Aired - September 13, 2025
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Scrooge Toys: Primal Horde “Ultra Premium” Collection
[Opening shot: 80s neon grid stretching into the horizon. Electric guitars wail. Explosions go off as the words flash across the screen in chrome:]
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[Cut to Scrooge in a sparkling gold tuxedo, standing inside a toy vault where the walls are made of action figure boxes stacked to the ceiling.]
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Mean Jack Mason
[Figure spins on a glowing pedestal with lasers firing around it.]
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Polly Mason
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The Beasts
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Marcus the Beast Master
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Limited Edition: YETI 2 VERSIONS
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SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Mean Jack Mason standing triumphantly in the ring hoisting the NPCW North Pole Title over his head.
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.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S LOOKAHEAD
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
CROWD AND WELCOMING
🎶 [Opening theme of Polar Power plays, pyro erupts above the entranceway, and snow machines spray down the crowd. The hard camera swoops across the packed North Pole Arena.] 🎶
The fans are electric, holding up a sea of colorful handmade signs:
“BLONDE BOMBSHELLS RULE!”
“MOONSHADOW FOREVER”
“TEAM SNOW WHITE”
“HOWL FOR THE WOLF”
“SINISTER KLAUS 4 LIFE”
“MEAN JACK = REAL CHAMP”
“BRINGER OF DREAMS = SANDMAN”
“ALL HAIL NEGROPOLIS”
“SANTA STILL BELIEVES”
One group of kids in matching reindeer antlers wave a giant glittery banner that reads “RU-DOLPH LIGHTS THE WAY!” while a rowdy group of adults in dark face paint hoist up “DEMONIC LEGION RISING.”
The camera finally locks on something chilling in the front rows — a man dressed entirely in black. A tight hood masks his head, leaving only a stark white-painted face with hollow eyes visible. In his hands, a crude hand-painted sign: “Disciple of Negropolis.” He stares into the lens without blinking as the crowd around him chants for their favorites.
The feed cuts to ringside where the announce desk gleams. Behind it sit Johnny “The Mic” Michaels in his blazer, eyes wide with excitement, and The Expert of Elocution, Eddie Ellington, grinning smugly, already fiddling with his pocket square.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME to NPCW Polar Power, coming to you LIVE from the North Pole Arena! The snow is falling, the crowd is on fire, and I can already tell you — tonight is going to be unforgettable!”
Eddie: “Unforgettable? Johnny, tonight’s going to be regrettable for a lot of people in that locker room. Because we’ve got the kind of lineup where dreams get shattered, careers get shortened, and egos get checked at the door. And you know me — I’ll be smiling through all of it.”
Johnny: “Well Eddie, we’re starting things off hot — Goldie Locks will be stepping into that ring against the mischievous Thimble Hex in our opening contest. That’s speed versus strength, agility versus raw power — it’s going to be a battle.”
Eddie: “Oh please. Goldie Locks is too busy brushing her hair to win a fight. Thimble Hex is going to turn her into embroidery.”
Johnny: “Then, a HUGE clash — Abaddon, one of the most feared competitors in NPCW, goes one-on-one with the Big Bad Wolf!”
Eddie: “That’s the one I’ve got circled. Wolf thinks he’s all smooth talk and toothy grins — but when you step in with Abaddon, Johnny, all the charm in the world won’t save you. Abaddon leaves scars.”
Johnny: “Also tonight, tag team action — Beauty and the Beast collides with the Patchwork Dolls, and what a contrast in styles that’s going to be.”
Eddie: “Contrast? Try horror show. The Dolls are unsettling, Johnny. I don’t trust anyone who stitches smiles onto their masks.”
Johnny: “And it doesn’t stop there — the reigning Tag Team Champions, The Beasts, face off against the North Pole Express in a match that could shake up the division!”
Eddie: “Shake it up? It’s going to break it in half. The Express are going to learn what happens when the animals run the zoo — courtesy of The Beasts.”
Johnny: “Singles action — Snow White returns to battle the brooding Shade Grimm. A fairy tale showdown with some very real stakes.”
Eddie: “Snow White’s going to need more than seven friends to save her tonight.”
Johnny: “And how about this one — Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, locks up with Glint Grimm. Two dangerous competitors with razor-sharp arsenals.”
Eddie: “Glint’s got a mean streak, Johnny. Rosalyn might regret playing queen tonight.”
Johnny: “Tag action continues with Hans Trapp and Belsnickel taking on the high-flying duo of Rapido Rojo and Peter Cottontail! That’s a battle of brutality versus speed if I’ve ever seen one.”
Eddie: “And brutality ALWAYS wins, Johnny.”
Johnny: “And then — our MAIN EVENT. The reigning Northern Lights Champion, Sandman, goes against Hansel of the Hunters Enclave! The dream versus the hunter — that’s a clash you do not want to miss.”
Eddie: “Hansel better sleep with one eye open, Johnny. Because when the Sandman puts you down, you don’t wake up easy.”
Johnny: “What a night it’s going to be! The atmosphere is electric, the fans are on fire, and NPCW is ready to bring you the best professional wrestling in the world — Polar Power starts NOW!”
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
📹 [The crowd’s cheers dim as the camera cuts to the elevated Commissioner’s Box. The office looks as weary as the man in it: papers scattered across the desk, a half-empty mug of tea cooling beside him, and Commissioner Bob Cratchit rubbing his temple before forcing himself upright. His expression is strained, but professional. Seated stiffly at his side is Ebeneezer Scrooge, his usual smug grin gone, replaced by an impatient scowl. His gold-tipped cane taps rhythmically on the floor, each knock echoing like a clock counting down to his temper exploding.]
Cratchit (sighing, then speaking in his soft but steady voice):
"Thank you, fans of NPCW, for continuing to support us. Tonight, I have a special announcement to read on behalf of this office."
📹 [He reaches for a folded sheet of official-looking paper. Adjusting his spectacles, Cratchit clears his throat and begins to read, while Scrooge leans forward with narrowed eyes, practically boring holes through the page.]
Cratchit (reading carefully):
"A few weeks ago, it was announced that the Scrooge Sports Network would be the exclusive home of NPCW, and the exclusive broadcaster of all NPCW events. However…"
📹 [A murmur ripples through the crowd as Cratchit pauses, visibly uncomfortable, glancing once at Scrooge before continuing.]
Cratchit:
"...NPCW has an existing contract with the Non Stop Fantasy Wrestling Action Network. Therefore, in fulfillment of that agreement, NPCW special events will continue to be broadcast there. The Scrooge Sports Network will, however, continue to broadcast all NPCW weekly events and will remain the exclusive home of Chill Factor."
📹 [Cratchit lowers the paper with a faint sigh of relief, though he immediately straightens to address the fans one last time.]
Cratchit (firm but weary):
"Thank you, NPCW fans… that is all for tonight’s Commissioner’s segment."
📹 [As Cratchit sets the page down, the camera lingers a moment longer. Scrooge leans in close, his voice dripping with venom as the microphone barely picks it up.]
Scrooge (muttering, but loud enough):
"Stupid lawyers."
📹 [Cratchit’s jaw tightens, but he does not respond. The camera cuts away to the crowd, who are buzzing — some chanting “N-S- F-W-A!” while others boo Scrooge loudly, the tension between legal obligation and Scrooge’s empire hanging heavy over the arena.]
Johnny: Fans, we are kicking off Polar Power with a match that could have major implications for the women’s division. It’s Goldie Locks, the former Queen of the North Champion, trying to shake off a slump—she’s dropped three straight—against the debuting Thimble Hex from the Iron Ring Academy.
Eddie: Slump? That’s putting it kindly. Goldie’s been spiraling faster than Santa’s sleigh in a thunderstorm. Tonight she’s in the ring with Thimble Hex, a young powerhouse with nothing to lose. I think Hex is gonna turn Goldie into fool’s gold.
[Bell rings]
Johnny: And here we go—Goldie wastes no time, Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! She takes Hex right off her feet!
Eddie: Beginner’s luck, Johnny. Thimble Hex is just feeling her out. Goldie should enjoy this while it lasts.
Johnny: Another Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! Goldie’s got the momentum early—she knows she can’t afford to start slow tonight.
Eddie: Or maybe she’s panicking, throwing her whole bag of tricks at once. That’s desperation if you ask me.
Johnny: Both women on their feet—Goldie with a Running Dropkick! But Hex answers with a Senton right across the chest! What a counter by the rookie!
Eddie: Now that’s what I’m talking about! Big impact, none of this flipping around nonsense. Thimble Hex is here to crush people, and Goldie is the perfect test dummy.
Johnny: Goldie fires back—Handspring Back Elbow Smash! She’s finding her rhythm tonight.
Eddie: If you call running headfirst into someone’s arms a rhythm, sure.
Johnny: Oh! Hex turns the tables—Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Goldie got folded in half!
Eddie: That’s how you throw someone, Johnny! You see that? She landed like yesterday’s laundry!
Johnny: Goldie trying to regain control—she tosses Hex out of the ring, referee starting the count—
Eddie: Smart move by Hex, she’s regrouping, getting her head together. She knows how to stretch this out.
Johnny: Back in the ring now, Goldie connects with a Diving Lariat! But Hex again answers with raw power, a Saito Suplex!
Eddie: That’s the difference, Johnny—technique versus power. Technique gets you cheers, power gets you wins.
Johnny: Both women laying it in—Goldie with a Gutwrench Suplex, Hex fires back with a Clothesline!
Eddie: Look at Hex, still standing tall. Goldie’s throwing the kitchen sink and this rookie hasn’t even blinked.
Johnny: Another Tilt-a-Whirl from Goldie—but Hex plants her with a Powerslam!
Eddie: I told you! Goldie flies, Hex slams, and we all know which one does the damage.
Johnny: Goldie with another Diving Lariat! Hex drops down on top with a Big Splash! Back and forth action here!
Eddie: Don’t let this fool you, Johnny—Goldie’s running on fumes. Hex is just softening her up before the kill.
Johnny: Another Big Splash! Goldie takes the punishment—this one might be slipping away from her—
Eddie: Pack it in, Goldie, the Hex is real!
Johnny: Wait a second—Goldie with the Twin City Twister Surfboard! She’s got it cinched in, middle of the ring!
Eddie: No, no, no, rookie mistake! Don’t tap, Hex—fight it—!
Johnny: She taps! She taps! Goldie Locks breaks the slump with a submission victory!
Johnny (excited): Goldie Locks proving tonight that she still belongs at the very top of NPCW’s women’s division! That’s a big win to silence the doubters.
Eddie (snarling): Oh, please. She beat a rookie in her first TV match. That doesn’t make you a star again, it makes you a bully.
Johnny: Call it what you want, Eddie, but Goldie Locks just might have her confidence back—and that could spell trouble for the whole women’s roster!
WINNER - Goldie Locks defeats Thimble Hex via submission at the 12 minute mark.
DEMONS VS WOLVES
The camera cuts backstage to Smooth Samantha standing in the interview zone, elegant in a flowing yellow dress, microphone in hand. Behind her looms the entire Wolf Pack: Big Bad Wolf front and center, draped in his leather vest with toothpick hanging from his lips, oozing swagger. At his side are the sleek and fierce Moonshadow and Moon Silver, both with predatory stares, and just behind them the hulking twin enforcers, the Howlers, arms folded, snarling as they pace.
Samantha (brightly): Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here, and I am joined by the Wolf Pack. Big Bad Wolf, the Pack has been circling the Demonic Legion for weeks now, and the rivalry seems to grow more personal by the day. What’s driving this bad blood?
Big Bad Wolf (smirks, low growl in his voice): Chica, it’s simple. Respect. Moonshadow here, she’s been chasing that Queen of the North title, she’s been puttin’ in the work, puttin’ down the prey. And what does Lilith do? She treats her like she’s nothin’. Like the Pack is nothin’. You don’t disrespect the Pack, Samantha. You don’t disrespect family. Because when you come after one of us… you deal with all of us.
(Moonshadow bares her teeth, Moon Silver nods sharply, and the Howlers slam their fists together in unison. The energy is feral.)
Samantha (turning the mic): And tonight, Big Bad, you’ve got a huge singles match against Abaddon. Both of you are former Northern Lights Champions. What’s your mindset heading into this fight?
Big Bad Wolf (grins, flicking his toothpick to the floor): My mindset? Easy, chica. I want to send a message. You wanna lead a Legion? You wanna call yourself monsters? Fine. But when I beat Abaddon down in the middle of that ring, it’s a message to the whole Demonic Legion. The Pack ain’t runnin’ scared. The Pack is huntin’, and tonight? We’re sniffin’ demon blood.
(The Pack howls as one, loud and primal, the Howlers throwing back their heads, Moonshadow’s piercing cry carrying through the hallway. Samantha looks slightly rattled by the noise—then the mood changes as shadows fall over the group. Krampus lumbers into frame, horns scraping the light, with Grinch Heyman smirking just behind him.)
Krampus (snarling): Wolf… this is our time. The Demonic Legion rules the dark, and your Pack? Your time has passed. Abaddon will tear you apart and leave you broken, like all the rest.
Big Bad Wolf (steps nose to nose with Krampus, unflinching): Big man, you don’t scare me. You don’t scare any of us. The Pack doesn’t bow to demons—we hunt them. And right now, all I smell is fear… and blood. Demon blood.
(The Pack erupts into another howl, surrounding their leader for a moment before they storm off toward the ring. Samantha keeps her poise but looks visibly shaken. Krampus glares after them, fists clenched, while Grinch Heyman rubs his hands together and cackles.)
Grinch Heyman (mocking): Oh, my, my… the little wolves think they’re the hunters. But in the end, Krampus, we know who really rules this forest.
Camera fades back to ringside.
Johnny: Wow! What intensity from the Wolf Pack, Eddie! Big Bad Wolf not backing down an inch from Krampus, and making it clear he’s out to send a message to the Demonic Legion tonight!
Eddie: Intensity? Johnny, that’s insanity. Krampus just told him plain and simple—this is the Legion’s time. Big Bad should’ve taken that advice, packed up his Pack, and gone home before they all get chewed up.
Johnny: Well, we’re about to find out, because coming up next—Big Bad Wolf goes one-on-one with the monstrous Abaddon! Stay with us!
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for our second contest of the evening, and what a battle this is going to be—Big Bad Wolf, leader of the Wolf Pack, squaring off with the monster of the Demonic Legion, Abaddon!
Eddie: Let me just save everybody some time, Johnny—Big Bad Wolf is about to be turned into a chew toy. Abaddon doesn’t just win matches, he destroys people. And with Lilith at ringside? Forget about it.
Johnny: Well, Wolf isn’t coming alone either, Eddie. He’s got the entire Pack at his side—Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and the Howlers! This is shaping up to be an all-out clash of dominance!
Johnny: And here we go! Big Bad Wolf wastes no time—he’s got Abaddon in an abdominal stretch, wrenching that torso early!
Eddie: Cheap, Johnny. That’s what this is. It’s desperation, because Wolf knows if Abaddon gets one good shot in, this thing’s over!
Johnny: Wolf wrenching it in tight—Abaddon just grits his teeth, absorbing the punishment!
Johnny: Second minute of the contest—Lilith shouting encouragement to her monster! And look at this—Big Bad Wolf rubbing Abaddon’s face right into the mat!
Eddie: Oh, real classy. Real tough guy move. Rub a man’s face in the mat. You know who wouldn’t need to do that? Abaddon—if Lilith wasn’t being held back by those wolves, she’d step in and show him herself!
Johnny: And now the Howlers are howling on the outside, distracting the referee—classic Wolf Pack tactics!
Eddie: That’s illegal! Throw them out, ref! This is supposed to be a match, not a kennel club meeting!
Johnny: Oh my! Big Bad Wolf explodes with a SAVAGE SPEAR! Abaddon is down hard!
Eddie: No, no, no! He’s caught off guard, Johnny, it won’t last!
Johnny: Another big move here—clawing at the back of Abaddon! He’s trying to tear the monster down piece by piece! Cover by Big Bad Wolf! One, two—NO! Abaddon powers out!
Eddie: Ha! I told you! He’s too strong! You can’t just lay on a monster and expect him to stay down!
Johnny: Wolf loading up again—ANOTHER SAVAGE SPEAR! He’s got him dead to rights! Cover! One, two, three—it’s over! Big Bad Wolf has pinned Abaddon!
Eddie: No way! No way! The Pack had to stack the deck to get it done! Lilith’s monster deserves better than this!
WINNER: Big Bad Wolf defeats Abaddon via Pinfall at the 6-minute mark
Big Bad Wolf snatches a microphone as Abaddon lies clutching his ribs. The Wolf Pack gathers around, the crowd howling with them.
Big Bad Wolf (pointing at Lilith on the floor): You see this, Lilith? This is what’s waiting for you when Moonshadow steps into that ring! You disrespect the Pack—you get torn apart. Tonight it was Abaddon. Next time? It’s gonna be you.
The Pack unleashes a primal howl in unison before strutting out of the ring, leaving Abaddon and Lilith seething inside.
Suddenly, the arena lights flicker. From under the ring, a cloaked figure emerges—black hood, white-and-black face paint gleaming under the spotlights. He slides in, waiting until Abaddon staggers to his knees—then unleashes a vicious assault! A flurry of strikes, capped off by a brutal running knee to the skull. Abaddon crumples.
The figure pulls back his hood, revealing—ROBIN HOOD, looking darker, meaner, almost unrecognizable. The crowd erupts.
Johnny: Wait a minute—ROBIN HOOD?!? Robin Hood is back!
Eddie: What?! Why is he going after Abaddon?! He should be on his knees thanking Lilith for ever even looking at him!
Robin turns to Lilith, his voice cold, bitter.
Robin Hood: I’m coming for everyone around you.
He drops the mic, leaving Lilith wide-eyed and shaken for the first time in weeks, standing over her fallen monster as Robin Hood disappears into the crowd.
Johnny: My word! Robin Hood has returned, and he’s targeting Lilith and her entire Legion!
Eddie: This is madness! Somebody get control of this show, Johnny, it’s falling apart!
Johnny: Fans, we’ve got another debut match here in NPCW! Two teams fresh out of the Iron Ring Academy, both hungry to make a name for themselves. On one side, Beauty and the Beast—Bella Aurelia and Ursa Titania—one of the most talked about teams to come out of the academy in years.
Eddie: And on the other side, Johnny, we’ve got the Patchwork Dolls—Paige and Peg tonight, but don’t forget there are four of them! This is a group stitched together, literally and figuratively, by the Puppetmaster, and I like their chances. They’re unpredictable, and unpredictability beats “pretty and powerful” any day.
Johnny: It’s the classic story—the polished team everyone expects to succeed against the misfit Dolls who thrive on chaos. Let’s go to the ring!
Johnny: Bella Aurelia starting off with Paige of the Dolls, and Bella’s showing that polish right away—hip toss into a little pose for the crowd!
Eddie: Oh, spare me. Pose later, win first. And look at Paige—snapmare, chinlock! That’s grit. That’s Dolls’ style. Grind down the glamour.
Johnny: Tags made on both sides—Ursa Titania and Peg are in now! Ursa with that grinding headlock, clamping down on the smaller Doll!
Eddie: Yeah, but that’s the problem with Ursa. Too big, too strong, too slow. And Peg drives her right into the buckle! Smash her head in!
Johnny: Bella back in—Kiss of Fate! That superkick right on the button! Paula’s down!
Eddie: But she’s not out, Johnny. And thanks to that genius Puppetmaster on the outside, the Dolls stay alive.
Johnny: Look at this—double team from Paula and Peg! Facebuster, monkey flip, the Dolls are swarming Titania!
Eddie: That’s what I’m talking about! They don’t play fair, they play smart.
Johnny: Titania fires back—Cursebreak! Sit-out powerbomb! She nearly drove Paula through the mat!
Eddie: And what did it get her? Nothing! Because the Dolls don’t stop coming. Look at this—another round of double-teaming! Paula with that mirror smash, Peg with the monkey flip!
Johnny: Titania trying to shake them off, goes for the choke slam—but Paula reverses! She spins it into a toe hold!
Eddie: Genius! You can’t teach that kind of instinct. The Dolls are in control, Johnny, and Beauty and the Beast don’t even realize they’re losing it!
Johnny: The Dolls double up again—facebuster, dropkick combo! Titania’s down!
Eddie: She’s not just down—she’s done!
Johnny: Paula hooks the leg—one, two, three! That’s it! The Patchwork Dolls have just scored an upset win over Beauty and the Beast in their very first NPCW match!
WINNER: Patchwork Dolls (Paige & Peg) defeat Beauty and the Beast via Pinfall at the 14-minute mark
Johnny: Eddie, what a shocker! The Dolls, with the Puppetmaster pulling the strings, just knocked off the team everyone had circled as the next big thing!
Eddie: Shock? I’m not shocked, Johnny. The Puppetmaster told them what to do, they did it, and they won. Beauty and the Beast are just hype. The Dolls are the real deal, and now everybody knows it.
WE ARE GOING TO BLOW THE PLACE UP!
The camera cuts backstage to the interview zone, where Smooth Samantha stands poised in a sleek yellow dress, mic in hand. Beside her are the North Star Tag Team Champions, the Blonde Bombshells — Alice (of Wonderland) and Dorothy (of Oz) — along with their mentor and leader, Goldie Locks. All three wear their signature black hoodies, hoods half-draped over their blonde hair, kendo sticks resting casually across their shoulders. The crowd in the arena pops as they appear on the big screen.
Samantha: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests — the reigning North Star Tag Team Champions, the Blonde Bombshells, Alice and Dorothy… joined tonight by their mentor, former Queen of the North Champion, Goldie Locks.
The Bombshells nod, belts gleaming on Alice and Dorothy’s shoulders as the fans cheer again. Samantha turns her attention to Goldie first.
Samantha: Goldie, I want to start with you. It’s no secret the last few weeks haven’t gone the way you wanted. But you’ve always been a fighter, so what’s next for you?
Goldie Locks: [smirks, adjusting the kendo stick across her shoulders] Samantha, a couple losses don’t define Goldie Locks. These? [she taps the stick] Just little bumps in the road. I’ve been stalked for months now by La Bruja Muerte and the Witch’s Coven, trying to drag me down into their twisted world. Well, I’m not running. I’m not hiding. La Bruja wants me? She’s got me. And I’ll start climbing my way right back into contention by breaking the Coven’s spell—starting with her.
The crowd cheers as Goldie steps back, eyes cold and focused. Samantha pivots to the tag champs.
Samantha: Dorothy, Alice — the tag division is heating up. Teams like Beauty and the Beast, the Patchwork Dolls, even the Grimm Sisters are all arriving in NPCW. That’s a lot of competition circling your titles.
Dorothy: [grinning confidently, adjusts her belt] Bring ‘em all. We’re not afraid of anyone. These belts mean we’re the top of this division, and anybody that wants a shot better come ready, because the Blonde Bombshells don’t back down. We’ll take on every last one of them.
Alice: [nodding, leaning forward] That’s right. Dark Ritual? Bring your shadows. Queens of Punishment? Bring your cruelty. Queens of Despair? Bring your misery. It doesn’t matter. We’ll put these titles on the line against anyone. In fact—why wait? Next week, on Northern Belles, Dorothy and I are putting these championships on the line against the Queens of Despair—Regina and Malice!
The crowd pops loudly at the announcement. Samantha looks surprised, eyes widening.
Samantha: Wow! You heard it here first — next week on Northern Belles, the Bombshells defend the gold against Regina and Malice!
Goldie Locks: [steps forward, smiling proudly] That’s why I ride with them. No fear. No backing down. Just bombs away.
The three Bombshells glance at each other knowingly, then in perfect sync, they slam their kendo sticks against the floor with a deafening STOMP! The pyro graphic KA-BOOM explodes across the screen as they shout together:
Bombshells: We are here to blow the place up! KA-BOOM!
The crowd in the arena roars in response as Samantha takes a step back, caught up in the energy, and the camera fades out on the trio, the champions raising their belts high with their mentor at their side.
Here’s a tight cutaway transition for Johnny & Eddie at the desk, keeping their personalities intact while hyping up the Bombshells’ bold challenge:
Johnny: Fans, you heard it right there! Next week on Northern Belles, the Blonde Bombshells put the North Star Tag Team Championships on the line against the Queens of Despair — Regina and Malice!
Eddie: That’s not bold, Johnny, that’s reckless! The Queens of Despair are vicious, cunning, and downright cruel. Alice and Dorothy just signed their own walking papers.
Johnny: Or maybe, Eddie, they just proved once again why they’re the fighting champions of this division. No ducking, no dodging, just taking on all comers!
Eddie: [shaking his head] And next week, they’re gonna get blown up by their own “KA-BOOM!” mark my words.
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for tag team action here on Polar Power! And what a challenge in front of the newcomers — the North Pole Express, Gary Garland and Mickey Mistletoe, making their NPCW debut against none other than the reigning Tag Team Champions, the Beasts!
Eddie: Johnny, this isn’t a challenge — this is a death sentence! The Beasts are unstoppable, they’re monstrous, they’re savage! And they’ve got Beastmaster Marcus barking orders and Polly Mason working her twisted music at ringside. Garland and Mistletoe? They’ll be lucky to walk out of the North Pole Arena tonight.
Johnny: I’ll say this, Eddie — the Primal Horde has been running roughshod. Mean Jack Mason with the North Pole Championship, and these Beasts with the Tag Titles. But the question is, who’s going to step up? The division’s wide open. Friar Tuck and Little John, Rapido Rojo and Peter Cottontail, the Polar Bears, the Jolly Elves, maybe even Santa and Kris Kringle!
Eddie: [snorts] Santa and Kris Kringle? Give me a break! The Beasts would eat that team for breakfast. And as for the Express, Johnny, you ever see a reindeer get flattened by a train? That’s what’s about to happen here.
Johnny: Fans, here we go — non-title tag team action, and what a test for the debuting North Pole Express! Garland and Mistletoe, both Iron Ring Academy graduates, facing the unstoppable NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Beasts!
Eddie: Test? This is a slaughter waiting to happen, Johnny. The Primal Horde doesn’t give out tests, they give out nightmares! Look at Polly Mason at ringside already, singing that creepy little ditty of hers — the Express are doomed.
Johnny: Beast 1 starting things off with Gary Garland — collar and elbow tie-up — and Beast 1 muscles him right up and bang! A back suplex sends Garland bouncing!
Eddie: Welcome to NPCW, kid! That’s the difference between a champion and a rookie.
Johnny: Garland back up, though — quickness on his side — atomic drop! That rattled Beast 1! The crowd liked that one!
Eddie: Yeah, congratulations, you annoyed him. Big mistake.
Johnny: Tag made to Beast 2 — and now the Beasts double-teaming Garland — headlock into a headbutt, and Garland is down!
Eddie: Look at the precision. These monsters aren’t just brutes, they’re a well-oiled machine.
Johnny: Garland trying to fight out — he ducks a charge — dropkick! He got Beast 2 off his feet! Garland showing life here!
Eddie: That was luck. Gravity does most of the work on a dropkick.
Johnny: Beast 2 regains control, driving Garland into the corner. And here comes Polly Mason — Honest Abe’s distracted — she’s twirling and singing that eerie tune, throwing Garland completely off balance!
Eddie: See? Teamwork! That’s what champions do, Johnny. You call it cheating, I call it brilliance.
Johnny: Beast 2 grinding down with a side headlock, and Garland is in trouble. He needs a tag desperately.
Eddie: He needs an ambulance.
Johnny: Garland wriggles free — and he makes the tag! Mickey Mistletoe’s in! The fans are on their feet!
Eddie: Oh great, here comes Santa’s little helper.
Johnny: Mistletoe off the ropes — swinging slam! He just floored Beast 1! Now climbing the ropes — top rope splash! He nailed it! The cover — one, two — no! Beast 1 kicks out at two!
Eddie: Of course he did, he’s a Beast! You’re not pinning them with a splash, Johnny. This isn’t story time, this is real.
Johnny: The Express with some momentum here — Garland and Mistletoe working in tandem — double dropkick! They’ve got Beast 1 staggered! The champs are reeling!
Eddie: You call that reeling? I call that letting the kids get a false sense of hope before tearing them limb from limb.
Johnny: Back to the center now — Gary Garland with an arm drag on Beast 2! This rookie team isn’t backing down!
Eddie: They should. Run home to mama while you still can!
Johnny: Mistletoe back in — shoulder block takes down Beast 1! He’s going for another — but wait, Beast 2 cuts him off! Double team by the champs — vertical suplex from Beast 2, headbutt from Beast 1 — oh my goodness!
Eddie: That is why they’re champions! That’s the end of the Express line right there!
Johnny: But somehow Mistletoe is still moving — throwing chops in the corner — tossing Beast 2 to the outside! Honest Abe starts the count — one, two, three… up to eight — and Beast 2 makes it back in! What heart from Mickey Mistletoe!
Johnny: But the damage may have been done — Mistletoe favoring that shoulder. Beast 1 scoops him up — throws him out of the ring! Mistletoe crashes hard to the floor!
Eddie: Ohh, I think he landed right on that injured shoulder. Johnny, this kid’s done.
Johnny: Beast 2 rolls him back in — sets him up — vertical suplex! What impact! Cover — one, two, three — and that’s it.
Eddie: Hah! I told you, Johnny. The Beasts don’t get derailed. They feast! And tonight the Express got devoured.
Johnny: A tough showing for the debuting North Pole Express, but tonight, the champions of the Primal Horde stand tall again.
WINNERS: THE BEASTS defeat NORTH POLE EXPRESS via PINFALL at the 19-minute mark (Vertical Suplex on Mickey Mistletoe).
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for Match 5 here on Polar Power, and what a clash we’ve got—Snow White, the fairest of them all, takes on a debuting star with a dangerous pedigree, Shade Grimm!
Eddie: Dangerous pedigree? Johnny, let’s be real—Shade Grimm is Grimm family royalty! Her sister Glint is already making waves later tonight, and Shade is about to carve her name into NPCW history at Snow White’s expense.
Johnny: Snow White has made a name for herself standing up for others, Eddie—just last week she came to Penny Coppersnap’s defense when Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, was pushing her around. Snow White’s got the courage, the heart, and the fans behind her tonight.
Eddie: Courage and heart? Those won’t help you when your face gets stomped into the mat.
Johnny: Snow White right out of the gate with that Gilded Grip—arm drag into the arm bar! She’s trying to slow Shade Grimm down early.
Eddie: That’s cute, Johnny, but watch this—oh! Shade Grimm with a lifting curb stomp! That’ll rearrange Snow White’s smile. Welcome to the big leagues, Shade!
Johnny: Legsweep DDT! Shade Grimm planting Snow White, and she’s asserting herself in her debut.
Eddie: That’s what I love—efficient, nasty, and to the point. You don’t waste time with storybook nonsense.
Johnny: Snow White again with the Gilded Grip! But Shade counters—Widow’s Kiss! That Unprettier nearly drove Snow White through the canvas!
Eddie: That’s it, Johnny! Ring the bell—new star born right here!
Johnny: Cover by Shade Grimm after the Legsweep DDT! One—no! Snow White kicks out!
Eddie: Honest Abe needs to learn how to count faster. That was three if I’ve ever seen it.
Johnny: Snow White firing up! Kiss of Spite! She caught Shade flush with that knee!
Eddie: Yeah, enjoy your little flurry, Johnny. Grimm bloodlines don’t stay down long.
Johnny: Seven Lock Curse! She’s got it cinched in!
Eddie: Don’t tap, Shade! Don’t you dare embarrass your family name!
Johnny: KISS OF LIFE! Bridging Dragon Suplex! She’s got her stacked up—no! Shade Grimm barely survives!
Eddie: Whew… my heart skipped a beat, Johnny.
Johnny: Release German Suplex! Cover! One, two—Snow White out at two!
Eddie: Come on! That was tighter than a candy cane wrapper!
Johnny: Apple Splitter! Snow White spiking Shade!
Eddie: She’s stealing moves out of desperation!
Johnny: Fairest Fall Moonsault! She’s throwing everything she has!
Eddie: And Shade still kicks out—because she’s Grimm, Johnny, Grimm!
Johnny: Happily Never After!!! Snow White connects with that super swinging neckbreaker! She’s got the cover! One, two, three! She got her!!!
Eddie: No! No! Not like this! This is a travesty, Johnny. Shade Grimm had her beat ten times over.
Johnny: The debuting Shade Grimm looked impressive, but tonight, it’s Snow White who shines brightest in the North Pole Arena!
WINNER: Snow White defeats Shade Grimm via Pinfall at the 30:00 mark
THE THORN IN HER SIDE
[Scene: The bell has just rung. Snow White’s hand is raised by Honest Abe as the crowd cheers wildly. She wipes sweat from her brow, celebrating her hard-fought victory over Shade Grimm.]
Johnny: What a performance by Snow White! She stood tall, overcame a brutal debut by Shade Grimm, and she’s looking stronger than ever!
Eddie: Stronger? Please, Johnny, she got lucky. Shade Grimm practically had her beat at least half a dozen times. If that’s what passes for “royalty” in NPCW, the kingdom is doomed.
[Suddenly, ominous harp and violin music cuts through the cheers. The arena lights dim slightly, and out walks Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns. She is draped in her thorn-laced black-and-crimson gown, a sneer etched across her face as she carries a microphone.]
Rosalyn (cutting promo, dripping disdain):
“Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I look upon this ring, and all I see is mediocrity pretending to wear a crown. NPCW has become overrun with pretenders—Penny Coppersnap, Clara Cobweb, even Glint Grimm, who I’m supposed to waste my time with tonight. Girls playing dress-up in the Queen’s court. My court.”
[She takes a slow step closer to the ring, glaring daggers at Snow White.]
Rosalyn:
“But none of them offend me more than you, Snow White. A peasant girl plucked from the gutters, pretending to be royalty. You did not earn that tiara, nor the cheers of these simpletons. You married a prince—lucked into a crown you were never worthy of wearing. You are no queen… you are gutter trash masquerading as majesty.”
[The crowd erupts in boos. Snow White, still catching her breath, snatches a mic from the timekeeper and defiantly points it at Rosalyn.]
Snow White (fired up):
“Say whatever you want about me, Rosalyn. Call me a peasant, call me a pretender. But I’ll tell you what I am—I am a fighter. I don’t need a crown to prove my worth in this ring, and I don’t need to mistreat others to remind myself I’m important. These people know who I am—and they know what you are: a bully hiding behind thorns!”
[The crowd roars. Rosalyn smirks coldly and begins walking down the ramp, microphone still in hand.]
Rosalyn (cutting her off):
“A bully? No, little Snow, I am the Queen. And queens crush peasants beneath their heels.”
[Snow White throws her hood back, stepping toward the ropes, inviting Rosalyn into the ring. Rosalyn climbs onto the apron, sneering, when suddenly security officials and referees slide in between them. The two women lunge at each other, mics thrown aside—Snow White shouting furiously, Rosalyn smirking as she reaches out to claw at her. They nearly come to blows before being torn apart.]
Johnny: These two want to tear each other apart right now!
Eddie: Rosalyn’s just putting the peasant in her place, Johnny. This is Rosalyn’s kingdom, and Snow White doesn’t belong in it!
[Security holds Snow White back in the ring as Rosalyn slowly backs away down the ramp, fixing her crown and preparing for her scheduled match. The crowd is hot as she smirks and points toward Snow White.]
Johnny: Fans, things are reaching a boiling point between Snow White and the Queen of Thorns! But up next, Rosalyn has her hands full—she’s set to face Glint Grimm, and you’ve got to believe Snow White will be watching closely.
Johnny: Here we go! Rosalyn Queen of Thorns is making her presence felt, and she’s ready to show the Grimm Sisters exactly what royalty looks like!
Eddie: Johnny, you can feel it in the air! Rosalyn isn’t just wrestling—she’s educating these peasants. Glint Grimm? She’s about to learn her place in the NPCW hierarchy.
Johnny: Glint Grimm is showing some courage, though! Running straight at Rosalyn—oh! Huntsman executes a blindside shield to start the match with authority.
Eddie: Authority? Ha! More like showing off for her Queen! Glint can get knocked around all she wants; she still doesn’t have the pedigree to hang in this ring.
Johnny: Rosalyn now moving in on Glint! She’s strapping in the Crown of Thorns Fujiwara Armbar! That’s a submission hold that can leave marks for weeks!
Eddie: Look at the technique, Johnny! This is why they call her Queen of Thorns. She’s precision, power, and pure dominance all rolled into one. Grimm doesn’t know what’s coming.
Johnny: Glint refuses to submit! She’s powering out—wow, what heart for a debuting competitor!
Eddie: Heart won’t save her, Johnny! It’s like trying to fight a lion with a feather. She’s just delaying the inevitable.
Johnny: Rosalyn doesn’t hesitate. Into a Crimson Requiem! The crowd gasps as she lifts Glint and drives her down with authority.
Eddie: And the crowd can gasp all they want. Rosalyn is showing them exactly why she’s top of the NPCW food chain. This isn’t just wrestling—it’s royal justice!
Johnny: The Queen continues her punishment, moving into a Scepter Snap! Glint absorbs the punishment, but she’s still moving.
Eddie: That’s called resilience, Johnny… but it’s misplaced. You can’t defy royalty without paying a price. And right now, Glint is paying in full.
Johnny: Glint Grimm fights back with a Phantom Fall! Big neckbreaker on Rosalyn!
Eddie: Oh, I’ll give her that one, Johnny—momentary luck. But one good move doesn’t make you a Queen. Look at the confidence on Rosalyn’s face—she’s barely fazed.
Johnny: Rosalyn now with a Royal Constriction! Venus de Milo Double Armbar! She’s trying to wear Glint down methodically.
Eddie: Methodically is right. This is a lesson in submission, control, and showing who belongs in the ring. Glint? She’s just a student who didn’t know she signed up for a masterclass.
Johnny: Into a Dagger Bloom! Hammerlock DDT connects! The crowd is on its feet!
Eddie: Of course! Look at that! That’s wrestling perfection, Johnny! The Queen reigns supreme!
Johnny: Glint Grimm refuses to stay down! She’s showing incredible resilience for a rookie.
Eddie: Resilience doesn’t win championships, Johnny. Submitting to the Queen does. And we’re not there yet.
Johnny: Rosalyn keeps Glint on the mat, punishing her with a GLASS GARDEN SLAM! Side leg sweep into an arm-trap slam—every move is executed with surgical precision.
Eddie: Look at that, Johnny! Technique, timing, dominance. The Queen is teaching another Grimm Sister a lesson she’ll never forget.
Johnny: Glint attempts a desperate Death’s Whisper reverse DDT, but Rosalyn counters into another ROYAL CONSTRICTION! She’s methodically draining Glint’s strength!
Eddie: Draining strength? Ha! She’s draining hope, Johnny! Glint can’t compete with royalty, and the lesson is loud and clear.
Johnny: Glint finally manages a Soul Scoop, giving her a brief breather—but Rosalyn just smirks. She knows she’s in control.
Eddie: Smirks, Johnny? That’s a Queen asserting dominance. Glint might be flashy, but flashy doesn’t cut it against authority.
Johnny: Huntsman is out again, providing tactical support—Glint can’t catch a break!
Eddie: Tactical support? Johnny, that’s royal protection! Everyone in NPCW knows you don’t face the Queen without consequences!
Johnny: But Glint fights back with everything she’s got! That’s a Veil Breaker! She’s keeping the fight alive!
Eddie: Barely alive, Johnny. The Queen is still in control. She lets her subjects think they’re contenders, just long enough to break them.
Johnny: And now… DAGGER BLOOM! Hammerlock DDT into the pin!
Eddie: And that’s it, Johnny! Another lesson in authority! Glint Grimm falls, and Rosalyn Queen of Thorns proves once again why she is the pinnacle of NPCW!
ROSALYN QUEEN OF THORNS DEFEATS GLINT GRIMM VIA PINFALL at the 20 MINUTE MARK
Johnny: Welcome back, folks! This tag team matchup is heating up the Polar Power ring, as Grim Tidings’ own Belsnickel and Hans Trapp take on the high-flying duo of Rapido Rojo and Peter Cottontail!
Eddie: Oh, Johnny, it’s about time someone put these glorified holiday mascots in their place. Belsnickel and Hans Trapp are the real deal! These two aren’t just wrestlers—they’re enforcers of order… Grim Tidings’ order!
Johnny: The bell rings! Belsnickel goes right after Peter Cottontail with a sharp Knecht Kick! But Peter slides out and reverses the momentum. Quick reactions from Cottontail!
Eddie: Quick reactions? Ha! More like beginner’s luck. That’s all it is. Belsnickel will remind him exactly who he’s dealing with.
Johnny: Hans Trapp tags in, and they start double teaming Peter. Belsnickel with a Sunset Flip, Hans Trapp with a Throw Out of Ring! This is textbook tag team coordination.
Eddie: Look at the teamwork, Johnny! You don’t get this kind of synergy from a pair of candy-coated amateurs! Peter and Rojo are lucky they even get off the mat.
Johnny: Rapido Rojo now leaps in with a crossbody! Peter’s flying moves are keeping the fight alive, but Belsnickel absorbs the attack.
Eddie: Absorbs it like a pro, Johnny. These guys are a tag team machine. Rojo and Cottontail? They’re just cute and fast, but they lack the power, the intelligence… the sheer authority of Grim Tidings!
Johnny: Hans Trapp with a big Harvest Reaping boot on Peter! That connected solidly!
Eddie: Solid? That’s punishing, Johnny! That’s the kind of move that makes a statement in the tag division!
Johnny: Belsnickel comes off the ropes with a Ringing the Bell lariat! He tags out to Hans Trapp, keeping the offensive pressure relentless.
Eddie: And why shouldn’t they be relentless? They’re running circles around these rookies! Fenwick Grimbough might have been removed from Chill Factor, but he’s still got influence, and Grim Tidings runs this match!
Johnny: Oh! Fenwick accidentally hits the referee with the rulebook! But Honest Abe is letting the match continue.
Eddie: Of course he is! Johnny, come on, it’s Grim Tidings—they always get away with it! No way you stop this juggernaut!
Johnny: Rojo and Cottontail are rallying with a Deep Armdrag and Bulldog Lariat! The crowd is loving this underdog effort!
Eddie: Underdog? They’re just desperate! Grim Tidings will not be denied, and these kids are learning it the hard way!
Johnny: Hans Trapp back in! Harvest Reaping! Pin attempt! Two—kick out! Peter refuses to stay down!
Eddie: Kick out? Lucky again. Grim Tidings doesn’t need luck—they need submission and dominance, and that’s coming!
Johnny: Both teams now trading offense! Belsnickel with a Knecht Kick, Rapido with a dropkick counter! The action is nonstop!
Eddie: Nonstop? More like chaotic, Johnny. And Grim Tidings thrives in chaos. These kids are overwhelmed, and they know it.
Johnny: Midway through, the pace hasn’t slowed. Rapido Rojo executes a Sitdown Faceslam! That’s a big moment for the underdogs!
Eddie: Big moment, yes—but meaningless in the grand scheme. Grim Tidings will always have the upper hand. Remember, Fenwick has eyes everywhere!
Johnny: The final minutes! Belsnickel and Hans Trapp team up with a double-team Powerslam and Running Knee Drop! Rojo counters with a Leaping Judo Chop!
Eddie: Leaping Judo Chop? Ha! That’s cute, Johnny, but cute doesn’t beat ruthless efficiency. Grim Tidings dictated this entire match!
Johnny: After 30 grueling minutes, both teams are exhausted! The referee calls it a draw! What a brutal, back-and-forth contest!
Eddie: Draw? That’s a technicality, Johnny. Grim Tidings walked out just fine, still standing tall. The message is clear—chaos may fight back, but order… Grim Tidings’ order… will always endure.
BELSNICKEL & HANS TRAPP VS RAPIDO ROJO & PETER COTTONTAIL ENDS IN A DRAW at the 30 MINUTE MARK
THE NOT SO MERRY BAND
Smooth Samantha: (camera pans in) “We’re here backstage at Polar Power, and I’m joined by two key members of the Merry Band—Friar Tuck and Little John. Gentlemen, thanks for taking a moment. First off, the fans have been buzzing about Robin Hood’s new look… and of course, Maid Marion’s new look as well. What’s the story behind these changes?”
Friar Tuck: (adjusting his cloak, looking thoughtful) “Honestly, Samantha… I don’t know much. Robin and Marion haven’t really… spoken to each other since Shadowfall. And they haven’t really been talking to John or me either. It’s been… quiet. Too quiet, if you ask me. There’s tension there, sure, but it’s something only time can heal.”
Little John: (nodding) “He’s right. There’s a lot of history between them, and Shadowfall left some scars. It’s not just the looks—it’s the distance, the things left unsaid. Only time will tell if they’ll find a way back to each other. For now, they’re keeping to themselves.”
Smooth Samantha: (leaning in) “It sounds complicated, but sometimes separation brings clarity. Switching gears a little, Friar—tomorrow you have a big non-title match on Chill Factor against Sinister Klaus. What are your thoughts heading into that matchup?”
Friar Tuck: (a determined glint in his eye) “That Klaus… he’s not the man he pretends to be. Since showing up in NPCW, he’s hurt a lot of people. Too many good wrestlers have been left beaten and broken, and I’ve had enough. Tomorrow, I plan to knock some sense into him. Not just for me… but for everyone he’s wronged. He’s about to learn that the Merry Band doesn’t stand idly by while people get hurt.”
Smooth Samantha: (turning toward Little John) “And what about the Merry Band as a unit? Any plans moving forward?”
Little John: (smiling, fists clenched in determination) “Our band is strong, Samantha. We’ve been through worse than this. No matter what happens tomorrow, we’re committed to staying together. And right now, our eyes are set on the title belts held by The Beasts. They’ve been running roughshod over the tag division, and we’re ready to put an end to it.”
Friar Tuck: (nodding in agreement) “Exactly. The Merry Band isn’t just surviving—we’re fighting to thrive. We’re looking at the bigger picture, and those belts? They’re next. We’re coming for them, and nothing’s going to stop us.”
Smooth Samantha: (smiling at the camera) “There you have it, folks—Friar Tuck and Little John, standing united, determined, and ready to bring some justice to NPCW. Keep an eye on Chill Factor tomorrow—this is going to be one for the history books!”
[Camera fades backstage as the Merry Band shares a nod, tension still simmering in the air but their unity clear.]
[Arena lights dim, a red laser shoots from the rafters and the Hunters Enclave symbol is projected onto Sandman’s chest.]
Johnny: “My goodness! A red laser from the rafters, and—wait a minute—that’s the Hunters Enclave symbol! They’ve marked Sandman!”
Eddie: “Oh, that is low, Johnny. Typical Van Helsing and his pack of wolves. Sandman is the Northern Lights Champion, the most dominant wrestler of 2025, and he doesn’t need to play games. Hansel’s only chance is this smoke-and-mirrors intimidation nonsense.”
[Van Helsing’s voice booms.]
Van Helsing (voiceover): “Sandman… you are marked by the Enclave for the HUNT.”
Johnny: “Van Helsing making his presence known, even when he’s not here in person!”
Eddie: “Yeah, well, maybe he should show up himself instead of hiding in the shadows. Hansel doesn’t have the skill to beat Sandman one-on-one without Van Helsing’s ghost talk rattling the champion.”
Johnny: “And Sandman explodes out of the gate! CRADLE SUPLEX—Hansel slammed hard to the canvas!”
Eddie: “That’s the champ right there! No hesitation, no fear. Hansel can talk about the ‘Hunt’ all he wants, but when Sandman gets his hands on you, you’re the one being hunted.”
Johnny: “Hansel fighting back with a front facelock, but Sandman answers with a punishing BACKBREAKER!”
Eddie: “Listen to that impact! That’s why Sandman is undefeated—precision, power, and no wasted motion.”
Johnny: “Hansel with a flying forearm smash! He’s showing some guts here against the champion.”
Eddie: “Guts? More like desperation. He knows he’s outclassed. Hansel’s like a rabbit darting around trying not to get caught, but Sandman is the hawk circling above.”
Johnny: “Cross body by Hansel, taking Sandman off his feet again! The Enclave member stringing some offense together.”
Eddie: “Sure, he got a cross body—congratulations. You think that keeps Sandman down? No chance. This is the best in the world we’re talking about, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Hansel still landing those dropkicks, but Sandman keeps cutting him off with front kicks and suplexes. Both men trading momentum.”
Eddie: “Johnny, every time Hansel gets a move in, it’s because Sandman is still shaking off that ridiculous laser mark. Strip away the theatrics, and Hansel wouldn’t last five minutes.”
Johnny: “Belly-to-belly suplex by Hansel! He’s managing to keep the champion on edge tonight!”
Eddie: “I’ll give him credit, that was solid. But one big mistake, and Sandman will tuck him in for good.”
Johnny: “Sandman connects with the Spinning Fist Strike, but Hansel counters with another spinning toe hold. He’s targeting the legs of the champion!”
Eddie: “Smart idea, wrong opponent. Sandman isn’t just a striker—he’s versatile. You can’t ground a guy who can put you to sleep with a single shot of that Dust.”
Johnny: “Hansel goes for a pin—no! Sandman powers out at one! The champion is still very much alive!”
Eddie: “Exactly! That’s the difference between Hansel and Van Helsing—Van Helsing might be a world-class strategist, but Hansel? He’s just a pawn. And pawns don’t checkmate Sandman.”
Johnny: “Both men trading big shots now—fist strikes, forearms, everything they’ve got!”
Eddie: “Sandman thrives in this, Johnny. He’s calm in chaos. Look at Hansel—he’s sweating, he’s doubting himself, and every time he looks at that mark on Sandman’s chest, he convinces himself he’s got an edge. Spoiler: he doesn’t.”
Johnny: “Cradle Suplex by Sandman! He’s got Hansel down—cover—no, Hansel kicks out at one!”
Eddie: “Lucky break. Just lucky. Sandman had him right there.”
Johnny: “Hansel with a Boston Crab—Sandman trapped, but refusing to submit!”
Eddie: “Of course he won’t! This is Sandman we’re talking about—he’d rather crawl through broken glass than give Hansel the satisfaction.”
Johnny: “Back on their feet—Sandman with a standing clothesline! But Hansel fires back with an ATOMIC KNEEDROP! He’s going for the cover!”
Eddie: “No, no, no! Not like this! Kick out, Sandman!”
Johnny: “One… two… three! Oh my goodness! Hansel has pinned Sandman! Sandman’s undefeated streak is over!”
Eddie: “Are you kidding me?! That’s highway robbery, Johnny! Hansel doesn’t deserve to even share the ring with Sandman, and he steals it with one knee drop? This is an outrage!”
Hansel DEFEATS Sandman via Atomic Kneedrop at the 26 minute mark
CLOSING
[Camera cuts to the announce desk — Johnny “The Mic” Michaels looking energized but shaken, Eddie Ellington visibly frustrated, clutching his headset.]
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it has been here on Polar Power Episode 025 from the sold-out North Pole Arena! We’ve seen shocking twists, bitter rivalries ignite, and history made right before our eyes.”
Eddie: “Shocking twists? More like heartbreaking injustice, Johnny. I’m still steaming over what we just saw in that main event. Sandman’s undefeated streak snapped by Hansel of all people. A fluke! A lucky kneecap and some spooky lights from Van Helsing, and suddenly the greatest champion in NPCW takes an ‘L’? No way that sits right with me.”
Johnny: “I’ll admit it, Eddie, I’m as stunned as anyone. Hansel pulled off the upset of the year, and the champion—who has dominated all of 2025—looked vulnerable tonight. And that only adds fuel to the fire, because next week right here on Polar Power, Sandman will defend the Northern Lights Championship against Van Helsing himself!”
Eddie: “And you’d better believe Van Helsing is licking his chops. He marked Sandman tonight, Johnny, but Sandman doesn’t break that easily. If I were Van Helsing, I wouldn’t be overconfident.”
Johnny: “But that was only part of tonight’s story! Earlier we saw absolute chaos when Robin Hood—new look, new edge—emerged from the shadows and blindsided Abaddon after his grueling loss to the Big Bad Wolf!”
Eddie: “And that’s a disgrace, Johnny. Abaddon had already been through a war with that mangy mutt Big Bad Wolf—who, by the way, barely squeaked out a win thanks to sheer luck. Then Robin Hood, leather jacket and all, decides to make a statement at Abaddon’s expense? Typical. Wolf gets handed momentum he didn’t earn, Robin Hood plays vigilante, and Abaddon gets robbed of the spotlight he deserves.”
Johnny: “And how about the royal showdown? Rosalyn came out with venom on her tongue, calling Snow White ‘gutter trash,’ but Snow White stood tall, refused to back down, and those two nearly tore each other apart before security dragged them apart!”
Eddie: “Dragged apart for now. But you know as well as I do, Johnny, that’s not over. Rosalyn doesn’t tolerate pretenders, and Snow White doesn’t scare easy. Something’s gotta give there.”
Johnny: “Fans, we’ve had rivalries boil over, titles challenged, and an undefeated streak shattered, but the action doesn’t stop here. Tomorrow night, it continues on Chill Factor!”
Eddie: “That’s right—Hammer Washington and Brick Brody will be calling all the action, and what a card it is. Sinister Klaus—this man has terrorized NPCW for months—steps into the ring with Friar Tuck in a non-title clash. You think Tuck’s got the guts to knock some sense into that monster?”
Johnny: “We’ll find out tomorrow! Plus, the Beasts will collide with the Jolly Elves in what promises to be a hard-hitting tag team contest, and Marcus the Beastmaster will square off with Hansel after Hansel’s big victory tonight. It’s going to be an unforgettable show.”
Eddie: “And if that wasn’t enough, next week right here on Polar Power, history will be made. The Northern Lights Championship is on the line when Sandman, still the reigning and defending champion, faces his greatest challenge yet—the leader of the Hunters Enclave, Van Helsing. That’s a main event that could shake NPCW to its core.”
Johnny: “Mark your calendars, fans, because you won’t want to miss a second. For Eddie Ellington, I’m Johnny Michaels—thank you for joining us tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow on Chill Factor! Goodnight, everybody!”
END OF SHOW TEASER
“Four Shadows at the Round Table”
A dimly lit stone chamber with a large round table. Four armored figures sit silently, only their silhouettes visible in flickering torchlight. Each slams a hand on the table one at a time as a voiceover says:
“Strength. Honor. Courage. Redemption.”
Text on screen:
“The Round Table is being set.”
[#ChampionsOfCamelot]
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