Aired - August 23, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[Scene opens on a giant stock ticker board with wrestler names scrolling and prices bouncing up and down. Scrooge sits at an oversized mahogany desk, flanked by two bodyguards in suits holding NPCW title belts.]
SCROOGE: (smiling smugly)
“Friends… fans… investors… it’s time to make your wrestling dreams pay off — for me! Introducing the NPCW Wrestler Investment Fund!”
[Cut to fast montage: clips of wrestlers winning matches, a fake graph going up, fans waving “stock certificates” with Scrooge’s face on them.]
SCROOGE (V.O.):
“Buy shares in your favorite wrestler. If they win — you win! Maybe a signed card, a behind-the-scenes photo, even a ringside upgrade!”
[Quick shot of a fan in the front row — Scrooge sits in the seat they “upgraded” to, eating popcorn.]
SCROOGE (back on desk):
“And if your wrestler loses? Well… your stock drops, and you pay a small… Performance Reinvestment Fee.”
[Cut to footage of Scrooge shaking a piggy bank over a fan’s head.]
SCROOGE:
“But don’t worry — you can buy my Loss Protection Plan! For just a few bucks more, you’ll never feel the sting of defeat… I will!” (laughs)
[Rapid montage:
– Stock ticker flashing “SCROOGE’S NET WORTH +500%”
– A fan holding a towel that says “Certificate of Investment”
– Wrestlers looking confused while Scrooge signs checks to himself]
SCROOGE (leaning in):
“NPCW wrestling isn’t just about cheering your heroes — it’s about funding my empire! So call now, invest big, and remember…”
SCROOGE & BODYGUARDS (together):
“You can’t spell profit without Pro Wrestling!”
[End with logo: “NPCW Wrestler Investment Fund – Sign Up Today!” Fine print covers the entire bottom of the screen in unreadable microtext.]
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:
Sinister Klaus slamming a battered and bruised Rudolph.
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
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
[The show opens with the roaring theme music of NPCW’s Polar Power. The cameras sweep across a jam-packed North Pole Arena, snowflake-patterned spotlights sweeping the rafters. The crowd is on fire — waving signs, pounding on the guardrails, and chanting in anticipation of Shadowfall just 8 days away.]
Crowd Sign Examples:
“MISFITS FOREVER!”
“SAVE FLIPPERS!” (with a cartoon snow chicken drawn on it)
“ROBIN HOOD STOLE MY HEART”
“RUDOLPH = UNIVERSAL GREATNESS”
“BLONDE BOMBSHELLS RULE THE NORTH!”
“KRAMPUS FEARS VAN HELSING”
“SINISTER KLAUS 3:16”
“COVEN > QUEENS”
“WOLF HUNGRY – LITTLE JOHN DINNER”
The camera then catches a particularly rowdy section — an entire row of fans dressed in matching furry Yeti suits with snow goggles, all standing and roaring as they hold up a massive handmade banner:
“PRIMAL HORDE = WINTER WARFARE”
[Cut to the announce desk at ringside.]
Johnny "The Mic" Michaels is dressed in his signature blazer, headset already on, leaning into the desk with his trademark enthusiasm. Beside him, Eddie Ellington — “The Expert of Elocution” — is in full smug mode, rocking his sunglasses indoors, a designer T-shirt, and dark jeans, grinning like he owns the place.
Johnny: “Welcome everyone to POLAR POWER — coming to you LIVE from the sold-out North Pole Arena! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels alongside the man who insists on wearing sunglasses under arena lights, the Expert of Elocution himself, Eddie Ellington. And Eddie — Shadowfall is just EIGHT days away, and the NPCW Universe is electric tonight!”
Eddie: “Johnny, I wear sunglasses because greatness shines bright — and let’s be honest, I am the brightest thing at this desk. But you’re right — we are eight days away from the biggest event of the summer, and tonight we’ve got a stacked card to make sure everyone gets the message loud and clear: in NPCW, the road to Shadowfall is paved with pain, glory, and a little bit of chaos.”
Johnny: “And what a night we have ahead! Prince Charming goes one-on-one with the mean-spirited Belsnickel — a man whose idea of ‘holiday cheer’ is handing out lumps of coal and elbows to the jaw.”
Eddie: “Prince Charming’s going to have his hands full — you can only smile your way out of trouble for so long before you end up picking your teeth off the canvas.”
Johnny: “We’ve also got two huge women’s matches — Maid Marion against the fierce and calculating Athena — and a battle of ice and royalty when Snow White steps into the ring with Lady Frost!”
Eddie: “I don’t care who wins those matches, Johnny — I just hope they don’t turn this place into a Hallmark Channel episode. Give me hard shots, high stakes, and maybe a snowball or two to the head.”
Johnny: “And don’t forget — The Big Bad Wolf is set to lock up with Little John! You can bet Robin Hood and the Merry Band are watching closely for that one.”
Eddie: “Oh, please. Big Bad Wolf is going to turn Little John into ‘Little’ Little John. The guy’s walking into the woods unarmed against a predator — and I brought popcorn.”
Johnny: “And in tonight’s main event — non-title action — the Universal Champion, Rudolph, squares off with the Black Knight in what promises to be an intense showdown.”
Eddie: “The Black Knight is dangerous, Johnny. Rudolph better watch his step or he’s going into Shadowfall with a dented nose.”
Johnny: “Folks, it’s all coming your way right here on Polar Power! But before we get rolling with our first match, we’re sending things upstairs to the Commissioner’s Booth for a special message from NPCW Commissioner Bob Cratchit.”
[Camera pans upward to the enclosed Commissioner’s Booth overlooking the arena, where Commissioner Cratchit stands by with a confident smile as the feed transitions.]
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
[Camera pans upward from the roar of the arena to the gleaming, glass-fronted luxury box high above the North Pole Arena. Inside, a warm golden glow illuminates the polished mahogany desk of NPCW Commissioner Robert Cratchit. He sits neatly dressed in his signature green waistcoat and crimson tie, smiling — though there’s a faint weariness in his eyes, the kind that comes from balancing egos, injuries, and the occasional yeti attack. Standing just behind his chair, hands clasped smugly behind his back, is the ever-smirking Special Advisor to the Commissioner, Ebenezer Scrooge, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit.]
Cratchit (smiling, leaning toward the camera):
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the NPCW Universe! On behalf of everyone in the North Pole Championship Wrestling family, I want to thank you for your loyalty, your passion, and your energy — from the front row to those watching from home all over the world. Without you, none of this magic would be possible.”
[Scrooge shifts impatiently, rolling his eyes dramatically. He leans down slightly toward Cratchit, speaking just loud enough for the mic to catch it.]
Scrooge (smug):
“Yes, yes, heartwarming gratitude and all that, Robert — but perhaps we should get to the part where you make the announcement? The part that actually matters?”
[Cratchit sighs quietly, clearly bracing himself, before straightening in his chair.]
Cratchit:
“…Right. As my special advisor so eagerly reminds me — there is indeed business to address. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, I am pleased to announce a landmark moment for NPCW. After weeks of negotiation, we have signed an exclusive broadcast agreement… with none other than the Scrooge Sports Network!”
[The crowd noise from the arena below filters faintly through the glass — some cheers, some groans. Scrooge beams like a man who just raised ticket prices on Christmas Eve.]
Scrooge (stepping forward, placing a proud hand on Cratchit’s shoulder):
“That’s right! A brilliant decision, if I do say so myself — and of course, I do. This is going to be a partnership for the ages, and naturally, a highly profitable one. For me, mostly… but you fans will benefit as well! From now on, all NPCW programming — every Polar Power, every Northern Belles, and yes, every Pay-Per-View including Shadowfall — will be shown exclusively on SSN!”
[As he speaks, the lower third graphic on screen bursts to life with a gold-trimmed SSN logo and an animated banner that reads: “SSN – The Home of NPCW!” Snowflakes sweep across the text.]
Scrooge (with mock generosity):
“And because I’m feeling particularly charitable — which is rare — you can subscribe to the Scrooge Sports Network right now for the incredibly low promotional price of only $99.99 per year! But act fast… this once-in-a-lifetime offer is only valid for the next five minutes.”
[In the bottom corner of the broadcast, comically tiny “legal fine print” scrolls at a speed impossible to read, while a timer graphic in the top corner starts counting down from 5:00. A faint “ka-ching” sound effect plays.]
Cratchit (deadpan):
“…Yes. Five minutes.”
Scrooge (grinning ear to ear):
“Don’t waste time! Sign up now, and you too can experience the joy of watching me, I mean — us, bring you the finest wrestling entertainment in the North Pole!”
[Cratchit forces a small smile, giving the camera a polite nod.]
Cratchit:
“Enjoy the rest of the show, everyone — and thank you again for your continued support. Now… let’s get back to the action.”
[Camera slowly pans back down from the luxury box to the roaring crowd as the announcers at ringside pick up the broadcast.]
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Johnny: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Polar Power! We are kicking things off with the mighty Gods of War — Ares and Mars — taking on the high-flying duo, The Amigos!"
Eddie: "Johnny, let’s not waste anyone’s time. This isn’t a match, it’s a sacrifice. The Amigos are about to get a crash course in ancient warfare, and they didn’t even bring a shield."
Johnny: "Referee ‘Honest’ Abe is calling for the bell, and Ares wastes no time — straight into a gorilla slam on Amigo 1!"
Eddie: "That’s the kind of slam that rattles bones and your family tree, Johnny. Mars following it with an elbow drop — that’s teamwork forged in Olympus!"
Johnny: "But Amigo 1 fights back with a crisp armdrag! He’s not intimidated by the Gods of War."
Eddie: "He should be! You don’t ‘armdrag’ a deity, Johnny — that’s like poking a lion with a breadstick!"
Johnny: "Ares with a short arm clothesline, nearly takes Amigo 1’s head off! Mars hanging back this round, but Amigo 1 counters with a flying body block!"
Eddie: "Lucky shot. Even a broken clock can hit a flying body block once in a while."
Johnny: "Tag to Mars now — gutwrench backbreaker! That had to hurt."
Eddie: "Oh, it hurt. You could see the guy’s spine try to file a complaint."
Johnny: "Both teams trading offense — Mars with a knee lift, Amigo 1 with a flying elbow smash. Now here comes Ares back in, and— wait a minute — Zeus at ringside with a Lightning Rod interference! Amigo 1 never saw it coming!"
Eddie: "That’s called divine intervention, Johnny. Perfectly legal if the ref doesn’t catch it."
Johnny: "But Amigo 1 isn’t done — flying body block! Ares is down and tags out. And now Amigo 1 tags in Amigo 2 for some double-team action — flying elbow smash into a drop toehold!"
Eddie: "Oh please, that’s like two kids trying to tackle a freight train."
Johnny: "Momentum is shifting — Amigos with a series of high-flying moves! Mars tags to Ares, Amigo 2 with a flying headscissors!"
Eddie: "That’s just spinning around until gravity does the work, Johnny. Not impressive."
Johnny: "We’re deep into this one now — Amigo 1 is on fire! Fist to the midsection of Mars, then a quick tag — flying elbow smash by Amigo 2! And now Amigo 1 back in — flying body block!"
Eddie: "No way—"
Johnny: "ONE… TWO… THREE! They got him! The Amigos have pinned Mars!"
Eddie: "I can’t believe it. The Gods of War beaten by a couple of guys who probably moonlight as street performers. This is a travesty!"
Johnny: "The Amigos score a huge upset to kick off the night — and Eddie, that’s why you never count out heart and teamwork!"
Eddie: "Heart and teamwork? Please. Mars must have slipped on a tortilla or something."
POLLY’S SONG
[Scene opens backstage in a dimly lit hallway. The camera pans across cracked concrete walls plastered with faded NPCW posters and graffiti tags. The hum of the arena crowd echoes faintly in the background. Smooth Samantha stands poised with her microphone, flanked by Polly Mason — dressed in an off-kilter mix of frills and leather — and the looming, silent figure of the Beastmaster, his thick steel chain draped over his shoulder.]
Samantha: [smiling warmly into the camera] “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with NPCW newcomer Polly Mason and her… imposing associate, the Beastmaster. Polly, in just moments, you’ll be stepping into an NPCW ring for the very first time, taking on Twinkle of the Tinsel Twins. How are you feeling heading into your debut?”
[Polly tilts her head, her grin widening into something mischievous. She gives a light, almost childlike giggle, clasping her hands in front of her. Then, without warning, she begins to softly sing — her voice airy, but with a cold undercurrent — keeping perfect rhythm with the familiar nursery rhyme tune.]
Polly:
“Twinkle Twinkle fading light,
Time to lose this little fight.
Up above the ring so high,
But tonight you won’t touch sky.
Glitter’s cute, but grit is gold,
I’m the storm that won’t be told.
Twinkle Twinkle, say goodbye—
Your sparkle’s fake, and so’s your cry.
Tinsel Twins? More like a joke,
I’ll break the shine, no mirrors, smoke.
Stars may burn, but I ignite,
Polly’s here to steal the night.
Twinkle Twinkle, dim and done,
I’m the moon that blocks your sun.
Watch me rise, hear the crowd call—
Twinkle Twinkle, time to fall.”
[She finishes the final line with a sing-song lilt, then slowly looks up toward the camera, her smile curling into something more sinister.]
Polly: [softly giggling] “Soon, big brother… soon.”
[Beastmaster, still silent, steps closer, his shadow swallowing the frame as he stares down the lens from behind dark sunglasses. Samantha, visibly unsettled, lowers the mic slightly as Polly twirls away toward the gorilla position, Beastmaster following at her shoulder.]
[Fade out to ringside.]
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to NPCW action! Up next, it’s the highly anticipated debut of Polly Mason, accompanied by the Beastmaster, as she goes one-on-one with the ever-energetic Twinkle!
Eddie: Highly anticipated? Johnny, this isn’t just a debut—it’s the dawning of a new era! Polly Mason is going to take Twinkle’s glitter, her sparkle, and sweep it into the trash where it belongs.
Johnny: The referee for this one is “Honest” Abe, and we are underway! Twinkle wasting no time—SCHOOLGIRL ROLL-UP! One… two—no! Mason just manages to escape!
Eddie: Oh, come on! Polly wasn’t ready! Twinkle pulled a fast one, and not even a good one.
Johnny: Back on their feet—Mason with a FINAL DOSE! That swinging reverse STO plants Twinkle hard! Mason hooks the leg—two count only.
Eddie: That’s the kind of move you name a finishing school after, Johnny.
Johnny: The pace is picking up—Northern Lights Suplex by Mason, beautifully executed, but Twinkle fires right back with a bulldog headlock! These two are trading offense like seasoned rivals.
Eddie: Yeah, but one of them is wrestling… and the other is just throwing glitter in the air and hoping for a miracle.
Johnny: Mason now with a twirling spinning kick—she’s got Twinkle rocked! But Twinkle rolls her up again! One… two—kick out!
Eddie: What did I tell you, Johnny? Desperation pins. Twinkle’s like that annoying kid in dodgeball who just hides at the back.
Johnny: Mason cinching in an ankle lock now—center of the ring! Twinkle is in trouble!
Eddie: Tap out, Twinkle, and go back to the craft store you came from!
Johnny: Twinkle escapes, but she eats a sleeper hold! Honest Abe checks on her—no, she’s still in it!
Eddie: She’s still in it because her head’s empty—nothing to cut off in there.
Johnny: Oh! Tornado DDT by Mason! She’s going for the cover—one… two—no, Twinkle kicks out again!
Eddie: Johnny, Twinkle’s just delaying the inevitable.
Johnny: Mason staying aggressive—neckbreaker! Another pin attempt—two count again. Mason right back up, ankle lock once more, but Twinkle counters with a flying dropkick!
Eddie: Lucky shot. Even a broken watch is right twice a day.
Johnny: We’re deep into this one now—FINAL CRESCENDO by Mason! Hooks the leg—one… two—no! Twinkle survives yet again!
Eddie: What’s keeping this kid going? Pride? Pixie dust?
Johnny: Twinkle firing back—judo toss! But Mason answers with a suplex—cover—one… two… THREE! Polly Mason wins her debut here in NPCW!
Eddie: There it is, Johnny! Polly Mason, victorious, and Twinkle can go home and glue rhinestones to her participation trophy.
Johnny: A huge first outing for Polly Mason, but Twinkle showed a lot of fight out there. Folks, if this is a sign of things to come, we’re in for a wild ride in the women’s division!
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, we are set for our third contest of the evening—Prince Charming taking on the grizzled enforcer of the North Pole, Belsnickel! Referee “Honest” Abe in charge of the action.
Eddie: Honest Abe better keep his distance. When Belsnickel gets rolling, you don’t want to be anywhere in the blast zone.
Johnny: There’s the bell! Prince Charming starts hot—Shooting Star Leg Drop connects!
Eddie: Great. He learned a gymnastics move. Let’s see how that works when Belsnickel introduces him to reality—BOOM! Ringing the Bell right to the jaw! That’s how you start a match.
Johnny: Both men trading hard shots early, and Belsnickel lands another huge lariat! Prince Charming looks rattled.
Eddie: That’s called seasoning, Johnny. Charming’s been living in a fairy tale; Belsnickel is the nightmare that wakes you up.
Johnny: Prince firing back—Senton attempt—no! Belsnickel neutralizes it! What a counter.
Eddie: Experience, Johnny. You can’t just throw yourself at a man like Belsnickel and expect him to catch you with open arms.
Johnny: Spinning Samoan Driver by Prince! Cover—no! Belsnickel with a powerslam out of nowhere! These two are going hold for hold!
Eddie: Hold for hold? Belsnickel’s hurting this guy. There’s a difference.
Johnny: Tornado DDT by Prince! Belsnickel answers with a suplex—both men refusing to give an inch.
Eddie: Refusing to give an inch? That’s because Belsnickel’s taking a mile, Johnny.
Johnny: Standing Moonsault connects for Prince—Belsnickel just absorbs it!
Eddie: Yeah, that’s called being tougher than sequins and hairspray.
Johnny: We’re seeing some incredible back-and-forth—Sunset Flip attempt by Belsnickel, Senton from Prince—both men pushing the pace!
Eddie: And yet somehow Charming’s still standing. Must be the hair spray acting as armor.
Johnny: Urbanizer Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker from Prince—no! Powerslam from Belsnickel again! Neither man staying down.
Eddie: This is Belsnickel’s kind of match—grind him down, slam him into the mat, make him wish he never left his castle.
Johnny: Death From Above by Prince Charming! Hooks the leg—Belsnickel kicks out at two!
Eddie: Of course he did. That was more like Death From a Step Ladder.
Johnny: But Belsnickel storms back—Powerslam! Cover! One, two—no, Prince kicks out!
Eddie: Honest Abe better check that count—Prince is using royal privilege to get those extra seconds.
Johnny: Coal Crusher from Belsnickel! He’s going for another pin—two count again! Prince showing heart here.
Eddie: Or stubbornness. Same thing, just less intelligent.
Johnny: This is turning into a war—Ringing the Bell again! Another cover—no!
Eddie: Johnny, I don’t think it’s a matter of “if” Belsnickel wins—it’s “how much of Prince Charming will be left” when he does.
Johnny: Both men pulling out all the stops—Yakuza Kick from Prince! Sasuke Special to the outside! The referee is counting—Belsnickel beats the count back in!
Eddie: Like I said, Johnny, you can’t keep him down. The man eats cold steel for breakfast.
Johnny: Urbanizer again—hip toss by Belsnickel! They’re still trading in the final minutes!
Eddie: Final minutes? Feels like final seconds for Prince’s career.
Johnny: Time running down—Standing Moonsault from Prince—Powerslam from Belsnickel! The bell rings—it’s a time limit draw!
Eddie: Draw?! That’s a crime, Johnny. Belsnickel had him! He was moments away from sending Prince Charming back to his glass slipper fitting.
Johnny: Both men battered and bruised, but neither could put the other away. Folks, what a match here tonight!
BLOW THE PLACE UP!
[FADE IN – cinematic, slow-motion shots – urban rooftop at night, lit only by scattered floodlights and neon glow from distant signs. Industrial drums pound over the soundtrack.]
[Goldie Locks – black hoodie up, Queen of the North title around her waist, leans against a graffiti wall spray-painted with “BOMBSHELLS RULE” in jagged gold and silver letters.]
Goldie (smirking): "Shadowfall’s coming. Moonshadow thinks she’s gonna eclipse me? Honey, you can’t block out the sun… and you sure can’t stop a Bombshell."
[Cut to Alice of Wonderland – sitting on an overturned metal barrel, kendo stick across her knees, Tag Team title belt at her feet. She twirls a playing card between her fingers, then flicks it at the camera.]
Alice: "Morrigan. Wicked Willow. You wanna dabble in dark magic? Cool. Just remember—magic tricks end when the lights come up… but the bruises we give you? Those stay forever."
[Hard smash cut – Dorothy of Oz – pacing like a fighter, Tag belt in one hand, kendo stick in the other. She’s chewing gum, blowing a bubble that pops as she speaks.]
Dorothy: "We ditched the yellow brick road a long time ago. All we need is a straight line to the ring… and the fastest way there is over you."
[Quick montage – gritty training shots: the Bombshells hitting kendo strikes into heavy bags, lifting weights, sprinting up cracked stairwells, and laughing as they knock over a row of traffic cones spray-painted to look like their opponents.]
Goldie (voiceover): "We’re not fairy tales. We’re not here to make you believe in happily-ever-after."
Alice (voiceover): "We’re here to make you believe in pain."
Dorothy (voiceover, with a wicked laugh): "And we’ve got front-row seats for your downfall."
[Final shot – the three stand shoulder to shoulder on the rooftop, city skyline behind them, all holding their kendo sticks like weapons. The camera circles them slowly.]
All three (shouting in unison, pointing at the camera):
"We will BLOW THE PLACE UP… KABOOM!"
[HARD CUT to black – metallic bomb sound effect as the Bombshells’ logo slams onto screen.]
Johnny: "The Blonde Bombshells, folks—looking locked, loaded, and ready to make Shadowfall one for the ages!"
Eddie: "Oh yeah, Johnny, nothing says ‘ready for battle’ like three blondes in hoodies swinging kendo sticks. Real intimidating. I’m shaking already… from laughter."
Johnny: "You’ve gotta admit, Eddie, they’ve been unstoppable lately."
Eddie: "Unstoppable? Please. They’re just the flavor of the month—like instant ramen, Johnny. Cheap, quick, and leaves you hungry for something better. Moonshadow’s gonna turn Goldie into a cautionary tale, and the Coven’s gonna send Dorothy and Alice back to storytime."
Johnny: "You might be underestimating them, partner."
Eddie: "The only thing I’m underestimating is how much glitter they’re gonna cry into when they lose all those belts."
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! We’ve got ourselves a big women’s division bout—Maid Marion of the Merry Band squaring off against the huntress herself, Athena, with Zeus at ringside.
Eddie: Finally, some class in the ring tonight, Johnny. And I’m not talking about Maid Marion. Athena’s got the skill, the power, and the brains… while Maid Marion is out here pretending this is a renaissance fair.
Johnny: Bell rings and Athena starts off with that Gorgon Clutch—wrenching Marion’s chin back, knee in the spine!
Eddie: That’s how you take the wind out of someone. Not that Marion had much wind to begin with.
Johnny: Marion breaks free—Low-Angle Front Dropkick! She caught Athena right in the ribs!
Eddie: Yeah, lucky shot. Even a broken clock’s right twice a day.
Johnny: Athena storms back—Huntress Spear! She just drove Marion into the mat like a javelin throw!
Eddie: That’s the difference, Johnny—impact.
Johnny: Marion fights back—Bulldog! She’s showing resilience here.
Eddie: Resilience? I call it desperation.
Johnny: Athena climbing the middle rope—Helm Breaker! Double axe handle to the head, and Marion couldn’t block it!
Eddie: Because you can’t block precision, Johnny.
Johnny: Now Athena with the Goddess Bomb—what power!
Eddie: You could feel that in the cheap seats.
Johnny: Marion’s not done—Diving Seated Senton! She’s still in this!
Eddie: And she’s still losing.
Johnny: Oh! Robin’s Arrow Superkick! Athena didn’t see it coming!
Eddie: She’ll shake that off. You can’t keep a goddess down with one lucky kick.
Johnny: Gorgon Clutch again! Athena’s punishing the back and neck—
Eddie: Textbook strategy—break the foundation, the house crumbles.
Johnny: Another Robin’s Arrow! She caught Athena clean a second time!
Eddie: Marion should quit showing off and cover, before Athena gets her head back in the game—
Johnny: Wait! Athena blocks the third attempt! Neutralizes it completely!
Eddie: That’s why she’s the best, Johnny—she adapts.
Johnny: Wisdom’s Wrath! Pedigree-style facebuster from Athena! Cover—no! Marion kicks out!
Eddie: Pure instinct. Nothing more.
Johnny: Both women trading holds—Athena hits another Gorgon Clutch, but Marion fires back with Robin’s Arrow again!
Eddie: You can’t keep playing the same song and expect the crowd to stay interested.
Johnny: Crucifix pin by Marion—two count only!
Eddie: And it took everything she had just to get that.
Johnny: Owl Wing Backbreaker from Athena—she’s focusing on that spine!
Eddie: Smart wrestling, Johnny.
Johnny: Huntress Spear again!
Eddie: That’s gotta be it!
Johnny: No, Marion’s still alive—but Zeus just caused a thunderous distraction from the apron!
Eddie: That’s called moral support.
Johnny: Shield Bash in the corner! Athena with all that momentum—cover! One, two, three! It’s over!
Eddie: See, Johnny? Brains, brawn, and backup. That’s why Athena’s a winner and Maid Marion’s a warm-up act.
Johnny: Athena picks up the victory here tonight, but you’ve gotta give credit to Maid Marion—she went the distance.
Eddie: Yeah, she went the distance… and still came in second.
Johnny: Fans, we are set for what could be a wild one—Lilith, the Mistress of the Macabre, with that silver-tongued Paul “The Grinch” Heyman at her side, going one-on-one with Mother Earth!
Eddie: And let’s be honest, Johnny—Mother Earth’s about to get paved over. Lilith is the future of this division, and she’s got Heyman in her corner. That’s like bringing a rocket launcher to a pillow fight.
Johnny: Bell rings—and here we go! Both women circle… Lilith charges—oh! Mother Earth explodes out of the corner with a spear!
Eddie: Cheap shot! Lilith wasn’t ready.
Johnny: She was ready, Eddie, she just got mowed down! Mother Earth with the early momentum—
Eddie: Yeah, but it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
Johnny: Second minute now—both lock up—wait, Heyman’s up on the apron, running his mouth at Mother Earth!
Eddie: That’s called strategy, Johnny. Distract the hippie so the real wrestler can take over.
Johnny: Mother Earth shrugs him off—lifts Lilith—Air Raid Crash Over Knee Neckbreaker! Devastating impact!
Eddie: Okay, I’ll admit… that one hurt. But Lilith’s tougher than she looks.
Johnny: Third minute—Lilith with a counter, Vertical Suplex! Snaps Mother Earth down hard!
Eddie: That’s more like it! Pick her up, drop her on her back—old school, Johnny.
Johnny: Lilith building some offense here—
Eddie: Yeah, because she’s superior in every way.
Johnny: Fourth minute now—Lilith charges again—oh no! Heyman’s just grabbed that microphone cord from ringside!
Eddie: He’s… uh… checking the sound quality?
Johnny: He’s wrapping it around Mother Earth’s throat! Come on, Abe, turn around!
Eddie: That’s… um… yoga-assisted breathing.
Johnny: Mother Earth gasping for air—Referee “Honest” Abe finally sees it—and that’s it! He’s calling for the bell! Lilith’s been disqualified!
Eddie: What?! Disqualified for helping? This is an outrage!
Johnny: Helping?! Eddie, Heyman just choked Mother Earth with a cord! Mother Earth gets the win tonight by DQ!
Eddie: Oh sure, give the tree-hugger the victory because she can’t win on her own. This is why people don’t trust authority, Johnny.
Johnny: Folks, Mother Earth survives this one, but Lilith and Heyman are clearly sending a message—rules be damned.
Eddie: Yeah, the message is “we win by any means necessary.” And next time, there won’t be a next time for Mother Earth.
THE SHADOW OF THE MOON
The screen fades from black into a wide shot of a dense forest under a full silver moon. The cold light filters through twisted branches, throwing long shadows across the ground. A distant wolf howl echoes, low and haunting. The camera begins to prowl forward, moving as if stalking prey.
Suddenly, the shadows shift. A figure emerges—Moonshadow. Her hood is pulled low over her face, but the gleam of her eyes cuts through the darkness. She crouches low, hands brushing the earth as if feeling the heartbeat of the forest itself. Her breath is steady, her movements deliberate. She circles the camera like a predator, every step calculated.
Moonshadow (voiceover, cold and measured): "They told me to wait my turn. They told me to be patient. But the moon doesn’t wait for the sun… it devours the night."
The camera cuts to quick flashes—her matches over the last six months. Claw strikes to Mina Harker. A devastating moonsault onto Maid Marion. The brutal chokehold that put Mother Earth to sleep. Each clip is overlaid with the sound of snarls and low growls.
Moonshadow (voiceover): "The Queen sits on her throne… thinking she’s untouchable. Goldie, you’ve been walking in the light for too long. But every light casts a shadow… and this one is coming for you."
The camera now catches her moving silently through the trees, the moonlight chasing her every step. She pauses, looks straight into the lens, and pulls back her hood. The face paint—black around the eyes with streaks running down—makes her look more wolf than woman. Her lips curl into a faint smirk.
Moonshadow: "I am the hunt. You are the prey. At Shadowfall… the moon will eclipse the gold."
The scene ends with Moonshadow tilting her head back and letting out a long, piercing howl. The screen cuts to black with the words:
“Shadowfall – Goldie vs. Moonshadow – Queen of the North Championship”
Johnny: "That… was chilling. Moonshadow’s making it clear she’s coming for Goldie, and she’s not here to play games."
Eddie: "Johnny, that wasn’t just a warning—that was a declaration of war. Moonshadow’s got the instincts, the talent, and the hunger. And you know what happens when a wolf gets hungry… something ends up on the menu."
Johnny: "Goldie’s no stranger to tough challengers, but this might be her most dangerous one yet."
Eddie: "Dangerous? Johnny, Moonshadow doesn’t just beat people—she breaks them. And at Shadowfall, she’s gonna break the Queen’s crown in half."
Johnny: Fans, this next contest should be a good one—Snow White, the dangerous dark princess of the ring, going up against Lady Frost, one half of the Queens of Punishment, with that ever-unpredictable Mad Hatter at her side.
Eddie: You say unpredictable, I say brilliant. Lady Frost’s got beauty, she’s got brains, and she’s got backup. Snow White? She’s got seven imaginary friends and a fruit stand.
Johnny: Bell rings—and Snow White strikes first! Witch’s Justice! She just planted Lady Frost!
Eddie: Okay, so she got lucky in the opening seconds. Lady Frost is just warming up, Johnny.
Johnny: Snow White follows with a Thorn Crown Driver, but Lady Frost fires back with those vicious knife-edge chops!
Eddie: See? Frost is already chipping away at that porcelain ego.
Johnny: Snow White tries for the Enchanted Whirl—blocked! Lady Frost shutting her down with a defensive counter!
Eddie: That’s what separates champions from fairy tales, Johnny.
Johnny: Snow White regains momentum, Gilded Grip applied—arm drag into an arm bar! Lady Frost taking some punishment.
Eddie: She’s just biding her time. You watch—she’ll turn it around.
Johnny: Both women connect! Snow White with another Thorn Crown Driver, Lady Frost with a Backpack Stunner!
Eddie: And mine was better!
Johnny: Snow White hits another Thorn Crown Driver! She’s going for a pin—wait, they’re trading reversals—one, two, no! Back and forth, and Lady Frost nearly had her!
Eddie: She did have her, if you ask me. Abe’s slow count is the only thing keeping Snow White alive.
Johnny: Snow White with yet another Thorn Crown Driver, but Lady Frost nails the Ice Cutter!
Eddie: Ice beats apple every time.
Johnny: Both land offense! Snow White with the Gilded Grip, Lady Frost answers with a somersault senton.
Eddie: Momentum shift incoming, Johnny.
Johnny: Snow White still trying that arm bar—Lady Frost absorbs it.
Eddie: That’s toughness you can’t teach.
Johnny: Apple Splitter from Snow White, but Frost hits another somersault senton!
Eddie: You ever notice she makes everything look better?
Johnny: Enchanted Whirl from Snow White—oh! Frost with the Headscissors Facebuster!
Eddie: That’s it! Drop her face-first, ruin her modeling career.
Johnny: Snow White goes for the Gilded Grip again, but Lady Frost reverses! Knife-edge chops right to the chest!
Eddie: That’ll knock the wind and the sweetness out of you.
Johnny: Snow White connects with Kiss of Spite—Mad Hatter throws confetti in her face!
Eddie: It’s called celebrating early, Johnny!
Johnny: Frost with the somersault senton, Snow White can’t block it.
Eddie: See? The tide is turning.
Johnny: Mad Hatter throws hot tea into Snow White’s face!
Eddie: Hydration is important!
Johnny: Exploder Suplex by Lady Frost!
Eddie: Textbook!
Johnny: Wheelbarrow Facebuster! Snow White is getting worn down!
Eddie: Ring the bell already.
Johnny: Snow White with Witch’s Justice—Frost shaken but not broken.
Eddie: She’ll shake it off—she’s the Snow Queen.
Johnny: Another Wheelbarrow Facebuster!
Eddie: Put her away!
Johnny: Kiss of Spite from Snow White, but Frost lands knife-edge chops!
Eddie: The Queen is closing in.
Johnny: Trading holds! Gilded Grip from Snow White, Wheelbarrow Facebuster from Frost!
Eddie: Advantage: Frost.
Johnny: Frost reverses Thorn Crown Driver into a Headscissors Facebuster! Goes for the pin—one, no!
Eddie: That was three!
Johnny: Both women hit big moves—neither giving an inch.
Eddie: Until Frost takes it all.
Johnny: Snow White with Gilded Grip—Frost answers with another Headscissors Facebuster!
Eddie: She’s softening her up for the end.
Johnny: Thorn Crown Driver from Snow White—but Frost hits a Backpack Stunner—cover—kick out!
Eddie: Another slow count!
Johnny: Kiss of Spite from Snow White—Frost with another Backpack Stunner—hooks the leg—one… two… three! Lady Frost wins it!
Eddie: Yes! Another masterpiece from the Snow Queen! Johnny, that’s what happens when royalty meets a wannabe princess—you get a coronation in the center of the ring.
Johnny: Like it or not, Lady Frost picks up a big victory tonight—with more than a little help from the Mad Hatter.
Eddie: That’s called teamwork.
Johnny: Fans, it’s a main event caliber match here on Polar Power! The Big Bad Wolf, flanked by the entire Wolf Pack, is stepping into the ring against the Merry Band’s own powerhouse, Little John!
Eddie: Powerhouse? Please, Johnny. Little John is just a big tree stump with a beard. The Wolf is going to chop him down and howl over the remains.
Johnny: There’s the bell—and the Big Bad Wolf wastes no time, locking in an abdominal stretch! He’s wrenching away at Little John’s midsection, trying to sap that core strength early.
Eddie: Smart strategy. You take away the core, you take away the power. Meanwhile, Little John’s doing… what is that? A shoulder claw? What is this, medieval England? Oh wait—he is medieval England.
Johnny: Both men wrenching away—Wolf has the stretch tight, but Little John’s digging those fingers into the trap muscles of the Wolf! The referee’s checking, but both men break.
Eddie: The Wolf just wanted to give him a chance to feel hopeful before crushing him again.
Johnny: They lock up again—Wolf grabs John by the head and rubs his face right into the ring mat! That’s just adding insult to injury!
Eddie: That’s what I love about the Wolf—no wasted motion, just mean. He’s making sure Little John leaves with splinters in his pride.
Johnny: But Little John fires back! Headlock punches right to the temple! The big man’s fighting to get momentum!
Eddie: Temporary momentum.
Johnny: Back to their feet now—Wolf counters a strike, twists around—oh no! He’s got him in position—LYCAN LOCK! The Dragon Sleeper is cinched in!
Eddie: Night-night, Robin Hood Reject!
Johnny: Little John’s struggling—reaching for the ropes—but the Wolf’s got that locked in deep!
Eddie: Listen to the Wolf Pack on the outside—they can smell victory!
Johnny: And that’s it! Little John taps out! The Big Bad Wolf wins it here in the main event with the Lycan Lock!
Eddie: As it should be, Johnny. The Wolf came in, tore apart the big lumbering oaf, and showed why the Merry Band is nothing but a bedtime story.
Johnny: Folks, the Wolf Pack celebrates in the ring, another dominant showing from their leader. The Merry Band’s got a big problem on their hands heading into Shadowfall!
OPERATION - SAVE FLIPPERS
The scene opens backstage in front of an NPCW Polar Power banner. The lighting is low, giving the image a gritty, almost cinematic feel. Standing front and center is Ace MacDougal, a broad-shouldered Scotsman in his trademark flight jacket and scarf. On his right stands Negropolis, a shadow of a man in his black skull mask and long leather coat, arms folded, eyes locked on the camera like a hawk watching prey. To Ace’s left, Madman Jack Mason—but something is… different. He’s not bouncing, not grinning, not wild-eyed. Instead, he’s calm, posture rigid, head tilted slightly down. The brown leather straps of his muzzle mask catch the light. His hands rest loosely in front of him, motionless. That calm somehow makes him more intimidating.
Ace MacDougal (broad Scottish burr): "Right, listen here! In a few weeks’ time, at Shadowfall, ma lads—the Misfits o’ Mayhem—are steppin’ in wi’ Polly Mason’s wee pet projects, The Beasts. Now, I dinnae care how big they are, how hairy they are, or what mad science cooked ’em up—they’re still just greenhorns in our ring."
He hooks a thumb toward Jack and Negropolis.
"These two’ve been through wars, laddie. Giants. Monsters. Things that’d make yer granny sleep wi’ the lights on. And they’ve come out swingin’ every time. So if Polly thinks sendin’ a pair o’ muscle-bound animal-men after us is gonna scare the Misfits, well… she’s in for a sore disappointment."
His tone hardens, leaning closer to the camera.
"But this—this isn’t just about the belts. No. This is about Flippers. Our mascot. Our family. Ye took him, Polly. You took the wee lad! And you think we’ll just laugh it off like some daft joke? No. You made it personal. And when the Misfits get personal… that’s when ye should be afraid."
Negropolis remains silent, but his head tilts toward Jack, watching him closely. Jack steps forward, takes the mic slowly.
Madman Jack Mason (quiet, cold): "Polly… Beasts… you’ve had your fun. But every cage has a key. Every trap has a flaw. And every hunt… ends with something dead."
He tilts his head toward the camera, eyes locked in. His voice stays calm, but each word lands like a hammer.
"I’ve played the fool. I’ve danced for the crowd. But this time, I’m not here for a laugh. This time, I’m here to finish it. My sister… you don’t get to play with my family. You don’t get to play with me."
Just as he’s about to hand back the mic, a soft, eerie sound fades in—the strange lullaby. The haunting melody cuts through the backstage noise like a razor. Jack’s body stiffens, his hand going to his temples. His eyes squeeze shut for a second as if pushing back a wave of pain. Negropolis immediately steps closer, a gloved hand hovering near Jack’s shoulder. Ace looks from Jack to the camera, clearly unsettled.
The music fades, but the tension doesn’t. Jack slowly straightens, taking the mic back. His voice is lower now—almost a growl.
Madman Jack Mason: "Polly… the games end at Shadowfall. Enough… little sister."
He drops the mic and walks out of frame without another word. Negropolis turns to follow him, shooting Ace a look that says keep an eye on him. Ace watches them go, shaking his head before glaring into the lens one last time.
Johnny: "Whoa… something’s different about Madman Mason tonight, Eddie. I’ve never seen him that calm—almost cold. And if I’m the Beasts, that’s a whole different kind of danger."
Eddie: "Oh please, Johnny. All I saw was a guy with a headache and a penguin problem. The Beasts are gonna chew through the Misfits faster than Flippers goes through a bucket of sardines."
Johnny: "You can mock all you want, but this is personal for the Misfits. They’re not just fighting for the belts—they’re fighting for family."
Eddie: "Yeah, yeah. And after Shadowfall, they’ll have more free time to go penguin shopping."
Johnny: Folks, it’s time for our Main Event! And in my book, you’re looking at the true face of NPCW — the North Pole Champion, Rudolph! Ever since March, this man has carried the company as the number one guy. He’s earned that spot!
Eddie: Oh, please. The true face of NPCW? Johnny, for years it was San—er, uh… Sinister Klaus who carried NPCW on his broad, shadow-filled shoulders. And Rudolph? He’s done nothing but disrespect him since the day he won that belt. Kid needs to learn some manners.
Johnny: Wait a second, Eddie — you hated Santa for years. You called him “the jolly tyrant” and “the holiday ham.”
Eddie: That was before he saw the light… or should I say, the shadows. Sinister Klaus has embraced the truth, and now I stand by him. Meanwhile, Rudolph prances around acting like he owns the place. The Black Knight’s gonna fix that tonight.
Johnny: There’s the bell and here we go—Black Knight wasting no time! He charges—ROLLING CLOTHESLINE right out of the gate!
Eddie: That’s what I’m talking about! Knock the shine right off that nose.
Johnny: Rudolph eats the shot but stays on his feet… that’s toughness right there.
Johnny: Minute two now, Rudolph fighting back—HEADBUTT! That’ll rattle your helmet!
Eddie: Hey, that’s an illegal weapon! That nose should be sanctioned.
Johnny: Black Knight’s down to a knee, Rudolph’s fired up!
Johnny: Black Knight charges again—another ROLLING CLOTHESLINE connects!
Eddie: Two for two! Keep it coming! Pretty soon Rudolph will be seeing stars—and I don’t mean the Christmas kind.
Johnny: Both men swinging in the fourth minute—DOUBLE PUNCH from Rudolph!
Eddie: DROPKICK from the Knight! That’s how you fight! One’s a pro, one’s a petting zoo attraction.
Johnny: Oh, give me a break!
Johnny: Fifth minute, Rudolph sets up—REINDEER KICK!
Eddie: Neutralized! The Knight saw it coming a mile away. Smart wrestling.
Johnny: Six minutes in—oh, wait! Rudolph kicks Black Knight right out of the ring!
Eddie: Cheap shot! Ref should’ve called it!
Johnny: Black Knight’s on the floor, ref’s counting… 8… 9… 10! That’s it!
Eddie: You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s not a win, that’s a Christmas fluke!
Johnny: Like it or not, Rudolph wins by count-out over The Black Knight! Big momentum heading into Shadowfall!
Johnny: And there you have it — Rudolph stands tall over The Black Knight tonight!
Eddie: Stands tall? He kicked a man out of the ring and then hid behind the ref’s count! That’s not wrestling, Johnny, that’s holiday cowardice!
Johnny: Oh, come on! He took the fight to the Black Knight and came out with the W.
Eddie: A “W”? That was more like an “L” with a shiny red bow on it! Sinister Klaus would’ve pinned him in the middle of the ring, no excuses. But no — your so-called champion takes the easy way out!
Johnny: Eddie, you can spin it however you want, but facts are facts — Rudolph has momentum heading into Shadowfall!
Eddie: Momentum? More like a sled on a downhill slope with no brakes, Johnny. And when he crashes into Sinister Klaus, there won’t be enough glue in the North Pole to put him back together again!
Johnny: Folks, it’s gonna be fireworks at Shadowfall — the night where champions are crowned, grudges are settled, and history is made!
Eddie: And if the Misfits don’t get their act together, maybe we’ll see Flippers riding home with the Beasts instead of them!
Johnny: Will you stop!?
SHADOW OF THE DEMONS
[The screen fades to black. A deep, echoing growl reverberates. Torchlight flickers across a cavernous lair, revealing jagged stalactites and walls lined with skeletal remains. The camera slowly pans to a massive throne carved from twisted metal and bones, upon which sits the Alpha Demon, Krampus. Shadows dance across his horned visage, eyes glowing with malevolent fire.]
[Behind him, towering in their own ominous aura, are the Demon of Destruction, Abaddon, and the Demon of Winter’s Frost, Jack Frost, their forms cloaked in chilling darkness and icy mist. To Krampus’ left, the sultry Lilith stands, exuding an otherworldly, almost hypnotic allure. To his right, the devilishly smug Grinch Heyman adjusts his coat, a manila folder in hand, as if holding secrets of doom.]
Krampus (voice low, resonant, echoing through the cavern): "In eight days… the shadows will descend upon the NPCW. A grandiose reckoning awaits… But remember, the original purveyor of darkness has always been… the Alpha Demon."
[The camera shifts slightly to capture Lilith’s dark, sultry laugh, echoing like a siren in the cavern. Krampus’ gaze turns to the camera, piercing and merciless.]
Krampus: "My dark reign began in the age of Nicholas… spread through the era of the Father… clashed with the likes of Kringle… and devastated the times of the Claus. Through every generation, through every shadowed night, I have endured… and I have conquered."
Grinch Heyman (leaning slightly forward, voice smooth and sinister): "Krampus has been a constant through the ages, bringing his cool darkness to all who dare oppose him."
[Lilith’s laughter grows, curling through the air like smoke. Krampus’ eyes snap toward her, a possessive glint in them as he draws her closer. She leans into him, smiling, an image of dark devotion.]
Krampus: "And Shadowfall… will be no different. My brethren, the Demon of Destruction, will strip the merriment from the cad Robin Hood, leaving him broken… helpless… and shown for what he truly is."
[Grinch Heyman slyly pulls the manila folder from his coat, tapping it against his fingers with an air of smug anticipation.]
Krampus: "And I… I shall not be prey… but predator. The so-called Alpha Hunter, Van Helsing… shall witness what a true Alpha is. Every shadow, every whisper of fear… I have mastered it all. After all, Van Helsing…"
[Krampus gently pulls Lilith into his chest. Her dark eyes sparkle as she smiles up at him, almost tenderly amid the carnage.]
Krampus (continuing, voice soft but deadly): "...my beloved still stands by my side."
[The three demons and Lilith erupt in a thunderous, unholy laugh. Jack Frost twirls, sending icy mist swirling across the cavern floor. The camera slowly pulls back, the cavern dimming into near darkness. Then, blood-red letters appear on the screen, dripping as if freshly painted.]
[On screen:]
KRAMPUS vs VAN HELSING
SHADOWFALL
AUGUST 31, 2025
[The laughter echoes as the screen cuts to black, leaving the audience with the chill of impending doom.]
Scrooge looking for his next buck…but sign me up anyway!
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