Aired - August 30, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎶 [Synth-heavy rock guitar riff kicks in. Neon lasers flash across the screen over icy blue graphics.]
ANNOUNCER (booming, over-the-top voice):
“This September, NPCW is bringing the HEAT to the Great White North with NORTHERN ONSLAUGHT — and the house shows will shake Canada to its core!”
🔥 [Graphic flashes: “SEPTEMBER 5 – TORONTO, ONTARIO” — sparks explode on screen.]
ANNOUNCER:
“It all kicks off September 5th in TORONTO — where the bloodthirsty Crimson Vane goes one-on-one with the sinister shadow witch herself — Wicked Willow!”
🎥 [CUT TO: quick clips of both wrestlers screaming into the camera, flexing, chaos in the ring.]
🌨️ [Graphic: “SEPTEMBER 12 – OTTAWA, ONTARIO” — blizzard effect across the screen.]
ANNOUNCER:
“On September 12th, Ottawa gets FROSTY! The chilling warrior of winter steps into the main event — but his opponent? TO BE ANNOUNCED! Who will dare step into the cold?!”
🎥 [CUT TO: Frosty blowing ice from his hands as the screen shatters like glass.]
💀 [Graphic: “SEPTEMBER 19 – MONTREAL, QUEBEC” — gothic flames lick across the screen.]
ANNOUNCER:
“Montreal, get ready for mayhem! The dangerous Alice steps into battle against the dark queen of despair, Morrigan! Two forces of chaos collide — only one survives the night!”
🎥 [CUT TO: Alice swinging a chair, Morrigan laughing wickedly in a smoky forest.]
👑 [Graphic: “SEPTEMBER 26 – QUEBEC CITY, QUEBEC” — golden spotlight explodes.]
ANNOUNCER:
“And in Quebec City, September 26 — the storybook showdown you’ve been waiting for! Prince Charming meets the armored juggernaut, the Nutcracker Captain! Fairytales CRUMBLE when fists fly!”
🎥 [CUT TO: Prince Charming bowing smugly, Nutcracker Captain cracking his knuckles.]
💥 [All four dates slam onto the screen with pyro blasts and neon lightning.]
ANNOUNCER (yelling):
“FOUR CITIES — FOUR MAIN EVENTS — ONE MONTH OF POLAR POWER! Don’t miss NPCW live this September — because when the North goes to war… only the strong survive!”
🎶 [Outro riff, NPCW logo slams onto the screen in icy chrome letters with tagline:]
✨ “NPCW — WHERE THE NORTH BRINGS THE POWER!” ✨
SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S LOOKAHEAD
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[Opening Montage Ends – Fireworks explode inside the packed North Pole Arena as the cameras cut to the roaring live crowd. A sweeping crane shot moves across rows of fans decked out in scarves, hats, and NPCW shirts, holding up signs for their favorites.]
[Signs spotted in the crowd:]
“REINDEER POWER RUNS THROUGH RUDOLPH!”
“THE WITCHES WILL RULE AGAIN!”
“SINISTER KLAUS – 3 FALLS, 3 VICTORIES!”
“MISFITS OF MAYHEM = RATINGS!”
“MOONSHADOW HUNTS GOLDIE TONIGHT!”
“Honk If You Love the Flippers!”
“Snow White Is Fairest AND Fiercest!”
“I BELIEVE IN HERACLES!”
[The camera cuts to a section near ringside where four passionate fans are holding a massive hand-painted banner stretched between them, reading in bold letters:]
“FREEDOM FOR FLIPPERS!”
[The crowd nearby joins them in chanting “FREE THE FLIPPERS! FREE THE FLIPPERS!”]
[The feed transitions to the announce desk where JOHNNY “THE MIC” MICHAELS sits in a crisp blazer and headset, grinning ear to ear, while next to him, EDDIE ELLINGTON is in his trademark dark sunglasses, a flashy NPCW t-shirt under a leather jacket, looking smugly at the camera.]
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a very special edition of Polar Power, coming to you LIVE from the legendary North Pole Arena! And folks, it doesn’t get bigger than this—because we are just ONE NIGHT AWAY from the biggest event of the year, Shadowfall!”
Eddie (smirking): “Oh Johnny, you can feel it in the air. These people are frothing at the mouth, desperate to see history tomorrow. Me? I’m already thinking about what kind of tailor I’ll use when Sinister Klaus walks out with BOTH belts. I want my tuxedo to match all that gold.”
Johnny (ignoring Eddie’s jab): “We’ve got a jam-packed night ahead of us as the road to Shadowfall comes to its final stop! Let’s talk about what we’ll see tonight. A colossal battle—Van Helsing, the Alpha Hunter, one-on-one with the frostbitten terror, Jack Frost!”
Eddie (leaning forward, shaking his head): “Van Helsing should’ve stayed in the library where he belongs. You don’t walk into a fight with a demon of winter and think garlic and holy water’s gonna save you. Frost is going to turn him into a popsicle!”
Johnny: “Also tonight—Hansel, elite member of the Enclave, goes toe-to-toe with the monster known only as Ogre. That’s going to be a true clash of styles.”
Eddie: “Clash of styles? More like clash of bones. Ogre doesn’t wrestle, Johnny—he smashes, he crushes, he makes people regret signing contracts. I don’t think Hansel’s trail of breadcrumbs is gonna save him this time.”
Johnny: “And how about this—Heracles, the demigod powerhouse, takes on the one and only Frosty the Snowman!”
Eddie (laughing): “Finally, a match where Heracles can put ‘snow-shoveling’ on his résumé. Frosty’s going to melt faster than an ice cube on a radiator!”
Johnny: “Then in tag team action—the Blonde Bombshells face the trio of Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and Sugar Plum Fairy! That’s combustible, especially with Moonshadow’s eyes fixed firmly on the Queen of the North Championship!”
Eddie (nodding with approval): “Now that’s a match I’m looking forward to. Moonshadow doesn’t care if people boo her, cheer her, or howl at the moon—she’s dangerous, she’s hungry, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she eats the Bombshells alive tonight.”
Johnny: “And then our MAIN EVENT—Madman Mason, one of the most unpredictable men in NPCW, goes one-on-one with Beast 2 of the Beasts! That is going to be violent, that is going to be chaotic, and it is going to set the tone for Shadowfall tomorrow!”
Eddie: “If the main event doesn’t end with broken furniture, busted tables, and some poor intern in the hospital, I’ll be shocked. Mason and Beast 2 aren’t wrestlers—they’re wrecking balls.”
Johnny (with excitement): “Folks, it’s a monumental night here on Polar Power as we get ready for Shadowfall! But right now, we’re going to send things upstairs—to the Commissioner’s Booth—for a message from Commissioner Cratchit.”
[The camera pans upward to the Commissioner’s private skybox high above the arena as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
[Scene opens in the opulent Commissioner’s Box high above the North Pole Arena. Rich oak panels, velvet curtains, and the golden NPCW crest on the wall frame the desk of Commissioner Robert Cratchit. The crowd’s roar filters in faintly through the thick glass. Cratchit sits at the desk, weary-eyed but composed, adjusting his spectacles. Beside him, arms folded and face smug as ever, is NPCW’s financial overseer, Ebenezer Scrooge. Standing a respectful step behind is Ms. Sweetins, ever professional in her crimson blazer as NPCW’s Women’s Division General Manager, and Fenwick Grimbough, the Director of Rules and Regulations, clutching a stack of paperwork as though it were a weapon.]
[Off to the side, partly shadowed and half out of frame, sits Lucien Vantrell — “The Pale Inheritor.” He does not look at the others. Instead, his ghostly pale eyes are fixed on a large television screen, silently watching another broadcast — HCW’s Reign of Champions. The flickering light dances across his sharp features, lending him an almost statuesque quality. His presence is cold, palpable, even though he remains silent.]
Cratchit (warm but tired): “Good evening, NPCW Universe. From this office high above the North Pole Arena, I want to take a moment to thank every one of you for your passion, your energy, and your support. For twenty-three episodes, Polar Power has been the proving ground, the stage, the launch pad for dreams… and tomorrow night, it all culminates at the Supercard of Supercards: Shadowfall.”
[The crowd in the arena roars in approval, chants of “SHAD-OW-FALL! SHAD-OW-FALL!” faintly bleeding through the glass.]
Cratchit (nodding with pride): “Tomorrow night will be a celebration of wrestling, of competition, of everything that makes the North Pole Championship Wrestling the most unique promotion in the world. And with such a night of magnitude, we are bringing in a few very special voices to enhance the spectacle.”
[Scrooge rolls his eyes, tapping his cane impatiently on the floor.]
Scrooge (interrupting, sharply): “Yes, yes, enough with the bedtime story, Cratchit! They want announcements, not lullabies. Get to it!”
[Cratchit exhales through his nose, half-smiling, half-irritated, but continues.]
Cratchit: “At Shadowfall, four guest announcers will be joining the broadcast team for specific matches. First — for the Queen of the North Championship match, we will welcome Hall of Famer Vera ‘The Iron Maiden’ Steele to the commentary desk. She knows that division better than anyone.”
[Ms. Sweetins smiles and nods approvingly.]
Cratchit: “Second — for the showdown between The Sandman and Sinbad… well… Mr. Scrooge will be joining the booth.”
[Before Cratchit can even finish, Scrooge beams smugly and cuts him off.]
Scrooge (grinning ear to ear, spreading his arms): “That’s right! That’s right! Finally, some quality commentary for once. A real treat for the fans. The best mind in business, in wrestling, in everything! Tomorrow night, the people of NPCW will get to hear my wisdom first-hand. You’re welcome!”
[Cratchit chuckles lightly, shaking his head.]
Cratchit (dryly): “Yes. A real treat indeed.”
Cratchit (continuing): “Third — representing our partnership with Global Championship Wrestling, Damien Black will join us for the Main Event. His insight and perspective will make that title match even more monumental.”
[Fenwick Grimbough clears his throat loudly, as if to emphasize his agreement — or remind people of his own importance.]
Cratchit: “And finally… there will be one more guest announcer. Their identity will remain a mystery… for now.”
[The crowd in the arena reacts with curiosity, murmurs audible even through the box’s glass walls.]
Cratchit (sitting up straight, with resolve): “So fans, we thank you again for joining us here tonight for Polar Power. And above all else, do not miss tomorrow night’s Shadowfall — history will be made.”
[The camera begins to slowly pull back. Scrooge, still basking in his self-importance, leans toward the shadowy figure of Lucien, who remains transfixed by HCW’s broadcast.]
Scrooge (smug, sotto voce): “We’ll make your dad proud.”
[Lucien finally turns his head, ever so slightly. His cold eyes pierce through Scrooge from behind the pale light of the television. His reply is soft, almost monotone — but chilling in its certainty.]
Lucien: “I am sure.”
[The camera lingers on Lucien’s expression — unreadable, detached, perhaps resentful — as the lights of HCW’s broadcast flicker across his face. Then the screen fades to black.]
Johnny: “Tomorrow night we’ll be joined at the commentary desk by a very special guest — bringing a whole new perspective to Shadowfall!”
Eddie: “Oh great, because what this broadcast needed was another voice yapping in my ear. I barely tolerate you, Johnny — now I’ve got to suffer through some know-it-all guest too?”
Johnny: “This is a preview of what’s to come tomorrow — Van Helsing squaring off with Jack Frost, but he’s got his sights set on Krampus at Shadowfall.”
Eddie: “Please, Johnny. If Van Helsing can’t even handle a snowflake like Frost, what’s he going to do against the full-blown blizzard that is Krampus?”
Johnny: “There’s the bell, folks! Van Helsing wasting no time, coming in with that big roundhouse right to Jack Frost!”
Eddie: “Yeah, he landed it — congratulations, Johnny, the vampire hunter can throw a punch. Doesn’t mean he’s winning this one.”
Johnny: “Van Helsing scoops him up — powerslam! Driving Frost right into the canvas!”
Eddie: “And look at Grinch Heyman, doing the smart thing, shifting the momentum! That’s how you even the odds. Van Helsing should’ve brought a manager instead of holy water.”
Johnny: “Frost trying to turn the tide — he’s got the Snowdrift Scissors locked in!”
Eddie: “And Van Helsing slips free. Don’t worry, Johnny, Frost has plenty more tricks up his icy sleeve.”
Johnny: “Arctic Blast connects right to the jaw! Van Helsing staggers back!”
Eddie: “Now we’re talking! That’s what happens when you underestimate winter, Johnny — it hits you square in the face.”
Johnny: “Snowstorm Sleeper! Frost has it locked in!”
Eddie: “Tap, tap, tap! End this early and save us all the sermon, Van Helsing!”
Johnny: “He’s fighting out — look at the resilience of Van Helsing!”
Eddie: “Resilience? More like stubbornness. Sometimes you just don’t know when you’re beat.”
Johnny: “Jack Frost building momentum — Ice Storm off the top rope! He crashes down hard on Van Helsing!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! Pure poetry in motion, Johnny. That’s why I put my money on Frost.”
Johnny: “Wait a minute — Van Helsing firing back, Holy Crossface! He’s got it cinched in!”
Eddie: “Not for long! There’s Heyman again, doing what he does best — giving Frost the chance to breathe. That’s brains, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Back and forth they go, neither man giving an inch! Van Helsing with the suplex—no! Frost counters into Winter’s Wrath!”
Eddie: “Now we’re cooking! Look at Van Helsing flail, he’s got no answers left.”
Johnny: “He breaks free somehow, but Frost pummeling him with those icy chops — my goodness, you can hear that crack all the way in the cheap seats!”
Eddie: “That’s not just sound, Johnny, that’s the sound of Van Helsing’s chest freezing solid.”
Johnny: “We’re deep into this one, both men exhausted — Van Helsing with a sudden Stake to the Heart, but Frost counters again!”
Eddie: “Don’t celebrate yet, Johnny, the snowstorm isn’t over!”
Johnny: “Here it comes — Van Helsing lifting Frost high — Back to the Grave! He plants him head-first into the mat!”
Eddie: “No, no, no! This isn’t fair! Frost had him beat ten times over!”
Johnny: “Cover—one! Two! Three! He’s done it! Van Helsing puts away Jack Frost with the Back to the Grave piledriver!”
Eddie: “Oh sure, Johnny, bury the snowman now. But tomorrow, when Krampus gets his hands on him, Van Helsing’s the one who’ll be six feet under!”
POLLY’S SONG
The cameras fade to backstage where Polly Mason is eerily standing with microphone in hand. Behind her stands the ever imposing Marcus. She raises the microphone and begins to sing …
Oh Penny dear, with pouches full,
Of charms and tricks and glittered bull.
You trade in luck, you sell in lies—
But tonight, your fairy market dies.
You chirp and skip, you dodge and dart,
But I’ll rip that goblin grin apart.
Your Barter Bomb? A bargain fake.
I’ll break your knees for karma’s sake.
You call on sprites, you wink and twist,
But Flippers squealed when I clenched my fist.
Poor little fish, now locked away—
No trades, no charms, no games to play.
And while you flail in fairy fright,
The Beast 2 hunts in blood tonight.
Madman Mason? He’ll be crushed—
His madness drowned, his ego hushed.
So whistle, Wick, and cast your spell,
But Polly’s song tolls your death knell.
No goblin giggles, no lucky charms—
Just broken dreams in Beastmaster’s arms.
At the end of the song she drops the microphone and heads to the ring.
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for our second contest of the evening, and boy, this one is loaded with implications! Polly Mason — accompanied, as always, by the terrifying Marcus the Beastmaster — is set to square off with the ever-spirited Penny Coppersnap!
Eddie: Spirited? Johnny, this isn’t a parade, it’s a wrestling match! Polly Mason has been running roughshod over everyone lately. She’s not just a competitor — she’s the mastermind behind unleashing those beasts on NPCW. Let’s not forget, she kidnapped Flippers the baby penguin! A stroke of genius if you ask me.
Johnny: Genius?! That’s despicable! The Misfits of Mayhem have been in chaos ever since, and Polly has made it clear she plans to lead the Beasts right into battle at Shadowfall.
Eddie: And that’s exactly why Penny Coppersnap should’ve stayed in the dressing room. She’s about to be another example of what happens when you get in the Beastmaster’s way.
Johnny: Penny’s never backed down from a challenge, Eddie. Tonight could be her moment to shine and send Polly a message!
Johnny: There’s the bell, and we’re underway — Polly Mason with an early neckbreaker! That’ll rattle Penny’s spine right at the start.
Eddie: Efficient, clean, beautiful — Polly makes it look effortless. Meanwhile Penny fires back with a— what do you call that?
Johnny: A Pixie Kick Pop, Eddie! Dropkick right to the chest! Penny showing her fight!
Eddie: Fight? She got a lucky bounce. Let’s not confuse gymnastics with wrestling.
Johnny: Minute two, Polly scoops her up — Northern Lights Suplex! Right on the back of Penny’s head!
Eddie: That’s how you win wrestling matches, Johnny. Technique, leverage, power. And— oh come on, Penny with a Snapsnare Suplex. That’s not wrestling, that’s desperation!
Johnny: Now Polly’s got the ankle lock cinched in deep! She’s twisting that foot — Penny in pain!
Eddie: Tap out, Penny! Go home, save yourself the embarrassment! She’s like a fish on a hook, Johnny.
Johnny: Neckbreaker by Polly — cover! No, wait! Penny reverses it into a pin of her own!
Eddie: What is she doing?! Stay down, Penny, it’ll hurt less!
Johnny: Polly reverses it back! ONE! — and Penny kicks out just in time! What an exchange!
Eddie: That was less an exchange and more Polly playing with her food.
Johnny: Fifth minute, Polly hooks her up — FINAL CRESCENDO! Spinning reverse DDT — Penny’s down! Cover! One! Two— no! Penny kicks out!
Eddie: Referee Abe should’ve counted faster, that was three. I heard the bell ringing in my head!
Johnny: Penny mounting some offense now — Gobflip Gleam! Standing moonsault connects!
Eddie: Oh great, she can jump. Maybe she should join the circus instead of wasting time in a wrestling ring.
Johnny: Suplex attempt by Polly — no, Penny counters with the Glimmerbomb Toss!
Eddie: I didn’t see that. Replay must be broken.
Johnny: Ankle lock again from Polly! She’s relentless!
Eddie: That’s why she’s the future of this division, Johnny. She doesn’t stop, she doesn’t blink — she hurts people.
Johnny: Polly hits the FINAL DOSE! Swinging reverse STO! Penny’s laid out — but somehow she kicks out of the pin attempt!
Eddie: This referee is biased, Johnny. Honest Abe? More like Dishonest Dave!
Johnny: Fifteen minutes in, and after all that punishment — Polly with another neckbreaker! Cover— no, Penny hangs on! But the time limit has expired — this one is declared a draw!
Eddie: A draw? You mean Polly won and Penny survived long enough to hear the bell. Let’s call it what it is, Johnny: dominance.
Johnny: Fans, say what you will, but Penny showed incredible resilience tonight, pushing Polly Mason all the way to the limit! But the Beastmaster and his protégée have made their message clear heading into Shadowfall.
Eddie: Message received: the Beasts are coming, and no one — not the Misfits, not Penny, not anybody — is safe.
Johnny: Folks, it is time for our third contest of the night—Frankenstein’s Monster, accompanied by the diabolical Dr. Frankenstein, taking on the high-flying sensation Rapido Rojo!
Eddie: High-flying sensation? Please. Rapido Rojo is nothing more than a mosquito in a mask, Johnny. And you know what you do with mosquitoes? You swat them. And tonight, that’s exactly what the Monster’s gonna do.
Johnny: Rojo is one of the most resilient underdogs in NPCW, Eddie. He’s pulled off more than a few upsets in his career, and if anyone can find a way to chop down a giant like Frankenstein’s Monster, it’s him.
Eddie: Chop down? Johnny, you don’t chop down a mountain. You don’t out-run a hurricane. And you sure don’t stop Frankenstein’s Monster. That thing isn’t even human, it’s a walking fortress.
Johnny: Well, the bell has sounded and here we go! Rapido darts in, looking to use that speed—but the Monster snatches him—deadweight drop—NO! Rojo squirms free and lands on his feet! What an escape!
Eddie: That’s not skill, that’s panic. He’s already realizing he’s made the biggest mistake of his life getting in there tonight.
Johnny: Rapido charges again, springboard attempt—but the Monster catches him! He hoists him high—THE CLAMP! That pendulum backbreaker locked in tight!
Eddie: Ha! Look at that, Johnny! He’s folding Rapido in half like a lawn chair! This is beautiful!
Johnny: Rojo is screaming in pain—he’s got nowhere to go! Referee ‘Honest’ Abe is right there—Rapido taps out! He taps out!
Eddie: And just like that, it’s over. Rapido Rojo thought he could fly, but he just got grounded by the most dominant creation in NPCW.
Johnny: Frankenstein’s Monster makes incredibly short work of Rapido Rojo tonight. And Eddie, as much as I hate to admit it, that is one of the most devastating submission holds I’ve seen in a long time.
Eddie: That’s why Dr. Frankenstein is a genius, Johnny. He built perfection, and perfection just crushed your precious underdog.
Johnny: Fans, the Monster and his master are looking unstoppable as we head into Shadowfall tomorrow night. What kind of chaos will they unleash?
UNFORTUNATE DREAMS
[Scene: An endless, ethereal void. Swirling mists curl like living shadows across a floor that doesn’t seem to exist. Moonlight filters down, silver and ghostly, illuminating a massive wheel that emerges from the haze—its golden spokes glinting, etched with strange symbols that seem to shift when you stare too long. The wheel towers behind Sandman, who drifts forward, his cloak trailing like smoke, his voice low, haunting, and hypnotic.]
Sandman (in his eerie, measured tone):
"The night before fate is always the most restless, Sinbad. Tonight, you may close your eyes… but sleep will not comfort you. Tomorrow… tomorrow, the wheel shall spin… and destiny will whisper its cruel lullaby."
[The wheel slowly begins to turn on its own, the creak of its movement echoing unnaturally loud in the void. Each click is like a heartbeat in the mist. Sandman raises a pale hand and the wheel stops abruptly, the pointer landing on a symbol that glows faintly.]
Sandman:
"One of us will awaken to sweet dreams. The other… will descend into the blackest nightmare. You call yourself a sailor of the seven seas, Sinbad, but in the realm of dreams? You are adrift. Lost. Drowning in waves you cannot control."
[The mist around Sandman swells and darkens, faces appear and vanish—screaming mouths, hollow eyes, fragments of nightmares slipping through. Sandman walks closer to the camera, his voice lowering.]
Sandman:
"The world of dreams is my dominion. I decide where the paths lead. I decide who awakens… and who never does. And when the wheel has spoken, it shall not be your laughter that rings out in triumph… but your cries echoing through the eternal sleep."
[He pauses, then smirks ever so slightly, the moonlight catching his eyes.]
Sandman:
"Tomorrow night… I walk away with the golden ticket. You, Sinbad… you will never wake up."
[Sandman lifts his hand, blows a handful of glittering dream dust into the air. As it spreads, the mist consumes the screen, leaving only the eerie sound of the wheel’s creaking spin before fading to black.]
[The vignette fades out. The camera cuts back to ringside where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels looks a little unsettled, while Eddie Ellington is smirking, leaning back with his arms crossed.]
Johnny: “Fans, I don’t know about you, but that just sent a shiver down my spine. The Sandman… that man operates in a world that none of us can quite understand. Tomorrow night at Shadowfall, he faces Sinbad — and who knows what kind of nightmare we’re about to witness!”
Eddie: “Nightmare? Michaels, this isn’t a nightmare, this is brilliance! Did you see that wheel? Did you hear his words? That’s not just some spooky bedtime story — that’s a man who has complete control of an opponent before the bell even rings. Sinbad’s out here playing pirate, but Sandman? He’s pulling strings inside Sinbad’s head!”
Johnny (shaking his head): “Come on, Eddie, you know Sinbad. He’s a fighter, a survivor. He’s stared down monsters, giants, you name it! The Sandman may try to twist reality, but Sinbad has the heart of a champion — and tomorrow night, at Shadowfall, he’s not going to be intimidated!”
Eddie (grinning): “Heart doesn’t help you when you’re asleep on the mat, Johnny-boy. Sinbad might’ve conquered the seas, but tomorrow night, Sandman drags him into uncharted waters. And trust me, Sinbad doesn’t know how to swim in the Dream Realm!”
Johnny (with intensity): “Ladies and gentlemen, it all goes down TOMORROW NIGHT — Shadowfall! Sinbad versus Sandman — the golden ticket is on the line, and only one man is walking away with his dreams intact. Don’t you dare miss it!”
[Camera lingers on the fired-up crowd chanting “SHADOWFALL! SHADOWFALL!” before cutting away to the next segment.]
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are set for Match Four here on Polar Power! It’s Hansel, representing the Hunter’s Enclave, stepping into the ring against the monstrous Ogre — and of course, right there at ringside, the diabolical Dr. Frankenstein!”
Eddie: “Diabolical? Please. That’s called genius, Johnny. You think Ogre figured out all those power moves by reading bedtime stories? No — he’s got the Doctor guiding him, and that’s why Hansel doesn’t stand a chance tonight.”
Johnny: “Look at this, Hansel wasting no time! He’s got the Boston Crab locked in early, trying to bend Ogre in half!”
Eddie: “Bend him in half? Johnny, Ogre’s legs are like tree trunks. That’s like trying to fold a boulder — it isn’t happening! And look, the Doctor’s already giving strategy. That’s how you win, Michaels — brains and brawn.”
Johnny: “Oh my! Ogre with that massive butt drop — and Hansel just got flattened!”
Eddie: “Hansel should’ve brought breadcrumbs, Johnny, maybe then he could find his way out from under all that weight. Ogre’s tossing him around like a sack of potatoes. Look at that piledriver — good night, sweet fairy tale!”
Johnny: “But Hansel firing back! Belly-to-belly suplex! Flying forearm smash! He’s showing that grit we’ve come to expect from the Enclave!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah, grit. He’s hitting Ogre with everything but the kitchen sink and the big man’s still on his feet. And every time Hansel lands something, Ogre just lands harder — butt drops, piledrivers, sledge blows. It’s like trading a slingshot for a cannon.”
Johnny: “Front facelock by Hansel! He’s trying to slow the pace—wait a minute, Dr. Frankenstein with a leg sweep from the outside! Come on, Honest Abe, turn around!”
Eddie (laughing): “What are you complaining about? That’s called teamwork! Frankenstein isn’t interfering, he’s… enhancing. And look at that chair shot assist — that’s a beautiful use of ringside resources. Hansel should’ve studied harder.”
Johnny: “Hansel still fighting back, but every time he builds momentum, Ogre cuts him down! Another piledriver, and Ogre going for the cover! One… two… no! Hansel kicks out just in time!”
Eddie: “Oh, come on! That was three if you ask me. Abe needs to work on his counting — I know he’s ‘Honest,’ but maybe he’s also a little blind when it comes to Hansel.”
Johnny: “Back and forth here — belly-to-belly suplex by Hansel! Boston Crab again! He’s got Ogre locked in — but the big man won’t tap! And now a spine crusher by Hansel, but Ogre answers with a snap mare!”
Eddie: “See, Johnny? That’s what makes Ogre special. Lesser men would quit. Ogre doesn’t quit. He crushes. Hansel’s like a mosquito buzzing around, and Ogre just keeps swatting him away.”
Johnny: “Oh no — Ogre just crushed Hansel with that big butt drop again! Hansel’s down, Ogre covers!”
Crowd: “One… two… three!”
Johnny: “And that’s it! Ogre scores the victory over Hansel here tonight on Polar Power!”
Eddie (smug): “Exactly what I told you, Johnny. Ogre is a monster, Hansel is a snack, and Dr. Frankenstein is the brains behind it all. The Hunter’s Enclave just got hunted.”
Johnny: “Fans, Ogre stands tall with the help of Dr. Frankenstein — and you have to wonder, if Hansel couldn’t find a way to stop him tonight, who in NPCW can stop this monster?”
Eddie: “No one, Johnny. No one. Ogre’s not just a monster… he’s Frankenstein’s masterpiece.”
Johnny: “We are back here on Polar Power, and it’s time for a clash of powerhouses—Heracles of the Mighty Gods, accompanied by Zeus, taking on Frosty!”
Eddie: “Look at this, Johnny! A living demigod! And then on the other side… a snow cone with legs. Who do you THINK I’m putting my money on?”
Johnny: “The bell rings and we are underway—Heracles charging right out of the gate! He’s got Frosty up—LABORS END, sitout powerbomb! My goodness!”
Eddie: “One move in and Frosty looks like he’s melting in July! That’s the difference between a god and a guy who belongs in a snow globe.”
Johnny: “Frosty staggering to his feet… but wait, Zeus on the outside distracting Honest Abe! Frosty can’t catch a break here!”
Eddie: “That’s called divine intervention, Johnny! When Zeus points, even referees look the other way!”
Johnny: “Frosty tries to rally—Frosty Flip! He tosses Heracles with a hip toss and finally gets some momentum!”
Eddie: “Congratulations, Frosty! You threw Heracles over like a sack of marshmallows. Too bad it just made him mad!”
Johnny: “Both men trading offense now—Heracles with a Lion’s Roar Buster spinebuster! Frosty answers back with a Snowdrift Splash in the corner! What impact by both competitors!”
Eddie: “Impact, sure—but when Heracles hits you, it’s like a mountain falling on you. When Frosty hits you, it’s like being slapped with a wet mitten.”
Johnny: “Frosty showing heart here, landing a Snowball Slam! Cover—no, Heracles reverses it! Colossal Throw overhead belly-to-belly suplex! What power!”
Eddie: “See that? That’s called Olympian strength. You can’t teach that, Johnny. You’re born with it—unlike Frosty, who was built with pipe cleaners and buttons.”
Johnny: “Frosty fighting back again—Frozen Fist! He nails Heracles right in the jaw! But Heracles answers immediately with another Lion’s Roar Buster! The ring is shaking under these two!”
Eddie: “Shake it all you want, Johnny. The only thing cracking here is Frosty’s chance of winning.”
Johnny: “Frosty lands his big Blizzard Buster sit-down powerbomb! He might have it! Cover—no, Zeus distracts again, and Frosty can’t capitalize!”
Eddie: “That’s why you bring Zeus, Johnny! He’s the insurance policy, the lightning in a bottle! Frosty just got robbed of his one miracle.”
Johnny: “Heracles seizing the moment—another Lion’s Roar Buster! He’s got Frosty reeling! Zeus with a blatant interference—Lightning Rod! And Honest Abe never saw it!”
Eddie: “That’s the power of the Olympian Eye, Johnny! The gods don’t play fair, they play to win.”
Johnny: “Heracles has him up—LABORS END again! Sitout powerbomb! The cover—1…2…3! Heracles pins Frosty!”
Eddie: “Of course he did! That’s a god, Johnny! Frosty never stood a snowball’s chance in Hades!”
Johnny: “A big win for Heracles tonight, but certainly with no shortage of help from Zeus! Frosty fought with everything he had, but in the end, the Mighty Gods walk out victorious.”
Eddie: “And that’s the way it should be. Frosty should stick to making Christmas cards and cocoa commercials—because inside this ring? He’s just another puddle waiting to happen.”
THE MERRY THIEF
(The scene opens with the soft hum of activity backstage. Smooth Samantha, ever the professional, is walking briskly down a dimly lit hallway, her cameraman trailing her. She’s on her way to secure an exclusive with the Queens of Despair. The air feels tense, the night before Shadowfall. Suddenly, Samantha stops mid-stride as something catches her eye.)
Camera pans right — the door to Grinch Heyman’s dressing room creaks open. Out slips Robin Hood, looking around like a thief in the night. In his hands, clutched close to his chest, is a manila envelope.
Samantha (raising an eyebrow): “Robin? … What are you doing sneaking out of Grinch Heyman’s locker room?”
(Robin freezes like a child caught red-handed. He stiffens, then awkwardly fumbles the envelope behind his back, forcing a crooked smile.)
Robin Hood (stammering): “Uh… nothing! Just… uh… nothing at all, Samantha.”
Samantha (narrowing her eyes, voice sharp): “Nothing? … Is that the envelope?”
(Robin chuckles nervously, trying to wave it off. He scratches the back of his head with his free hand, pretending to look casual while very poorly hiding the envelope behind him.)
Robin Hood (quickly, deflecting): “Envelope? No, no, no, I… uh… was just heading off, y’know. Big match tomorrow, can’t be hanging around here all night. Hah! Ha…”
(Before Samantha can press him further, footsteps echo down the hallway. Maid Marion enters the frame, her presence steadying Robin immediately. She looks between Samantha and Robin, suspicion written across her face.)
Maid Marion (calm but direct): “Robin… what’s going on here?”
(Robin shifts uncomfortably but quickly seizes the opportunity.)
Robin Hood (blurting out): “Oh, uh—just talking with Samantha here… about my match tomorrow. Against Abaddon. That’s all! Just match talk. Nothing else.”
(He nods repeatedly, forcing a grin, desperate for Samantha’s confirmation. Samantha tilts her head, studying him, before slowly giving a small nod, though her eyes stay sharp and unconvinced.)
Samantha (hesitant, measured): “Right… match talk.”
(Robin laughs nervously again, then quickly gestures to Marion to follow him. The two hurry off down the hall, Robin keeping the envelope tucked behind him like it’s the crown jewels. Marion casts a concerned look back at Samantha, who watches them go with suspicion written all over her face.)
(The camera lingers on Samantha, her brows furrowed. She takes a deep breath, clearly unsettled, then glances at her cameraman as if to say Did you see that too? The camera slowly zooms in on the hallway where Robin and Marion disappeared, before the screen fades to black.)
FADE TO BLACK.
Here’s a cut-back commentary segment for Polar Power Episode 023, right after the backstage vignette with Robin Hood and the envelope:
[Cut back to the announcers’ table. The camera zooms in on Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington. The arena crowd is buzzing in the background.]
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, did you just see that backstage? Robin Hood sneaking out of Grinch Heyman’s locker room with that manila envelope… Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me!”
Eddie (chuckling, leaning back in his chair): “Oh, come on, Johnny. That’s just Robin being Robin. A little cloak-and-dagger, a little sneaky… harmless fun, really. No reason to read too much into it.”
Johnny (frowning, voice tense): “Harmless? Eddie, he was practically trying to hide the thing! And why is Maid Marion showing up right then? This isn’t just match-day jitters — something’s going on here backstage!”
Eddie (smirking, waving a hand dismissively): “Relax, Johnny. Maybe he’s got a love note for Marion in there, huh? Or a snack from the catering table. Honestly, you’re looking for conspiracies where there’s none.”
Johnny: “I don’t know, Eddie… There’s too much at stake tomorrow night at Shadowfall. Abaddon vs. Robin Hood. This envelope… whatever’s in it… could change everything!”
Eddie (grinning, leaning in): “Well, if it does, Johnny, I’ll be front row to see it all unfold. But mark my words — I don’t think Robin’s doing anything sinister. Just a little drama to keep us on our toes.”
Johnny (turning back to camera, serious): “Folks, keep your eyes peeled. Something’s definitely brewing backstage… and come tomorrow night, we might finally find out what Robin Hood is hiding.”
(The camera pans over the cheering crowd as they move to the next match.)
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for six-man tag team action! Blitzen and Comet from the Reindeer Coalition team up with Jingle of the Jolly Elves to take on the regimented ranks of the Nutcrackers—#1, #2, and the Nutcracker Captain!
Eddie: Regimented? They’re a disciplined fighting unit, Johnny! Unlike those deer and their glitter elf buddy prancing around like they’re rehearsing for the holiday parade.
Johnny: And here we go—Blitzen and Nutcracker #1 starting it off. Blitzen with a REINDEER CLOMP! Right to the chest!
Eddie: Yeah, and Nutcracker #1 answers with a 21 GUN SALUTE! That’s precision striking, Johnny. It’s called discipline—something you wouldn’t know if you were hanging around elves all day.
Johnny: Blitzen fighting back—but wait! The Nutcrackers are swarming! #1, #2, and the Captain all in the ring!
Eddie: That’s teamwork! Finally, a group that understands strategy. Spike piledriver from the Captain—beautiful! These Reindeer don’t stand a chance.
Johnny: Blitzen still stomping away somehow—look at that heart!
Eddie: Heart doesn’t win matches, Johnny. Brains and boots do, and the Nutcrackers have both.
Johnny: Nutcracker #2 with the NUTCRACKER CANNON! The Captain with another piledriver—Blitzen somehow lands a mule kick in return!
Eddie: And gets flattened anyway. Did you see that double impact? That’s why they wear uniforms—they’re soldiers, not circus animals.
Johnny: Blitzen back up—another REINDEER CLOMP! He’s fighting out of the corner and—yes! He makes the tag to Jingle!
Eddie: Wonderful. Now we get the elf. Maybe he’ll sing a carol while he’s getting suplexed.
Johnny: Here comes Jingle, springing in with energy! But the Nutcrackers swarm again—triple teaming with a 21 GUN SALUTE and a Spike Piledriver!
Eddie: Textbook teamwork! Pin him now, boys, this match is done!
Johnny: Wait—Jingle with a JINGLE ALL THE WAY! Double dropkick takes all three Nutcrackers down!
Eddie: Oh, come on! You’re telling me this toy-maker just knocked down trained soldiers?
Johnny: Nutcracker #2 with the CANNON! The Captain with a German suplex—but Jingle fires back with an ELVEN TWIST!
Eddie: A spinning kick? Please. He just twirled like a ballerina and happened to connect.
Johnny: Jingle rolls him up! Small package on #1!
Eddie: Kick to the gut by Nutcracker #1, thank you very much. I almost had a heart attack, Johnny.
Johnny: Tag to Comet! The Reindeer Coalition working with Jingle—TINSEL TIME! REINDEER ONE TWO! What a combination!
Eddie: Oh sure, now they remember how to work together. Where were they five minutes ago when the Nutcrackers were dropping them on their heads?
Johnny: Another double team—Jingle with the monkey flip, Comet with the stomp—but Nutcracker #1 slams Jingle with a RUNNING POWERSLAM!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you mess with trained military hardware, Johnny. Reindeer aren’t built for wrestling—they’re built for pulling sleds!
Johnny: Uh oh, here come the Nutcrackers again, all three piling on Jingle! 21 GUN SALUTE, a kick, and a flying axehandle from the Captain!
Eddie: And now it’s just a matter of time. Ring the bells, the elf is finished.
Johnny: Wait—Jingle with an ELVEN TWIST! He’s still alive!
Eddie: What is this elf made of? Gumdrops and stubbornness? Somebody nail him down already!
Johnny: Jingle’s got fight left—JINGLE ALL THE WAY! Huge dropkick right to Nutcracker #1! He’s down! Jingle covers—1…2…3! He got him!
Eddie: No! No! Honest Abe must’ve been counting on elf time! That was the slowest count I’ve ever seen.
Johnny: Like it or not, Eddie, Jingle and the Reindeer Coalition just scored a big victory over the Nutcrackers! The crowd is on their feet!
Eddie: Yeah, cheering for Christmas mascots. What’s next, Johnny, are we gonna book Frosty the Snowman in a ladder match?
Johnny: Fans, what a win here tonight—Blitzen, Comet, and Jingle celebrate while the Nutcrackers regroup. This was a war, and the spirit of the season prevails once again!
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for our semi-main event! The Blonde Bombshells — Goldie Locks, the Queen of the North Champion, along with Alice and Dorothy, the North Star Tag Champions — are set to take on Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and the Sugar Plum Fairy in what’s shaping up to be a blockbuster six-woman tag match!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny. The only thing “blockbuster” about this is when it ends and the Moon Maidens stand tall. Those Bombshells are all glitter, no grit. You’ve got Goldie Locks, the so-called “Queen of the North” — I call her the Queen of Hair Spray — and Dorothy and Alice, who spend more time skipping down yellow brick roads than winning fair fights.
Johnny: Alice starting things off against Moon Silver, and right away Silver looking for that Full Moon Crush!
Eddie: And Alice luckily neutralized it. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Johnny.
Johnny: Alice counters back with an Over-the-Shoulder Armdrag, but Moon Silver plants her with that Charging Facebuster! What an exchange early on!
Eddie: Yeah, but Moon Silver hits harder. Alice should go back to Wonderland, because she’s out of her depth here.
Johnny: Alice firing back though! A Rabbit Hole DDT, then double knee drop! She’s going for the pin—wait, no, Moon Silver reverses it into a pin of her own!
Eddie: That’s called veteran savvy, Johnny. These Moon warriors are ten steps ahead of your little storybook darlings.
Johnny: Oh my! All six women in the ring! Chaos erupting here—Alice with the Armdrag, Dorothy with a Spinebuster, Goldie Locks with a diving lariat! But Moon Silver hits her moonsault, Moonshadow’s got a Lycan Lock, and Sugar Plum Fairy just rocked Alice with that dropkick!
Eddie: That’s what I’m talking about! The Moonlight Trio working in harmony, while the Bombshells trip over each other’s heels.
Johnny: Now it’s Sugar Plum Fairy in — she’s dazzling, flipping across the ring, but Alice and Dorothy double team her with a Kansas Cyclone and Rabbit Hole DDT! The Bombshells fighting back here!
Eddie: Fighting back? More like a mugging, Johnny. That’s three-on-one! I’d file a complaint with “Honest” Abe, but I think he left his honesty at home.
Johnny: Tags made, Sugar Plum Fairy brings in Moonshadow — oh, what a Lunar Lariat! Alice counters with a Hurricanrana!
Eddie: And Moonshadow right back with a rake across the ropes. Beautiful. That’s how you deal with these peroxide princesses.
Johnny: Alice forced to tag out, here comes Dorothy! Emerald City Elbow connects!
Eddie: Cheap shot, Johnny. Moonshadow wasn’t even ready.
Johnny: Dorothy’s met with a flying kneestrike though! Moonshadow crushing impact there, and now Goldie Locks is finally in!
Johnny: Goldie Locks entering with fire! Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, Wonderland Whirl from Alice, Dorothy with a spinebuster! The Bombshells are storming back!
Eddie: Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, Johnny. Moonshadow with a flying knee, Moon Silver with a shoulder block, and Sugar Plum Fairy—Twinkle Toes DDT! That’s how you turn the tide!
Johnny: Moonshadow tags Moon Silver—Silver looking wobbly though—
Johnny: Goldie Locks seizes the moment! Double Wrist Clutch Pin! She’s got it cinched—
Referee: ONE! … TWO! … THREE!
Johnny: She got her! Goldie Locks pins Moon Silver and the Bombshells stand tall tonight!
Eddie: Oh come on! That was a fluke, Johnny. A fluke! Moon Silver was barely tagged in, she wasn’t even warmed up. “Honest” Abe must’ve been counting faster than usual, I swear!
Johnny: Like it or not, Eddie, the record books will show it — the Blonde Bombshells defeat Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and Sugar Plum Fairy in an incredible six-woman contest!
Eddie: Incredible? The only thing incredible is that those blondes stole a win. Don’t worry, Johnny. The Moonlight Trio will shine brighter next time.
REGAL DESPAIR
[Scene opens backstage, hallway dimly lit with a hint of theatrical fog. Smooth Samantha walks briskly with her camera operator, finally catching up to the imposing presence of the Queens of Despair: Evil Queen Regina, Malice, and Rosalyn, flanked by the towering Huntsman.]
Samantha (smiling, professional): “Ladies, the arena is electric tonight, and with Shadowfall just around the corner, fans are buzzing about your match against the Queens of Punishment. How are you feeling going into this?”
Regina (arms crossed, voice dripping with authority): “Feeling? Samantha… it’s not about feelings. It’s about dominance. The so-called Queens of Punishment have strutted around thinking they can run this division. Shadowfall will prove exactly who holds the crown of power.”
Samantha (nodding, trying to maintain poise): “And what about Mad Hatter? Fans have noticed his… unpredictable behavior recently. How does that affect your strategy?”
Malice (smirking, glancing at Rosalyn and Regina): “Strategy? Hatter’s erratic antics are irrelevant. He’s a nuisance, nothing more. We’re not concerned with chaos; we’re concerned with control. And control? That’s something the Queens of Despair have in abundance.”
Rosalyn (leaning slightly forward, eyes sharp as thorns): “Exactly. He may think he’s a wildcard, but in the grand scheme, he’s a distraction. And distractions… are meant to be eliminated.”
Samantha (tilting her head, intrigued): “So you’re saying your focus is entirely on the Queens of Punishment?”
Regina (smiling coldly, regal): “Entirely. Shadowfall is the stage where the true queens will rise. Not the pretenders who wear plastic tiaras and play at power. We’ve bided our time, let them think they can steal the spotlight. Tomorrow night, Samantha… we show them exactly who reigns supreme.”
Malice (crossing her arms, tone icy): “And let’s be clear — the Huntsman is not just a bodyguard. He’s the enforcer that ensures no one leaves Shadowfall humiliated… except our enemies, of course.”
Huntsman (gruff, deep voice): “No mercy. No excuses.”
Samantha (turning back to camera, voice lower, excited): “There you have it, folks. The Queens of Despair are not here to play games. At Shadowfall, they intend to prove, once and for all, that they are the rulers of this division.”
[Camera pans over Regina, Malice, and Rosalyn standing tall and imposing, Huntsman lurking behind them, then slowly fades to black.]
Johnny: “Fans, we are just moments away from tonight’s main event, but before the competitors make their way to the ring, let’s talk about what’s looming at Shadowfall. The Misfits of Mayhem — love them or hate them — have been through absolute turmoil the last several weeks.”
Eddie: “Turmoil? Johnny, let’s call it what it is — weakness. Their mascot, a penguin no less, gets kidnapped by Polly Mason, and suddenly Madman Mason is crying like a baby! If you ask me, the Beasts and Polly did the Misfits a favor by toughening them up.”
Johnny: “Eddie, come on now! Flippers the penguin isn’t just a mascot, he’s family to those guys. And when Polly Mason, Madman’s own sister no less, was revealed as the one behind the kidnapping, it turned this entire feud on its head!”
Eddie (chuckling): “I’ll give Polly credit — she’s got brains and guts. She manipulated her own brother and left him unraveling. That’s why she’s been a success everywhere she’s gone, including HCW. And now she’s masterminded the Beasts, who, by the way, look like they were bred in a laboratory to destroy people.”
Johnny: “But you can’t deny that since Madman Mason learned the truth, he’s been a whole different competitor. More focused, more methodical, less… well, mad. Some say he’s channeling that anguish into cold, calculated strategy. That could be dangerous for the Beasts at Shadowfall.”
Eddie: “Or it could mean he’s distracted and overthinking everything, which is exactly what the Beasts want. Look at last week on Chill Factor — Negropolis may have beaten Beast One in singles action, but that was a fluke. When the Beasts are together, there’s no stopping them. They’re big, they’re brutal, and they don’t care about rules or feelings… unlike the Misfits.”
Johnny: “Well, feelings or not, Eddie, the NPCW Tag Team Titles will be on the line at Shadowfall. The Misfits of Mayhem put it all at risk to save Flippers, and they’ll have to dig down deep to survive against the Beasts. That’s going to be one of the most unpredictable, emotional, and hard-hitting tag team matches in NPCW history!”
Eddie (smirking): “Unpredictable, sure. Emotional, definitely. But history? History’s going to be written when the Misfits lose those titles and the Beasts take their rightful place as the most dominant team in NPCW. And when that happens, Johnny, I’m going to say ‘I told you so.’”
Johnny: “Fans, we’ll find out at Shadowfall. But for now, it’s time to focus on tonight’s main event—let’s head to the ring!”
[Camera cuts from commentary desk to the arena, crowd buzzing in anticipation.]
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our MAIN EVENT here on Polar Power! And you can feel the electricity in this building, Eddie. The chants are already ringing out— “Free Flippers! Free Flippers!”
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, cry me a river. It’s a penguin, Johnny! The Misfits of Mayhem care more about that waddling featherball than winning matches. Meanwhile, the Beasts, guided by the brilliance of Polly Mason and Marcus the Beastmaster, are building dominance.
Johnny: Dominance? They’ve been ambushing and distracting their way through the Misfits! And tonight Marcus has the nerve to bring Flippers, locked inside that carrier, to ringside as some kind of psychological weapon.
Eddie: Psychological weapon? No, no, Johnny— that’s called strategy. And it’s working. Just look at Mason’s face—he’s twitching already.
Johnny: There’s the bell! Mason charging in—hooks Beast 2 and bang! Vertical suplex, right on the back!
Eddie: Yeah, but Beast 2’s too powerful to stay down, Johnny. Look at that—he smothers Mason in a grinding side headlock. That’s how you slow down a lunatic.
Johnny: Oh! Big belly-to-belly suplex from Beast 2! He just tossed Mason across the ring like a sack of coal!
Eddie: That’s called “primal strength,” Johnny. Madman’s trying to act crazy, but you can’t out-crazy genetics.
Johnny: Mason counters another belly-to-belly—drives an elbow into the head, turns it into a struggle, and fires back with strikes!
Eddie: Yeah, but he’s swinging wild. Mason looks more like he belongs in a padded cell than a wrestling ring.
Johnny: Beast 2 with a vicious headbutt—oh my goodness! Mason goes staggering back into the ropes.
Eddie: That’s two caveman skulls colliding, Johnny, and trust me—Beast 2’s got the thicker one.
Johnny: Mason fires back—another vertical suplex! He’s digging deep! But Beast 2 answers with a side suplex of his own! Both men are throwing power moves!
Eddie: And once again, Beast 2’s suplex looked better. That’s why he’s gonna beat the so-called “Madman.”
Johnny: Beast 2 goes for another side suplex, but Mason blocks it this time, drops down, spins out—good defense there!
Eddie: Even a broken clock’s right twice a day, Johnny.
Johnny: Beast 2 finally plants him with that side suplex—Mason didn’t have an answer for that one!
Eddie: You see? I told you—inevitable. You don’t fight nature.
Johnny: Wait a minute—Polly Mason just smacked Madman across the back with that loaded purse!
Eddie: Ha! I didn’t see anything, Johnny.
Johnny: Oh, come on, Eddie, it was right in front of us!
Fans: “Free Flippers! Free Flippers!”
Johnny: Beast 2 capitalizes—face slam! He’s wearing Mason down.
Eddie: That’s how you do it—work smarter, not harder.
Johnny: Ace MacDougal on the outside—he’s pointing out a weakness to Mason! Mason capitalizes—huge lariat! And listen to the crowd come alive!
Eddie: Yeah, Ace is probably just yelling, “Try not to drool while you wrestle!”
Johnny: Mason going for Psychotic Break—no! Beast 2 powers out!
Eddie: I told you! That freak-out offense only works when the other guy doesn’t have brain cells. Beast 2’s got enough to see it coming.
Johnny: Oh no—Polly Mason’s singing again! That eerie lullaby!
Eddie: Beautiful, isn’t it? She should be on Broadway, Johnny.
Johnny: Mason looks rattled, almost… disoriented.
Fans: “Free Flippers! Free Flippers!”
Johnny: Beast 2 with a side headlock—just grinding Mason down while that lullaby hangs in the air!
Eddie: That’s music and muscle, Johnny. The Misfits can’t handle culture!
Johnny: Oh no—Polly dances, recites a poem, the lullaby intensifies—Mason’s shaking his head, trying to fight it off—but Beast 2 rolls him up!
Referee: ONE! … TWO! … THREE!!!
Johnny: That’s it! Beast 2 just pinned Madman Mason after that distraction!
Eddie: Brilliant! Absolute genius! Polly Mason is the brains, Marcus is the handler, and Beast 2 is the muscle! That’s the future of tag team wrestling, Johnny.
Johnny: Future? They just stole another victory! Mason had this match in control until that cursed lullaby hit!
Eddie: Johnny, it doesn’t matter how you win, just that you do win. And right now, the Beasts are rolling into Shadowfall with momentum—while the Misfits of Mayhem look like their precious penguin and their titles are slipping away!
Johnny: Fans, Shadowfall is just around the corner! The Misfits of Mayhem defend the NPCW Tag Team Titles against the Beasts, with Polly Mason in their corner—what role will she play? Will Flippers ever be freed? We’ll find out at Shadowfall!
Fans: “Free Flippers! Free Flippers!”
LET THE SHADOWS FALL
[BACKSTAGE — AFTER THE MAIN EVENT]
The feed cuts from Beast 2 and the Primal Horde celebrating in the ring to the backstage area. Madman Mason is slumped on the floor against a concrete wall, his face pale, his eyes wide and unfocused. He rocks slightly back and forth, still humming fragments of Polly’s eerie lullaby under his breath. Ace MacDougal crouches beside him, snapping his fingers in front of Mason’s eyes, panic rising in his voice.
Ace MacDougal: “Mason! Snap out of it, c’mon! That witch’s song… it’s got you locked in! Focus, kid—focus!”
Suddenly, the rest of the Misfits of Mayhem burst into the frame — Negropolis leading the charge, followed by Lady Molly, Jack Frostbite, and the others. Negropolis storms over, dropping to one knee and grabbing Mason’s head between his hands.
Negropolis: commanding, forceful “Mason! Listen to me! That song is nothing but poison! You’re not theirs, you’re one of us! You’re a Misfit — you fight through madness, not with it!”
Mason groans, his head jerking to the side, the lullaby still echoing faintly in his throat. Negropolis slams his forehead against Mason’s in a rough but brotherly gesture.
Negropolis: snarling “Look at me! They took Flippers, they tried to take your mind — but they can’t break us! Do you hear me? They can’t break the Misfits!”
The others rally around, pounding on crates and pipes, chanting “FREE FLIPPERS! FREE FLIPPERS!” as Mason’s breathing steadies. Slowly, his glazed eyes sharpen. He clenches his fists, trembling but regaining control.
Madman Mason: raspy, defiant “They… won’t… get away with this. At Shadowfall… I’ll tear them apart.”
Negropolis smirks darkly, turning to the camera and jabbing a finger straight into the lens.
Negropolis: “Beasts! Polly! Marcus! You think your little lullaby put Mason down? No… you just woke up something even worse. At Shadowfall, the Misfits are coming to take back Flippers — and to end the Primal Horde once and for all!”
The Misfits erupt in unified shouts, raising their fists. Mason finally rises to his feet, still unsteady but glaring into the camera with wild fire in his eyes. The screen fades to black on his expression — half madness, half vengeance.
[CUT BACK TO COMMENTARY – RINGSIDE]
Johnny Michaels: somber, serious “Fans… you just saw it with your own eyes. Madman Mason is fighting demons that are just as real as the Beasts themselves. Polly Mason’s twisted lullaby nearly broke him in half, but the Misfits of Mayhem are standing together… they’re refusing to be torn apart!”
Eddie Ellington: snide, shaking his head “Johnny, I’ll give the Misfits credit — they’ve got guts. But guts don’t mean a thing when you’re standing across from the Beasts. At Shadowfall, Mason’s going to be too busy singing lullabies to himself to notice the tag titles slipping right out of their hands.”
Johnny Michaels: firm “I couldn’t disagree more, Eddie. Shadowfall is shaping up to be one of the biggest nights in NPCW history — Sinister Klaus versus Rudolph, the Sandman against Sinbad, the Queens colliding, and yes… the Misfits of Mayhem fighting not just for the tag team gold, but for their mascot, their family — little Flippers the penguin!”
Eddie Ellington: grinning slyly “Oh, please. A penguin doesn’t belong in a wrestling ring anyway. Maybe the Beasts can put it to work as their new mascot.”
Johnny Michaels: fired up “Ladies and gentlemen, the road ends here on Polar Power, but the destination is clear — Shadowfall, August 31st! Champions will rise, legacies will be tested, and by the end of the night… nothing will ever be the same! Don’t miss it!”
Camera zooms out as the NPCW logo fills the screen, the faint echo of the Misfits’ chant still ringing in the background. Fade to black.
Excellent Go-home show
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