Aired - August 16, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎵 [THUNDEROUS ROCK GUITAR RIFFS UNDER ICY WIND SOUND FX]
NARRATOR (BIG, BOOMING, GRAVELLY):
“The snow is falling… the shadows are crawling… and the biggest event of the year is about to cast its icy grip over the North! NPCW proudly presents…”
🩸 “THE SHADOWFALL PREVIEW SHOW!” 🩸
📺 LIVE Wednesday, August 20, 2025, only on the Scrooge Sports Network!
🌟 [CUT TO: Bright lights, giant neon “NPCW SHADOWFALL” sign flickering behind three hosts at an icy broadcast desk.]
KC ROGERS (cool, confident, model-perfect):
“This is THE preview show you can’t miss! We’ll break down every battle set for Shadowfall, from the twisted Queens of Punishment vs Queens of Despair, to Rudolph’s epic clash with Sinister Klaus in a TITLE VS TITLE main event!”SMOOTH SAMANTHA (smiling, sharp):
“We’re talking predictions, backstage scoops, and exclusive interviews before NPCW’s darkest night!”BRICK BRODY (wild-eyed, decked out in studded leather, yelling like it’s 1985):
“LET ME TELL YA SOMETHIN’ BROTHER—these kids today think they know hardcore, but they’ve never seen a WHEEL OF MISFORTUNES MATCH like Sandman vs Sinbad! And don’t get me started on these so-called ‘Queens of Despair’—they ain’t got NOTHIN’ on the real bloodbaths of the old days!”
🎥 [MONTAGE: Quick cuts of each match’s competitors staring down, weapons glinting, titles raised, and chaos erupting in the ring]
The Queens of Punishment Vs the Queens of Despair is Six Woman Tag action!
The Gods of War COLLIDE with the Merry Band!
Van Helsing hunts Krampus through the shadows!
North Star Tag Champs the Blonde Bombshells defend against the sinister Wicked Willow & Morrigan!
Mrs. Claus faces La Bruja Muerte in a frosty grudge match!
Northern Lights Title on the line: Abaddon vs Robin Hood!
NPCW Tag Titles: Misfits of Mayhem vs ???.
Queen of the North Title STREETFIGHT: Goldie Locks vs Moonshadow!
Sandman and Sinbad SPIN THE WHEEL in the Wheel of Misfortunes match!
And the epic TITLE VS TITLE main event: Rudolph vs Sinister Klaus—mentor vs student, LIGHT vs DARKNESS!
💥 [ELECTRIC GUITAR SQUEAL AS THE LOGO SLAMS ON SCREEN]
NARRATOR:
“Join KC Rogers, Smooth Samantha, and Brick Brody as they make their picks, talk trash, and set the stage for the most bone-chilling event in NPCW history!”
🕰️ AUGUST 20, 2025 — LIVE!
📢 “NPCW SHADOWFALL PREVIEW SHOW — WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT, WHO WILL SURVIVE?”
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 …]
THE SPECIAL CHALLENGE
Cameras sweep over rows of bundled-up fans in winter coats and themed T-shirts, waving hand-painted signs that read things like “RUDOLPH RULES THE RING,” “TEAM VAN HELSING FOREVER,” and “KRAMPUS CLAWS ARE COMING FOR YOU!” In the front row, a group of kids hold up a banner reading “FREE FLIPPERS!” with a crude drawing of the kidnapped penguin.
The production team catches the best angles—fans pounding on the barricades, chanting “N-P-C-W! N-P-C-W!” The shot finally settles on the ring, where the confident Smooth Samantha stands at center stage in a sleek, fur-trimmed winter coat, mic in hand and a sly smile on her face.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the NPCW Universe,” she begins, her voice echoing through the arena. “Tonight, Polar Power Episode Twenty-One comes to you live from the most magical and most dangerous place in the world—the North Pole Arena!” The crowd cheers. “We have a night packed with action, grudges to settle, and championship implications… but before we get to any of that, we’ve got some unfinished business.”
Samantha takes a step toward the hard camera. “For weeks, we’ve been trying to get to the bottom of the shocking kidnapping of one of NPCW’s most beloved mascots—Flippers the Penguin. Tonight, we’ve been promised that the truth will finally come out! So without further ado… please welcome the woman who says she has all the answers—Polly Mason!”
The cheers quickly turn to a mix of boos and uneasy murmurs as an eerie lullaby begins to drift through the speakers, the kind of haunting, off-key melody that sends a chill down your spine. The arena lighting dims to a cold blue, and from behind the curtain emerges Polly Mason.
Her short red hair catches the light in jagged glints, her head cocked at an unnatural angle. She wears a tattered nurse’s dress splattered with faint red stains, an old-fashioned nurse’s cap askew on her head. She skips and twirls down the ramp, occasionally giggling to herself, eyes darting to the crowd with a predator’s playfulness.
Halfway down the ramp, Polly freezes. Her smile fades, and she glances over her shoulder toward the stage.
Suddenly, the lullaby cuts dead. The arena plunges into darkness. After a beat, a deep, ominous bassline booms through the sound system, joined by the pounding of war drums. A harsh spotlight cuts through the shadows, illuminating three figures standing in the entranceway.
At the front is a hulking African American man, his massive frame almost swallowing the spotlight. His shaved head gleams under the lights, a thick beard framing a face of cold authority. He wears black tactical combat gear beneath a sleeveless leather duster, steel chain draped across his broad shoulders like a predator’s trophy.
In one hand, he grips the chain leashes of two snarling, barely restrained figures—Beast 1 and Beast 2—their faces contorted in animalistic rage. Each wears a heavy iron collar, the metal glinting as they thrash and strain against the chains, desperate to be unleashed. Their breath fogs the air as they snarl at ringside fans, who instinctively shrink back.
In his other hand, the man holds the handle of a covered pet cage, small enough to carry, but with something alive inside. From within the cage come muffled squeals—high-pitched, frightened, and unmistakably penguin-like.
The big man starts down the ramp at a measured pace, every step deliberate, the Beasts snapping and lunging beside him. Polly’s manic grin returns in full, and she twirls once before skipping alongside him. Together, they descend upon the ring like a nightmare made flesh.
Smooth Samantha takes a cautious step back, eyes flicking to the cage. The camera zooms in for a tight shot—just enough for the audience at home to catch the faintest movement beneath the cover.
By the time they step into the ring, the tension in the arena is palpable. The crowd’s cheers have melted into a low, nervous buzz. Whatever is about to be revealed, it’s clear that Flipper’s fate is hanging in the balance.
The arena is bathed in a dim, unsettling red glow. The Beasts prowl like predators in opposite corners, their chests heaving as they snarl at the crowd. At ringside, The Beastmaster kneels, carefully setting the sinister-looking cage down by his feet—the faint sound of something shuffling inside makes the fans murmur uneasily.
Polly Mason takes center stage, microphone in hand. The house lights narrow to a tight spotlight on her, and a warped lullaby melody begins to play—piano keys hit just a little off-tune, strings trembling in the background. Her lips curl into an almost sweet smile… but her eyes are ice cold.
She begins to sing.
“No More Happy Feet” – A Polly Mason Song
(Dark cabaret style with eerie piano, slow-building strings, and a twisted lullaby rhythm)
[Verse 1 – Childhood Wounds]
Oh Jack, dear Jack, do you still recall?
The way you laughed when I took the fall.
You broke my dolls, you stole my light,
And danced in shadows every night.
You were cruel, you were loud,
A little tyrant, twisted proud.
But now you smile, you beam, you glow—
And I just thought you ought to know…
[Chorus – The Penguin Plot]
I took your joy, your waddling friend,
The one who made your heart unbend.
Flippers flapped, but now he’s still,
A mascot silenced by my will.
No more happy feet, no more cheers,
Just echoes of your childhood fears.
You found a friend in Negropolis’ gloom—
But I’m here now to reclaim your doom.
[Verse 2 – Crushing the Bond]
You built a bond, you found your crew,
A monster, a penguin, and dreams anew.
But I remember every scream,
Every shattered sister dream.
So I plucked your hope from its little nest,
Wrapped it in velvet, gave it no rest.
Because joy, dear Jack, was never yours—
Not while my heart still bears these scars.
[Bridge – The Challenge]
So bring your beast, your icy bird,
Let’s see if friendship can match the hurt.
At Shadowfall, the curtain lifts—
And I’ll tear apart your precious Misfits.
[Final Chorus – The Call to Battle]
No more happy feet, no more grace,
Just blood and gold in a broken place.
Tag titles glimmer, but they’ll be mine—
When vengeance sings and stars align.
[Outro – Spoken, cold and clear]
Shadowfall awaits, brother.
Bring your monster.
I’ll bring the end.
POST-SONG MOMENT
The lights snap back to full brightness as Polly lowers the microphone, her smirk widening. She turns slowly to face the hard camera, tilting her head just enough to make the moment feel personal.
Polly Mason: "That’s right, Jack… if you want your toy back, you’ll put those tag titles on the line at Shadowfall against my Beasts!"
The crowd lets out a mixed reaction—boos raining down from the Misfits’ loyal fans, but a scattering of cheers from those who love seeing chaos unfold.
THE MISFITS ARRIVE
The arena erupts in a massive pop as "Call of the Misfits" blares through the speakers. At the top of the ramp, three silhouettes emerge through the haze—Madman Mason is pacing like a caged animal, eyes darting toward the cage at ringside; Negropolis, unmoving behind his ominous skull mask, stands like a dark sentinel; and Ace MacDougall, their silver-tongued manager, raises a microphone with visible fury.
Before Ace can speak, SIRENS WAIL—sharp, piercing, and immediately commanding attention. The crowd turns as Lady Molly of Scotland Yard strides through the curtain, flanked by a full squad of North Pole Royal Constabulary officers. She wears her trademark crimson trench coat, eyes locked on Polly and the Beasts.
The constables march past the Misfits without hesitation, their formation splitting as they reach ringside. Lady Molly stops halfway down the ramp, lifting her own mic. The tension is electric—Polly grips her mic tighter, The Beastmaster places a protective hand on the cage, and the Beasts bare their teeth at the incoming law enforcement.
Lady Molly stands defiantly at the top of the ramp, her crimson inspector’s coat flaring behind her in the cool air of the North Pole Arena. The glare from the arena lights reflects off the polished badges of the Elven Constables flanking her—each one gripping their batons tightly, eyes locked on the chaos in the ring below.
Inside the ropes, The Beasts snarl and stomp toward the ramp, their chains clinking menacingly as they bare their teeth. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as the feral duo pulls against the heavy links, straining to get their claws—figuratively and maybe literally—on the elves.
The hulking Beastmaster doesn’t even flinch. With a slow, deliberate motion, he raises one gloved hand, palm out, halting the Beasts mid-lunge like a trainer controlling dangerous predators. The silence that follows is tense—broken only by Polly Mason’s lilting giggle.
Polly steps forward, the tattered hem of her nurse’s dress swishing around her boots, and addresses the ramp with a mock bow.
"Lady Inspector Molly… to what do we owe the honor of you crashing our little celebration?" she purrs, tilting her head like a cat playing with a mouse.
Lady Molly doesn’t break eye contact. Her voice is sharp and commanding.
"Polly, release Flippers to me. Right now. You and your… entourage… should also be prepared to answer for your crimes. Kidnapping is a very serious offense in the North Pole."
Polly’s smirk only widens as she presses a finger to her lips in faux innocence. Then—
The arena lights flicker and the massive Jumbotron roars to life.
Ebenezer Scrooge’s face fills the screen, his expression somewhere between smug satisfaction and corporate superiority.
"Hold on there, Lady Molly," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "I’m afraid you have no case to arrest the good Lady Polly. You see… Polly and her little horde were acting under my direct orders when they took possession of our dear penguin friend."
The crowd erupts into boos, but Scrooge talks over them.
"Yes… Flippers was entrusted to Polly for safekeeping… because he is, in fact, my property."
Lady Molly’s brow furrows.
"Why in the world would you claim that?"
Scrooge leans back in his ornate leather chair, clasping his hands like a man savoring the moment.
"Quite simple, my dear. He is officially property of Scrooge Wrestling Enterprises. I merely wanted to ensure he was well looked after—away from any… unfortunate accidents."
The Misfits of Mayhem, standing just behind Molly, exchange bewildered looks. Jack Mason’s jaw tightens. Negropolis mutters something under his breath. But Ace… Ace can’t even look up. His head hangs low, his shoulders slumped in shame.
Scrooge smirks wider and delivers the killing blow.
"If you’d like proof, here it is…"
The screen changes to show a close-up of a legal document—complete with Scrooge’s signature, an official seal, and the words “Ownership Transfer of Flippers” in bold lettering.
Lady Molly’s jaw sets. She turns to the Elven Constables, muttering an order only they can hear. Reluctantly, the elves holster their batons and step back. The crowd boos loudly, but Molly keeps her composure.
Polly is practically vibrating with glee, her lips curling into a wicked smile as Molly turns on her heel.
At the top of the ramp, Lady Molly pauses and calls back toward the Misfits.
"I will figure this out. And I will get Flippers back to you… I promise."
Jack Mason, his face tense with both anger and hurt, takes a step forward. Samantha instinctively raises the mic toward him. He glares past The Beastmaster, past the Beasts, locking eyes with his sister.
"Polly…" Jack begins, his voice low but seething, "We need to talk."
Polly tilts her head with a sly smile, microphone in hand.
Polly: "Yes, brother Jack… we do need to talk."
Jack’s voice cuts through the arena, low but firm.
Jack: "Why are you doing this, Polly?"
The crowd’s murmur grows as the Beasts—two hulking, feral figures—step forward, flanking Polly like twin shadows. Without breaking eye contact with her brother, Polly drapes her arms around their massive shoulders as if they’re family.
Polly: "Jack… don’t you like this little family reunion? Just like the old days…"
Jack’s brow furrows. For a flicker of a moment, something in the way the Beasts move… the tilt of a head… almost feels familiar to him. But the thought is gone as quickly as it comes, replaced by the tension hanging in the air.
Polly’s tone shifts, laced with venom.
Polly: "You try to bury who you really are, Jack, but our past—our past—defines the present… and it shapes the future. You’ve been playing your cute little ‘lovable madman’ act for too long, pretending you’re some kind of harmless sideshow. But I know better."
Jack steps closer, his voice rising.
Jack: "We learn from our mistakes, Polly. We grow. We change. I’m sorry—truly sorry—if the things I did when we were kids hurt you, scarred you… but turning into this—"
She cuts him off with a laugh, a sharp, mocking sound that makes the crowd boo.
Polly: "This? Oh, Jack… this is the real Polly Mason. For the first time in my life, I’m happy. I’m free. And I’m having the time of my life watching you squirm."
Jack’s tone hardens, teeth clenched.
Jack: "This isn’t happiness, Polly. It’s cruelty. And it ends now. Give us Flippers back."
The mere mention of the penguin makes the crowd erupt in chants of “FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS!”
With a theatrical flourish, the Beastmaster rips away the black cloth covering the cage at their feet—revealing a terrified Flippers, huddled in the corner. The audience gasps and boos loudly.
Polly kneels next to the cage, stroking the bars with mock affection.
Polly: "Well, Jack… if you really want this to stop, if you want your precious Flippers back… then you’ll agree to a match at Shadowfall. You, the Misfits… against me and my beastie boys."
Jack takes a step forward, fists clenched, but Negropolis and Mason each grab an arm, holding him back before he charges.
Negropolis leans in, snatching the microphone from Jack’s hand. His voice is a low growl that rattles through the speakers.
Negropolis: "Crazy lady… you’re on. You and your beastie boys are about to find out what real pain feels like… come Shadowfall."
The crowd explodes with cheers, stomping their feet in unison as Polly just smiles—calm, confident, and wicked.
The camera lingers on Jack’s furious eyes locked on Polly’s smug grin… and on the small, fearful eyes of Flippers behind the cage bars. The tension is electric as the screen fades to black for commercial.
[The camera fades back in from the commercial break, showing the electric crowd in the arena before cutting to the announce desk.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels sits upright in his sharp charcoal-gray business suit, pen in hand, looking every bit the polished pro. Beside him, in stark contrast, is “The Expert of Elocution” Eddie Ellington, leaning back in his chair wearing dark aviator sunglasses, a vintage band T-shirt, and perfectly faded jeans. Eddie has a smirk plastered on his face, clearly still enjoying what they just witnessed before the break.
Johnny Michaels: “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to NPCW Polar Power! If you’re just joining us, you missed one heck of an opening confrontation! Lady Molly marching down to the ring, trying to rescue Flippers the penguin from Polly Mason and The Beasts… only for Ebeneezer Scrooge to turn the whole situation on its head! Now it looks like this is going to be settled at Shadowfall!”
Eddie Ellington: [grinning] “Johnny, I’ll tell you something—Lady Molly’s got guts, but guts don’t beat muscle. And tonight, we saw a lot of muscle. The Beasts? Ohhh, they are works of art! Big, mean, and unchained! And Polly Mason? Brilliant move on her part. She played the game, got Scrooge to make it all nice and legal, and now she’s in control. If the Misfits of Mayhem want Flippers back, they’re going to have to fight for it. That’s how it should be!”
Johnny Michaels: “Eddie, you call it ‘brilliant,’ I call it devious. And don’t forget—when you back the Misfits into a corner, they tend to come out swinging. This whole thing has gotten personal.”
Eddie Ellington: [leaning in] “Good! Personal fights are the best kind. Everyone at home’s tuning in to see somebody get hurt!”
Johnny Michaels: [shaking his head] “Well, speaking of fights, we have a massive lineup tonight. Let’s run it down for you. First up, it’s the cunning and unpredictable Big Bad Wolf taking on Reindeer Coalition powerhouse Blitzen. That’s going to be a clash of speed and raw force.”
Eddie Ellington: “I’m calling it now—Wolf’s walking out with the win. That guy can take a beating and keep on grinning.”
Johnny Michaels: “Then we’ve got the Polar Bears—the former NPCW Tag Team Champions—facing the unlikely but dangerous duo of Friar Tuck and Little John. A classic brawler-and-bruiser pairing going up against one of the most coordinated tag teams in the business.”
Eddie Ellington: “Unlikely? Please. Friar Tuck and Little John are mountain men with fists the size of hams! The Polar Bears better be ready for a scrap.”
Johnny Michaels: “Also on the card tonight, a true collision of monsters—Krampus versus Donner! That’s not a wrestling match, that’s going to be a demolition derby in the ring.”
Eddie Ellington: [laughing] “And my money’s on Krampus. Sorry, Donner—you’re about to find out what it feels like to get stepped on by a mountain goat from hell.”
Johnny Michaels: “We’ll also see Lilith going head-to-head with Pearl—two women with completely different styles, but both with something to prove.”
Eddie Ellington: “Pearl better bring her scuba gear, because Lilith’s going to drag her into the deep end tonight.”
Johnny Michaels: “And then, the big main event—Hansel versus Kong. This is more than just a match, folks. This is revenge. Remember back in June, Kong and Ogre broke Hansel’s arm. He’s been counting down the days until he could get back in the ring and face Kong one-on-one.”
Eddie Ellington: [grinning ear to ear] “Ohhh yeah, nothing says ‘welcome back’ like a nice, clean beating from Kong. This is going to be beautiful.”
Johnny Michaels: “Beautiful for you maybe, Eddie—but for Hansel, tonight’s his chance to even the score. And if I know Hansel, he’s going to throw everything he’s got at Kong.”
[Camera cuts back to the crowd, signs waving and chants building as Johnny transitions.]
Eddie Ellington: "And the action starts right now with the unstoppable Queens of Punishment stepping into the ring with those glittery little headaches, the Tinsel Twins. This is a mismatch so big it should be illegal!"
Johnny:
"Don’t count the Twins out, Eddie — they’ve pulled off more than one upset here in NPCW.
Johnny: "And we are underway here in our opening contest! Crimson Viper starting it off against Sparkle — two quick athletes but with very different mindsets."
Eddie: "Different mindsets? Johnny, let’s be honest — one’s a lethal queen with championship potential, the other’s basically a Christmas ornament come to life."
Johnny: "Viper hooks her up — delayed vertical suplex and drops her hard! But Sparkle springs back, nails a spin kick right to the jaw of Viper!"
Eddie: "That was pure luck. Viper’s just softening her up, making her feel like she has a chance before crushing her spirit — I love it."
Johnny: "Tag now to Dark Duchess — and here she comes with a Queen’s Checkmate double knee facebreaker! Sparkle driven face-first into the mat!"
Eddie: "That’s the kind of move that rearranges your Christmas list, Johnny."
Johnny: "Sparkle fires back — inverted DDT! This crowd loves the fight she’s showing!"
Eddie: "Yeah, well, the crowd also likes fruitcake. You can’t trust their taste."
Johnny: "And here come the double-teams! Duchess locks in a camel clutch while Viper hits a release German suplex! Sparkle taking punishment from both sides."
Eddie: "This is exactly what a good tag team does — isolate, destroy, humiliate. The Tinsel Twins are in way over their tinsel-covered heads."
Johnny: "Duchess keeping the pressure, Spade’s Edge Crossface! Viper follows up — Off With Their Heads flying clothesline! What a combo!"
Eddie: "That’s poetry in motion, Johnny. Shakespeare would’ve written sonnets about these two if he’d seen them wrestle."
Johnny: "Sparkle finally lands another inverted DDT — she’s hanging in there! Duchess tags back to Viper now."
Eddie: "Sparkle should tag out while she still remembers her name."
Johnny: "And here’s a sidewalk slam from Sparkle on Viper! That could buy her the time she needs — yes! She makes the tag to Twinkle!"
Eddie: "Perfect. Now we get the weaker one in the ring."
Johnny: "Twinkle comes in hot — hair mare on Viper! But Viper recovers fast, plants her with a sitout powerbomb! She’s going for the cover!"
Eddie: "This could be it! Count faster, Sam!"
Johnny: "One… two… no! Twinkle kicks out at two!"
Eddie: "Slow-Count Sam living up to the name — if he’d counted at normal speed, we’d be done already."
Johnny: "Twinkle fires off a flying dropkick! She’s rallying!"
Eddie: "More like flailing. That’s desperation, not skill."
Johnny: "Both women on their feet — Viper with a swinging neckbreaker! She hooks the leg — one, two, three! That’s it! The Queens of Punishment take the victory in our opening bout!"
Eddie: "As if there was ever any doubt. The Tinsel Twins brought glitter, but the Queens brought gold-standard wrestling. Case closed."
Johnny: "Folks, the Queens of Punishment start the night off with a dominant showing, and the rest of the card is still ahead! Stay tuned!"
A REGAL RUMBLE CHALLENGE
The camera cuts to the backstage interview zone, where the ever-poised Smooth Samantha stands front and center, microphone in hand. Her trademark warm smile is in place, but there’s an undeniable tension in the air. Standing beside her is an intimidating quartet — The Queens of Punishment: Crimson Viper with her piercing glare and folded arms, Dark Duchess with her gothic elegance and sly smirk, and Lady Frost with her icy stare that could freeze steel. Lurking just behind them, grinning like he’s in on a joke no one else understands, is the unpredictable Mad Hatter.
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies — and Hatter — we are just days away from Shadowfall, where you’ll face off against your former allies, Regina and Malice, who have aligned themselves with Rosalyn to form the Queens of Despair. This match is about more than just victory — it’s about deciding who has the right to truly call themselves NPCW royalty.”
Crimson Viper steps forward first, her voice dripping with venom.
Crimson Viper: “Regina. Malice. Rosalyn. We made you. We brought you into our court, and you basked in our glory. But the second your egos got bruised, you scurried off to play dress-up as ‘Despair.’ You’re not royalty — you’re imposters, pretenders to the throne. At Shadowfall, we strip away the crown you think you deserve and leave you groveling at our feet.”
Dark Duchess tilts her head, her words smooth yet threatening.
Dark Duchess: “You see, there’s only room for one set of Queens in NPCW. We hold the history, the legacy, and the power. You three? You hold nothing but borrowed titles and borrowed time.”
Lady Frost steps in, her tone cold and deliberate.
Lady Frost: “You want the crown? You’ll have to pry it from our cold, dead hands. But don’t be surprised if we freeze you in place before you even get close.”
Mad Hatter finally chimes in, twirling his hat and chuckling.
Mad Hatter: “Oh, Shadowfall will be wonderful. Three little deserters waltzing into our court thinking they’re special — only to find out it’s their execution date. Tick-tock, my pretties… tick-tock.”
The four share a confident smirk, Crimson Viper leaning toward the camera for the final word.
Crimson Viper: “At Shadowfall, we don’t just keep the crown — we end your reign before it begins.”
The camera fades back to the arena as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.
Johnny: "We are back here on Polar Power, and folks, it is time for a collision of pure power — The Big Bad Wolf, flanked by his Wolf Pack, taking on one of Santa’s own eight reindeer, the hard-charging Blitzen!"
Eddie: "Yeah, and let’s be honest, Johnny — Blitzen’s in way over his antlers here. He’s about to find out what happens when you step into the forest with the apex predator of NPCW."
Johnny: "Blitzen’s no stranger to danger, Eddie. This reindeer’s been in the thick of some of the Reindeer Coalition’s toughest fights. But he’s facing a man who thrives on intimidation… and the Wolf Pack at ringside aren’t exactly here to wish him happy holidays."
Eddie: "They’re here to make sure their alpha wins — and to keep those pesky Reindeer Coalition do-gooders from poking their noses in. Smart strategy."
Johnny: "There’s the bell and Blitzen wastes no time! He barrels forward and—OH! Running shoulder tackle right out of the gate!"
Eddie: "And Big Bad Wolf just eats it! Did you see that? Barely flinched! That’s like running into a brick wall, Johnny."
Johnny: "Wolf now charging back—OH, what a spear! He nearly cut Blitzen in half!"
Eddie: "That’s called setting the tone. But look at this — Blitzen fighting back with those heavy reindeer stomps! He’s going to leave hoof marks all over the big man’s ribcage!"
Johnny: "Wolf looking for another savage spear — but Blitzen counters! Great defensive awareness there."
Eddie: "Yeah, yeah, he sidestepped it, but how long can he keep a predator like Wolf at bay? The man smells fear."
Johnny: "Blitzen trying the shoulder tackle again — and Wolf stops him cold! Almost like he was waiting for it!"
Eddie: "That’s what separates a Wolf from a deer in headlights, Johnny. Wolf learns quick, and once he’s got you figured out, you’re finished."
Johnny: "Blitzen with the stomp again, and this time it lands flush! Wolf is down on one knee!"
Eddie: "I’ll give Blitzen credit — that one worked. But it’s going to take more than a couple of stomps to put down the Big Bad Wolf."
Johnny: "Wolf surges back to his feet! He hooks him — oh no! Lycan Lock! He’s got that Dragon Sleeper cinched in!"
Eddie: "Blitzen’s trapped, Johnny! No escape now — he’s fading fast! Look at the torque on that neck!"
Johnny: "Blitzen trying to hold on — but that’s it! He taps out! Big Bad Wolf with a decisive victory tonight!"
Eddie: "Another one for the predator’s trophy wall! The Reindeer Coalition just lost one of their own, and the Wolf Pack are howling about it!"
Johnny: "You can say what you want, Eddie, but Big Bad Wolf just proved he’s as dangerous as ever. And with that Wolf Pack behind him, I’m not sure who in NPCW can stop him."
Eddie: "Nobody, Johnny. Absolutely nobody."
Johnny: "Coming up next, we have the thorn in the side of the Queens of Punishment herself — Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, backed by her mysterious Huntsman, taking on the fiery Furiosa Ardilla!"
Eddie: "Fiery? More like a sparkler about to burn out, Johnny. I don’t see how Furiosa expects to stand a chance against a queen who wields thorns like weapons."
Johnny: "Furiosa’s got heart, Eddie, and she’s got speed on her side. But Rosalyn is crafty and brutal — a dangerous combination tonight."
Johnny: "Rosalyn strikes first! A hammerlock DDT she calls the Dagger Bloom — perfectly executed!"
Eddie: "That’s what I’m talking about — a beautiful display of methodical damage. Furiosa’s going to feel that in the morning."
Johnny: "But wait, Furiosa snaps back with a sharp axe kick! Showing she’s not just here for a walk in the woods."
Johnny: "Rosalyn with another Dagger Bloom! She’s got Furiosa staggering — it’s like a garden of pain out here."
Eddie: "And trust me, Johnny, when I say Furiosa’s just a weed trying to survive in Rosalyn’s carefully cultivated nightmare."
Johnny: "Furiosa’s not giving up — she launches off the apron with a diving hurricanrana, taking Rosalyn by surprise!"
Eddie: "Surprise only lasts so long, Johnny. Rosalyn’s back on her feet, and the ref’s starting the count… and she makes it back just in time!"
Johnny: "Rosalyn responds with a picture-perfect German suplex — she calls it the Scepter Snap!"
Eddie: "That’s right — putting Furiosa right where she belongs, flat on her back. Though that Backstabber Furiosa hit was a nice try."
Johnny: "Back and forth we go — Rosalyn lands another Dagger Bloom! The punishing pace is relentless."
Eddie: "Poor Furiosa… she’s looking more like firewood with every move Rosalyn lands."
Johnny: "Rosalyn locks in the Crown of Thorns — a devastating Fujiwara Armbar — and Furiosa’s caught dead in the center of the ring!"
Eddie: "That’s it — no way out for Furiosa. This queen is putting an end to the squirrel’s scramble tonight."
Johnny: "Furiosa fights the pain but... taps out! Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, takes the victory!"
Eddie: "And with that, Rosalyn cements her claim as the thorn in NPCW’s side. Watch out, because the Huntsman’s queen is just getting started."
KRAMPUS’S WARNING
[Backstage - Dimly lit corridor near the locker rooms]
Smooth Samantha stands ready with her microphone, a professional smile on her face as the camera zooms in. Behind her, the unmistakable figure of Krampus looms, flanked by the dark and mysterious Lilith and the ever-scheming Grinch Heyman.
Smooth Samantha: "Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the sinister force that’s been shaking the very foundations of NPCW — the Demonic Legion’s leader, Krampus, alongside Lilith and Grinch Heyman. Krampus, tonight you face Donner in what many are calling a dangerous matchup. What can we expect?"
Krampus cracks a confident, almost cruel smile.
Krampus: "Donner? Please. That feeble reindeer is nothing but a speed bump on my path to domination. Tonight, I’ll crush him, break him, and send a message to everyone who dares stand in my way."
Lilith gives a cold smirk, her eyes flickering with dark promise, while Grinch Heyman nods thoughtfully, already calculating the implications.
Smooth Samantha: "Strong words. And what about Van Helsing? He’s been vocal about stopping the Legion’s rise."
Krampus’ smile fades into a menacing sneer.
Krampus: "Van Helsing… that self-righteous pest thinks he can save this world? He’ll learn the hard way that darkness doesn’t bow to heroes. He’s next on my list, and when I’m finished with Donner, Van Helsing will be crushed beneath my boots at Shadowfall."
Smooth Samantha: "And the Universal Title — you’ve made it clear you want your shot."
Krampus steps forward, his eyes burning with fierce ambition.
Krampus: "I deserve that title. The NPCW Universe will see that the true power lies with me. I will not be denied. Donner, Van Helsing, whoever stands in my way — they will fall. And at Shadowfall, I will take the next step to claim what’s rightfully mine."
Lilith leans in, whispering with a chilling smile.
Lilith: "The shadows deepen, and the Legion’s reign is just beginning."
Grinch Heyman folds his arms, smirking with the satisfaction of a master strategist.
Smooth Samantha: "There you have it, folks. Krampus is ready to make a statement tonight — and beyond. Back to you at ringside."
Johnny: "And we’re underway here at the North Pole Arena as the Yukon Trappers take on Lion and Tin Man of the Wizard’s Warriors! Josh from the Trappers immediately takes control with a punishing shoulder breaker on Lion."
Eddie: "Typical, Johnny. Lion looks about as intimidating as a house cat caught in a snowstorm. Josh is showing why the Trappers are the real deal out here."
Johnny: "Lion tries to fight back with a courageous claw to the face, but Josh locks him up in a hammerlock. The Trappers working well as a unit, and here comes Lou to the apron to keep the pressure on."
Eddie: "You know what, Johnny? Lou’s knee to the midsection on Tin Man earlier had that guy gasping for air. I don’t see the Wizard’s Warriors lasting long against these woodsmen."
Johnny: "Lion fights back with a bodyslam, but Josh reverses it beautifully and hits a jumping kick that floors Lion again."
Eddie: "See? Lion’s all bark and no bite. Meanwhile, Josh and Lou are double-teaming like a well-oiled machine. They’ve got the Warriors on the ropes."
Johnny: "Tin Man finally tags in, looking to change the momentum, but the Trappers keep the offense relentless. Josh smothers Tin Man in a facelock, choking the air out of him."
Eddie: "And Tin Man’s doing nothing! Like a tin can with no fight left. This is all Yukon Trappers’ show."
Johnny: "Double teaming finally breaks, but Josh wastes no time locking in another hammerlock on Tin Man."
Eddie: "If Tin Man doesn’t tap out soon, he’ll be nothing but scrap metal on that mat."
Johnny: "Josh goes for the pin… 1... 2... 3! And just like that, the Yukon Trappers take the win! Strong showing tonight for Josh and Lou against the lackluster efforts of Lion and Tin Man."
Eddie: "I’m telling you, Johnny, the Trappers are the true force in NPCW’s tag division. The Wizard’s Warriors? They’re just a couple of wooden props on the stage."
Johnny: "Well said, Eddie. What a way to kick off the second half of the show!"
Johnny: "And here we go, Lilith, accompanied by the ever-cunning Grinch Heyman, facing off against Pearl in what promises to be a fierce encounter!"
Eddie: "Pearl? More like a pearl lost at sea. Lilith’s the one with the fire tonight, and Grinch’s little tricks are going to tip this in her favor."
Johnny: "Early on, Grinch tries a sneaky move, but Pearl manages to neutralize the ‘Steal a Possession of Foe.’ Quick thinking from Pearl there."
Eddie: "Ha! Nothing’s going Pearl’s way. Lilith comes back strong with that Demon’s Embrace, locking in tight."
Johnny: "Pearl fights back with a solid scissored armbar, but Lilith counters with a Dark Whirlwind headscissors that nearly takes Pearl off her feet."
Eddie: "Lilith’s moves are like a whirlwind indeed, spinning Pearl into the dirt."
Johnny: "Grinch keeps getting involved, choking Pearl with a cord—but somehow, the referee lets it slide."
Eddie: "That’s Grinch for you—always bending the rules. Pearl's lucky she’s got that scissored armbar, but Lilith's not submitting that easily."
Johnny: "Pearl mounts a comeback with some impressive elbow drops and running double axe handles."
Eddie: "Yeah, but the way Lilith just shrugs it off, she’s like a demon from hell herself. Pearl’s trying, but she’s up against a real nightmare here."
Johnny: "The pace never slows, Grinch again interfering with a slap to Pearl. Pearl still presses on with running spinning back elbows."
Eddie: "Typical! Lilith gets her Abyssal Slam in, and that Dread Kick super kick might just be the finishing touch."
Johnny: "Pearl catches Lilith in a scissored armbar late in the match—Lilith taps out! Pearl pulls off the upset!"
Eddie: "Ha! I’ll admit it, Johnny, Pearl got the better of her tonight. But mark my words, with Grinch around, Lilith will be back stronger and nastier than ever."
Johnny: "What a brutal, back-and-forth battle! Pearl’s resilience paid off tonight in this intense showdown."
SINISTER KLAUS
The screen flickers like an old, worn-out holiday film reel — the picture distorting before snapping into focus.
Where once stood Santa’s merry workshop of jingling bells and warm golden lights, now towers a twisted, industrial nightmare. The walls are lined with rusted steel beams and chains that sway ominously in the cold draft. Conveyor belts groan under the weight of endless mechanical parts. Sparks spit from welding arms, and soulless, glass-eyed robots hammer away — not on toys, but on jagged weapons, gleaming like the teeth of some monstrous beast.
A slow, ominous hum of machinery fills the air — punctuated by the clang, hiss, grind of production.
[CUT TO]
High above the floor, on an iron balcony, stands Sinister Klaus — his red suit now a deep, almost black crimson trimmed in soot-stained fur. His white beard is streaked with ash, his eyes glint with cruel amusement. The dim light catches the jagged, frostbitten crown perched upon his head.
Behind him, looming like shadows come to life, are The Slay Team — grotesque, corrupted versions of Santa’s reindeer-themed lieutenants: Dance, Dasher, Cupid, and Vixen. Each stands in grim silence, dressed in battle gear, their eyes cold and predatory.
The camera slowly pans upward from the workshop floor to Klaus’s sneer — until the main steel doors at the far end slam open with a thunderous echo.
Two hulking enforcers in black, faces hidden behind heavy wool masks, shove a small, trembling elf into the workshop. His once-bright green uniform is tattered, dusted with ash. His little hands shake as he looks around at the cold, unfeeling machines…
…then he looks up.
His breath catches in his throat. His knees nearly buckle.
ELF (stammering, voice cracking): “S-S-Santa… w-why… why are you—?”
Sinister Klaus chuckles — a low rumble that grows into a booming, mocking laugh.
SINISTER KLAUS (mockingly merry): “HO… HO… HO…”
He steps forward to the railing, towering above the cowering elf, his voice now deep, commanding, dripping with venom.
SINISTER KLAUS: “The time of hope and joy… is over! The age of giving is dead!”
He spreads his arms, gesturing to the factory floor below, as sparks rain like hellish snowflakes.
SINISTER KLAUS: “This… is the future of NPCW. A future forged in strength… in fear… in darkness!”
The camera cuts between the grinding machines, the Slay Team’s unflinching stares, and the elf’s horrified face.
SINISTER KLAUS (voice growing darker, more theatrical): “When the Shadows fall on NPCW… August 31st… the light that guides you will be snuffed out. And when that happens… there will be no one left to save you.”
The Slay Team steps closer, surrounding Klaus like loyal wolves awaiting their master’s command.
Klaus leans in toward the camera, his eyes narrowing, his voice dropping to a cold whisper.
SINISTER KLAUS: “If you want to survive… if you want to remain relevant… then you will learn to embrace the darkness within yourselves.”
He straightens, letting the words hang in the air before delivering the final, hammering blow.
SINISTER KLAUS (snarling with a devilish grin): “Join us… in the new era of NPCW.”
[The camera tightens on his face — his eyes burn with malicious glee. The screen fades to black as his last echoing laugh rumbles over the sound of grinding machinery.]
TEXT ON SCREEN: NPCW — SHADOWFALL — AUGUST 31
JOHNNY “THE MIC” MICHAELS: [voice tight with unease] “Eddie… I’ve been covering this business for a long time, but I’ve never seen anything as twisted and unnerving as what we just witnessed from Sinister Klaus. That’s not Santa’s workshop — that’s a nightmare factory. And let’s not forget — that man isn’t just another contender. He is the reigning NPCW Universal Champion, and in just a few short weeks at Shadowfall, he’s going title-for-title against Rudolph, our proud NPCW North Pole Champion.”
EDDIE ELLINGTON: [smirking] “Nightmare factory? Johnny, that’s called progress. What you call twisted, I call evolution. Sinister Klaus has taken the spirit of competition and sharpened it into a weapon. He’s remade the North Pole in his image — strong, efficient, and absolutely unstoppable. And at Shadowfall, he’s going to take Rudolph’s little seasonal sparkle and snuff it out for good. One man will walk away with both titles, and my money says it’s the man with the crown and the cold steel in his veins.”
JOHNNY: “Eddie, this is about more than just gold. That match is the ultimate battle for the soul of NPCW. The Universal Champion represents the company’s pinnacle, the North Pole Champion represents its heart. If Klaus wins, we may be looking at a future where that heart stops beating — permanently.”
EDDIE: “Or maybe, Johnny… maybe it’s about time the heart got replaced with something stronger.”
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back on Polar Power, and Eddie… this is Match 6, but make no mistake—this is main event calibre! The powerhouse team of the Polar Bears, taking on two of the toughest members of the Merry Band, Friar Tuck and Little John!
Eddie: Oh, it’s main event calibre all right—if you like watching future champions dismantle a couple of medieval campfire mascots. This is going to be a long night for Robin Hood’s leftovers.
Johnny: There’s the bell and Polar Bear 1 wasting no time—oh!—goes right to the face of Friar Tuck with a claw rake!
Eddie: That’s called setting the tone, Johnny. You go for the eyes early, the rest of the body follows.
Johnny: Tuck’s feeling it, and—yes—he tags out to the big man, Little John.
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 staying in, but here comes Polar Bear 2—they’re going for some double teaming early! Polar Clutch by Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: And Polar Bear 2 with the Arctic Avalanche! That’s over a thousand pounds of ursine fury, Johnny.
Johnny: Little John answers back with an axe handle drop, showing he’s not intimidated!
Eddie: Oh, he’s intimidated, Johnny. You can see it in his eyes. That was a “please don’t hurt me” hit.
Johnny: Little John now with a forearm smash on Polar Bear 1! That’s got him staggering a bit, and—yes—tag to Polar Bear 2.
Eddie: Smart tag. Keep the big guys fresh, keep the villagers guessing.
Johnny: Polar Bear 2 now—oh!—right to the eyes of Little John!
Eddie: Two for two tonight! And you can’t spell “eye rake” without “win.”
Johnny: But here comes the Merry Band with some teamwork! Forearm smash by Little John, rolling scissors by Friar Tuck—
Eddie: And then bam! Blizzard Slam from Polar Bear 2, and the party’s over!
Johnny: Little John now with a towering suplex! That’s power!
Eddie: That’s desperation, Johnny. He’s trying to slow the avalanche. Good luck with that.
Johnny: Back and forth now—Snowstorm Spin by Polar Bear 2! Headlock punches by Little John!
Eddie: Yeah, punch a polar bear in the head, great idea—see how that works out.
Johnny: Polar Bear 1 back in—massive punch with the paw to Friar Tuck!
Eddie: That’s a sledgehammer wrapped in fur, Johnny.
Johnny: And here comes chaos! Everybody in the ring! Backbreaker by Polar Bear 1, Primal Growl by Polar Bear 2—
Eddie: Little John forgot his move, probably too busy looking for a tree to climb.
Johnny: Axe handle drop by Little John on Polar Bear 1! The Merry Band showing some fight here!
Eddie: Yeah, but you don’t win fights against bears, Johnny—you survive them.
Johnny: The match grinding into the middle stages now—Little John with a backbreaker on Polar Bear 1!
Eddie: That’s like trying to bend a steel beam, Johnny. Good luck.
Johnny: Oh! Big double team by the Bears—backbreaker from Bear 1, swat from Bear 2—Little John’s in trouble!
Eddie: Trouble? He’s in the express lane to the hospital.
Johnny: But now it’s the Merry Band with double teams! Towering suplex by Little John, reverse chin lock from Tuck—
Eddie: And still Bear 1 gets a backbreaker in. That’s the difference between predators and prey.
Johnny: Another double team from the Bears—neckbreaker from Bear 1, Blizzard Slam from Bear 2!
Eddie: Write it down, Johnny—Polar Bears by domination.
Johnny: We’re in the closing minutes, and both teams are exhausted! Pins broken up twice, saves all around—
Eddie: That’s not teamwork from the Merry Band, that’s self-preservation.
Johnny: Final seconds—Snowstorm Spin from Polar Bear 2, pin attempt—Friar Tuck makes the save! The bell rings—
Eddie: What?!
Johnny: It’s a thirty-minute draw! Neither team able to put the other away!
Eddie: Draw?! That’s highway robbery! The Polar Bears had those forest freeloaders beat ten minutes ago.
Johnny: Well folks, it may be a draw on paper, but the Polar Bears sent a clear message tonight—they’re a dominant force in NPCW’s tag division!
Eddie: And the Merry Band should stick to singing under the stars, because when you step in with the Polar Bears, you will get mauled.
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to NPCW, and we’ve got a holiday showdown for the ages—Krampus, with The Grinch Heyman in his corner, against the powerhouse reindeer, Donner! And Eddie, “Honest” Abe’s the referee for this one.
Eddie: Yeah, Honest Abe—just the guy I trust to completely miss any cheating from Donner. Not that Krampus will need to cheat, but it’s always good to have insurance when you’re dealing with a hoof-swinging hack like Donner.
Johnny: There’s the bell—Krampus opens up with a Shadow Strike! Oh my goodness, that super kick nearly took Donner’s nose off!
Eddie: That’s how you start a fight, Johnny—take out the reindeer before he even knows what month it is.
Johnny: Donner fires back with a Reindeer One Two—double punch right to the jaw of Krampus!
Eddie: Yeah, a couple of lucky shots. Even a clock that’s broken twice a day gets the time right.
Johnny: Now Krampus charges in—Krampus Krush! A huge running powerslam!
Eddie: That’s strength, that’s precision, that’s Krampus!
Johnny: But Donner right back with the Thunderclap—a big powerbomb! Both men are going blow for blow!
Eddie: Sure, but Donner’s gonna run out of gas way before Krampus does.
Johnny: Krampus now—Dreadful Descent! A vertical suplex that rattled the ring!
Eddie: And Donner got planted like last year’s Christmas tree, Johnny.
Johnny: Krampus again with another Krampus Krush!
Eddie: That’s a nightmare gift wrapped for Donner.
Johnny: But Donner flips it into a Sunset Flip! He’s got Krampus down for a moment!
Eddie: And what’s that gonna do? Pin Krampus? Not in this lifetime.
Johnny: Oh! Krampus unloading with Holiday Havoc—a storm of punches and kicks!
Eddie: Season’s beatings, Johnny!
Johnny: Donner barrels through with a running shoulder tackle!
Eddie: Yeah, try tackling a brick wall, Donner. See who wins.
Johnny: Oh, and The Grinch Heyman just choked Donner with a cord! “Honest” Abe didn’t see it!
Eddie: That’s called managing, Johnny. The Grinch is just making sure Donner doesn’t hurt himself.
Johnny: Now The Grinch with a distraction, giving Krampus an opening!
Eddie: Exactly what a manager should do—Donner’s got the attention span of a fruitcake.
Johnny: Krampus lays into Donner again with Holiday Havoc—Donner’s trying to block, but no luck!
Eddie: You can’t block Krampus, Johnny. You endure him… if you’re lucky.
Johnny: Donner counters a Nightmare’s End DDT—Krampus didn’t get all of it!
Eddie: Hey, even the best have an off move once in a while.
Johnny: Donner on offense now—Reindeer Gorge! Running headbutt takes Krampus down!
Eddie: That’s illegal in at least three countries, Johnny!
Johnny: Donner’s on fire—Sunset Flip! Krampus absorbs it but he’s clearly shaken!
Eddie: That’s just Krampus letting him have a moment before crushing him again.
Johnny: Krampus—Dreadful Descent! Followed by Donner’s Reindeer Gorge! The pace is frantic!
Eddie: And Krampus is still the better man.
Johnny: A Nightmare’s End from Krampus! And Donner with a Shooting Star Press! Both men connecting big!
Eddie: But only one of them will be walking out smiling, and it’s not the one with antlers.
Johnny: Krampus again with Holiday Havoc—but Donner answers with a Reindeer One Two!
Eddie: Donner’s just prolonging the inevitable, Johnny.
Johnny: Krampus tries Holiday Havoc again—Donner shuts it down!
Eddie: Lucky.
Johnny: Krampus with a Shadow Strike! Donner eats the boot!
Eddie: That’s a Christmas card from the dark side!
Johnny: Krampus—Krampus Krush! But Donner spears through with a shoulder tackle!
Eddie: Yeah, and it probably hurt Donner more than it hurt Krampus.
Johnny: Donner grabs Krampus—Thunderclap Powerbomb! Oh no! He’s going for the pin!
Eddie: No, no, no!
Johnny: One… Two… Three! Donner has pinned Krampus!
Eddie: This is a tragedy, Johnny. A holiday travesty. Somebody check those turnbuckles, this ring must be crooked.
Johnny: Folks, Donner with a massive victory over Krampus tonight—despite The Grinch’s best efforts!
Eddie: Best efforts?! The Grinch was robbed too! This whole arena’s against them!
VAN HELSING AND THE ENCLAVE
The camera cuts to the backstage interview set — the sleek black backdrop gleaming under studio lights, the NPCW logo glowing in blue behind them. Smooth Samantha stands poised, microphone in hand, dressed in a chic winter-themed blazer. Her trademark smile greets the camera as the crowd’s reaction hum is heard faintly from the arena floor.
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now — the Hunters’ Enclave. Van Helsing, Hansel, Gretel… thank you for your time. Van Helsing, at Shadowfall you go one-on-one with the Alpha Demon himself, Krampus. Tonight we saw Donner from the Reindeer Coalition hand Krampus a rare loss. Your thoughts?”
Van Helsing, in his long black leather coat, steps slightly forward. His eyes are locked on Samantha, but his tone is cold and cutting — every word deliberate.
Van Helsing: “Tonight, the world saw it — the Alpha Demon can bleed. Donner’s victory wasn’t luck… it was proof. Krampus is not the unstoppable monster he pretends to be. At Shadowfall, I will finish what I’ve started, drive my stake through the legend, and remind him that even demons can fall… especially to a hunter.”
Gretel smirks faintly, folding her arms. Hansel, still sporting a light brace on his left forearm from his earlier injury, leans in as Samantha turns her attention to him.
Smooth Samantha: “Hansel, you’ve got a personal stake in tonight’s main event — Ogre, alongside Kong, will be in action. Last June, Kong broke your arm. How are you feeling going into this?”
Hansel: (with a grim smile) “Samantha, I’ve been waiting for this for months. Every day I was out, every training session I pushed through the pain… it was all building to tonight. Kong — Ogre — they thought they could take me out. But in a few minutes, I’m stepping into that ring, and they’re going to learn that you don’t break a hunter without paying the price.”
Before Samantha can respond, the camera catches movement from the side. A tall woman with flowing crimson hair steps into frame, her hooded red cloak catching the light. Her eyes are sharp, urgent. The crowd in the arena reacts audibly to the unexpected appearance.
Mysterious Woman: “Abraham… we need to talk. It’s about my sister.”
Van Helsing freezes mid-breath, his eyes narrowing in shock.
Van Helsing: “…Vane? What are you doing here?”
The woman — Vane — gives a quick glance at Samantha, then to Hansel and Gretel.
Vane: “There’s no time for this here. We need to speak. Now.”
Without another word, Van Helsing nods and gestures for the Enclave to follow. The group quickly moves out of frame with Vane leading the way, leaving Samantha holding the microphone and looking after them, clearly intrigued. The camera lingers on the empty backdrop before fading to black, signaling the main event is next.
[BEFORE THE MATCH]
We come back from commercial to the arena — the crowd is buzzing, the camera pans to the commentary desk.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Polar Power! It’s time for our MAIN EVENT — Hansel of the Hunters’ Enclave looking for revenge against the monster Kong, managed by the always dangerous Dr. Frankenstein.”
Eddie: “Dangerous? He’s brilliant! He’s a genius! He’s guiding the most dominant force in NPCW — Kong is the future, Johnny, and Hansel is just tonight’s example.”
Johnny: “Let’s not forget, Eddie — back in June, after a hard-fought tag match, Kong and Ogre blindsided Hansel, breaking his arm. We’ve got the footage.”
Cue video package: slow-motion shots of Kong and Ogre attacking Hansel post-match, the devastating slam on the arm, Gretel screaming for help, EMTs rushing in.
Johnny: “That’s the moment Hansel’s summer ended. Tonight — it’s payback.”
Eddie: “Payback? Johnny, you don’t try to pay back Kong — you just try to survive him!”
[MATCH BEGINS – REFEREE: 'HONEST' ABE]
Johnny: “And here we go! Hansel comes out firing — big powerslam right out of the gate!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but Kong answers with a sledgehammer shot to the chest! That’ll knock the wind out of a guy in a hurry.”
Johnny: “Back and forth early — Hansel with an atomic kneedrop!”
Eddie: “And Kong just flattens him with a splash! You can’t trade blows with this man, Johnny — he’s a jungle beast!”
Johnny: “Hansel tries for a spine crusher, but Kong shrugs it off — neutralizes the hold!”
Eddie: “That’s power, that’s experience — that’s Kong!”
Johnny: “Front facelock by Hansel, wearing the big man down—”
Eddie: “Good luck! Kong’s neck is like a tree trunk!”
Johnny: “Flying forearm smash from Hansel! Kong answers with another sledgehammer to the chest!”
Eddie: “Every time Hansel builds momentum, Kong just cuts him down. It’s beautiful.”
Johnny: “Gorilla press drop! Kong just launched Hansel like a lawn dart!”
Eddie: “Don’t give him ideas, Johnny, there’s still time for that.”
Johnny: “Kong with a splash in the corner — Hansel absorbs it but you can see the pain.”
Eddie: “And here’s Dr. Frankenstein giving instructions — see, that’s why Kong wins, brains and brawn!”
Johnny: “Dropkick from Hansel! But Kong fires back with a snap mare — both men down for a moment.”
Eddie: “That’s not just a snap mare — that’s Kong snapping you into next week.”
Johnny: “Spinning toe hold by Hansel — Kong counters with a diving headbutt!”
Eddie: “He’s got a forehead like granite!”
Johnny: “Dropkick by Hansel — oh, and Kong with a boot right to the midsection!”
Eddie: “That’s what happens when you try to get cute.”
Johnny: “Belly-to-belly suplex from Hansel! He’s not backing down!”
Eddie: “Foolish courage, Johnny. That’s all it is.”
Johnny: “Jungle Swing from Kong! Hansel couldn’t defend it — that’s a lot of weight crashing down!”
Eddie: “I could watch that all day.”
Johnny: “Spine crusher from Hansel! Kong answers with another Jungle Swing!”
Eddie: “And that’s how you stop a fairy tale — slam them into the mat!”
Johnny: “Kong tries another Jungle Swing but Hansel blocks it! Hansel gets a few shots in —”
Eddie: “Won’t matter, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Hansel goes for a spine crusher — Kong neutralizes it again! These two know each other’s moves!”
Eddie: “Hansel better know a taxi driver, ‘cause he’s gonna need a ride home.”
Johnny: “Spine crusher by Hansel! This one lands clean!”
Eddie: “He’ll need more than that.”
Johnny: “Flying forearm — no! Kong cuts it off, shoves him away!”
Eddie: “Smart move — let the little guy tire himself out.”
Johnny: “Spine crusher again from Hansel — Kong with a splash! Hooks the leg!”
Johnny: “One… two… no! Hansel kicks out!”
Eddie: “That was three!”
Johnny: “Spine crusher from Hansel — Kong with a sledgehammer to the chest!”
Eddie: “You can feel that from here!”
Johnny: “Dr. Frankenstein trying to confuse Hansel — Hansel shrugs it off! Dropkick from Hansel!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot.”
Johnny: “Boston Crab! Hansel’s got it locked in!”
Eddie: “No way Kong taps — and he doesn’t!”
Johnny: “Spinning toe hold from Hansel, but Dr. Frankenstein is jawing at him again — Hansel ignores him!”
Eddie: “Bad idea — never ignore the doctor.”
Johnny: “Spine crusher by Hansel — Kong with a splash! He’s got the cover! One… two… no! Hansel kicks out again!”
Eddie: “The man’s stubborn, I’ll give him that.”
Johnny: “Boot to the midsection from Kong — Hansel reverses! Front facelock — no! Kong reverses again, snap mare!”
Eddie: “YES! That’s it!”
Johnny: “Cover by Kong — one… two… three! Kong gets the win over Hansel!”
Eddie: “And that, Johnny, is why you don’t poke the gorilla.”
Johnny: “A hard-fought match, but tonight Kong stands tall — and you can bet the Hunters’ Enclave will have something to say about this down the line.”
Johnny: “Well folks, that’s it for tonight’s show. Tune in tomorrow for Northern Belles. Hana and Vera have 6 great matches for you.”
Eddie: “And next week be sure to come back for more of my brilliance here on Polar Power!”
CLOSING SEGMENT
Adventures of the Misfits of Mayhem Episode 006.5 - The Contract
The scene opens with the sweeping camera shot of the NPCW Arena, the crowd roaring below as lights flash from the ring. We slowly tilt upward toward the Commissioner’s Box — a high, glass-walled room overlooking the chaos like a corporate throne room.
Inside the Commissioner’s Box:
Ebeneezer Scrooge, impeccably dressed in his frock coat and gold-tipped cane, is leaning back in a plush leather chair, mid-sentence with Commissioner Bob Cratchit and the ever-stoic Director of Rules and Regulations, Fenwick Grimbough.
Scrooge (with an oily smirk): “This is GOLD! Shadowfall sales will go through the roof after tonight’s drama—”
A sharp, deliberate “AHEM!” cuts him off. The door to the box has opened, and in stride Lady Molly — cloak flowing with authority — and NPRC Constable Noel Jinglemark, whose polished badge gleams under the lights. The two exude an air that says they’re not here for tea and biscuits.
Scrooge (turning, already annoyed): “Ohhh… the infernal snoop herself. What do you want now?”
Lady Molly (steady, almost cheerful): “Well, Mr. Scrooge… I’m here to arrest you.”
Cratchit’s eyes widen; Fenwick raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
Scrooge (snapping upright): “For what? I told you — Flippers is my property. You can’t kidnap what you already own!”
Lady Molly (hands clasped behind her back): “That may be true… but filing a false complaint and impeding an active investigation are crimes.”
Scrooge (with a dismissive wave): “Bah, humbug! I’ve already consulted my lawyer — those charges won’t stick.”
Lady Molly (smiling in a way that makes Scrooge’s smile fade): “Perhaps. But the publicity of your arrest… and the trial… might have a rather unpleasant effect on your business dealings, don’t you think?”
There’s a tense beat. Scrooge leans forward, cane tapping the carpet impatiently.
Scrooge: “What is it you really want?”
Lady Molly (producing a folded parchment from her cloak): “The match stipulations for Shadowfall. Win or lose, if the Misfits show for the match, the ownership of Flippers will be transferred from you… to a third party.”
She places the document on the table in front of him. Scrooge snatches it, adjusts his spectacles, and scans the terms. A low chuckle escapes his lips.
Scrooge: “Interesting… but NPCW retains first rights to Flippers’ merchandise and appearances.”
Lady Molly: “Done.”
With a flourish, Scrooge pulls a gold-nibbed pen from his breast pocket, signs the contract with a flourish, and slides it back across the table.
Lady Molly turns to leave, then pauses in the doorway. She glances back, her tone shifting to curious rather than confrontational.
Lady Molly: “Scrooge, out of curiosity… why didn’t you just tell anyone where Flippers was? Why keep the whole charade going?”
Scrooge (grinning like the cat who ate the canary): “Because it made for great TV, my dear. Ratings went up… and I made millions off the snow chicken’s toys and buttons. People love that bird — and they’ll buy anything with his face on it.”
Lady Molly’s lips tighten. She turns sharply, cloak flaring, and exits with Noel close behind.
Outside the Commissioner’s Box:
Jack Mason is waiting in the hallway, arms folded, looking calm… maybe too calm.
Jack: “Well?”
Lady Molly (holding the signed contract): “He agreed. As long as you put the titles on the line at Shadowfall, Flippers’ ownership goes to Edie.”
Jack takes the contract, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
Jack: “Thank you.”
Lady Molly (softly, with concern): “Are you going to be okay, Jack?”
Jack (without hesitation): “Don’t worry. I’ve got clarity now. I know exactly what needs to be done. But getting Flippers safe… that’s what matters.”
Jack walks away, humming an old, haunting lullaby — the one Lady Molly has heard before. Her eyes follow him, concern etched in her face. The camera lingers on her uneasy expression before fading to black.
[END SHOW]
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