Aired - August 8, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
NPCW COMMERCIAL — SHADOWFALL SUPERCARD
Airs August 31st – Only on the Scrooge Sports Network
[Open on a snowy, windswept plain under a blood-red moon. The icy stillness is shattered by distant war drums and thunderous footsteps.]
NARRATOR (GRAVELLY, OMINOUS):
"In the frozen North, shadows grow long… and legends prepare for war."
[FLASH CUT: A CRACK OF LIGHTNING – Sinister Klaus stands in a blackened throne room, Universal Championship across his shoulder, smirking darkly.]
SINISTER KLAUS (snarling):
"The light had its time. Now… darkness reigns."
[SMASH CUT TO: Rudolph, bloodied but unbowed, clutching the North Pole Championship with glowing red nose. Snow swirls around him like fire.]
NARRATOR:
"The Universal Champion. The North Pole Champion. Mentor… and protégé."
"In a world swallowed by shadows, can the red light shine once more?"
TITLE VS TITLE
SINISTER KLAUS VS RUDOLPH
NPCW Universal Champion vs NPCW North Pole Champion
A Collision of Titans… A Battle for the Fate of NPCW
[CUT TO: An enchanted forest cloaked in night. A golden-haired woman in radiant armor (Goldie Locks) sharpens a blade of shimmering light.]
NARRATOR:
"In the heart of the North, a new kind of royalty rises…"
[RIP THROUGH TO: A silver-eyed she-wolf emerging from the shadows — Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack, howling as the wind howls with her.]
MOONSHADOW (low growl):
"I’m done lurking in the trees. I want the crown."
QUEEN OF THE NORTH TITLE MATCH
GOLDIE LOCKS vs MOONSHADOW
Not every princess needs saving… some bite back.
[Thunder cracks. A montage of shadowy challengers, masked monsters, enchanted weapons, and apocalyptic snowstorms.]
NARRATOR (BUILDING INTENSITY):
"When the sun disappears… who will rise in the darkness?"
"Will Rudolph reclaim the light? Or will Klaus extinguish hope once and for all?"
"Will the Queen survive the hunt… or become its prey?"
TEXT ON SCREEN (Flickering like frostbitten fire):
🕯️ NPCW SHADOWFALL 🕯️
AUGUST 31ST
LIVE ON THE SCROOGE SPORTS NETWORK
“More matches to be revealed… if you can handle the truth.”
VOICEOVER TAGLINE (DEEP AND ECHOING):
"SHADOWFALL. THE LIGHTS GO OUT."
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:
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
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.
Santa Claus choke slamming a battered Rudolph. The fans in utter shock!
(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: A sweeping pan of the roaring crowd inside the packed North Pole Arena. Snow gently falls from the rafters as NPCW faithful wave signs, bang on barricades, and chant in unison. The energy is electric.]
[Fan signs include:]
“🦭 FREE FLIPPERS NOW!”
“I MELT FOR FROSTY ☃️”
“Hansel Ate My Homework 🍬”
“LET RUDOLPH COOK 🔥”
“ALL HAIL THE UNIVERSAL CHAMP”
“LILITH = NIGHTMARE FUEL 💀🖤”
“I CAME FOR THE ICE FIGHTS, STAYED FOR THE LAWSUITS”
[The camera transitions smoothly to the NPCW commentary desk, decked out in holiday flair and icy-blue lighting. Sitting front and center are your beloved announcers—Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, all warm energy and sportscoat charisma, and Eddie Ellington, smug in his signature T-shirt and sun glasses.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (excited): WELCOME, NPCW UNIVERSE! You are locked in live and frosty from the legendary North Pole Arena—and this is Polar Power Episode TWENTY!
Eddie Ellington (grinning): You can feel the drama in the air, Johnny! It's either that, or the three reindeer sausages I had before showtime.
Johnny: Tonight—everything starts boiling over! We're just three weeks away from Shadowfall, and we’ve got a lineup tonight that’s worthy of a Supercard itself!
Eddie (pointing to camera): And trust me, you're gonna want to stick around—Sinister Klaus meets the unmelting force of winter himself, FROSTY THE SNOWMAN, in the main event!
Johnny: That’s not all—the prodigal son returns! Hansel laces up his boots for the first time in over a month, and he’s not easing in—he’s taking on the demigod of domination: Heracles!
Eddie (mock flexing): I hope Hansel brought more than breadcrumbs—he's gonna need divine intervention!
Johnny: And in our women’s division—it’s going to be Lilith versus Gretel in a match that promises to get real grim.
Eddie (nodding): Those two don’t wrestle—they wage psychological warfare. This one might not end in a pin, Johnny—it might end in an exorcism.
Johnny (lowering his tone): But folks… before we get to the action, we start tonight with something monumental.
Eddie: Contract signings never end peacefully. That’s not an opinion—it’s a scientific truth. You put two rivals in a ring with pens and paperwork? Someone’s getting slapped.
[The screen cuts to a dramatic recap video—footage from last week's explosive ending plays to a rising orchestral sting: Sinister Klaus disappearing into the shadows, Flippers shown locked in a cage, and the moment Bernard stunned the world by stopping the decommissioning of the North Pole Championship. The words flash across the screen in chilling silver letters: "Title vs. Title. Shadowfall. August 31."]
Johnny: You saw it last week—Ebenezer Scrooge and Fenwick Grimbough tried to bury the North Pole Championship behind closed doors… but thanks to Bernard, the board says the only way to end that legacy is inside the ring!
Eddie: So tonight, it's official—the ink hits the ice as we kick things off with the contract signing for the Shadowfall Main Event: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Warrior vs. The Universal Champion, Sinister Klaus!
Johnny: Let’s head to the ring, where Commissioner Cratchit—and yes, Ebenezer Scrooge himself—are waiting with that iron-clad contract in hand!
[Cut to the ring, now decorated with a frosty velvet table at the center, complete with silver pens and title placeholders on each end. Commissioner Cratchit stands nervously on one side, carefully holding a clipboard, while Ebenezer Scrooge paces beside him in a long black overcoat and scarf, snarling at the audience like they owe him back taxes.]
[The crowd starts to chant: “RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!” as the tension begins to rise…]
[Fade out to commercial break with a dramatic musical sting.]
[Cut back from commercial. The camera pans across the buzzing crowd, signs still waving high as chants echo: "RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!"]
[Inside the ring, the atmosphere is tense. A velvet-covered table sits in the center with two copies of the Shadowfall main event contract resting atop it, silver pens placed with theatrical precision. Commissioner Bob Cratchit stands at the ready, microphone in hand, his nervous smile betraying the weight of the moment. To his left stands Special Advisor Ebenezer Scrooge, arms crossed and scowl firmly planted beneath his stovepipe hat. Beside Scrooge is Bernard, wearing his crisp liaison blazer with a quiet confidence. Off in one corner, arms behind his back, looms the bald and cold-eyed Fenwick Grimbough—the former toymaker turned rules-enforcer—his presence like a bureaucratic shadow.]
Commissioner Cratchit (nodding to the crowd):
"Ladies and gentlemen of the North Pole Arena... tonight, we make history. At Shadowfall, two legacies collide. And right now, we make it official. Please welcome the reigning and defending NPCW North Pole Champion... Rudolph the Red-Nosed Warrior!"
[The crowd erupts as "Run Rudolph Run" (with an epic metal remix twist) blasts over the PA system. Red lights swirl like sirens, and emerging through the archway comes Rudolph, title around his waist, that famous nose glowing bright with intensity. He’s flanked by his brothers-in-arms from the Reindeer Coalition—Comet, Blitzen, Donner, and Prancer—each in matching gear emblazoned with frosty sigils. They climb into the ring and take up their post on one side of the contract table, eyes locked on the officials across from them.]
Cratchit (over the noise):
"And now... his opponent. The reigning NPCW Universal Champion, the man who calls himself the true heir to winter's throne... SINISTER KLAUS!"
[The lights dim. A chilling, distorted orchestral version of "Carol of the Bells" tolls through the arena. Smoke pours from the ramp as Sinister Klaus emerges in full regalia: a black-and-red fur-lined cloak dragging behind him, his Universal Title slung across one shoulder. Behind him march four twisted figures—the corrupted former members of the Reindeer Coalition: Dancer, Dasher, Cupid, and Vixen. Dressed in black leather, cruel smiles on their faces, they now go by a darker moniker: The Slay Team. They climb the apron and slither into the ring, flanking Klaus with arms folded and glares sharpened.]
Eddie Ellington (on commentary):
"There they are, Johnny—the Slay Team! Sleigh bells turned death knells. What a betrayal."
Johnny Michaels:
"I still can’t believe it. Friends turned enemies. And tonight, we see it all come to a head."
[The tension in the ring is as thick as the northern fog. Rudolph steps forward, eyes locked with Klaus. The two champions meet at the table, noses inches apart. Rudolph puts his North Pole Title on the table; Klaus responds by dropping the Universal Title right beside it.]
Rudolph (firm, righteous):
"You can corrupt names, twist legacies, and hide behind shadows, Klaus... but at Shadowfall, I'm dragging you into the light. And the North Pole Title isn't going anywhere."
Sinister Klaus (grinning):
"You still believe in legacy, Rudy? That title is a relic. A sentimental ornament. I’m building something eternal. After Shadowfall, your title... your history... your coalition... all of it gets buried in black ice."
[Each side glares. The crowd is buzzing, on edge. Cratchit carefully slides the contracts toward them. Klaus grabs a pen first and scrawls his jagged signature with a flourish. Rudolph follows, signing with bold strokes. The papers are signed. It's official. The Shadowfall Main Event is locked in. Title vs. Title. One legacy walks away. One ends.]
[For a long, tense moment, both champions stare each other down. The Sleigh Team inch forward. Comet and Blitzen flex and step closer. Tension spikes. Fans are on their feet.]
Eddie Ellington:
"Here it comes! Someone’s about to get sleighed!"
Johnny Michaels:
"NO! Commissioner Cratchit stepping in! Bernard holding firm! Cooler heads… for now… are prevailing!"
[Bernard puts a steadying hand on Rudolph’s shoulder. Cratchit raises his hands between the sides. Even Scrooge lifts a finger, as if warning both factions to hold back. Begrudgingly, both sides start to separate.]
Sinister Klaus (final taunt):
"Enjoy your last three weeks as champion, Rudolph. Because come Shadowfall, winter isn’t coming—it’s consuming."
[He turns, cloak billowing, and exits the ring with the Sleigh Team as jeers rain down from the crowd. Rudolph remains behind, eyes narrowed, his comrades rallying at his back.]
Johnny Michaels:
"It’s official, folks. Shadowfall. Title vs. Title. A collision course for the soul of NPCW."
Eddie Ellington:
"And that ring might not survive the storm that’s coming."
[Fade to a dark screen with the Shadowfall logo and the words: "A Legacy Must Fall – August 31."]
Johnny Michaels: “Welcome back, folks, and we’re kicking things off with a match that’s been brewing for weeks! Regina the Evil Queen representing the dark dominion of the Queens of Despair, and Sparkle, the heart of the Tinsel Twins, looking to dazzle with that holiday cheer!”
Eddie Ellington: “Holiday cheer? Please, Johnny, this isn’t a bake sale—it’s professional wrestling. Sparkle should’ve stayed in the ornament aisle. Regina didn’t come here to sprinkle glitter—she came to reign.”
Johnny Michaels: “There's the bell, and both women waste no time circling each other. Sparkle with that signature bounce in her step, keeping the pace high.”
Eddie Ellington: “She looks like she drank three candy canes and a cup of bad decisions. Regina’s not impressed, and neither am I.”
Johnny Michaels: “They tie up—and it’s Regina with the early advantage, wrenching that arm and twisting Sparkle down to a knee. Sparkle trying to kip up—rolls through—and she connects with a sharp spin kick to the midsection!”
Eddie Ellington: “Blind luck, Johnny. Even a glitter bomb lands once in a while.”
Johnny Michaels: “Sparkle hits the ropes, looking for momentum—wait! Regina cuts her off with a back elbow, and now... now she’s got that wicked look in her eyes.”
Eddie Ellington: “Oh ho ho yes, here it comes—DARK ENCHANTMENT! She’s got it! That sleeper hold is locked in like a winter curse!”
Johnny Michaels: “Sparkle trying to fight it—flailing—she’s reaching for the ropes! No! Regina cinches it in even tighter! Honest Abe checking on Sparkle—she’s fading!”
Eddie Ellington: “She’s not fading, Johnny—she’s vanishing from relevance. And somewhere, a Christmas tree just sighed in relief.”
Johnny Michaels: “Sparkle’s arm drops once… twice… THREE TIMES! That’s it! Regina with the win via DARK ENCHANTMENT!”
[Bell rings]
Eddie Ellington: “Order has been restored, Johnny. Evil reigns, holiday cheer weeps in the corner, and the Huntsman didn’t even have to break a sweat.”
Johnny Michaels: “A brutal and dominant performance from the Evil Queen. Sparkle gave it her all, but tonight, the darkness wins.”
Eddie Ellington: “She never had a chance. Glitter doesn’t scare royalty.”
RETURN OF HANSEL
[Scene opens in the backstage interview zone of the North Pole Arena. NPCW’s roving reporter, the always poised and stylish Smooth Samantha, stands in front of a festive NPCW-branded backdrop adorned with snow-dusted holly and the faint outline of a full moon. Microphone in hand, Samantha flashes her trademark dazzling smile to the camera.]
Smooth Samantha:
“Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is one of NPCW’s most formidable factions—The Hunter’s Enclave. Please welcome Van Helsing, Gretel… and for the first time since June, Hansel!”
[The camera pans back to reveal the trio: the tall and intense Van Helsing stands like a grim sentinel, trench coat collar turned up; Gretel, fierce and confident in her combat gear, nods coolly to the camera; and Hansel, newly returned, steps forward with a braced forearm and fire in his eyes. His expression carries the hunger of a man who’s been forced to watch from the sidelines far too long.]
Smooth Samantha:
“Hansel, it’s been nearly two months since Kong and Ogre shattered your arm in that brutal backstage assault. The road to recovery hasn’t been easy—but tonight, you make your in-ring return. How are you feeling?”
Hansel (nodding, voice measured but intense):
“It feels good to be back, Samantha. I’ve been watching, waiting, healing... and yes, remembering. Every crack of bone, every ounce of pain—it’s all been fuel. I haven’t forgotten what Kong and Ogre did. I haven’t forgiven it either. That reckoning is coming.”
[He flexes his wrapped forearm with purpose.]
Hansel (cont’d):
“But tonight… tonight isn’t about vengeance. Not yet. It’s about proving that I still belong in that ring. That this arm may have been broken—but my will never was. And to prove that, I’ve got to go through Heracles. A mountain of a man. A warrior in his own right. I won’t overlook him… because I don’t look past anyone. Not anymore.”
[Hansel steps back, nodding to his sister. Gretel, ever the huntress, steps forward.]
Smooth Samantha:
“Gretel, later tonight you face Lilith—the Demoness of the Frozen North. That’s a dangerous foe. What’s your mindset heading into that match?”
Gretel (smirking):
“Dangerous? Sure. But I don’t hunt bunnies, Samantha. I hunt monsters. Lilith likes to whisper in shadows, play her little games, spook the timid. But I don’t spook easy. She wants to see fear? She’ll see steel. I’m walking into that ring with silver stakes, fire in my fists, and a plan to send the Demoness back to whatever haunted iceberg she crawled out of.”
[Van Helsing chuckles under his breath. Gretel turns her head slightly, locking eyes with the camera.]
Gretel (cont’d):
“She picked the wrong huntress to try and haunt.”
Smooth Samantha (nodding, then shifting focus):
“And Van Helsing—there’s been a lot of buzz around two other members of the Enclave: Scarlett Howl and Mina Harker. Both missing in action. The fans are asking, the roster is curious—can you give us any update?”
[Van Helsing steps forward, his eyes shadowed beneath the brim of his wide hat. He takes a long pause before answering.]
Van Helsing (cool, resolute):
“Scarlett and Mina are… on a path that currently lies outside the bounds of NPCW. That is all I will say.”
Smooth Samantha (pressing slightly):
“Can you at least confirm if they’re still aligned with the Enclave? If they’ll return?”
Van Helsing (tone sharpening slightly):
“I said what I meant, Samantha. Their journey is theirs. When the time comes, you’ll know.”
[A tense beat. Smooth Samantha senses the finality in his tone and opts not to push further. She shifts her smile back toward the camera.]
Smooth Samantha:
“There you have it. The Hunter’s Enclave is back in full force—and tonight, they look to carve their mark once again. Hansel returns. Gretel’s locked in. And Van Helsing… always watching. Back to you at ringside.”
[Camera fades out on the trio, the torchlight of the Enclave flickering behind them like a warning.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks, and we are set for a huge return bout—Hansel of the Hunter’s Enclave is back in action after a nasty broken arm at the hands of Kong and Ogre! Tonight, though, he’s stepping into the ring with the powerhouse Heracles, and that man is never alone—Zeus is looming ringside!
Eddie Ellington: That's right, Johnny, and look at Heracles—he’s carved out of marble and swings like a wrecking ball. Meanwhile Hansel still looks like he’s fresh off a gingerbread house demolition.
Johnny: OH! Right out of the gate—Heracles with LABORS END! That sitout powerbomb just flattened Hansel!
Eddie: That’s what you get when you skip warmups and fight a demigod, Johnny. Hansel’s ribs are singing lullabies!
Johnny: Hansel bounces back! Flying forearm connects and knocks Heracles for a loop!
Eddie: Lucky shot. Even a broken clock’s right twice a day. That’s Hansel’s two.
Johnny: Hansel tried to press the attack, but Heracles catches him—COLOSSAL THROW! A thunderous overhead belly-to-belly suplex!
Eddie: That ring just shifted three inches west!
Johnny: Hansel locks in a spinning toe hold, working the legs of Heracles...
Eddie: But Heracles muscles out and again launches him with that suplex. I hope Hansel brought a neck brace!
Johnny: Another flying forearm! Hansel showing that grit we’ve come to expect!
Eddie: Yeah, grit... or just brain fog from all those suplexes.
Johnny: GAUNTLET SMASH! Heracles clocks him with a brutal back elbow!
Eddie: That’s the power of the pantheon right there!
Johnny: He’s got him again! LABORS END—Heracles is trying to end this early!
Eddie: Just end Hansel’s career while he’s at it!
Johnny: Dual offense! Belly-to-belly by Hansel! Heracles with another throw!
Eddie: These guys are just hurling each other like Olympian discus!
Johnny: Spine Crusher from Hansel! But Heracles fires back with another Gauntlet Smash!
Eddie: Two bulls locking horns! Except one bull lifts planets.
Johnny: Hansel powers through with a slam! But Heracles counters with—you guessed it—another COLOSSAL THROW!
Eddie: They should just rename the move to “Hansel’s Flight Plan.”
Johnny: Mount Olympus Crash! Sidewalk slam from Heracles! Hansel looks hurt!
Eddie: Look at Zeus—he’s loving this. Who needs lightning bolts when you’ve got Heracles?
Johnny: WAIT—Zeus just interfered! Lightning Rod right to Hansel’s spine!
Eddie: Teamwork makes the god-work, Johnny! Perfect strategy!
Johnny: Hansel back on the offensive with a flying forearm! Still in this!
Eddie: Like a zombie in a horror movie—just stay down, Hansel!
Johnny: Spinning toe hold again—Heracles can’t shake him!
Eddie: Well, that’s the only limb Hansel hasn't broken yet, so I guess he’s using it.
Johnny: Big exchange—both men connect! Slam from Hansel, elbow from Heracles!
Eddie: That’s a double-feature, folks. Pain and more pain!
Johnny: Hansel drives him down again with a power slam!
Eddie: This guy refuses to quit. I hate it. But I respect it... just a little.
Johnny: Hansel with another belly-to-belly! He’s stringing together offense now!
Eddie: Must be the adrenaline... or bad decisions.
Johnny: They both connect—Hansel with the forearm, Heracles with LABORS END! HE’S GOING FOR A PIN!
Eddie: That’s it!
Johnny: 1... 2... NO! Hansel kicks out!
Eddie: What?! That wasn’t a kickout, that was divine defiance!
Johnny: Back and forth now—belly-to-bellys and suplexes traded! Hansel with a front facelock!
Eddie: But Heracles keeps landing those COLOSSAL THROWS! Hansel might be seeing stars—and not just the kind from Wallachia.
Johnny: Another colossal throw! But Hansel fires back, belly-to-belly again! And now—Heracles hits the ELYSIUM DRIVER!
Eddie: That’s the toll for crossing gods, Johnny!
Johnny: Hansel with a relentless streak now—forearms, suplexes, and a tight front facelock! He’s wearing Heracles down!
Eddie: Like trying to shave a boulder with a butter knife—but hey, he’s stubborn!
Johnny: Heracles gets back control—sidewalk slam! Powerslam! Back elbow! Hansel looks dazed!
Eddie: Look at Zeus signaling—he wants this done. Stick the sword in it!
Johnny: Heracles with the LABORS END one final time! The pin attempt!
Eddie: Count it!
Johnny: 1... 2... 3! That’s it! Heracles wins!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you climb Mount Olympus without a rope, Johnny.
Johnny: Hansel gave everything in his return bout, but tonight the godly might of Heracles proved too much. Stay tuned, folks—we’ve got more NPCW action coming your way!
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Polar Power! We’ve got a monster mash of a tag match right here as the cold-blooded Snake Pit—Leiton and Tobias—take on the brute beasts of Monster Bash, Kong and Ogre, with Dr. Frankenstein lurking at ringside!
Eddie Ellington: Let’s just cut to the chase, Johnny—the Snake Pit is out here playing dress-up as wrestlers, and they’re about to get crushed by two walking natural disasters! Kong and Ogre don’t need strategy—they are the strategy!
Johnny: Leiton Snake starting things off with a surprise burst of teamwork—single underhook facebuster by Leiton, and here comes Tobias with a lariat! They're trying to chop the big man down early!
Eddie: That's cute. They double-teamed Kong and only annoyed him! And look—Kong just flew through the air with that diving headbutt! That’s not a headbutt, that’s an extinction event!
Johnny: Snake Pit continues the assault—snap DDT from Tobias! Kong eats it but stays on his feet! This man is built different!
Eddie: Built like a skyscraper, fights like a demolition crew! But Kong wisely tags in Ogre—now things get even uglier!
Johnny: Leiton hits a sling blade, trying to keep the pace quick, but Ogre just launches him outside the ring! The ref starts the count—Leiton back in at five!
Eddie: I wouldn’t have gotten back in! That’s like jumping back into a bear trap!
Johnny: Leiton with a buckle bomb! Ogre answers with a snap mare! Both teams are landing big hits, but Leiton tags in Tobias—fresh man in!
Eddie: Great, now we get the B-squad. And Tobias eats a kneedrop from Ogre for his troubles! Boom!
Johnny: Snake Pit returning to the double-team playbook—mounted punches from Tobias, pedigree facebuster from Leiton! But Ogre spikes Leiton with a piledriver! This is turning into a car crash in slow motion!
Eddie: And I love it! But look, Ogre’s still standing—just barely—but this shows you how hard it is to keep this beast down!
Johnny: Leiton with a diving somersault neckbreaker! What agility! But Ogre nails a sledge to the chest—it’s just raw power versus finesse!
Eddie: The Snakes are scurrying, trying every trick in the book. But tricks don’t work on monsters! Kong and Ogre don’t read books!
Johnny: Tobias is out, Leiton back in and hits a running single-leg dropkick! Ogre hits the big butt drop again—but wait! Leiton's up top—Frog Splash connects!
Eddie: No! No way!
Johnny: ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! Leiton Snake just pinned Ogre! The Snake Pit with the shocking win over the Monster Bash!
Eddie: Someone check if Ogre actually got up. This has to be some kind of illusion—Dr. Frankenstein’s got some explaining to do!
Johnny: What a wild back-and-forth match! The Snake Pit pulled it off—what an upset here on Polar Power!
Eddie: Ugh, now we have to hear them hiss and pose like they did something special. Enjoy it while it lasts, Snakes. You don’t survive long in a pit full of monsters!
A CHILL IN THE AIR
(NPCW’s frosty-themed backstage interview zone is lit up with cool blue lights and swirling artificial snow. Smooth Samantha, poised and professional as ever, stands with her microphone in hand. Next to her towers the larger-than-life animated icon himself—Frosty the Snowman—wearing his wrestling gear, signature silk hat perched atop his icy dome, carrot nose glinting under the lights.)
Smooth Samantha: (cheerful but focused) Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from tonight’s colossal main event—Sinister Klaus versus Frosty the Snowman—and I’m here now with the icy icon himself. Frosty, this is one of the most anticipated singles bouts in NPCW history. Emotions are high. What’s going through your mind as you prepare to face the man many say has become the coldest figure in wrestling... literally and metaphorically?
Frosty the Snowman: (nods slowly, arms crossed, his normally jolly expression tight with seriousness) Well, Samantha… it’s strange days in the North Pole when Santa Claus ain't on the nice list anymore. I don’t know what got into Kris. Maybe it's that twisted Sleigh Team whisperin' in his ear… maybe it’s something darker. But that ain't the Santa I shared hot cocoa with after long blizzards. That ain’t the Santa who gave me this hat right here.
(He taps the brim of his famous silk top hat, voice tightening.)
But tonight? Tonight it ain’t about nostalgia. It ain’t about what used to be. It's about snapping him outta whatever black magic fog he’s wandered into—one snow-packed punch at a time.
Smooth Samantha: (leaning in, intrigued) You’ve had your share of icy brawls, but tonight feels… personal. Is it?
Frosty: (nods slowly) It is, Samantha. See, Klaus was more than a friend. He was a brother in red. We fought side by side for the spirit of the season. But now? He’s got black coal for a heart and shadows in his eyes. So yeah—it’s personal.
(Frosty looks directly into the camera, his tone shifting from somber to fired-up.)
Tonight, it’s gonna get Frosty in that ring. I’m gonna storm in there, full blizzard, and knock some holiday sense back into that overgrown lump of coal. And if he don’t come to his senses? Well then, I’ll leave him face-down in a snowbank with nothing but regret and reindeer tracks.
Smooth Samantha: (nodding, impressed by his passion) Strong words from a strong spirit. Good luck tonight, Frosty.
Frosty: (cracking a wintry grin) Luck's for wishlists. I’m bringin’ a cold front.
(He tips his hat and stomps off-camera with a powerful stride, frost briefly trailing behind him as the crowd watching from monitors backstage pops loudly in the background.)
Smooth Samantha: (to camera) That was Frosty the Snowman—focused, fired-up, and ready to battle the darkest version of an old ally. The main event is coming, and it’s sure to be chilling.
(Fade back to ringside.)
Johnny: Alright folks, we're back on Polar Power Episode 0020 and the temperature just dropped a few degrees in the North Pole Arena because the Demonic Legion is in the house! The Northern Lights Champion Abaddon is headed to the ring with that unholy enforcer Lilith at his side.
Eddie: Oh come on, Johnny! That’s not just a champion you’re looking at—that’s a walking apocalypse. The man is a vision of dominance. And look at Lilith—pure elegance and malice in one perfectly dark package. Meanwhile, the Jolly Green Buffoon is lumbering down the ramp like he’s late for a salad bar.
Johnny: Give me a break, Eddie. The Jolly Green may be all smiles, but he’s no joke. The big man’s had a string of strong showings and tonight could be his biggest win to date—even if it’s a non-title match.
Eddie: Biggest win? Johnny, the only thing that guy’s gonna win tonight is a coupon for frozen peas after Abaddon folds him in half.
Johnny: And we’re underway! Abaddon opens with a powerful bodyslam, showing off that demonic strength!
Eddie: Like a sack of rotten lettuce—down goes the big green goof!
Johnny: But wait! Jolly Green fires right back with a backbreaker! Tremendous torque on that spine! That’s no small feat!
Johnny: Abaddon with a vertical suplex! Clean execution—textbook!
Eddie: You’d think Jolly would be used to being upside down. It’s how he probably waters himself.
Johnny: Now we’re heating up! Abaddon hits the Hellfire Plex—what elevation! But Jolly Green somehow muscles in a suplex of his own! These two titans are trading thunder!
Eddie: How?! HOW is this overgrown garnish still standing?
Johnny: Another Netherstrike from Abaddon! That knee finds its mark!
Eddie: It’s gonna take more than chlorophyll to heal that bruise!
Johnny: But Jolly counters again with a second suplex—this guy’s absorbing the pain and giving it back in spades!
Johnny: Back and forth! Another Netherstrike from the champ—but Jolly Green answers with a smash to the knee! That could be key to grounding the high-impact champion!
Johnny: Vertical suplex again from Abaddon! He’s starting to string them together.
Eddie: Keep him grounded! Drive that fertilizer-peddler straight through the canvas!
Johnny: Momentum shift! Jolly Green with a Belly to Belly Suplex! And another one! He’s on a roll!
Eddie: What is happening?! Someone check his trunks for miracle grow!
Johnny: Abaddon regains control with a stiff vertical suplex—but Jolly’s still in this! He even neutralized a bodyslam! The big man refuses to stay down!
Eddie: What does it take to bury this verdant freak?!
Johnny: Hey—wait a minute! Lilith just clawed Jolly Green’s face behind the ref’s back!
Eddie: Beautiful distraction! That’s what you call teamwork, Johnny! Maybe Jolly should’ve brought a leprechaun or something.
Johnny: ABADDON’S FURY! He hit it clean! But Jolly Green fights through the pin attempt! Unbelievable resiliency!
Eddie: No! He should’ve stayed down! That’s what happens when you let vegetables grow wild—they get ideas.
Johnny: Jolly fires back with a Belly Laugh Slam! But Abaddon answers with the Hellbreaker! The champion is not letting go of control.
Eddie: That’s the thing about Abaddon—he doesn’t just beat you… he breaks you.
Johnny: Abaddon tries a suplex, but Jolly neutralizes! And here comes a Backbreaker! Jolly Green has found a second—or third—wind!
Eddie: How is he still breathing?! Someone melt him down and find out!
Johnny: Another suplex from Jolly Green! He’s hammering the champion with old-school power! And he’s neutralizing strikes, absorbing the suplexes, this guy is on fire!
Eddie: On fire?! Don’t give him any ideas—he might roast himself and feed the crowd! Ugh!
Johnny: Lilith’s at it again! She just handed something to Abaddon! But Jolly Green powers through with another backbreaker! That crowd is rallying!
Eddie: Ban her! No—ban him! Ban all vegetables from NPCW!
Johnny: HELL’S FURY! A Triple Non-Release Powerbomb! He planted Jolly like a Christmas tree in a snowstorm! Here's the cover—1...2...3! It’s over! Abaddon wins it in a brutal showcase of power and resilience!
Eddie: YES! Praise the darkness! That is why he is the Northern Lights Champion! And that’s why oversized greenery belongs in salad bowls, not wrestling rings!
Johnny: Say what you want, Eddie, but the Jolly Green just took the champion to the limit in a non-title classic. One thing's for sure—Abaddon walked out with the win, but he knows now just how strong the challenge is from the other side of the forest.
Eddie: Challenge? Ha! All I saw was one vegetable getting chopped, diced, and powerbombed into oblivion!
[Scene fades to recap package of the Hell’s Fury finish as the crowd buzzes, Abaddon raises his arms with Lilith at his side, and "Honest" Abe tries to check on the battered but conscious Jolly Green.]
DEMONIC INTENTIONS FOR MERRIMENT
The scene opens under dim purple lighting, with a swirling mist crawling across the ground like it’s alive. Smooth Samantha stands at her usual position near the frost-branded NPCW logo, microphone in hand, her professional demeanor unwavering—even as the sinister presence of her guests shifts the energy in the room.
Smooth Samantha: Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here, and I’m standing by with the reigning Northern Lights Champion—the terrifying force from the other side—Abaddon, accompanied as always by the equally chilling Lilith of the Demonic Legion. Abaddon, first off… congratulations on a hard-fought victory tonight over the Jolly Green. That was one of the most physical contests we’ve seen you in—
Abaddon slowly turns his cold, soulless eyes toward Samantha, the golden glint of the Northern Lights Championship hanging off his shoulder like a warning to any would-be challengers. Lilith stands behind him, smirking, eyes burning with cruel pride.
Abaddon: Congratulations... are for survivors. Jolly Green survived—barely. But make no mistake, Samantha… what you saw tonight? That was a sample platter. A taste of the torment I inflict. And Robin Hood… your reckoning awaits.
Lilith leans in slightly over Abaddon’s shoulder, laughing low and sharp like cracking ice.
Abaddon: You remember June 30th, don’t you? Polar Meltdown Aftermath? When your golden boy—your rebel icon—had the light drained from his eyes by my hand? When his dreams of a reign were shattered, and this title became mine?
He holds the Northern Lights Championship higher, the camera catching a glint of frost-like etching across its surface.
Abaddon:
At Shadowfall, he gets to relive that nightmare…
But this time, he won’t just lose the title.
He’ll lose hope.
Jolly Green got mercy tonight. Robin?
Robin Hood will get one hundred times the agony.
Lilith: He’s not just coming to reclaim a title. He’s coming to the funeral of his own legacy.
The lights flicker slightly as the mist swirls higher. Abaddon steps forward just enough for the camera to feel his full presence—icy breath escaping from between clenched teeth as if the cold of the void leaks out of him.
Abaddon: Robin Hood… prepare for the fall.
Without another word, Abaddon and Lilith turn and walk off into the mist, the camera lingering on the swinging gold of the championship belt and the echo of Lilith’s laughter as it fades into the distance.
Smooth Samantha: (Recovering her composure) …Chilling words from the Northern Lights Champion. Shadowfall is shaping up to be a battlefield—and Robin Hood may be walking into a storm unlike any he’s faced before.
Johnny: We’re back here at Polar Power, and up next we’ve got a wild tag team collision—The Wolf Pack’s high-flying duo, Moonshadow and Moon Silver, taking on the matriarch of holiday power herself, Mrs. Claus, and her spirited protégé Pearl!
Eddie: Oh great, bring out the baked goods and bedtime stories. You’ve got two wolves of war against a gingerbread granny and her peppermint pet project. This one’s gonna get ugly, Johnny—and I like ugly!
Johnny: We’re underway, and the wolves waste no time! Moon Silver and Moonshadow teaming up on Mrs. Claus, and—whoa! A DDT from Moon Silver and a Lycan Lock dragon sleeper from Moonshadow! Vicious teamwork!
Eddie: That’s what tag team wrestling looks like! That’s what dominance looks like! Mrs. Claus just got stuffed like a Christmas turkey!
Johnny: But wait—momentum swings! Mrs. Claus and Pearl respond with some double-team offense of their own! Christmas Lights Clothesline and a Tooth Buster! Pearl bulldogs Moon Silver into the mat!
Eddie: What is this, a seasonal miracle? These two should be handing out cocoa, not dishing out punishment!
Johnny: Mrs. Claus showing real fight here with a flying dropkick! She’s taken control! Moon Silver is reeling!
Eddie: She must’ve spiked the eggnog with rocket fuel, Johnny! But don’t count out the wolves—they’re just getting warmed up.
Johnny: Mrs. Claus just locked in that joyful bearhug—Spreading Christmas Joy! But—wait a second! One of the Wolf Pack slipped something to Moon Silver on the outside!
Eddie: Hey, I didn’t see anything! Maybe Mrs. Claus just can’t handle her own strength anymore—she's past the expiration date, Johnny!
Johnny: The pace is relentless! Moon Silver with the Howling Slam out of nowhere! And there’s the tag—Moonshadow is back in!
Eddie: Like a shadow on a full moon night, he’s lurking, he’s hunting—and here comes the kneeeeeedrop! Boom! Down goes Mrs. Claus!
Johnny: Mrs. Claus tags in Pearl—she’s in with fire! Sliding clothesline! Rolling forearm! But Moonshadow somehow weathers the storm!
Eddie: It’s hard to hurt a man who already walks through darkness, Johnny. Pearl’s swinging a candy cane in a wolf’s den.
Johnny: Moonshadow tags Moon Silver—look at this! Double team devastation! Sitout Powerbomb and Neckbreaker combo! Mrs. Claus is back in swinging—Kick to the Midsection!
Eddie: No way these holiday halfwits can hang with the Pack, Johnny. That’s like sending reindeer to hunt wolves.
Johnny: Moon Silver with a Full Moon Crush! What agility! But Mrs. Claus throws him to the floor! Referee 'Honest' Abe starts the count!
Eddie: Honest Abe better check his glasses—he missed a beauty of a moonsault! These Wolves are art in motion!
Johnny: Everyone’s in the ring now! Chaos! Claus Crunch! Tooth Buster! Lunar Lariat! Full Moon Crush again! It’s total anarchy!
Eddie: You call it chaos—I call it carnage! And carnage favors the Pack!
Johnny: Final moments ticking down—Moon Silver with ANOTHER Sitout Powerbomb on Mrs. Claus! That’s gotta be it!
Eddie: One... two... three! YES! Victory for the wolves! The Full Moon rises tonight over NPCW!
Johnny: What a battle, but in the end, Moon Silver and Moonshadow claim the win after a brutal Sitout Powerbomb. Mrs. Claus gave it everything she had.
Eddie: Gave everything she had? She should’ve saved some of that for bingo night. The Wolf Pack isn’t here for carols and cookies—they’re here to dominate!
Johnny: Fans, we’ve reached Match 6, and what a showdown this promises to be! The reigning tag team champions—the unpredictable Misfits of Mayhem—take on the rugged outdoorsmen, the Yukon Trappers! And while this is a non-title affair, don’t let that fool you—there’s bad blood brewing!
Eddie: Bad blood, Johnny? There’s bad hygiene, bad attitude, and bad music anytime the Misfits show up. And don’t even get me started on Ace “Turtleneck” MacDougal. The Yukon boys should’ve brought bear traps.
Johnny: And here we go! Josh starts things off for the Trappers against the madman himself, Mason—and WHOA! A thunderous powerbomb from Madman Mason just seconds in! He’s going for impact early!
Eddie: Josh got flattened like a squirrel under a snowplow! That ain’t legal in Alaska, and it shouldn’t be legal here!
Johnny: Negropolis tags in but Josh comes back with a shoulder breaker that snaps Negropolis like a frozen twig! A strong answer from the Yukon Trapper!
Eddie: That’s what I like! No nonsense. No makeup. Just mountain-bred strength. Negropolis better tag before his facepaint slides off.
Johnny: Back comes Madman Mason—and—oh, come on! Ace MacDougal distracting the ref! “Flippers the Penguin” may be missing, but Ace is still up to his usual tricks!
Eddie: Maybe if Flippers were here, he'd waddle out and peck some sense into Ace. What kind of guy distracts a referee while wearing two watches?
Johnny: Mason now with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex—and Yukon Josh is in trouble, folks! He’s been isolated and hammered. Lou’s reaching out desperately!
Eddie: Lou might need a harpoon to break this up. Josh has been trapped longer than a tourist in a Yukon outhouse.
Johnny: WAIT! Here come the Trappers with a double-team! Yukon Elbow Drop by Josh—Knee to the Midsection by Lou! A rare break in the Misfits’ momentum!
Eddie: That’s how you do it in the bush, Johnny! Double-team 'em, toss 'em to the wolves, and move on. Lou’s got experience dragging elk carcasses bigger than Mason.
Johnny: But Mason fires back with a short clothesline! Josh answers with a jumping kick! Back and forth they go—nobody giving an inch!
Eddie: That kick echoed like a moose call at midnight! But Johnny, why is Ace always on the apron? He should get a manager's license revoked and replaced with a leash.
Johnny: Negropolis back in and—whoa! He hurls Josh outside the ring like yesterday’s garbage! Ref starting the count... but Josh crawls back in at six!
Eddie: What a warrior! Most men would’ve stayed down and demanded cocoa. Josh comes back for more like there’s gold in them turnbuckles!
Johnny: Lou finally tags in and delivers a standing arm bar! But Negropolis flips it—Black Doom! Huge counter from the dark prince of pain!
Eddie: I’d call that “cheap sorcery,” Johnny. That wasn’t wrestling—that was curse-casting! Someone check if Lou’s shadow still matches his body!
Johnny: Josh back in now, lands a hammerlock—he’s fighting with all he’s got! Tries to go after Ace MacDougal too—but misses!
Eddie: That’s okay, kid! Keep swinging at Ace! Sooner or later, you’ll hit him in the Bluetooth.
Johnny: Big boot to the face from Josh! He covers! 1...2...no! Mason kicks out at two! So close!
Eddie: Come on, Abe! Count faster! What is this, the “Honest” Hour? That was a pin and a half!
Johnny: Madman Mason regains control with help from Ace again—“Point out Weakness”! That gives Mason the opening—he tags Negropolis, and the champions keep this carousel turning!
Eddie: It’s like wrestling with a cheat code, Johnny. And that code spells A-C-E. Someone unplug his headset!
Johnny: Final stretch now—Josh and Mason back in—Josh grabs a wristlock, but Mason shrugs it off and plants him with a vertical suplex! That’s it! The cover! 1...2...3! That’s all!
Eddie: Ugh! A vertical suplex? That’s how this ends? I’ve seen more impressive finishes in lumberjack contests!
Johnny: A hard-fought, high-impact battle—but it’s the NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Misfits of Mayhem, who come out on top tonight. Ace MacDougal’s fingerprints are all over this one!
Eddie: Yeah, just like a raccoon at a picnic, Johnny. The Trappers deserved better. And I still want answers about Flippers the Penguin!
Johnny: We all do, Eddie. But the tag champs march on—whether we like it or not! Stay tuned, folks—our main event is just around the corner!
FLIPPERS REVELATION
The bell rings and the crowd erupts in cheers as Madman Jack Mason throws his arms up with a wide-eyed grin, still riding the rush of chaos. Negropolis raises his gloved fists to the sky, letting out a victorious roar. Ace MacDougal, ever the showman, leaps onto the bottom rope and hypes up the crowd like a manic ringmaster.
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels (on commentary): The Misfits of Mayhem do it again! They’ve been on an absolute tear since winning the belts, and these fans are loving every minute of it!
Eddie Ellington: Yeah, because what’s not to love about two monsters and a maniac with glitter in his mustache? I bet they get invited to so many polite dinner parties.
The crowd continues to cheer as the trio begins their wild, meandering celebration up the ramp, slapping hands with fans and soaking in the adoration—until suddenly... the arena goes dark.
The cheers quickly shift to confusion and concern as the lights cut out. The Jumbotron above the stage fizzles into static.
🎵 "Hush, little baby, don’t say a word..." 🎵
That lullaby.
Soft and broken, like a music box left in the attic too long. A wave of unease sweeps over the crowd. The Misfits freeze. Madman Jack’s body stiffens instantly, and he clutches the sides of his head. The cheerfulness drains from his face. His expression twists in discomfort... in fear.
Madman Mason (murmuring): Not again... not the song...
Negropolis steps in front of Jack, protective, scanning the arena like he's preparing for a fight. Ace MacDougal’s grin has vanished, replaced by a concerned frown. The crowd begins chanting “FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS!” as the screen fades in—
A dim, claustrophobic room. Rusted bars. A small, frightened figure inside.
Flippers the Penguin, the NPCW mascot, is in the cage again—shaking, eyes wide, chirping weakly.
And then—
A figure appears. Back to the camera. A woman with fiery red hair, her blue-and-pink dress tattered and aged like a doll forgotten on a shelf. She hums the lullaby to herself as she kneels beside the cage. Gently, she opens the door and reaches inside.
Flippers crawls into her arms.
She cradles him close. Rocking. Humming. And then, slowly... she turns.
The crowd gasps.
Her face is pale, her eyes distant but sharp. Her lipstick is smeared, like it was applied in play. A cracked porcelain doll hangs from her belt. She looks right into the camera, and smiles with a softness that chills the blood.
???:
"Next week..."
(sweetly)
"...it’s time for the family to reunite."
Back in the arena, Madman Jack has dropped to one knee. His eyes are locked on the screen, wide and glassy.
Madman Mason (whispers):
“Polly? … Is that you?”
Negropolis snarls and backs up, placing a steadying hand on Jack’s shoulder. Ace MacDougal stands between them and the screen, his expression deadly serious—this is not part of the show.
The screen crackles—
—and cuts to black.
The lullaby ends in a distorted warble. The arena is silent for a heartbeat.
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels: What in holly jingle bells did we just see?! Was that... was that Polly Mason? What does she mean by reunion?!
Eddie Ellington: This isn’t just another mind game, Johnny. That was real. That was personal. And the Misfits of Mayhem? They look like they’ve just seen a ghost from their past come calling.
As NPCW fades to commercial, the last image is Madman Jack Mason, haunted and whispering, cradled by his brothers-in-chaos as the crowd watches in stunned, silent awe.
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our seventh match of the night, and things are about to get sinister! Here comes Lilith, the violet-eyed vixen of the Demonic Legion, led to the ring by that detestable Paul "The Grinch" Heyman!
Eddie: Detestable? Johnny, how dare you slander a visionary like Heyman. The man’s an artist. And what a masterpiece he’s brought us in Lilith—grace, rage, and just enough madness to make you stare too long and regret it.
Johnny: And here comes her opponent—Gretel, proudly representing the Hunter’s Enclave. You can hear the fans rise up for her! This young warrior has proven she’s more than just folklore—she’s forged in battle!
Eddie: Please. She’s folklore with a forehead tattoo. What’s she gonna do? Bake Lilith a gingerbread trap? This is a woman versus a woods-wandering teenager, and my money’s on the nightmare.
Johnny: And we are underway! Both women rush out of the gate! Lilith swings—DREAD KICK! Right to the chin!
Eddie: That's what happens when you hesitate in the shadows, Johnny—bam, the night bites back!
Johnny: But wait—Gretel rolls through! Rolling Fireman’s Carry! She’s not backing down!
Johnny: Gretel looking to stay aggressive—she’s going for another fireman’s carry—NO! Lilith plants her feet and throws her off! Great counter!
Eddie: Of course it’s great. Lilith studies her prey before she pounces. Gretel just guesses and hopes for the best.
Johnny: Lilith grabs her—DEMON'S EMBRACE! That Code of Silence submission is locked in tight!
Eddie: Say goodnight, sweet Gretel! Don’t worry, Lilith will send your brother your dental records!
Johnny: But she’s not tapping! She’s gritting through it!
Johnny: Lilith charges again—Running Big Boot connects! But Gretel retaliates with a Spinning Heel Kick!
Eddie: That was lucky. A spinning kick from a spinning brain. She’s still in this somehow.
Johnny: Gretel lifts her again—Rolling Fireman’s Carry! She hits it flush! Lilith couldn’t block it that time!
Eddie: I think she tripped over her own excellence. It happens when you're that majestic.
Johnny: Both women trade big moves—Dark Whirlwind by Lilith, and Shining Wizard from Gretel! These two are trading bombs!
Eddie: And you’re surprised Lilith isn’t running? No. She’s dancing through it, Johnny. Beautiful destruction.
Johnny: Wait a minute—what’s Heyman doing?! HE JUST SLAPPED GRETEL!
Eddie: What?! Maybe he was swatting a fly! Honest Abe didn’t see anything—carry on!
Johnny: Lilith takes advantage—nasty shots while Gretel’s reeling!
Johnny: Suplex from Lilith! But Gretel’s up—and The K-360! That Belly-to-Back GTS variation stuns the demon queen!
Eddie: That’s not regulation! That’s some backwoods trickery! Who taught her that—Hansel?
Johnny: Lilith responds—ABYSSAL SLAM! But Gretel rolls through with yet another Rolling Fireman’s Carry! The crowd is loving this!
Eddie: The crowd’s easily impressed. Probably think s’mores are gourmet food.
Johnny: Lilith goes for the Dark Whirlwind—NO! Gretel reverses into ANOTHER Rolling Fireman’s Carry!
Eddie: She must’ve practiced that with tree stumps. Still won’t save her.
Johnny: Double Superkicks! Lilith with the Dread Kick, and Gretel with one of her own! They both connect!
Eddie: Okay, that was brutal. I almost respect it.
Johnny: OH COME ON! HEYMAN JUST SLAPPED HER AGAIN!
Eddie: He was adjusting her posture, Johnny. You can’t let someone fight hunched over—it’s bad for spinal alignment.
Johnny: Gretel fighting back with a Spinning Heel Kick! She caught Lilith clean! Lilith tried to block it but ate all of that one!
Eddie: I’ll admit... that one shook the cobwebs out.
Johnny: Both women give it everything! Atomic Drop to Hell by Lilith, but Gretel retaliates with a devastating Half Nelson Suplex!
Eddie: That’s not strength, that’s spite. Someone’s mad they didn’t get the last gingerbread cookie.
Johnny: Things are getting desperate—what’s Heyman doing now?! HE’S CHOKING GRETEL WITH A CORD!
Eddie: He’s just... fixing her cape! Okay, okay—maybe that’s a bit much...
Johnny: Honest Abe has seen enough! That’s it! He’s calling for the bell! LILITH IS DISQUALIFIED!
Eddie: WHAT?! That’s a miscarriage of justice! A daylight robbery! You mean we’re rewarding Gretel just because her neck’s a little sore?!
Johnny: Like it or not, that’s a DQ win for Gretel—and listen to this crowd erupt! She just survived the Demon’s Wrath and walked out with the win!
Eddie: Survived, sure. But now she’s got a target on her back. And trust me, Johnny... Lilith doesn’t miss.
MERRY BAND’S DECREE
The scene opens backstage in front of the regal NPCW banner, decked in rich forest green and gold for the upcoming Shadowfall special. Smooth Samantha stands poised with microphone in hand, flanked by the ever-charismatic Robin Hood and his loyal Merry Band: the jovial Friar Tuck, the towering Little John, and the ever-graceful Maid Marian.
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the always daring, always dashing Robin Hood and the Merry Band! Robin, in just under a week, you step back into the ring against Abaddon, looking to reclaim the Northern Lights Title. What’s the mindset heading into Shadowfall?”
Robin Hood (smiling confidently): “Samantha, the people know the truth—Abaddon may hold the title, but it never truly left my spirit. At Shadowfall, justice rides again, and I take back what he stole from me at Polar Meltdown Aftermath. That was a fluke, a stolen crown, and now the reckoning is near.”
Samantha: “Strong words! But you’ve also had some vocal critics lately. The Mighty Gods have been… let’s say… less than kind to the Merry Band in recent promos. Any thoughts on that?”
Friar Tuck (chuckling deeply): “Ares and Mars? More like Brawn and Buffoon! All that thunder and lightning talk, and yet they can’t seem to win a match without tripping over their own egos. Maybe instead of worshipping themselves, they should worship a gym schedule.”
Little John: (crossing his arms and nodding) “We’ve beaten the odds before. These ‘gods’ are about to find out what happens when you pick a fight with legends who actually care about the people.”
Maid Marian (smiling but focused): “They talk of Olympus, but they’ve never met Sherwood’s fury. They’ll find out soon enough.”
Samantha: “Before I let you go—Marian, I have to ask. That envelope Grinch Heyman flashed to Robin a few weeks ago… any idea what was in it?”
Marian’s expression immediately drops. She frowns and turns to Robin.
Maid Marian: “No. I haven’t. And every time I ask, Robin changes the subject.”
Robin suddenly looks uneasy. He steps slightly in front of Marian, putting on a brave face but avoiding eye contact with Samantha.
Robin Hood (quickly): “It’s nothing. Just Grinch’s usual mind games. We’ve got a match to prepare for—come on, lads, Marian.”
As they turn to leave, Marian grabs his arm.
Maid Marian: (softly, but firmly) “Just tell me what was in it.”
Robin Hood: (avoiding her eyes) “It was nothing.”
Before Marian can press further, a thunderous roar erupts from just off-camera. Suddenly, the Mighty Gods—Ares, Mars, Heracles, and Athena—charge in, blindsiding the Merry Band with vicious fury. Ares tackles Little John into a stack of crates, Mars boots Friar Tuck into the wall, and Athena rams Marian to the floor. Heracles lifts Robin Hood high and hurls him into a stack of production cases.
The camera shifts and zooms out slightly to reveal Zeus himself, standing atop a platform in the background, arms crossed, looking down like a conquering emperor—expressionless, yet seething with divine disdain.
Security pours in seconds later, NPCW staff scrambling to restore order as the Mighty Gods are pulled off their battered prey. The Merry Band is left lying, groaning and clutching their sides, while the Mighty Gods retreat in formation, satisfied with the devastation they’ve caused.
Backstage medics rush to the scene as Samantha shouts for help, kneeling beside Robin Hood and Marian as the screen cuts to black...
[COMMERCIAL BREAK]
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, this is it—the MAIN EVENT here on Polar Power Episode 0020! And what a clash of titans we have tonight. The cold-hearted Frosty goes head-to-head with the dark and dangerous Sinister Klaus!
Eddie: Cold-hearted? Try brain-frozen, Johnny. Frosty’s about to find out what happens when you cross the man who runs the naughty list!
Johnny: We’re underway and both men charge in! Frosty picks up Klaus—SNOWBALL SLAM! But Klaus fires right back with a NAUGHTY LIST leg drop!
Eddie: That’s why he’s champion, Johnny! You hit him, he hits back twice as hard.
Johnny: Frosty with a STOVE TOP HAT HEADBUTT! But Klaus cuts him off with that COAL CRUSHER boot!
Eddie: I told you! Boot to face equals holiday pain, Michaels!
Johnny: They’re trading blows, neither man giving an inch! Snowball Slam again by Frosty! But Klaus drives the wind outta him with that CHIMNEY DROP!
Eddie: Better build a snowbank to lay down in, Frosty!
Johnny: Frosty’s got him! BLIZZARD BUSTER—he sits out with authority!
Eddie: He got some heat on that one. Maybe he’s not entirely melted.
Johnny: Airplane spin! That SNOW GLOBE SPIN has Klaus dizzy! But Klaus strikes back with STOCKING STUFFER shots!
Eddie: Good! Twist him back to the freezer section!
Johnny: Another SNOW GLOBE SPIN! But Klaus grips in the KLAUS CRUSH bear hug! He’s squeezing the stuffing outta Frosty!
Eddie: This is what you get when you try to out-holiday the holiday master!
Johnny: What a back-and-forth! Snowball Slams from Frosty! Big boots and leg drops from Klaus! These two are throwing everything at each other!
Eddie: And look at Klaus—never flustered, always methodical. A true professional of punishment!
Johnny: Klaus locks in the bear hug again—but Frosty just refuses to quit! He powers back with that belly-to-belly FROSTBITE SUPLEX!
Eddie: He’s too dumb to quit. That’s not courage, it’s snow-for-brains!
Johnny: It's a blizzard of offense! Frosty with punch after punch, suplex after suplex! But Klaus won’t go down—SLEIGH RIDE LARIAT connects!
Eddie: That’s momentum, Johnny! Sinister Klaus knows how to slow the tempo and BREAK YOU DOWN!
Johnny: Klaus is turning the tide! Axe bombers, elbows, another pin attempt—but Frosty kicks out again! The snowman’s still in it!
Eddie: He won’t be for long! Frosty’s luck is melting minute by minute.
Johnny: This crowd is electric! Frosty hits a SNOWDRIFT FROZEN FIST! Klaus hits the NAUGHTY LIST again! We’ve seen enough finishers to fill a sleigh!
Eddie: You know what’s filling? The sound of that 1…2…NO! Frosty kicks out! Ugh!
Johnny: Klaus can’t put him away! Frosty back with a FROSTY FLURRY KICK! But Klaus is digging deep—BEAR HUG again! Still, no submission!
Eddie: Frosty should just tap and go back to the snowbank before he embarrasses himself further.
Johnny: BIG BOOT by Klaus! Frosty’s down! Sinister Klaus hooks the leg—1…2…3!!! That’s it! Sinister Klaus pins Frosty in an absolute holiday WAR!
Eddie: As it should be! The naughty list is permanent, Johnny—and Frosty’s name is etched in bold letters!
[Post-Match Promo]
Johnny: And wait—Sinister Klaus has grabbed a mic...
Sinister Klaus (on mic): “RUDOLPH... THIS IS YOUR FUTURE.”
Johnny: Oh come on! The Universal Champion taunting the fallen Frosty and sending a chilling message to the North Pole’s red-nosed hero!
Eddie: Ha! That’s how you deliver a holiday greeting—Klaus style! Raise that title high, champ!
Johnny: Folks, what a main event and what a statement. We'll see you next week on NPCW Polar Power!
THE BUNKER
[FINAL SEGMENT – AFTER THE SHOW GOES OFF AIR]
The live broadcast ends… or so it seems. The screen flickers, the feed distorts, static cuts through the Polar Power logo—and then a grainy graphic slams into place: “THE BUNKER.”
[INT. THE BUNKER – NIGHT]
A dim, flickering light sways above a cluttered desk surrounded by wrestling memorabilia, yellowed newsletters, and broken action figures. Seated behind the desk, radiating grizzled disdain in a black wrestling mask, is none other than DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT.
DAVE "THE BRUTE" KENT:
“Welcome to The Bunker, the only place cold enough to survive the weekly avalanche of nonsense known as Polar Power. I’m Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent, and this is Kent’s Take on Episode 0020.”
(He slaps the desk.)
“Let’s just get it out of the way. This show? It was a sleigh wreck. Half the backstage interviews felt like a community theatre dress rehearsal for Into the Cringe. You had Smooth Samantha trying to drag answers outta people like she’s on a daytime talk show, and Van Helsing acting like he’s auditioning for The Bachelor: Gothic Edition. ‘They’re on a path outside of NPCW.’ Great insight, Sherlock. Want a cookie?”
(He slaps a file labeled "NPCW Booking Blunders" on the desk.)
“Oh, and I’ve seen cryptic before, but whatever that penguin kidnapping subplot is? It’s gone from weird to ‘we need to call someone.’ Flippers in a cage, creepy lullabies, and now Polly? You’re telling me we’ve got Madman Mason unraveling like a cheap snowflake decoration and nobody in NPCW management is asking questions? I’m two steps from launching a bunker investigation myself.”
(He pauses, deadpan.)
“And don’t even get me started on the Mighty Gods. Four walking gym posters and not a functioning brain cell among ‘em. They’re jumping the Merry Men like it’s a high school parking lot brawl. Where’s the strategy? Where’s the threat? Mars and Ares bark louder than they bite, and Heracles? He looks like Batista got lost on the way to a better promotion.”
(He leans in, tapping the desk.)
“But here’s the thing that did work—the Main Event. That’s right. Frosty the Snowman vs. Sinister Klaus. And let me tell you something: finally, a match with heat—and I don’t mean the cheap kind. This was storytelling. This was emotion. Frosty came in fired up, confused, trying to reach the old Santa... but Sinister Klaus wasn’t having it. He’s off the deep end, growling like Krampus on steroids and slamming chairs like holiday cheer murdered his childhood.”
(He adjusts his mask slightly.)
“This match had pace, presence, and—shockingly—pathos. Frosty tried to fight with heart, but Klaus? He beat him with hate. That’s what a main event is supposed to look like. You don’t need six run-ins and a penguin in a cage—just two characters, a story, and some damn wrestling.”
(He leans back, giving the faintest nod.)
“Credit where it’s due. That match saved this show from total frostbite. You don’t hear me say that often. Don’t expect it again.”
(Suddenly, static begins creeping into the feed. A low hum vibrates beneath his words. Dave squints off camera.)
“But the rest of this sleigh ride? Busted axles and broken bells. I’d say it’s like watching a train crash into a snowbank, but at least a crash has structure. This had half a dozen arcs, all spiraling like candy canes in a blender. Someone backstage needs to put down the cocoa and pick up a whiteboard.”
(More static. Dave glances at the monitor.)
“What’s that? Are we—what do you mean ‘signal interfe—’ hey, if someone’s messing with the—”
[TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES – PLEASE STAND BY]
The screen explodes into visual noise. A cracked NPCW logo flashes with eerie silence, then a snowy static covers everything. A distorted voice briefly mutters something unintelligible… then nothing.
End of Polar Power Episode 0020.
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