Aired - July 19, 2025
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🎄🎁🎅 NPCW POLAR POWER EPISODE 0018 – COMMERCIAL 🎅🎁🎄
“CHRISTMAS IN JULY: ALL TITLES ON THE LINE!”
Premiering July 25, 2025
[Opening Scene: A blizzard howls. The camera zooms through a frozen town square decked out in lights. In the center is a giant Christmas tree glittering with gifts underneath. Suddenly—CRASH!—a massive spotlight hits the tree. Cue lightning, pyro, and classic 80s rock riffs blaring.]
🎙️ VOICEOVER (booming, dramatic):
“It’s Christmas… in JULY! And at NPCW’s Polar Power Episode 0018, the only thing hotter than the weather… is the GOLD on the line!”
[Smash cut to EBENEEZER SCROOGE, in a velvet-red tuxedo, glittering sunglasses, and gold chains, standing in front of a giant countdown clock.]
🎩 SCROOGE (shouting with manic energy):
“BAH HUMBUG?! NOT THIS TIME, YOU SNOW-COVERED SLOBS!”
“This July 25th, NPCW gives the gift that hurts—because EVERY SINGLE TITLE is up for grabs… but here’s the CATCH!”
[Cue dramatic camera zoom on a mountain of wrapped presents beneath the Christmas tree.]
🎁 SCROOGE (grabbing a glittery gift box and shaking it):
“Each wrestler will pick a present from under the tree… and inside? Could be a challenger! COULD BE A COAL!”
[Cut to stylized promos of each champ holding their belts proudly.]
🔥 VOICEOVER:
“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Wreindeer... NPCW Champion... WILL HE SHINE BRIGHT or get burned?”
“The Misfits of Mayhem… Reigning, rampaging Tag Champs… WILL THEIR LUCK LAST?”
“Goldie Locks… Queen of the North… but will the wolves come knocking?”
“The Blonde Bombshells… beauty, brawn, and belts! Who dares step up?”
“And Abaddon... THE DEMON OF DESTRUCTION… will his title survive… THE DARKNESS IN A BOX?”
[Quick cuts of presents exploding, smoke machines, masked figures reaching from shadows, and the NPCW logo pulsing to an electric guitar sting.]
🎩 SCROOGE (cackling wildly as snow falls around him):
“YOU WANT SURPRISES?! YOU WANT SHOCKERS?! NPCW’S GOT GIFTS YOU NEVER ASKED FOR!”
“This ain’t Santa’s workshop—it’s a HOLIDAY NIGHTMARE!”
🎙️ VOICEOVER (final hard sell):
“NPCW POLAR POWER 0018 – CHRISTMAS IN JULY!”
“ALL TITLES ON THE LINE! ALL BETS OFF! AND NO ONE KNOWS WHO THEY’RE FACING!”
🎄 “July 25, 2025 – Only on NPCW! Naughty or nice… IT’S FIGHT NIGHT!”
[Final shot: SCROOGE standing on top of the Christmas tree holding a giant golden bell, laughing like a madman.]
🎩 SCROOGE (with one last wink):
“Merry FIST-mas, ya filthy animals!”
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:
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.
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.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S LOOKAHEAD
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[CAMERA SWEEPS THE CROWD]
Excited NPCW fans fill the arena—wearing elf hats, brandishing foam candy cane fists—but nearly every sign raised tonight shares one message:
“RETURN FLIPPERS NOW!”
“WE MISS FLIPPERS!”
“BRING BACK OUR BIRD!”
“NO FLIPPERS, NO PEACE!”
“DO IT FOR MASON!”
The chants begin to swell even before the opening pyro:
“SAVE FLIPPERS! SAVE FLIPPERS!”
[CAMERA CUT TO RING]
The crowd falls into a buzzing hush as the camera pans to the ring, where The Misfits of Mayhem stand in grim silence—Negropolis, Madman Mason, and Ace Macdougal. They wear their entrance gear but the usual swagger is gone.
Negropolis steps forward slowly, his face covered in a hard skeletal mask. His voice, when it comes, is low, hoarse, deliberate—a gravelly Batman-like growl:
NEGROPOLIS:
“Whoever has taken Flippers... you need to return him... tonight.”
(Pauses. The arena holds its breath.)
“If you do... I promise we won’t hurt you…”
(His head tilts ominously.)
“…much.”
(The crowd murmurs, uneasy.)
(Behind him, Madman Mason slams his fist into his palm, staring straight into the hard camera, his jaw twitching.)
NEGROPOLIS (CONT’D):
“But if you don’t… we will find you. And when we do… doom—Doom will be brought upon you.
And if even one feather has been harmed… the pain will be returned a hundredfold.”
(He glares into the camera and lowers the mic. Then—)
MADMAN MASON rips the microphone from Negropolis, tilts his head back, and roars:
MADMAN MASON:
“FLIIIIIPPPERRRSSSSS!!!
WE’RE COMING FOR YOU, LITTLE BUDDY!!!”
(The crowd erupts again—this time, not with cheers, but a defiant chant rising through the arena like a storm.)
“SAVE FLIPPERS! SAVE FLIPPERS!”
“SAVE FLIPPERS! SAVE FLIPPERS!”
[CUT TO COMMENTARY TABLE]
(Snowy overlay transitions us smoothly to the ringside booth.)
JOHNNY "THE MIC" MICHAELS:
(Wearing a red NPCW blazer with white fur trim, clearly shaken)
“Folks… what a way to kick things off tonight. I—honestly, I’ve been in this business a long time, but I’ve never seen a tag team this broken… this desperate. Flippers is more than a mascot to them—he’s family.”
EDDIE "THE EXPERT OF ELOCUTION" ELLINGTON:
(Wearing dark designer shades and sipping hot cocoa)
“Oh, please, Johnny. Let’s not pretend the penguin pays rent. Maybe he finally waddled off to find a better act. If I had to listen to Mason’s rambling all day, I’d fake my own kidnapping too.”
JOHNNY:
“Eddie, how dare you! That bird has been through thick and thin with the Misfits. And now he’s—he’s just gone. No ransom note. No footprints. Just an empty locker and broken furniture…”
EDDIE:
“Sounds like a cry for attention if you ask me.”
JOHNNY:
(Ignoring him)
“But we’ve got a packed card tonight, folks—Santa Claus RETURNS to action on Polar Power since being cleared for action at Polar Meltdown, and he’s facing the cold-hearted Belsnickel!”
EDDIE:
“Someone get that guy coal and a chiropractor.”
JOHNNY:
“Van Helsing squares off against the dream walking nightmare known as The Sandman—and we’ll see the long-awaited debut of Heracles, the myth come to life!”
EDDIE:
“I hear he benches sleighs.”
JOHNNY:
“And in our Main Event, it’s Queen vs. Claus—Goldie Locks takes on Mrs. Claus in a non-title matchup that could shake up the Queen of the North Division!”
EDDIE:
“One thing’s for sure, Johnny… it’s gonna be a Flippin’ wild night.”
JOHNNY:
(dead serious)
“Too soon, Eddie. Too soon.”
(Camera cuts back to the ramp as the lights dim for the opening match...)
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
(Soft regal music plays as the screen transitions to a wood-paneled office high above the arena, decorated with garland, twinkling lights, and official NPCW banners. A brass sign reads: “North Pole Championship Wrestling Commission Office”)
[ON SCREEN: COMMISSIONER’S BOX]
Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits hunched forward in an oversized armchair, visibly weary, with a stack of reports on his lap.
To his right, Special Advisor Ebenezer Scrooge scowls into a teacup, checking his pocket watch repeatedly.
Fenwick Grimbough, Director of Rules and Regulations, stands by a frosted window reading aloud from the official rulebook under his breath.
And just out of camera frame, a mysterious guest looms in the shadows—only visible are immaculately polished shoes and a crimson-gloved hand resting on the arm of a plush chair.
Notably absent is Executive Assistant Tilda Thimblewhistle, who’s backstage with Ms. Sweetins on Northern Belles duty.
COMMISSIONER CRATCHIT:
(Rubbing his temples)
“Good evening, NPCW faithful... thank you once again for joining us tonight here at Polar Power. It’s been... a trying week for all of us.”
(Crowd audio from arena piped in: mild applause, “SAVE FLIPPERS!” chant faint in the background.)
CRATCHIT (CONT’D):
“As many of you are aware, Flippers the Penguin—beloved mascot of the Misfits of Mayhem—has been abducted under suspicious circumstances.
This kind of cruel act has no place in our winter wonderland, and I want to assure the fans that we’re treating this matter with the utmost seriousness.”
(He glances nervously at Scrooge, then continues.)
“Effective immediately, the NPCW is issuing a cash reward of $10,000 to anyone who—”
(Scrooge coughs sharply and shakes his head ‘no’ without looking up from his tea.)
“—ahem, I mean $5,000 to anyone who—”
(Scrooge gives a cutting “too high” hand signal.)
“—okay, fine… a $1,000 reward for information leading to Flippers’ safe return.”
(Scrooge stands abruptly, smoothing out his vest, eyes twinkling with sinister glee.)
SCROOGE:
(Interrupting)
“And might I add that Flippers' disappearance has touched so many hearts… and wallets!”
(He gestures broadly like a salesman at a winter carnival.)
“Due to unprecedented demand, the Flippers Plush Doll will now be a Limited Edition, available in ‘Frozen Tears’ Blue and ‘Abduction Shadow’ Gray!”
(He holds up a mock-up box with Flippers sadly holding a suitcase.)
“But wait—there’s more! For a very exclusive time, you can order our brand-new collectible:
The ‘We Will Remember Him’ Flippers Memorial Pin—limited to only 1,000,000 copies!”
(He holds up a massive oversized version of the pin, showing Flippers mid-waddle with a candle behind him.)
“Just $49.99—plus shipping, handling, taxes, tariffs, a commemorative snowflake fee, and emotional distress surcharge! Don’t miss out, folks—grief is temporary, but merch is forever!”
(He laughs delightedly to himself.)
SCROOGE (CONT’D):
“Oh! And coming next week—preorders open for ‘WHERE’S FLIPPERS?’ NPCW Children’s Mystery Book and matching board game!”
(He leans over to Fenwick.)
“Does this count as exploiting tragedy?”
FENWICK (without looking up):
“Not if we print a disclaimer on the back.”
(Scrooge grins wickedly as the camera slowly zooms on the crimson-gloved hand in the shadows tapping the armrest rhythmically... ominously.)
[CUT BACK TO COMMENTARY DESK]
JOHNNY "THE MIC" MICHAELS:
(Mouth agape, utterly stunned)
“Are you kidding me? The poor bird is missing, and they’re turning it into a QVC special?! This is a tragedy, not a marketing opportunity!”
EDDIE "THE EXPERT OF ELOCUTION" ELLINGTON:
(Nods, impressed)
“I mean, Johnny—honestly—it’s genius. Emotional manipulation, limited runs, artificial scarcity? That’s capitalism at its festive finest! I already bought two pins and a plush for my niece. The niece I made up just now.”
JOHNNY:
“You monster!”
EDDIE:
“Thank you.”
(Cue graphics for the first match of the night as Johnny is still shaking his head.)
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Polar Power, and we are starting hot tonight with what’s shaping up to be a real witch’s brew of a match! It’s the sinister Wicked Witch, flanked by her spellcasting stablemates in The Coven—Wicked Willow, Grizelda, and Morrigan—taking on the pint-sized powerhouse, Pearl!”
Eddie: “Pint-sized? Please, Johnny, she looks like someone squished a gym rat into a Christmas ornament. Wicked Witch is a master of the arcane and the aggressive—Pearl’s about to get hexed back to the food court!”
Johnny: “Right out of the gate, both women trading offense! Wicked Witch with a snap DDT, but Pearl bounces back—spinning back elbow connects!”
Eddie: “That’s not wrestling, that’s just flailing with flair. Give her a tambourine and call it interpretive dance.”
Johnny: “And Wicked Witch drops down and straps in the ankle lock! Pearl’s caught—look at the torque!”
Eddie: “That’s not just an ankle lock, that’s a coven curse! Pearl should’ve worn reinforced boots instead of candy-cane socks.”
Johnny: “Pearl rolls to the outside, but Wicked Witch launches off the top—diving crossbody to the floor! Pearl’s flattened!”
Eddie: “That’s gravity and sorcery working together, Johnny. Call NASA. That’s witchcraft in motion!”
Johnny: “Pearl’s fighting back—diving elbow drop! She’s not done yet!”
Eddie: “She’s done. She just doesn’t know it yet.”
Johnny: “Wait a minute—Swinging Neckbreaker from Wicked Witch, and now the Emerald Execution—a devastating spinebuster! Pearl just got driven through the mat!”
Johnny: “Pearl reverses the diving crossbody—another elbow drop! The tides are turning!”
Eddie: “The tides can turn, but Pearl still can’t swim in deep waters. Especially with ankle locks being slapped on every two minutes!”
Johnny: “Both women giving it everything! Wicked Witch lands a DDT, but Pearl fires back with a double axe handle! And now—Saito Suplex by Wicked Witch! Pearl might be out!”
Eddie: “Pin her, my queen of curses! Turn her into a decorative throw pillow!”
Johnny: “She’s going for the pin—1… 2… NO! Pearl kicks out!!”
Johnny: “Pearl is digging deep! Belly-to-back suplex! Tooth Extractor! She's fighting with everything she has!”
Eddie: “She’s probably fueled by sugar cookies and delusion. Wicked Witch just nailed her with another Saito Suplex!”
Johnny: “This match has turned into a slugfest! They’re trading finishers like stocking stuffers—Tooth Buster, Tooth Extractor, another ankle lock!”
Eddie: “I’m telling you, Pearl’s legs are about as stable as a gingerbread house in July. Tap already!”
Johnny: “Wicked Witch with the EMERALD EXECUTION—she plants Pearl hard! The cover—1… 2… 3!! It’s over!!”
Eddie: “YES! YES! Ding-dong the bell is rung—The Wicked Witch wins! Hahahah!”
Johnny: “Pearl gave it everything she had, but tonight, the dark magic—and relentless aggression—of the Wicked Witch was too much!”
Eddie: “She gave it everything and got nothing, Johnny. That’s the Pearl story. Meanwhile, Wicked Witch leaves the ring without a scratch and without smudging her mascara. Power. Elegance. Sorcery.”
Johnny: “Well, folks, the Coven leaves with the first victory of the night… but the night is just getting started. Up later tonight — Van Helsing steps into the dream world as he takes on The Sandman! Don’t go anywhere!”
(Camera cuts to The Coven celebrating ominously on the ramp, fog swirling as Wicked Witch raises her arms and Pearl lays dazed in the ring…)
Johnny: “It’s time for a holiday clash straight from the naughty list! Santa Claus is back in action, looking fired up after being sidelined by that brutal ambush by Monster’s Bash in March — and he's got his trusty manager Bernard in his corner!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny. That’s not a manager, that’s a garden gnome with a clipboard. And look at that tub of tinsel waddling his way to the ring. Santa should be wrestling cholesterol, not Belsnickel!”
Johnny: “Have some respect! The Big Man looks ready for a fight, and standing across from him—one of the cruelest coal-slingers in all of NPCW—Belsnickel, the embodiment of punishment!”
Eddie: “Finally, a man who understands that Christmas is about fear and intimidation—not hugs and cookies!”
Johnny: “And they’re off! Santa with a massive JINGLE BELL BUSTER—spinebuster right into the canvas!”
Eddie: “But Belsnickel pops up like a nightmare on Christmas Eve—FLYING LARIAT—‘Ringing the Bell’ indeed!”
Johnny: “These two are not easing into this one—what a physical exchange right off the top!”
Johnny: “Santa’s not letting up—TINSEL TOSS! Belly-to-belly suplex plants Belsnickel like a fir tree on Christmas Eve!”
Eddie: “Unbelievable. That throw had more wrapping than a last-minute mall shopper. Someone check the ring for loose reindeer!”
Johnny: “And another TINSEL TOSS! Santa is dominating right now!”
Johnny: “Santa off the ropes—DOWN THE CHIMNEY!! Big splash from the big man!”
Eddie: “That’s not a splash, that’s an avalanche wearing a beard! Belsnickel just got flattened like wrapping paper under a sleigh!”
Johnny: “Belsnickel trying to fight back with the CLAW, but Santa powers through it!”
Johnny: “Santa is feeling it! A huge YULETIDE YELL—he’s letting out a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ that shakes the rafters!”
Eddie: “More like ‘No No No,’ if you ask me. And now he’s going for the cover—what?! Already?!”
Johnny: “ONE—no! Belsnickel kicks out! Santa may have gotten a little overzealous there.”
Johnny: “Santa connects with GOOD TIDINGS—that open-handed slap rattled the mistletoe off Belsnickel’s face!”
Eddie: “And Belsnickel fires back with a KNECHT KICK! That’s what I’m talking about!”
Johnny: “These two are trading like it’s Black Friday—TINSEL TOSS again! Santa’s third of the match!”
Eddie: “Ref, check Santa for sleigh grease. That’s the only way he’s lifting Belsnickel like that!”
Johnny: “Santa grabs Belsnickel—throws him clean out of the ring! The ref starts the count!”
Eddie: “Get back in there, Belsnickel! Don’t let the red menace win like this!”
Johnny: “Wait a minute… Bernard is on the outside pointing and yelling at Belsnickel! That distraction might’ve just cost him! The ref’s count is rising—”
Crowd: “EIGHT… NINE… TEN!!!”
Johnny: “He’s out! Belsnickel has been counted out! Santa Claus picks up the victory in his return match!”
Eddie: “This is a disgrace! A holiday heist! Santa didn’t win—he just lasted longer! I’ve seen snowmen put up a better fight!”
Johnny: “Santa Claus victorious tonight with a throw out of the ring and a count-out finish—but make no mistake, that was a statement! And Bernard looks thrilled!”
Eddie: “He should be! That’s the most cardio Santa’s done all year. He’s gonna need a nap, a cookie, and a defibrillator after that!”
Johnny: “Still to come tonight, Van Helsing vs. The Sandman, and in the main event, Goldie Locks takes on Mrs. Claus in a non-title match! Don’t go anywhere—Polar Power rolls on!”
(Camera shows Santa raising his arms as Bernard throws candy canes into the crowd, while Belsnickel scowls on the ramp, vowing revenge...)
Johnny: “Welcome back to Polar Power, and up next, it's a battle that feels like it’s been brewing in the shadows—Van Helsing, representing the Hunter’s Enclave, against the eerie enigma known only as Sandman!”
Eddie: “This is the biggest opportunity Sandman’s had yet. And what did Rudolph say? ‘You want a shot at the North Pole Championship? Prove you can beat tougher opponents.’ Well, how much tougher is there than Van Helsing—the night-hunting neckbreaker himself and Rudolph’s little lapdog?”
Johnny: “Van Helsing has put away creatures of the night, beasts of burden, and half the villains in the Naughty Zone… but tonight, he’s got to deal with a different kind of nightmare.”
Johnny: “Van Helsing opens up with a running DDT—he plants Sandman into the canvas!”
Eddie: “And Sandman responds with that spinning fist strike! Look at that technique—pure dream-fueled fury!”
Johnny: “Bit of a slow-up here, both men circling… maybe trying to feel each other out. WAIT—Van Helsing with the BACK TO THE GRAVE!! That’s the tombstone piledriver!”
Eddie: “Sandman shrugs it off with a backbreaker like it’s bedtime! Johnny, I’m telling you, Van Helsing doesn’t look all there tonight…”
Johnny: “You may be right, Eddie—he seems distracted. His timing’s off. I wonder if this has to do with Mina Harker, or… something else entirely?”
Eddie: “Or maybe he’s just realizing that Sandman hits harder than Dracula at tax time!”
Johnny: “Vertical suplex from Van Helsing—but Sandman slithers behind and locks in the sleeper hold! He’s draining the life right out of him!”
Eddie: “It’s like watching a bedtime story go wrong! Rockabye Helsing!”
Johnny: “Another BACK TO THE GRAVE!! That’s the third tombstone in this match!”
Eddie: “Sandman is still moving! He connects with a spin heel kick, and now the GO TO SLEEP! Van Helsing took that knee right to the face!”
Johnny: “Sandman goes for the cover—1… 2… No! Van Helsing kicks out!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing grabs a burst of momentum—chokeslam! And Sandman hits a running bulldog in response! Both men showing wear now!”
Eddie: “This is Sandman’s world, Johnny, and Helsing’s barely hanging onto the blanket!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing again! BACK TO THE GRAVE!! That’s number four! He’s going for the pin! This has to be it—wait a second!!”
Eddie: “SANDMAN REVERSES IT!! HE REVERSES THE PIN!!”
Johnny: “1… 2… 3!!! SANDMAN WINS! SANDMAN WINS!!”
Eddie: “YES!! Sandman just put Van Helsing to bed with his own overconfidence! That’s a dream crusher if I’ve ever seen one!”
Johnny: “I don’t believe it! Van Helsing had this match in the bag—but that split-second hesitation, that distraction... it cost him. Sandman picks up the biggest win of his NPCW career!”
Eddie: “And don’t forget what this means, Johnny—Sandman just punched his ticket toward a shot at the North Pole Championship!”
Johnny: “Rudolph’s going to be watching this one very closely… and you have to wonder—what exactly is weighing on Van Helsing’s mind? Mina? The Enclave? Or something darker?”
(Camera lingers on Sandman slowly crawling backward up the ramp like a sleepwalking demon, arms outstretched, as Van Helsing sits stunned in the ring…)
Johnny: “Coming up next: the long-awaited debut of Heracles! Don’t go anywhere!”
HUNTERS ENCLAVE SPECIAL MISSION
(The segment opens cold—no lead-in music, no formal interview setup. Instead, we find the camera trailing behind Scarlett Howl, Gretel, and a frustrated but composed Van Helsing as they walk briskly through a dimly lit corridor, the red light of the EXIT sign casting long shadows.)
The trio is caught in a private conversation, unaware they’re on camera at first.
Scarlett Howl: (Tense, serious tone) "I don’t know about this… With Hansel out and Mina, well… Mina having her issues—is this really the right time to send me away?"
Van Helsing: (Measured, calm, but firm) "I understand your hesitation, Scarlett. But we need eyes and boots in HCW now. Something’s not right with the Yeti and that… that new protege of his—Feral. The Enclave feels something brewing, something dark. It could ripple far beyond HCW. We need someone we trust."
(Scarlett sighs heavily, clearly torn.)
Van Helsing (cont’d): "Plus… the Wolf Pack will hold the fort while you’re gone. You’re not leaving us undefended."
Gretel: (Trying to lighten the mood, spinning a chain lazily around her hand) "Yeah, don’t worry. I promise not to beat Moonshadow and Moon Silver up too badly while you’re gone."
(She winks.)
Scarlett Howl: (Still frowning, but softening) "If you’re sure this is what the Enclave needs… then I’ll go."
Van Helsing: (Nods) "We’re sure. Head out now. They're expecting you in HCW tomorrow."
(Scarlett glances back at her teammates for a beat, then turns and walks away—passing Smooth Samantha, who is just arriving, mic in hand and camera following. They exchange a small, professional nod as Scarlett exits frame.)
Smooth Samantha: (Bright and polished as always, but clearly intrigued) "Van Helsing… Gretel… thank you for your time. We caught the tail end of that conversation, and I have to ask—where is Scarlett Howl going?"
(Van Helsing exhales, looking off to the side for a moment before answering.)
Van Helsing: (Gravely) "Scarlett is on a hunt… for the Enclave. She's heading to HCW to investigate a rising darkness. There are whispers—shadows we can't ignore. And the Enclave… we don’t sit idle when something threatens the balance."
Smooth Samantha: (Nods thoughtfully, then shifts tone) "And speaking of the Enclave… how is Mina Harker? A lot of fans have noticed her absence and are concerned."
(Van Helsing hesitates. A flicker of emotion crosses his face before he steels himself.)
Van Helsing: (Carefully) "Mina is… doing well. She's okay."
(Samantha leans in slightly, pressing gently.)
Smooth Samantha: "Can you elaborate? Is she coming back soon? Is it an injury? Or something else?"
(Van Helsing’s jaw tightens. His voice lowers a notch.)
Van Helsing: "Mina will be okay. She's sorting things out. When she’s ready, she’ll be back. The Enclave stands by its own."
(There’s a heavy pause, Samantha gives a respectful nod, then pivots to the next topic.)
Smooth Samantha: "Understood. Now, let’s talk about what just happened out there tonight—your match with Sandman. A lot of fans were shocked by the result. What’s your take?"
(Van Helsing straightens, brushing a bit of dust from his coat. The wear of the match still visible, but his pride remains intact.)
Van Helsing: "Sandman… is a dangerous competitor. A nightmare made flesh. And tonight—tonight, he was the better man. I’ve faced monsters, I’ve faced madmen… but he brought something I didn’t anticipate."
(He pauses, glancing toward the ring tunnel.)
Van Helsing (cont’d): "It was a tough loss. But make no mistake—I’m not done with Sandman. If he’s open for a rematch… so am I."
(Samantha gives a small smile, clearly satisfied.)
Smooth Samantha: "Thank you, Van Helsing. Best of luck with the road ahead—for you, for Scarlett, and for Mina."
(Van Helsing gives a subtle nod, then turns to walk off with Gretel, who slings a chain over her shoulder and follows silently. The camera lingers on them disappearing into the darkened hallway before cutting to black.)
WE WILL REMEMBER HIM COMMEMORATIVE PIN COMMERCIAL
[Fade to Commercial for Flippers Memorial Pin – "We Will Remember Him."]
([The screen fades in from black to dramatic, slow-motion footage of Flippers the Penguin: waving to the crowd, diving off the turnbuckle, waddling with pride alongside Madman Mason. Melancholy strings swell as snow begins to fall gently across the screen.])
NARRATOR (deep, sentimental tone): “He was more than a mascot. More than a sidekick. He was… a friend.”
(Cue black-and-white footage of Flippers being hoisted up on Negropolis’ shoulder, crowd cheering, Mason hugging him tight.)
NARRATOR: “He warmed hearts in the coldest of places… and now, he’s missing.”
(SMASH CUT – Cue record scratch and an explosion of gold coins as Ebeneezer Scrooge bursts into frame, arms outstretched, wearing a red scarf and standing next to a golden display case.)
SCROOGE (grinning wildly): “But his memory doesn’t have to vanish like last year’s fruitcake! Introducing the Official NPCW Flippers Memorial Pin – 'We Will Remember Him!'”
(Cut to 360° slow spin of the super special rare version of the commemorative pin: a golden Flippers silhouette against a glittering iceberg, with the words “We Will Remember Him” etched in frosty script. The pin sparkles like a North Pole sunrise.)
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(Fade to black. Sad penguin honk.)
[END OF SCROOGEMERCIAL]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: "Ladies and gentlemen, the North Pole Arena is on its feet! The titan of myth himself—Heracles—making his NPCW in-ring debut, and what a challenge he faces tonight in the steely sentinel of Oz, Tin Man!"
Eddie Ellington: "Oh, give me a break, Johnny. Tin Man looks like a busted toolbox with a face! Heracles? The man’s carved out of marble and rage! You’re about to see what happens when a real warrior locks horns with a wind-up reject."
Johnny: "And here we go—BOTH men charging in! Tin Man with a Takeover Suplex, but Heracles counters with a thunderous TITAN BREAKER Spear! We’re barely a minute in and this is already like an avalanche crashing into a locomotive!"
Eddie: "Of course it is! Tin Man may be durable, but Heracles isn’t just strong—he’s divine! That spear probably knocked the oil out of him!"
Johnny: "Tin Man hanging tough, though! He’s targeting the legs with those leg sweeps, keeping the mighty Heracles grounded—"
Eddie: "Grounded?! It’s strategy, Johnny. When you’re built like a tin can, the only way you beat a demigod is by tripping him and praying to Glinda the Good Witch he stays down!"
Johnny: "Wait a minute! Heracles with the LABOR’S END! Sit-out Powerbomb! Tin Man just bounced off the canvas like a loose nut!"
Eddie: "That’s right! Send that scrap heap back to the Emerald Junkyard!"
Johnny: "But Tin Man’s showing surprising resilience tonight—belly-to-belly suplex! Steely Resolve Lock! He’s got the body scissors locked in deep!"
Eddie: "Bah! That’s like trying to choke a mountain! Heracles isn’t tapping to some glorified hug! He’s just letting Tin Man feel like he has a chance before crushing his hopes AND his armor!"
Johnny: "And now Heracles is back up—MIGHTY CLUB to the spine! And a second one! He’s building momentum!"
Eddie: "Like a freight train fueled by lightning bolts and Olympus pride!"
Johnny: "But Tin Man won’t quit! He’s fighting back with punches, headbutts, anything he can muster! Both these men are giving it everything they’ve got!"
Eddie: "Yeah, but Tin Man’s like a rusty microwave—you can keep hitting the buttons, but eventually something’s gonna spark and explode!"
Johnny: "Twenty minutes in and neither man is relenting! We've seen Labors End, Steely Resolve, Lion’s Roar Busters, and a Hinged Hammer that nearly dented Heracles’ jaw!"
Eddie: "I’m telling you, if this were anyone else but Heracles, they’d be dismantled. But the son of Zeus is proving why he’s a top contender—AND speaking of Zeus, did I just see him zap Tin Man with a wink of lightning?!"
Johnny: "Zeus certainly gave a stare that might've fried a few bolts, but Honest Abe didn't catch it! Match continues!"
Johnny: "Last five minutes and it’s STILL back and forth! Heracles with a Mount Olympus Crash! Tin Man counters with another suplex! These two are running on fumes and fury!"
Eddie: "Tin Man’s oil tank is on empty! But Heracles—look at him—he’s feeding off the crowd! Off the legacy! Off the divine power of PAYBACK!"
Johnny: "Final minute! Elysium Driver from Heracles! Tin Man responds with a final leg sweep—but both men collapse! The bell sounds! This match has gone the full THIRTY MINUTES!"
Eddie: "What?! You’re telling me Heracles doesn’t get the win here?! This is an OUTRAGE! He just went thirty minutes with a glorified nutcracker!"
Johnny: "A true test of strength and endurance, and what a showing by BOTH competitors. The official word is in… and this match is a time limit DRAW!"
Eddie: "No! No, Johnny! Heracles didn’t lose—he just ran out of time! This isn’t a draw, it’s a divine delay! Give them five more minutes and Tin Man would’ve been melted into a souvenir snow globe!"
Johnny: "Call it what you want, Eddie—but one thing’s for sure: Heracles has arrived, and the North Pole wrestling scene will never be the same!"
(Camera pans to Zeus clapping with thunder rumbling lightly in the background, Heracles holding his head high, while Tin Man stumbles toward his corner, gears still turning. Crowd is electric.)
Johnny: "And we’re only halfway through tonight’s card! Stay tuned—more NPCW action coming your way!"
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: "The lights have dimmed, the wolves are howling, and here comes the Alpha of the Night — Moonshadow flanked by the feral fury of the Wolf Pack! A bone-chilling presence in the North Pole Arena tonight, Eddie."
Eddie Ellington: "And she brought the whole pack, Johnny! Smart move. Why face a fight alone when you can have backup lurking in every shadow? That’s leadership, that’s dominance — that’s Moonshadow."
Johnny: "But don’t count out the woman stepping into the ring with her — it’s Gretel, the Hunter’s Enclave’s iron-willed powerhouse. Chain-wielding and fearless. This is going to be a brutal contest!"
Eddie: "Brutal? She’s outclassed before the bell even rang! Moonshadow’s playing chess while Gretel’s chewing crayons backstage."
Johnny: "And we’re underway! Moonshadow with a tight Front Facelock, but Gretel explodes back with a Half Nelson Suplex! That nearly folded Moonshadow in half!"
Eddie: "Yeah, yeah, one lucky toss from the discount fairy tale bruiser. That won’t last long."
Johnny: "Moonshadow now with a crisp Neckbreaker, rattling the ring! She’s finding her groove again!"
Eddie: "Of course she is. That move had more snap than Gretel’s twig of a strategy!"
Johnny: "Back and forth now—Moonshadow delivers a Lunar Lariat, but Gretel rolls through with a Fireman’s Carry! The crowd is into it!"
Eddie: "The crowd might be into it, but Moonshadow’s about to put Gretel back into a bedtime story—one where the wolf always wins!"
Johnny: "Moonshadow locking in a Sleeperhold now! That’s deep! Gretel’s scrambling!"
Eddie: "She’s fading, Johnny! The only ‘hunt’ happening now is Moonshadow hunting that win!"
Johnny: "HOLD ON! The Wolf Pack just… Moon Silver just slipped something to Moonshadow!"
Eddie: "Maybe it was a motivational note, Johnny. Maybe a granola bar. Who’s to say?"
Johnny: "Gretel still fights back with a flurry of Spinning Heel Kicks—she’s connecting!"
Eddie: "Big deal. You could kick Moonshadow all day and she’d still be standing there, howling at the moon and holding the high ground!"
Johnny: "LYCAN LOCK! Dragon Sleeper applied! Moonshadow wrenching it in with fury!"
Eddie: "Look at that torque! Gretel’s being bent like a pretzel in a snowstorm! She’s not tapping, but she's suffering!"
Johnny: "Gretel with a Shining Wizard! A Sliding Knee! She’s mounting a comeback!"
Eddie: "Yeah, a comeback like a kid riding a tricycle on the freeway! It’s cute, but it ends badly!"
Johnny: "OH! Wolf Pack again! Howler #1 - Slip of a foreign object—ref didn’t catch it! Gretel staggered!"
Eddie: "Like I always say—use every part of your pack! That’s what wolves do!"
Johnny: "Moonshadow building steam! Flying Kneedrop! Another Sleeperhold! She’s relentless!"
Eddie: "And Gretel is reckless! You don’t step into the wolf’s den unless you plan to leave with scars!"
Johnny: "Gretel’s on the ropes—Pump Kick lands! She’s swinging for survival!"
Eddie: "She’s swinging like someone who knows they’re about to lose and wants to go out with a highlight reel!"
Johnny: "LUNAR LARIAT! Moonshadow turns her inside out! She’s going for the pin!"
Crowd: “One! Two! THREE!”
Johnny: "It’s over! Moonshadow defeats Gretel after a brutal, intense showdown! That lariat nearly took Gretel’s head off!"
Eddie: "And that, Johnny, is why the Wolf Pack runs the wilderness in NPCW! Gretel tried—bless her little horror-hero heart—but Moonshadow was too sharp, too savage, too ALPHA!"
Johnny: "This was a war between two fearsome factions — the Hunter’s Enclave and the Wolf Pack — but tonight, it’s Moonshadow howling in victory!"
Eddie: "She didn’t just beat Gretel. She sent a message. The Enclave better stick to fairy tales, because in the North Pole... the wolves are writing the ending!"
(Camera cuts to Moonshadow standing atop the turnbuckle, the Wolf Pack snarling behind her, as Gretel is helped to her feet by medical staff. A cold moonbeam filters through the rafters. The hunt is far from over.)
WORD FROM THE CLAUSES
NPCW Polar Power – Post-Match Area, Smooth Samantha stands center frame, poised and polished, flanked by the unmistakable red and white aura of Christmas royalty… Santa and Mrs. Claus.
Smooth Samantha (with a bright smile): “NPCW Universe, Smooth Samantha here backstage at Polar Power, and I am standing with not one, but two North Pole legends… Please welcome Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus! First off, Santa — welcome back! It’s been months since that injury in March. How does it feel to be back in the ring and back in the fight?"
Santa Claus (his voice jolly, but with a rumble of seriousness): “Ho ho hooo, it feels mighty good to be back, Samantha. There’s no place like the NPCW locker room — the smells of pine and pain in the air, the roaring fans, the energy… it’s magical. But make no mistake — I’ve got unfinished business. When Monster’s Bash took me out in March, they didn’t just put Santa on the shelf — they thought they could silence what I stand for. Especially that so-called Alpha Monster, Frankenstein’s Monster.”
(Santa’s jovial tone fades slightly as his brow furrows.)
Santa: “I came back looking for him. I trained. I healed. I’m ready to deliver a little holiday justice. But he’s vanished. Nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s hiding… or maybe something bigger is going on. Either way, when he shows his bolts again… I’ll be waiting.”
Smooth Samantha (nodding with intrigue): “Well, the NPCW Universe would love nothing more than to see you go toe-to-toe with the Alpha Monster again. But now let me turn to the First Lady of the North… Mrs. Claus — tonight, a huge non-title match against the reigning Queen of the North Champion, Goldie Locks. A fan favorite, a rebel... but you’re no stranger to pressure. What’s your mindset heading into this matchup?”
Mrs. Claus (warm smile, but eyes cold as the tundra): “Goldie… she’s bright, bold, and I see why the people love her. The Blonde Bombshells bring that spark of rebellion, and everyone loves a little rebellion, don’t they?”
(She chuckles softly, then leans in slightly.)
“But here’s the thing — while Goldie’s been basking in the spotlight, shaking the establishment, I’ve been here building it. I’ve walked the frosted halls of this company for years. I’ve trained elves and champions alike. I’ve stood beside legends, and I’ve faced monsters that make Goldie’s tantrums look like sugarplum dances.”
Mrs. Claus: “Tonight isn’t about the title. Tonight is about respect. And if Goldie can’t give that to her elders — to someone who helped pave the snowy roads she now walks on — well, I’ll have no choice but to teach her the hard way.”
Smooth Samantha (raising her eyebrows): “Strong words from Mrs. Claus, and an ominous warning to Goldie Locks. Folks, it looks like Christmas cheer just took on a whole new edge. Back to you at ringside!”
(The camera lingers for a moment as Santa and Mrs. Claus exchange a nod, their crimson-cloaked silhouettes exuding calm power. Somewhere down the hall, jingle bells echo… but they sound more like a warning than a celebration.)
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, the ring is shaking — and not just from the footsteps of Paul Bunyan! It's time for tag team action, and this one is a clash of the titans… quite literally! Ares and Mars — the Gods of War — with Zeus looming at ringside, take on the lumbering legends, Jolly Green and Paul Bunyan!
Eddie: And it’s about time we got some real athletes in the ring, Johnny. Jolly Green’s biggest accomplishment is scaring kids into eating vegetables, and Paul Bunyan’s just a tall tale with a tall beard. They’re stepping into the Coliseum now — and they’re about to get sacrificed.
Johnny: Here we go! All four men starting things off! Ares with a neckbreaker! Mars drops Jolly with a thunderous Samoan Drop! But hold on — Paul Bunyan scoops up Ares for a big backbreaker! Jolly Green stuns Mars with an uppercut!
Eddie: Look at this chaos! It’s like the world’s angriest lumberjack convention! But the Gods are standing tall. That’s called divine double-teaming, Johnny.
Johnny: Double-teaming continues! Ares with a side Russian leg sweep, and Mars follows up with a running powerslam! But give Jolly Green credit — he answers back with a huge backbreaker of his own!
Eddie: I’ll give Jolly credit when he wins an Olympic gold medal — or better yet, survives this next round! Watch Mars squeeze the stuffing out of him with that bearhug. That’s not mistletoe he’s seeing — those are stars.
Johnny: We’re three minutes in, and this might already be too much for Jolly Green! Ares and Mars continuing the pressure — another side Russian leg sweep by Ares, Mars keeping the bearhug cinched in tight! Jolly hits a desperation piledriver!
Eddie: Desperation is right. That was the move of a man who just realized he wandered into the wrong mythos.
Johnny: Finally, Jolly creates some space — but Mars stays on him with another bearhug! Jolly is fading fast here, folks!
Eddie: You can hear the sap dripping out of the big guy now. He’s wilting like a Christmas tree in July.
Johnny: But wait! Jolly breaks free and lands a belly laugh slam! Ares stumbles! Both men are back on their feet — they trade slams and suplexes! This is a war of attrition!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny. If this were a war, Ares would be wearing a crown and Jolly would be fertilizer.
Johnny: Paul Bunyan tags in! The crowd roars! He’s in like a flannel-clad tornado! Airplane spin on Ares! Power forearms to Mars!
Eddie: How is this legal?! That man is wielding his arms like clubs. I saw smaller swings at a demolition derby.
Johnny: Ares fights back with a short-arm clothesline! Bunyan crashes hard!
Eddie: And that’s how you fell a tree, Johnny! A divine axe-handle straight to the soul!
Johnny: Ares is going for the cover! Here’s the count!
Crowd: One… Two… Three!
Johnny: It’s over! Ares pins Paul Bunyan, and the Gods of War stand tall over the legends of lumber!
Eddie: Glorious! Beautiful! That’s what happens when you bring myth into the present, Johnny. Mars and Ares aren’t bedtime stories — they’re battlefield champions. The Gods of War reign supreme!
Johnny: You can’t argue their dominance, Eddie. But Jolly Green and Bunyan gave them one heck of a fight. Still, tonight belongs to Ares and Mars — and you can bet Zeus is grinning from Olympus right now.
Eddie: Grinning? Johnny, he’s probably already planning their conquest of the cosmos! Someone warn Rudolph — the gods are coming for the North Pole next!
Cut to commercial as the Gods of War ascend the turnbuckles, arms raised, Zeus applauding with thunder in his eyes.
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our seventh match of the evening and what a unique showdown this is shaping up to be — the mysterious, armored menace known only as The Black Knight squaring off with one of NPCW’s most unorthodox fan favorites — Peter Cottontail!
Eddie: Let me stop you right there, Johnny. This isn’t a “unique showdown” — this is a travesty. The Black Knight is a master of the dark arts of destruction, while Peter Cottontail looks like someone stuffed Pee-wee Herman in a bunny suit and taught him a few wrestling moves.
Johnny: The bell rings and we’re underway! Peter Cottontail springs out the gate — flying judo chop to the chest! Black Knight staggers—wait, no! He’s shaking it off, and counters with a powerbomb that shakes the canvas!
Eddie: That’s the difference, Johnny — impact. Peter hops, the Knight hurts. That’s why they call him the Warden of the Wastelands!
Johnny: Black Knight with a German suplex! Cottontail takes a hard landing but pops back up — the crowd is behind him! Deep armdrag! He’s chaining them together now!
Eddie: Oh please. He's throwing armdrags like he's handing out Easter candy. But this isn't a holiday picnic, it's a war zone, and the Knight's got all the armor!
Johnny: Here comes a springboard 450 splash from the Black Knight — picture perfect! Cottontail tries to respond with a turnaround sidekick, and nails it!
Eddie: That’s called blind luck, Johnny. Even a busted sundial’s right twice a day. But the Knight doesn’t need luck — he’s precision.
Johnny: Cottontail rolls into a beautiful back bodydrop into a roll-up! The ref drops down — wait, reversal by Black Knight! Another reversal! We’ve got a pinball match going on here!
Eddie: This isn’t wrestling, this is amateur night at the bunny burrow. Put some respect on the Knight’s name — he’s been throwing powerbombs since Peter was hiding eggs in the backyard!
Johnny: And now both men are trading their best shots! Flying crossbody from Cottontail! Another springboard 450 from Black Knight! They’re giving everything they’ve got!
Eddie: Which is unfortunate for Peter — everything he’s got fits in a basket. The Knight’s going to end this soon, mark my words.
Johnny: Not just yet! Cottontail lands a leaping judo chop, then another dropkick — and here comes a small package! The ref slides in!
Crowd: One! Two! THREE!
Johnny: He got him!! Peter Cottontail pins the Black Knight! The bunny just beat the blade!
Eddie: WHAT?! No! NO! This is rigged! This is sabotage! There’s no way that fuzzy-footed mascot just beat a knight of darkness! I demand a recount, a review, a divine intervention!
Johnny: Say what you want, Eddie, but Peter Cottontail just pulled off one of the biggest upsets of the summer! The crowd is electric!
Eddie: Enjoy it while you can, Johnny. Because when the Black Knight rises again, that bunny’s going to be rabbit stew.
Cut to a shot of Peter Cottontail celebrating with the fans, holding up his ears and soaking in the cheers as The Black Knight seethes on the outside, dark eyes locked on his unexpected conqueror.
THE COVEN BREWING TROUBLE
Scene: The Dressing Room of the Witches’ Coven
The screen fades in from black, and what greets us is not a typical backstage scene — but something out of a fever dream.
A dimly lit stone chamber bathed in flickering green and purple candlelight. Cracked runes and twisted symbols pulse with an unnatural glow on the cold stone walls. Wisps of shadow seem to move with a life of their own. In the center of the room: a massive, bubbling cauldron, steaming and roiling with smoke the color of bruises. The sound of distant thunder rumbles, though there are no windows.
Standing in front of the cauldron, her arms crossed, posture proud and terrible, is the Wicked Witch, cloaked in shadow and velvet, her gnarled staff resting beside her.
To her right stands Wicked Willow, cradling a black rose in one hand and humming some eerie lullaby to herself.
To her left, Morrigan, stoic and cold, stares straight ahead with a raven perched on her shoulder, her fingers crackling slightly with red magical sparks.
Behind them, slowly stirring the great cauldron with a gnarled wooden oar, is Grizelda, the youngest of the witches, her eyes glowing with ambition and hunger.
And farther still — in the deepest shadow at the very rear of the room — a tall, silent figure looms. No face is visible. Only two glowing yellow eyes watch... and wait.
Wicked Witch:
(her voice is smoky, slow, and commanding)
"The wheel of the year turns... and with it, the fate of the North Pole hangs by a single fraying thread."
She slowly steps forward, the camera tightening on her cold, calculating grin.
Wicked Witch:
"Goldie Locks... Queen of the North you may be now. But your crown will rust in our cauldron. You shine bright... but all flames flicker before they die."
"Mrs. Claus... the matron of cheer. You preach discipline and tradition. Yet even the eldest of trees must one day fall... and we shall make firewood of you."
"Gretel... oh poor little Gretel. The witch-slayer turned spotlight darling. You know nothing of true darkness... but soon, you will beg for its embrace."
"And as for the Blonde Bombshells — tinsel-wrapped rebels and fools. Sweets and sass are no match for spell and shadow. Your tag reign? A candle in the wind."
Wicked Willow giggles darkly. Morrigan narrows her eyes. The camera pans to Grizelda, who finally stops stirring the pot.
Wicked Witch:
"The time of light is ending. The power of the Coven grows with every scream, with every curse, with every cracked bone in the ring."
"But to conquer the north... we must first embrace a deeper shade of night."
She slowly lifts her hand and beckons.
Wicked Witch:
"Grizelda... come forward."
Grizelda steps before her mistress, wide-eyed, eager, her hands still damp with cauldron steam.
Wicked Witch:
"The time has come for you to journey beyond these cursed halls. Head south... far south. Seek out a master of manipulation — a maestro of malevolence. Learn from him. Drink deep from the well of his darkness."
"Grow stronger. Meaner. Hungrier. Return to us reborn in shadow... and take your rightful place at our side. All glory..."
All Witches (in unison, a ritualistic chant):
"To the Coven."
Grizelda smiles wide, throws her hands up — and in a flash of purple smoke and the shriek of unseen ravens, vanishes into thin air.
A moment of silence follows... broken by a chorus of triumphant, sinister cackles from Willow, Morrigan, and the Wicked Witch herself.
But then —
from the darkness in the back,
the form with glowing eyes lets out a single, slow, echoing, deeply unsettling cackle.
Lower, older... almost inhuman.
The camera zooms in on the glowing eyes as they narrow slightly, gleaming like twin embers in the void.
Fade to black.
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! The Queen of the North herself, Goldie Locks, takes on a returning legend of the winter mat — Mrs. Claus! And joining her tonight is none other than Commissioner Bernard.
Eddie: Yeah, and it's already a stacked deck! Bernard at ringside? That’s like putting a bowtie on a bulldog and calling him a diplomat. This isn’t a wrestling match, it’s an ambush!
Johnny: The bell rings and Goldie starts hot with a beautiful gutwrench suplex right out of the gate!
Eddie: That’s how a champion handles business! She’s not here to spread joy — she’s here to shatter jaws.
Johnny: Mrs. Claus responds quickly with a Claus Clutch! She's cranking back, and look at that pressure!
Eddie: Look at that hair bun! Has anyone checked if she's smuggling brass knuckles in there?
Johnny: Whoa! Bernard just threw a sneaky punch while Honest Abe had his back turned!
Eddie: Oh come on, he was probably just trying to straighten Goldie’s shoulder strap. It’s called “fashion assistance,” Johnny.
Johnny: And now Mrs. Claus with that Claus Clutch again! She’s wearing the champion down, folks!
Eddie: Of course she is — she probably tricked Goldie into eating cookies before the match. Sugar crash offense!
Johnny: Goldie firing back! A handspring back elbow smash, and the crowd is on their feet!
Eddie: That’s why she’s champion! Poetry in motion, Johnny. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus moves like a refrigerator being pushed uphill.
Johnny: Back and forth we go! Claus with a Jolly Holly Suplex, and Goldie with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors — it’s all heart and hustle in this one!
Eddie: Hustle? Please. The only hustle here is Bernard trying to pass himself off as management.
Johnny: Another Lock Breaker from Goldie! She’s got it locked in — but Mrs. Claus refuses to submit!
Eddie: Probably because she forgot the safe word. You don’t mess with submission wrestling royalty like Goldie.
Johnny: Now both women trading heavy shots — Claus with the Spreading Christmas Joy Hug and Goldie counters with a diving lariat!
Eddie: Who goes for a hug in a wrestling match?! That’s not an attack, that’s a grandma move!
Johnny: Goldie gets distracted by something in the audience — and Claus takes advantage with another Jolly Holly Suplex!
Eddie: What was that distraction?! A fruitcake? A rogue elf? This is sabotage!
Johnny: Cover by Mrs. Claus!
1... 2... 3!
She got her!
Eddie: NOOOO! That was a fluke! I demand a fruitcake investigation! Someone get security — check Bernard’s pockets!
Johnny: The crowd is stunned! In her return match, Mrs. Claus just pinned the Queen of the North! Champion or not, tonight belonged to the matriarch of merriment!
Eddie: Merry Schmerry! She got lucky. I hope she enjoys her early Christmas gift, because next time Goldie’s stuffing her in a snowbank headfirst!
Johnny: What a main event and what a night here in NPCW! We’ll see you next week for more action, more drama, and more holiday mayhem! Goodnight, everyone!
Eddie: This isn't over. I’m telling you now — the Queen will strike back.
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
The camera slowly pushes in on a cold, sterile office bathed in green-tinted light. A sleek monitor glows on the far wall, displaying the final moments of the main event — Mrs. Claus pinning Queen of the North Champion, Goldie Locks. Seated at a long steel desk, his fingers steepled beneath a crooked grin, is NPCW’s most cunning manipulator: the architect of The House of Heyman — Grinch Heyman.
He watches the match back with hawkish intensity, pausing, rewinding, scribbling notes on a yellow legal pad. As Goldie gets distracted near the end of the bout, his eyes narrow.
Grinch (muttering):
"She had it. She had it. So what... what pulled her off target? Who or what was in that crowd?"
He writes: “Distraction = Vulnerability. Identify Source.” Then underlines it three times.
A sharp knock interrupts the silence.
Grinch:
Without turning
“Enter.”
The door creaks open and in walk the Snake Pit brothers — Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake — clad in tactical black gear, their presence cold, intense, and deadly silent. Once feared enforcers, they now look like war dogs caged too long. Their eyes betray frustration. Anger. Doubt.
Leiton Snake:
“We gave everything in that match, Heyman. We bled for the House. We bled for you.”
Tobias Snake:
“And now? We’re benched. Scrubbed down to 'reserve status' while you’re rubbing elbows with demons.”
Niven Snake:
“We stood as the foundation. We are the foundation.”
Grinch swivels slowly in his chair to face them, expression calm, even amused, as if he’s been waiting for this confrontation.
Grinch Heyman:
“And what do we do with foundations, gentlemen? We build on them. You don’t paint the foundation. You don’t parade it. You build a kingdom upon it.”
The brothers remain silent, but their tension is palpable.
Grinch Heyman (continuing):
“I told you when the Legion came calling, when the demonic contracts were signed, that it was a necessary sacrifice. Temporary. Tactical. You think I’d submit to servitude without a strategy?”
Leiton Snake:
“Then give us something. Give us proof we’re still part of the plan. Because the fans... the locker room... even the Board — they’re seeing us as faded.”
Grinch Heyman (standing):
“You want proof? Here's your proof: I haven’t replaced you. I haven’t filled your spots. The House doesn't draft mercenaries — it cultivates weapons.”
He steps toward them, the camera catching the glint in his eye.
Grinch Heyman:
“I need you in the shadows for now. Not forgotten — just coiled. Let the demons gloat. Let the fools forget. But when the time comes to strike... when the time comes, and the foundations rise — you will be the strike force. You will be the flood that drowns the coming tribulations.”
Tobias Snake:
“How long, Heyman?”
Grinch Heyman:
“Soon. Very soon. Just keep your blades sharp. You are not second stringers. That, I guarantee.”
The brothers exchange glances, not fully satisfied, but loyal — for now.
Leiton Snake (quietly):
“We’ll wait. But mystique doesn’t survive the bench forever.”
They turn and exit, their boots echoing down the hallway like thunder in a brewing storm. Grinch remains standing for a beat, then slowly returns to his desk, sitting back down with a satisfied smile.
He picks up his pen, scribbles a note at the bottom of his legal pad:
"Snake Pit Vs Merry Band"
Then, softly to himself:
Grinch Heyman:
“…Because in the end… the House always wins.”
He looks back up at the monitor, where the replay ends on Mrs. Claus’s hand raised in victory — and a flicker of that same mysterious audience movement that distracted Goldie Locks. His grin fades. The screen goes black.
FADE OUT.
Excellent show
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