Aired - July 5, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎬 NPCW SCROOGEMERCIAL PRESENTS…
🌟 "THE SCROOGE SIGNATURE GOLD-PLATED CHAMPIONSHIP BELT (KID-SIZED!)" 🌟
(Insert thunderclaps, guitar squeals, and the sound of a cash register slamming shut)
📺 [OPENING SCENE]
A dark, dramatic spotlight falls on Scrooge standing in front of a wall of golden NPCW title belts... all clearly made of foam and poorly painted.
🧓💰 SCROOGE (shouting like he’s trying to sell you swamp land):
“HEY YOU! YEAH YOU, THE KID WITH NO TITLE BELT AND TOO MUCH MONEY LYIN’ AROUND! Do you wanna look like a champ? Do you wanna FEEL like a champ? Then it’s time you stepped into greatness with… THE SCROOGE SIGNATURE GOLD-PLATED CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!”
🎶 Jingle begins (in over-the-top glam metal style):
🎤 “It’s shiny! It’s bold! It’s made of foam but looks like gold! IT’S THE SCROOOOGE BELT!”
📦 [CUT TO: UNBOXING SEQUENCE]
A child opens a suspiciously duct-taped box. Inside: a foam belt covered in gold spray paint, glitter, and a big glittering "$" where the NPCW logo should be.
🎙️ ANNOUNCER:
“This isn’t your grandma’s toy title belt — unless your grandma’s into DEBT and DOMINANCE!”
👦 (wearing the belt, wide-eyed): “I FEEL POORLY CONSTRUCTED YET POWERFUL!”
👧 (jealous): “I want one!!”
🧓💰 SCROOGE:
“This belt’s got everything you want in a championship—gold-colored mystery coating, scratchy Velcro closure, and a lingering scent of fraud!”
“Don’t be the only kid on your block without a belt that flakes gold paint into your cereal!!”
💥 [CUT TO: DEMONSTRATION VIDEO]
A montage of kids dramatically winning “championship matches” in their living rooms, all wearing the belt. One falls over. Another cries. Glitter explodes everywhere.
🎙️ ANNOUNCER (yelling):
“You can wrestle your brother, body slam your teddy bear, or just sit on the couch like a true CHAMPION OF LAZINESS!”
📢 BUT WAIT — THERE’S MORE (kind of):
“Order in the next 15 minutes and you’ll receive... absolutely NOTHING additional! But you will get a pre-recorded voicemail from Scrooge himself saying:”
🧓💰 (taped audio plays):
“CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMP… now go mow the lawn to pay this off!”
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📺 [FINAL SCENE: SCROOGE RIDING A SHOPPING CART FULL OF BELTS]
🧓💰 “I MADE ‘EM CHEAP AND I’M SELLIN’ ‘EM EXPENSIVE—JUST THE WAY WRESTLING DREAMS ARE BUILT!!”
🎤 Jingle outro returns:
🎶 “Strap it on, flex your might—
But don’t wear it in the rain at night!
You’re a champ, or at least you look like one—
WITH THE SCROOGE BELT—NOW HAVE SOME FUNNNNN!!!”
📜 (Legal text scrolls rapidly at the bottom):
Scrooge not liable for allergic reactions, false confidence, or children being pinned in under 5 seconds. Belts may warp near heat or sunlight. Do not attempt real wrestling. This belt has not been approved by any championship committee, real or imaginary.
SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Rudolph exiting the cage at Polar Meltdown – A tense scene as Frankenstein’s Monster lays on the mat in the background while Dr. Frankenstein shouts at him to get up.
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
SPECIAL CHALLENGE
[LIVE CROWD SHOT – NORTH POLE ARENA]
The camera pans a raucous NPCW crowd, signs waving in the air:
“We Flip for Flippers!”
“Negropolis = Nightmare Fuel”
“Ace Mac for Prime Minister!”
“MISFITS > POLAR BEARS!”
“Howlers Smell Like Wet Dog!”
[IN-RING – SPOTLIGHT ON: THE MISFITS OF MAYHEM]
The camera cuts to the ring where the newly crowned NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Misfits of Mayhem, are standing tall.
Negropolis: Silent and ominous in his long black coat and skull mask.
Madman Mason: Unhinged, twitchy, and wide-eyed, wearing his muzzle mask and bouncing in place.
Ace MacDougall: Ex-adventure pilot turned mouthpiece, dressed in a sharp red plaid kilt and bomber jacket.
Flippers the Penguin: Adorably waddling around, flapping his tiny wings and drawing chants.
The fans erupt into unified chants:
🔊 “MAY-HEM REIGNS! (clap clap clapclapclap!)”
🔊 “MISFITS! MISFITS!”
🔊 “FLIPPERS! FLIPPERS! FLIPPERS!”
Ace MacDougall raises the microphone, soaking in the adulation with a grin.
Ace: "NPCW Universe! I’m standing in this ring tonight with your NEW NPCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS — the Misfits of Mayhem!"
(Crowd roars!)
"They called us jokes. They called us clowns. But at Polar Meltdown, we out-fought, out-lasted, and out-crazied the Polar Bears! We didn’t just earn these belts — we ripped ‘em from the jaws of the top dogs!"
"And we’re just getting started! We’re not the sideshow anymore — we are the main event!"
Ace turns to gesture toward his team.
"So allow me to re-introduce you to the team that turned rejection into redemption — Negropolis and Madman Mason!"
[NEGROPOLIS SPEAKS]
Negropolis steps forward, towering and menacing. He raises the mic slowly, breathing heavily beneath his skull mask. The crowd quiets.
Negropolis: (low, grave voice) "I am the disciple of the Negronomicon... harbinger of torment... bringer of madness. I have cast shadows over lesser men, made titans tremble. I am your fear made flesh..."
(Pause as crowd watches intently.)
"But more importantly..."
(He raises his belt above his head)
"I am a MISFIT."
🔊 “NEGGIE! NEGGIE! NEGGIE!”
[MADMAN MASON & FLIPPERS TIME]
Madman Mason yanks the mic and hoists Flippers up on his shoulders.
Mason: "WHAT’S THAT FLIPPERS? Speak up! Uh-huh… uh-huh... YOU’RE RIGHT! THE WORLD HAS GONE MAD, FLIPPERS! THE VOICES WERE RIGHT — WE’RE CHAMPIONS! CHAMPIOOOOOONS!!"
(He spins in a circle, laughing maniacally.)
"They said we were delusional! But here we are, baby! All I gotta say to every doubter out there — WELCOME TO THE INSANITY!"
🔊 “MASON! MASON!”
🔊 “FLIPPERS! FLIPPERS!”
[LIGHTS DIM — WOLF HOWLS ECHO!]
Suddenly the lights drop. Bone-chilling wolf howls echo across the arena.
At the top of the ramp, the Big Bad Wolf emerges flanked by the full Wolf Pack:
The Howlers (snarling and snarling).
The sinister Moonshadow and Moon Silver.
Big Bad Wolf: "Aww... ain’t this cute. A couple of boys climbed up the ladder and found some gold. Misfits, huh? Y’know what I see? A couple of jobbers who didn’t even cut it in the Dark Dominion — now pretending to be champions."
"You may have tricked the Polar Bears, but you're not foolin' the Pack. My Howlers are hungry... and you’re tonight’s main course."
[ACE FIRES BACK]
Ace MacDougall steps forward, fierce.
Ace: "Wolf, you may huff, and puff, and bark all night long, but we’re built like the house of bricks — unbreakable, unshakable, and not backing down! We are champions, and if your pups want to challenge us tonight... then come bite, mutt!"
(Crowd cheers!)
"We beat the Bears, and we’ll bury the Pack!"
[BIG BAD WOLF’S THREAT]
Big Bad Wolf snarls, baring his teeth.
Wolf: "You don’t get it, Ace. We’re not here for games. This ain’t story time. This is the law of the jungle. And that little penguin on your shoulder?"
(He points at Flippers)
"He’s penguin tartare by the time the night’s over. AROOOOO!"
(Boos and gasps from the crowd. Mason clutches Flippers protectively.)
[CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!]
Ace: "You want a fight? Then you’re gonna get one. Tonight’s main event — The Howlers vs. The Misfits — for the NPCW Tag Team Titles! Let’s see if the wolves can handle a little madness!"
Negropolis lifts his title high.
Mason points to the Howlers, then twirls his finger at his head, signaling they're “crazy.”
Flippers flaps his wings fiercely — and adorably.
[CAMERA CUTS TO ANNOUNCE DESK]
Johnny: "There you have it, fans! The Misfits put the gold on the line — TONIGHT! Wolf Pack vs. Madness Incarnate! Who walks out with the titles?!"
Eddie: "I hope someone gets Flippers a tiny stretcher, Johnny — because his flipper fairy tale ends TONIGHT. The Pack always eats!"
Johnny: "We're just days removed from the chaos of Polar Meltdown weekend extravaganza and already the temperature is rising again here at Polar Power! We’ve got championship fallout, mystery alliances, and a main event you do NOT want to miss!"
Eddie “Expert of Elocution” Ellington: "Oh I want to miss it, Johnny. I want to fast-forward to the part where those greasy little goons the Misfits get torn apart by a real team—the Wolf Pack!"
[FADE TO COMMERCIAL]
Tonight’s main event is set — it’s Mayhem vs. the Hunt!
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 …]
Johnny: "What a way to open things here on Polar Power, folks — the Demonic Legion’s Lilith taking on the hard-hitting Pearl in what’s sure to be a brutal contest!"
Eddie: "Brutal? Johnny, this is an execution. Ever since Polar Meltdown, the Legion’s been on a tear! Lilith isn’t just terrifying — she’s got Paul ‘The Grinch’ Heyman in her corner now! That’s like giving a flamethrower to a volcano!"
Johnny: "That’s right, Eddie — Grinch Heyman’s managerial services were on the line at Polar Meltdown, and when the smoke cleared, the Demonic Legion walked away with the ultimate prize: the most devious mind in the business at their side!"
Eddie: "And what did Lilith do right after getting her hands on that contract? Just casually beat Queen of the North Champion Goldie Locks in a non-title match on last week’s aftermath show! Dominance, intimidation, and now a red-hot win streak — Pearl may be in over her head tonight!"
Johnny: "Still, Pearl is no pushover — she’s got grit, tenacity, and that brutal finishing combo she calls ‘The Tooth Extractor’ and ‘Tooth Buster.’ If anyone can weather this storm, it’s her."
Eddie: "Oh please, she’s about to be extracted from reality by Lilith! Let’s just hope she brought a nightlight — she’s stepping straight into the abyss!"
[Bell Rings — Match Begins]
Johnny: "Both women circling now... and Lilith strikes first! DARK WHIRLWIND! That Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors just sent Pearl halfway to next Tuesday!"
Eddie: "Spinning like a dreidel at a demon’s holiday party! That's what happens when you try to outdance the darkness!"
Johnny: "But wait — Pearl answers right back with THE TOOTH EXTRACTOR! That's the move that’s taken down some heavy hitters!"
Eddie: "What’s she gonna do, pull out Lilith’s fangs? Please. That woman’s made of shadow and spite, not enamel."
Johnny: "Pearl with the RUNNING DOUBLE AXE HANDLES — connects solidly! She’s firing on all cylinders now!"
Eddie: "Which for Pearl means two whole cylinders. She’s a Yugo trying to race a Ferrari of evil!"
Johnny: "Hold on, both women go for their signature attacks — ABYSSAL SLAM from Lilith! And Pearl counters with a DIVING ELBOW! Neither backing down!"
Eddie: "They may be going blow for blow, but Lilith’s packing the kind of malice Pearl’s only seen in Saturday morning cartoons!"
Johnny: "DREAD KICK by Lilith! Superkick straight to the jaw! But Pearl again returns fire with a HURRICANRANA — these two are throwing everything they’ve got!"
Eddie: "Pearl better save some energy for the drive to the emergency room. Grinch Heyman’s got a plan brewing, I can smell it — and it stinks of sulfur and success!"
Johnny: "And there it is! INFERNAL EMBRACE! Lilith’s signature bodyscissors locked in!"
Eddie: "Squeezing tighter than Aunt Patty at Thanksgiving. Pearl’s about to find out what it means to be hugged by hell itself!"
Johnny: "Pearl tries to break it, goes airborne — BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX! She’s still alive in this one!"
Eddie: "Barely. More like twitching."
Johnny: "Heyman’s on the apron—HEY! Grinch just SLAPPED Pearl from behind the ref’s back!"
Eddie: "Tactical brilliance, Johnny! It’s not cheating, it’s creative corner coaching!"
Johnny: "‘Honest’ Abe missed it, and Lilith capitalizes — DEMON’S EMBRACE! She’s wrenching that Code of Silence in DEEP!"
Eddie: "Pearl's face is turning redder than Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve!"
Johnny: "Still no tap! Pearl digs down deep — THE TOOTH EXTRACTOR! AGAIN! Can she finally put Lilith away? Here’s the cover—ONE! TWO—NO! Lilith kicks out!"
Eddie: "You’re not pinning the Queen of Shadows with that molar move. She doesn’t fear dental work, Johnny!"
Johnny: "The action’s relentless — TOOTH BUSTER by Pearl! Lilith staggered — but wait, Lilith fires back with a Vertical Suplex!"
Eddie: "It’s like watching a horror movie fight a Hallmark movie, and guess what — Freddy Krueger’s winning!"
Johnny: "Pearl’s rocked — and LILITH HITS ANOTHER DARK WHIRLWIND! This time, she hooks the leg!"
Eddie: "Count it, Abe! One! Two! Three! That’s it! Light goes out, darkness wins — and Lilith just added another cracked gem to her trophy shelf!"
[Bell Rings — Lilith Wins]
Johnny: "What a vicious performance from Lilith — and I gotta give credit to Pearl, she gave it everything she had, but the Demonic Legion gets another notch on their dark record!"
Eddie: "Pearl should go back to brushing and flossing — she doesn’t belong in the same ring as the dark dominion. Lilith’s just proven once again why she’s the most dangerous woman in NPCW!"
Johnny: "And Grinch Heyman’s grin says it all. The Demonic Legion has momentum heading into July, and nobody is safe!"
[Camera pans Lilith standing in the ring, arms outstretched, Grinch Heyman cackling at ringside as the lights dim and red smoke floods the stage.]
Johnny: "We'll be right back with more action on Polar Power — but after that, who wants to follow Lilith?"
Eddie: "Not me. Not without a holy water bath and three exorcists!"
POLAR MELTDOWN RECAP
🎞️ [VIDEO PACKAGE: POLAR MELTDOWN RECAP]
🎵 [Upbeat cinematic orchestral theme with rising drums and heroic tones]
KC Rogers (voice-over):
"It was a night frozen in legend... and burned into the history books of the North Pole Championship Wrestling."
🎞️ [Clips of the snowy arena, fireworks going off, fans in Santa hats cheering wildly.]
KC Rogers:
"Polar Meltdown delivered the sizzle, the shock, and the soul of NPCW — starting with the long-awaited return of the Holiday Hero himself... Santa Claus!"
🎞️ [Footage of Santa emerging from the entrance ramp,flanked by Bernard as the crowd erupts.]
KC Rogers:
"But this wasn’t just a return — it was a warning: Santa’s not done with Frankenstein's Monster, and the war is far from over."
🎞️ [Cut to Robin Hood hoisting the Northern Lights Title after getting Big Bad Wolf to say I QUIT.]
KC Rogers:
"Then, in a shocking upset, Robin Hood claimed the Northern Lights Championship — only to lose it the very next night... to the terrifying Abaddon."
🎞️ [Slow motion of Abaddon rising behind Robin Hood, then delivering his finisher and pinning him in a Triple Threat match.]
KC Rogers:
"But the winds of change weren’t done blowing. The Misfits of Mayhem — Negropolis, Madman Mason, and their adorable wildcard Flippers — did the unthinkable."
🎞️ [The Misfits hitting their finisher on the Polar Bears and celebrating with Flippers waddling around the ring.]
KC Rogers:
"From punchline to powerhouses — the Misfits became the NEW NPCW Tag Team Champions!"
🎞️ [Hard cut to Goldilocks holding up the Queen of the North title while Dorothy and Alice raise the North Star Tag Team titles.]
KC Rogers:
"And it was a fairytale ending for the Blonde Bombshells — Goldilocks becoming Queen of the North, while Dorothy and Alice etched their names in history by capturing the North Star Tag Team Championships!"
🎞️ [Black-and-white flashes of Rudolph and Frankenstein’s Monster inside the steel cage, ending with Rudolph landing his final strike and escaping through the cage door.]
KC Rogers (more dramatic):
"But in the main event… it was a war of attrition, of blood and will, as Rudolph defended the NPCW Championship inside a steel cage against Frankenstein’s Monster. And when the dust settled… the Red-Nosed Warrior still stood tall."
🎞️ [Clip of Rudolph, bloodied, pulling himself up and raising the title high.]
KC Rogers:
"Polar Meltdown shook the foundations of the NPCW… and the aftershocks are just beginning. Welcome... to the fallout."
🎵 [Music swells into a dark, powerful crescendo as the screen fades to black with the NPCW Polar Power logo.]
Johnny: "We’re back here on Polar Power, and up next we’ve got a chilling clash—Frosty the Snow Brawler goes one-on-one with the Monster’s Bash wrecking ball… Ogre!"
Eddie: "More like Frosty the Melted Joke, Johnny. This match is already over—just call the snowplow, and let’s get Frosty scooped off the mat."
Johnny: "Frosty’s no pushover, Eddie. He’s tough, resilient, and the fans love him!"
Eddie: "The fans love corn dogs too, but you don’t see them winning matches. Ogre’s a monster—Dr. Frankenstein’s greatest success story! He’s not going to be fazed by a jolly old snow globe in boots."
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: "AND HERE WE GO! Ogre comes out swinging and—OH! OGRE’S WRATH right out the gate!"
Eddie: "See? Told you. Ogre doesn’t warm up—he crushes!"
Johnny: "But Frosty shakes it off—Frozen Fist right to the face! He’s not backing down!"
Eddie: "It’s adorable. Like watching a snowman try to fight a wrecking ball with icicles."
Johnny: "Back and forth action now—Frozen Fist! But Ogre responds with a Piledriver! This is heating up!"
Eddie: "Heating up? You’d think Frosty would be more worried about that!"
Johnny: "Ogre’s power is on full display—but Frosty with a BLIZZARD BUSTER! That might’ve cracked the ice shield of the big man!"
Eddie: "Not enough, Johnny. Not nearly enough. Ogre’s not some cartoon villain you can knock over with a Christmas pun."
Johnny: "Snow Globe Spin from Frosty! The crowd is on their feet!"
Eddie: "Yeah—and Ogre’s about to knock them back into their seats. OGRE’S WRATH AGAIN!"
Johnny: "Frosty kicks out! Incredible resilience from the snow warrior!"
Eddie: "I don't believe it. That must’ve been instinct—he’s got no brain, just twigs and frozen mashed potatoes in there."
Johnny: "Now Frosty with a Stove Top Hat Headbutt! Ogre stumbles back—but here comes the SLEDGE TO CHEST!"
Eddie: "That’s it! Shovel up the pieces and cue the curtain. Nobody gets up from a double dose of that sledgehammer smash!"
Johnny: "ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! Ogre picks up the victory!"
Eddie: "And balance is restored to the world! One more delusional snowman melted and left in a puddle of defeat!"
Johnny: "Frosty gave it everything he had, but tonight, the raw force of Monster’s Bash was too much to overcome. Dr. Frankenstein has to be proud."
Eddie: "He should be! That’s science, Johnny! You take muscle, aggression, and a lack of remorse… and you make a masterpiece like Ogre."
Johnny: "Folks, we’ve got more action coming up, but for now, Ogre stands tall—and Frosty… well, he’s going to need a serious cold pack after that one."
[Cut to replays of key moments: Blizzard Buster, Ogre’s Wrath, Sledge to Chest finish.]
Johnny: "Welcome back to NPCW Polar Power, folks—and it’s time for tag team action! The beloved Merry Band—Friar Tuck and Little John—are set to face the mighty and merciless Ares and Mars, the self-proclaimed Gods of War!"
Eddie: "Self-proclaimed? Johnny, these are literal gods in human form! You think Friar Tuck and Little John are going to stop divine destruction? That’s like throwing a loaf of bread at a tank!"
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: "And we’re underway—Friar Tuck starting things off with a big SPLASH on Ares! The ring just shook, and Ares felt every bit of it!"
Eddie: "Yeah, he felt it… then probably laughed. You think that barrel-shaped butterball is going to stop a god of war? Please."
Johnny: "Mars tags in—and gets flattened with a Cross Body Block! Tuck is rolling!"
Eddie: "Rolling is all he does! That’s not offense—it’s gravity!"
Johnny: "Tag to Little John now… but Ares storms back in—SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! He just leveled the big man!"
Eddie: "Finally! Some real action! Little John walked into that like a man late for church—straight and slow!"
Johnny: "Back and forth here, but Tuck is back in and lands a SNAP SUPLEX on Mars! The crowd is loving this underdog spirit!"
Eddie: "They love fairy tales, Johnny. But reality is, these two are out of their depth. You don’t swing ale mugs at Olympians and expect to win!"
Johnny: "Another Cross Body from Tuck! He’s got momentum! Wait—tag to Little John… we're seeing a double team now!"
Eddie: "Oh great, it’s a pub brawl now. KEG CRUSHER from Tuck, and a nasty Shoulder Claw from John! These guys are fighting like it's tax season in Sherwood Forest!"
Johnny: "Mars throws Friar Tuck to the outside—but wait! Someone from the crowd just hit Tuck with a cane! What the—?"
Eddie: "YES! YES! FINALLY! Divine intervention, Johnny! Maybe it was an oracle! Maybe it was divine punishment for bad cardio!"
Johnny: "This is outrageous! Tuck is out cold! Referee Honest Abe makes the count—and that’s it! Mars and Ares win by count out!"
Eddie: "Another victory for the divine! The Gods of War don’t need miracles—they just need opponents dumb enough to show up!"
Johnny: "Friar Tuck gave it everything, but in the end, something—or someone—from the shadows made the difference. And you know what, Eddie? I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of this mystery fan interference."
Eddie: "I hope we do! They’re my new favorite tag partner! Move over Little John, cane guy’s the MVP!"
Johnny: "This one ends in controversy, folks. But the Gods of War move forward with another win—albeit a tainted one. More NPCW action coming up!"
INTRODUCING THE MIGHTY GODS
[CAMERA FADES IN – The scene is bathed in golden light, with columns draped in white linen behind the interview setup. Ares and Mars stand imposingly in the frame, sweat still glistening from their match. Between them stands an older man with flowing white hair and a braided silver beard wearing a sharp grey business suit—his piercing eyes radiating authority. Next to him, regal and fierce, stands a woman in huntress garb: leathers, silver-plated bracers, and a golden circlet set with a sapphire. Smooth Samantha stands ready, mic in hand.]
Smooth Samantha (brightly): “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the victors of tonight’s tag match—Ares and Mars—but they are not alone tonight. I have been told this is far more than just a post-match interview… this, apparently, is the revelation of something… divine.”
[Samantha cautiously extends the microphone toward the older man, who slowly lifts his hand, commanding attention without a word. The air seems to shift.]
Zeus (booming, calm voice like thunder on the horizon): “Mortals… rejoice. The heavens have opened, and the gods have descended. The days of hiding in myth are over. The era of the divine has returned—and it begins here in NPCW.”
[Ares nods, arms crossed. Mars clenches his fists, pacing slightly behind Zeus like a predator.]
Zeus: “I am Zeus… Father of the Gods. King of Olympus. Ruler of thunder and sky. My sons—Ares, god of war, and Mars, the destroyer of empires—were sent to this realm to scout the battlefield. And now that they have witnessed the competition firsthand, the judgment is clear.”
[He looks directly into the camera. Lightning flickers in the background with an eerie hum. Not real lightning—but it feels like it could be.]
Zeus (thundering): “This place… is weak. Your champions are jesters. Your warriors are mortals masquerading as legends. But now—immortality stands before you. The Gods have come not just to conquer—but to be worshipped.”
[Athena steps forward now, her voice sharp and wise.]
Athena: “I am Athena. Goddess of War. Goddess of Wisdom. Goddess of the Hunt. And I have marked your champions… each one will be tested in battle. I see your queens, your warriors, your false idols—and I will break them with precision and strategy the likes of which your primitive minds cannot grasp.”
[Zeus places a powerful hand on her shoulder, nodding proudly.]
Zeus: “We are not here to play your games. We are not here to earn your respect. We are here to take your thrones, your titles, your glory—because it was always ours. We are not challengers… we are inevitability.”
[Ares steps up, eyes burning.]
Ares: “Every champion in this place is marked. We’ve spilled blood for centuries. What do you think your little tag teams and factions can do that hasn’t already been crushed under Olympus' heel?”
Mars (grunting with a wicked grin): “Let them fight back. Let them scream. It’ll only make the conquest sweeter.”
Zeus (staring into the camera one final time): “NPCW, tremble… for the gods walk among you. And your reckoning… has only just begun.”
[The group slowly walks off as thunder rumbles faintly. Smooth Samantha is left staring after them, visibly shaken.]
Smooth Samantha (softly, almost whispering): “…Back to you at ringside, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Fans, welcome back to Polar Power, and it’s time for a matchup that’s got all the tension of a midnight hunt—Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack going one-on-one with Mina Harker of the Hunters’ Enclave! And Eddie, this one’s got some bite to it, if you know what I mean!”
Eddie: “You know what it’s got, Johnny? An out-of-her-mind vampire cosplay reject trying to mess with a trained apex predator. Moonshadow is dangerous, sleek, and backed by the entire Pack. Mina? She’s got issues.”
[Bell rings!]
Johnny: “Right out the gate, Moonshadow goes for the ropes—OH! A rake to the eyes! And Mina answers with a bodyscissors sleeper! These two are wasting no time!”
Eddie: “Look at that! That’s not strategy from Mina—that’s desperation. She’s been acting weird for weeks, Johnny. Mumbling to herself, showing up to the arena early and lurking in the shadows. She used to be focused… now she’s just feral!”
Johnny: “You’re not wrong. Ever since Polar Meltdown, Mina’s been walking a darker path—and tonight, it’s showing. That Black Widow Octopus Hold had some extra venom behind it!”
Eddie: “She needs therapy, not a wrestling ring. Look at Moonshadow—Dragon Sleeper into a full Lunar Lariat! She’s keeping her cool like a real predator. That’s discipline!”
Johnny: “But Mina fires back! Another bodyscissors sleeper! Eddie, her offense may be intense, but it’s methodical too. She’s keeping Moonshadow’s air supply limited—she’s like a serpent tightening the coil.”
Eddie: “She’s a nut job, Johnny! And that’s dangerous. I don’t care if she’s good—she’s unstable! She keeps this up, she’ll start drinking wolf blood out of a goblet before the end of the night!”
Johnny: “Okay, that’s a little much—BUT I’ll admit, Mina’s pace is unrelenting. Big spinning neckbreaker! She’s chaining together offense like a woman possessed.”
Eddie: “Meanwhile, the Wolf Pack is trying to even the odds! And let’s not act like that’s unfair—they’re just reminding her who she’s dealing with. This is a pack fight, Johnny. Wolves don’t fight fair—they fight smart!”
Johnny: “Even with distractions and a slip of a foreign object from the Pack, Mina doesn’t lose focus! There’s the Nocturnal Neck Bridge! And a HURRICANRANA! She’s pulling out everything!”
Eddie: “It’s called flailing, Johnny. That’s not wrestling—she’s in survival mode. It’s all instincts and madness!”
Johnny: “Madness or not, she just planted Moonshadow with a Tornado DDT! She’s got her hooked—ONE! TWO! THREE!”
[Bell rings – crowd explodes!]
Johnny: “That’s it! Mina Harker scores a huge win over Moonshadow in a brutal, hard-hitting match! The darker side of Mina might be emerging—but it brought her victory tonight!”
Eddie: “She’s not right, Johnny. I don’t care if she won—there’s something off about her lately. If I were the Hunters’ Enclave, I’d lock up the garlic and keep the lights on at night, because Mina’s acting more like a monster than a slayer.”
Johnny: “Say what you will, Eddie, but she just outlasted and outwrestled one of the Wolf Pack’s most dangerous tonight. What does this mean for the Enclave—and for Mina herself? Stay with us, folks, more NPCW action coming up!”
Johnny: “This is what it’s all about, folks—the Northern Lights Championship on the line! Abaddon, the monstrous new champion of the Demonic Legion, defends his title for the second time since Polar Meltdown Aftermath, where he shocked the world by defeating Robin Hood just 24 hours after Robin won it!”
Eddie: “Yeah, and Robin barely had time to warm up the belt! Abaddon didn’t just take the title—he burned it into his legacy. And now this glorified motivational speaker Lion wants to play hero? Please.”
Johnny: “Lion has been rising through the ranks for months, Eddie. A top-10 contender, built like a tank, and the heart of a champion! This could be his moment.”
[Bell rings!]
Johnny: “Here we go! Collar-and-elbow tie-up—Abaddon with a suplex! Lion answers with a spinning heel kick! The big cat is not backing down!”
Eddie: “That’s cute. Lion’s all flash. But Abaddon? He hits like a hammer forged in the underworld. That throat punch—vintage Demonic Legion!”
Johnny: “Lion still fighting—wait! He’s going up top! LION’S LEAP!! Top rope splash connects!! He’s got Abaddon down!”
Eddie: “It’s called a ‘desperation dive,’ Johnny. And it won’t last. Look—Abaddon just walked through that like it was a breeze. Kneelift! NETHERSTRIKE! And now—HELLFIRE PLEX!!”
Johnny: “Abaddon throwing Lion around like a rag doll now—but Lion counters! FULL NELSON LOCKED IN! He’s trying to wear the champion down!”
Eddie: “Trying, Johnny, and failing! You can’t out-muscle a demon! You can’t out-heart a horror movie villain!”
Johnny: “Still, Lion won’t give up—another flurry—but Abaddon catches him! HELLFIRE PLEX AGAIN! My goodness, the impact!”
Eddie: “That’s not just a suplex, Johnny—that’s a soul eviction! Lion’s getting mailed back to the Serengeti in pieces!”
Johnny: “Hold on—Abaddon has him up—HELL’S FURY! The triple non-release powerbomb! This is bad!”
Eddie: “It’s over, Johnny. Pack up the jungle, because the Lion’s been declawed!”
Johnny: “One! Two! THREE! Abaddon retains!”
[Bell rings – crowd reaction is mixed, with strong boos from fans of Lion and cheers from the Demonic Legion supporters.]
Johnny: “Dominant defense from the Northern Lights Champion! Lion gave it everything he had, but Abaddon is a different kind of monster!”
Eddie: “Lion gave it everything? Maybe, but everything from him just isn’t enough. This is Abaddon’s kingdom now, Johnny. And with Lilith and Grinch Heyman backing him, the Demonic Legion is casting a very long, very dark shadow over NPCW.”
Johnny: “Fans, you’ve got to wonder—who, if anyone, can stand toe-to-toe with this nightmare of a champion? We’ll be right back with more action—stay with us!”
RUDOLPH - CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE
Scene: Backstage interview area, NPCW logo glowing behind the set. Smooth Samantha stands beside the rugged, battle-worn Rudolph, the North Pole Champion, his antlered hood pulled down, championship gleaming over his shoulder. The lighting is slightly moody... and in the deep background, barely visible, is a figure in the shadows—Grinch Heyman—silently observing.
Smooth Samantha (bright, professional): “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—the North Pole Champion, the leader of the Reindeer Coalition... Rudolph!”
[Crowd cheers from the arena feed.]
Rudolph (calm but intense): “Thanks, Samantha. Always a pleasure.”
Smooth Samantha: “Let’s talk about Polar Meltdown, Rudolph. You and Frankenstein’s Monster inside a steel cage—it was brutal, it was personal... and you walked out victorious. How does it feel?”
Rudolph (sternly): “It was the fight of my life. That cage didn’t just keep the Monster in—it kept everyone else out. Just me and the beast. I had to survive... and I did more than that. I won. That wasn’t just for me—that was for the Coalition... for the Pole.”
Smooth Samantha: “Speaking of which—Santa Claus made his return that same night. The fans were thrilled. What did you think of the big man coming back to NPCW?”
Rudolph (avoiding): “Santa’s return... it is what it is. He’s back. I’ve got my hands full holding this championship and leading the Reindeer Coalition into battle. Whatever Santa’s plans are... that’s his business.”
Smooth Samantha (pressing slightly): “Well, one thing is your business... That moment during the cage match—when you used a key to escape. A key we later learned was inside an envelope given to you by none other than Grinch Heyman. What was that about?”
[Rudolph pauses, a shadow of concern or discomfort flickering in his eyes. His voice lowers slightly.]
Rudolph: “I can’t speak to Grinch Heyman’s intentions. I don’t know why he does what he does... or why he gave me that envelope. All I know is—I was inside that cage, fighting for my life. That key... it was a way out. I took it. I made a choice.”
Smooth Samantha: “Do you think there’s more to this than meets the eye?”
Rudolph (gruffly): “There always is, Samantha. Especially in NPCW.”
[As Rudolph walks off, the camera lingers... and slowly pans back to the shadows. There, barely visible in the dim corridor, stands Grinch Heyman—hands folded, lips curled in a sinister smirk. He says nothing. He doesn’t move. He watches.]
[Fade out.]
Johnny: “Alright folks, we’re back in action here on Polar Power and what a showdown we’ve got lined up—Queen of the North Champion Goldie Locks going one-on-one with the icy glare of the Wolf Pack’s own Moon Silver! And while the title isn’t on the line tonight, you better believe pride—and positioning—is!”
Eddie: “Positioning? The only thing Goldie Locks should be positioning is herself at the end of the line! Moon Silver is faster, stronger, and smarter! This isn’t a shampoo commercial—this is wrestling, and she’s about to get mauled!”
Johnny: “Both women slow to start—cautious, testing each other’s defenses. A few tie-ups and breaks... both wrestlers trying to feel the other out.”
Eddie: “Goldie’s probably confused there’s no mirror in the ring. She’s trying to fix her hair while Moon Silver’s lining her up for impact!”
Johnny: “And there it is! Moon Silver grabs control with that HOWLING SLAM! She just planted the Queen like a sapling in the tundra!”
Eddie: “That's what I’ve been saying! The Wolf Pack doesn't care about royalty—they hunt royalty! She’s howling for blood now!”
Johnny: “But wait! Goldie’s firing back! She grabs the arms—DOUBLE WRIST CLUTCH PIN! Nearly got her! But Moon Silver gets her shoulder up—only to spring forward with that ALPHA STRIKE! A spear right to the midsection!”
Eddie: “That’s the Silver flash! Fast, fierce, and fabulous. Unlike Goldie who’s probably wondering what just happened to her tanning appointment!”
Johnny: “Now Goldie’s grabbing hold—TWIN CITY TWISTER SURFBOARD! She’s got it cinched in, stretching the spine of Moon Silver!”
Eddie: “Ref, check those boots! There’s no way this hairspray model has this kind of torque legally!”
Johnny: “She’s not letting go—still wrenching it in! And Moon Silver refuses to tap... for now!”
Johnny: “She’s not done yet—Goldie Locks goes for it again! TWIN CITY TWISTER SURFBOARD—deep, locked in, and Moon Silver has nowhere to go! She’s tapping!”
Eddie: “No! No! That’s not fair! Her tailbone’s just overconditioned, that’s not a submission!”
Johnny: “The Queen of the North proves why she wears the crown—Goldie Locks gets the win over a very game Moon Silver, and that’s got to rattle the Wolf Pack!”
Eddie: “Rattle? Please. This was a fluke. Moon Silver was distracted by the glare coming off Goldie’s lip gloss. Next time, it’ll be the Queen howling in defeat!”
Johnny: “Another big win for the Blonde Bombshells—and a reminder that Goldie Locks isn’t giving up that crown without a fight! Don’t go anywhere, folks—more NPCW action still to come!”
Johnny: “Here we go, folks! What a main event clash we’ve got tonight—Santa Claus himself stepping into the ring with the monstrous Dragon King of Monster’s Bash! And don’t forget, Dr. Frankenstein’s ringside, ready to stir up trouble!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny. Santa’s been wheezing down chimneys for centuries—he should be in a rocking chair, not a wrestling ring. The Dragon King’s gonna toast this overcooked ham.”
Johnny: “Dragon King wastes no time—slams Santa hard to the mat! And now the power game is on full display! Santa looks a step behind early on!”
Eddie: “Of course he is! You try carrying around that belly like a bowl full of jelly! The Dragon King is royalty—he’s not here to sit on anyone’s lap!”
Johnny: “Wait a minute! Bernard tried to sneak in a cheap shot—but Dragon King saw it coming and reversed it! And now he plants Santa with a spike piledriver! What awareness from the monster!”
Eddie: “Smartest guy in the ring is still the Dragon King—and the smartest guy outside is wearing a lab coat! That’s teamwork!”
Johnny: “But Santa fights back—he delivers a GOOD TIDINGS slap right to the crown of Dragon King! And now a TINSEL TOSS! Belly-to-belly suplex with authority!”
Eddie: “He should be disqualified for excessive cheer!”
Johnny: “Santa’s digging deep here—he’s absorbing punishment and dishing it back! Reindeer Charge! Down the Chimney Splash! He’s pulling out every holiday special in the book!”
Eddie: “This is absurd. What’s next? A candy cane leg drop? The man has no business hanging with the Dragon King!”
Johnny: “Dragon King showing signs of fatigue—Frankenstein shouting instructions from ringside—and now a Dragon Bomb! But Santa somehow kicks out! The jolly juggernaut survives!”
Eddie: “No no no! That was a slow count! Honest Abe is clearly on the Naughty List!”
Johnny: “And now Santa’s got momentum—Jingle Bell Buster! TINSEL TOSS! Dragon King is down!”
Eddie: “Get up! Get up, you scaly miracle of science!”
Johnny: “SANTA GOES FOR THE COVER—1...2...3! HE DID IT! SANTA CLAUS HAS BEATEN THE DRAGON KING!”
Eddie: “This is a travesty. Christmas is ruined. Somebody get the North Pole on the line and file an official complaint!”
Johnny: “Say what you want, Eddie—Santa Claus may have come to town, but tonight, he took the fight to the Monster’s Bash and proved he’s still got magic in those boots!”
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
Live from the Commissioner’s Box high above the North Pole Arena
(The scene cuts to the regal but ever-quirky Commissioner’s Box. Commissioner Cratchit looks worn down but determined, his glasses slightly askew. Beside him, the icy stare of Special Advisor Ebenezer Scrooge keeps things tight and tense. Director of Rules and Regulations Fenwick Grimbough is furiously flipping through parchment notes, while Executive Assistant Tilda Thimblewhistle types quietly on a peppermint-striped typewriter.)
Commissioner Cratchit (softly): “Ladies and gentlemen of the NPCW Universe, thank you once again for making Polar Power one of the most magical spectacles in professional wrestling. Your cheers, your passion, and your unwavering support give us the strength to—”
Scrooge (cutting in sharply): “Yes yes, thank them, cheer their names, now onward, Cratchit. Time, unlike contracts, does not renew itself.”
(Cratchit gives a polite nod and adjusts his spectacles.)
Commissioner Cratchit: “Ahem. We’ve concluded our Summer Roster Review, and while it’s never easy, certain changes must be made to ensure our sleigh runs smoothly. As of today, the following performers have had their contracts downgraded to Reserve Status. That means they are no longer guaranteed monthly appearances, but may still be called upon should opportunity arise.”
(Tilda hands him a scroll. Cratchit unrolls it solemnly.)
“From the Reindeer Coalition: Cupid, Dancer, Dasher, and Vixen
From Snake Pit: Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake
The Three Amigos
The Tinsel Twins: Sparkle and Twinkle
And the aerial oddities known as The Flying Monkeys.”
(Murmurs ripple through the crowd.)
Fenwick Grimbough (muttering): “Performance clauses were... underwhelming. Metrics reviewed. Cookies crumbled.”
Commissioner Cratchit: “We thank them for their past contributions and hope to see them back in action, should the occasion—and their effort—call for it.”
(He tries to smile, but Scrooge immediately leans forward.)
Scrooge (sternly): “And let this be a warning to the rest: Your presence in the NPCW is earned, not gifted. You must perform, and ensure your performance fees are paid. This is a business, not a charity bake sale!”
(Tilda sighs quietly and offers Scrooge a peppermint—he declines.)
Commissioner Cratchit (nervously continuing): “B-but don’t worry—new stars are already lighting the North Pole sky. As you saw earlier tonight, we proudly welcomed Athena, goddess of the hunt, and Zeus, Lord of Olympus. Expect more arrivals soon as we shape the future of this grand league.”
(A festive graphic pops on screen: SNOWFLAKES swirl into… GIFT BOXES!)
Commissioner Cratchit (smiling now): “And now for some exciting holiday news! The July 26th episode of Polar Power has been moved to Friday, July 25th for a special… Christmas in July spectacular!”
(Snow falls from the rafters above the Commissioner’s Box. Tilda presses a candy-cane button and festive music plays briefly before Scrooge kills the jingle with a glare.)
Commissioner Cratchit: “On that episode… every NPCW title will be on the line! But there’s a twist: The champions will not know who they’re facing until that night… when they receive their opponent’s name as a secret gift—straight from our special Polar Power Present Pile!”
(Tilda opens a nearby ornate sack labeled “Polar Power Presents,” filled with sealed scrolls tied with red ribbon.)
Fenwick (droning): “All randomized. All binding. All dramatic.”
Scrooge (grumbling): “Hmph. Surprises lead to losses. And broken ornaments.”
Commissioner Cratchit: “It’s about the spirit of unpredictability, Mr. Scrooge.”
(Cratchit stands proudly, rallying the fans.)
Commissioner Cratchit: “So mark your calendars, NPCW faithful! July 25th… titles on the line… surprises under the ring and beyond. It’s the most unexpected time of the year!”
(Camera zooms in on the Polar Power Presents Sack as festive music swells again. Fade out on Scrooge groaning, Cratchit nodding, and Fenwick furiously highlighting paperwork while Tilda ties a bow on the envelope marked “TOP SECRET: MAIN EVENT.”)
Johnny: "Welcome back to Polar Power, folks, and we are moments away from our Main Event! The NPCW Tag Team Titles are on the line as the unhinged, unpredictable Misfits of Mayhem defend against the savage, feral fury of The Howlers!"
Eddie: "You mean the future champions, Johnny. The Howlers are the real deal. Madman Mason and Negropolis? Please. One’s a walking headache, and the other’s what happens when a graveyard learns to wrestle."
Johnny: "Say what you want, Eddie, but the Misfits have survived war after war—and tonight may be their toughest test yet. The Wolf Pack is lurking, and The Howlers are known for their relentless tag style."
Johnny: "Bell rings—and chaos immediately! Both teams jumping into action, and Honest Abe’s already losing control! We’ve got a four-man melee in the ring!"
Eddie: "That’s not wrestling, that’s bumper cars with brain damage. The Howlers taking advantage—Howler #1 plants Mason with the HOWLER DROP! And there’s the JUMPING ELBOW from Howler #2!"
Johnny: "Negropolis retaliates—THROW OUT OF RING on Howler #1! And Madman Mason hoists him up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX! These teams aren’t holding anything back!"
Eddie: "They shouldn’t! This is their one shot. But the longer this chaos goes on, the more it favors The Howlers—they don’t get tired, they get meaner."
Johnny: "Double team action now as Howler #1 and #2 isolate Madman Mason! SAMOAN DROP! JUMPING ELBOW DROP again! This pack mentality is brutal, and Mason’s in real trouble."
Eddie: "Just tag out, you lunatic! Negropolis is right there, probably humming funeral music!"
Johnny: "Wait—Madman Mason out of nowhere with a SPINEBUSTER! And he scrambles—there’s the tag to Negropolis! The big man’s in and he’s throwing thrust kicks like candy at a parade!"
Eddie: "The Howlers are staggered! Negropolis with the BLACK DOOM! That could’ve knocked the teeth off a werewolf!"
Johnny: "Howler #2 now trying to slow things down—but Madman Mason tags back in and lands a PSYCHOTIC BREAK! The Misfits showing off that unique synergy of chaos and precision!"
Eddie: "Unique is one word. I’d say deranged. And now they’re double-teaming again! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY from Mason! THRUST KICK from Negropolis!"
Johnny: "The crowd is eating this up—polar pandemonium! But Howler #2 reverses the next double team! He drops a KNEE right into Mason’s sternum and drags himself over for the tag!"
Eddie: "Here comes Howler #1! SCOOP SLAM on Negropolis! And a quick tag back out—now the Howlers are tagging like a well-oiled machine. The champions are on the ropes!"
Johnny: "Madman Mason tags back in—we’re seeing everyone in the ring again! DOUBLE HURRICANRANA from Negropolis on Howler #2! BIONIC ELBOW from Howler #1 on Mason! This is absolute mayhem!"
Eddie: "This is what a title match should be—no wasted movement, no mercy! Now everyone’s down and out—the Wolf Pack is shouting at ringside, Ace is pounding the mat—FLIPPERS IS FLAILING!"
Johnny: "Hold on—Negropolis up first! He hits a SNAP SUPLEX on Howler #1! He hooks the leg—Honest Abe slides in—"
Crowd: "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
🏆 WINNERS AND STILL NPCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS:
MISFITS OF MAYHEM
(Negropolis pins Howler #1 with a SNAP SUPLEX)
Johnny: "He got him! Negropolis scores the pin! The Misfits retain!"
Eddie: "NO! That was highway robbery! The Howlers had this! Someone check that count! That referee’s beard is too honest for his own good!"
Johnny: "Madman Mason and Negropolis escape with the gold after a tag team war! The titles stay with the Misfits of Mayhem—barely! What a way to close out Polar Power!"
Eddie: "Don’t get comfortable, Johnny. The Wolf Pack doesn’t forget. And I guarantee you The Howlers will come howling back for blood."
Johnny: "We’ll see you next week, NPCW fans—same time, same snowstorm! Good night from the North Pole!"
Excellent show
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