Aired - September 20, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎺 Over-the-top orchestral fanfare plays. Golden coins cascade across the screen.
SCROOGE (beaming, holding a gold cane):
“Ladies and gentlemen, peasants and princes, it’s finally here—Phase One of the greatest enterprise in the history of snow and greed: Scrooge’s North Pole Convention Centre and Resort Hotel!”
📸 Quick montage shots:
– A glimmering crystal chandelier the size of a sleigh.
– A convention hall large enough to fit five wrestling rings (or ten, depending on how much Scrooge charges).
– A casino floor with slot machines shaped like tiny treasure chests.
– A giant golden statue of Scrooge himself holding a money bag.
SCROOGE (voice-over, smugly):
“Marvel at the grandeur! Bask in the luxury! And empty your wallets—for the low price of everything you own, you too can enjoy Scrooge-level extravagance!”
💼 Cut to Scrooge standing on the balcony of the resort hotel, overlooking fake palm trees planted in ice.
SCROOGE:
“Here, your every need is met… at a premium cost, of course. Five-star suites, world-class dining, and an exclusive spa where the bubbles are made of champagne! And don’t even think about touching the minibar—unless you’ve mortgaged your house!”
✨ Montage continues—guests stumbling with giant bills, bellhops hauling gold bars as luggage, and NPCW wrestlers awkwardly signing autographs in the convention hall.
SCROOGE (chuckling):
“But that’s just Phase One, my little capitalists. Phase Two? Scrooge’s Glacier Plex! A colossal multiuse sports and entertainment arena—goodbye North Pole Arena, hello profit margins! NPCW will finally have a proper home… inside my empire!”
SCROOGE (growing more grandiose, pacing):
“Phase Three? Scrooge Villas! Luxury condos, so even your dreary little lives can enrich mine. And then—Phase Four! The crown jewel: Scrooge Land! An amusement park where every ride costs double, and even the snow cones are taxable!”
💰 Scrooge holds out his arms as fireworks shaped like dollar signs go off behind him.
SCROOGE (grinning ear to ear):
“Scrooge’s North Pole Resort—where memories are made, and bank accounts are destroyed. Reserve now, before your neighbor does!”
📺 Commercial ends with the slogan across the screen in gold lettering:
“SCROOGE’S NORTH POLE EMPIRE — BECAUSE GREED NEVER TAKES A HOLIDAY.”
Johnny: “Well… there you have it, folks. Ebenezer Scrooge out here trying to turn the entire North Pole into one big shopping mall with wrestling on the side.”
Eddie: “Shopping mall? Johnny, open your eyes! That was brilliance. That was vision! That was capitalism with snow on top! Who wouldn’t want to stay in a five-star hotel where the bubbles are champagne?”
Johnny: “Anyone who doesn’t want to sell their soul and mortgage their house just to order room service, that’s who.”
Eddie: “Oh please. You sound like one of those people who sneaks into the buffet and pockets the dinner rolls. Scrooge is giving the North Pole culture, luxury, opportunity! And most importantly—he’s giving NPCW a brand-new state-of-the-art home with that Glacier Plex. That’s history in the making!”
Johnny: “History, huh? I call it a hostile takeover. Next thing you know, Scrooge will start charging us just to sit at this announce desk.”
Eddie: “If it comes with a chandelier the size of a sleigh, Johnny, I’ll gladly pay it!”
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:
- Sandman and Abaddon squaring off in the ring for the Northern Lights Title.
- Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
- Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
- Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
- Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
- Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
- Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
- Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
- Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S LOOKAHEAD
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
| 1 | MAID MARION | VS | LA BRUJA MUERTE |
| 2 | ROBIN HOOD | VS | JACK FROST |
| 3 | MOONSHADOW | VS | ATHENA |
| 4 | MONSTERS OF MYTH | VS | GOLDIE LOCKS and DOROTHY |
| 5 | ABADDON | VS | SINBAD |
| 6 | SANTA CLAUS, KRIS KRINGLE and FROSTY | VS | THE SNAKE PIT |
| 7 | LILITH | VS | MOON SILVER |
| ME | SANDMAN | VS | VAN HELSING |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | |||
| MEAN JACK MASON | VAN HELSING | ABADDON | SANDMAN |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
📹 [Crowd Scan]
The camera sweeps across the packed North Pole Arena, the fans on their feet waving signs, banners, and glow sticks. Among the sea of faces:
- “KA-BOOM!” in glitter for the Blonde Bombshells Dorothy & Alice
- “Moonshadow Rising” in shimmering silver paint
- “Snow White Forever” with a tiara glued to the top
- “Run Wolf Run!” for the Big Bad Wolf
- “Demonic Legion Rules the Night”
- “Negropolis, Hero of Flippers” scrawled in harsh black lettering
- “Mean Jack Mason = NPCW Champion”
- “Sandman: 12-1-1” reminding everyone of his streak before Hansel’s upset
- “Klaus 4 Ever” dripping with fake icicles
- “Rudolph Runs the North”
- “Santa’s Still Got It!”
- “Rosalyn Reigns Supreme” bedazzled in thorny vines
The camera then lingers on a pair of unsettling figures in the stands—two men dressed in all-black with black hoods pulled tight, their faces hidden behind stark white masks that only reveal their eyes. One raises a handmade sign reading:
“DISCIPLE OF NEGROPOLIS.”
📹 [Cutaway]
From there, the camera shifts to the front row where HCW’s Beastfang of the Dark Dominion is seen sitting with a striking redhead on his arm. He doesn’t cheer, he doesn’t wave—he just stares directly at the ring, stone-faced, exuding menace.
📹 [Announce Desk]
The camera finally lands on the announce desk, where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington are waiting.
Johnny: “Hello wrestling fans, and welcome once again to NPCW Polar Power—coming to you live from the historic North Pole Arena! The atmosphere is electric, the fans are fired up, and we’ve got an incredible lineup tonight!”
Eddie: “Incredible? Johnny, tonight is historic. Look around—signs everywhere, Disciples of Negropolis in the crowd. And you better believe I’ll be keeping my eyes on Sandman tonight, because the Northern Lights Champion is walking in with gold and walking out with gold.”
Johnny: “And look at who’s sitting front row! That’s HCW’s very own Beastfang of the Dark Dominion!”
Eddie: “Now there’s a real star, Johnny! Look at the size of him, look at the intensity! HCW’s been dominating with the Dark Dominion for years, and Beastfang is their crown jewel. NPCW fans better pay attention—because if a man like that crosses over, the whole roster is in trouble.”
Johnny: “Beastfang is as dangerous as they come, no doubt about it. But right now, he’s just a paying customer watching the action unfold. Still—it’s never just ‘watching’ when the Dark Dominion is involved.”
Eddie: “Exactly, Johnny. A man like Beastfang doesn’t travel all the way here just to clap and wave. He’s scouting. He’s measuring. And if I were half the wrestlers in that locker room, I’d be shaking in my boots tonight. And you better believe I’ll be keeping my eyes on Sandman tonight, because the Northern Lights Champion is walking in with gold and walking out with gold.”
Johnny: “That’s right, Eddie, our huge Main Event—Sandman defends his Northern Lights Title against none other than Van Helsing! The undefeated streak may be broken, but Sandman still holds the prize, and the leader of the Hunters’ Enclave is looking to claim it for himself!”
Eddie: “And he won’t, Johnny. Van Helsing is a great hunter, but Sandman? He’s untouchable when it counts. The Enclave already embarrassed him with that little laser light stunt last week—tonight, the Sandman puts him to sleep.”
Johnny: “And that’s just the Main Event, folks. Tonight’s card is loaded from top to bottom—Maid Marion faces the dark magic of La Bruja Muerte, Robin Hood takes on Jack Frost, Moonshadow battles Athena, the Monsters of Myth collide with Goldie Locks and Dorothy, and we’ll see Abaddon square off against Sinbad in what promises to be a slugfest!”
Eddie: “Not to mention a colossal six-man tag—Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, and Frosty the Snowman teaming up against the vile Snake Pit. And for my money, the match to watch—Lilith against Moon Silver. That’s going to be royalty versus rebellion, and I know who my money’s on.”
Johnny: “Fans, you don’t want to blink tonight—Polar Power 026 is about to explode! Let’s get down to the ring for our opening contest!”
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Johnny “the Mic” Michaels | The Expert of Elocution - Eddie Ellington |
| Louie Linville RING ANNOUNCER | Smooth Samantha INTERVIEWER |
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| "Ladies and gentlemen… from the heart of Sherwood’s shadows, she rises to reclaim the honor that was stolen from her… standing tall as the avenger of the dark forest… give it up for… MAAAAID… MARIONNNN!" | “Approaching the ring, she hails from the edge of the veil between life... and what lies beyond... she is the cursed conjurer of doom... the harbinger of the Coven... LAAA BRUUUJAAAAA MUERRRTE!!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| The arena goes dark as the sound of haunting strings and deep war drums fills the air, echoing like a march through an ancient forest. A faint green mist creeps down the ramp as thorny vine patterns crawl across the video screens. Marion emerges slowly, draped in black-and-moss-green gear with a thorn crown glinting under the lights. She pauses, spreading her clawed gloves wide, as the crowd erupts in both awe and cheers. With deliberate, almost ritual-like movements, she walks to the ring, glaring into the crowd with the aura of a protector turned avenger. | The arena dims to a deathly violet hue as ominous chimes and slow, ritualistic Latin chanting begin to echo. A heavy, doom-laced metal track kicks in with deep drums and thunderclaps. La Bruja Muerte slowly emerges through a swirling haze of incense smoke, draped in black lace and bone-white face paint resembling a gothic calavera. Her eyes fixed on the ring—never acknowledging the crowd. Her aura radiates inevitability—cold, merciless, and cursed. | ||||||||
Johnny: “Fans, here we go with our opening contest on Polar Power! Maid Marion, burning with revenge after everything Lilith has put her through, steps into the ring with La Bruja Muerte—one of Lilith’s creations, a dark soul of the Witch’s Coven.”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny. Maid Marion should stick to storybooks and knitting circles. She doesn’t belong in the same ring as La Bruja Muerte, who, by the way, is the future of the Coven. She’s got the strength of Lilith’s magic behind her!”
Johnny: “Maid Marion wasting no time—look at this! Diving seated senton right at the start! She’s bringing the fight!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot. Let’s see how long she lasts once the Coven starts weaving their spells at ringside.”
Johnny: “Low-angle front dropkick now by Marion—she’s on fire tonight! The crowd is solidly behind her!”
Eddie: “These people will cheer anything that makes them feel like heroes, Johnny. But a cheer won’t stop La Bruja Muerte. Look at that—Curse Breaker! Face first into the mat!”
Johnny: “Both women are throwing bombs—Kiss Goodnight from Marion! Cover!”
Eddie: “No, no, no, not like this!”
Johnny: “Two-count only! La Bruja stays alive!”
Johnny: “Robin’s Arrow superkick! Marion’s got her rocking—another cover!”
Eddie: “Kick out, Bruja, kick out! Think of Lilith watching you right now!”
Johnny: “Two again! Oh, what a battle this is turning into!”
Johnny: “Hang on—the Coven’s up on the apron! Wicked Witch, Morrigan, Wicked Willow—they’re causing chaos here!”
Eddie: “As they should, Johnny! That’s smart strategy—keep your protégé’s head clear and rattle Maid Marion’s focus.”
Johnny: “Now the lights flickering—oh no—classic Coven tactics. Hypnotize attempt, and Marion’s staggering in confusion!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! Artistry, Johnny! Why fight fair when you can fight smart?”
Johnny: “But Marion fights back! Kiss Goodnight again! She’s not done yet!”
Eddie: “Come on, Bruja, don’t let a peasant like her show you up!”
Johnny: “Wait a minute—La Bruja to the apron… diving crossbody! Both women spilling to the outside!”
Eddie: “Brilliant move! Take the wind out of Marion’s sails!”
Johnny: “But hold on—Lilith just appeared! She’s brawling with Maid Marion on the floor! Honest Abe’s counting—five, six, seven—Marion’s too focused on Lilith to notice!”
Eddie: “This is what happens when you stick your nose in business above your station, Johnny. She asked for this!”
Johnny: “Nine—ten! Maid Marion’s counted out! What a shocking end!”
LA BRUJA MUERTE defeats MAID MARION via COUNT OUT at the 20-MINUTE MARK
MEAN JACK MASON ON VACATION
The camera opens on a blazing tropical beach, the sun glistening off the waves. Steel drums play in the background. We see Mean Jack Mason, the North Pole Champion, strutting barefoot across the sand. He’s got the championship belt draped over his shoulder like jewelry, rocking a loud Hawaiian shirt, dark sunglasses, and swim trunks. A fruity umbrella drink in one hand, and three bikini-clad women clinging to him like he’s king of the island.
Mason (cocky grin): “Take a good, long look, North Pole. This is what a champion looks like. While all you ice-frozen losers are stuck up there watching the snow fall, Mean Jack Mason is living like a king—sun on my face, drink in my hand, and this—” he slaps the gold plate of the North Pole Championship “—right where it belongs.”
He takes a sip from his drink, then tosses it aside. One of the women immediately hands him a fresh one.
Mason: “Rudolph… you remember Labor Day, don’t ya? I beat ya, clean as snow. Shiny nose, shiny dreams—shattered. I told the world I was better, and now I’ve got the gold to prove it. You and your little Coalition? You can prance, you can dance, but you’ll never touch this belt again.”
He smirks, adjusting his shades.
Mason: “And Santa Claus… the big man himself. Now your boy Rudolph’s already fallen, and it’s only a matter of time before you step up and get knocked down. You ain’t jolly, you’re just washed up.”
He strolls over to a tiki bar, leans against it with the belt gleaming on his shoulder.
Mason: “Van Helsing, you vampire-slayin’ tough guy… newsflash, you can’t slay what you can’t stop. You bring your crosses, your garlic, your wooden stakes—it won’t matter. When you face Mean Jack Mason, your horror story ends with me.”
The women giggle as Mason takes another sip, pointing at the camera.
Mason: “Prince Charming, I’m gonna turn your fairy tale into a nightmare. Hansel? You beat Sandman, and now you think you’re somebody. Kid, I’m the North Pole Champion—I’m the top of the food chain. You’re nothing but a breadcrumb trail on my way to bigger things.”
He rips off his sunglasses now, his grin widening into a menacing smirk. He raises the title high.
Mason (yelling): “Next week, Mean Jack Mason comes back to the cold—and when I do, paradise ends for all of you. Because I don’t just hold the North Pole Championship… I own it. And anybody who thinks they’re gonna take it away…” he smirks, leans into the camera “…better pack their bags for an early vacation!”
He laughs, clinks glasses with the women, and raises his belt high as the waves crash behind him.
Johnny: “Well, there you have it. Mean Jack Mason, our North Pole Champion, living it up in paradise while the rest of NPCW is battling it out in the cold! I’ll say this—he’s enjoying his vacation, but sooner or later, he’s got to come back and defend that title.”
Eddie: [chuckling smugly] “Johnny, are you blind? That’s what a champion looks like! Mason’s got the belt, he’s got the women, he’s got the sun, he’s got the lifestyle! That’s what being on top means. While Rudolph’s licking his wounds and Santa’s polishing his sleigh, Mason’s showing everybody that he doesn’t answer to anyone. He is the North Pole!”
Johnny: “Oh, come on, Eddie. Mason may be basking on the beach now, but the challengers are lining up—Rudolph wants another shot, Van Helsing’s hungry, and Sandman could be looking to climb back up. Mason might be the champ, but his vacation won’t last forever.”
Eddie: “Johnny, let me spell it out for you—Mean Jack Mason doesn’t end vacations, he ends careers. And when he comes back, paradise is going to turn into a nightmare for everybody in NPCW.”
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| "From the shadows of Sherwood Forest… reborn in vengeance, and sworn to haunt the Demonic Legion… he is the outlaw spirit of NPCW… ROOOOBIN… HOOOOOD!" | “Representing the Demonic Legion… from the frozen edge of despair… weighing in at 190 pounds… the cold-blooded conqueror… THE DEMON OF FROST… JACK FROST!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| The arena lights cut out, plunging the crowd into silence. A single low tolling bell echoes, followed by the sound of wind and crows. Suddenly, a harsh riff of industrial rock with slow, pounding drums kicks in. A white spotlight hits the rafters—Robin stands high above, cloaked in black, his face painted stark white with black streaks. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t gesture—just stares coldly at the ring. Slowly, he descends through the crowd or from the ramp, each step deliberate. The fans erupt, not with cheers but with anxious energy, knowing vengeance is coming. | Frost creeps across the stage as icy blue lights shimmer and eerie choral music echoes. Jack Frost steps out slowly, pale and emotionless, in a sleek silver and blue ensemble. He raises one arm, and artificial snow drifts from the rafters as the crowd recoils from his cold presence | ||||||||
Johnny: “Here we go, fans—Match Two on Polar Power! Robin Hood, with that brand-new darker look, that painted face, and that cold vow of vengeance, steps into the ring against the icy enforcer of the Demonic Legion, Jack Frost!”
Eddie: “Johnny, let’s not pretend here. Robin Hood isn’t some mysterious avenger—he’s a lovesick fool who got dumped, painted his face, and decided to play scary dress-up. Meanwhile, Jack Frost is the real deal—he’s got Grinch Heyman in his corner, and that’s all the edge you need!”
Johnny: “And Robin Hood starts hot—Superkick! He caught Frost right on the jaw!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot. Frost wasn’t even warmed up yet.”
Johnny: “But Frost right back with those legs around the head—Snowdrift Scissors! Both men trading impact early!”
Eddie: “That’s what happens when you step in there with the Legion’s coldest killer. Robin Hood’s going to get frozen solid before this is over.”
Johnny: “Another Superkick from Robin! He’s throwing those shots like darts tonight!”
Eddie: “And look at that—Grinch Heyman slapping Robin right across the face! That’s what I call managerial brilliance!”
Johnny: “That’s blatant interference! Honest Abe has to keep Heyman in line!”
Eddie: “He’s keeping Robin in line! About time someone did!”
Johnny: “Jack Frost with the Icy Edge chops—listen to those echo through the arena!”
Eddie: “That’s a chest cavity getting caved in, Johnny. Beautiful sound.”
Johnny: “But Robin firing back—he’s got him down! He’s cinching in the Sharpshooter! Robin trying to break Frost in half!”
Eddie: “Sharpshooter? Please. Frost doesn’t even bend, he’s too tough. Robin better watch his back—one elbow and he’s finished.”
Johnny: “Pop-Up Powerbomb! Robin Hood plants Frost right into the mat!”
Eddie: “Fluke, fluke, fluke. Frost slipped, that’s all.”
Johnny: “No slip about that—another big DDT! Robin is rolling here, and the crowd is firmly behind him!”
Eddie: “Crowd noise doesn’t win matches, Johnny. If it did, Robin would’ve married the princess and lived happily ever after. Oh wait—he didn’t!”
Johnny: “Corner Cannonball by Robin—but Frost comes right back with the Chill Out! Back-and-forth, toe-to-toe!”
Eddie: “And that’s where Frost shines—fast, mean, and dangerous. Robin can’t keep this pace.”
Johnny: “German Suplex! Robin spikes Frost into the canvas! He’s going for the cover—one, two, three! He’s done it! Robin Hood scores the victory over Jack Frost!”
ROBIN HOOD DEFEATS JACK FROST VIA PINFALL (GERMAN SUPLEX) AT THE 9 MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: “Robin Hood is back, darker and more dangerous than ever, and tonight he just knocked off one of the Legion’s icy soldiers!”
Eddie: “Please. He got lucky. You can paint your face, you can wear black leather, but you don’t scare the Legion. And Grinch Heyman’s already plotting how to make Robin pay for this little stunt.”
Johnny: “Robin Hood has his hand raised—but he’s not done yet! Look at this, Johnny—he’s pointing right at Grinch Heyman!”
Eddie: “Big mistake! You don’t point at the Grinch, you don’t bark up that tree. Robin’s about to find out that the Legion doesn’t forgive and it definitely doesn’t forget.”
Johnny: “Robin’s leaning over the ropes now, jawing right at Heyman. You can feel that venom—Heyman’s got the rest of the Demonic Legion lurking in the shadows, but Robin doesn’t care! He’s daring them to come at him!”
Eddie: “He’s not daring them, Johnny, he’s begging for a beating. He’s obsessed, he’s out of his mind. You don’t pick a fight with the Demonic Legion and walk away with your career intact.”
Johnny: “The crowd is electric—Robin Hood, standing tall in the ring, shouting down Grinch Heyman! The message is loud and clear: the Merry Band may be broken, but Robin Hood is hunting the Legion!”
Eddie: “And sooner or later, the Legion will hunt him.”
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “Representing the Wolf Pack… she is power, precision, and primal fury unleashed… this is the relentless… MOON SHADOW!” | “She is strategy and savagery combined… the goddess who sees all and fears none — ATHENA, the WAR QUEEN!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| A single wolf howl echoes through the arena as a pale blue light bathes the stage. Tribal drums and a dark, synth-heavy track pulse through the speakers as Moon Shadow steps through the mist — draped in a shredded cloak and war paint under her eyes. Her gaze is ice-cold, her stance unshakable. She raises her arms to the crowd and lets out a primal scream, causing the arena to echo with energy. Strong. Unapologetic. Alpha in her own right — and a force within the Pack. | Ethereal chanting opens her entrance before it explodes into a haunting symphonic metal theme. A spotlight follows her as she slowly walks to the ring, golden shield raised and eyes locked forward. Zeus leads the cheers from ringside, smugly praising her every step. | ||||||||
Johnny: “And here we go, ladies and gentlemen! Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack is taking on Athena, with Zeus at her side. This is going to be a clash of skill, power, and strategy!”
Eddie: “Oh, Johnny… Moonshadow’s got that wolfish look, but let me tell you—she’s all bark and not enough bite. Athena, on the other hand, is a goddess in that ring. That girl is pure power.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow kicks things off with a distraction from the Wolf Pack! She takes advantage and drives Athena down with a front facelock. Quick thinking from the wolves!”
Eddie: “Quick thinking? That’s cheating, Johnny! Moonshadow’s got no honor, and her pack is just a gang of wannabe savages. Athena’s going to show her how real talent works.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow tags on the neckbreaker! Athena feels the impact, but she’s looking to Zeus for support, and here comes a Divine Blessing!”
Eddie: “That’s the difference, Johnny. Athena has the gods on her side. Moonshadow’s just throwing cheap tricks while Athena’s showing skill and technique!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow hits another neckbreaker, but Athena fires back with an Owl Wing Backbreaker! The tide is turning in Athena’s favor!”
Eddie: “Finally! Somebody putting that wolfy little twerp in her place!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow lashes out on the ropes, rakes Athena’s eyes—again, the Wolf Pack interfering!”
Eddie: “Typical! How predictable. Wolves and tricks, Johnny! Athena’s taking it like a champion—Moonshadow’s lucky she’s even still in the ring!”
Johnny: “Wolf Pack’s gang-up! Moonshadow is using her pack to gain the advantage. Athena responds with a Shield Bash in the corner—what timing!”
Eddie: “Bull’s-eye! That’s how you handle cheaters. Athena is cleaning house while Moonshadow hides behind her little wolf friends. Pathetic!”
Johnny: “And there it is—Moonshadow is disqualified due to the Wolf Pack’s interference! Athena wins the match!”
Eddie: “Absolutely, and she did it with style! Moonshadow couldn’t handle a fair fight, so the wolves had to step in. Athena takes the victory—the only way a true champion can!”
ATHENA DEFEATS MOONSHADOW VIA DISQUALIFICATION at the 8 MINUTE MARK
VAN HELSING
(Camera pans to the interview set. Smooth Samantha stands center stage with her trademark poise, mic in hand. Behind her, Van Helsing, dressed in his long dark coat, and Hansel, arms crossed, flank her. The crowd’s noise hums in the background, but the tension is palpable.)
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now are the leaders of the Hunter’s Enclave… Van Helsing, accompanied tonight by Hansel. And Van Helsing, in just a little while, you’ll be stepping into the ring for a Northern Lights Championship opportunity against the Sandman.”
Van Helsing (calm but steely): “That’s right, Samantha. Tonight, I take the fight directly to the monster that has been haunting NPCW for months. But I don’t step into that ring blindly—I’ve been conferring with Hansel. This is the man who snapped Sandman’s undefeated streak. He’s felt the darkness up close and beaten it back. Together, we’ve studied the Sandman, we’ve tracked his weaknesses, and tonight I’m going to exploit them. The Enclave doesn’t hunt aimlessly—we hunt with purpose.”
(Hansel smirks, giving a quick nod of agreement.)
Samantha: “Now, Van Helsing, speaking of hunters and hunted, there’s someone in the crowd tonight that has caught quite a few eyes—HCW’s Beastfang is here at ringside.”
Van Helsing (eyes narrow, voice drops): “Beastfang… yes. I’ve already seen him lurking out there, and make no mistake—he’s been marked by the Enclave. You see, Samantha, our reach isn’t limited to NPCW. We’ve been watching what’s been happening in HCW very closely. Mina Harker betraying Scarlett Howl… throwing her lot in with the Dark Dominion. That betrayal—it cuts deep. And it demands a reckoning. The Enclave remembers. The Enclave doesn’t forgive. Beastfang represents that infection of darkness spreading, and we will hunt it down, just as we always do.”
[Cutaway – North Pole Arena, crowd shot]
(Camera swings to ringside where Beastfang of the Dark Dominion is sitting in the front row with the redhead. He rises from his seat, the crowd buzzing. Beastfang leans over the barricade, snarling, teeth bared like a predator scenting prey. His eyes lock directly on the camera, then he jabs a finger into his own chest and points straight at Van Helsing on the backstage monitor. The redhead smirks, almost egging him on, while the surrounding fans cheer and jeer in equal measure.)
Johnny (voiceover from commentary): “Oh my goodness! Look at Beastfang—he’s not backing down one bit!”
Eddie (excited): “That’s the Dark Dominion’s alpha predator right there, Johnny! Van Helsing might think he’s the hunter, but against Beastfang? He’s the hunted, and he doesn’t even realize it yet!”
(Camera cuts back to backstage where Van Helsing and Hansel are still on-screen, unmoved, glaring back into the lens as though daring Beastfang to make the first move.)
(Samantha looks unsettled for a beat, then leans in with another question.)
Samantha: “But before tonight is over, I have to ask—you’ve also had words exchanged with the North Pole Champion, Mean Jack Mason. Any message for him?”
Van Helsing (smirks coldly): “Jack Mason likes to run his mouth, likes to strut around with that gold like he’s untouchable. But here’s my warning: Mason better keep his focus on Rudolph. He better keep his eyes on the reindeer charging straight for him. Because if he thinks he can poke his nose into the Enclave’s business, if he thinks he can bite off more than he can chew, then he’s going to find himself hunted like the rest. And when the Enclave marks a man… there’s only one way it ends.”
Samantha: “Strong words from Van Helsing as he prepares for his Northern Lights Title match tonight against Sandman. Gentlemen—thank you.”
(Camera holds on Van Helsing and Hansel staring straight into the lens—calm, confident, intimidating—before fading back to the arena.)
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “From the shadows of legend… reborn from the nightmares of ancient gods… they are the myth made flesh, the curse made real… THE MONSTERS OF MYTH!” | “Ladies and gentlemen… making their way to the ring, representing the Blonde Bombshells… at a combined weight of two-hundred and seventy pounds… the golden starlet Goldie Locks and the heartland darling Dorothy!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| The arena plunges into total darkness as the sound of hissing serpents and ancient war drums fills the air. Green mist rolls across the ramp as Medussa emerges with slow, deliberate menace, followed by Hydra, stomping and snarling with brute fury. Together they enter the ring, Medussa raising her hand in a curse while Hydra pounds her chest, the two standing as an unstoppable force of myth brought to life. | Glittering golden lights shimmer as upbeat pop-rock kicks in. Goldie Locks struts out with a confident wink and hair flip, basking in the cheers, while Dorothy twirls onto the stage, smiling brightly and waving with genuine charm. The duo link arms and stride down the ramp together, high-fiving fans and pointing to the crowd, embodying pure confidence and fan-favorite energy. | ||||||||
Johnny: “Alright, fans, we’ve got tag team action lined up and this one could shape the future of the North Star Tag division! Dorothy, one-half of the Tag Team Champions, teaming tonight with Goldie Locks against the debuting Monsters of Myth, Hydra Veyne and Medussa Nemesis!”
Eddie: “Finally, Johnny, some competition! Hydra and Medussa aren’t here for selfies, hashtags, or to click their heels together three times. They’re here to flatten the so-called champions. Dorothy better enjoy that belt while she’s got it, because I don’t think she’s long for this world.”
Johnny: “Well, Alice isn’t here tonight, but Dorothy looks focused—and Goldie Locks, she’s been chomping at the bit to prove she belongs in that tag team spotlight.”
Eddie: “Prove she belongs? Please. She’s the replacement. She’s the redshirt in Star Trek, Johnny. You know what happens to the redshirts.”
Johnny: “Hydra Veyne starting us off with Dorothy, collar-and-elbow tie-up. Hydra uses that power immediately, shoving Dorothy straight back into the corner.”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about! Hydra’s got raw strength. Dorothy just found out she’s not in Kansas anymore.”
Johnny: “Dorothy quick to roll out and reset. Back in again—arm drag takedown by Dorothy! Hydra pops right back up but Dorothy takes her over with another one! Look at Dorothy go!”
Eddie: “Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts. Hydra’s just finding her rhythm. That’s the thing about Academy-trained wrestlers—they adapt. Dorothy’s lucky she even got her off her feet once.”
Johnny: “Dorothy tags in Goldie Locks—double hip toss by the Bombshells! Goldie covers—one, no, Hydra powers out.”
Johnny: “Hydra drags Goldie over, tag to Medussa Nemesis. Here we go, the tag specialist of the Monsters—Medussa with a quick spinebuster! Good heavens, she nearly drove Goldie straight through the canvas!”
Eddie: “That’s what Medussa brings. Power, precision, and zero patience for rookie mistakes. Goldie’s out here trying to prove she belongs—she’s proving she belongs in a body cast.”
Johnny: “Medussa hooks her up—vertical suplex! Holding her up there for a count of five before crashing her down! Goldie Locks in serious trouble in the early going!”
Eddie: “And you know what’s worse? Alice isn’t here. There’s no cavalry. Dorothy might be a champion, but she’s on an island tonight, Johnny, and the Monsters know it.”
Johnny: “Crowd chanting for Goldie now, she’s trying to crawl to Dorothy—reaches out—but Hydra cuts her off with a running clothesline! Oh my!”
Eddie: “You see that? That’s experience. Hydra didn’t just stop her, she took her head off. That’s why these two are future champions.”
Johnny: “Goldie fighting from underneath though—shots to the midsection—rolls through—hot tag to Dorothy! And the crowd erupts!”
Eddie: “Boo! Sit down! Don’t cheer this! Medussa’s about to fix this mess.”
Johnny: “Dorothy in like a house of fire—clothesline to Hydra, dropkick to Medussa! Bulldog on Hydra! Cover! One! Two! No! Hydra kicks out!”
Eddie: “See? That was their best shot, Johnny, and Hydra’s still standing. Dorothy threw the kitchen sink, and it wasn’t enough.”
Johnny: “What a match we’re seeing! Dorothy and Medussa trading blows—forearm by Dorothy—counter forearm by Medussa—neither woman giving an inch!”
Eddie: “Medussa’s going to win this. She’s built for these exchanges. Dorothy’s still running on courage and caffeine.”
Johnny: “Dorothy ducks a clothesline—Emerald City Elbow! Down goes Medussa! Dorothy crawls—tags Goldie! Goldie Locks in again, springboard crossbody! Cover! One! Two! Hydra breaks it up!”
Eddie: “Of course she did. These two are a unit, Johnny. That’s why they’re so dangerous—one mind, two bodies. Meanwhile, Dorothy and Goldie barely even know how to coordinate an entrance outfit without Alice there.”
Johnny: “Twenty minutes in and this match has been nothing short of incredible. Goldie caught—Medussa with the Snake Charmer Slam! That’s gotta do it! One! Two! Dorothy makes the save!”
Eddie: “See how long Dorothy lasts before the Monsters turn her into paste, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Dorothy fires back—DDT to Hydra! The champ isn’t going down without a fight!”
Eddie: “Too bad she just left Goldie for dead.”
Johnny: “Medussa back up—grabs Dorothy—tosses her out to the floor! Hydra’s legal now, and she’s got Goldie—wait a minute—Spanish Fly from the top rope! What impact!”
Eddie: “Count it! Count it!”
Johnny: “One! Two! Three! And that’s it! The Monsters of Myth have made their mark in NPCW!”
HYDRA VEYNE DEFEATS DOROTHY VIA PINFALL AT THE 28 MINUTE MARK.
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “He is the harbinger of annihilation… the DEMON OF DESTRUCTION… weighing in at 320 pounds of chaos and carnage… THIS… IS… ABADDON!” | “Hailing from the seven seas and standing tall as a legend of adventure… daring, bold, and beloved… this is the one and only SINBAAAAD!!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| A deep rumble shakes the arena as red strobe lights flicker to a pounding war drum beat. Abaddon storms out, muscles rippling and eyes blazing. Clad in demonic armor and breathing heavily through a spiked mask, he rips apart a chain across his chest before roaring at the crowd. | An adventurous orchestral score with pounding drums and rising strings blares through the arena, evoking the spirit of epic voyages. The titantron shows crashing waves, mythical beasts, and old treasure maps. Sinbad steps through the curtain clad in pirate-inspired gear—ornate boots, a long coat with gold trim, and a sash across his waist. He greets the fans with a confident grin, salutes the crowd like a seasoned captain, and points to the sky before storming the ring. He climbs the ropes, brandishes an imaginary spyglass, and bellows to the crowd with infectious energy. | ||||||||
Johnny: “We are back on Polar Power, and here comes Abaddon—former Northern Lights Champion, flanked as always by Lilith, the Queen of the North. You can feel the presence this man brings when he steps through the curtain.”
Eddie: “Presence? Johnny, that’s dominance. Abaddon should still be champion if it wasn’t for biased refereeing and jealous peers. And tonight, Sindbad is going to learn exactly why the Demonic Legion runs NPCW.”
Johnny: “Sindbad though, he’s not backing down. A man who’s sailed seas, fought monsters, and he’s not about to be intimidated—not by Lilith, not by Abaddon.”
Eddie: “Oh please. He can bring all the sailor stories he wants. When you’re in there with Abaddon, the only story ends with you staring at the lights.”
Johnny: “There’s the bell—Sindbad quick with those open-hand chops, lighting up the chest of Abaddon!”
Eddie: “Big deal, Johnny! Abaddon’s been through worse in training with the Legion. That’s like trying to sink a battleship with a water pistol!”
Johnny: “But look at Abaddon respond—Netherstrike! A crushing kneelift right to the ribs of Sindbad. And just like that, the tide turns.”
Eddie: “One move from Abaddon is worth ten from anybody else. That’s why he’s a former champion. That’s why Robin Hood hides in the rafters instead of facing him like a man!”
Johnny: “Sindbad keeps firing back though—running head kick, and Abaddon staggered! Sindbad with a hammerlock DDT—he’s got him down! Cover—no! Abaddon powers out at two!”
Eddie: “You see how fast he got that shoulder up? Abaddon’s not done, Johnny. He’s just letting Sindbad wear himself out.”
Johnny: “Lilith shouting instructions at ringside—‘Honest’ Abe keeping an eye on her. You know she’s always a factor.”
Eddie: “She’s not a factor—she’s an inspiration. Look at Abaddon feeding off her presence. That’s devotion, Johnny. That’s loyalty.”
Johnny: “Abaddon back in control now—suplex after suplex—Abaddon’s Fury connects! Sindbad just folded in half!”
Eddie: “Good night, sailor boy! Should’ve stayed on the ship!”
Johnny: “Cover—one, two—no! Sindbad somehow kicks out again! He’s showing a ton of heart here against the monster from the Legion.”
Eddie: “Heart doesn’t matter, Johnny. You know what happens when you bring heart to a gunfight? You get shot.”
Johnny: “Hellfire Plex! Abaddon with a thunderous overhead belly-to-belly—and this has to be it! One…two…three! Abaddon victorious tonight!”
ABADDON DEFEATS SINDBAD VIA PINFALL AT THE 20 MINUTE MARK.
ABADDON AND ROBIN HOOD
Johnny: “Abaddon had his hand raised, but Robin Hood came down like a storm from the rafters! This fight hasn’t stopped for a second!”
Eddie: “It’s a mugging, Johnny! A mugging on live TV! Abaddon just went through a twenty-minute war and now he’s getting blindsided by this masked outlaw wannabe!”
Johnny: “Robin and Abaddon trading fists up the aisle—security can’t even keep up! They’re smashing into barricades, shoving past fans—the chaos is spreading backstage!”
(Camera cuts to the backstage area, Robin ramming Abaddon into a stack of crates. Abaddon roars back, throwing Robin into a steel door. Production crew scatter in panic.)
Johnny: “Listen to that! Steel on flesh! These two men are tearing the North Pole Arena apart!”
Eddie: “It’s disgraceful! Robin Hood is obsessed—he can’t stand that Lilith prefers Abaddon! That’s all this is about, Johnny. Love makes fools of men, and Robin is the biggest fool of them all!”
(Camera cuts back briefly to ringside where Maid Marion has mounted Lilith, hammering down fists. Lilith rakes the eyes and shoves Marion into the guardrail, but Marion comes back with a hard clothesline that sends Lilith sprawling. Arena security floods in, trying to pull them apart.)
Johnny: “Meanwhile at ringside—Marion and Lilith are going at it like wildcats! Security pouring out, but they can’t get them separated!”
(Camera switches backstage again—Abaddon slams Robin into a rolling equipment case, but Robin fires back with a chairshot. Both men stagger into a catering area, knocking over tables and food trays. Security storms in, trying to wedge themselves between the two.)
Eddie: “This is insanity, Johnny! This is supposed to be a wrestling company, not a street fight circus!”
Johnny: “It’s both tonight, Eddie! Robin Hood, Abaddon, Lilith, and Maid Marion—it’s pure war!”
(Camera splits into a wide shot—security now swarming both fights. Lilith shrieking, trying to claw her way through guards toward Marion; Robin breaking free for one last swing at Abaddon before being grabbed from behind. Finally, order begins to settle.)
(Close-up—Robin turns, sees Marion through the chaos. His chest heaving, facepaint smeared, he steps toward her. He extends a trembling hand, opening his mouth to say something—)
(Marion glares at him, shakes her head, and storms off into the night, leaving Robin standing alone, hand hanging in the air.)
Johnny: “What a moment… Robin reaching out, but Marion wants no part of it. Heartbreaking.”
Eddie: “Heartbreaking? It’s pathetic! He threw his lot in with vengeance, and now he’s losing the only ally that ever mattered! You reap what you sow, Johnny, and Robin Hood just got left in the dirt.”
(Camera fades on Robin standing silent, hand still outstretched, before cutting back to ringside for the next match.)
MATCH 6 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “Ladies and gentlemen… making their way to the ring, a holiday alliance like no other! At a combined weight of eight-hundred and three pounds… they are the legends of Christmas brought to life… SANTA CLAUS, KRIS KRINGLE, AND FROSTY THE SNOWMAN!” | “From the depths of war and chaos… they are mercenaries without masters — LEITON, NIVEN, and TOBIAS — THE SNAKE PIT!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| The arena erupts with festive cheer as “Here Comes Santa Claus” blasts into a rocking holiday medley. Red, green, and icy blue spotlights dance across the stage as snow begins to fall. Santa Claus marches out first with his sack slung over his shoulder, pointing to the crowd. Kris Kringle follows, tossing out small gifts and candy canes with a wide smile, while Frosty lumbers out, waving his broom proudly and slapping his belly with a jolly laugh. The trio joins together at the ramp, raising their arms in unison as the crowd roars with holiday spirit. | The arena plunges into darkness. A countdown begins: 3… 2… 1… — then a flash of green and red strobes as distorted guitar and digital war drums explode through the speakers. From the crowd — not the stage — Leiton, Niven, and Tobias Snake emerge wearing flak jackets and tactical gear. The Snake Pit moves with focused, militant precision — every step like a unit marching into battle. The crowd is split: some cheer the intensity, others boo their smug defiance. | ||||||||
Johnny: “Here we go, folks—six-man tag team action with holiday spirit colliding against cold-blooded venom! Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, and Frosty taking on the trio that’s slithered into NPCW like a plague—the Snake Pit!”
Eddie: “Oh, here we go with the schmaltz. Holiday spirit doesn’t win wrestling matches, Johnny. The Snake Pit? They’re ruthless, they’re vicious, they don’t believe in leaving milk and cookies for anybody. And tonight, they’re gonna prove that these so-called legends are past their expiration date!”
Johnny: “Oh my! Right at the bell—everybody in the ring! We’ve got Frosty hurling Leiton Snake with that Frostbite Suplex!”
Eddie: “And Leiton firing back with that underhook facebuster, he’s not intimidated by a snowman! Look at Niven with that tilt-a-whirl slam! Tobias with the crossbody! This is pandemonium!”
Johnny: “Santa’s cracking Tobias with Good Tidings, Kringle hoisting Leiton with The Long Winter! Bodies everywhere!”
Johnny: “Frosty now isolating Leiton—Snow Globe Spin! He’s twirling him like a dreidel!”
Eddie: “Oh, great. Spin the snake until he’s dizzy. Brilliant strategy. I’m sure that’ll work against three men. Leiton snaps him right back down with that underhook facebuster—veteran counter!”
Johnny: “Kris Kringle in the ring now—the old warhorse against Niven Snake! Both men clashing—oh, but Niven spears him right in half!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about! The pit don’t play nice. That spear almost knocked the frost out of Kringle’s beard!”
Johnny: “Santa tags in, squaring off with Niven—Sleigh Ride Slam! He planted him!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but Niven crushes him with that corner clothesline. Santa better not get too comfortable—this isn’t delivering presents, this is a fight!”
Johnny: “Santa manhandling Tobias Snake—Tinsel Toss! What strength from the big man!”
Eddie: “Don’t count Tobias out—DIRTY DEEDS! Double-arm DDT right on Santa’s head! That’s how the Snakes get it done, Johnny—dirty, devastating, decisive!”
Johnny: “Jingle Bell Buster! Santa firing back with the spinebuster on Niven Snake! This one’s see-sawing back and forth!”
Eddie: “It’s desperation, that’s all it is! Frosty’s back in—oh, look at that Frostbite Suplex! Poor Niven’s getting tossed like wrapping paper.”
Johnny: “Now Leiton Snake tags in—and the Pit swarms! Buckle Bomb, corner clotheslines, mounted punches—total carnage in the corner!”
Eddie: “That’s how it’s done! You isolate the big jolly fool and carve him up like a Christmas ham!”
Johnny: “Santa trying to fight through—Tinsel Toss on Leiton! This crowd is thunderous!”
Johnny: “Santa with the Christmas Cracker DDT! He covers—no! Leiton kicks out! What resilience!”
Eddie: “That was close—but here comes Niven again, the powerhouse of the Pit. He’s not staying down—leaping clothesline, and Santa spills to the outside!”
Johnny: “Referee ‘Honest’ Abe beginning the count—Niven’s slow to rise… he’s down! Three… four… five… the Snake Pit is panicking!”
Eddie: “Get up! Come on, this is embarrassing! Don’t let the fat man steal this!”
Johnny: “Nine… ten! Niven Snake is counted out! Santa Claus and his team have done it!”
SANTA CLAUS, KRIS KRINGLE & FROSTY DEFEAT THE SNAKE PIT (NIVEN SNAKE, LEITON SNAKE & TOBIAS SNAKE) VIA COUNT OUT AT THE 12-MINUTE MARK
The bell has barely rung and Santa, Kringle, and Frosty are celebrating in the ring, arms raised high as the crowd roars. The Snake Pit slithers away in frustration, regrouping at the ramp. Suddenly, the arena lights dim, and the sinister organ notes of “Grim Tidings” hit. A chorus of boos rains down as Sinister Klaus emerges, flanked by Belsnickel and Hans Trapp, with Fenwick Grimbough at his side, cane in hand. The group stops halfway down the ramp, sneers plastered across their faces.
Johnny: “Oh no… business just picked up! That’s the NPCW Universal Champion, Sinister Klaus, and the rest of Grim Tidings! What are they doing out here?”
Eddie: “Finally, some real champions! This is what domination looks like, Johnny. Not three over-the-hill holiday mascots hugging in the ring. Klaus is about to remind everybody who runs this place.”
Klaus raises a mic, smirking beneath his icy crown.
Klaus: “Cut the music. Cut it off! Enough of this… celebration. You three think you’ve accomplished something? You beat a bunch of snakes on a technicality. Count-out. Cheap. Hollow. That’s not victory, that’s survival. And Kringle…” he points straight at Kris, venom dripping from his voice “…you’ve been sticking your crooked old nose where it doesn’t belong. Pretending this is still your world. Pretending you matter.”
The boos thunder louder, but Kringle steps forward, cracking his knuckles, his eyes locked on Klaus.
Klaus: “So here’s how this goes. Next week, on Polar Power… I’m going to take great pleasure in exposing you as the relic you are. One on one. Sinister Klaus versus Kris Kringle.”
The crowd explodes with anticipation. Kringle motions for a mic and the noise swells again.
Kringle: “One on one, huh? You finally wanna step out from behind your pack of monsters? Fine by me. But let’s make sure the people get what they really want… Tell me, Klaus—will your precious Universal Title be on the line?”
The crowd roars, chanting “YES! YES! YES!” Klaus sneers and pretends to hesitate, then slowly nods, smug grin spreading across his face.
Klaus: “You want it that badly, old man? You want to walk into my kingdom and try to take the crown? Then yes… next week, I’ll put my Universal Championship on the line. But understand this—when it’s over, there won’t be a legend left of you, just a broken body carried out like yesterday’s trash.”
Eddie: “What a gift! Kringle just signed his retirement papers, Johnny! Next week, the legend gets crushed and Klaus gets another trophy!”
Johnny: “Oh my! Kris Kringle versus Sinister Klaus for the Universal Championship—right here on Polar Power! Folks, you do not want to miss this!”
The segment ends with Kringle defiantly pointing at Klaus, mouthing “your time is up,” while Klaus and Grim Tidings laugh darkly on the ramp, Fenwick tapping his cane to the beat of the boos.
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “She is the siren of sin… the Demoness Queen of the Legion… weighing in at 165 pounds… this is the WICKED and POWERFUL... LILITH!” | “Introducing the newest member of the Wolf Pack… clever as she is cruel, cold as the northern wind… she is the razor fang in the shadows… MOOON SILVERRR!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| Smoke billows across the stage as seductive, eerie music pulses with a dark heartbeat. Lilith steps out with confident allure, her crimson and black bodysuit shimmering. She smiles wickedly, her eyes glinting, as the crowd boos and Krampus’s shadow looms behind her. | Silver fog rolls across the stage as eerie, echoing howls rise into a dark, synth-laced beat with glimmering notes — like moonlight on ice. Moon Silver slinks onto the stage with a sly grin, her silver-streaked hair catching the light. She moves with quiet confidence and a predator’s poise, eyes scanning the crowd like prey. Her presence is magnetic — sleek, sharp, and dangerous. | ||||||||
Johnny: “Here we go, folks—our main women’s contest tonight! The reigning Queen of the North Champion, Lilith, accompanied by that schemer Grinch Heyman, against the Wolf Pack’s fiery contender, Moon Silver!”
Eddie: “And look at Lilith, Johnny—still out here after Maid Marion blindsided her earlier tonight. That just shows the heart of a champion, fighting through bruises, carrying the banner of the Demonic Legion!”
Johnny: “Heart? Eddie, she’s got Heyman at ringside with a phone and a smirk—I’m sure that’ll play into things before the night’s over.”
Eddie: “You just can’t stand greatness, can you?”
The bell rings. Moon Silver charges straight in and levels Lilith with a spear.
Johnny: “Whoa! ALPHA STRIKE right out of the gate! Moon Silver nearly cut Lilith in half!”
Eddie: “Too much energy, Johnny. That’s nerves, that’s desperation. A true champion knows how to weather the storm—and Lilith’s gonna prove it.”
Lilith quickly regroups, with Heyman hopping on the apron. Heyman smashes Moon Silver across the back with his phone behind Honest Abe’s back, giving Lilith an opening.
Johnny: “Hey! Heyman with that phone again—how is Abe missing this?!”
Eddie: “Because he’s a professional referee who doesn’t fall for your conspiracy theories, Johnny. That’s just momentum swinging in Lilith’s favor!”
Lilith grinds down Moon Silver with the Infernal Embrace bodyscissors, then big boots her into the corner.
Johnny: “Lilith methodically taking control now, pressing every advantage—and you have to think Moonshadow is watching her every move from the Wolf Pack corner. She’s got the title rematch next week.”
Eddie: “Moonshadow better take notes on what not to do, Johnny. You don’t throw yourself at Lilith like this kid Moon Silver. You pick your spots—you use your head. That’s why Lilith’s champion!”
Moon Silver mounts a comeback with a Sitout Powerbomb and then a huge moonsault!
Johnny: “FULL MOON CRUSH! Cover her! This could be it!”
One… two—Lilith kicks out!
Eddie: “Did you really think Lilith was going down to a moonsault? Champions don’t die easy, Johnny!”
Heyman once again distracts Honest Abe, letting Lilith slam Moon Silver with the Abyssal Slam, then nearly steals a pinfall. Moon Silver fights back, hitting the Charging Facebuster, but Heyman hops up again, shouting taunts to throw her off.
Johnny: “This is ridiculous—Heyman’s had his hands in this match from the start!”
Eddie: “That’s called strategy, Johnny. Maybe the Wolf Pack should bring somebody smarter than the Big Bad Wolf if they want to play at this level.”
The match builds until Lilith lands a brutal running boot, then clamps on the Demon’s Embrace submission.
Johnny: “She’s got it locked in! Demon’s Embrace! Moon Silver’s fighting—reaching for the ropes—but she’s fading fast!”
Moon Silver taps out.
Eddie: “Yes! Just like that—dominance! Lilith proves again why she’s the Queen of the North!”
Johnny: “Non-title tonight, but a message sent straight to Moonshadow—if you want that belt back, you’ll have to go through this version of Lilith, who’ll claw and bite and cheat her way to the top.”
LILITH DEFEATS MOON SILVER VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 16-MINUTE MARK.
SANDMAN
Camera pans backstage. Smooth Samantha, wearing a sleek short purple dress that catches the lights of the arena, holds the microphone up to Sandman, who stands calm and composed, Northern Lights Championship glinting over his shoulder. The hum of the crowd filters in from the arena beyond.
Samantha: “Sandman! Tonight you defend your Northern Lights Championship in the main event. How are you feeling heading into this match?”
Sandman tilts his head slightly, his gaze distant, almost dreamy, as if peering through the walls of reality itself.
Sandman: “Feeling? Samantha… feeling is such a fleeting thing. Tonight… I am the storm, the quiet before the chaos, the stillness that wraps around every moment until it breaks. My championship… it is not just metal and leather. It is a beacon of inevitability.”
Samantha: “I see… and last week, Hansel of the Hunters Enclave snapped a pretty impressive win streak for Sandman. What do you make of that?”
Sandman’s expression barely shifts, a faint, aloof smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Sandman: “A fluke… an aberration. Even the brightest stars can flicker once before their brilliance returns. Hansel… he may have shined briefly, but brilliance fades, Samantha. And when the true light of inevitability touches you… only darkness remains.”
Samantha: “It seems you have a lot of challengers gunning for you. Van Helsing tonight, and there’s talk that Abaddon is aiming to reclaim what he lost. Are you concerned?”
Sandman’s eyes glint, but his voice drifts dreamily, almost teasing the microphone as if it were a distant thought.
Sandman: “Ah… Abaddon… Van Helsing… so many mouths, so many teeth gnashing for a taste of something they cannot hold. I do not concern myself with the desperate, Samantha. The mind wanders, the body trembles… and still, the crown remains. Let them chase shadows; the Sandman wanders in realms they cannot even imagine.”
Samantha: “So tonight, the Northern Lights Championship… it’s safe?”
Sandman tilts his head, glancing at the belt over his shoulder, his voice lowering, soft but edged with quiet menace.
Sandman: “Safe? Samantha… safety is an illusion. Tonight, the Sandman walks among the waking and the dreaming… and those who cannot distinguish between the two… they will awaken screaming. Even the richest… the most athletic… the most celebrated… cannot escape the night. The Sandman is the master of the world of dreams… and the nightmare is coming.”
He steps back slightly, letting the mic drop just a hair from his lips, leaving Samantha staring, momentarily unnerved. Sandman then drifts away toward the arena ramp, the lights glinting off the Northern Lights Championship as the camera slowly fades to the arena crowd.
Samantha: “There you have it, folks… Sandman, serene, aloof… and not so subtly threatening the world of everyone daring to step into his realm. Tonight, we’ll see if anyone can wake from this nightmare.”
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |||||||||
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville | ||||||||
| “From the dreamlands beyond time and terror… weaving nightmares into reality… he is the bringer of sleep… the tormentor of your mind… SAAANDMAAAAN!” | “Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall… weighing 260 pounds… from the darkened corners of forgotten legends… he is the relentless force that hunts the night—VAN HELSING!” | ||||||||
| Entrance | Entrance | ||||||||
| The arena lights dim to a haunting blue hue as an eerie, slow lullaby echoes through the speakers—distorted like it's playing from an old music box. Thick mist pours from the stage, crawling across the ramp as Sandman emerges, gliding through it with unnatural stillness. Dressed in flowing, tattered robes with silver sand slowly falling from his hands, he locks eyes with the crowd, unmoved, as the air grows heavier with every step. | The lights drop to near-darkness, replaced by a deep blue hue and slow flashes of silver strobe. A haunting pipe organ plays a gothic orchestral theme layered with thunderclaps and wolf howls. Smoke rolls across the ramp as Van Helsing emerges through the mist, wearing a long black-and-blue duster coat and a shadowed fedora. His cold stare pierces the arena as he walks with purpose—no wasted motion, no theatrics. He stops at the ring steps, slowly tilting his head up toward the rafters before stepping between the ropes like a man on a mission. The crowd chants his name in reverence—not out of excitement, but respect. | ||||||||
The camera pans to the crowd as the announcers prepare for the main event.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the Northern Lights Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… Van Helsing!”
Van Helsing steps to the ramp, his eyes scanning the arena, stopping sharply at Beastfang in the front row. He snaps his fingers. A red laser from the rafters forms the Mark of the Enclave on Beastfang’s chest. Beastfang growls and charges, but security stops him from leaping over the barrier.
Eddie: “Johnny, look at that! This isn’t wrestling, it’s amateur dramatics! Van Helsing thinks he can intimidate every soul in this arena. Pathetic!”
Johnny: “And here comes the champion! Sandman, Northern Lights Champion, stepping into the ring calm, collected, with that championship gleaming on his shoulder.”
Eddie: “Finally, some sense in the ring. At least we have someone with poise. Van Helsing? He’s just theatrics and menace.”
Johnny: “And we’re off! Sandman immediately striking with a GO TO SLEEP!”
Eddie: “Ah yes, Sandman showing the class Van Helsing can’t touch. Look at that precision!”
Van Helsing struggles, fails to defend, Sandman drops him with authority.
Johnny: “Van Helsing down! Sandman going right to work!”
Johnny: “Front kick from Sandman—oh! But Van Helsing catches him in a HOLY CROSSFACE!”
Eddie: “Typical Van Helsing. Hiding behind a hold! But Sandman’s not tapping, he’s the master of composure.”
Sandman fights, refuses to submit, Van Helsing’s face a mask of frustration.
Johnny: “Van Helsing lifts Sandman for a Powerslam—wait! Reversal!”
Eddie: “Beautiful athleticism from the champion! Van Helsing’s showy moves are meaningless here.”
Johnny: “Front kick! Van Helsing is stunned!”
Johnny: “Running bulldog from Sandman, beautiful impact! Van Helsing counters with a Powerslam of his own!”
Eddie: “You see that, Johnny? Sandman is taking the fight to him, while Van Helsing’s flailing. The champion is in control!”
Johnny: “Sandman locks in a SLEEPER! Van Helsing’s head and shoulders caught in the hold!”
Eddie: “And he’s not giving an inch! Sandman’s technique is flawless, as always!”
Van Helsing struggles, refuses to submit.
Johnny: “Standing clothesline from Sandman! Van Helsing staggers back!”
Eddie: “Every strike precise, every impact calculated. Van Helsing’s knees are barely keeping him upright.”
Johnny: “Roundhouse right from Van Helsing! Sandman absorbs it—he’s a warrior!”
Eddie: “Ha! ‘Absorbs it’? More like Van Helsing barely landed a touch. The champion is untouchable!”
Johnny: “Front kick from Sandman! Van Helsing staggered!”
Eddie: “That’s the difference between skill and style points. Sandman has mastery!”
Johnny: “Standing clothesline! Van Helsing hits the mat hard!”
Johnny: “Sandman goes for the pin!”
1…2…
Johnny: “Kick out! Van Helsing survives!”
Eddie: “Only luck kept him down that time. Pure luck!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing with a BACK TO THE GRAVE! Tombstone Piledriver!”
Eddie: “Finally! Oh wait—Sandman’s reversals earlier prove he’s ready for everything!”
Beastfang screams from the crowd, Van Helsing leaves the ring to confront him. Sandman seizes the moment, attacks from behind. Both men trade blows outside the ring, ignoring the referee.
Johnny: “Chaos outside the ring! Sandman and Van Helsing trading strikes while security scrambles!”
Eddie: “And that’s why you don’t see Van Helsing in the winner’s circle! Pathetic brawling instead of wrestling!”
After several moments, security separates the two. Both men are counted out.
Johnny: “After ten minutes of absolute mayhem… the referee has no choice.”
DRAW – SANDMAN VS VAN HELSING DECLARED A DRAW AT THE 10-MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “The Northern Lights Championship remains with Sandman! What a night!”
Eddie: “And rightfully so! Van Helsing had no clue what hit him. Sandman proves once again why he’s the master of the ring—and the master of dreams!”
Beastfang and Van Helsing continue to trade blows until additional security arrives. The camera pans to the crowd reacting in awe, then cuts backstage as Sandman calmly retrieves his title, standing victorious amid the chaos.
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The camera pans to the Commissioner’s Booth. Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits behind his desk, looking weary as ever, papers scattered in front of him. Beside him stands the ever-smug Special Advisor, Ebeneezer Scrooge, arms folded and a slight grin on his face. Johnny and Eddie stand in front of the desk, ready to wrap up the night.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live from the Commissioner’s Booth with Commissioner Bob Cratchit. Commissioner, what a night we’ve had here on Polar Power!”
Cratchit: sighing “Indeed, Johnny. Thank you, NPCW Universe, for joining us for another action-packed evening of thrills and surprises. But before we sign off, I have a very special announcement about next week’s show.”
Eddie: smirking “Oh, I can’t wait… probably more chaos that someone actually competent will have to clean up!”
Cratchit: ignoring Eddie “Next week, we will have three championship matches you won’t want to miss. First, Queen of the North Champion Lilith will defend her title against Moonshadow. The Demon Queen has proven she’s ruthless, but Moonshadow is determined to take her down.”
Johnny: “That’s going to be one intense battle, Eddie!”
Eddie: “Intense? Ha! Lilith will tear that little wolf pup to shreds. Moonshadow doesn’t stand a chance—mark my words.”
Cratchit: smirking slightly at Eddie’s tone “Next, The Beasts will defend the NPCW Tag Team titles against the formidable Negropolis… and a partner of his choosing.”
Johnny: “I’m on the edge of my seat for that one! The Beasts are terrifying, but Negropolis? He’s pure chaos.”
Eddie: snapping his fingers “Negropolis? That overgrown penguin poser? Please, Johnny, he’s a joke—an absolute circus act. The Beasts don’t even need to try, they’ll steamroll that fool in no time!”
Scrooge: leaning forward smugly, voice dripping with disdain “Finally, someone with sense. That Negropolis character is a disgrace to the ring—pathetic and laughable. I should enjoy watching him squirm next week.”
Cratchit: chuckling faintly “And of course, the Universal Title will be on the line. Sinister Klaus will defend against the returning Kris Kringle. Tonight’s events make this a very personal battle, and it’s sure to be a fight for the ages.”
Johnny: “Kris Kringle versus Sinister Klaus… I don’t think the NPCW Universe is ready for that kind of collision!”
Eddie: rolling his eyes “Collision? More like a massacre waiting to happen. Klaus won’t even break a sweat, and Kringle’s luck will run out fast.”
Cratchit: leaning forward slightly “Finally, due to tonight’s chaos with Robin Hood and the Demonic Legion, our main event for next week will be Robin Hood and a partner of his choosing versus Krampus and… his own partner. And here’s the twist—the partners for this main event will be wrestlers from HCW. Who they are? You’ll have to tune in next week to find out.”
Johnny: “Now that’s a main event that promises fireworks! Robin Hood, Krampus, and cross-promotional surprises—what a way to close out next week’s show!”
Eddie: gritting his teeth “Cross-promotion? Ha! More like a circus of mediocrity.”
Scrooge: smirking wider “Ah, the sweet music of doom and discontent. I must admit, I find Eddie’s disapproval… most entertaining.”
Cratchit: standing up, gesturing to the camera “Thank you again, NPCW Universe, for joining us tonight. We’ll see you next week, live, for all this action and more!”
Johnny and Eddie nod. The camera pulls back to capture the Commissioner’s Booth with Cratchit waving, Scrooge still smirking smugly, and Eddie scowling in irritation. The screen slowly fades to black as the crowd’s cheers echo over the closing music.
TEASER
“The Eyes of Merlin”
Visual: A robed figure with glowing eyes stands before a crystal ball. Inside the crystal, clips from NPCW chaos (fights, villains, mayhem) are seen swirling. His voice is deep and cryptic:
“The darkness festers… But the swordbearers are near.”
Text on screen:
“The prophecy stirs.”
[#MerlinKnows]
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