Aired - June 21, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
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(Smash cut to a child hugging a raggedy plush Flippers, clearly glued together with hope and felt.)
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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:
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.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
(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
The cameras pan across the sold-out crowd at the newly renovated NPCW Arena, where excitement literally chills the air. Fans are bundled up in winter merch, screaming with anticipation, and waving signs like:
“RUDOLPH REIGNS SUPREME”
“I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE HEART 💘 — ROBIN HOOD 4 LIFE”
“WITCHES DO IT BETTER”
“KRAMPUS CLAWS 4 PRESIDENT”
“HOUSE OF BOMBSHELLS ➡ KA-BOOM!”
“BIG BAD WOLF HUFFS & PUFFS & WINS!”
“MELTDOWN = MAYHEM”
The camera then swings up to show the sleek new SUPER FAN BOXES—two on each wall of the icy coliseum, glowing with ambient frost-light. Super Fans cheer with catered snacks and NPCW foam fingers in luxury. But looming above all is the Commissioner’s Box perched high on the North wall, where a spotlight briefly catches the silhouettes of Commissioner Cratchit and Ebeneezer Scrooge, the latter waving greedily to the masses below with his gold cane.
And of course—THE FLIPPERMANIACS. Not just a section now… they’re everywhere. Penguins in every row, fans donning beak masks and flapping their arms in unison to the chant:
🎶 “FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS!” 🎶
One camera catches a grinning little girl in a DIY Flippers hoodie holding up a sign:
“WE CAME FOR MAYHEM… STAYED FOR FLIPPERS!”
Finally, we zoom in on a blonde-haired fan near ringside, proudly flashing her KA-BOOM shirt and blowing glitter into the air in honor of the Blonde Bombshells.
[ANNOUNCE DESK CAM FEED GOES LIVE]
The camera cuts cleanly to the announce desk ringside.
Sitting in his sharp silver suit with a powder-blue tie is Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, beaming with old-school enthusiasm. To his right, lounging with zero effort but full smugness is The Expert of Elocution, Eddie Ellington, sporting a designer “I Hate Rudolph” T-shirt under a fur-lined leather jacket, sunglasses still on indoors.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, snowfolk of all ages — WELCOME to another icy hot episode of NPCW Polar Power, and our first LIVE broadcast from the newly renovated NPCW Arena! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels, and sitting beside me — as always — is the loudest mouth on the coldest continent, Eddie Ellington!”
Eddie: “Please, Johnny. These people didn’t come here to see you shout into your tie like it’s 1985 — they came to see WRESTLING. And tonight? We’ve got more drama than your Aunt Myrtle’s group chat!”
Johnny: “And it’s all part of the road to POLAR MELTDOWN, just eight days away — but tonight is going to shake the snowglobe early!”
Eddie: “Speaking of shaking — we’ve got Goldie Locks stepping into the ring with that dark storm cloud herself, Morrigan of the Witch’s Coven. Somebody better bring a mirror — ‘cause things are gonna get ugly.”
Johnny: “That’s not all — The Blonde Bombshells, fresh off their tag team hot streak, will face the icy fury of Lady Frost and the shadowy menace of the Dark Duchess in a high-stakes encounter that could shift the tag landscape right before the finals of the North Star Tournament!”
Eddie: “And the Main Event? You kidding me, Johnny? I’ve been dreaming about this. The NPCW Champion Rudolph — with his glowing ego — teams up with that tree-hopping outlaw Robin Hood against two real MONSTERS — the Northern Lights Champion Big Bad Wolf and the walking apocalypse himself, Frankenstein’s Monster. I don’t need a crystal ball to predict chaos!”
Johnny: “It’s the final stretch to Meltdown — tensions are rising, alliances are tested, and one thing’s for sure…”
Both Together: “THIS IS POLAR POWER!”
❄️ [Cue pyro burst from each corner of the ring — and transition into the first segment of the night] ❄️
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
Location: The newly unveiled Commissioner’s Box — North Pole Arena
(Decor: Wood-paneled elegance, snowflake-carved moldings, roaring digital fireplace, and high-end Northic furnishings. The most luxurious box in all of NPCW.)
[Camera cuts from the announce desk to the sweeping reveal of the Commissioner’s Box. Plush, royal-blue drapes part theatrically as the camera pans across the room. The lighting is dim but dignified, the scene tinged with both majesty… and mischief.]
[Cue chamber music fading into the background as the camera focuses on the worn-but-willing face of Commissioner Robert Cratchit, seated behind a massive new desk carved from ancient polar pine. The desk is drowning in papers, contracts, reports, and a very lonely mug of lukewarm cocoa.]
To his right, sunk luxuriously into a velvet wingback chair is Ebeneezer Scrooge, grinning with unearned confidence. He’s sipping sparkling cider from a gold-rimmed goblet and tapping a diamond-tipped cane impatiently.
Reclining on a sofa with perfect posture and a disapproving gaze is Fenwick Grimbough, Director of Rules and Regulations, wrapped in a stiff black three-piece suit with a rulebook visibly bookmarked beside him.
In the shadows behind the curtains…a mysterious figure looms — unmoving, faceless, and unacknowledged.
Cratchit (smiling wearily at the camera):
“Good evening, NPCW Universe… and welcome to Polar Power, LIVE from the grand reopening of the North Pole Arena! Let me first offer a heartfelt thank you to our fans around the world—and especially to those of you who’ve braved the frost to join us in person tonight. Your cheers, your passion, your signs… you are the fuel that keeps this engine running.”
Scrooge (rolling his eyes and waving a dismissive hand):
“Yes, yes, the love and warmth of the fans, blah blah — can we please get on with it before the cocoa turns back into ice?”
Cratchit (frowning, straightening a few papers, and reading aloud with official tone):
“As part of the ongoing efforts to keep NPCW fresh, dynamic, and the premiere wrestling destination on Earth or Pole, the Office of the Commissioner will be conducting a full performance and contract review of the entire roster at the end of this month. Every superstar, manager, and affiliate will be evaluated to determine if NPCW is receiving appropriate value for their services.”
Scrooge (grinning devilishly):
“Oh yes. Value. A word near and dear to my pocketbook.”
(He chuckles, rubbing his hands together like he’s trying to start a fire.)
“Rest assured, our only goal here is to serve our cherished fans. I mean, what could be more fan-friendly than trimming the fat and… replacing it with gold?”
Cratchit (dryly):
“We’re doing this to ensure the highest possible standard of performance and presentation for the audience.”
(He looks straight at the camera, eyes subtly pleading.)
“And to maintain fairness. For everyone.”
Grimbough (clears throat pompously):
“This is not a purge. It is a recalibration of excellence. Wrestlers will be assessed on wins, crowd response, rule adherence…”
(He cuts a stern look to the left, where the shadows deepen.)
“…and the moral compass they bring to the ring.”
Scrooge (slyly):
“Moral compass? Oh please, Fenwick, I lost mine in ‘82 and never missed it! But back to business — if you’re out there on the NPCW payroll and you’re not pulling your weight? Heh… consider this your early Christmas warning.”
(He leans toward the camera, flashing a toothy, fake-friendly grin.)
“Your contract may be frozen by more than the weather…”
Cratchit (sighing, shuffling the papers back into a disorderly pile):
“We will have more updates next week, and we ask all NPCW talent to be prepared to meet with the review panel. In the meantime—enjoy the show… and may the best wrestlers shine.”
Scrooge (raising his goblet):
“To the fans. And to profit.”
(He toasts toward the camera, then downs it in one gulp.)
[As the camera zooms out, a flicker of movement comes from the shadows, and for a split second… the mysterious figure appears to lean forward. Just enough to let us know: they’re watching.]
Fade to black with eerie violin sting.
Cue transition into next segment.
[Opening moments as the bell rings]
Johnny: We are LIVE from the NPCW Arena and kicking things off tonight—OH BABY—is a rematch the Flippermaniacs have been waiting for! The Misfits of Mayhem looking for redemption after falling to the Amigos last month!
Eddie: Redemption? Johnny, the only thing those two rejects are gonna redeem is a coupon for “One Free Humiliation.” The Amigos are hotter than hot cocoa in July, and Madman Mason's brain is icier than the ring ropes!
[Madman Mason starts hot with a vertical suplex, then a belly-to-belly—but Amigo 3 tags out!]
Johnny: HUGE overhead belly-to-belly from Mason! He’s throwing Amigos like he’s tossing logs on a fire!
Eddie: Sure, but Amigo 3 wisely tags out before his spine gets zip-coded. Here comes Amigo 2—and unlike Mason, he actually remembers to tag when it counts!
[Amigo 2 fights back but struggles after a distraction from Flippers!]
Johnny: German suplex attempt—but wait! What's this? ACE MACDOUGAL’S ON THE APRON—and so is Flippers! That baby penguin is waving a tiny Misfits flag!
Eddie: Are you kidding me?! Someone arrest that penguin! That’s emotional manipulation! He blinked those adorable baby eyes and now Amigo 2's rattled!
Johnny: And Mason capitalizes with another vertical suplex! The Flippermaniacs are loving this!
[Tag to Negropolis and the Misfits unleash brutal double team offense]
Johnny: HERE COMES NEGROPOLIS! And we’ve got DOOM descending like a winter storm! SNAP SUPLEX from Negropolis—POWER BOMB by Mason!
Eddie: OH COME ON! Honest Abe, are you gonna let this double-decker dumpster fire run wild?! That was practically a felony!
Johnny: Amigo 2’s in bad shape, and he’s desperately crawling—YES! He tags out to Amigo 3!
[Negropolis hits a Doom Bomb for a near fall!]
Johnny: DOOM BOMB! Negropolis covers—ONE! TWO—NO!! Amigo 3 kicks out at two and a half!
Eddie: Whew. My heart can’t take another upset like last month. And speaking of hearts, that penguin’s still bouncing around like a sugar cube in a snow globe.
[Flippers distracts again! The Amigos are reeling!]
Johnny: Ace MacDougal’s back at it—he’s holding Flippers up and... IS FLIPPERS DANCING?
Eddie: What is this?! Dance Dance Revolution: Penguin Edition?! This is a wrestling match, not a kiddie cartoon! Amigo 3 is practically hypnotized!
Johnny: Negropolis tags back out—Madman Mason with a SHORT CLOTHESLINE! And here comes Negropolis again with a flying elbow!
[Momentum shifts back and forth, but the Misfits keep the heat on]
Johnny: Amigo 3 showing heart with that headlock takedown, but Negropolis shrugs it off like frost on his cape!
Eddie: I gotta admit, these Misfits are more coordinated than usual. That worries me, Johnny. It’s like Frankenstein and Dracula took a team-building seminar.
[More brutal double teams from the Misfits]
Johnny: Back-to-back double teaming! Belly-to-back suplex by Mason—Flying Elbow by Negropolis!
Eddie: Honest Abe’s counting like he’s trying to remember his locker combination. This is a mugging!
Johnny: Now a THRUST KICK from Negropolis—Amigo 3 is in dire straits!
[Another powerbomb and a pin attempt!]
Johnny: POWERBOMB! Mason with the cover! ONE!—NO! Amigo 3 kicks out again!
Eddie: This guy’s got more lives than that penguin has squeaks. And speaking of which, WHERE IS FLIPPERS NOW?
Johnny: He’s sliding across the announce table! Look at him go!
[Amigos rally with double team offense!]
Johnny: LOOK OUT—Amigo 3 tags in Amigo 2 and we’ve got synchronized offense! FRONT CRADLE and FLYING HEADSCISSORS!
Eddie: That’s lucha teamwork, baby! These two are like salsa and chips—you just can't stop once they get going!
[The Misfits hit more double-team maneuvers but the Amigos keep hanging on]
Johnny: Psychotic Break from Mason! That one shook the rafters! But wait—Amigo 3 with a HIPTOSS!
Eddie: He tossed Mason like a holiday fruitcake! And Negropolis just stood there like a confused statue!
Johnny: Amigos answer back—knees and elbows from both Amigo 3 and Amigo 2!
Johnny: Welcome back folks! We’re in the thick of it now—28 minutes in and things are getting downright personal! Amigo 3’s got Madman Mason in a headlock—wait—HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN! Mason gets planted!
Eddie: That’s how you take down a lunatic, Johnny! You don’t out-crazy him—you out-technique him. Amigo 3 might not be flashy, but he’s surgical when it counts.
Johnny: Tag made—Amigo 2 now the legal man for the Amigos! But Mason’s back on the attack—PSYCHOTIC BREAK! Good night!
Eddie: Come on, Amigo 2! Don’t let this bath-salt barbarian get the better of you!
Johnny: He’s going for the cover! ONE—No! Amigo 2 kicks out just in time! This match stays alive!
Eddie: A lesser man would’ve stayed down. That’s why these are The Amigos, Johnny! Guts, glory, and no impulse control.
Johnny: We’re at the 30-minute mark and it’s chaos—DOUBLE TEAM attempt from the Amigos, but Mason reverses it! He just tossed both men like sacks of Christmas coal!
Eddie: How does this guy still have gas in the tank? Did Dr. Frankenstein give him backup batteries?
Johnny: Here comes Negropolis—DOUBLE TEAM TIME for the Misfits now! PSYCHOTIC BREAK by Mason! THRUST KICK by Negropolis! They’re carving up Amigo 2 like a holiday ham!
Eddie: That’s illegal in at least four provinces! Ref, do your job!
Johnny: Back to one-on-one—Amigo 2 trying to rally—DROPKICK KNEE! Right to Mason’s jaw! That’ll shut down the engine for a second!
Eddie: That’s it! You give that freakshow whiplash! Amigo 2’s fighting like he owes him money!
Johnny: Hold everything! EVERYONE’S IN THE RING! It’s an all-out war in minute 33! POWER BOMB by Mason! DOOM BOMB from Negropolis! Flying Headscissors by Amigo 2! BODYSLAM by Amigo 3!
Eddie: This isn’t a match anymore—it’s a demolition derby! I LOVE IT!
Johnny: Somehow—someway—Mason’s still going! He just leveled Amigo 2 with a FOREARM SMASH! Ace MacDougal from ringside pointing something out to the ref—wait—Amigo 2 tries to retaliate but whiffs completely!
Eddie: What’s MacDougal doing? This isn’t NPCW’s Got Talent—get him outta here!
Johnny: Mason’s got him hooked—PIN ATTEMPT! One! Two—NO! Amigo 3 with the clutch save!!
Eddie: Whew! I nearly fainted. We’re not letting some chain-swinging lunatic steal this from the classiest tag team in the business.
Johnny: More double-teaming from the Amigos—wait—Mason neutralizes them both! GERMAN SUPLEX! That’s raw strength!
Eddie: Someone stop this man! Where’s security? Where’s tranquilizers!?
Johnny: We’re deep into the 36th minute—Ace MacDougal is causing more trouble at ringside—Flippers distracts the ref! Amigo 2 gets rattled!
Eddie: That penguin is a menace! Who trained that thing—CIA?
Johnny: Madman Mason with ANOTHER PSYCHOTIC BREAK! Amigo 2 can’t block it! Pin attempt! ONE—No! Kick out again!
Eddie: Just stay down! You already owe your chiropractor a vacation!
Johnny: Minute 38 and here it comes—OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Mason flings Amigo 2 halfway across the ring!
Eddie: No—NO—he’s going for it again?!
Johnny: He’s down! PIN ATTEMPT—ONE… TWO… THREE!!! It’s OVER!!! MADMAN MASON GETS THE WIN!!!
Eddie: NOOOOOOOO! That madman just ruined the best-dressed team in NPCW! I blame Flippers! I blame the ref! I blame society!
Johnny: What a battle! Madman Mason survives a nonstop barrage and gets the win for The Misfits with a devastating overhead suplex! What a finish!
Eddie: This is a travesty! I'm going to need a neck brace just from watching that!
Johnny: Don’t go anywhere, folks—Smooth Samantha is joining the Misfits in the ring for an interview!
MISFITS INTERVIEW
Live from the ring post-match, following the Misfits of Mayhem’s victory over the Amigos.
(CAMERA cuts to the ring where the MISFITS OF MAYHEM are standing in triumph. MADMAN MASON is pacing in manic circles, wide-eyed and breathing heavy, occasionally stopping to scoop up FLIPPERS and cradle him like a baby. NEGROPOLIS stands stoic and statuesque, arms crossed, skull mask glinting under the lights. FLIPPERS—tiny penguin mascot with a mischievous face—is as cute as ever, except when anyone says “Polar Bears,” at which point he scowls adorably. Enter SMOOTH SAMANTHA, mic in hand, calm and poised.)
Smooth Samantha:
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here in the ring with the unpredictable, uncontainable, and undeniably victorious Misfits of Mayhem!
(Audience cheers and a few nervous laughs as Mason lets out a wild "WAAAHAAAHAA!" and spins in place before dropping to his knees to whisper to Flippers.)
Ace MacDougall, you and your team just survived a war against the Amigos—and now you’ve got your sights set on the NPCW Tag Team Championships at Polar Meltdown! You’ll be facing the reigning champs—The Polar Bears!
(Flippers immediately frowns, scrunching up his little beak and trying to look fearsome. It’s less terrifying and more like an angry plushie.)
Ace MacDougall (grinning ear to ear, mic in hand):
Ah, Samantha, it’s a beautiful day for madness, isn’t it? The Amigos? Brave lads—but let’s be honest. Going toe-to-toe with us is like flying into a hurricane wearing swim trunks and a smile. You might look confident at the start, but by the end? You’re flappin’ in the breeze, beggin’ for your mum!
(Mason hoots and hugs Flippers upside-down, then twirls him like a football before rocking him back and forth lovingly.)
Ace (continuing):
And now—ah yes—the main course... the so-called kings of the tundra... the majestic, meat-headed Polar Bears!
(FLIPPERS snarls adorably. The crowd laughs. Negropolis doesn’t move.)
Smooth Samantha (with a smile):
This is a huge opportunity, Ace. The Polar Bears have held the NPCW Tag Team Championships for nearly a year. What makes you so confident that you can take them down?
(Mason suddenly leaps up and starts pretending to claw invisible bears while growling. He then climbs the ropes and just stares at the crowd. FLIPPERS watches and mimics him, lifting his tiny wings like a warrior.)
Ace:
What makes me confident, Samantha? The same thing that made me fly a flaming seaplane through a thunderstorm just to deliver Christmas presents to a moose sanctuary in ‘84—I believe in the impossible. And more importantly—I’ve got these two beasts behind me.
*Madman Mason? He doesn’t sleep. He just blinks one eye at a time. He wrestles bears for fun. He eats cereal with orange juice. He once chewed through the ring ropes because they looked “tense.”
Negropolis? He hasn’t spoken since 1998, and when he did, the sound guy quit and became a monk. He’s got more darkness in his pinky toe than the Polar Bears have in their entire bloodline.*
And Flippers?
(Flippers puffs up, tries to look intimidating again. The crowd coos.)
He may be cute, but when he looks at those Polar Bears? That ain’t a stare—it’s a warning. You ever seen a penguin plot revenge? You're lookin’ at one now.
(FLIPPERS stomps his tiny foot. It squeaks.)
Smooth Samantha:
That was... colorful, Ace. Any final message for the champs ahead of Polar Meltdown?
Ace (pointing to camera with a smirk):
Oh Polar Bears... I hope you’re wearin’ your long johns—because the Misfits of Mayhem are blowin’ in like a blizzard of broken dreams and flying suplexes! And if you’re not ready to hibernate permanently, I’d start running now. Mason’s got your scent. And Flippers? He’s got your number.
(Mason cackles and starts gnawing on the turnbuckle. Negropolis still unmoving. Flippers sticks his tongue out and flexes a flipper—again, more precious than threatening.)
Smooth Samantha (stepping back cautiously):
There you have it, folks—madness, menace, and... a penguin with a grudge. The Misfits of Mayhem are heading to Polar Meltdown, and the Polar Bears better brace for impact!
(Cut to crowd shot as Mason starts chasing Flippers in circles while Negropolis just silently turns and walks up the ramp alone. Ace waves to the fans like a proud uncle.)
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! It’s time for our second bout of the night, and oh baby, this one’s got heat! The Blonde Bombshells—Alice and Dorothy—are squaring off against the ice-cold enforcers of the Queens of Punishment: Lady Frost and the Dark Duchess, with that nefarious Mad Hatter lurking at ringside!
Eddie: Let’s call them what they are, Johnny—hopelessly overmatched. Lady Frost and the Duchess aren’t just royalty—they’re wrestling royalty. Meanwhile, Dorothy and Alice look like they’re on break from a cosplay convention.
Johnny: All four women in the ring now, and it's chaos! Alice with the Tilt-a-Whirl Small Package! Dorothy follows up with a splash!
Eddie: And the Queens say “that’s cute,” then return the favor—Dark Duchess with a Hurricanrana, and Lady Frost planting Alice with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster! That’s teamwork with teeth, Johnny!
Johnny: Alice charges with a forearm smash—wait! Duchess turns it around and sends her flipping with a Hurricanrana!
Eddie: That’s why she’s the Duchess. She doesn’t get hit—she reigns. But look at this—Alice battles back with an Over-the-Shoulder Armdrag! She’s not just tea parties and crumpets after all.
Johnny: And here we go again—everyone in the ring! Dorothy drops an Emerald City Elbow, Alice with another Small Package!
Eddie: But the Queens aren't letting up—Duchess lights up Dorothy with chops, and Lady Frost’s got that Figure-Four Necklock cinched in like a winter scarf from hell!
Johnny: Lady Frost and Duchess double-teaming Alice now—Headscissors Facebusters! Camel Clutch!
Eddie: This is tag team poetry, Johnny. And Alice is the punctuation mark getting SMASHED between the verses.
Johnny: Not so fast—Alice nails a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! She’s still got gas in the tank!
Johnny: Lady Frost backpack stunner! She’s going for the pin! ONE...TWO—NO! Alice kicks out and tags Dorothy!
Eddie: Should’ve stayed down! Now Dorothy’s in—and she eats a Knife Edge Chop for lunch. Welcome to the Queens’ Court, sweetheart.
Johnny: The Queens go for another double-team—but Alice neutralizes it somehow! That’s resilience!
Eddie: It’s not resilience, it’s luck. Even a broken clock wins a wristwatch once in a while.
Johnny: Dorothy eats a Swinging Neckbreaker, but she kicks out—and now Dorothy’s firing back! Spinebuster! Kansas Cyclone! The tide might be turning!
Eddie: No, no, no! Someone get Lady Frost back in—this is turning into a storybook ending, and I hate fiction!
Johnny: Alice with Wonderland’s End! Pin attempt! ONE...TWO—Lady Frost saves it!
Eddie: That’s what royalty does—they protect their own! Unlike Dorothy who’s busy spinning like a tornado on a sugar rush!
Johnny: And look at that! Dorothy and Alice now on the offensive again with double-team moves—but Duchess REVERSES! Camel Clutch! The Duchess is relentless!
Johnny: Bombshells double-teaming again—Bulldog! Moonsault! But the Duchess somehow hangs on!
Eddie: She's tougher than royal taxes! Even with Alice trying to moonsault her into the snowdrifts!
Johnny: Duchess rolls outside—wait, count's on! She makes it back at two! Dorothy and Alice pressing hard!
Johnny: Duchess hits those chops again—but here comes Dorothy! KANSAS CYCLONE!
Eddie: NO! NO!
Johnny: She hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Eddie: Somebody wake me up from this glittery nightmare!
Johnny: Dorothy pins Dark Duchess after the Kansas Cyclone! The Blonde Bombshells just scored a major win here at Polar Meltdown!
Eddie: Ugh! This is highway robbery in ruby slippers! The Queens deserved better! Someone get the Mad Hatter a lawyer!
Johnny: Too late for appeals, Eddie—this one’s in the books! And what a battle it was! Don’t go anywhere, folks—Polar Meltdown rolls on!
Johnny: Welcome back to NPCW action, folks! This is Match 3 of the night and it’s a big one—Jolly Green, the towering titan of cheer, going one-on-one with the ominous enforcer of the Broken Crown—The Black Knight!
Eddie: Big? Johnny, this guy’s a lumbering salad bar with legs! If brains were biceps, Jolly would be a paper cutout!
Johnny: And we’re off! Jolly Green wasting no time—SMASH WITH THE KNEE—right to Black Knight’s face!
Eddie: Jolly's knees are so big, I’m surprised they don’t orbit the sun! But look at that—Rolling Clothesline from the Knight! That’s finesse, baby!
Johnny: Both men now testing each other’s limits—dueling Powerbombs! Two freight trains on a collision course!
Eddie: Except one of them’s hauling pure muscle and the other’s dragging around a fruitcake!
Johnny: Big Cradle Slam from Jolly! He’s building momentum!
Eddie: That move should be illegal. It offends gravity!
Johnny: Jolly attempts a Backbreaker, but Black Knight just shrugs it off—what resilience!
Eddie: That’s not resilience—that’s preparation! You think you wear that much armor and don’t plan for a guy trying to fold your spine?
Johnny: Jolly smashes the knee again! Black Knight’s staggering!
Eddie: He’s not staggering, he’s luring him in like a chess master! You wouldn’t understand, Johnny—requires thinking.
Johnny: Jolly lands a solid Backbreaker, but Black Knight with a German Suplex in return! This one’s turning into a battle of the brutes!
Eddie: Hey, give the devil his due—Jolly’s hanging in there. Probably because he thinks this is a buffet line!
Johnny: Now it’s Black Knight with a huge Powerbomb, and Jolly just eats it like it’s a breakfast burrito!
Eddie: A burrito might fight back harder, honestly.
Johnny: Another Cradle Slam by Jolly! Black Knight just can’t seem to stop that move!
Eddie: Can’t or won’t? Maybe he’s letting the big oaf tire himself out before the REAL punishment begins.
Johnny: More back and forth! A Backbreaker from Jolly and a German Suplex again from the Knight!
Eddie: I’m getting dizzy just watching this... or maybe it's all the logic leaving the ring when Jolly Green enters.
Johnny: Black Knight hits a Superkick! Right on the button!
Eddie: If Jolly had any teeth left, they’d be halfway to the candy cane concession stand!
Johnny: Whoa! Jolly hits the Belly Laugh Slam! But wait—Black Knight kips up and hits a Frankensteiner! What agility!
Eddie: That’s what royalty looks like, Johnny. Not some Shrek stunt double doing party tricks.
Johnny: German Suplex from the Knight—again! He’s going back to the well, and it’s working!
Eddie: At this point, Jolly’s probably thinking of dipping himself in eggnog and calling it a night.
Johnny: Powerbomb from Jolly! And again, a German Suplex by Black Knight in response! These two are not letting up!
Eddie: This match has more suplexes than a snowman has nightmares!
Johnny: PILEDRIVER! Jolly just planted him!
Eddie: That was dirtier than Santa’s naughty list! Come on, ref!
Johnny: Pin attempt—1... 2... kickout! Black Knight survives!
Johnny: And now another Belly Laugh Slam! Black Knight is down again!
Eddie: Not again! Someone call Camelot, we’re losing nobility here!
Johnny: Another cover—1... 2... KICKOUT AGAIN! Black Knight somehow still in it!
Johnny: Black Knight tries to go aerial—ASAI MOONSAULT INTO A DDT—NO! Reversed by Jolly Green!
Eddie: Oh no...
Johnny: BEARHUG! He’s got him locked in! Black Knight is flailing!
Eddie: Not like this! Someone hand him a broadsword! A torch! A SOMETHING!
Johnny: Black Knight taps out! HE TAPS OUT! Jolly Green wins it with the Bearhug!!
Johnny: What a win for Jolly Green! He’s sending a loud, jolly message to Sandman ahead of their First Blood showdown at Polar Meltdown!
Eddie: That was a fluke, Johnny. An ugly, sweaty, vegetable-based fluke. This isn’t over! Sandman’s gonna put Jolly’s lights out, and hang that Christmas tree out to dry!
Johnny: You can bet Sandman is watching this closely—but tonight, the big man gets the last laugh! More NPCW after this!
JOLLY GREEN INTERVIEW
Scene: The camera cuts to the backstage interview area. NPCW’s gleaming polar logo rotates slowly behind a branded backdrop. Smooth Samantha, radiant and poised in a crimson coat, stands with microphone in hand. Standing beside her, looming like legends carved from a northern forest, are the towering tag team of Jolly Green and Paul Bunyan.
Smooth Samantha: [Brightly smiling at the camera]
Ladies and gentlemen, what a seismic showdown we just witnessed! Jolly Green has defeated Black Knight in a grueling war of strength and resolve—but tonight, the match was more than just a contest. It was a message. And standing beside me now is the man who delivered it loud and clear. Jolly Green—Paul Bunyan—thank you for joining me.
Jolly Green steps forward. The usual warmth in his eyes is gone. His breath is heavy, his knuckles taped and reddened. His evergreen beard bristles with barely-contained intensity. Paul Bunyan, stoic beside him, rests his massive arms like logs across his chest, saying nothing—just staring with glacial focus.
Jolly Green: [Deep voice, controlled but seething]
Samantha… what you saw out there wasn’t just a match. That was a preview. A message… carved into the bones of the Black Knight and sent special delivery to Sandman.
Since March, that monster’s been lurking in my shadows… attacking me from behind… playing his little mind games. He tried to unravel me. Twist me up inside. Drag me down into his nightmare.
But guess what? I didn’t break. I got focused. I got angry. And I got ready.
Smooth Samantha: [Slightly taken aback by his intensity]
You’ve never looked more determined, Jolly. What do you want Sandman to take away from what happened out there tonight?
Jolly Green:
I hope he was watching. I hope he saw what I just did to his partner. Because on June 29th, at Polar Meltdown, the games end.
No more riddles. No more fog. No more tricks.
I’m gonna make him bleed.
His blood’s gonna pour like sand from an hourglass… slow at first… then faster… until time runs out. And when it does—he won’t be walking out. He won’t be crawling.
He’ll be sleeping.
Forever.
Because I’m not just bringing pain—I’m bringing judgment.
Paul Bunyan: [Quietly, but with steel in his tone]
And once it’s done… the nightmare ends.
Smooth Samantha: [Turning back to the camera, nodding solemnly]
You heard it here—Jolly Green, a man possessed with purpose. On June 29th, it won’t just be First Blood—it may be Sandman’s last stand.
Stay with us—more NPCW still to come!
Johnny: Wait a second—Wicked Witch is grabbing the mic from Louie Linville! What’s this about?
Eddie: Oh ho ho! Now this is how you make an entrance. Listen up, Michaels, you're about to witness greatness.
Wicked Witch (on mic):
“Oh Miss Goldie, my dearie... what a time you’ve been having. Losses and injuries…” (cackles) “…have taken their toll, haven’t they? You must be wondering if you're truly worthy of being in that ring anymore.”
Goldie stops outside the ring. A frown creases her face. Dorothy and Alice appear behind her, eyes wide, watching both Goldie and the Coven closely.
Wicked Witch:
“I feel so terribly bad for you, dearie…” (another cackle) “So I want to make you a special offer.”
Johnny: I don’t like this, Eddie. This has trap written all over it.
Eddie: Oh come on, Johnny! She’s being generous! Like a Halloween fairy godmother!
Wicked Witch:
“Tonight you face the Celtic sorceress herself—Morrigan. No small task. So let’s make it interesting, hmm?”
Goldie lifts an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.
Wicked Witch:
“If you defeat Morrigan, I’ll personally add you to the Queen of the North title match at Polar Meltdown. It’ll be me, Mrs. Claus, and you, all fighting for my precious crown!”
Crowd explodes into cheers! Goldie’s eyes flicker with hope—then suspicion.
Wicked Witch:
“BUT…” (she leans in, a sick grin widening) “…if you lose… you must retire. Hang up those pretty little boots. Forever. No more NPCW. No more curtain calls. No more comebacks.”
The Coven erupts into synchronized cackles behind her.
Johnny: That’s sick! She’s trying to end Goldie’s career before Polar Meltdown even begins!
Eddie: It’s called raising the stakes, Michaels! She’s offering Goldie a shortcut to the top. If she can’t take the heat, she should head back to Grandma’s porch swing.
Dorothy and Alice rush to Goldie, pleading with her. Goldie listens… but the crowd starts chanting:
Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
Goldie climbs into the ring, takes the mic from Wicked Witch, and turns to the fans with a gleam in her eye.
Goldie Locks:
“You’re ON… KA-BOOM!”
The fans erupt! Honest Abe waves for the bell, and the match is underway!
BELL RINGS
Johnny: And here we go! This could be the biggest match of Goldie Locks’ career!
Eddie: Or the last one, Johnny. Let’s not forget the stakes here. One little slip and it’s game over for Glitter Barbie.
Johnny: Goldie opens strong with a beautiful handspring back elbow smash—but Morrigan answers with those lightning fast roundhouse kicks!
Eddie: That’s pure Celtic fury right there! Goldie’s stuck in a shampoo commercial while Morrigan’s landing strikes like a medieval assassin!
Johnny: Goldie recovers with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors—and now a double wrist clutch pin attempt! She’s throwing everything she’s got!
Eddie: I’ll give Goldie this—she’s scrappy. But I’ve seen paper dolls with more staying power than her.
Johnny: Wait! Goldie just locked in the Lock Breaker—and Morrigan’s in trouble!
Eddie: Trouble? Don’t forget the Coven! And speak of the devils—Wicked Willow is on the apron!
Johnny: Oh come on! Ref Honest Abe is distracted—Grizelda just threw some kind of hex dust!
Eddie: That’s called magical encouragement!
Johnny: Morrigan capitalizes with a brutal inverted DDT! Goldie’s down—but wait! She kicks out at two!
Eddie: Why?! She could be sipping cocoa in retirement right now!
Johnny: Goldie fights back—another headscissors! She’s building momentum, folks! But Morrigan nails another inverted DDT. Goldie’s hurt!
Eddie: She should’ve taken that offer for bingo night in Boca. This is a mistake!
Johnny: Both women go for broke! Goldie hits the Lock Breaker again—she’s wrenching back!
Eddie: No! Don’t you dare tap, Morrigan! You’re a witch, not a wimp!
Johnny: SHE TAPS! MORRIGAN TAPS OUT! GOLDIE LOCKS WINS! SHE’S GOING TO POLAR MELTDOWN!
Eddie: This is a tragedy! A mockery! Somebody call a coven lawyer!
Goldie collapses to her knees, overwhelmed, as Dorothy and Alice rush the ring. The Coven retreats up the ramp in shock and disgust. Wicked Witch is furious—screaming and cackling curses, while pointing at Goldie, mouthing “This isn’t over!”
Johnny: It’s official! Goldie Locks is back in the Queen of the North title match! At Polar Meltdown, it’ll be a Triple Threat Showdown for the crown—Mrs. Claus vs. Wicked Witch vs. Goldie Locks!
Eddie: The only meltdown I see coming is Wicked Witch’s blood pressure! This is an injustice of fairy tale proportions!
Johnny: NPCW rolls on—and the Bombshell just blew the roof off the North Pole Arena! KA-BOOM!!
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! It's time for our fifth bout of the night, and this one’s set to be an all-out war — Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack takes on Mina Harker of the Hunters’ Enclave! You can feel the tension in the air!
Eddie: You can smell it too, Johnny — smells like blood, fur, and poor decision-making. Mina Harker’s already acting like she forgot which show she’s on. Someone check if she’s been hanging out in the garlic fields too long.
Johnny: That’s uncalled for, Eddie. But you’re right about the tension — Mina looks… distracted. Conflicted, even. There’s something going on in that head of hers tonight.
Eddie: She’s cracking, Johnny. Cracking like a frozen pipe in a cheap rental. Meanwhile, Moonshadow looks cool, calm, and ravenous — the Wolf Pack's out in full force, and business is about to howl!
Johnny: Here we go! Both women come out firing — Moonshadow with a LUNAR LARIAT and Mina counters with a TORNADO DDT! Fast and furious already!
Eddie: Yeah, and Moonshadow bounced back up like it was Tuesday brunch. Mina's looking aggressive but scattered — like she’s fighting ghosts in her own head.
Johnny: Mina hitting hard with that swinging neckbreaker and a diving crossbody to the floor! She’s racking up offense, but Moonshadow’s resilience is second to none!
Eddie: Let’s not forget, the Wolf Pack slipped in a little foreign object work there — classic team effort. It’s not cheating, Johnny. It’s… creative bonding.
Johnny: Honest Abe might’ve missed it, but Moonshadow certainly didn’t waste the assist!
Johnny: Moonshadow locking in the Lycan Lock — that dragon sleeper is vicious!
Eddie: That’s what I call full moon excellence! She’s draining the life right out of Mina — someone get a silver stake ready!
Johnny: But Mina’s not done yet! She counters with a hurricanrana, and goes for a pin — ONE!
Eddie: She’s dreaming if she thought that’d hold Moonshadow. She kicks out like a beast outta bedtime!
Johnny: Back and forth action! Moonshadow hits a neckbreaker, Mina answers with a shining wizard! These two are laying it all on the line!
Eddie: Moonshadow straps in the sleeperhold again! This girl's got more holds than an elf with too much twine. But Mina won’t tap — stubborn and clearly unstable.
Johnny: Instability or not, Mina’s still striking with those tornado DDTs! That move’s been her bread and butter all night!
Johnny: The pace is unrelenting! Moonshadow with another sleeperhold — how much more can Mina take?
Eddie: She’s gonna pass out or flip out, whichever comes first. I’d put my money on “flip.”
Johnny: Wait — swinging neckbreaker from Mina! But she can’t capitalize — Moonshadow’s already back on her feet!
Johnny: Double attack from the Wolf Pack! Honest Abe didn’t see a thing!
Eddie: That’s teamwork, Johnny. You can’t teach that kind of loyalty — only grow it under a full moon!
Johnny: Moonshadow with the flying kneedrop — here’s the pin! ONE... TWO—NO!
Eddie: Mina’s hanging on by sheer weirdness at this point.
Johnny: It’s down to this! Moonshadow hits the neckbreaker! She hooks the leg!
Crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE!!!
Johnny: That’s it! It’s over! Moonshadow scores a hard-fought victory over a clearly conflicted Mina Harker!
Eddie: That was a howl-worthy win, Johnny. Mina needs less soul-searching and more soul-wrestling if she wants to keep up. She was lucky to last this long.
Johnny: A fierce battle — but questions still loom over Mina’s mental state. Something is definitely eating at her.
Eddie: Yeah. It's called defeat, Johnny. That, and maybe a guilty conscience — if she even has one.
Johnny: Either way, Moonshadow stands tall tonight as the Wolf Pack celebrates ringside. Stay tuned, NPCW fans — the action only gets wilder from here!
BIG BAD WOLF PROMO
[Scene opens backstage after the commercial break. The camera fades into the Wolf Pack’s dressing room. The lighting is low, shadows flickering against the cement walls. The HOWLERS stand menacingly in the background, arms crossed and eyes locked on the camera, ever-watchful. MOONSHADOW and MOON SILVER flank the bench where the Northern Lights Champion, BIG BAD WOLF, sits, calm and coiled like a predator at rest. The glint of the silver championship belt lies beside him. He finishes taping his fists and slowly lifts his head, a wicked grin curling under his scruffy beard.]
BIG BAD WOLF (calm, oozing menace):
“Ey, yo... NPCW Universe...”
(He flashes his toothy smirk.)
“Next week... at Polar Meltdown... Robin Hood, you step into my world. You come knockin’ on the door of the Wolf’s Den... and brother, I invite you in.”
(He stands, rolling his shoulders, the belt gleaming in the dim light.)
BIG BAD WOLF:
“But understand this, little thief — this ain’t no fairy tale. You won’t be stealin’ nothin’... not my belt, not my pride, not my territory. You see, next week... this ain’t just another match.”
“No, chico... this is the penultimate chapter in our war — the moment where the real predator shows his fangs. Where the Alpha Wolf... shows just how cruel nature can be.”
(He walks slowly toward the camera, the Howlers shifting behind him like wolves in the mist.)
BIG BAD WOLF:
“You talk about justice. About giving to the poor, fighting for the little guy... but in the Den, there ain’t no charity. There’s only pain. Only punishment. And next week... Robin... I’m gonna show you the true meaning of ferocity.”
(He points a taped finger at the lens.)
BIG BAD WOLF:
“You’ll beg. You’ll scream. You’ll cry out for your Merry Men — but by then, they’ll be busy. Busy gettin’ hunted... by my pack.”
(Moonshadow cracks her knuckles. Moon Silver bares her teeth in a snarl. The Howlers begin to circle slowly, a low growl building beneath the surface.)
BIG BAD WOLF (growling, low and deliberate):
“And when I’ve chewed through every ounce of fight in your body... when your spirit’s snapped like a brittle bone in winter... you’ll gladly say the words that will echo through the Great White North…”
(He steps forward, whispering coldly into the mic.)
“I… QUIT.”
(He slowly slings the title over his shoulder and turns to his pack. With a snap of his fingers, they all tilt their heads back and unleash a unified, haunting howl that fills the room and rattles the screen.)
[CAMERA FADES TO BLACK as the howl echoes.]
[Cameras return ringside as the bell rings]
Johnny:
Ladies and gentlemen, we are back live and this one’s already heating up — Sandman squaring off with Frosty the Snow Brawler! The bell has rung, and this contest is underway!
Eddie:
I hope Frosty remembered to pack his mittens, Johnny. He’s about to get burned by the Sandman!
Johnny:
Look at this! Frosty comes in hot with a FROZEN FIST! Right to the jaw of Sandman!
Eddie:
And Sandman just shrugged it off, Johnny! BOOM — Go To Sleep! That snowball just melted!
Johnny:
Frosty with a belly-to-belly suplex — the FROSTBITE SUPLEX! He’s picking up steam!
Eddie:
Yeah, he’s tossing Sandman like a salad. Enjoy it while it lasts, Frosty — spring’s coming.
Johnny:
Wait a minute — BLIZZARD BUSTER! Sit-down powerbomb from Frosty! Huge impact!
Eddie:
Sandman’s right back with a spinning fist! This guy doesn’t sleep — he makes you sleep!
Johnny:
Frosty again with that FROSTBITE SUPLEX! He is relentless!
Eddie:
I’ll give him this — he’s persistent. Like a mosquito in a snowstorm. Annoying and pointless.
Johnny:
Now Frosty’s going for BLIZZARD BIND! He’s got the Figure Four locked in!
Eddie:
Don’t worry, Johnny — Sandman’s been through worse. He once napped through an avalanche.
Johnny:
SNOWBALL SLAM! Big powerslam by Frosty — he’s going for a pin! Wait — Sandman reversed it! Sandman’s got him down now!
Eddie:
Count it! One! Two—Agh! Frosty kicks out. Probably used holiday magic.
Johnny:
Frosty back to the FROSTBITE SUPLEX! Sandman tried to block but couldn’t get there in time.
Eddie:
He’s just letting Frosty tire himself out. Classic strategy. Rope-a-Snow-Dope.
Johnny:
Back and forth now! SNOW GLOBE SPIN from Frosty — but Sandman nails another SPINNING FIST STRIKE! Neither man giving an inch!
Eddie:
That’s it! Punch the peppermint stuffing outta him, Sandman!
Johnny:
BLIZZARD BUSTER from Frosty! He’s got power! But Sandman returns fire with a stiff front kick! You can feel the desperation now!
Eddie:
Frosty looks like someone left him under a heat lamp.
Johnny:
Big flurry now — headbutt from Frosty! Fist from Sandman! These two are beating the stuffing out of each other!
Eddie:
Forget the stuffing, Johnny — Frosty’s going to need a rebuild after this.
Johnny:
Frosty spins him again — SNOW GLOBE SPIN! Sandman counters with a sleeper! He’s got it locked!
Eddie:
Night-night, Frosty! Time to hibernate!
Johnny:
Sandman showing signs of life — big BACKBREAKER! That’s the momentum shift he needed!
Eddie:
Oh now we’re cookin’! Frosty’s spine just got cracked like an icicle.
Johnny:
Oh! STOVE TOP HAT HEADBUTT! Right to Sandman’s temple! He’s got a pin! ONE! TWO—Sandman kicks out!
Eddie:
You can’t pin greatness that easily. You think the Sandman loses to a Christmas decoration?
Johnny:
SNOWDRIFT SPLASH! In the corner — all of Frosty’s weight crashing down! Another pin!
Eddie:
One—just one! That’s it?! Sandman’s not done. He eats snow for breakfast!
Johnny:
He’s back in that Figure Four! The Blizzard Bind! That could snap a man’s leg in two!
Eddie:
Sandman’s got legs like frozen oak — he’s not tapping to that puddle-maker.
Johnny:
Frozen Fist! Spin Heel Kick! The crowd is roaring now!
Eddie:
That’s ice vs. precision, Johnny. Frosty’s just swinging wildly, while Sandman’s surgical.
Johnny:
FROSTY FLIP! Big hip toss — but Sandman hits a Running Bulldog! These two are just emptying the tank!
Eddie:
This is Sandman’s element — chaos! Frosty’s about to evaporate.
Johnny:
Sandman tries for a Cradle Suplex, but Frosty hits the Snow Globe Spin! This match is nuts!
Eddie:
It's beautiful, Johnny. Like watching a snowman get thrown in a wood chipper.
Johnny:
SNOWBALL SLAM! Frosty again with the power — but Sandman responds with a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! These two won’t quit!
Eddie:
But only one of them’s got grit in their guts and sand in their soul — and that’s Sandman!
Johnny:
Wait — Frosty again with the Snow Globe Spin! But Sandman with a Cradle Suplex! He’s got him covered!
Eddie:
HOOK THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Johnny:
HE GOT HIM! SANDMAN WINS! Sandman pulls it off after one of the grittiest, most hard-fought battles we’ve seen tonight!
Eddie:
That’s right! That’s right! Pack your top hat and get lost, Frosty! The only thing frozen now is your record! Ha ha!
Johnny:
Sandman survives the storm and walks out with the W — but folks, he earned it. That was one for the books.
Eddie:
And Frosty? He just got put on ice. Good night, sweet snowflake.
Johnny:
We’ve got more coming up — stay with us here on NPCW: Polar Power!
[Sandman, sweaty but victorious, raises his arm halfway up the ramp to the jeers of the crowd. Suddenly…]
Johnny:
Hold on—WAIT A MINUTE!! That’s JOLLY GREEN! What the hell is he doing out here?!
[Jolly Green storms from behind the curtain and blindsides Sandman with a massive clubbing forearm! Sandman tumbles forward, barely catching himself on the guardrail as the crowd gasps.]
Eddie:
YES! Finally, some real action! Sandman didn’t see it coming! That big leafy lunatic just flattened him!
Johnny:
These two have been circling each other like wolves for weeks — and Jolly Green has just ignited a brawl!
[Sandman scrambles up and fights back with stiff shots to Jolly’s gut — the two brawlers trading wild punches on the steel ramp!]
Eddie:
Look at ‘em go, Johnny! It’s like watching two Christmas trees in a lumberjack fight!
Johnny:
And here comes BLACK KNIGHT! Sandman’s tag team partner isn’t gonna let this stand!
[Black Knight storms down the ramp in full armor and immediately jumps into the fight — booting Jolly in the back and dropping him to one knee. The numbers game begins.]
Eddie:
Double trouble for the veggie menace! This is what happens when you pick a fight with a team that doesn't sleep!
Johnny:
They’re putting the boots to Jolly Green—wait! HOLD ON! That’s PAUL BUNYAN! He’s coming out now!
[Paul Bunyan bursts through the curtain, swinging a giant logging chain around his shoulder, charging in like a freight train. He barrels into Black Knight, sending him crashing into the barricade!]
Eddie:
There goes the cavalry, Johnny! Paul Bunyan just leveled the playing field — with a chainsaw smile!
Johnny:
Now it’s an all-out WAR on the ramp! All four men are slugging it out — fists flying — officials trying to get control but no one is backing down!
[The fight spills toward the backstage curtain — Sandman grabs a lighting rig, Bunyan grabs a chair — chaos erupts as agents, referees, and security try to break it all up.]
Johnny:
They’re battling their way to the back! Security’s out here but they’re barely making a dent in this powder keg of fury!
Eddie:
Forget security — call in the army! These four maniacs are gonna tear the arena apart!
[Cut to quick backstage footage: bodies crash through crates and tables as the four men brawl with brutal intensity. Finally, officials swarm and begin dragging them apart, each man shouting and clawing as they’re separated.]
Johnny:
Folks, if you think this is wild — just wait until Polar Meltdown! Because it won’t be about pins, it won’t be about submissions... it’ll be about making the other man bleed!
Johnny (final line, serious tone):
This bad blood between Sandman & Black Knight and Jolly Green & Paul Bunyan… it’s going to boil over — in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH at Polar Meltdown!
Eddie:
Bring towels! Bring buckets! Somebody’s gonna be leaking!
[Fade out as we cut to the Polar Meltdown graphic with dramatic music and blood-red lighting effects.]
Johnny: We’re back at Polar Power Episode 013 and what a match we’ve got now — non-title tag team action! The NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Polar Bears, square off against Dancer and Vixen of the Reindeer Coalition!
Eddie: And look at this—wonderful—the Misfits of Mayhem are in the front row like a pack of escaped lunatics. That’s exactly what we need: a sweaty, shirtless Madman Mason hugging a penguin while I try to call a match!
Johnny: Well Eddie, like it or not, the Misfits are here, and their presence is already getting under the fur of the Polar Bears. You can see Polar Bear 1 glaring over at them during the introductions!
Eddie: He should glare! He’s a champion! They’re distractions with bad hygiene!
Johnny: We’re underway! Dancer and Vixen go right to work as a unit — double team action early!
Eddie: That’s illegal! Where’s the ref?
Johnny: It’s legal for now, Honest Abe giving them some rope. Dancer hooks in the abdominal stretch — great leverage — and here comes Vixen off the top—Shooting Star Press! Right on the mark!
Eddie: Bah! You know what else lands on its mark? A Polar Bear CLAW TO THE FACE! That’s a manicure straight from the tundra, Johnny!
Johnny: Vixen tries to stay on the offensive — REINDEER KICK right to the gut of Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: That’s a mule kick from a glittery showgirl. Polar Bear 1 says “No thanks” and goes right back to the face with that claw! These Bears know how to handle holiday nuisances!
Johnny: Dancer’s back in — he and Polar Bear 1 both trading shots! Dancer hits the REINDEER ONE TWO — quick combo!
Eddie: But Polar Bear 1 locks in the POLAR CLUTCH! That’s a Boston Crab with bite, Johnny! These Bears don’t do technical — they do torture!
Johnny: Both sides tag out! Here comes Polar Bear 2 and Vixen!
Johnny: Uh-oh! Polar Bear 2’s coming in hot—ARTIC AVALANCHE! He steamrolled her in the corner!
Eddie: And here comes Polar Bear 1 to deliver the PRIMAL GROWL — that’s intimidation, volume 11!
Johnny: Vixen’s in trouble — unable to fight them off!
Eddie: Still double teaming — PRIMAL GROWL again! They’re letting Vixen know whose territory this is!
Johnny: Vixen’s trying to stay upright, but this is brutal tag team chemistry from the champs!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 with the CLAW AT FACE again! They’re going after the eyes like they’re digging for gold!
Eddie: That’s right! The Reindeer are trying ballet in a bear fight! You get mauled!
Johnny: He goes for a cover — 1... 2—Vixen KICKS OUT! Vixen showing serious heart!
Johnny: Dancer’s in now! But so is Polar Bear 1 again—double teaming underway!
Eddie: SNOWSTORM SPIN! Followed by a MASSIVE PUNCH WITH PAW! That's not a move — that's a survival technique!
Johnny: Dancer blasts back with a shoulder tackle! He’s not backing down!
Johnny: More double teaming! Polar Bear 2 with the PRIMAL GROWL—Polar Bear 1 with a BACKBREAKER! Dancer is in a world of hurt!
Eddie: You can’t dance when your back’s in three pieces, Johnny!
Johnny: INVERTED BEARHUG! Polar Bear 2 trying to squeeze the life out of Dancer!
Eddie: Just tap, Reindeer! You’re better at parades than punishment!
Johnny: But Dancer won’t quit — tags in Vixen!
Johnny: Another double team from the Polar Bears—POWERSLAM! Followed by an INVERTED BEARHUG!
Eddie: Look at Vixen try to fight through it — SUNSET FLIP — desperate move!
Johnny: But she’s still getting steamrolled by the sheer size and power of the champs!
Johnny: BLIZZARD SLAM! Eye rake! The Bears are just overwhelming Vixen now!
Eddie: It’s like watching someone try to wrestle a glacier! These Bears are unstoppable!
Johnny: SNOWSTORM SPIN — Polar Bear 2 drops her again! Goes for the pin — 1... 2... DANCER with the save!
Eddie: Reindeer keep interfering like it’s holiday traffic!
Johnny: Vixen with a burst of energy — REINDEER GORGE! That running headbutt rocks Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: She hit him square in the chest! That’s the first time I’ve seen one of these guys even budge!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 back in — NORTHERN LIGHTS DROP! Vicious atomic drop there!
Eddie: Dancer tried to defend but got folded like an ugly Christmas sweater!
Johnny: He kicks out of the pin but looks shaken!
Johnny: Everyone's in the ring! Vixen and Dancer bring the double team heat! Two shoulder tackles!
Eddie: But here come the Bears! BLIZZARD SLAM and PRIMAL GROWL! It’s chaos!
Johnny: Back to one-on-one—Vixen and Polar Bear 2 trading shots! Reindeer KICK connects!
Eddie: Polar Bear 2 answers with a SWAT! That paw’s the size of a snow shovel!
Johnny: Now it's Dancer and Vixen’s turn to double team! RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE from Vixen! SUNSET FLIP from Dancer!
Eddie: But Polar Bear 1 shrugs it off like it’s a warm breeze! You can’t double team a glacier!
Johnny: Reindeer Coalition is getting fired up! Vixen with another tackle — Dancer with the TWINKLE TOES spinning heel kick!
Eddie: But Polar Bear 1 answers AGAIN with that brutal BACKBREAKER! That move’s wrecked more dreams than a bad fruitcake!
Johnny: Reindeer doubling up again — more shoulder tackles — they’re throwing everything at Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: And he just keeps coming back with BACKBREAKERS! The man’s a chiropractor’s nightmare!
Johnny: Vixen tags out — Dancer is back in! This match is reaching a fever pitch, and you can still feel the tension from the Misfits right there in the front row!
Eddie: Don’t remind me! One more look from Madman Mason and I’m filing for trauma leave!
Johnny: Who’s going to come out on top in this wild battle of strength versus speed? We’ll find out after the break — don’t go anywhere!
Johnny: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! The action is hot despite the frosty theme, and we’re deep into this polar war — the champs, the Polar Bears, battling Dancer and Vixen of the Reindeer Coalition in a wild non-title tag team main event!
Eddie: And don’t forget the Misfits of Mayhem sitting front row — or should I say slouching, snarling, and snuggling! I swear Madman Mason just tried to feed Flippers a program!
Johnny: Oh my—DOUBLE TEAMING from the Polar Bears! Polar Bear 1 lifts Dancer like a snow shovel — POWERSLAM with authority!
Eddie: That ring just shook like Rudolph’s sleigh hit a speed bump! And here comes Polar Bear 2—EYE RAKE! CLAW AT THE FACE! That’s how you send a message from the top of the food chain!
Johnny: Dancer is overwhelmed here — he’s trying to fight back, but the double-teaming is just too much!
Johnny: But now it’s the Reindeer Coalition’s turn! Dancer and Vixen firing up—TWINKLE TOES! That beautiful spinning heel kick from Dancer right to the jaw!
Eddie: Bah! That wasn’t a kick, it was interpretive dance!
Johnny: Vixen locks in the ABDOMINAL STRETCH! That’s perfectly executed! Polar Bear 1 is in real trouble now!
Johnny: Dancer straps that stretch in tight — and look out! Polar Bear 1 snaps back with a NECKBREAKER!
Eddie: That’ll teach him to stretch in public! But wait—Polar Bear 2 makes the save! That’s tag team instinct!
Johnny: Both sides tag out — it’s Vixen and Polar Bear 2 now!
Johnny: Vixen charges—RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE—but Polar Bear 2 reverses it mid-air!
Eddie: He catches her like a salmon and fires back with FURRY VENGEANCE! But wait—Vixen’s neutralizing it!
Johnny: Vixen showing guts! She may be the smallest in the match but not the weakest!
Johnny: SNOWSTORM SPIN from Polar Bear 2! That vicious spinning side slam connects!
Eddie: But Vixen hits the REINDEER KICK! Caught him right in the breadbasket!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 covers! One... no! Vixen kicks out! And she tags in Dancer!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 stays aggressive — another SNOWSTORM SPIN! Dancer couldn’t block it!
Eddie: That’s how you make venison stew! He goes for the pin—ONE... TWO—Vixen saves it again!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 tags in his brother — here comes Polar Bear 1!
Johnny: And now the Bears are back to double-teaming — MAUL! That full nelson has Dancer trapped!
Eddie: Followed by another SNOWSTORM SPIN! This is tag team dominance, Johnny! This is how champs behave!
Johnny: Dancer’s not done — REINDEER CLOMP! He stomps the mat and the chest!
Johnny: The Polar Bears keep up the double trouble — MASSIVE PUNCH WITH PAW by Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: That fist is the size of a sled, Johnny!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 with another SNOWSTORM SPIN — but Dancer fights back with a REINDEER ONE TWO! These reindeer just won’t quit!
Johnny: CLAW AT FACE again from Polar Bear 1! That’s the third time tonight!
Eddie: They’re just giving him a little facial, Reindeer-style! One... two—Vixen with the SAVE AGAIN! That’s three clutch saves tonight!
Johnny: It’s a full-on melee! Everyone’s in the ring! Polar Bear 1 with the MAUL again!
Eddie: Polar Bear 2—NORTHERN LIGHTS DROP! That’s an atomic drop with altitude!
Johnny: But Dancer FLIES with a DROP KICK! Vixen follows with a REINDEER GORGE! That running headbutt rocks Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: THIS IS BEDLAM!
Johnny: And the bell rings! The ref’s throwing it out—it’s a TIME LIMIT DRAW!
Johnny: What a fight! 30 minutes of nonstop action and neither team could put the other away!
Eddie: I’ll give the Reindeer credit — they survived! But they didn’t win, Johnny. You don’t outlast the Polar Bears. You just avoid extinction!
Johnny: And let’s not ignore the shadow of the Misfits of Mayhem throughout this match — they never moved, but their presence threw the whole match off balance!
Eddie: Especially Polar Bear 1 — you could see him jawing with Ace and Negropolis between moves!
Johnny: The tag division is heating up like a furnace in an igloo, folks! And this draw just adds fuel to the fire!
Eddie: Someone get Madman Mason out of here before he starts gnawing on the guard rail!
POLAR BEAR RAMPAGE
NPCW Backstage – crates knocked over, chairs flying, a monitor shattered on the ground. The Polar Bears are in full-on rampage mode, tearing through the area in a blizzard of fury. Their eyes burn with rage, breath steaming like twin locomotives. One slams a bench against the wall; the other flips over a table covered in catering supplies. NPCW crew members scatter like snowflakes in a windstorm.
Enter Smooth Samantha, microphone in hand, heels dodging debris. Calm and professional despite the chaos, she approaches the rampaging beasts of the North.
Smooth Samantha: (composed but cautious)
Polar Bears! Polar Bears! What is going on back here? You two just tore the house down in a time limit draw, but now it looks like you’re tearing down the entire backstage area!
Polar Bear 1: (snarling, heavy accent, voice deep and gravelly)
WHAT IS GOING ON?!
What is going on, Samantha, is that we just spent thirty minutes in the coldest war of our lives—fighting, grinding, clawing—and just when victory was in our PAWS... those MISFITS... THOSE CLOWNS... they sat there smirking... MOCKING us!
Polar Bear 2: (pacing like a caged beast, pointing furiously back toward the arena)
They came to ringside, like filthy rats, chewing at the ropes! Ace MacDougall with his stupid smirk! Madman Mason hugging that penguin like some sick joke! You wanna laugh at the Polar Bears?! HUH?! You think THIS is a JOKE?!
(He hurls a chair across the hallway. It clatters like a thunderclap.)
Smooth Samantha:
So you’re blaming the Misfits of Mayhem for the draw tonight?
Polar Bear 1:
DA! Because of their disgusting little circus act, we couldn’t focus! We are champions—not entertainers, not comedians! They think they can sit there and make mockery of Tag Team WRESTLING?! They think they can play games with the top predators in the North?!
Polar Bear 2: (staring straight into the camera now)
We are not just tag team champions—we are the ALPHA and OMEGA of pain in NPCW! And at Polar Meltdown... MISFITS... you’re not facing reindeer, you’re not facing clowns—you’re facing EXTINCTION.
Polar Bear 1: (jabbing finger into the lens)
Negropolis. Madman. Ace. That penguin. You all are DONE. We will snap your spines like frozen twigs!
You like chaos?
You like destruction?
YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET!
Polar Bear 2: (grabbing the mic with both hands, nostrils flaring)
At Polar Meltdown, we’re not defending titles...
We’re DEFENDING HONOR.
And we’re going to do it the only way we know how—
BREAKING BONES IN THE SNOW.
Smooth Samantha: (nodding, stepping back carefully)
There you have it, folks. The Tag Team Champions are enraged, and the Misfits of Mayhem may have just painted a target on their backs the size of the North Pole.
Polar Meltdown... it’s going to be just that—an absolute meltdown.
(The Polar Bears storm off, still fuming, barking in Russian and hurling a crate through a stack of steel chairs as the camera fades out.)
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels:
Fans, it’s time! The MAIN EVENT here on Polar Power Episode 013! The NPCW Champion Rudolph the Red-Nosed Powerhouse and his partner Robin Hood teaming up to take on the monstrous duo of the Northern Lights Champion Big Bad Wolf and Frankenstein’s Monster, accompanied, of course, by that diabolical Dr. Frankenstein!
Eddie Ellington:
Johnny, you act like Dr. Frankenstein’s a villain—he’s a visionary! And look at that team! Wolf and the Monster? That’s raw dominance. Meanwhile, Rudolph’s walking around like he’s a glowing lawn ornament, and Robin Hood? Please. This isn’t Sherwood Forest—this is the big leagues, baby!
Johnny:
And there’s the bell! Robin Hood starts off against Big Bad Wolf—both men locking up in the center! A flurry of quick counters and—WHOA! Robin Hood lands a picture-perfect Superkick! But Wolf shrugs it off and SNAPS on the Lycan Lock! That Dragon Sleeper is devastating!
Eddie:
I told you! The Wolf doesn’t howl—he hurts. That move’s tighter than Rudolph’s Christmas schedule! This is a preview of what will come at Polar Meltdown when the two meet in their I QUIT match.
Johnny:
Robin Hood barely escapes and Big Bad Wolf tags in Frankenstein’s Monster! Robin’s firing back—DDT! What a plant! But here comes the Monster with a massive Axe Handle Smash! He’s swinging like a wrecking ball!
Eddie:
And he connects with it like one too! Robin Hood’s getting tossed around like a sack of discount bows and arrows!
Johnny:
Back and forth they go—Robin with a German Suplex! Wolf answers with an Abdominal Stretch! This is fast, furious, and physical! And here we go—double team attempt! Robin tags in Rudolph—wait! Wolf REVERSES! He suplexes BOTH of them! The Pack Leader showing who's alpha!
Eddie:
I LOVE IT! Two for one special courtesy of the Big Bad Wolf! That’s why he’s the Northern Lights Champ—he doesn’t share the spotlight!
Johnny:
Now it’s all Robin, though—he’s staying in the ring, taking the fight to everyone! Another German Suplex! DDT! He’s chaining offense like it’s a highlight reel!
Eddie:
I’ll give the guy credit—he’s annoying, but he’s got stamina. Like a mosquito that won’t quit buzzing in your tent.
Johnny:
We’re seeing incredible chemistry between Robin and Rudolph—more double teams: Dashing Through Snow! Arrow’d End! Flying Dropkick! They’re working like they’ve been partners for years!
Eddie:
Yeah, yeah. All that teamwork and they still haven’t put down the Monster or the Wolf. You want gold? You gotta go THROUGH the darkness, not tiptoe around it with jingles and tights!
Johnny:
Dr. Frankenstein trying to shift momentum—he’s swiping at Robin’s legs, shouting orders! But Robin keeps on rolling! Superkick! DDT! And now—Package Piledriver! MONSTER’S IN TROUBLE!
Eddie:
NO! Kick out! Come on, big guy, don’t let this feathered-hat fraud pin you!
Johnny:
ONE! TWO! NO—Frankenstein just kicks out! Robin is on fire—back in, another Piledriver attempt—AND HE HITS IT! COVER!
Eddie:
Not like this! Not like—NO!
Johnny:
ONE! TWO! THREE! HE GOT HIM! ROBIN HOOD PINS FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!!
[Bell Rings – Crowd erupts]
Johnny:
What a titanic main event! Robin Hood pulls off the impossible, surviving the claws of the Wolf and the wrath of the Monster! And Rudolph… standing tall beside him, proud of his partner tonight!
Eddie:
This is a TRAVESTY! Dr. Frankenstein’s genius, the Northern Lights Champion—disrespected! This is what happens when you let guys with antlers and tights prance around acting like heroes!
Johnny:
Well, call them what you want, but tonight they were winners! Rudolph and Robin Hood reign supreme on Polar Power! And if this is any sign of what’s coming at Polar Meltdown, then the Wolf Pack—and the Monster’s Bash—better brace for impact!
Eddie:
Brace for impact? I’m bracing for a lawsuit! That match should be under protest!
Johnny:
The action never stops in NPCW—thank you for joining us! From The Mic and The Expert of Elocution—goodnight from the North Pole!
[Fade to credits with a replay of Robin Hood’s winning Package Piledriver.]
CLOSING SEGMENT
[Scene fades in from the arena to the cozy, warmly lit interior of Santa’s Workshop. The camera pans over shelves stacked with toys, twinkling lights, and snowy windowpanes before settling on Santa’s office. The fireplace crackles gently behind a large red and green table, where a spread of cookies, mugs of cocoa, and a frosted tray of candy canes await. KC Rogers sits across from Santa Claus, who is dressed in a comfy red cardigan and suspenders. Mrs. Claus sits beside him with a gentle smile, while their manager Bernard, in his NPCW-emblazoned elf suit, holds a clipboard and a mug labeled “Commissioner.”]
KC Rogers (smiling warmly):
We’re closing out Polar Power tonight with a special visit to Santa’s Workshop, and joining me now is the man everyone’s been asking about—the legendary Santa Claus! Alongside him, as always, the heart of the workshop is Mrs. Claus, and his manager, Bernard. Santa, thank you for letting us into your home tonight.
Santa Claus (beaming, his cheeks rosy):
Ho ho ho! The pleasure is mine, KC! It’s always nice to take a break from rehab and reindeer training for some cookies and conversation.
KC Rogers:
Let’s get right to it, Santa. Since March, you’ve been out of action after that brutal backstage attack by Monster’s Bash… Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King. How are you feeling?
Santa (leans forward slightly, his tone more serious):
It’s been a tough road, KC. Broken ribs don’t heal overnight—especially when you’ve got monster-sized damage to recover from. But I’ve got some good news: my doctors have officially cleared me to return to in-ring activity!
[Mrs. Claus claps softly, Bernard raises his mug with a “hear, hear.”]
Santa (continuing):
Now, that said… I’m still waiting for final clearance from the NPCW Commissioner’s Office. I’ve got a physical scheduled with the league doctor later this week. If all goes well, I’m hoping to be back by July—just in time for the summer schedule and Polar Meltdown fallout!
KC Rogers (smiling):
That’s huge news! The fans have missed you, Santa. Now, once you do return… what’s your main focus? What’s top of your list?
Santa (his expression darkens just a touch):
Oh, there’s still unfinished business, KC. I haven’t forgotten what Monster’s Bash did. They didn’t just take me out—they tried to erase the spirit of NPCW. And I’m not going to rest until I get my hands on every one of them—especially Frankenstein’s Monster. That walking science experiment cracked my ribs and thought he ended my season. Well guess what? Santa’s checking his list... and he’s coming for revenge.
[Bernard scribbles “REVENGE TOUR” onto his clipboard dramatically.]
KC Rogers (nodding):
And what about the current state of NPCW? Your protégé, your champion—Rudolph. He’s led the charge in your absence. What are your thoughts on how he’s handled the spotlight?
Santa (smiles, but with a grandfatherly firmness):
I’m proud of Rudolph. Very proud. He stepped up at a crucial time and has carried that NPCW Championship with power and pride. He’s been a true beacon in dark times. That said… I’ve noticed a little bit of brashness, some swagger that walks the line of cockiness.
Santa (continues thoughtfully):
That’s not who we raised him to be. The weight of the belt can do funny things to even the strongest reindeer. But I trust that with the right guidance—and maybe a little reminder from the big man himself—Rudolph will remember that leadership isn’t just about strength… it’s about heart.
KC Rogers:
A heartfelt message from the North Pole. Santa, thank you for your time, your cookies, and your honesty. We hope the Commissioner’s Office clears you—and we can’t wait to see what the Claus has in store for NPCW when he returns.
Santa (laughing):
Oh, you’ll all know when I’m back, KC. Just listen for the sleigh bells… and the thunderous Ho! Ho! Ho!
KC Rogers (to camera):
That’s it from Santa’s Workshop tonight. For everyone at NPCW, I’m KC Rogers saying stay strong, stay jolly, and we’ll see you next week on Polar Power!
[Fade out with soft instrumental version of “Here Comes Santa Claus” playing over the snowy exterior of the Workshop, the red glow of Rudolph’s nose briefly flickering in the night sky as a teaser of what’s to come.]
Bring on the Mayhem!
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