Aired - June 28, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[Visual: Fast-cutting sizzle reel of NPCW action—ropes shaking, bodies flying, fans cheering. Explosions of snow and pyro burst onto the screen.]
[Cue Upbeat Rock Music with Sleigh Bells]
[Cut to KC ROGERS standing in front of a snowy NPCW logo. She’s dressed in a sparkling blue parka with fur trim, holding a mic, brimming with energy.]
🎤 KC ROGERS (excited)
“NPCW Nation, get ready—because this JULY, the NORTH is heating up with NPCW SUPERSTARS: LIVE on the ROAD! That’s right, we’re takin’ the chaos, the cheers, and the CHAMPIONS straight to YOU!”
[Visual: A graphic flies in with a frosty transition—
🗓️ JULY 4 – FAIRBANKS, ALASKA – Fireworks and Frostbite!
🗓️ JULY 11 – VANCOUVER, BC – Blizzards and Brawls!
🗓️ JULY 18 – SEATTLE, WA – Showdowns by the Sound!
🗓️ JULY 25 – SPOKANE, WA – Snowstorms in Summer!
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🎤 KC ROGERS (pointing to camera)
“Come see your NPCW favorites LIVE and UNLEASHED—including the titanic JOLLY GREEN, the feral fury of the BIG BAD WOLF, the outlaw archer himself ROBIN HOOD, and the sinister supremacy of the QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT!”
[Visual: Quick clips of the stars named—Jolly Green flexing to a roaring crowd, Big Bad Wolf howling under a blood moon spotlight, Robin Hood firing a flaming arrow into the rafters, the Queens of Punishment striking regal poses in eerie lighting.]
🎤 KC ROGERS (with a wink)
“And you never know who else might show up... or what cold-blooded rivalries will ignite! Tickets are flying faster than a reindeer on rocket boots, so get yours NOW and be part of the mayhem!”
[Visual: NPCW LIVE LOGO with tour dates flashing below. Snow falls as the words “TICKETS ON SALE NOW” freeze onto the screen.]
🎤 KC ROGERS (shouting over the music)
“NPCW: It’s not just wrestling—it’s WINTER WILDNESS, ALL YEAR LONG!”
[End with: NPCW logo crashing into screen with icy impact. Snow explodes outward. Final tagline:]
❄️ NPCW LIVE – Where Legends Chill and Chaos Reigns! ❄️
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:
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.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
(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
🎶 “NORTH POLE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING—WHEN THE ICE MELTS, THE MAYHEM BEGINS!” 🎶
[LIVE SHOT: NPCW Arena – packed to the igloo rafters! Fans are on their feet, waving signs and screaming. But something stands out: the sea of adorable, raucous Flippermaniacs. From the front row to the nosebleeds, the crowd is littered with fans wearing penguin beaks, foam flippers, and “I STAND FOR FLIPPERS” t-shirts. A giant inflatable Flippers bobs overhead. One fan is even dressed in a full penguin onesie, with face paint and a sign that says “Waddle Through 'Em, Flippers!”]
[CAMERA SWOOPS DOWN to the NPCW announce desk where two familiar voices await.]
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels (beaming):
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the GO HOME edition of NPCW POLAR POWER! I’m Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and folks… can you feel it?! Just one night away from the biggest Supercard of the summer—POLAR MELTDOWN!
Eddie Ellington (adjusting his cufflinks with a dramatic scoff):
Oh yes, Johnny… one night away from the annual cry-fest where people like you bet their frozen hopes on flukes and fairy tales. But tonight? This place looks less like a wrestling arena and more like a kindergarten at a penguin parade.
Johnny (laughing as the camera zooms in on a grandma in full penguin gear flapping her wings):
Come on, Eddie—look at this! The Flippermaniacs have taken over! NPCW Universe is going wild for that little ball of feathers! I haven’t seen this much penguin power since Emperor's March 3 hit theaters!
Eddie (rolling his eyes):
They’re cheering for a bird, Johnny. A literal bird that throws tantrums and rides coattails. Meanwhile, real athletes—like the Polar Bears—are preparing to maul those Misfits of Mayhem into snowflakes tomorrow night.
Johnny (grinning):
Well, Ace MacDougall and company might have something to say about that, Eddie. And speaking of action—we’ve got two MASSIVE six-woman and six-man tag team matches here tonight to cap off the Polar Power season!
Eddie:
That's right—first, we’ve got the battle of blond ambition vs. royal retribution. The Blonde Bombshells—Goldie Locks, Alice, and Dorothy—take on the Queens of Punishment in a grudge match that’s been brewing like a cauldron of spite for weeks!
Johnny:
And in the MAIN EVENT—talk about blockbuster! The team of Rudolph the North Pole Champion, Robin Hood, and Van Helsing will square off against the monstrous trio of Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, and the ever-dangerous Big Bad Wolf—Northern Lights Champion!
Eddie (grinning cruelly):
And I guarantee it, Johnny—after tonight, one of those do-gooders is gonna be limping into Polar Meltdown, if they make it there at all!
Johnny (serious for a moment):
Let’s hope not, Eddie. Polar Meltdown is stacked with title matches, grudges boiling over, and moments that could define careers. But tonight… tonight is the last stop. One more chance to make a statement before we head into the eye of the storm.
Eddie (mocking sincerity):
So let the penguins dance, Johnny. Let ‘em waddle their way into disappointment. Because tomorrow? Reality bites.
Johnny (smiling as the crowd roars again):
You heard the man. Buckle up, NPCW fans—we’re just getting started! Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be right back after this commercial break!
[FADE TO BLACK as the Flippermaniacs flap in unison and the Polar Power logo flashes on screen.]
🎶 NPCW Polar Power—Where the Ice Meets the Inferno! 🎶
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
[FADE IN FROM COMMERCIAL]
[CAMERA PANS into the stately Commissioner’s Box, perched above the NPCW arena. The crowd noise rumbles below, but the air is thick with anticipation.]
[Seated behind a heavy desk cluttered with scrolls, clipboards, cocoa mugs, and tangled stacks of reports is COMMISSIONER ROBERT CRATCHIT. He looks tired, his scarf slightly askew, and the wear of the season clearly showing on his face.]
[Standing dutifully nearby is TILDA THIMBLEWHISTLE, his eagle-eyed assistant, posture straight as a ruler, clipboard at the ready. Her expression is—as always—equal parts skeptical and unamused.]
[And lounging dramatically in a plush, red velvet chair, sipping a hot drink and radiating smugness, is NPCW Special Advisor to the Commissioner's Office EBENEEZER SCROOGE. Dressed in his finest dressing robe and reindeer slippers, he looks thoroughly unimpressed to be sharing space with actual responsibility.]
Commissioner Cratchit (clearing his throat):
Ladies and gentlemen of the NPCW Universe... thank you for joining us for this very special Go-Home episode of Polar Power—the last stop before tomorrow night’s massive Supercard: POLAR MELTDOWN!
[Crowd roars in the background. The faint chant of “MELT-DOWN! MELT-DOWN!” echoes from the stands.]
Cratchit (soft smile):
Tomorrow, titles will be on the line… grudges will be settled… and legends created. Which brings us to the matter at hand.
[He shuffles a few papers nervously.]
Cratchit:
Last week, we heard directly from Santa Claus—yes, the man himself—that he had been medically cleared by his personal doctors and was eager to step back into the ring here at NPCW…
[Crowd pops again. Someone yells “BRING BACK SANTA!” in the distance.]
Scrooge (rolling his eyes, muttering):
Ho ho horrible idea…
Cratchit (firm but diplomatic):
However… as per protocol, any return to in-ring competition must go through official review by the NPCW Commissioner’s Office and its certified medical advisors.
[He pauses. A beat passes. Then… he hesitates.]
Cratchit:
At this time… we are not prepared to make an official statement on Santa’s clearance status.
[The crowd stirs. Murmurs of confusion. Tilda stiffens, clearly surprised by the change.]
Tilda (tilting her head, flipping through her clipboard)
[She whispers something to Cratchit and slips him a single sheet of paper. He reads it silently, lips moving just slightly. His brow furrows—then relaxes into a small, almost sly smile.]
Scrooge (craning his neck, suspicious):
What? What is it? What’s she showing you?
[Cratchit gives a small shrug. He starts to fold the paper. Scrooge lunges forward and SNATCHES it from his hands before he can.]
Scrooge (eyes scanning the page rapidly, face twisting from confusion to fury):
WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE!?
[He crumples the paper with a dramatic flourish and tosses it across the office.]
Scrooge (to the camera operator):
That’s ENOUGH! Cut the feed! We’re DONE here!
[He storms toward the desk, knocking over a mug of cocoa in the process.]
Scrooge (shouting as he storms offscreen):
TILDA! GET ME JACQUES RENAUD ON THE PHONE! NOW!!
[Tilda calmly picks up the crumpled paper, gives it a quick glance, and neatly tucks it back into her clipboard without comment.]
[Commissioner Cratchit simply leans back in his chair with a slight smirk… as if he knows something we don’t.]
[FADE OUT on the Commissioner’s Box. Cut to black with the Polar Power logo and the booming voice-over:]
🎙️ “Tomorrow night… at Polar Meltdown… anything can happen. Even a miracle.” 🎙️
[CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THE ANNOUNCE DESK after the mysterious events in the Commissioner’s Box.]
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels (grinning ear to ear): Fans, welcome back to Polar Power! What a way to kick things off—with questions flying after that strange decree from Commissioner Cratchit and our ever-delightful Special Advisor Scrooge…
Eddie Ellington (smirking): Delightful? Johnny, Scrooge is the only adult in this operation. Cratchit looked like he was gonna cry into his paperwork, and Tilda was whisperin' like she was passing state secrets. Whatever was on that paper? It rattled 'em.
Johnny: There’s definitely more to that story, Eddie, but we’ll have to wait. And speaking of rattled—someone who won’t be shaken easily is the man about to step into the ring right now—Jolly Green, the towering titan of turnbuckles! Tomorrow night eh faces Sandman in a First Blood match.
Eddie (groaning): Oh please. That overgrown houseplant is about to get weed-whacked by a certified monster. Ogre’s not in the mood for jokes, and Dr. Frankenstein’s got the perfect gameplan. I hope Jolly packed a lunch—and a first aid kit. And Van Helsing better take notes on what is going to happen the Mr. Broodmeister tomorrow night.
Johnny (chuckling): Let’s head down to the ring—our opening contest starts now!
[BELL RINGS]
Johnny: And here we go! A huge matchup to start the night! Jolly Green lunges first—AND HE HITS THE BELLY LAUGH SLAM! Ogre bounces up—and SNAPS HIM OVER with a textbook snapmare! These two giants are throwing bombs right out of the gate!
Eddie: That’s not a bomb, Johnny, that’s Ogre warming up. Look at him—he’s got the momentum AND the IQ advantage, thanks to Dr. Franky's brain-in-a-jar playbook!
Johnny: Ogre looking for the Ogre’s Wrath early—but Jolly Green counters it! What power! He turns it into a standing reversal and buys himself some time!
Eddie: Barely! The green goof's lucky Ogre didn’t slam him into the concession stand.
Johnny: Jolly with a stiff UPPERCUT! But Ogre SHRUGS IT OFF and hits the Ogre’s Wrath this time!! That one landed flush!
Eddie: YES! Ogre’s on fire tonight—and Jolly looks like he’s wilting.
Johnny: But wait! Jolly powers back with a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex! Ogre counters with a sledge to the chest! Both men are trading thunder in the center of the ring!
Eddie: That sledgehammer hit so hard it knocked the chlorophyll off him!
Johnny: They’re going hold for hold—Jolly with a knee smash, but Ogre hits a DEVASTATING piledriver! That could be it right there!
Eddie: Stick a fork in him, Johnny! He’s compost!
Johnny: Ogre is just clubbing away now—ANOTHER sledge to the chest! Jolly tries to cover up—can't! The Monster’s Bash monster is in full control!
Eddie: And here comes the science—Dr. Frankenstein distracting the ref! Jolly’s caught! Ogre capitalizes—PILEDRIVER AGAIN! No ref to see it clean!
Johnny (clearly frustrated): Come on, Abe! Turn around!
Eddie (laughing): That’s what I call tag-team excellence! The mind and the muscle, baby!
Johnny: Jolly rallies—SUPLEX! He’s not done yet! Crowd’s coming alive! Belly-to-belly again! He’s building steam!
Eddie: Don’t celebrate yet, Johnny. Ogre’s still standing! And now it’s another SNAP MARE—he’s wearing him down, and Jolly’s got no counter!
Johnny: Back and forth—Cradle slam by Jolly! But Ogre with a kneeling butt drop! It’s a clash of titans here tonight!
Eddie: You call that a “clash”? Ogre’s sitting on him like he’s a beanbag chair!
Johnny: Another BIG BUTT DROP! Honest Abe’s keeping a close eye—Dr. Frankenstein again trying to tip the scales—HE HANDS HIM A CHAIR!!
Eddie: Gift-wrapped education, Johnny!
Johnny: Ogre swings—CHAIR TO THE BACK!! And Honest Abe missed it! Ogre with the cover—1...2—NO! Jolly kicks out! Somehow still in this thing!
Eddie: Why!? Stay down! Think of your knees!
Johnny: Ogre’s not done—SLEDGE AGAIN! Jolly’s down—another cover—1...2—KICKOUT!! Jolly won’t stay down!
Eddie: This guy is too dumb to quit!
Johnny: Belly Laugh Slam from Jolly! Ogre fights back with another sledge! It’s pure war out here!
Eddie: This isn’t a wrestling match, it’s deforestation in real time!
Johnny: Jolly with a backbreaker—NO! Ogre reverses! And here comes Dr. Frankenstein shouting something—strategy from the doctor!
Eddie: That’s the finishing touch!
Johnny: Jolly’s rocked—Ogre with the roll-up—1…2…3!! It’s over! Ogre steals the win after a little outside help from Dr. Frankenstein!
Eddie (beaming): Just like I said! Science beats salad every time!
Johnny (shaking his head): A hard-fought match, but you can’t ignore the outside interference. That wasn’t a clean win, not by a long shot.
Eddie: You want clean? Go to a salad bar. This is Monster’s Bash, baby!
Johnny: Well folks, we’re just getting started on this Go-Home edition of Polar Power! Still to come tonight—two massive six-man tags including tonight’s main event: Rudolph, Robin Hood, and Van Helsing vs. Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, and Big Bad Wolf!
Eddie: Oh, I can’t wait! Chaos, claws, and Christmas lights all rolled into one! NPCW’s got it all!
Johnny: Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be right back!
MRS. CLAUS AND PEARL BACKSTAGE
[CAMERA FADES IN – BACKSTAGE, in front of a silver and ice-blue “NPCW: POLAR POWER” step-and-repeat. The air is festive but focused. Smooth Samantha stands between two imposing figures: the ever-regal MRS. CLAUS in a sparkling red and white wrestling robe with fur trim, and PEARL, strong and stoic in ice-blue ring gear, cracking her knuckles with quiet intensity.]
Smooth Samantha (smiling brightly, microphone in hand):
NPCW Universe, we are just one day away from Polar Meltdown—but tonight, the action is already heating up! I'm joined backstage by two women who have a very personal stake in tomorrow's Queen of the North Championship match—Mrs. Claus and her tag partner tonight, the indomitable Pearl!
[Mrs. Claus nods graciously, her signature peppermint earrings twinkling. Pearl crosses her arms, eyeing the camera with no-nonsense determination.]
Smooth Samantha:
Mrs. Claus, tonight you and Pearl face off against the Witch’s Coven—Wicked Witch and Wicked Willow. Some would call this a preview of sorts for your triple threat match tomorrow for the Queen of the North title. How are you feeling heading into tonight’s showdown?
Mrs. Claus (steely, but warm):
Oh Samantha, I feel wonderful. There's a chill in the air, a storm coming—and it's not from the weather outside. Tonight, Pearl and I are going to remind the Coven exactly why Christmas spirit isn't just a slogan—it's a force. Wicked Witch thinks she can fly in on her broom and cast a spell over this division? She hasn’t seen anything yet.
[Pearl gives a silent, approving nod and flexes one bicep. The crowd watching on screens in the arena can be heard cheering faintly.]
Smooth Samantha (tilting her head thoughtfully):
Now Mrs. Claus, I have to ask—Goldie Locks has officially been added to the Queen of the North match tomorrow. That means it’s no longer a one-on-one with Wicked Witch. It’s a triple threat. What’s your reaction to that?
Mrs. Claus (smiles knowingly):
Let me say this clearly—I welcome it. Goldie Locks is a competitor, no doubt about that. But Samantha, whether it’s one witch… or a witch and a wild child… I’m ready. I’ve baked cookies through a blizzard, raised reindeer from birth, and survived over three centuries of Christmas chaos. You think a triple threat scares me?
[Pearl chuckles and finally speaks.]
Pearl:
The only thing that should be scared is that title—because after Polar Meltdown, it’s coming home with Mother North.
[Mrs. Claus gently pats Pearl’s shoulder, clearly touched.]
Smooth Samantha (beaming):
Strong words—and strong women. One last question—how important is tonight’s win heading into tomorrow?
Mrs. Claus (serious now, eyes narrowing slightly):
It’s everything, Samantha. Tonight’s about momentum, about making a statement. I want Wicked Witch to feel it in her broomstick that she’s walking into a war tomorrow. And as for Wicked Willow? She’s about to find out that not every snowflake is gentle—some of them cut.
[The crowd in the arena cheers as the camera zooms in just a bit.]
Smooth Samantha (confidently):
There you have it, folks—Mrs. Claus and Pearl are locked in and ready to go! Tag team action coming up next as the Holiday Hearth takes on the Witch’s Coven—and you better believe it’s going to be magical… or catastrophic!
[Camera pans up just slightly as Mrs. Claus adjusts her fur collar and Pearl cracks her knuckles again, both women turning and walking confidently toward gorilla position. Samantha looks into the camera one last time.]
Smooth Samantha (with a wink):
Stay tuned—more Polar Power is on the way!
[FADE OUT.]
[CAMERA returns to ringside after a quick commercial break. The arena crowd is buzzing with excitement. At the commentary table sit Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, grinning with holiday cheer, and Eddie Ellington, smugly leaning back in his chair.]
Johnny: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! And it’s time for what promises to be a hard-hitting tag team match as Mrs. Claus and Pearl take on the sinister sisters of sorcery—Wicked Witch and Wicked Willow of the Witch’s Coven!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny. Hard-hitting? The only thing Mrs. Claus hits hard is a plate of sugar cookies. Meanwhile, Wicked Willow could tear the bark off a tree just by sneezing!
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: And we are underway—Wicked Willow starts things off against Mrs. Claus and—OH! What a CHOKEBOMB right out of the gate!
Eddie: That’s how you start a match, Johnny! Drop Grandma on her candy-striped backside and go for the win! Pin her!
Johnny: Mrs. Claus kicks out at two, but she might need to tag out—and she does! Here comes Pearl! And Willow tags in Wicked Witch!
Johnny: Pearl charging in like a snowstorm with that SCISSORED ARMBAR, wrenching back on Wicked Witch!
Eddie: Whoa whoa whoa! Illegal use of elbows! Disqualify her!
Johnny: That hold is legal, Eddie.
Eddie: It shouldn’t be. It’s clearly too effective.
Johnny: Wait a second—what’s this?! The Coven just sprayed green mist in Pearl’s eyes while the ref was distracted!
Eddie: Mist? That was allergy relief, Johnny! Poor Pearl’s sinuses were acting up!
Johnny: And now the Coven is double-teaming Pearl on the outside! Willow with the bearhug, and Witch flies from the top with a crossbody!
Eddie: That’s beautiful teamwork, Johnny. The type of chemistry you get when you’re bonded by dark forces... and winning.
Johnny: Pearl gets back in at the count of six, but she’s clearly shaken up.
Johnny: Pearl somehow hanging in there—another scissored armbar!
Eddie: Will someone PLEASE save Wicked Witch—oh wait, never mind, Willow’s got it covered with a flying moonsault! YES!
Johnny: Pearl fights back with a Tooth Extractor and a huge diving elbow drop! But the Coven is relentless—another round of double-teaming! That Widow’s Peak Neckbreaker from Willow nearly took Pearl’s head off!
Eddie: It’s called precision, Johnny. Wicked Willow studied dentistry under a banshee!
Johnny: Pearl trying to build momentum—bulldogs, arm drags, she’s stringing together offense!
Eddie: Too little, too late! And now the Coven is working the ref like a voodoo puppet—look at Grizelda distracting with that cursed cat on a leash!
Johnny: Here comes Mrs. Claus again, but she gets locked in Witch’s Wrath! That Muta Lock is tight!
Eddie: Tap out, tinsel hips! Save yourself for the retirement party!
Johnny: Pearl with the save! This one’s still alive!
Johnny: Now it’s our team doing the double-teaming! Pearl with a suplex, Mrs. Claus with a nasty midsection kick—and now Pearl with a seated clothesline!
Eddie: Are we pretending Mrs. Claus actually contributed there? She might as well crochet ringside.
Johnny: Wicked Witch tags Willow back in—and Willow immediately nails Pearl with a Widow’s Peak Neckbreaker!
Eddie: Ring the bell now, it’s over! She’s done!
Johnny: Wicked Willow goes for the cover!
One... Two... Three!!!
Eddie: YESSSS! Deck the halls and pin the Claus! What a win for the Witch’s Coven!
Johnny: It’s a huge win for Willow and the Wicked Witch heading into Polar Meltdown! But let’s not forget—Mrs. Claus gets another shot at Wicked Witch tomorrow night in the Queen of the North Triple Threat!
Eddie: And after tonight, she better bring more than cookies and cheer—she’ll need a miracle. Maybe even a fourth wise man.
Johnny: We’ve got more action coming up, folks! Don’t go anywhere—Polar Power rolls on!
[CAMERA FADES OUT as Wicked Witch and Wicked Willow pose triumphantly, Grizelda cackling and Morrigan twirling a black candle behind them.]
[The camera cuts to the announce table as fans are still buzzing from the previous match. The ominous tones of both factions’ themes rumble through the arena.]
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! It’s time for a match that’s as personal as it gets—The Snake Pit taking on the Demonic Legion! And tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown, these two teams will fight for the fate of one man’s soul—Grinch Heyman’s!
Eddie: That’s right, Johnny! Paul the Grinch Heyman has the devil on one shoulder, a snake on the other, and a contract that nobody seems to read! And let me say, if anyone’s soul is worth fighting for—it’s Heyman’s. That man once sold air to a fish.
[DING DING DING]
Johnny: Leiton Snake and Abaddon starting this one off—and OH MY STARS! Abaddon lifts him up and brings him crashing down with a HELL’S FURY! A triple non-release powerbomb that just rattled the ring!
Eddie: You want to talk about fury? That was hell, alright! Leiton’s soul just left the building for a hot second!
Johnny: Abaddon going for the cover immediately—this one might be over before it even gets started!
Eddie: No way! LOOK AT THIS! Leiton Snake, somehow, SOMEHOW reverses the pin! He’s rolled through!
Johnny: He’s got Abaddon’s shoulders down!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Johnny: WHAT!? That’s it! It’s over! Leiton Snake just pinned Abaddon out of nowhere!
Eddie (hooting with laughter): HAHAHAHA! Snake Pit just slithered in and STOLE ONE, Johnny! That's how you out-demon the demons! Paul the Grinch Heyman’s plan worked to perfection! What a brilliant setup!
Johnny: Abaddon is sitting up in disbelief! Lilith is livid on the outside! And Jack Frost hasn’t even touched the mat!
Eddie: That’s efficiency, Johnny. Maximum humiliation in minimum time. And if that’s what the Legion has going into Polar Meltdown, I’d say Heyman better start planning a victory parade!
Johnny: A shocking ending here on Polar Power! Snake Pit snags a win, but the war is far from over. Tomorrow night—Snake Pit vs. Demonic Legion—ALL THREE MEN from each side, and the fate of Heyman’s soul on the line!
Eddie: I say keep it! That soul’s probably been repossessed four times anyway.
[The camera focuses on Heyman grinning ear to ear, raising the arms of Leiton and Tobias. Meanwhile, Lilith snarls at ringside as Jack Frost stands protectively in front of a seething Abaddon.]
Johnny: Stay with us, folks! The go-home show is only just heating up—we’ve still got two HUGE six-man tag matches to come tonight!
SNAKE PIT
[The camera cuts backstage, where a composed and stylish Smooth Samantha stands by with microphone in hand. Behind her, standing shoulder to shoulder, are Paul “The Grinch” Heyman—smug as ever—and all three members of the Snake Pit: Leiton Snake, Tobias Snake, and the imposing Niven Snake, who has just joined the faction. Niven wears a hooded serpent-scaled cloak, staring icily at the lens.]
Samantha: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the always... unpredictable Paul “The Grinch” Heyman and the full might of the Snake Pit—Leiton, Tobias, and now joined by Niven Snake. Gentlemen, congratulations on a... well, brief victory tonight over the Demonic Legion’s Abaddon and Jack Frost.
Heyman (grinning ear to ear, adjusting his peppermint-striped tie): Samantha, brief? That was surgical. That was divine retribution wrapped in reptilian perfection. That was the Snake Pit doing what they do best—striking when least expected. Abaddon didn't know whether he was in a wrestling match or a horror film... spoiler alert: he died in the first five minutes.
Samantha (trying not to smirk): It was certainly unexpected. But tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown, the stakes couldn’t be higher. You’re stepping into the ring with Krampus, Jack Frost, and Abaddon again—but this time, your very soul, Mr. Heyman, is on the line. How do you prepare for something that personal?
Heyman (placing a hand over his heart): Oh Samantha... that’s just the thing. You can’t prepare for it. You have to embrace it. The Snake Pit doesn’t fear monsters—we study them, dissect them, and leave them writhing in our coils. Tomorrow, I put my fate in the cold-blooded hands of my serpents. And what do I get in return? Salvation. Continuity. Revenge.
Tobias Snake (hissing under his breath): Abaddon’s power’s overrated... just a big goth with a temper.
Leiton Snake: Jack Frost melted fast tonight. Tomorrow, we leave the Legion on ice.
Samantha (now turning to the silent figure of Niven Snake): Niven, this is your first official appearance with the Snake Pit. What should the NPCW Universe expect from you tomorrow night?
[Niven lifts his head slowly, his cold stare never breaking from the camera. He says nothing—just slowly raises a finger and draws it across his throat before retreating back into his hooded stance.]
Samantha (visibly unsettled): …Chilling. Paul, final thoughts heading into tomorrow’s match?
Heyman (stepping forward): Demonic Legion, listen closely. You've conjured darkness... but we are venom. And venom spreads. So enjoy tonight, boys—hug your demons, whisper your spells. Tomorrow? My soul is staying right here, and you’ll be the ones begging the devil for a refund. Remember the House always wins!
[The Snake Pit stands tall behind Heyman as he gives a slow, sinister chuckle. The camera lingers just long enough to catch the flick of a serpent tongue from Tobias, and the deep breath of Niven as he leans into the shadows.]
Samantha (to the camera): Tensions are rising and the stakes have never been higher. Tomorrow at Polar Meltdown, it’s the Snake Pit versus the Demonic Legion—and only one faction leaves with Heyman’s allegiance.
[Cut back to the arena.]
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! Up next, we’ve got a one-on-one clash that’s sure to be vicious—Lilith of the Demonic Legion takes on the lone huntress from the Enclave… Scarlett Howl!
Eddie: This isn’t going to be a match, Johnny—it’s going to be a ritual. Lilith’s going to tie this wolf pup in knots and send her howling back to the kennel.
Johnny: I wouldn’t count out Scarlett Howl, Eddie. She’s got power, speed, and she doesn’t back down from anyone.
Eddie (snorting): Great résumé—if we were hiring dog walkers.
Johnny: And there’s the bell—Lilith wasting no time, locking in the Demon’s Embrace early!
Eddie: That’s how you do it! Wrap ‘em up and watch the light fade from their eyes!
Johnny: Scarlett breaks free with a stiff headbutt! This one’s already heating up!
Johnny: Both women sizing each other up—and Lilith goes right back to the Embrace!
Eddie: She’s obsessed, Johnny. That move’s like a second skin to her. Beautiful and deadly.
Johnny: Scarlett counters with a vertical suplex! She’s fighting fire with fire!
Johnny: Back and forth they go—another Code of Silence from Lilith!
Eddie: She’s got it deep!
Johnny: But Scarlett powers her up—Full Nelson Slam! And both women are down! What a war this is turning into!
Johnny: Lilith’s trying to wear down the ribcage with that Infernal Embrace—but Scarlett just spiked her with a pendulum facebuster!
Eddie: I think that ring just bounced!
Johnny: Superkick from Lilith! That Dread Kick nearly took Scarlett’s jaw off!
Eddie: It should’ve ended it right there! But the mutt straps in a Wolf’s Snare!
Johnny: Lilith isn’t tapping! Not yet!
Johnny: This has turned into a chess match of pain—big offense from both. Scarlett landing that Basket Buster just now may have shaken the foundations of the arena!
Eddie: She’s cheating somehow, I know it. There’s no way she should be standing.
Johnny: Scarlett hits another Wolf Trap, but Lilith stuns her with the Dark Whirlwind!
Eddie: It's like watching a possessed ballerina! Graceful chaos!
Johnny: And there’s the Winged Embrace from Lilith—but Scarlett kicks out of a pin attempt like a woman possessed!
Eddie: Or like someone who knows their expiration date is coming up.
Johnny: Tilt-a-whirl headscissors by Lilith! And now—Abyssal Slam! That might’ve knocked the air clean out of Scarlett!
Eddie: Pin her! Drain her! Sacrifice her to the abyss!
Johnny: Wait a minute! Scarlett caught her again! Wolf’s Snare is locked in!
Eddie: Not this way! NOT TO A SUBMISSION!
Johnny: Lilith's writhing—she's trying to break it—but she… she taps!! She taps out!!
Eddie: NO! That was a fluke! A FLUKE, I TELL YOU!
Johnny: Scarlett Howl with the win via submission over the dark seductress Lilith! What a battle!
Eddie: That wasn't a win, Johnny—that was a lucky twist of fate. Lilith let her have it. You’ll see tomorrow night. The Legion never forgets.
Johnny: Call it what you want, Eddie, but Scarlett Howl just made a huge statement ahead of Polar Meltdown. Stay tuned, fans—more to come on this jam-packed go-home episode of Polar Power!
Johnny: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks, and get ready because it’s FLIPPERSMANIA all over this arena! I’ve never seen so many penguin beaks in one place that wasn’t a fish market!
Eddie: Please. These people would cheer a moldy snowball if it looked like that waddling little baby bird. I’m here for the real competitor—Polar Bear 1! That bear’s got paws that punch like a snowplow with attitude.
Johnny: And don't forget what’s on the line—tomorrow night, Madman Mason teams up with Negropolis to face the NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Polar Bears, with gold on the line!
Johnny: There’s the bell and Mason charges in—belly-to-back suplex right outta the gate!
Eddie: Not bad—for someone who looks like he got lost on the way to an asylum talent show.
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 answers with a primal growl—you can feel the rumble in your ribs from here!
Johnny: Mason’s not letting up—vertical suplex! And now a spinebuster slam!
Eddie: I’ll admit it, he’s strong. Strong like someone who eats nails for breakfast—but forgets the milk.
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 gets back up with a massive paw punch! That’ll knock the icicles outta your beard!
Johnny: And now the Bear goes dirty with a claw to the face! Honest Abe gives him a glare, but no call.
Eddie: That’s just tactical fur contact! Totally legal in bear wrestling law.
Johnny: Mason rebounds—corner toss! And the Bear answers back with a bone-crushing bear hug!
Johnny: This one’s turning into a contest of brute strength—powerslam from Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: The ring shook, Johnny! Might be time for Flippers to waddle away and call it a night.
Johnny: Mason still hanging in—he’s unleashed three suplexes in this span, he’s tossing that bear like a sack of potatoes!
Johnny: And again Mason lifts him—vertical suplex! Polar Bear 1 claws right back with another eye rake!
Eddie: That’s strategy! You try wrestling someone wearing a fur coat in June!
Johnny: Mason’s going for it—overhead belly-to-belly! But Polar Bear 1 neutralizes it!
Johnny: POWERBOMB by Madman Mason!! He hooks the leg!
Referee: 1…2…
Johnny: NO! Polar Bear 1 kicks out at the last second!
Eddie: Close call! I was already planning the victory fish feast!
Johnny: Another vertical suplex, and Ace MacDougall just shouted something to Mason—he’s pointing at the Bear’s midsection!
Eddie: CHEAP! That’s scouting, not sportsmanship!
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 with a neckbreaker, but Mason shrugs it off—kick to the solar plexus!! Polar Bear 1 folds like a snow fort in spring!
Referee: 1…2…3!
Johnny: He got him! Madman Mason pins Polar Bear 1! The Misfits of Mayhem just sent a message straight into the ice-cold hearts of the champs!
Eddie: That was a lucky break! That wasn’t strategy—it was mayhem, madness, and MacDougall’s mouth!
Johnny: All I know is Flippers is doing celebratory snow angels at ringside, Mason’s eyes are bulging like a cracked snow globe, and Ace MacDougall is flapping like he’s about to take flight—the Misfits have the momentum going into Polar Meltdown!
Eddie: They better enjoy it—because tomorrow, the Polar Bears fight as one… and Flippers won’t be cute when he’s getting stomped by a glacier-sized paw.
Johnny: Stay with us, NPCW fans! The action keeps rolling on this Go-Home edition of Polar Power!
MISFITS OF MAYHEM
(The camera cuts backstage to Smooth Samantha, standing tall with her signature NPCW microphone. Behind her are the four members of the Misfits of Mayhem. Flippers is waddling around near a pile of props. Ace MacDougall is beaming, Madman Mason is pacing like a caged animal, and Negropolis looms, arms folded, face obscured behind that eerie skull mask.)
Smooth Samantha: NPCW Universe, I’m here with the team that will challenge for the NPCW Tag Team Championships tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown—please welcome the Misfits of Mayhem! And first off, Madman Mason, congratulations on your huge victory tonight over Polar Bear 1!
(Mason doesn’t respond. Instead, he locks his wild, unblinking eyes onto the camera like it owes him money. He breathes heavily, takes a sudden step forward—then abruptly turns and starts pacing behind Ace, muttering something unintelligible and twitching. He stops when he sees a stuffed white polar bear on a nearby crate. He snatches it, glares into its bead eyes... and tears its head off in one vicious jerk, tossing the body over his shoulder like it was nothing.)
Smooth Samantha (startled but maintaining composure): Uh... clearly, Mason is ready for tomorrow.
(Behind her, Flippers waddles over to the decapitated bear plush, picks up the head, and stares at it sadly. Then he looks to Mason… and gives him a disappointed flipper wave. The crowd watching at home is loving it.)
Ace MacDougall (stepping in with his booming, jolly Scottish voice): Ach, Samantha! Tomorrow night, at Polar Meltdown, we’re not just showin’ up for a match—we're piloting a high-speed snow jet straight through the heart of the tundra! The Polar Bears have had their day in the sun—well, snow—but now?
(He throws an arm around Mason, who twitches slightly but doesn’t bite.)
Ace MacDougall: Now they face the most unpredictable force this side of Santa’s naughty list! Madman Mason, the muscle of the madness! Negropolis, the bringer of winter’s end! And Flippers—
(He gestures to Flippers, who is currently trying to climb onto a stack of crates. He trips and slides backward into a roll, popping up and striking a tiny penguin fighting pose.)
Ace MacDougall (chuckling): —Flippers brings the soul. The cuteness. The... waddlin’. But don’t let the flippers fool ya. This ain’t just fun and fluff—we're here to win those Tag Team Titles.
Smooth Samantha: And what about the fans who say you’re just a sideshow? That you're... well... misfits?
(Suddenly, Negropolis shifts. Slowly, silently, he steps forward. The room seems to chill as he leans toward the microphone. Even Mason freezes. Flippers slowly turns and looks up at him, blinking. Ace and Samantha fall silent.)
Negropolis (deep, gravelly, voice—think animated Batman meets cryptkeeper):
"You call us misfits...
You think we are jokes...
But tomorrow night..."
(He turns his skull-mask toward the camera with intensity that burns through the lens.)
Negropolis:
"The Bringer of Death...
And the Madman...
Will walk out as Tag Team Champions.
And the only jokes...
Will be the fluffy...
Polar Bears."*
(He steps back into the shadows. Flippers, perfectly on cue, pulls out a tiny Polar Bear plushie from somewhere—flips it over his shoulder—and lets out a dramatic penguin “HMPH.”)
Smooth Samantha (wide-eyed): Well... there you have it, folks. The Misfits of Mayhem are ready for war, and it’s Flippersmania all the way to Polar Meltdown!
(Camera fades out with Flippers waddling across the shot, attempting a penguin cartwheel... and falling into a snowbank of prop pillows.)
Johnny: Welcome back to NPCW Polar Power, and folks, this one’s personal! Tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown, it’s gonna be Sandman and Jolly Green in a First Blood Match, but tonight—it’s Sandman vs. Jolly’s best friend, the titan of timber—Paul Bunyan!
Eddie: Oh, wonderful. Nothing screams excitement like watching a tree with legs swing his arms like a windmill. Wake me up when the Sandman puts this lumber-loser to sleep!
Johnny: And we’re underway! Sandman opens with a sharp front kick—and Paul Bunyan fires back with those thunderous power forearms!
Eddie: I’ll give Bunyan this—he hits like a freight train full of flapjacks. But Sandman isn’t a pancake—he’s the nightmare in your breakfast! Look at that beautiful backbreaker!
Johnny: Bunyan absorbs it, but Sandman stays on him! Standing clothesline—but Paul comes roaring back with the Lumberjack Lift! He gets Sandman up—gorilla press slam!
Eddie: I haven’t seen something that reckless since Flippers tried to use the espresso machine.
Johnny: Sandman now—GO TO SLEEP! He caught Bunyan flush! Goes for the pin!
Eddie: Count it! Count it, Abe! One—two—NO! Bunyan kicks out! I swear, that guy’s more stubborn than Mrs. Claus at a bake sale.
Johnny: Sandman stays on the offensive—spinning fist strike! But Bunyan hoists him again—another LUMBERJACK LIFT! These two are throwing haymakers like it’s the finals of the Yule Brawl!
Eddie: Can someone tell Abe this isn’t Snooze in the Snow? His counts are slower than molasses in the Arctic.
Johnny: We’re seeing both men digging deep now—trading big shots in the center of the ring! Sandman with a cradle suplex! Bunyan hits a kneedrop! This is turning into a war of attrition!
Eddie: And we’re only halfway through, Johnny! At this rate, we’ll need a shovel to scrape these two off the mat before Polar Meltdown even starts!
Johnny: Sandman with a backbreaker again—he’s wearing Bunyan down inch by inch!
Eddie: This is strategy, Johnny! It’s brains vs. beard out there, and the beard is losing!
Johnny: Wait a minute—Paul Bunyan answers back with a massive open-hand smash! Sandman just got his bell rung!
(The crowd roars as both men reel from the exchange—Honest Abe checks them both...)
Johnny: This one is heating up, folks—don’t go anywhere! We’ve got to take a quick break, but when we come back—it’s Part 2 of Sandman vs. Paul Bunyan, right here on Polar Power!
Eddie: Somebody bring me popcorn and a pillow! I wanna see Bunyan go down dreaming!
(Fade to commercial as the camera shows both men staggering in the ring, the tension building to a boiling point.)
Johnny: And we are back, folks! Before the break, Sandman and Paul Bunyan were locked in a seesaw war of power and pain—and they’re picking up right where they left off!
Eddie: I’ve seen glacier races with more urgency, Johnny. What is this, a logrolling contest or a wrestling match?
Johnny: Both men trading big shots now—Sandman with a front kick, but Bunyan counters with a standing dropkick! That’s 300 pounds of lumber taking flight!
Eddie: That dropkick was more graceful than Flippers doing ballet on black ice!
Johnny: Sandman answers with a sleeper hold—he’s trying to sap that freakish strength from Bunyan!
Eddie: Drain him like sap from a maple tree, Sandman! Put the big oaf to sleep and dream of victory!
Johnny: Bunyan doesn’t submit! He powers through—and now they’re throwing bombs again! Spinning heel kick from Sandman! Forearms from Bunyan! It’s a slugfest out here!
Eddie: This is what I call therapy for the violent at heart!
Johnny: Sandman tries a running bulldog—but Bunyan blocks it! And now he hits that beautiful Lumberjack Lift one more time!
Eddie: If Bunyan slams Sandman any harder, we’re going to have to rename the ring “Splintersville.”
Johnny: Another Lumberjack Lift! He’s going for the pin—wait no! Sandman kicks out at one! The Sandman still has fuel in the tank!
Eddie: What tank? That’s just adrenaline and spite. My favorite combination.
Johnny: Spinning fist strike now from Sandman! That one connected solid! But Bunyan—catches a front kick—reverses it into a standing dropkick again!
Eddie: That’s it! Stop the match! Nobody that size should be doing dropkicks and getting away with it!
Johnny: And now—oh! He lifts him up—BLUE OX BOMB!!! The powerbomb shakes the ring! He’s going for the pin!
Eddie: ONE! TWO—wait! Sandman kicks out! HE KICKS OUT! Oh come on, Abe, you counted like you were waiting for a train!
Johnny: Both men just staggering now! Bulldog from Sandman! And a flurry of offense—front kick, spinning fist strike, and—YES! GO TO SLEEP! He hit it again!
Eddie: This is it! Stick a fork in Bunyan—he’s done!
Johnny: The cover—one! Two—NO!! Bunyan with the last gasp kick-out! This place is coming unglued!
Eddie: Even the snowmen in the cheap seats are on their feet!
Johnny: Time is winding down, both men giving everything they’ve got—and neither willing to fall! Front kick from Sandman… Bunyan staggers… but he’s still up!
Eddie: These two are going to destroy each other before Polar Meltdown even starts!
Johnny: And there’s the bell! Time limit has expired! After thirty brutal minutes—this match is declared a DRAW!
Eddie: WHAT?! That’s like ordering a feast and getting a snowcone! No winner?! What kind of holiday spirit is this!?
Johnny: No winner, Eddie—but no loser either. Just two titans refusing to quit. And tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown, Sandman faces Jolly Green in a First Blood Match—and after what we just witnessed, somebody is going to bleed!
Eddie: It won’t be Sandman. The only thing Jolly Green’s going to be bleeding is envy when Sandman breaks his face open like a frozen candy cane.
Johnny: We’ll find out soon enough! Don’t go anywhere—we’ve still got more NPCW Polar Power to come!
(Camera lingers on both men staring each other down, exhausted but defiant, as the crowd gives a standing ovation.)
Johnny: And it’s main event calibre mayhem here tonight as the Blonde Bombshells square off against the cold-hearted, cold-blooded Queens of Punishment—and look at the focus on Alice as she starts us off against Crimson Viper!
Eddie: You call that focus? I’ve seen cats pay more attention to laser pointers. Alice is going to get eaten alive by the Queen of Hearts!
Johnny: Collar and elbow tie-up—Alice gets the better of it and transitions into a textbook keylock!
Eddie: Boring. I came here for punishment, not a yoga class!
Johnny: Crimson Viper fires back—Successive Snap Suplexes! Both women feeling it! And there’s the tag—Alice brings in Dorothy, and Viper wisely tags in Dark Duchess!
Eddie: This is it! My favorite Queen! The Queen of Spades! She's got more edge than a snow shovel on a sidewalk!
Johnny: Dorothy explodes with a spinebuster! But Dark Duchess spins through it—Hurricanrana! And now a third tag as Lady Frost enters the fray!
Eddie: Uh-oh. It just got chilly in here.
Johnny: Dorothy with a kick—wait! She sends Lady Frost flying out of the ring! Frost hit the floor hard, and Honest Abe is counting!
Eddie: Come on, Frosty! Get back in there and freeze somebody's hopes!
Johnny: Abe’s up to six... seven... Lady Frost is struggling to get to her feet! Nine... TEN! That’s it!!
Eddie: What?! What kind of snow queen gets counted out? She slipped on her own ego!
Johnny: The Blonde Bombshells win by count-out! And what a win for Dorothy just one night before the North Star Tag Team Title Finals! The Queens look rattled, and the Mad Hatter is NOT pleased!
Eddie: That man is yelling into his hat, Johnny. That’s never a good sign.
Johnny: And now Smooth Samantha is heading backstage—she’s going to get a word with the victors! Over to Samantha!
BLONDE BOMBSHELLS
Camera cuts backstage to the vibrant NPCW interview zone — a shimmering pink-and-gold backdrop with glittering starbursts. Smooth Samantha, perfectly poised with a mic in hand, flashes a megawatt smile as the victorious Blonde Bombshells—Dorothy, Alice, and Goldilocks—step into frame, still glowing from their win.
Samantha: [Beaming] Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with the radiant and relentless trio who just scored a massive win over the Queens of Punishment—please welcome Dorothy, Alice, and Goldilocks—the Blonde Bombshells!
The crowd can be heard cheering in the arena as the segment is piped onto the screens. Goldilocks gives a confident smirk while Alice adjusts her gloves, and Dorothy tips her gingham headband to the camera.
Samantha: First off—congratulations on that wild victory tonight! That was no small feat. But tomorrow night at Polar Meltdown? You’ve got not one, but two huge matches. Dorothy, Alice—you two are stepping into the finals of the North Star Tag Team Title Tournament against Crimson Viper and the Dark Duchess. How are you feeling heading into the biggest match of your tag team careers?
Dorothy: [Bright but fierce] Honestly, Sam—we’re ready. We’ve danced through tornadoes, we’ve fought through shadows, and we’ve come out swinging every time. The Queens might think they rule the deck—but we’re about to flip the table.
Alice: [Smirking, more sarcastic] Oh yeah. Crimson Viper and Duchess walk around like they’ve already been crowned. But tomorrow? It’s checkmate, baby. And spoiler alert? We’re the ones holding the queens by their collars.
Samantha: [Nods, turning to Goldilocks] And Goldie—let’s not forget about your match tomorrow. You’ve been added to the Queen of the North Championship Triple Threat with Mrs. Claus and Wicked Witch. That’s a battlefield if I’ve ever seen one. Are you ready to stake your claim?
Goldilocks: [Lowers her shades with a grin] I wasn’t just added, Samantha. I inserted destiny into this match. Mrs. Claus has been playing queen, and Wicked Witch? Please. It’s time for a younger, fiercer face to take the throne. I didn’t come to NPCW for porridge and fairy tales—I came to break crowns.
Samantha: [Genuinely impressed] Big words from the Bombshells—and if tonight’s victory says anything, they might just back it up! Anything else you’d like to say before the big night?
The trio exchange a knowing glance. Dorothy nods. Alice steps forward, raising her gloved hands. Goldilocks slides her sunglasses back on. The crowd on the monitors starts buzzing, knowing what’s coming.
Alice, Dorothy & Goldilocks (in perfect unison):
🎤 “We are here to blow the place up...”
All three:
🎤 “KABOOM!” 💥
With that, the Bombshells strut off the interview set, but instead of heading backstage—they veer right through the curtain into the NPCW crowd, slapping hands, striking poses, and bathing in the adoration of the audience as the fans chant “KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!” in rhythm.
Smooth Samantha turns to camera, laughing in awe.
Samantha: [To camera] Well, folks... if you weren’t excited for Polar Meltdown before, you better be now. The Bombshells are locked, loaded—and tomorrow, they just might explode into history.
Johnny: Welcome back, folks, and here we go! It’s main event time, and this one's a monster mash in every sense of the word!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, six-man chaos. You’ve got the NPCW Champion Rudolph prancing around like he’s king of the North Pole—but tonight he steps into the ring with REAL power. Real monsters. Real men—like Big Bad Wolf and the unkillable Frankenstein’s Monster!
Johnny: And we’re underway with Robin Hood starting things off against the Northern Lights Champion Big Bad Wolf—and WHOA! Wolf explodes out of the corner with a SAVAGE SPEAR that nearly cuts Robin in half!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you bring a bow and arrow to a wolf fight!
Johnny: Robin’s hanging in there—look at this—Sharpshooter locked in! Big Bad Wolf’s squirming!
Eddie: And look at Dr. Frankenstein on the outside—he’s shouting advice, screaming like he’s yelling at his third-grade science fair project.
Johnny: Wolf doesn't tap—but Robin wisely tags out to the champ!
Eddie: Here comes Rudolph—and here comes the MONSTER SQUAD! Wolf tags in Frankie, and it’s double trouble! Wolf with a Spear! Frankie with a Hip Toss!
Johnny: But Rudolph fights back with a Double Punch! It’s all breaking down fast!
Johnny: Now it’s Rudolph and Robin with some double team action! Flying Dropkick! Senton! Big Bad’s reeling!
Eddie: That’s great. Why not call Santa and have the whole sleigh team jump in? Is Dasher legal?!
Johnny: Whoa! The Monster Mash strikes back! Wolf, Frankenstein’s Monster, and even OGRE are in on the double team!
Eddie: Oh come on, Johnny, don’t act like that wasn’t beautiful. Face-scraping, body slamming, and a PILEDRIVER from Ogre! Rudolph’s getting more dropped than NPCW merchandise at the clearance table!
Johnny: He kicks Wolf out of the ring, though! And now Rudolph is trying to go after Dr. Frankenstein?!
Eddie: Oh come on, he’s a doctor, not a punching bag!
Johnny: Rudolph gets some payback with Robin and Helsing—Headbutt, Senton, Chokeslam—the teamwork is sizzling! But Wolf straps on the Lycan Lock! Rudolph might be fading here!
Eddie: Squeeze the red right outta that nose!
Johnny: Wolf tags out to Ogre now!
Johnny: Ogre and Rudolph trading bombs—PILEDRIVER from Ogre! But wait—Rudolph turns and clocks Dr. Frankenstein! The doc goes down!
Eddie: NOOOO! Not the doctor! That’s a brain worth preserving!
Johnny: Rudolph tags out to Robin Hood!
Johnny: Robin drops Ogre with a German Suplex—tags in Helsing, and the Van man is on fire! Knee Lift! DDT! Vertical Suplex!
Eddie: Yeah, but look who’s legal now—Frankenstein’s Monster! The walking wall of doom!
Johnny: And he eats a BACK TO THE GRAVE Tombstone Piledriver from Helsing! That shook the canvas!
Johnny: Frankenstein’s Monster comes back with an Axe Handle Smash, but Van Helsing’s staying strong. These two are just slugging it out!
Eddie: It’s like watching two meat grinders punch each other. And guess what? Frankie doesn’t get tired!
Johnny: Helsing tags out, and Robin’s back in—immediate double team from Frankenstein’s Monster and Ogre! Elbow Drop and Backslam—but Robin’s not down yet! He counters with a Pumphandle Kneecap Brainbuster!
Eddie: That’s not even a real move! That’s a mad lib of pain!
Johnny: Robin and Frankenstein’s Monster both hit huge moves—DDT! Chokeslam! This crowd is electric!
Eddie: And now Frankie goes for the pin!
Johnny: 1—No! Robin kicks out!
Eddie: He cheated. He must’ve had magic beans in his tights.
Johnny: Wolf is back in—and Dr. Frankenstein is back from the void, distracting the ref while Wolf nearly steals it with a pin attempt! But Robin survives!
Eddie: Don’t worry, Johnny. One more hit and Robin’ll be back in Sherwood... in traction!
Johnny: But look at that! Robin nails a Superkick and tags in Rudolph! We’re back where we started!
Eddie: And Frankenstein’s Monster is legal again. This is gonna boil over, Johnny. You can feel it...
Camera zooms in on Rudolph and Frankenstein’s Monster squaring off as the crowd roars.
Cut to commercial break as tension hits a fever pitch...
Johnny: We’re back from commercial, and folks, this one is still going! These six gladiators have torn the ring apart, and we’re only getting hotter!
Eddie: This isn’t a wrestling match anymore, Johnny—this is an avalanche of elbows, boots, and pure carnage. And I’m loving every second of it!
Johnny: Rudolph opens up this half with the REINDEER KICK! He caught Frankenstein’s Monster flush in the jaw with that mule kick!
Eddie: I think I saw sparks fly out of Frankenstein’s neck bolts!
Johnny: But wait—Frankenstein’s Monster battles back—Body Slam! Hip Toss! Two brutal pin attempts!
Eddie: That should've done it! That reindeer kicked out by pure Christmas miracle!
Johnny: But Rudolph manages to crawl to his corner—and tags in Robin Hood!
Johnny: Robin goes right into the Sharpshooter, trying to chop down the big man—but Frankie won’t tap!
Eddie: You can’t tap if your nervous system was stitched together with bootlaces!
Johnny: Tag to Van Helsing—he’s throwing bombs now—Roundhouse Right! But Frankie answers with a Hammering Axe Handle! These two are trading artillery!
Johnny: Now it’s Ogre in for the monsters! Van Helsing with a Running DDT, but Ogre stuns him with the OGRE’S WRATH! That F-5 nearly drilled Helsing into the tundra!
Eddie: Here’s the pin—1...2—NO! Rudolph makes the save! Where does he find this energy?!
Johnny: Helsing scrambles out—Robin Hood’s back in! Superkick! Pop-Up Powerbomb! DDT! He’s on fire!
Eddie: But Frankenstein’s Monster isn’t staying down—he hits a CHOKE SLAM and goes for another pin—Robin kicks out again! How many times is that?!
Johnny: Now here comes the Monster Mash again—triple team! Ogre, Wolf, and Frankie dogpile Robin Hood with boots, smashes, and the LYCAN LOCK!
Eddie: That’s poetry! That’s teamwork! That’s horror movie teamwork!
Johnny: Robin somehow counters with a desperation Apron Powerbomb, and Ogre barely makes the count back in!
Johnny: Ogre again with the OGRE’S WRATH! That HAS to be it! 1…2—Van Helsing breaks it up at the last possible second!
Eddie: Somebody glue that man to the apron! He keeps ruining everything!
Johnny: And here comes Robin with a last gasp Superkick on Big Bad Wolf!
Johnny: And there’s the bell! The time limit has expired—after 35 grueling minutes, this match is officially… A DRAW!
Eddie: NO! I want five more minutes! TEN! Somebody get the ref a new watch!
CHAOS REIGNS
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Folks, the bell has rung, the match is over... but NOBODY’S going home! This ring is turning into a war zone!
Eddie “The Expert of Elocution” Ellington: It’s like a blizzard of fists, boots, and body parts! Get security! Get Santa! Get ANYBODY!
[IN-RING MAYHEM CONTINUES]
Frankenstein’s Monster grabs Van Helsing by the throat and tries to Choke Slam him into the turnbuckle, but Van Helsing rips free with a boot to the gut—only to be leveled by Ogre’s massive forearm! On the other side of the ring, Robin Hood is staggering to his feet after that last Superkick when—
FROM UNDER THE RING — THE HOWLERS EMERGE!
Two shadowy, savage figures—the Howlers—scramble out like feral wolves, sliding into the ring with claws bared and fangs gleaming.
Johnny: Wait a second! WHO—WHO ARE THOSE TWO?! THEY’RE COMING FROM UNDER THE RING!
Eddie: It’s the Howlers! Wolf’s enforcers—those rabid lunatics from the Yukon! They just pounced on Robin Hood like a midnight snack!
Big Bad Wolf lets out a savage howl and drives his elbow into Robin’s chest while the Howlers claw and stomp at the downed archer.
FROM THE BACK—OGRE AND DRAGON KING BURST THROUGH THE CURTAIN!
Ogre, not done after his match, storms back to the ring with the Dragon King in tow. The Dragon King, decked in flaming red and gold, hurls his cloak off and charges like a predator. They make a beeline for Van Helsing and Rudolph.
Johnny: OH COME ON! Here comes Dragon King! What’s he doing out here?! That’s FOUR monsters—FIVE—SIX! This is a pack attack!
Eddie: You can’t spell ‘Meltdown’ without ‘mayhem,’ Johnny!
Dragon King nails Rudolph with a spinning backfist while Ogre lifts Van Helsing up for OGRE’S WRATH, planting him flat in the middle of the ring.
AND THEN—REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE!
The crowd explodes as the entrance ramp fills with sprinting red, gold, and silver blurs—the Reindeer Coalition is HERE!
Blitzen and Donner charge first, diving into the ring with leaping lariats that wipe out the Howlers.
Prancer and Comet follow close behind—Prancer leaps onto Ogre’s back, pounding him with rights, while Comet springboards into the fray with a comet-flip dropkick that knocks Big Bad Wolf right through the ropes!
Johnny: THE REINDEER COALITION IS HERE TO EVEN THE ODDS!
Eddie: Where did THEY come from?! This ring looks like a holiday brawl AND a monster movie rolled into one!
BRAWLS EVERYWHERE.
Frankenstein’s Monster and Blitzen are trading clubbing blows near the corner.
Dragon King tries to retreat, but Donner drags him back into the chaos.
The Howlers scramble onto the ropes—but get knocked off by Prancer’s spinning heel kick.
Van Helsing rises up like the undead himself and spears Ogre through the ropes to the outside.
Johnny: It’s a melee! A riot! A full-blown NORTH POLE PANDEMONIUM!!
Eddie: There are bodies flying everywhere—this isn’t wrestling anymore, it’s a snowball fight in hell!
FADE OUT — SHOW CLOSE
As Honest Abe throws his hands in the air and security rushes ringside with little success, the brawling spills to ringside and into the crowd. Camera flashes go off, fans are on their feet screaming, and carnage reigns.
Johnny (shouting over the chaos): WE'RE OUT OF TIME! TOMORROW NIGHT IT ALL EXPLODES AT POLAR MELTDOWN! TITLE MATCHES, GRUDGE MATCHES—AND WHO KNOWS WHO'LL SURVIVE! GET YOUR TICKETS—GET READY—GET SHELTER—BECAUSE MELTDOWN IS COMING!!!
Eddie: And bring a helmet!
[CAMERA PANS OUT on Rudolph brawling with Big Bad Wolf in the crowd, while Van Helsing stands tall atop a turnbuckle, bloodied but unbowed.]
Let the chaos commence.
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