THE ALPHA AGENDA — EPISODE 003: "The Meeting"

 

THE ALPHA AGENDA — EPISODE 003: "The Meeting"

In the shadows of Scrooge’s mansion, the leaders of the Alpha Agenda gather to decide the fate of NPCW.

Tensions erupt as Krampus demands answers about Santa’s shocking betrayal—and a sinister truth is revealed.

But as loyalties fracture, a darker force watches from the sidelines… waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A cold flicker of candlelight dances across the walls of a hidden meeting room, deep beneath Ebeneezer Scrooge’s grand estate. The long obsidian conference table, carved with ancient symbols and glimmering with a faint supernatural aura, dominates the space. Shadows cling to the corners like watchful sentinels. At the head of the table sits Scrooge, stern and calculating, his bony fingers steepled beneath his chin.

Flanking him around the table are the most fearsome creatures of the Alpha Agenda:

• The Wicked Witch, draped in a robe of midnight silk, absently stirs a faintly steaming green potion in a floating teacup.
  
  

• Big Bad Wolf, reclining with a cocky sneer and arms crossed over his hulking frame, a gold tooth flashing when he smirks.
  
  

• Krampus, looming and brooding, his crimson eyes flickering with annoyance.
  
  

• Dr. Frankenstein, seated stiffly at the far end, his steely fingers tapping against the table in rigid rhythm.
  
  

• And appearing via enchanted Teams crystal projection, The Yeti, massive and fur-covered, snarling from atop a frozen cliff, eyes glowing blue through a snowstorm.
  
  

Off to the side, watching in silence, is a figure wrapped in tailored black elegance: Lord Velkan Thorne. His presence is quiet, but oppressive. His crimson gloves shimmer faintly. His eyes, jet black, burn with the intensity of something ancient.

Scrooge: (clearing his throat) “Thank you all for assembling on such short notice. As usual, Dr. Frankenstein will speak on behalf of the Alpha Monster who is… otherwise engaged. And Lord Thorne remains our honored observer—for the Alpha that walks beyond our time.”

Big Bad Wolf smirks and stretches, his gold chain catching the candlelight.

Big Bad Wolf: “Yo, Doc. Where’s your big, green hammer-swingin’ boy been, huh? Ain’t seen the Monster's Bash since they flopped at Polar Meltdown.”

Dr. Frankenstein: (coldly) “They are regrouping. He is undergoing... modifications. We prefer precision over embarrassment.”

Krampus: (grunting with disdain) “After that disaster at Polar Meltdown? Hiding is the smartest thing they’ve done. Cowards.”

(Wicked Witch cackles into her potion. Big Bad Wolf lets out a low snicker.)

The Yeti: (growling through the screen) “ENOUGH!”

(The walls rumble with his voice. Everyone stills.)

The Yeti: “Scrooge, why was this council called?”

Scrooge nods solemnly, leaning forward.

Scrooge: “This meeting was convened at the request of Krampus. The floor is yours.”

Krampus stands, hooves clanking against the stone.

Krampus: “It was supposed to be the Demonic Legion’s turn to challenge for the North Pole Championship. But now Santa's turned against Rudolph? That leaves me shut out again!”

Big Bad Wolf: (snorting) “Cry me a river of brimstone. Why you always think you deserve the shot? You’ve had more title matches than anyone at this table and flopped harder than a melted snowman.”

Krampus: (mocking with a grin) “I QUIT.”

(He draws a thumb across his throat—mocking Big Bad Wolf’s humiliating I Quit Match loss to Robin Hood.)

Big Bad Wolf lunges forward, snarling, but Scrooge raises a hand and he backs off with a low growl.

Krampus: (ignoring him) “Scrooge, did you orchestrate this? Did you put Santa up to betraying his golden reindeer?”

The Yeti: (cutting in, growling) “Be silent, you horned fool. This was not Scrooge’s doing. The credit goes to our mutual associate… Dr. Moreau.”

(A hushed tension falls over the table.)

The Yeti: “He took a gamble, and it paid off. Santa fell right into our trap. And now… the hope of the North is cracked.”

Wicked Witch: (grinning wickedly) “Just in time for Christmas in July…”

Krampus: “You moved without informing the Council. That violates the rotation of aggression.”

The Yeti: (snarling) “Spare us your grievances. We exploited an opportunity. You can chase belts—we’re breaking legacies.”

Scrooge: (standing, voice sharp) “ENOUGH! This bickering only serves the fools in red. The mission has not changed—we are to crush the Heroes of the North, extinguish their spirit, and bring the long night to NPCW.”

(All eyes turn to him. He holds their gaze.)

Scrooge: “Every Alpha’s ambition must serve that end. Personal glory means nothing if the Hopebringers still stand.”

Dr. Frankenstein: (mutters) “A logical assessment.”

Wicked Witch: “I suppose…”

Scrooge: (to Krampus) “If Rudolph survives… the next title shot is yours.”

Krampus: (grumbling) “He better not sprout wings and fly away again…”

Scrooge sighs and claps his hands.

Scrooge: “If there's nothing else… the meeting is adjourned.”

(One by one, the Alphas rise. The Yeti’s screen flickers and goes dark. The room begins to empty—until only Scrooge and the mysterious figure remain.)

The man in the black suit steps forward, his movement unnaturally smooth. He towers beside Scrooge, his voice a velvet growl.

Lord Velkan Thorne: “Your alliance trembles, Scrooge. One wrong word, and they’ll tear each other apart.”

Scrooge: (wry smile) “They’re Alphas. Born to lead, but not to follow. Discord is inevitable.”

Lord Thorne: “They think themselves powerful. But when he returns… they will know true fear.”

Scrooge: (nervous chuckle) “Yes, yes… when your master returns. Of course. All will… kneel.”

(Thorne’s eyes flare a dangerous red. He leans close—too close.)

Lord Thorne: “Don’t forget… you included.”

(He turns and glides toward the exit, his shadow stretching across the room like a claw.)

Scrooge exhales slowly. Alone, he sits back at the table, opens his ancient ledger, and scribbles:

“Order garlic.
Buy more wooden stakes.
Check availability of priest with attitude.”

He slams it shut, muttering.

Scrooge: “Better safe than impaled…”

FADE TO BLACK.

EPILOGUE – “The Devil You Know…”

Outside Scrooge’s icy gothic mansion, the frosted wind howls through the pines like a choir of restless ghosts. A sleek, obsidian-black limousine idles by the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the pale moonlight. Krampus, shrouded in his thick dark furs and still radiating the heat of the contentious meeting, storms down the marble steps with heavy hoofed strides. The driver, a gaunt ghoul=like man in a chauffeur’s cap, opens the rear door. Without a word, Krampus ducks inside.

Inside the plush vehicle, a familiar face awaits.

Paul “The Grinch” Heyman reclines in a velvet-upholstered seat, his fingers steepled, his expression equal parts amusement and calculation. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars, old pine, and something vaguely... sulfurous.

Grinch: “So... what did the monsters say?”

Krampus doesn’t answer at first. He leans back, letting the shadows of the car wrap around him, his curved horns barely fitting under the roof. He exhales, eyes burning faintly.

Krampus (growling): “You were right. It was Yeti and that leech Count Vlad pulling the strings. They had Moreau snatch Santa after the meeting at the Elder Yeti’s Den.”

Grinch (smirking, vindicated): “Told you. They want the North Pole for themselves. And let’s not forget—it was Vlad who whispered in Scrooge’s ear, who helped bring in all the Alphas under the same roof.”

Krampus grunts in agreement but glares out the window as the car starts to pull away, heading deeper into the snowy wilderness.

Krampus (low and menacing): “You think I trusted them? Any of them? No. I trust no one. Not Scrooge. Not the Witch. Not even you, flea.”

Grinch (grinning): “Fair. But they serve a purpose.”

Krampus: “Exactly. Let them wear themselves out. Let them break the Heroes of Hope. Burn down the North Pole if they want. And when the time comes…”

He leans forward, eyes flaring red with demonic fire.

Krampus: “…they’ll all learn the meaning of Alpha. The North, the Dominion, everything will bow before me. When I unleash the full wrath of the Alpha Demon... not even Saint Nick himself will stand in my way.”

Grinch (voice silky): “Just be careful not to underestimate Vlad. He plays a long game. The Dominion is a force to reckon with, the fangs bite hardest in the dark. Beastfang, Terror Fang, Timber Fang, Redfang, all of them are dangerous”

Krampus lets out a guttural laugh that rattles the windows.

Krampus: “Let them try. I’ll rip their fangs out one by one. Dominion means nothing to me. They want fear? I am fear. Let them come.”

The limo rolls into the night, headlights cutting through the swirling snow like the eyes of a predator. Inside, the two men—demon and manipulator—fall into a pensive silence.

Grinch (murmuring): “Then we wait... and we plan...”

Krampus’s burning eyes narrow.

Krampus (whispered to himself): “And when the blood moon rises, they’ll all remember who the first monster was.”

The camera slowly pans up to the night sky, the clouds briefly parting to reveal a crimson-tinged moon.

Fade to black.