Aired - July 12, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🐍 THE COBRA CRACKSHOT XR MARK II™
“Strike First. Miss Often. Reload Slower.”
[🎄 OPEN ON: A foggy, neon-lit toy store aisle. Synth music blares. A flurry of snow. The screen glitches slightly like a worn-out VHS tape.]
ANNOUNCER (V.O.):
🎙️ "It’s BACK... and somehow WORSE."
[SMASH CUT: Lightning strikes. The screen flashes red. A snake hisses. Standing in a plume of dramatic fog is EBENEEZER SCROOGE, decked out in an overly dramatic toy executive suit—with fingerless gloves and mirrored shades.]
SCROOGE (booming):
💰 “You ungrateful little scamps wanted it—and now you’ve got it! The Cobra Crackshot XR MARK II™ has slithered outta toybox hell and BACK into your childhood nightmares!”
[🎯 CUT TO: Two radical ‘80s kids in denim jackets wildly pumping the air rifle as it wheezes like an asthmatic accordion. BBs fly in every direction but the target. One hits a fruitcake. Another ricochets off a plastic snowman.]
KID #1 (cheering):
“Whoa! I almost hit something!”
SCROOGE (smirking):
🧣 “That’s 50% more accuracy than the original!”
[🧪 CUT TO: A blueprint animation of the "features."]
**"VENOM-GREEN" decals that glow in theoretically visible light
Pump Action with NEW Wrist-Strain™ Technology
“Sometimes Working” Safety Button™
Holds 17 BBs… but only fires 6 (on a good day)
KID #2 (yelling):
“I think I just hit my cousin!”
[CUT TO: Cousin in background with an eye patch and hot cocoa, giving a thumbs-up.]
SCROOGE (cackling):
🎁 “Ha! That’s holiday memories you’ll never forget… unless it causes light concussion!”
[🚨 CUT TO: MASSIVE RED TEXT spinning across the screen with flashing lightning.]
🕶️ "THE COBRA CRACKSHOT XR MARK II™"
🚫 NOW LEGALLY BANNED IN FOUR TOWNSHIPS!
🛠️ BUILT FOR ADVENTURE. ENGINEERED FOR CHAOS.
SCROOGE (leaning toward the camera, whispering):
💸 “Get it now before lawyers shut us down again!”
🎶 [CUE THE JINGLE – 80s synth rock with cheesy vocals] 🎶
🎵 “It hisses! It misses! It’s wildly unsafe!
Cobra Crackshot’s back—and it’s still second-rate!”
MARK TWO! MARK TWO! You know what to doooo!” 🎵
[📺 STATIC FADES OUT as a warning flashes:]
⚠️ “Eye protection not included. Probably should be. Don’t tell your mom.”
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:
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.
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.
(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
Cut to the packed arena. Fans are on their feet, waving signs like “FLIP FOR FLIPPERS!” “I’m a Disciple of the Negronomicon!” and “Sandman 4 Santa!” Spotlights move across the audience.]
[Camera zooms in on a fan dressed in full skull face paint, wearing a homemade “DISCIPLE OF NEGRONOMICON” shirt. He shout “NEGROPOLIS IS #1”.]
[Cut to ringside where the announce desk is lit in full NPCW glory.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (grinning): "Hello and ho-ho-ho from the North Pole Arena! It’s Saturday night, and that means it’s time once again for the frozen fury, the festive fracas, the over-the-top action that can only come from NPCW — Polar Power, Episode SIXTEEN! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels—"
Eddie Ellington (interrupting with a smug grin): "—and I’m the reason you’re still watching, The Expert of Elocution, the Sultan of Strategy, the Brains Behind the Mic—Eddie Ellington! And Johnny, let’s be honest, this crowd is wild tonight. You’d think Flippers was handing out free cocoa."
Johnny (chuckling): "He might as well be! The Flippers-mania continues, but don’t let that fool you—there’s some serious business happening tonight. Three blockbuster matches on tap, and they all carry big-time implications!"
Eddie (smirking): "Let’s talk about the real headliner—Sandman vs. Blitzen. This is the match that should decide the next title contender! The Sandman is a cold-blooded technician and a visionary in violence! If there's any justice left in the NPCW — and there rarely is — this man will be wrestling for gold soon."
Johnny: "Blitzen, one of Santa’s fiercest reindeer, might have something to say about that. But you're right, Eddie. Sandman has been on a roll... and tonight, that freight train runs straight into the Reindeer Coalition."
Eddie: "Freight train? He’s a nightmare on skates, Johnny. Blitzen's gonna get sand-blasted."
Johnny:
"And that’s not all. For the first time since their bitter fallout, we’ll see Regina the Evil Queen face off against Crimson Viper the Queen of Hearts. This is personal, this is venomous, and tonight, one of them is walking away with their crown cracked."
Eddie: "Oh, I can’t wait. The Royal Bloodbath! And speaking of dangerous royalty… our main event tonight could change everything in the Queen of the North division. Lilith takes on Moonshadow—number one contendership on the line!"
Johnny: "Two of the most dangerous women in NPCW. Moonshadow wants her place back at the top, but Lilith? She’s backed by Grinch Heyman and the Demonic Legion. A win tonight could tip the balance of power in the women’s division."
Eddie: "And with the Wolf Pack somewhere lurking… it's not just a match, it’s a prophecy waiting to unfold."
Johnny: "The snow’s falling outside, but it’s about to heat up in here! We’ve got action, drama, and—wait for it—"
Eddie (rolling his eyes): "Let me guess, the weekly ramblings of our part-time Commissioner?"
Johnny: "That’s right! It’s time to head to the Commissioner’s Box for this week’s edition of… The Commissioner’s Decree!"
[Cue transition to the Commissioner’s Box, fade out with NPCW logo stamp.]
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
[Scene opens with a wide, theatrical shot of the frosted windows and antique décor of the NPCW Commissioner’s Box, perched high above the North Pole Arena. A blazing fireplace crackles off to one side. A warm amber glow highlights the mismatched group within.]
[At the oversized, snow-dusted oak desk sits Commissioner Cratchit — hunched over, pale, and exhausted, sipping from a mug that reads “One More Decree and I’m Free.” His eyes look like they haven’t seen a nap since Flippers debuted.]
[Standing looming over him with that signature condescending smirk is EBENEEZER SCROOGE — Special Advisor to the Commissioner. Dressed in a tailored pinstripe robe and icy blue scarf, he radiates smugness like it’s cologne. He’s tapping his gold-topped cane on the desk impatiently.]
[On a plush leather settee near the fireplace lounges FENWICK GRIMBOUGH, the shadowy Director of Rules and Regulations — a grim-faced dark elf in a three-piece suit, his eyes buried in a thick rulebook, a monocle dangling precariously from one ear.]
[Behind the desk, arms crossed and steely-eyed, stands TILDA THIMBLEWHISTLE, Executive Assistant Supreme, clipboard in hand. Her look could freeze magma.]
Cratchit (clearing his throat weakly):
“Good evening, NPCW fans. From all of us in the Commissioner’s Box… thank you once again for tuning in to Polar Power and for supporting another—yawn—incredible evening of holiday havoc and heartfelt competition.”
[Scrooge rolls his eyes so hard they almost knock over the snow globe on Cratchit’s desk.]
Scrooge (snapping):
“Yes, yes, the usual groveling and sentiment—GET ON WITH IT, CRATCHIT. Time is money, and you’re burning both!”
Cratchit (sighing deeply, then reluctantly reading from a parchment handed to him):
“...By decree of the Special Advisory Office… the NPCW is proud to present the first-ever… SUPER FAN CONTEST.”
(He looks up, visibly unsure if he read that right)
[On-screen graphic: a glittering banner drops in, reading “THE NPCW SUPER FAN CONTEST – SCROOGE POINTS EDITION!” Fireworks animation sounds extremely budget-conscious.]
Cratchit (forcing enthusiasm):
“One lucky fan will win… the ultimate prize… a dinner with none other than Ebeneezer Scrooge himself.”
(He stares blankly at the camera for a long beat. Even Fenwick looks up, raising one brow)
Scrooge (beaming proudly):
“That’s right! One lucky little commoner gets to dine with me. At a 3.5-star establishment of my choosing — no substitutions, no requests, no refills!”
Cratchit (resigned):
“To enter… you must collect Scrooge Points between now and October 1. The fan with the most points will win.”
[On-screen text appears: “SCROOGEPOINTS.np — Sign up today!” A flashing disclaimer below reads: “An administrative fee of $49 applies.”]
Cratchit (monotone):
“You can earn Scrooge Points by attending NPCW events… purchasing Fan Passes… and receiving bonus points for each officially licensed NPCW Scrooge Toy you buy.”
[Cut to short clip: a sad child hugging a stiff, talking Scrooge plush toy that says “That was a wasteful decision!”]
Scrooge (leaning in with devilish glee):
“Sign up now for your chance to take me to dinner — and maybe I’ll let you pay! Don’t miss your shot at mediocrity!”
[Behind them, Fenwick slowly lowers his book, deadpan.]
Fenwick:
“If the prize is dinner with you, is it really winning?”
[Tilda sighs and glances at her clipboard, then exchanges a weary look with Fenwick. The two silently shake their heads in unison like a school principal and librarian watching a talent show spiral out of control.]
[Camera slowly zooms out as holiday music with a sinister minor-key jingle version of “Deck the Halls” plays. Cratchit rests his head on the desk. Scrooge straightens his scarf like he just invented the concept of greed.]
[FADE TO BLACK with the icy, jingling NPCW logo.]
Johnny: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Polar Power — and we’re starting things off with a clash of styles and chaos! The enigmatic, unpredictable Cheshire Cat, backed as always by the demented Mad Hatter, takes on the swashbuckling powerhouse of the seven seas… Sinbad!"
Eddie: "Oh great, the wandering sailor vs. the prince of precision. This won’t take long. Cheshire Cat's IQ is higher than Sinbad's boat draft. Let’s get this over with so we can talk about real talent."
Johnny: "And right out of the gate, Sinbad takes control with a nasty Inverted Facelock Backbreaker! He’s showing off that core strength early!"
Eddie: "Sure, Johnny, if you like meathead brawling. But this isn’t an arm-wrestling contest at sea — it’s a wrestling match, and Sinbad’s out of his depth."
Johnny: "Cheshire Cat counters with that acrobatic Standing Diamond Dust! That came out of nowhere!"
Eddie: "Of course it did! He’s a genius with a grin — he probably dreamed it up mid-air! Sinbad's lucky he still remembers his name!"
Johnny: "Sinbad looked like he was setting up the Treasure Chest Suplex but wait — Cheshire Cat slithers out and traps him in a Rear Naked Choke! That’s textbook mat work!"
Eddie: "That's not mat work, that's artwork. Sinbad thought he was on the top deck, but he just walked into a mental maze. That’s why Cat always smiles — he’s three steps ahead!"
Johnny: "Both men turning up the tempo! Cheshire hits a Hurricanrana—but Sinbad answers with a huge Inverted Tornado DDT! This crowd is on fire!"
Eddie: "That’s not fire, it’s confusion. They're shocked Sinbad hit something that wasn’t a clubbing forearm. Don't worry folks — Cheshire’s still got him right where he wants him."
Johnny: "Cat soars with the Coffin Drop! Incredible elevation—BUT SINBAD pops up with a Running Head Kick! He caught him flush on the jaw!"
Eddie: "Yeah, but you know what happens when you kick a cat, Johnny — they land on their feet and claw your eyes out later."
Johnny: "And there it is again! Sinbad with another Inverted Tornado DDT! Cheshire Cat didn't see it coming that time!"
Eddie: "He didn’t need to. He’s just lulling Sinbad into a false sense of success. You’ll see. He’s got this planned. It’s… it’s strategy. I think."
Johnny: "Both men trading heavy offense now! Dropkick from Cheshire! Short Arm Lariat from Sinbad! Neither giving an inch!"
Eddie: "Sinbad should give up and sail off into a fog bank. Cheshire’s playing with him like a bored housecat. Any second now, he pounces."
Johnny: "Cheshire Cat back in control! Hurricanrana! Beautiful execution!"
Eddie: "Textbook! He’s an aerial artist. Meanwhile Sinbad’s best move is hoping gravity helps."
Johnny: "Not so fast! Sinbad with a Discus Back Elbow! Cheshire ate that one square!"
Eddie: "Hey, even great minds take naps. The Cat's fine. Probably just daydreaming about the next ten moves he’s gonna hit."
Johnny: "Sinbad again with that Inverted Facelock Backbreaker! That’s becoming a weapon tonight!"
Eddie: "Okay, okay, he’s persistent. Like a barnacle. But Cheshire's durability is legendary. He’s gonna bounce back — I feel it."
Johnny: "Wow! Yoshi Tonic from the Cheshire Cat! But Sinbad fires back with another Discus Back Elbow! This is becoming a war of attrition!"
Eddie: "Mad Hatter’s yelling strategy from the outside — WHAT’S THIS?! SINBAD STRIKES THE HATTER! NO! That’s uncalled for! That’s an artist, a visionary—an NPCW treasure!"
Johnny: "Well, he won’t be interfering now — Mad Hatter is down and out! That’s a huge factor gone!"
Johnny: "Cheshire grabs the arm—Fujiwara Armbar! But Sinbad manages to stay standing and delivers another Lariat! The back-and-forth just won’t stop!"
Eddie: "You know what else won’t stop? This injustice! Hatter’s unconscious and Sinbad’s not disqualified?! What does Honest Abe think this is, a pirate movie?"
Johnny: "And Cheshire hits another slick Hurricanrana! He’s not going quietly into that good night!"
Eddie: "That’s right, Johnny. He’s a Cheshire Cat, not a chump. He’s biding his time—wait for it, he’ll trap that seafaring slug!"
Johnny: "Oh no! Cheshire goes for the Spike DDT—but Sinbad muscles him up and plants him with the Treasure Chest Gutwrench Suplex! HE HOOKS THE LEG—"
Referee: "ONE… TWO… THREE!"
Johnny: "HE GOT HIM! SINBAD JUST PINNED THE CHESHIRE CAT!"
Eddie: "This is highway robbery! Petty larceny at sea! Cat had it! Hatter was down! The refs are blind, the crowd is biased, and Sinbad should be banned from dry land!"
Johnny: "Nonetheless, a big win for Sinbad here tonight, and a hard-fought battle by both men. This one could’ve gone either way!"
Eddie: "Ugh. Wake me up when the Queen of Hearts wins later. I’m emotionally devastated."
MERRY BAND’S DIVINE MESSAGE
The camera fades in on a warmly lit dressing room, adorned with old tapestries, wooden weapon racks, and a lute resting in the corner. The members of The Merry Band are deep in hushed conversation. Robin Hood stands, arms crossed, near a bench where Maid Marion sits. Little John is leaning against the wall with arms folded, and Friar Tuck polishes a flask on a nearby table.
Maid Marion (quietly, not realizing the cameras have started rolling): “What was in that envelope, Robin… the one Grinch Heyman handed you?”
Robin Hood (glancing toward the door): “It was nothing, Marion.”
Maid Marion (not buying it): “Nothing? You don't stare at ‘nothing’ for thirty seconds like the weight of Nottingham is on your shoulders. That envelope had something in it. Something big. Why else would you have agreed to face Abaddon?”
Robin looks away, clearly conflicted. Before he can answer, the door opens and Smooth Samantha enters with a cameraman behind her.
Smooth Samantha (bright and poised): “Robin, Marion, Merry Band — mind if we interrupt?”
Robin spins around smoothly, his charming grin returning like a mask being placed over concern.
Robin Hood (cheerfully): “Samantha! A delight, as always. Come in, come in. The Merry Band never turns away a lady — or a camera.”
Smooth Samantha (smiling): “Well, there’s a question on everyone’s mind tonight. Robin, you had a brief reign as NPCW Northern Lights Champion — any regrets about how that ended?”
Robin’s smile falters just for a moment, then he waves it away with a flick of his wrist.
Robin Hood (brushing it off): “Regrets? No, no. Regret is for tyrants and taxmen. My time may have been short, but it was noble — and earned. But tonight’s not about the past. It’s about what lies ahead… and that brings us to Zeus and his Gods of War.”
He straightens up, eyes narrowing with purpose as he addresses the camera directly.
Robin Hood: “They march into NPCW wearing gold, cloaked in thunder and Olympian pride — claiming divinity, demanding reverence. Well, let me tell you something, Lord Zeus: the Merry Band have stood tall against kings, despots, warlocks and wolves. We are not royalty. We are not gods. We are the people’s resistance. Commoners, yes — but legendary in our defiance.”
Little John (with a grunt): “They bleed like the rest, don’t they?”
Friar Tuck (sipping from his flask): “Glory belongs not to those born on pedestals, but to those who climb them.”
Robin smiles at his companions before continuing.
Robin Hood: “So let them bring their lightning and their smug prophecies. We’ll meet them with arrows and oak. The Merry Band may be outnumbered, outmuscled — but we’ve never been outhearted.”
Samantha, sensing the momentum, leans in one more time.
Smooth Samantha: “One last question, Robin — about that envelope Grinch Heyman handed you last week. Marion seemed curious…”
Robin pauses — the fire in his eyes dims just a touch, and his smile tightens.
Robin Hood (after a beat): “Some things are best left in the forest shadows, Samantha. For now… all that matters is the fight ahead.”
Maid Marion watches him closely. The tension between them hangs in the air like a drawn bowstring.
Smooth Samantha (gently): “Fair enough. The Merry Band, everyone — and they’ve got their sights set on the gods.”
The camera begins to pull back as Friar Tuck strums a single somber note on the lute, and Little John cracks his knuckles. Tilda Thimblewhistle’s voice can be heard faintly over the PA somewhere backstage announcing the next match, but the camera lingers on Robin and Marion for just a second longer — her hand barely brushing his arm before the screen fades to black.
Johnny: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! We're heading into Match 2 of the night, and the fur is about to fly — literally! The towering titan from the timberlands, Paul Bunyan, is set to square off against the vicious alpha of the Wolf Pack, Big Bad Wolf! Eddie, this one could shake the icicles off the North Pole roof!
Eddie: Shake the roof? Please. Paul Bunyan moves like a glacier, Johnny. Meanwhile, Big Bad Wolf is lean, mean, and smells blood. He’s got the Wolf Pack in his corner and an attitude you can’t chop down with an axe.
Johnny: There's the bell, and here we go! Both men circling cautiously—OH! Big Bad Wolf just grabbed Bunyan by the beard and raked his face right across the mat!
Eddie: That’s called redecorating, Johnny! Give Bunyan a nice canvas burn to go with his lumberjack plaid. This is called asserting dominance.
Johnny: Now Wolf Pack causing a ruckus ringside—and Honest Abe misses it! One of them just grabbed Bunyan’s legs—come on! That’s a distraction tactic!
Eddie: That’s strategy, Johnny! Something Bunyan clearly lacks. Maybe if Paul spent less time singing to blue oxen and more time watching tape, he wouldn’t fall for it!
Johnny: Wolf is relentless—another face grind! He’s mauling Bunyan like a chew toy! But wait—Paul fires back! Huge forearm smash from the lumbering lumberjack!
Eddie: How?! That forearm came from the Rocky Mountains! Wolf got rocked!
Johnny: Both men trading shots now—Big Bad Wolf with a Savage Spear out of nowhere! But Bunyan answers with a Power Forearm! These two are throwing hammers!
Eddie: I think I saw splinters fly off Bunyan. Probably from his own chest.
Johnny: Wolf Pack AGAIN getting involved! Holding Bunyan’s legs—this is outrageous!
Eddie: Johnny, it's teamwork. You think Zeus got to the top alone? It’s called a pack for a reason!
Johnny: But Bunyan’s not done yet—LUMBERJACK LIFT! He just hoisted Big Bad Wolf over his head like a stack of pine logs! Tremendous strength!
Eddie: I think the ring shifted, Johnny. I swear I saw the mat buckle. Bunyan might be too strong to be legal.
Johnny: Paul firing up now—backbreakers, forearms—he’s chopping Wolf down to size! But Wolf reverses a strike—PACK LEADER SUPLEX! Vintage Wolf!
Eddie: That suplex echoed all the way to Red Riding Hood's cottage! Wolf with the pin—NO! Bunyan kicks out again! Somebody glue this man to the ground!
Johnny: Twenty minutes in and these two are still slugging it out! The stamina on display is incredible. Wolf with the Lycan Lock! Dragon sleeper applied!
Eddie: Tap, Bunyan, tap! Nobody escapes the Wolf's jaws!
Johnny: Bunyan rolls through—how is he still conscious!?
Johnny: It’s a brawl! Open hand smashes, bearhugs, axehandle swings, airplane spins! Bunyan is throwing the whole lumber yard at Wolf!
Eddie: Wolf counters with another Savage Spear! It's like getting hit by a semi with teeth!
Johnny: Wait! In the final seconds—Abdominal Stretch by Big Bad Wolf! He’s grinding him down!
Eddie: Pin attempt! ONE! TWO—NO! Bunyan kicks out again!
Johnny: And there’s the bell! It’s a 30-minute draw! Both men gave it everything and refused to stay down!
Eddie: Draw?! That’s ridiculous! Wolf dominated the entire match! If those logs Bunyan calls legs weren’t made of oak, this would’ve been over in ten!
Johnny: Call it what you want, Eddie, but tonight we saw two titans clash, neither willing to yield. The fans are on their feet—and deservedly so!
Eddie: What a waste of fur and flannel, Johnny. Wolf Pack should’ve brought a chainsaw.
Johnny: Stick around folks — still a lot of action ahead tonight on NPCW Polar Power! Up next: Regina vs. Crimson Viper — don't go anywhere!
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! This one’s going to be a collision of styles—on one side, the unbreakable bond of Robin Hood’s Merry Band, and on the other... the venomous, cold-blooded tag duo known as Leiton and Niven Snake!
Eddie: Let me stop you there, Johnny. If brains were boots, those Merry Men would still be barefoot. The Snakes are dangerous, tactical, and most importantly—not weighed down by church bells or tankards of ale.
Johnny: And we’re underway! Friar Tuck wasting no time—clamps on a sleeperhold, trying to drain Leiton early!
Eddie: And Leiton answers with a facebuster! That’s called a wake-up call, Johnny! Maybe Tuck should go back to the monastery and study how not to get embarrassed!
Johnny: Tuck tags in the big man—here comes Little John! And he flattens Leiton with a back smash! That’s 300 pounds of justice!
Eddie: That wasn’t justice, Johnny, that was clumsy! That man couldn’t sneak up on a glacier!
Johnny: But here comes Niven Snake! And just like that, the brothers Snake are tagging in and out—look at this beautiful double-team combo! Deadlift Powerbomb—followed by a Buckle Bomb!
Eddie: Poetry in motion, Johnny! Those Snakes could teach a masterclass in efficient destruction!
Johnny: Oh come on! That’s the second time they’ve double-teamed Little John—Honest Abe needs to get a handle on this!
Eddie: Honest Abe is letting the match flow, Johnny. Maybe you should too. This is the Snake's jungle now!
Johnny: Leiton with a diving somersault neckbreaker—Little John is struggling! He needs to tag!
Eddie: But he’s stuck in the coils, Johnny! He’s like a squirrel in a python cage—cute, slow, and doomed!
Johnny: But wait—Little John finally breaks free with a burst of power—arm drag series out of nowhere! And he gets the tag to Friar Tuck!
Eddie: Great! Now the warm-up act is back in. Someone wake me when the Snake brothers end this.
Johnny: Tuck and John get a little retribution—some solid double-teaming of their own now! Splash from Tuck! Headlock punches from Little John! Leiton’s getting rocked!
Eddie: Don’t celebrate yet! Leiton just absorbed that and answered back with a Buckle Bomb! That's called return-to-sender!
Johnny: But Friar Tuck turns it around! Bear Hug! The Keg Crusher! He’s squeezing the sin right out of him!
Eddie: He’s trying to turn Leiton into communion wine! Somebody stop this priest!
Johnny: Near-fall attempt—one, two—NO! Little John with the save! This crowd is erupting!
Eddie: Save? No, that was desperation. If brains were bricks, these two wouldn’t finish a shed.
Johnny: And now it's an all-out brawl! Headlock punches, shoulder claws, axe handles—the ring is chaos!
Eddie: And yet the Snakes are still slithering through the madness, Johnny. You can't stomp out instincts that deadly!
Johnny: Final minutes now—Tuck with a rolling scissors! Little John with a backbreaker! Niven just got leveled by a CROSS BODY!
Eddie: You’d think with that much body mass, something would stick—but Niven still kicks out!
Johnny: Time’s winding down—Friar Tuck clamps on another sleeper! But the bell rings! The time limit has expired!
Eddie: No! That can’t be right! The Snakes were just about to finish their prey!
Johnny: It’s official! 30 minutes—no winner. This one's a draw, but the fans are on their feet! What a war between these two duos!
Eddie: Draw? That’s a win for the Snakes if you ask me. Merry Band survived by the skin of their teeth—probably because they prayed for it!
Johnny: Don’t go anywhere folks—more action still to come here on NPCW Polar Power! Up next: Regina vs. Crimson Viper!
QUEENS OF DESPAIR
[Camera fades in to Smooth Samantha standing backstage with her trademark smile. She’s dressed sharp, but slightly tense, as she stands beside two imposing figures: the imperious Regina the Evil Queen and her dark-hearted ally, Malice. Both are clad in obsidian and crimson ring gear—Regina’s cloak flaring dramatically behind her. Malice has her arms folded, glaring daggers off-camera.]
Smooth Samantha: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm joined backstage by Regina—the Evil Queen herself—alongside the ever-dangerous Malice. Regina, in just moments you step into the ring with Crimson Viper, but first… the wrestling world wants answers. Just days ago, you and Malice officially split from the Queens of Punishment. What led to this... dramatic change?"
[Regina slowly turns to Samantha, her voice like velvet over ice. Every word is deliberate, dripping with disdain and regal authority.]
Regina: "Why, Samantha... isn’t it obvious? When a kingdom rots, you don’t rebuild the walls—you burn the throne and build anew. The Queens of Punishment were once a vision of dominance, but under Mad Hatter’s… mismanagement?"
[She sneers.]
"It crumbled into chaos. Foolish riddles. Wild theatrics. And zero results."
Malice: "We were held back, Samantha. Sidelined. Treated like pawns in someone else’s twisted tea party. But that ends now. We don’t answer to clowns in top hats anymore—we command fear on our own terms."
Smooth Samantha: "So what’s next? Are you declaring yourselves a new team?"
[Regina’s lips curl into a chilling smile. She steps forward slightly, glancing briefly at her reflection in the ornate mirror before locking eyes with the camera.]
Regina: "Oh, Samantha… you may call us many things. Vicious. Ruthless. Unrelenting. But now—call us by our rightful name: the Queens of Despair."
[A long pause. Malice nods slowly. Suddenly, a looming shadow steps into frame. The crowd gasps as a massive figure moves in behind them—stone-faced, broad-shouldered, and cloaked in black leather and fur. The hooded man removes his hood to reveal a rugged, grizzled face. It’s the HUNTSMAN.]
Regina: "And to ensure no one tries to outfox us in the night… we’ve brought along a little insurance. The one who stalks the forests of fairy tales. The man who knows how to cut out a heart without blinking. The Huntsman now serves us—not Snow White. And certainly not the Queens of Punishment."
Malice: "Let them try to jump us now. Let Hatter send her little cat. We’ve got a beast of our own."
Smooth Samantha: "And finally, Regina… Crimson Viper awaits. Any words for your opponent?"
[Regina lifts her chin slightly, her voice a venomous whisper.]
Regina: "Let the serpent slither. Let her hiss and strike. But tonight, the serpent faces a Queen. And when the crown comes down... it crushes."
[With that, Regina and Malice turn on their heels. The Huntsman trails behind them like a specter of vengeance. The camera lingers on Samantha, clearly rattled.]
Smooth Samantha: "...Back to you at ringside. Things just got dangerous in the women's division."
Johnny: Welcome back to NPCW Polar Power, folks! We’ve got a high-stakes clash up next as Regina the Evil Queen steps into the ring against The Queen of Hearts, Crimson Viper! And you can feel the tension, Eddie!
Eddie: Johnny, I haven’t seen this much royalty in one building since I had dinner with the Duchess of Denmark. You've got the Queen of Despair, the Queen of Hearts, and two managers who belong in separate fairy tales—and probably padded rooms!
Johnny: And don’t forget—this is Regina’s first match since declaring the formation of the Queens of Despair alongside Malice. And she’s brought a towering bodyguard in the Huntsman! That’s a dangerous new element ringside!
Eddie: Finally someone smart enough to bring backup who doesn’t wear a teapot hat and giggle at riddles. The Huntsman is the real deal. Look at him—he hasn’t blinked once since he walked out here!
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: And here we go! Collar and elbow tie-up—Regina with a HAIR MARE! She’s making a statement early!
Eddie: But here comes Crimson Viper with a belly-to-back suplex! Viper’s not intimidated one bit! This isn’t her first royal rumble, Johnny!
Johnny: Second minute in—Crimson Viper hits a release German suplex! Regina crashes hard!
Eddie: That’s how you send a message—Viper might have fangs, but she’s showing fang force!
Johnny: Regina now with a stomp to the head, fighting back—but—wait a minute!
Eddie: CONFETTI?!
Johnny: It’s the Mad Hatter! He just threw confetti in Regina’s eyes! What is this circus?!
Eddie: Distracting? Sure. Illegal? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely! I love it!
Johnny: Crimson Viper’s not wasting time—another release German! Regina’s getting tossed around like a cursed apple at a school lunch!
Eddie: This is why you don’t underestimate the Queen of Hearts—she’s been dethroning fools left and right since Valentine's Day!
Johnny: Sitout powerbomb! Regina’s in trouble! And now—look at this—OFF WITH THEIR HEADS clothesline!!
Eddie: Regina might’ve just seen seven dwarves and a few stars, Johnny!
Johnny: Cover! One! Two—No! Regina kicks out!
Johnny: Another German from Viper! And another pin! Just a one-count this time—but Regina’s barely holding on!
Eddie: She might want to call the Huntsman for more than just intimidation at this point! Maybe grab a white horse and ride outta here!
Johnny: Wait—Regina’s trying to rally—she counters with a HAIR MARE! But Viper has the SHARPSHOOTER LOCKED IN!
Eddie: Middle of the ring! No escape!
Johnny: Regina’s screaming—She’s got nowhere to go—SHE TAPS! REGINA TAPS OUT! Crimson Viper wins it!!
Eddie: Whoa! That’s a major statement! The Queen of Hearts just made the Evil Queen submit! I haven't seen royalty humbled like that since that time Prince Charming ran from a tax bill!
Johnny: And look at Mad Hatter! He’s dancing around ringside like he just solved a riddle no one asked!
Eddie: Meanwhile, the Huntsman’s just standing there like a statue. You think he’s plotting revenge or just bored stiff?
Johnny: Whatever it is, you can bet Regina and Malice won't take this lying down. The war between the Queens of Despair and the Queens of Punishment just got personal.
Eddie: Get ready for chaos, Johnny. Because this fairy tale's about to get violent.
Johnny: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks, and up next—Jack Frost of the Demonic Legion, with Grinch Heyman and Lilith by his side, takes on the mighty Lion of the Wizard’s Warriors!
Eddie: Mighty? Please. That Lion's more like a shaved housecat who wandered into the wrong zoo. Jack Frost’s about to put him on ice for good.
Johnny: Bell rings and here we go—Lion launches right out of the gate with the Lion’s Leap! No wasted motion tonight!
Eddie: And Jack Frost saw it coming a mile away! He reverses midair and look at Lilith! She just clawed Lion’s face like she was opening a gift box!
Johnny: Jack Frost now lighting up Lion with those ICY EDGE knife-edge chops, but Lion fires right back with another Lion’s Leap! These two are throwing bombs early!
Eddie: I’ve seen snowballs with more brains than Lion. Why leap into the blizzard twice?
Johnny: Frost looking for WINTER’S WRATH—he’s got it locked in early!
Eddie: This is what happens when you pit a thinking man’s wrestler like Jack Frost against a glorified mascot. Lion escapes somehow, but that took everything out of him!
Johnny: And Lilith is up on the apron! What is she doing now?
Eddie: Distracting the ref, obviously. She’s doing God’s work. Let the artists create while she handles the paperwork.
Johnny: Lion hits the Main Event Neckbreaker! That may have turned the tide!
Eddie: He’s still behind, Johnny. It’s like putting a Band-Aid on a glacier.
Johnny: Jack Frost now with the FROSTBITE CLUTCH! He’s wrenching the neck and shoulder—Lion might tap here!
Eddie: Tap, roar, cry—I don’t care what sound he makes. He’s in a frozen nightmare and the heat isn’t coming back!
Johnny: But Lion hangs on! Still fighting! Another Lion’s Leap! That one landed clean!
Eddie: Sure, and right after Lilith whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He doesn’t know if he’s in a wrestling match or a gothic romance novel.
Johnny: Frost now with the SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS! He’s flowing like a blizzard, fast and punishing!
Eddie: The only thing Lion’s winning tonight is frostbite.
Johnny: We’ve got chaos now—Lilith again interfering, claws out, face-raking! And now a Seduction Distraction! That has Lion totally rattled!
Eddie: Honestly, if you can’t focus in the presence of demonic beauty, maybe the ring isn’t for you. Go back to Narnia.
Johnny: Jack Frost lands the ICE STORM! He’s going for the cover! ONE! TWO—no! Lion kicks out!
Eddie: Just prolonging the inevitable, Johnny. Even Grinch Heyman looks annoyed.
Johnny: ARCTIC BLAST! Right on the jaw! Jack Frost is completely dominating now.
Eddie: Of course he is. This is a lion in a snowstorm—he’s lost, cold, and looking for the nearest fireplace.
Johnny: He’s locking it in again—WINTER’S WRATH! He’s got it deep!
Eddie: And that’s all, Johnny! The cat curls up and quits! Lion taps out! JACK FROST WINS!
Johnny: Jack Frost makes Lion submit, and with all the interference from Lilith, this match was a chess game—and the Demonic Legion played it cold and calculated.
Eddie: You don’t complain when da Vinci uses a brush, Johnny. Jack Frost used every tool available—because that’s what winners do. Welcome to the Ice Age, baby!
DREAM TIME
(The lights dim to a cold, eerie blue. A ghostly lullaby hums through the speakers. Fog rolls across the ramp as Sandman emerges slowly, silhouetted in mist and shadows. His long, tattered cloak trails behind him like something pulled from a child's worst nightmare. He steps into the ring and snatches the microphone from the timekeeper. The crowd is hushed.)
Sandman (soft, slow, dreamlike):
“Night after night... the rankings scream one truth. Number one. Me.”
(He raises a pale finger and slowly drags it across the air, like tracing smoke.)
“And yet... no golden opportunity. No title shot. No respect.”
(His voice deepens, eyes narrow behind the dream-smeared veil.)
“But it's not fear of failure that keeps them away. No, no... it's fear of me. I am not the dream of glory they chase. I am the shadow under their eyelids... the whisper in their sleep... the nightmare that follows.”
(He turns slowly to face the entrance ramp.)
“Rudolph... Champion of the People...”
(Scoffs with a slow, ominous grin.)
“I do not want your cheers. I want your panic... your hesitation... your trembling hands when the bell rings. Because tonight, your golden boy Blitzen steps into the realm of dreams... and I will show him... and you... what waiting in the dark truly looks like.”
(He drops the mic with a dull thud as the lullaby cuts to static. He stands motionless, staring up the ramp as the arena falls into hush, awaiting Blitzen’s entrance.)
Johnny: What an unnerving promo from Sandman! That man speaks like a ghost in a graveyard—slow, cold, and completely convinced he’s something else.
Eddie: Because he is, Johnny! That’s not just a wrestler in there—that’s an entity. And Blitzen? He just punched a one-way ticket to nap time!
Johnny: Bell rings, and both men come flying in—Sandman with a Running Bulldog, but Blitzen soars right back with a Shooting Star Press! This one's starting off hot!
Eddie: Blitzen got lucky with that flip, but luck doesn't work when you're sleepwalking. Just wait.
Johnny: Blitzen now, Running Shoulder Tackle! Sandman tries to brace—no good! He’s down!
Eddie: He’s coiling, Johnny. Like a python in a dream. You think he’s done, then you wake up screaming.
Johnny: Sandman’s back up! Backbreaker attempt—Blitzen shrugs it off! The resilience of the Reindeer!
Eddie: Ugh. Blitzen probably still believes in bedtime stories. Sandman’s about to write the last chapter.
Johnny: Another exchange—Sandman nails a Clothesline! Blitzen counters with a Shoulder Tackle! Neither man backing down!
Eddie: It’s like watching a brick wall fight a fog bank. The difference is the fog always gets through the cracks.
Johnny: Sandman again—Clothesline! Blitzen can’t shake it off this time! He’s rocked!
Eddie: That’s it! Start counting the stars, Blitzen. Or should I say... snowflakes?
Johnny: But Blitzen fires back with the REINDEER GORGE! That signature headbutt nearly took Sandman's head off!
Eddie: Yeah? Too bad you can’t hurt what isn’t awake.
Johnny: Sunset Flip—Blitzen’s going for the pin! No! Sandman kicks out!
Eddie: You don’t pin a dream, Johnny. You just delay the nightmare.
Johnny: GO TO SLEEP from Sandman! Caught Blitzen clean across the jaw!
Eddie: That’s it! Nightlight’s out, kid!
Johnny: Sandman now with a Backbreaker! Blitzen’s barely holding on!
Eddie: He should've stayed in his stable. This isn’t a sleigh ride—it’s a sleep ride.
Johnny: Blitzen goes for a REINDEER CLOMP! But Sandman reverses! Clothesline! And he’s stringing offense together now!
Eddie: He’s not wrestling anymore, Johnny—he’s haunting!
Johnny: Blitzen nearly stole it with a Thunderstrike, but Sandman kicks out at two! Incredible resilience!
Eddie: Call it what it is: reflexes of the undead.
Johnny: Sandman again—Clothesline! And another! He’s like a metronome of misery!
Eddie: More like a lullaby of pain. And I’m loving it!
Johnny: Both men unloading now! Spinning Fist by Sandman! Blitzen fires with the Reindeer Gorge! This is pure intensity!
Eddie: One’s a warrior. The other’s a wraith. You tell me who wins that.
Johnny: GO TO SLEEP! He’s got it again! Blitzen crumples! Sandman covers!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Johnny: It’s over! Sandman pins Blitzen! What a statement victory!
Eddie: That wasn’t a match, Johnny... that was a dream turned into a warning. Rudolph, I hope you’re watching... and I hope you’re sleeping light.
Johnny: The Sandman stands tall—cold, composed, and terrifying. You can bet Rudolph heard every word of that earlier promo... and now he's seen what happens when Sandman steps between the ropes.
Eddie: Next time it won’t be Blitzen that gets put to bed—it’ll be the people's champion himself. Sweet dreams, Rudolph. Sweet, inevitable dreams.
Johnny: Here we go, tag team action coming your way! The hulking Polar Bears stepping in against the unpredictable speed and style of Rapido Rojo and Peter Cottontail!
Eddie: Johnny, I hope someone packed carrots for Peter because after tonight, he's hopping home with bruises. And Rapido Rojo? The only thing fast about him will be his trip to the emergency room!
Johnny: Right off the bat, we’ve got all four in the ring! Chaos breaking loose early—Polar Bear 1 locking in the Polar Clutch, and here comes Polar Bear 2 with the Furry Vengeance! But look at Cottontail with the Back Bodydrop into Rollup! Rojo’s flailing though, he didn’t even connect!
Eddie: That’s because Rapido Rojo is about as coordinated as a reindeer on roller skates! And Peter? Trying to out-grapple a Polar Bear? That’s bunny-brained!
Johnny: Polar Bears stay in control—double teaming for another round. Polar Bear 1 lands a Neckbreaker, and here comes 2 again—but wait! Peter Cottontail shuts it down! Smart defense from the floppy-eared underdog!
Eddie: Don’t give him too much credit. That was more luck than logic. He probably thought they were going to share fish!
Johnny: Big double team by the Bears now—Massive Punch with Paw from Polar Bear 1, and an Inverted Bearhug from 2! Peter’s trapped and tossed like a chew toy!
Eddie: That’s the sound of fur meeting fluff, Johnny! The Bears are treating that rabbit like a squeaky toy!
Johnny: Peter’s got some fight left—he hits the Dropkicks! Polar Bear 1 tags out—here comes the fresh beast! Rojo’s in too!
Eddie: Oh great, it's the fast one. Maybe he’ll run right out of the arena and save himself!
Johnny: Rojo trying to pick up the pace—lands a Headbutt Drop! But Polar Bear 2 answers with a Furry Vengeance! These two are slugging it out!
Eddie: A headbutt from Rojo is like being hit with a snowflake. The Bear barely flinched!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 with a Swat with Massive Paw! Rojo crumples—here’s the cover!
Eddie: 1...2—WAIT! Cottontail saves it! Someone give that bunny a medal—or at least a brain scan!
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 tags out now, fresh Polar Bear 1 in!
Johnny: Claw at the face from Bear 1! That eye rake was vicious!
Eddie: He just rearranged Rojo’s holiday plans! No more Easter eggs—just ice packs!
Johnny: Double team again—Rojo and Cottontail showing some chemistry with a Bulldog Lariat and Scoopslam! But Bear 1 fires back with a Powerslam! What a collision!
Eddie: You don’t out-muscle a Polar Bear, Johnny! That’s like trying to push over a glacier with a stick of gum!
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 tags out—2's in! And here comes a Snowstorm Spin! Rojo with a Bulldog Lariat! He’s fighting for his life!
Eddie: And here comes the cover—wait for it...
Johnny: 1...2...3!!! That’s it! Polar Bear 2 gets the win over Rapido Rojo with the Snowstorm Spin!
Johnny: What a brutal, back-and-forth match, but the Polar Bears come out on top!
Eddie: As they should! You don’t beat the Kings of the Arctic with flair and footwork—you beat ‘em with fur, force, and ferocity! The only thing Rojo and Peter proved tonight is that speed means nothing when you’re being swatted like a salmon!
Johnny: The Polar Bears standing tall once again in NPCW's tag team division... and they're roaring louder with every match!
POLAR BEAR RAGE
Location: NPCW Backstage – The lighting is stark, the air tense. Smooth Samantha, always polished and professional, stands clutching a mic. Behind her loom the towering forms of the Polar Bears, their breath heavy, their eyes burning with frozen fury. Polar Bear 1 paces like a caged animal while Polar Bear 2 crosses his massive arms, his jaw clenched tight.
Smooth Samantha (with a wary smile): "I'm here with the former NPCW Tag Team Champions — the Polar Bears — and they have a message for Commissioner Cratchit and, it seems, the Misfits of Mayhem. Gentlemen…?"
Polar Bear 2 leans in first, his voice deep and guttural with a thick Eastern European snarl.
Polar Bear 2: "Enough games! We have waited. We have been patient. But our patience has turned to RAGE!"
Polar Bear 1 (snorting, jabbing a thick finger toward the camera): "Misfits of Mayhem… You call yourselves champions? Nyet. You are cowards in clown makeup! You sneak, you steal, you run! But we are not running. We are hunting."
Polar Bear 2: "You robbed us of what was rightfully ours — the NPCW Tag Team Titles! You dance with your penguins and play with your toys, but the bears… the bears remember. And the bears do not forgive."
Polar Bear 1: "We want our rematch, and we want it NOW!"
*He slams his fist into the wall next to him, cracking the sheetrock with a thunderous crack!
Polar Bear 2 (shouting): "Commissioner Cratchit! Bring the contracts! Bring the ink! Let us sign with our fists and seal it with their screams!"
Polar Bear 1 (his eyes narrowing): "And if we do not get our rematch… then we take something they love. Something dear to their black hearts. Maybe their little penguin mascot. Maybe their manager’s precious jacket. Maybe... their careers."
Polar Bear 2 (coldly): "Cratchit. Misfits. You have one chance. Give us the match… or face the winter that never ends."
Both men storm off past Samantha, leaving her stunned in their wake, the sound of snarling rage echoing behind them.
Smooth Samantha (looking into the camera with intensity): "You heard it here — the Polar Bears are done waiting. They want their rematch, and they want it now. Commissioner Cratchit… the ball is in your court!"
[Camera cuts to the announce desk as Moonshadow's theme fades and the match is moments from beginning.]
Johnny: It’s main event time here at NPCW Polar Power, and folks, the stakes could not be higher! The winner of this match becomes the #1 contender to the Queen of the North Championship!
Eddie: And speaking of that, look who's graced us with her golden presence — the so-called Queen herself, Goldie Locks. Congratulations on dragging yourself away from your mirror long enough to join us.
Goldie (calmly): Thanks, Eddie. I figured I should scout the future loser I'll be beating. And trust me… neither of them impress me much.
Johnny: Strong words from the champ as we get underway! Both women locking up center ring, and Moonshadow rakes the eyes! That’s how you make a statement early!
Eddie: Brilliant! Blinding your opponent — I like it. That’s predator instinct. She’s not called Moonshadow because she plays nice in the daylight.
Johnny: But Lilith responds with a Vertical Suplex, spiking Moonshadow right in the center of the ring!
Goldie: I’ll give Lilith credit — she’s got power. But no control. She burns hot, but fizzles fast.
Johnny: Lilith with a Dread Kick now! That Superkick caught Moonshadow flush!
Eddie: Come on, Moonie, don’t let the demon doll outshine you!
Johnny: Wait a second — the Wolf Pack are howling at ringside and Honest Abe is distracted! Classic Moonshadow tactics!
Eddie: That’s strategy, Johnny! Wolves hunt in packs! If you're not cheating, you're not trying!
Goldie: Spoken like a man who never held gold.
Johnny: Moonshadow’s got the Front Facelock locked in now, wearing Lilith down! She’s been relentless since that distraction!
Eddie: She’s carving her path to your title, Goldie. Hope you’re ready to stop playing dress-up and start fighting.
Goldie: If Moonshadow wants a piece of me, she’ll find out I bite back.
Johnny: Paul “The Grinch” Heyman now trying to taunt Moonshadow from the outside — wait a second! Lilith breaks free with a Running Big Boot! She nearly took Moonshadow’s head off!
Eddie: Let’s not forget the Grinch is the most dangerous mouth in the business — besides mine, of course.
Johnny: Both women trading suplexes now — Moonshadow with a Full Moon Superplex! Lilith answers with her devastating Abyssal Slam!
Goldie: They’re throwing everything at each other. I like that. Let them wear each other down. Easier work for me.
Eddie: You're really rooting for no one, huh?
Goldie: I root for a challenge. So far, I don’t see one.
Johnny: Moonshadow back in control — another Flying Kneedrop! She’s hit that multiple times tonight and it's done damage!
Eddie: I’m telling you, Johnny, Moonshadow's got Lilith in her claws! She’s wrapping her in that Lycan Lock now!
Johnny: Lilith’s fighting, kicking… but she’s fading fast!
Goldie: This is it.
Johnny: 1… 2… 3! That’s it! Moonshadow pins Lilith and is your new #1 contender!
Eddie: Ohhh baby! The Queen of the Wolves is coming for the Queen of the North! And I cannot wait!
Johnny: What a war between two of the top stars in NPCW’s women’s division! Moonshadow survives the darkness and claws her way to the front of the line!
Eddie: Goldie, you look a little pale. You nervous?
Goldie (smirking): Nervous? No. I’ve already seen what happens to challengers. The throne’s still warm. Let her try.
Johnny: The gauntlet is thrown! Moonshadow vs. Goldie Locks — Queen of the North Title — it’s coming. And we’ll be there to call it!
Eddie: Stock up on silver bullets, Goldie. The wolves are howling!
MOONSHADOW ON THE HUNT
[At ringside, Paul “The Grinch” Heyman is kneeling beside a dazed and furious Lilith. She clutches her neck, reeling from the Lycan Lock, her eyes burning with frustration. Grinch whispers something in her ear, consoling her, trying to reel her back in emotionally.]
[Then it happens — a moment.]
[Grinch glances up… and his eyes lock with Queen of the North Champion Goldie Locks at the commentary desk. The crowd murmurs. A brief silence falls. And then — a subtle nod between them. Mutual recognition. Something old? Something planned?]
[Lilith sees it. Her eyes narrow. Her expression shifts from pain to suspicion. She slowly turns her head and stares at Grinch, a flicker of betrayal crossing her face.]
[Back in the ring, Moonshadow has her hand raised by Honest Abe. She yanks the mic from the referee and stares daggers at Goldie Locks.]
Moonshadow (panting, voice low and wild):
“Blondie… start counting your days…”
“That title — that fake little crown you wear — it’s coming home to the WOLF PACK!”
[She throws her head back and unleashes a guttural, savage howl that’s echoed by the rest of the Pack at ringside.]
[The crowd erupts in response, split between howls and boos.]
[Goldie Locks stands up at the announce desk, flipping her headset off with flair. She steps forward, standing tall and fierce, locking eyes with Moonshadow in the ring.]
Goldie Locks (shouting over the crowd):
“Bring it on!”
“Because I’m a Blonde Bombshell… and I’m going to blow you up!”
[With a wicked grin, she raises her hand, makes a gun-like gesture — and mimes a massive explosion with her fingers.]
CROWD:
“KABOOOOOOOM!”
[Moonshadow snarls from the ring. Goldie smirks back.]
[Lilith watches it all from the outside, unreadable now — anger, confusion, maybe even fear.]
[The camera slowly pans out as the arena echoes with the chant of KABOOM! and the howl of wolves.]
[FADE TO BLACK.]
What is Heyman up to now?
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