora borealis over the NPCW logo. Ominous music swells.]
🎙️ Narrator (deep, cinematic voice):
“On June 29th... the coldest day of the year... gets even colder.”
[CUT TO: A steel pipe crashing into snow-covered steel steps. Blood splatter hits the camera.]
🎙️ Narrator:
“Where grudges don’t just end… they bleed.”
[FLASH: SANDMAN in slow motion, eyes blazing, dragging a barbed-wired kendo stick across his shoulder.]
[CUT TO: JOLLY GREEN roaring in rage, blood trickling from his lip, swinging a steel chain like a wrecking ball.]
🎙️ Narrator:
“SANDMAN. JOLLY GREEN. FIRST BLOOD. NO MERCY.”
[CUT TO: A snow-covered forest. ROBIN HOOD is kneeling, battered and bloodied, staring up defiantly.]
Robin Hood (voiceover, defiant):
“I don’t quit. Not now. Not ever.”
[SMASH CUT: BIG BAD WOLF snarling into the camera, holding the Northern Lights Title.]
Big Bad Wolf (growling):
“Then I’ll tear the words from your throat myself.”
🎙️ Narrator:
“NORTHERN LIGHTS CHAMPIONSHIP. ‘I QUIT’ MATCH. ONLY ONE MAN WALKS AWAY.”
[DRAMATIC FLASHES: Madman Mason snarling, licking blood off his gloves. Negropolis ready to battle. Flippers looking focused. Snow explodes as the POLAR BEARS storm through a frozen gate with the tag titles glistening in the wind.]
🎙️ Narrator:
“The Tag Team Stronghold of the North... collides with madness and mayhem.”
[Text on screen: POLAR BEARS vs MISFITS OF MAYHEM – TAG TEAM TITLES ON THE LINE]
[FINAL SHOT: A mountain peak at night. The snowstorm calms. A figure stands atop—RUDOLPH, bruised but unbroken, breathing hard. The NPCW Championship is draped over his shoulder.]
[He turns slowly to the camera—nose glowing faintly red. The Northern Lights blaze behind him.]
🎙️ Narrator:
“And at the top of the world... one champion stands alone. But for how long?”
[FINAL GRAPHIC: POLAR MELTDOWN – JUNE 29 – LIVE ONLY ON NPCW STREAMING NETWORK]
[Snow shatters like glass. The screen goes black.]
🎙️ Narrator:
“NPCW: The North Will Never Be the Same.”
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:
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.
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.
(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
[Camera fades in from the NPCW intro montage. The roar of the crowd at the Greenland Wrestling Complex rises.]
[CUT TO: Wide crowd shot. The audience is bundled in winter gear, waving signs and cheering. The energy is electric.]
[Quick pans across fan signs:]
"Robin Hood for the North!"
"Van Helsing = Vampire GOAT"
"Big Bad Wolf = Big Bad CHAMP"
"Wicked Witch Hexed My Heart 💜"
"Demonic Legion = MY FAMILY"
"Bombshells > All"
[CAMERA PAUSES on a large, unified section of fans wearing black-and-white penguin-themed shirts, cardboard beaks, and flapping foam wings.]
[Zoom on a few hand-made signs:]
"We Came for Mayhem, We Stayed for Flippers!"
"FLIPPERS — The Chill Pill We All Need!"
"Team Penguin, Cold-Blooded and Proud!"
[CUT TO: Commentary desk — JOHNNY “THE MIC” MICHAELS and EDDIE ELLINGTON in front of the roaring crowd.]
Johnny: "Welcome, folks, to a chilling night of action here on NPCW Polar Power — coming to you live from the Greenland Wrestling Complex, our icy battleground while the NPCW Arena gets a much-needed facelift!"
Eddie: "Oh please, Johnny. Facelift? The only thing that needed a facelift was your fashion sense in the '80s. This place is colder than Mrs. Claus’s personality — but at least the fans here know how to bring the fire!"
Johnny: "And bring it they have, Eddie! What an atmosphere — signs for Robin Hood, Big Bad Wolf, the Wicked Witch and her Coven, and even those twisted souls in the Demonic Legion!"
Eddie: "Don’t forget the flapping freaks cheering for that waddling weirdo Flippers and those two lunatics, the Misfits of Mayhem. Look at that — 'We Came for Mayhem, We Stayed for Flippers!' You’d think they were giving away fish sticks in Section C!"
Johnny: "Call them what you want, Eddie, but those fans are here to party — and tonight's lineup is stacked!"
Johnny: "And let’s talk about what’s coming your way tonight, folks — a stacked card that’ll shake the snow right off the roof here at the Greenland Wrestling Complex!"
Eddie: "Oh, it’s stacked alright — like a pile of fruitcake nobody asked for."
Johnny: "The Blonde Bombshells are back in action and looking to prepare for tomorrow’s semi-final match, but standing in their way are the eerie and unpredictable duo of Sugar Plum Fairy and Lilith — a twisted holiday nightmare if I’ve ever seen one!"
Eddie: "Fairy dust and fangs, Johnny. The Bombshells better bring more than hair spray and glitter, or they're getting run over by this dangerous duo."
Johnny: "And it’s a personal war as Mrs. Claus squares off with the cold-hearted Queen of Hearts herself, Crimson Viper — will the holiday matriarch bounce back, or will Viper make her tap again like last week?"
Eddie: "Mrs. Claus needs to hang up the boots and pick up some knitting needles. Crimson Viper’s not here to spread cheer — she’s here to break limbs."
Johnny: "Then, the Hunters Enclave’s elite strike team — Van Helsing and Hansel — try to bring down the twin terrors of the Monster’s Bash: Kong and Ogre, with the devious Dr. Frankenstein lurking ringside!"
Eddie: "Hansel already got crunched once — and if Frankenstein’s got his way, Van Helsing’s next. I hope someone packed a stretcher."
Johnny: "And in tonight’s Main Event, the NPCW Champion himself, Rudolph, steps into the ring against a true nightmare made flesh — Frankenstein’s Monster! Non-title, but if the Monster wins, he gets a shot at Polar Meltdown!"
Eddie: "Non-title? That’s Rudolph playing defense. He knows the Monster’s gonna ragdoll him. And when it happens, I want a front-row seat to see that shiny nose smashed flat."
Johnny: "It’s high stakes and hard hits all night long! Buckle up, everyone — Polar Power starts right now with a message from Commissioner Cratchit!"
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The cramped, makeshift office is dimly lit, with a faint hum from a space heater. Commissioner Robert Cratchit sits at a cluttered wooden desk, weary and hunched. Ebenezer Scrooge, sharply dressed and grinning ear to ear, stands beside him with one hand gripping Cratchit’s shoulder like a vulture perched on prey.
Cratchit (with tired sincerity): “Good evening, NPCW Universe. Thank you for joining us here tonight at the Greenland Wrestling Complex, our temporary home while the NPCW Arena undergoes necessary renovations...”
Scrooge (interrupting with relish): “Necessary? Bob, let’s not undersell it — glorious improvements! Monumental! Expensive! And worth every coin!”
Cratchit (visibly sighing): “One of those changes will be… the addition of—”
Scrooge (snatching the moment gleefully): “—FIVE! Five glorious SUPER FAN Boxes!”
He steps forward dramatically, rubbing his gloved hands together with glee.
“Positioned with the best view in the arena, private access, velvet seating, and exclusive Snow-Cone Butler service—these luxury suites are just $500 per show… or, for the discerning patron of violence, a bargain of $50,000 for a season pass!”
He gives a little clap of delight, chuckling as if he just robbed Santa’s sleigh.
Scrooge: “What better way to watch blood, betrayal, and broken bones than in comfort and exclusivity? You deserve it. You’ve earned it. And now… you can pay for it!”
Cratchit buries his face in his hands for a moment.
Cratchit (softly, without lifting his head): “This wasn’t what I meant when I said we should give back to the fans…”
Scrooge (unfazed, eyes gleaming): “Oh Bob, you’re always thinking with your heart. But tonight, it’s all about the wallets!”
Cratchit (resuming with what dignity he can muster): “Back to business... Tonight’s main event will determine whether Frankenstein’s Monster will challenge Rudolph at Polar Meltdown. If the Monster wins tonight’s non-title match… the title match will be signed.”
Scrooge (leaning in, conspiratorially): “And signed in Rudolph’s blood, if we’re lucky!”
Cratchit (quietly): “Enjoy the show tonight, everyone… and stay safe.”
Scrooge beams, pats Cratchit on the shoulder like a conquering king, and turns to the camera one last time.
Scrooge: “Remember, folks — in NPCW, chaos is currency… and I’ve just made the first deposit.”
Fade out as Cratchit looks mournfully down at a flyer advertising the SUPER FAN Boxes, while Scrooge continues rubbing his hands together like a goblin who’s just sold winter itself.
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to POLAR POWER—and we’re kicking things off hot in the coldest wrestling federation on Earth with a showdown between the sinister servant of shadows Abaddon, accompanied by the ever-dangerous Lilith, and the high-flying hero from Santa’s sleigh, Comet of the Reindeer Coalition!
Eddie Ellington: Oh please, Johnny. This isn’t even going to be a contest. Abaddon is darkness made flesh, and Comet? He’s the third-best reindeer with the IQ of a snowball.
Louie Linville: “Shooting across the ring like a star from the sky… weighing 200 pounds… he is the Velocity Vixen of the North… COMET!”
[A comet streak blazes across the Jumbotron as synth-heavy electronic music pulses. Comet sprints to the ring like a blur, jumping from ramp to apron with explosive energy. He’s speed, spirit, and surprise all rolled into one.]
Louie Linville: “He is the harbinger of annihilation… the DEMON OF DESTRUCTION… weighing in at 320 pounds of chaos and carnage… THIS… IS… ABADDON!”
[A deep rumble shakes the arena as red strobe lights flicker to a pounding war drum beat. Abaddon storms out, muscles rippling and eyes blazing. Clad in demonic armor and breathing heavily through a spiked mask, he rips apart a chain across his chest before roaring at the crowd.]
Johnny There’s the bell, and we're off—Abaddon immediately snatches Comet up and plants him with a Vertical Suplex! But wait! Comet bounces up and fires back with the REINDEER ONE TWO—a solid combo to the face!
Eddie: Looked more like a winter breeze than a punch. If that's what passes for offense in the Reindeer Coalition, Abaddon's going to have this wrapped quicker than a Christmas present.
Johnny Abaddon’s not wasting time—he’s got Comet up again... ABADDON’S FURY! That F-5 variation could rearrange a snowman!
Eddie: And Comet just eats it. That’s the first intelligent thing he’s done—stay down. This is a slaughter, Michaels, and I love it.
Johnny: Hold on—Lilith’s up on the apron! She sprays dark mist right into Comet’s eyes! Honest Abe didn’t catch it!
Eddie: What mist? I didn’t see any mist. Maybe Comet just started crying because he realized he’s in the ring with a real wrestler.
Johnny: Comet, fighting blind, nails a REINDEER GORGE headbutt! He’s still got fight in him!
Eddie: Oh, great. A blindfolded reindeer. This is turning into a holiday horror show.
Johnny: Momentum swinging back and forth—Abaddon hits a bodyslam, Comet fires back with more REINDEER ONE TWO, and now a REINDEER KICK! They’re trading shots like it’s Christmas Eve at the family table!
Eddie: Abaddon’s just toying with him. Like a cat with a stunned squirrel. And I’ll give Comet this—he’s stubborn. Stupid, but stubborn.
Johnny: Abaddon unleashes the HELLFIRE PLEX and then the HELLBREAKER! Comet answers with a shoulder tackle, but he’s feeling every impact!
Johnny: Vertical Suplex AGAIN from Abaddon—Comet’s down! There’s the pin! One… TWO—NO! Comet kicks out!!
Eddie: What is wrong with this idiot?! Stay down! You’ve got ice cubes for brains, Comet!
Johnny: Comet’s still got spirit—another REINDEER ONE TWO! But Abaddon is like a freight train of evil! Another HELLBREAKER! Another ABADDON’S FURY!
Eddie: And another dumb kick-out from Comet! At this point, I’m starting to think he’s just trying to extend the pain. This is self-harm disguised as heart.
Johnny: Abaddon with the FIENDISH STRIKE! Right to the throat! That’ll silence anyone—even a reindeer!
Johnny: Both men are clearly exhausted, but they’re digging deep! Comet with a REINDEER CLOMP and a REINDEER KICK—wait, Abaddon BLOCKS it!
Eddie: Finally! Even I was getting tired of that hoof nonsense. These reindeer don’t belong in a wrestling ring—they belong pulling sleighs and staying quiet.
Johnny: Both men roll through more exchanges—Comet lands another stomp, but here comes Abaddon... OH! HELL’S FURY!! The TRIPLE NON-RELEASE POWERBOMB!!!
Eddie: YES! Count it, Abe! ONE! TWO! THREE! Stick a candy cane in Comet—HE’S DONE!
Johnny: Abaddon wins it! An absolute war ends with the monstrous Abaddon standing tall over the brave but battered Comet!
Eddie: Brave? Please. That wasn’t brave. That was delusional. And Lilith didn’t even break a sweat—what a queen! The Reindeer Coalition better stick to jingling bells, because when it comes to combat, they’re outclassed, outgunned, and out of luck.
Johnny: Love him or hate him, Abaddon just made a statement—and with Lilith at his side, the shadows are growing darker in NPCW! Don’t go anywhere—more Polar Power is coming up next!
INTERVIEW WITH ROBIN HOOD
[Backstage at the Greenland Wrestling Complex. The camera pans to a well-lit interview area where the poised and elegant Smooth Samantha—a vision of grace in a winter-white suit—stands with microphone in hand. Beside her is a focused, intense Robin Hood, clad in his forest green gear, bow slung across his back, eyes steeled for battle.]
Smooth Samantha (with a dazzling smile): "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the noble outlaw himself—Robin Hood—who has a crucial match tonight against the monstrous Dragon King of the Monster’s Bash. But all eyes are on Polar Meltdown, where you, Robin, will challenge Big Bad Wolf for the Northern Lights Championship… in an I Quit Match. Robin, the stakes don’t get much higher—what’s your mindset heading into the biggest fight of your NPCW career?"
[Robin Hood lowers his hood, revealing eyes burning with resolve. The cheer of the crowd filters faintly from the arena beyond. He speaks with passion and grit.]
Robin Hood: "Samantha, ever since I came to NPCW, I’ve stood for the people. I’ve battled monsters, outlaws, and tyrants. But Big Bad Wolf? He’s something else. A predator who doesn’t just want to win—he wants to break you."
"At Polar Meltdown, there won’t be any running. There won’t be any hiding. Just him and me in the ring until one of us says 'I quit.' And I promise you this—I don’t quit. I don’t break. And I sure as snow won’t let the Northern Lights Championship stay wrapped around the waist of a beast who rules through fear."
"I fight with honor. I fight with purpose. And at Polar Meltdown… I fight for every single soul in the North Pole who still believes a better day can come. The Wolf might howl loud—but I’ve got arrows of truth, and I’ll be aiming for the heart."
[Robin Hood turns to the camera, locking eyes with the viewers at home.]
Robin Hood (calm but cutting): "Big Bad Wolf… get ready to say the words. Because your fairy tale ends when the people rise."
[He gives a sharp nod, slinging his bow across his shoulder and marching offscreen. Smooth Samantha watches him go, eyes wide with admiration.]
Smooth Samantha (to camera): "A fierce message from a determined man. Can Robin Hood conquer the Wolf? We'll find out at Polar Meltdown." "Back to ringside!"
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Welcome back to Polar Power, and up next we’ve got the emerald outlaw himself—Robin Hood—ready to take aim at the scaled scourge of the ring, Dragon King, representing Monster’s Bash and flanked, as always, by that scientific menace Dr. Frankenstein!
Eddie Ellington: You mean “ready to be roasted” by Dragon King. Robin Hood doesn’t stand a chance. This isn’t Sherwood Forest—it’s Monster territory, and he just stepped into the fire pit.
Louie Linville: “From the heart of Sherwood Forest… the legendary outlaw turned hero… clever, cunning, and courageous… ROBIN HOOOOD!”
[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.]
Louie Linville: "Accompanied to the ring by the mastermind Dr. Frankenstein… from the forbidden peaks where legends still breathe… he is the fire-breathing monarch of Monster’s Bash… bow before the one… the only… DRAAAAGONNNN KIIIIING!"
[The arena plunges into darkness as a deep, throaty chanting choir echoes like an ancient ritual. Red and gold flames burst along the stage. The jumbotron ignites with the phrase:
“THE KING HAS AWAKENED.”
From the shadows emerges Dragon King, cloaked in a scaled, gold-trimmed robe, a horned dragon helm resting atop his head. Smoke coils around his feet like summoned spirits. He raises his arms slowly—fire erupts from the ring posts. The crowd falls into a hushed awe as Dr. Frankenstein watches proudly, like a dark sorcerer unveiling his ultimate creation.]
Johnny: Whoa! Before this match can even get going, Dr. Frankenstein grabs Robin Hood’s leg from the outside—LEG SWEEP at the ropes! And "Fast Count" Frank didn’t catch it!
Eddie: That’s not interference, Michaels—that’s called ring IQ. Dr. Frankenstein’s just... calibrating the environment.
Johnny: Dragon King now, springboarding off the ropes—Enzuigiri! Right to the side of Robin Hood’s head! The outlaw is rocked!
Eddie: Of course he is! Robin Hood’s used to robbing sleeping nobles, not fighting dragons. He’s out of his element and about to be out of consciousness.
Johnny: But here comes Robin Hood with some fight! A German Suplex! And now a Senton! He’s turning this match around!
Eddie: Lucky shots. Even a broken clock hits someone once in a while. You can toss the Dragon King once, but you can’t stop the flames from coming.
Johnny: Dragon King fights back—SPIKE PILEDRIVER! He plants Robin Hood straight into the mat!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you play knight in shining armor. The dragon turns your tin can into scrap metal.
Johnny: Now Dragon King’s going airborne—DRAGON’S FURY! The corkscrew moonsault hits its mark! That might’ve crushed Robin’s ribs!
Johnny: Body Slam from Dragon King—he’s going for the pin! One… TWO—no! Robin Hood kicks out!
Eddie: Why? Just stay down and spare us the drama. This isn’t a fairy tale—it’s Monster’s Bash reality!
Johnny: Robin Hood gets some space, leaps again—Senton! But Dragon King catches him and slams him down with a Spinebuster!
Eddie: That’s power, Michaels. Raw, fire-breathing, lizard-scaled power. You don’t outwrestle a dragon. You get scorched.
Johnny: Oh no! Dragon King throws Robin Hood out of the ring! And—wait a minute—Big Bad Wolf just came out of the crowd! He’s got the Northern Lights Title belt—AND HE CLOCKS ROBIN HOOD WITH IT!
Eddie: Beautiful! Poetic justice! That’s what Robin gets for stealing spotlight! I always said the forest was full of vermin—and tonight, Monster’s Bash just did some pest control.
Johnny: The referee didn’t see it! He’s counting—six… seven… eight… nine… TEN!! Robin Hood is counted out! Dragon King wins it via count-out after a shocking attack by Big Bad Wolf!
Eddie: That’s called teamwork. That’s strategy. And that’s Monster’s Bash, baby! Robin Hood just learned you can’t shoot arrows at monsters and walk away clean. Next time he wants to play hero, he better bring a fire extinguisher.
Johnny: An absolute mugging at ringside, and a controversial win for Dragon King. You can bet the Merry Band—and Robin Hood—won’t take this lightly. Folks, don’t go anywhere. Polar Power rolls on!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels:
What a night it’s been on Polar Power, and up next we've got a wild tag team matchup: the fan-favorite Blonde Bombshells, Alice and Dorothy, squaring off against the dark and dangerous duo of Sugar Plum Fairy and Lilith the Demoness—and you know somewhere nearby is that chaos conductor, The Nutcracker General!
Eddie Ellington:
This isn’t a tag match, Johnny, it’s a slaughter in progress. You’ve got two overhyped fairy-tale frauds stepping into the ring with a literal demon and her psychotic sugar-coated enforcer. These Bombshells are about to go boom—in the worst way possible.
Louie Linville: “Making their way to the ring… from parts far stranger than fiction… they are the chaos in the calm, the blonde-streaked storm on the horizon… they are Dorothy and Alice… the BLONDE… BOMB… SHELLS!”
[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.]
Louie Linville: “Introducing... a most twisted tandem of terror and temptation… at a combined weight of 282 pounds… one delivers nightmares in glitter, the other in flame… Sugar Plum Fairy and The Demoness Lilith… THE DARK CONFECTION!”
[A haunting remix of "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" begins to play—twisted with heavy industrial bass and demonic choral undertones. Purple and crimson lights swirl as Sugar Plum Fairy twirls with deceptive grace, blowing mocking kisses, while Lilith rises behind her through a plume of red smoke, eyes glowing and mouth curled in a wicked smirk. The crowd rains down boos as elegance meets malevolence in one terrifyingly theatrical entrance.]
Johnny: And we are underway! Alice with a RABBIT HOLE DDT early, dropping Lilith hard!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, but look at the Nutcracker General! Distracting “Honest” Abe like a seasoned pro—illegal tactics? I call it inspired leadership.
Johnny: Alice stays on her! Double knee drop! But Lilith fires back—Abyssal Slam! The Demoness showing she can take it and dish it right back.
Eddie: Alice should’ve stayed in Wonderland. She’s not ready for this. Lilith’s just warming up the pit.
Johnny: Tag to Dorothy—fresh and fierce with a Neckbreaker Slam! But Lilith—again—another Abyssal Slam! Both women are trading bombs here!
Eddie: And every time Dorothy throws something, Lilith sends her to the basement. That tornado back in Oz didn’t hit as hard as Lilith.
Johnny: Here comes some tandem offense! The Bombshells are double-teaming! Kick out of the ring by Dorothy! Arm Drag by Alice!
Eddie: It’s illegal is what it is. Look at ‘em—two blonde buzzards circling Lilith like vultures. This is disgraceful!
Johnny: They’re keeping Lilith isolated—Body Slam, Emerald City Elbow, and Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana! The Bombshells are firing on all cylinders!
Eddie: More like they’re cheating with flair. Alice is in and out so much I’m not sure if she’s tagging or auditioning for a Broadway musical.
Johnny: Double-team continues—Rabbit Hole DDT! Dorothy with another Neckbreaker Slam! But LILITH locks in the Demon’s Embrace!!
Eddie: Yesss! That’s it! Tap! Break her in half like a stale gingerbread man!
Johnny: No! Dorothy survives! She won’t give in!
Johnny: The Bombshells rally again—Spinebuster, Double Kneedrop, and WONDERLAND’S END Moonsault from Alice!
Eddie: This is absurd. Lilith’s taking punishment from two peroxide princesses and STILL dishing it back. Grit like that can’t be taught—it’s summoned from the underworld.
Johnny: Dorothy with the SCHOOL-GIRL ROLL-UP! She’s going for the surprise pin!
Eddie: WAIT! The Nutcracker’s in the ring—SCEPTER SMASH aimed at Dorothy—but he misses!!
Johnny: ONE! TWO! THREE!!! SHE GOT HER! Dorothy pins Lilith!! The Blonde Bombshells have done it!
Eddie: WHAT?!? No! That was a fast count! Somebody check Abe's glasses! Lilith was clearly reaching for the ropes! This is a farce, Johnny—a travesty! The demoness was robbed!
Johnny: A shocking upset and a huge win for the Blonde Bombshells! Alice and Dorothy just outlasted the dark magic and walk away victorious! Stick around—more NPCW action on the way!
INTERVIEW WITH BLONDE BOMBSHELLS
[Backstage Interview Zone at the Greenland Wrestling Complex. The NPCW logo glows behind the beautifully dressed Smooth Samantha, who stands confidently with microphone in hand. Flanking her are the victorious and vibrant trio—The Blonde Bombshells: Dorothy, Alice, and Goldie Locks. Dorothy and Alice are still catching their breath from their win, while Goldie stands proudly with a determined look despite the tape on her shoulder.]
Smooth Samantha (smiling, energized): “NPCW fans, what a match we just witnessed! Dorothy and Alice of the Blonde Bombshells picking up a huge victory over Sugar Plum Fairy and Lilith! And joining me now—the full trio, including Goldie Locks herself!”
[Crowd cheers faintly in the background as the three Bombshells wave and pose confidently.]
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies, congratulations on the win! But there's no rest for the bold. Tomorrow night on Northern Belles, it’s the semi-finals of the North Star Tag Team Tournament. Dorothy, Alice—you’ll be facing off against Scarlett Howl and Gretel from the Hunters Enclave. What’s your mindset heading into that one?”
Dorothy (with a wink): “Oh, we love a good hunt. But tomorrow night? It won’t be the Bombshells that get tracked down—it’s Scarlett and Gretel who’ll find out you can’t cage thunder and lightning!”
Alice (nodding sharply): “They’re fierce, no doubt. But we’ve been through witches, monsters, and maniacs. The Blonde Bombshells don’t back down—we rise up. We’re one win away from the finals, and nothing’s stopping us now.”
Smooth Samantha (turning to Goldie):
“And Goldie… all eyes are on your match tomorrow night. You go one-on-one with Wicked Witch for the Queen of the North Title. I know you are nursing some injuries. Are you truly ready to face her at full strength this time?”
[Goldie looks straight into the camera, eyes glinting with fire. Her voice is calm, but full of purpose.]
Goldie Locks: “Samantha, I’ve been battered, bruised, and left wondering if I should hang up my boots. But every time I looked at that title… I remembered why I started. I’m not just healed… I’m hungry. Wicked Witch took something from me—now I’m coming to take everything from her. I’m walking into Northern Belles a challenger, and walking out a Queen.”
Smooth Samantha (with admiration): “Strong words from a strong trio. Any final thoughts for the NPCW fans?”
[The three Bombshells huddle close, flash their signature smirks, and shout in unison—]
All Three: “We’re here to BLOW the place up—KABOOM!!”
[The crowd roars as the trio struts off camera, oozing confidence and charisma. Smooth Samantha looks after them with a grin.]
Smooth Samantha: “They’ve got the momentum, the attitude, and their eyes on the gold. Don’t miss Northern Belles—the Blonde Bombshells are coming in hot!” “Back to ringside!”
Johnny: And we are back in the icy crucible that is the NPCW ring, folks! Up next, it's the chilling enforcer of the Demonic Legion—Jack Frost—squaring off against the powerhouse of the Merry Band, Little John!
Eddie: You mean lumbering oaf Little John, Johnny. He’s the kind of guy who brings a dull axe to a laser sword fight. Meanwhile, Jack Frost? He’s a winter storm in wrestling boots. This’ll be over faster than you can say “seasonal depression.”
Louie Linville: “Representing the Demonic Legion… from the frozen edge of despair… weighing in at 190 pounds… the cold-blooded conqueror… THE DEMON OF FROST… JACK FROST!”
[Frost creeps across the stage as icy blue lights shimmer and eerie choral music echoes. Jack Frost steps out slowly, pale and emotionless, in a sleek silver and blue ensemble. He raises one arm, and artificial snow drifts from the rafters as the crowd recoils from his cold presence.]
Louie Linville: “Standing six-foot-four and swinging from the trees… the muscle of Sherwood Forest… LITTLE JOOOHN!”
[A deep drumbeat pulses with rhythmic lute strumming as Little John steps through the curtain. Towering and intimidating, but with a grin that shows his good nature, he carries a massive wooden staff over one shoulder. He raises a fist to the fans and stomps down to the ring, rallying the crowd like a gentle giant ready for battle.]
Johnny: Both men lock up—and Jack Frost sinks in that ICY EMBRACE! He's squeezing the air right outta Little John!
Eddie: That’s how you greet a guy—icy hands and no mercy! But oh, Little John counters with a BACKBREAKER! I think I heard a snowflake crack.
Johnny: Little John is starting to throw heavy hands—FOREARM SMASH! BACK SMASH! He’s using that brute strength early!
Eddie: It's like watching a tree fall in slow motion, Johnny. Except this tree smells like wet pine and poor decisions.
Johnny: Jack comes back with a SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS! That headscissors was like a frozen vice! And now—ICE STORM ELBOW DROP!
Eddie: THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about! Jack is laying the sleet and slamming the heat. Little John didn’t see that weather warning.
Johnny: But wait! John reverses the scissors into another BACKBREAKER! He's targeting that frosty spine!
Eddie: Honest Abe better check him for firewood, because this man is illegally logging Jack Frost’s vertebrae.
Johnny: The match slows for a beat, both men breathing heavy. But Jack’s back on the attack—ICY EDGE CHOP! SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS again!
Eddie: And here’s Lilith, working her magic—distracting Abe just long enough for Jack to frostbite the competition! She's not just a demoness, she's divine strategy.
Johnny: Jack takes advantage with a huge ICE STORM! He’s going for the pin—
1… 2…—NO! Little John kicks out!
Eddie: Ugh! This guy is as stubborn as a hiccup during a wedding toast. Jack needs to turn the cold up a few degrees.
Johnny: Lilith fires up Jack from ringside—Jack with ANOTHER ICE STORM! But John counters with another BACK SMASH! It’s a war of attrition now!
Eddie: That’s not a back smash, it’s just him falling into people and hoping for the best. Jack’s still got this!
Johnny: Jack connects with the ARCTIC BLAST! And now the FROSTBITE CLUTCH! He’s draining the life out of Little John like winter drains your will to live!
Eddie: Tap, tree stump! Tap! You’re not getting out of that hold unless you melt!
Johnny: Little John won’t submit—he’s hanging on by a thread! But Jack tightens the grip with the SNOWSTORM SLEEPER!
Eddie: That’s not just a sleeper, Johnny. That’s a nap straight to the afterlife. Jack Frost is the Sandman of Suffering!
Johnny: Jack sets him up one more time—ICE STORM FROM THE TOP! HE HITS IT CLEAN!
Ref: 1… 2… 3!!!
Johnny: JACK FROST WINS! The Demonic Legion chalks up another chilling victory here tonight in NPCW!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you bring a jolly sidekick to a supernatural beatdown, Johnny. Frost just iced the forest giant! Someone pour this lumberjack a warm cup of “get lost.”
Johnny: Stay tuned folks—because the cold war just got a whole lot colder in NPCW!
Johnny: This one’s gonna be personal, folks! Several weeks ago, the Demonic Legion unceremoniously fired Grinch Heyman—and tonight, his mercenary Leiton Snake from the Pit gets his shot at revenge against the Alpha Demon himself, Krampus!
Eddie: And let’s be honest, Johnny—if Snake had any brains, he would’ve slithered away quietly. Instead, he walked right back into a blizzard of pain, led by the most dominant force in NPCW… Krampus!
Louie Linville: “From the darkest winter’s heart… weighing in at 310 pounds of pure terror… He is the Alpha Demon, the BRINGER of NIGHTMARES… THIS! IS! KRAMPUS!”
[The lights dim to a hellish red as heavy industrial metal slams through the arena. Flames erupt along the ramp as Krampus, a towering, horned figure in black and red, stomps forward dragging rusted chains behind him. The crowd boos in dread-filled silence as Lilith follows closely, basking in the fear.]
Louie Linville: “He is the general of the Snake Pit… calculated, commanding, undefeated in his mind… LEITON SNAKE!”
[Slow-building war drums echo as Leiton Snake enters solo through the smoke, flanked by spotlights that flash like muzzle fire. Wearing black tactical gear and a long combat vest, he stares down the crowd with cold intensity. No theatrics. Just presence. He slowly raises one clenched fist as pyro explodes behind him. Grinch Heyman is never far behind, whispering into Leiton’s ear with a smug grin.]
Johnny: And here we go! Leiton explodes out of the gate with a HURL INTO THE CORNER! But Krampus answers right back with a SINISTER SUPLEX! The power difference is on full display already!
Eddie: That’s why they call him the Alpha Demon, Johnny. He doesn’t just throw you—he reboots your entire belief system when you land.
Johnny: Snake goes for the SLING BLADE! He’s trying to pick up speed—
Eddie: But Krampus shrugs it off like it was a snowflake on his shoulder. You need a wrecking ball, not a garden snake, to move this monster.
Johnny: Wait a minute—Lilith getting involved early with that trademark demonic seduction! She’s throwing Snake off his game!
Eddie: I don’t blame him, Johnny. How do you focus when dark magic is whispering in your ear and glaring daggers through your soul?
Johnny: Still, Snake rallies with a BUCKLE BOMB! That shook the entire North Pole Arena!
Johnny: Krampus now with a KRAMPUS KRUSH! That running powerslam just flattened Snake! This could be over fast if Leiton can’t get his footing!
Eddie: He’s still seeing snowflakes from that one! And now—DEMONIC DRIVER! The tombstone of doom! Heyman’s freaking out at ringside!
Johnny: And look at Heyman—SLAPS KRAMPUS! What is he thinking?!
Eddie: Trying to wake up his boy. I’d have slapped Snake for getting into this mess to begin with.
Johnny: Both corners in motion—Lilith distracts Honest Abe, but Snake somehow manages to HURL KRAMPUS INTO THE CORNER again!
Eddie: Doesn’t matter, Johnny. Krampus SHADOW STRIKES him right in the teeth! That superkick nearly took the venom out of Snake’s fangs.
Johnny: But Snake hits a DIVING SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER! He’s not out of this yet!
Johnny: Snake with a sharp ENZUIGIRI! Right to the temple of Krampus!
Eddie: Might’ve rattled him, but demons don’t feel pain the way we do, Johnny. That’s just gonna make him angry.
Johnny: Krampus locking in the EVIL EMBRACE! That cross-arm choke is sunk deep!
Eddie: It’s in tight! You don’t escape that hold. You just rethink your life choices!
Johnny: Leiton Snake is tapping out!! That’s it! Krampus wins this grudge match via submission!
Johnny: What a dominating statement by the Demonic Legion tonight. Krampus proves again why he is a terrifying presence in the NPCW ring.
Eddie: Krampus just reminded the world—and especially Leiton Snake—that when you betray the Legion, you don’t walk away. You crawl… if you’re lucky.
Johnny: Stay tuned, folks—there’s more North Pole Championship Wrestling action coming your way, and things are only getting colder… and crueler!
DEMONIC LEGION DARK RITUALS
[Deep backstage at the Greenland Wrestling Complex. The lighting is sparse, the air heavy with unnatural chill. We fade in on a shadowy corner lit only by flickering crimson candles and the eerie glow of arcane sigils drawn in chalk and blood on the floor. Standing solemnly around the symbols is the dark quartet known as... The Demonic Legion. Krampus, massive and horned, looms at the center. Lilith, seductive and sinister, is crouched near the sigils with a devilish smirk. Jack Frost, pale and menacing, chills the air with his mere presence. Abaddon stands in silence, wreathed in smoke and malice.]
Krampus (deep, growling tone): “Lilith... the package for Wicked Witch. Was it delivered?”
Lilith (smirking wickedly, her eyes gleaming): “Oh yes, Krampus. Delivered... unwrapped... and she turned out very well. Wicked is... very pleased.”
[The entire group chuckles darkly, their laughter echoing unnaturally. Just then, the laughter ceases abruptly as Smooth Samantha approaches cautiously, microphone in hand. The ambient sound distorts for a brief moment as she enters the frame. The sigils flicker. The members of the Legion slowly turn to glare at her.]
Smooth Samantha (nervously professional): “K-Krampus… sorry to interrupt but… after your brutal victory tonight over Leiton Snake, do you have any thoughts heading into Polar Meltdown?”
[Krampus steps forward, eyes burning like coals. He leans into the mic, his voice low and gravelly but venomous.]
Krampus: “Tonight? Tonight proved one thing, Samantha. Heyman's House is built on rotten wood. The Snake Pit aren’t vipers… they’re garter snakes. Soft-bellied. Harmless.”
[The other Legion members erupt in mocking laughter. Abaddon lets out a low, unnatural hiss. Jack Frost exhales frost into the air. Lilith playfully flicks a burning ember from her fingertip into the sigil.]
Krampus (suddenly serious, eyes narrowing): “But Polar Meltdown... that's where the real fun begins. It’ll be Krampus, Abaddon, and Jack Frost... against Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake. A war in the name of one soul...”
[He raises his clawed hand, and the sigils suddenly flare a brilliant red.]
Krampus: “The soul... of Grinch Heyman. Whoever wins, owns his loyalty. His services. His very will. After Polar Meltdown... Heyman will belong to the Legion.”
[The camera zooms in as the eyes of all four Legion members glow a deep hellish red in perfect unison. A thick, otherworldly mist rolls in from behind them, swallowing the floor and swirling around Samantha’s ankles.]
[Samantha stumbles back, suddenly breathless and clearly unnerved.]
Smooth Samantha (backing away): “O-Okay… I—I think that’s enough from the Demonic Legion for now... back to ringside...!”
[As she exits, the mist thickens, completely shrouding the Legion. All that’s left are the faint glows of their eyes—and the disturbing sound of unseen whispers echoing through the mist.]
[Cut to black.]
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we’ve got a match with serious implications for the Queen of the North Title picture! Mrs. Claus is looking to climb back into contention—but standing in her way is one of the most dangerous women in the Queens of Punishment… Crimson Viper, the Queen of Hearts!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny. Mrs. Claus couldn’t climb her way out of a gingerbread house without losing her breath. Meanwhile, Crimson Viper? She’s royalty, she’s ruthless, and she’s got backup in the form of Wonderland’s own lunatic, Mad Hatter!
Louie Linville: “From the heart of the North Pole, the matriarch of merriment and the iron will behind the holiday throne… she is festive fury and yuletide justice rolled into one! This… is 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.]
Louie Linville: “She rules with venom and vengeance… the Queen of Hearts… CRIMSON VIPER!”
[A rising organ plays a twisted lullaby as red mist floods the stage. Crimson Viper slinks out from the fog with a cold, serpentine grace. Her crown gleams crimson under the lights as she glares at the audience like they’re unworthy peasants. The Mad Hatter presents her like royalty before she slides into the ring and strikes a deadly pose in the corner.]
Johnny: There’s the bell—and already Mad Hatter is at ringside causing trouble! He’s jabbering nonsense and—did he just shove Slow-Count Sam?!
Eddie: It’s performance art, Johnny! You wouldn’t understand! That’s Wonderland brilliance on full display. Sam doesn’t know whether to ring the bell or order tea.
Johnny: While Sam’s distracted, Crimson Viper is just circling, letting Hatter do the dirty work. Mrs. Claus trying to stay focused but she’s taking mental damage here from the chaos. And Bernard can only shout from the corner—he can’t get involved!
Johnny: Mrs. Claus grabs hold of Viper—SPREADING CHRISTMAS JOY HUG! That signature squeeze—and the crowd’s behind her! They believe in the holiday heart!
Eddie: Oh give me a break! What kind of move is that?! You wanna spread Christmas cheer? Go hand out fruitcake—not apply a bearhug in the middle of the ring!
Johnny: But Crimson Viper slips free—REGAL REIGN! Arm and leglock cinched in! She’s got it locked tight! The Queen of Hearts is twisting her up like a candy cane!
Eddie: Just look at that control! She’s not just a queen—she’s a tactician! That’s why she belongs in the title conversation, Johnny—not that holly jolly has-been!
Johnny: Mrs. Claus trying to fight—trying to reach for Bernard’s encouraging cheers—but she taps! She taps out!!
Johnny: Crimson Viper makes Mrs. Claus submit in short order! And with Mad Hatter’s madness playing a big role early on, this was more of a mugging than a match!
Eddie: No, Johnny. That was a masterclass. Crimson Viper just turned Mrs. Claus into a gift-wrapped package of regret. You can deck the halls, but you can't beat the Queens of Punishment!
Johnny: With Wicked Witch holding the Queen of the North Title, you have to believe Crimson Viper just moved to the front of the line for a shot. But for Mrs. Claus... it's back to the drawing board.
Eddie: Or back to the cookie factory.
Johnny: Folks, don't go anywhere—more hard-hitting NPCW action coming your way right after this!
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, here we go—Match 7 of the evening, and it’s tag team warfare! The Hunters’ Enclave Elite—Van Helsing and Hansel—look to try and cut down two of the most monstrous forces in NPCW: Kong and Ogre of the Monster’s Bash!
Eddie: Try being the key word there, Johnny. These hunters are about to get hunted. Kong and Ogre are actual monsters. What do Hansel and Van Helsing have? Crossbows and bedtime stories?
Louie Linville: “And now entering the ring… at a combined weight of 435 pounds… forged in the shadows of forgotten wars and bonded by blood and silver… the legends of the Hunt… Van Helsing and Hansel — the HUNTERS’ ENCLAVE ELITE!”
[The arena lights dim as a moody, orchestral rock track with ticking clocks and a heartbeat rhythm begins. A red spotlight beams down on Van Helsing as he steps out in a long leather coat, crossbow slung across his back, scanning the crowd like prey. Hansel follows, hooded, gripping silver stakes and nodding to the fans with quiet intensity. Smoke rolls along the ramp as both stride toward the ring with focused, methodical pacing—hunters on the hunt.]
Louie Linville: “Accompanied to the ring by the twisted genius Dr. Frankenstein… at a combined weight of 730 pounds of raw, engineered destruction… the muscle behind the Monster’s Bash… KONG and 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.]
Johnny: Starting things off is Hansel and Kong—and Hansel connects first with a textbook dropkick! He’s using his speed early!
Eddie: Yeah, and Kong just absorbed it like it was a mosquito bite! BOOM! A SLEDGE HAMMER TO THE CHEST and Hansel goes down like a sack of gingerbread!
Johnny: Kong tags in Ogre and now the monsters are taking turns! Honest Abe might want to keep an eye on how much of this is legal!
Johnny: Double team maneuver now—OGRE’S WRATH! And here comes Kong off the ropes—DIVING HEADBUTT! Hansel is getting leveled!
Eddie: This is beautiful! These two work like a monstrous symphony! And look at Dr. Frankenstein—beaming with pride like he just graduated from mad scientist college!
Johnny: Hansel trying to roll toward his corner—but he’s nowhere near Van Helsing right now! This is starting to get ugly.
Johnny: Another OGRE’S WRATH and now JUNGLE SWING by Kong! Hansel is being rag-dolled like Frankenstein’s old laundry!
Eddie: And he still thinks that dropkick matters! He’s firing one back, but it’s like slapping a brick wall. He’s overmatched, outclassed, and out of luck!
Johnny: Finally the double team ends—but the damage may already be done!
Johnny: Hansel showing signs of life—SPINE CRUSHER! He’s trying to fight back, but Ogre grabs him and tosses him right out of the ring! Kong with the follow-up—SPLASH to the outside!
Eddie: He might have just cracked Hansel like a candy cane! And look at that—Kong with a steel chair! Honest Abe’s back is turned!
Johnny: NO! Kong smashes Hansel with that chair! The referee didn't see it! Hansel is in agony!
Eddie: It’s not cheating if the ref doesn’t catch it, Johnny! It's called strategy—and I love it!
Johnny: Hansel is down outside the ring—the count begins.
1…2…3… He’s not moving.
6…7… Come on, kid!
9…10! He’s counted out!
Johnny: The Monster’s Bash wins it by countout after absolute brutality outside the ring—and now EMTs are rushing to ringside. Hansel’s not getting up on his own.
Eddie: Call a candy doctor, Johnny! This fairy tale just got turned into a horror story. The Monster’s Bash just wrote the final chapter!
Johnny: Van Helsing is down there now, looking over his partner, shouting for help. This is hard to watch. We came here for wrestling—not this.
Eddie: Speak for yourself, Johnny. I came for destruction—and I got my money’s worth! Kong and Ogre just reminded everyone: you mess with monsters, you get mangled.
Johnny: A chilling result here tonight as Hansel is stretchered out of the arena… and the Monster’s Bash stands tall. We’ll be right back.
VAN HELSING'S WORDS TO MONSTER'S BASH
[Immediately following Hansel being stretchered out of the Greenland Wrestling Complex. We fade into a dim, industrial hallway deep backstage. The only light source is a flickering overhead bulb that swings slightly with every passing moment, casting moving shadows along the concrete walls. In the middle of the darkness stands a lone figure — Van Helsing — his long coat soaked in sweat and rage. His head is bowed… until he slowly looks up, his eyes piercing the lens with chilling intent.]
Van Helsing (low and seething, barely contained fury): “They took him from this place... in an ambulance.”
[He takes a slow step forward. Each word is spoken with precision — cold, deliberate. His fists are clenched at his sides, one hand still wrapped in the torn remnants of his gloves from the match.]
Van Helsing: “Hansel... my brother-in-arms… my family… was ambushed, double-teamed, butchered in that ring tonight by Kong and Ogre. And all under the watchful eye of that sadistic puppet master... Dr. Frankenstein.”
[He breathes in deeply through his nose. The air practically crackles with tension.]
Van Helsing: “At Polar Meltdown... I’m not waiting for justice. I’m taking it. I don’t care if it’s two-on-one. I don’t care if they drag every monster out of their cursed lair.”
[His voice rises slightly, but never breaks into a shout — instead it becomes even more dangerous in its restraint.]
Van Helsing: “I want Kong. I want Ogre. Both of them. Together. Bring the beasts. Unleash your horror show. Because I’ll meet you in that ring armed with one thing you’ll never understand…”
[He takes one final step into full light. His face is like stone — but his eyes blaze.]
Van Helsing: “Righteous vengeance.”
[The camera slowly zooms in as his tone drops even lower, nearly a whisper now — the kind that chills the spine.]
Van Helsing: “You hurt Hansel… and now you will learn to fear the wrath… of the Hunters Enclave.”
[He stares directly into the lens, unmoving, unblinking — the flickering light creating a ghostly halo behind his head as the screen slowly fades to black.]
Johnny: This is it, folks—the MAIN EVENT of the evening! The NPCW Champion, the heart and soul of the Reindeer Coalition, Rudolph, goes head-to-head with the unstoppable force of nature, Frankenstein’s Monster! If the Monster wins tonight, he’ll earn a title shot at Polar Meltdown! And he’s got Dr. Frankenstein lurking at ringside.
Eddie: Johnny, just give the belt to the Monster now. He’s bigger, stronger, meaner—and undefeated in sanity. Rudolph couldn’t lead a sleigh team through fog, let alone survive this monster!
Louie Linville: "Making his way to the ring… led by the diabolical genius Dr. Frankenstein... standing over SEVEN FEET TALL and weighing in at THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS of pure, unrelenting terror… he is the ORIGINAL experiment in PAIN… THE ALPHA MONSTER… FRANKENSTEIN’S 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.]
Louie Linville: “Ladies and gentlemen… he lit the way through the storm, and now he leads this entire federation! From the North Pole… your reigning, defending NPCW Champion… RUUUDOLPH… THE RED-NOSED… REINDEER!!”
[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.]
Johnny: And we’re underway! Frankenstein’s Monster hurls Rudolph toward the ropes—but the champ counters! A quick recovery there from the Red-Nosed Warrior!
Eddie: I’ll give him credit—he’s got speed. But that just means he’ll be running faster when he loses!
Johnny: ELBOW DROP from the Monster connects! The ring shook!
Eddie: That’s a continental breakfast for this guy. One elbow, and Rudolph’s wondering what decade it is!
Johnny: CHOKE SLAM! A thunderous slam from Frankenstein’s Monster! Rudolph looks rattled!
Eddie: He’s not rattled—he’s rearranged! Call an elf medic, Johnny!
Johnny: Wait! Rudolph fires back! HEAD RAM TO THE GUT! That glowing nose is a weapon tonight!
Eddie: Yeah, until it gets smashed like a lightbulb on Christmas Eve!
Johnny: Hold on—Dr. Frankenstein is barking orders! That’s not legal strategy, that’s manipulation!
Eddie: It’s called science, Johnny. And it’s working! The Monster is overwhelming the champ again!
Johnny: But Rudolph isn’t done! Another head ram! The Monster takes it—barely flinching!
Eddie: It’s like trying to headbutt a mountain. Keep trying, Rudolph. Maybe he'll blink.
Johnny: Flying dropkick! Rudolph launches himself—and it lands perfectly! The Monster stumbles!
Eddie: That was lucky. He slipped on his own ego. Don’t get too excited!
Johnny: Now both men are slowing down—what a battle of attrition! WAIT—Dr. Frankenstein grabs Rudolph’s leg from the outside!
Eddie: Distraction genius! Roll-up coming!
Johnny: ROLL-UP BY THE MONSTER! 1…2… No! Wait—it’s legal! Abe never saw the interference!
Johnny: Double punches from Rudolph—but another elbow drop from the Monster cuts him off! The champ is running on fumes!
Eddie: Somebody check Rudolph’s battery pack!
Johnny: BACK SMASH! Rudolph tries to dodge, but the Monster levels him with that brutal backbreaker smash!
Eddie: That’s it, Johnny. Wrap it up like a Christmas present—Rudolph is cooked venison!
Johnny: Rudolph’s trying to stay in this—he throws the Monster out of the ring—but the big man won’t go down! Another BACK SMASH from the Monster! That might’ve cracked a rib!
Eddie: Or five! He's going for the cover—YES!
Johnny: ONE... TWO... THREE! It’s over! Frankenstein’s Monster has pinned the NPCW Champion! He’s just earned himself a title match at POLAR MELTDOWN!
Eddie: I told you! I told you from the start! The Monster is the real Alpha in this frozen wasteland! Rudolph can go back to passing out candy canes while the true beast goes for the gold!
Johnny: The champion has fallen tonight—but what a war it was! If this is a preview of Polar Meltdown, we are in for an epic collision! Can Rudolph recover in time to defend his title… or is the Monster’s Era about to begin?
Eddie: Cue the thunder, Johnny. The Monster is coming. And he’s bringing Frankenstein fury with him.
Johnny: That’s it from NPCW tonight, folks—this blizzard’s just getting started!
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
[The closing moments of NPCW Polar Power: Episode 12. The camera slowly pans into a dimly lit locker room somewhere in the depths of the Greenland Wrestling Complex. Cold, exposed stone walls and a single heat lamp hang above a bench where the members of the Snake Pit — Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake — sit in full gear, brooding and battle-worn. Their black combat gear and matching tactical vests gleam with sweat and frustration.]
[Pacing before them with cell phone in hand and an all-knowing grin curling across his green face is Grinch Heyman, the ever-cunning mastermind behind the House of Heyman. His pinstripe suit is pressed to perfection, his red tie straightened to perfection. Despite the tension in the room, he hums a whimsical tune to himself — completely unbothered.]
Leiton Snake (rising from the bench, clenching his jaw): “Boss... I’m not sure about this.”
[Heyman stops mid-step and raises one bushy eyebrow, turning with exaggerated calm.]
Grinch Heyman (grinning): “Not sure about what, dear Leiton? That you gave Krampus everything you had tonight? That the Snake Pit has stood toe-to-toe with demons and monsters week after week? Because I say — you’ve done exactly as I expected.”
Niven Snake (arms crossed, suspicious): “But this match at Polar Meltdown... If they win, they own you. The Demonic Legion. That freak Krampus. That witch Lilith. They’ll have you wrapped around their claws.”
Tobias Snake (growling low): “They’ll own the soul of the House of Heyman. That’s not a match, that’s a damn ritual.”
[Grinch Heyman pauses. The room is silent for a beat. Then… he chuckles. Slowly. Softly. That slick, familiar laugh that makes your skin crawl and mind race.]
Grinch Heyman (walking toward them, cane tapping the floor): “Boys… boys… boys. Think bigger. This is not some infernal contract being signed. This is a spectacle. A distraction. And I assure you — I’m not the one in danger here.”
[He kneels slightly to meet the Snake brothers at eye level, placing a crooked hand on Leiton’s shoulder.]
Grinch Heyman (whispering, with that devious gleam): “The Demonic Legion thinks they’re playing the game… but I built the table. I deal the cards. And you three — you're my aces.”
Leiton Snake (still tense): “So this is still your plan?”
Grinch Heyman (straightening up, arms out wide with theatrical flair): “The only plan! Win or lose, it ends how I want it. And remember, boys — say it with me...”
All Three Snake Brothers (muttering hesitantly): “The House... always wins.”
Grinch Heyman (smirking, eyes twinkling like frost): “Louder.”
All Three Snake Brothers (more assertively): “The House always wins.”
Grinch Heyman (clapping his hands together gleefully): “That’s more like it! Now — go polish your boots, sharpen your venom, and let the Legion think they’ve already won...”
[As the lights flicker slightly and the camera begins to pull back, Heyman turns his back to the camera, speaking one last line into the air — to himself, to the shadows, or maybe even to Krampus.]
Grinch Heyman (quietly): “After all... what’s a soul... compared to stopping the coming darkness?”
[Fade to black. The final sound is the hissing rattle of a serpent echoing faintly in the distance.]
[End of Episode.]
It’s shaping up to be a slobberknocker.
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