Aired - September 27, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[OPENING – Neon grid background, guitar squeal, chrome text slams the screen:]
“NPCW MERCH-MANIA MEGA BUNDLE!”
[Cut to Scrooge in a gold Christmas sweater, standing in front of a pile of junk merch wrapped in gaudy gold ribbon.]
SCROOGE (grinning ear to ear):
“This holiday season, forget about joy, forget about love — it’s time to buy the ONLY gift that matters… the NPCW Merch-Mania Mega Bundle!”
[Quick cuts with laser wipes:]
- A wrinkled, oversized T-shirt flops onto a table.
- A bag of mismatched action figure parts rattles around.
- A giant glossy poster of Scrooge unrolls in slo-mo.
ANNOUNCER (booming voice):
“You get ALL THIS… for MORE than if you bought it separately!”
🎶 Cheesy synth riff kicks in, kids start singing:
“🎵 You’ll get a shirt that doesn’t fit,
Some action figures missing bits! 🎵”
[Cut to Kid #1, wearing the baggy shirt like a cape.]
KID #1 (awkwardly): “WOW! Now I look like I was at last year’s event… even though I wasn’t!”
🎶 Kids sing:
“🎵 But best of all, we guarantee… 🎵”
[Cut to Kid #2, forcing action figure arms onto the wrong torso — it falls apart.]
KID #2 (fake excitement): “Cool! I think this is Hydra Veyne’s leg… or maybe Gary Garland’s arm?”
🎶 Kids sing big finish:
“🎵 A GIANT POSTER… OF SCROOGE, YOU SEE! 🎵”
[Cut to Kid #3, holding up the huge Scrooge poster, deadpan stare at camera.]
KID #3: “Yay. Just what I always wanted… a poster of Scrooge.”
[Cut back to Scrooge holding the whole bundle like a championship belt, gold coins raining down.]
SCROOGE (shouting):
“Why give gifts when you can give… ME your money?!”
[All three kids jump into frame, holding the junk awkwardly.]
KIDS (forced cheer):
“THANKS, SCROOGE! BEST HOLIDAY EVER!!!”
[Freeze-frame as synth sting hits. Neon logo slams screen:]
“NPCW MERCH-MANIA MEGA BUNDLE – ORDER NOW!”
[Tiny fine print scrolls at bottom:]
“Bundle contents not guaranteed, shirt sizes not available in normal human dimensions, poster of Scrooge mandatory. Refunds not accepted, joy sold separately.”
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:
- Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
- 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.
- 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 …
INTERLUDE AT THE COMISSIONER’S BOX
[Camera cuts from the opening graphic to the Commissioner’s Box]
Commissioner Robert Cratchit sits at his old oak desk, looking weary as always, rubbing his temples with one hand. Beside him, the ever-smug Ebenezer Scrooge paces back and forth, cane in hand, a gleam in his eye like a man counting coins in his head. At the far side of the office stands Buddy the Elf, in his official “Acting Director of Rules & Regulations” blazer—bright green, ill-fitting, and clashing horribly with his yellow tights. Buddy is visibly annoyed, arms crossed, his foot tapping against the floor in agitation.
Scrooge: rubbing his hands greedily, leaning over Cratchit’s desk “This Convergence, Cratchit—this is GOLD! Can’t you see it? A tidal wave of tickets, concessions, merchandise! The coffers will overflow!”
Cratchit: wearily, but with genuine warmth “I see it as the biggest event NPCW has ever done, Scrooge… and more importantly, one that will thrill the fans.”
Scrooge: snapping upright, sneering “Fans? I couldn’t care less what the rabble thinks—so long as their wallets open! And with the perfect debut of Scrooge’s Glacier Plex, those wallets will be wide open indeed!”
Cratchit: hesitant, glancing at Buddy “Do you… really think the Glacier Plex will be ready by then?”
Scrooge: waving dismissively, smirking “Ready enough. If the ice hasn’t finished setting, we’ll just charge them more to sit closer to the cracks.”
Buddy: throws his hands up, exasperated “That’s not how arenas—or ice—work!”
[Suddenly, the door swings open]
The crowd inside the arena POPS as Negropolis, the grim-faced, skull-masked Misfit of Mayhem, steps into the Commissioner’s office. His massive frame fills the doorway. Just behind him waddles Ace MacDougal, wearing a plaid jacket that barely fits over his belly, carrying Flippers the Penguin in his arms like a baby. Ace grins wide as the fans cheer, even giving a goofy little wave toward the camera.
Negropolis: in a gravelly, like growl “Commissioner… we need to talk. About the Beasts. About the NPCW Tag Team Titles. As the former champion… I am exerting my right to a rematch.”
[Crowd cheers loudly at the demand.]
Scrooge: bursts out laughing, holding his stomach, then leans on his cane with mock sympathy “A rematch? Last I checked, you need a partner for a tag team match. And forgive me, but that fat Scotsman and his squawking bird aren’t exactly on the roster. As for your… former partner? Ha! He’s gone on to greener pastures!”
Ace: huffing, puffing, patting his chest indignantly “I’ll have ye know I was captain of the curling squad back in Dundee! And Flippers here’s a better mat technician than half the boys in the back!”
Flippers: lets out a loud squawk, flapping his wings at Scrooge
Negropolis: slow, unflinching growl “I should be able to substitute a partner for my rematch. That’s fair.”
Buddy: perking up, stepping forward with an open rulebook in hand “Actually, he’s right! The rules are very clear—if one partner of a championship team becomes unavailable, the remaining partner may select another wrestler of his choice to challenge for the titles.”
Scrooge: glares daggers at Buddy, jaw tightening, before turning back to Negropolis with a sneer “Fine. Fine! You want your title shot? You can have it. But here’s the catch—tonight. You find yourself a partner before the end of the show, or the opportunity vanishes. Gone! Pfft! Like snow in the sun.”
Buddy: frantically flipping through the rulebook, eyes wide, then sighs in defeat “He’s… right. There’s nothing I can do. If it’s tonight, it’s tonight.” he looks apologetically at Negropolis
Negropolis: growls low, his voice like a storm “Fine. Tonight, then. I’ll be ready—with a partner.”
Scrooge: leaning in smugly, tapping his cane on the desk, voice dripping with contempt “Good luck with that, Ugly Skull Face.”
[Flippers lets out an angry squawk at Scrooge, flapping wildly as Negropolis and Ace exit. The crowd roars approval.]
[Camera follows Negropolis & Ace in the hallway backstage]
They step into the busy corridor, Ace muttering angrily about “wee weasels with canes” while Flippers squawks in agreement. Suddenly, a trio emerges from around the corner: the Wizard’s Warriors—Lion, Scarecrow, and Tin Man.
Lion of Oz: stepping forward, chest puffed, voice booming with gusto “Negropolis! Word travels fast in this arena. I hear you need a partner… and I am here to offer my services!”
[The crowd pops, some fans even starting a “LI-ON! LI-ON!” chant.]
Negropolis: pausing, staring at Lion with his cold white skull mask, visibly annoyed and pensive. He finally exhales, voice low and resigned “…Sure. Why not.”
[Lion beams with pride, throwing up his fists, roaring loudly for the camera as the crowd cheers wildly. Scarecrow and Tin Man slap him on the back while Negropolis stands stoic, arms crossed.]
[Camera fades out on the odd alliance as the arena crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
THIS WEEK’S RUNDOWN[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …] | |||
| 1 | Blonde Bombshells North Star Tag Champs | VS | Patchwork Dolls Piper and Paige |
| 2 | Marcus the Beastmaster | VS | Scarecrow |
| 3 | Crimson Vane | VS | Moon Silver |
| 4 | Mean Jack Mason NPCW North Pole Champ | VS | Comet |
| 5 | Lilith Queen of the North Champ | VS | Moonshadow |
| 6 | Sandman Northern Lights Champ | VS | Friar Tuck |
| 7 | The Beasts NPCW Tag Team Champs | VS | Negropolis and Lion |
| Main Event | Sinister Klaus NPCW Universal Champ | VS | Kris Kringle |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | |||
| Sandman | Mean Jack Mason | Moonshadow | Sinister Klaus |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[Camera opens on North Pole Arena]
The crowd is buzzing, holiday-themed signs waving in the sea of excited NPCW fans. Pyro explodes over the entryway, showering red, green, and silver sparks as the NPCW logo shimmers on the big screen.
The cameras begin a slow crowd scan, catching fans holding signs like:
- “Bombshells Rule the North!”
- “Moonshadow > Lilith”
- “Santa Believes in You, Kris!”
- “Jack Mason = True Champ”
- “Sandman = My Dream Man”
- “Negropolis Needs Flippers!”
- “All Hail Klaus”
The shot lingers on a group chanting “Merry Band! Merry Band!” while waving cardboard bows and arrows. Another section is loud with Big Bad Wolf masks, growling at the camera.
[Camera shifts suddenly]
Near the corner of the lower bowl, two ominous figures are shown. They’re dressed fully in black: long black coats, black gloves, black masks covering their entire heads—only a stark white painted face mask reveals cold eyes. One of them holds up a sign scrawled in heavy ink:
“Disciple of Negropolis.”
The crowd around them cheers, but the two figures remain absolutely still, staring forward.
[Cut to commentary desk]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington are at ringside, the arena’s roar behind them. Johnny in his classic suit and tie, Eddie smug in his tailored jacket with a sly grin.
Johnny: beaming with excitement “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the frozen heart of wrestling action—welcome to NPCW Polar Power, Episode 027! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels, and sitting next to me, as always, the Expert of Elocution himself, Eddie Ellington. Eddie, what a night we’ve got!”
Eddie: already smirking “Johnny, I’ll tell you right now—this is one of the biggest Polar Power cards we’ve ever had. Seven matches, three championships on the line, and a main event that might just shake the North Pole Arena off its foundations. And believe me, I’ll be here to guide our viewers through the chaos—because you’ll get lost trying to follow it all.”
Johnny: excitedly, leaning forward “Well folks, you just saw it—Commissioner Cratchit, Scrooge, Buddy the Elf, and a whole lot of fireworks backstage! Negropolis demanded his rematch and he’s got it—tonight! And his partner? None other than the Lion of Oz!”
Eddie: snapping his fingers, shaking his head “Oh, give me a break, Johnny! The Beasts are the most dominant team in NPCW today, and Negropolis teams up with—what? A furry motivational poster? That’s his big plan?”
Johnny: smiling “Say what you will, Eddie, but the crowd loves it! The fans here in the North Pole Arena are on their feet for this unexpected alliance. Lion has heart, courage, and he’s no stranger to the fight.”
Eddie: rolling his eyes “Heart and courage don’t win matches, Johnny—muscle and brains do. And the Beasts have both in spades. Negropolis is desperate, Lion’s overeager, and the Beasts are going to eat them alive.”
Johnny: “Either way, Eddie, it’s official—tonight’s NPCW Tag Team Championship match will pit the champions, The Beasts, against Negropolis and Lion! That’s a clash nobody saw coming.”
Eddie: pointing to the camera, smirking “I saw it coming—I saw it coming to a quick and painful end. The only one who should be nervous tonight is poor Flippers, because the Beasts might mistake him for a pre-match snack!”
Johnny: laughs, shaking his head “We’ll see about that, Eddie. History could be made tonight, and it’s all going down right here on Polar Power!”
Johnny: “Let’s break it down for the fans at home. We open tonight with the Blonde Bombshells, Dorothy and Alice, the North Star Tag Team Champions against the unpredictable Patchwork Dolls, Piper and Paige. That’s going to be fast, flashy, and dangerous.”
Eddie: “Dangerous for the Dolls, you mean. The Bombshells have been untouchable lately—and don’t think Dorothy’s ruby slippers are just for show. They’re like steel-toed boots when they hit you in the jaw.”
Johnny: ignores him with a grin “Then it’s singles action as the wild and untamed Marcus the Beastmaster faces the eerie Scarecrow. What a clash of styles that’ll be.”
Eddie: “That scarecrow couldn’t scare a flock of pigeons. Marcus is a monster—he’s going to snap that straw man in half before the bell even rings.”
Johnny: “From there, we’ve got a rising star matchup—Crimson Vane takes on Moon Silver. Two competitors trying to climb the ladder in NPCW, and this is their chance to make a statement.”
Eddie: “The statement’s going to be Crimson Vane flat on her back.”
Johnny: rolling on “Then—huge news—Mean Jack Mason, the NPCW North Pole Champion, goes one on one with Comet of the Reindeer Coalition in a non-title bout. If Comet pulls this off, it could change his career forever.”
Eddie: “Or it could end it. Mason’s meaner than ever, and Comet is walking into a slaughterhouse. Rudolph’s boys are in over their heads.”
Johnny: “And then it’s time for the first title defense of the night—Lilith, the Queen of the North, puts her championship on the line against Moonshadow! A rematch everyone’s been waiting for.”
Eddie: grinning wickedly “And another chance for Lilith to crush Moonshadow’s little fairytale. She’s the Queen for a reason, Johnny.”
Johnny: “After that, the Sandman, our Northern Lights Champion, goes toe-to-toe with Friar Tuck from the Merry Band. A wild matchup of styles—dreams and nightmares against faith and fists.”
Eddie: “Friar Tuck better start praying right now, because Sandman doesn’t lose.”
Johnny: “Then—championship gold on the line again! The Beasts defend their NPCW Tag Team Titles against Negropolis and Lion. Talk about unpredictable.”
Eddie: throws up his hands “Unpredictable? Try embarrassing. Negropolis is a joke. A walking disaster with a penguin. The Beasts are going to eat him alive, and Lion better pray he doesn’t get dragged down with that clown.”
Johnny: “And then, Eddie, it all comes down to this—our Main Event of the evening. The NPCW Universal Title hangs in the balance as the reigning champion, the terrifying Sinister Klaus, defends against the returning legend, the one and only Kris Kringle! Hope against horror, light against dark, history against destiny!”
Eddie: leans forward, serious now “Johnny, this is the biggest match of the year so far. Klaus has been unstoppable, but if anyone knows how to break him—it’s Kringle. But mark my words, this isn’t the same Sinister Klaus he once knew. This Klaus is cruel, this Klaus is merciless, and Kringle may have bitten off more than even he can chew.”
Johnny: fired up “Fans, buckle in—this is Polar Power Episode 027 from the North Pole Arena, and it all starts—right now!”
[Cut to the ring for Match 1 – Blonde Bombshells vs Patchwork Dolls]
| 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 |
| “Making their way to the ring… from parts far stranger than fiction… they are the chaos in the calm, the blonde-streaked storm on the horizon… they are Dorothy and Alice… the BLONDE… BOMB… SHELLS!” | “Led by the Puppetmaster… stitched in burlap from barn and field alike… PATCHWORK PAIGE and PATCHWORK PIPER!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena goes dark. Sirens blare faintly beneath an aggressive punk rock beat as a voice screams over the system: “THEY’RE GONNA BLOW THE PLACE UP… KA-BOOOOOM!”Suddenly, spotlights hit the crowd — and Dorothy and Alice emerge through the fans, wearing black hoodies, wielding kendo sticks, and full of attitude. They slap hands, shout to the rafters, and storm the barricade with raw energy. As they hit the ring, they rip off the hoodies revealing their custom Blonde Bombshell gear — ready to ignite a revolution. | Piper waves sweetly to fans until Puppetmaster forces her arms stiff; Paige throws straw at ringside. |
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are kicking off Polar Power Episode 027 with women’s tag team action! The champions, the Blonde Bombshells, Dorothy and Alice, take on the Patchwork Dolls, Paige and Piper, with the Puppet Master lurking at ringside.”
Eddie: “And let me tell you, Johnny, the Dolls are the future. Four strong, fresh from the Iron Ring Academy. Meanwhile the Bombshells? Overhyped cover girls living on borrowed time.”
Johnny: “Borrowed time? Eddie, the Bombshells have dominated since June! They’ve taken on every team NPCW has thrown at them and kept the North Star Tag Team Titles!”
Eddie: “Titles don’t last forever, Johnny. Dolls don’t break—they just stitch themselves right back together.”
[Opening Minutes]
Johnny: “Alice starts off with Paige—look at that beautiful arm drag! But Paige fires right back with a battering ram charge, nearly cutting Alice in half!”
Eddie: “That’s the Dolls’ style, Johnny. Smash you, grind you down, and leave you wishing you stayed in storybook land!”
Johnny: “Alice battling back with a moonsault, and she’s tagged Dorothy! Double-teaming, quick exchanges—that’s why the Bombshells are champions!”
Eddie: “Yeah, quick tags because neither of them can last more than 30 seconds in the ring without help!”
[Mid-Match Chaos]
Johnny: “Piper with a clothesline—nearly takes Dorothy’s head off! Cover—no, Dorothy kicks out at two!”
Eddie: “That was three, Johnny! Honest Abe must be asleep again.”
Johnny: “Alice in now—Wonderland Whirl! That hurricanrana nearly folded Piper in half! The Bombshells are surging back!”
Eddie: “Puppet Master’s out there earning his paycheck—brilliant distraction work. That’s experience! That’s coaching! Bombshells don’t have anyone in their corner because no one wants to work with them!”
Johnny: “Oh, come on Eddie, the crowd here loves Dorothy and Alice!”
Eddie: “Crowd loves popcorn too, doesn’t mean popcorn can wrestle!”
[Final Stretch]
Johnny: “We’re past the twenty-minute mark—neither team backing down. Double-teaming from the Dolls—Piper and Paige with those haymakers! Alice is getting rocked!”
Eddie: “Beautiful teamwork, Johnny! That’s training. That’s unity. The Dolls are a machine, the Bombshells are just hair spray and luck!”
Johnny: “Alice answers back! DDT! And now another hurricanrana! She’s fighting for the Bombshells’ pride!”
Eddie: “She should be fighting for an appointment with a chiropractor!”
Johnny: “Cover! One, two—no! Paige kicks out again! What a match, Eddie—these two teams are going the distance.”
Eddie: “That’s because the Dolls are too tough to put away. The Bombshells are barely hanging on.”
Johnny: “We’re hitting the thirty-minute mark—Alice with a knee drop—but Paige powers out once more!”
Eddie: “Time’s up, Johnny. And the Dolls just proved the Bombshells can’t beat them.”
THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS (DOROTHY & ALICE) VS. THE PATCHWORK DOLLS (PAIGE & PIPER) ENDS IN A 30-MINUTE TIME LIMIT DRAW.
SANDMAN
[Backstage: Smooth Samantha stands poised with her mic, framed by the dark-blue glow of NPCW’s backstage lighting. A haze of smoke drifts across the set as Sandman drifts into view, Northern Lights Title slung over his shoulder like a phantom burden. His head tilts, movements almost dreamlike. Samantha clears her throat, professional but cautious.]
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here, and I am joined by the enigmatic Northern Lights Champion… the Sandman. Last week, in your title defense against Van Helsing, things ended in chaos—a double count-out after interference from Beastfang. What do you have to say about that, Sandman?”
[Sandman lifts his head slowly, his voice a soft, echoing rasp—like words carried on the edge of sleep.]
Sandman: “Chaos? No, Samantha… it was inevitability. The Hunter stalks his prey… but in the end, even the sharpest eyes… can be blinded by the fog of nightmares. Van Helsing reached for my crown, but he could not grasp it… because in the dreamscape, he is not the hunter. He is the hunted.”
[He runs a pale hand across the faceplate of the Northern Lights Title, as though stroking it like a sleeping child.]
Sandman: “He learned last week that his strength, his discipline… means nothing when the shadows twist against him. But this… this is only the first page of his lullaby. October comes, Samantha… and in October, Hansel… will know what true horror feels like.”
[Samantha steadies herself, nodding, then carefully guides the interview.]
Samantha: “And tonight, Sandman—you’re in action once again. Your opponent: Friar Tuck. What can the NPCW faithful expect?”
[Sandman leans closer to the camera, eyes half-closed, a whispering menace in his voice.]
Sandman: “The faithful expect light, laughter, joy… but tonight even the merriest will wake up trembling. Friar Tuck dreams of banquets, of brotherhood, of merriment. But dreams… are fragile. Tonight, his laughter drowns in the dark. Tonight, Friar Tuck… discovers the nightmare that waits for us all when the Sandman comes.”
[Sandman exhales, a long chilling breath, before drifting backward into the haze as though dissolving into the smoke. Samantha blinks, gathers herself, and quickly wraps up the segment.]
Samantha: “That’s the Northern Lights Champion, the Sandman—sending a chilling message to Hansel, and perhaps an even colder warning to Friar Tuck. Back to you at ringside.”
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… accompanied to the ring by Polly Mason… standing six feet five inches tall and weighing in at a colossal three-hundred and ten pounds… the enforcer of the Primal Horde… he is the unyielding handler of beasts… MARCUS… THE BEASTMASTER!” | “From the fields of strategy and storms of battle… the master of mind games, and the tactician of the Wizard’s Warriors… this is… THE SCARECROOOOW!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights dim to a deep crimson glow as a slow, pounding tribal drumbeat mixed with heavy industrial bass shakes the speakers. A spotlight cuts through the haze, revealing Marcus standing on the stage, motionless, a massive steel chain draped across his shoulders. At his side, Polly Mason stalks forward with wild-eyed energy, taunting the crowd and reveling in the chaos. Marcus never acknowledges the fans’ boos, his cold, deliberate march to the ring exuding pure menace while Polly fuels the hate with manic gestures. | The lights dim to a flickering sepia tone as eerie whistling wind and creaking wood sounds fade into a dark, orchestral folk-metal theme. A spotlight reveals THE SCARECROW, draped in stitched-up battle gear, walking with a calculating calm. His head tilts thoughtfully as he scans the crowd, then points toward the ring with confident precision. Every step is deliberate—he's always ten moves ahead. |
Johnny: “Welcome back, folks! Up next, we’ve got a clash of styles—Marcus the Beastmaster of the Primal Horde, accompanied by Polly Mason, taking on the eerie Scarecrow of the Wizard’s Warriors.”
Eddie: “Johnny, this one’s over before it starts. Look at Scarecrow—he looks like he hasn’t eaten in six months. A couple of bearhugs from Marcus and this stick figure will be kindling.”
Johnny: “Don’t count Scarecrow out, Eddie. He’s unpredictable, and that unorthodox style has given plenty of wrestlers headaches.”
Eddie: “Headaches? More like splinters. Marcus has power, size, and brains—well, at least Polly’s brains guiding him. Scarecrow’s got… what? A straw diet?”
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! They lock up in the center of the ring—Marcus with a shoulderbreaker, driving Scarecrow down hard!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! Textbook power. You can almost hear Scarecrow’s spine rattling. I’d be surprised if he’s still standing after that one.”
Johnny: “But Scarecrow comes right back with a big back body drop! Incredible resilience here.”
Eddie: “That was more like gravity doing the work. Let’s not give him too much credit.”
Johnny: “Marcus now, tightening in with a crushing bearhug—he’s trying to squeeze the air out of Scarecrow’s lungs!”
Eddie: “Scarecrow doesn’t need air—he’s stuffed with straw! But look, he’s still flailing around like a rag doll. This is dominance, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Scarecrow counters though—small package! One! Two—no, Marcus kicks out! That was nearly a huge upset.”
Eddie: “That was desperation. Marcus was just taking a little nap.”
Johnny: “Back on their feet—Scarecrow grabs a headlock, but Marcus powers out, double axhandle to the chest! Scarecrow collapses to the mat.”
Eddie: “Like a sack of potatoes. Marcus should pin him now and save us all the time.”
Johnny: “Polly Mason’s getting involved now—wait a second! Glitter to the face, but Scarecrow swats it away and clamps on a side chinlock!”
Eddie: “That referee better watch himself! Scarecrow’s always trying to make Marcus look bad.”
Johnny: “Marcus fires back with a huge side suplex! He’s going for the cover—one! No, kickout by Scarecrow!”
Eddie: “Unbelievable. I think Scarecrow must have found a second wind… or maybe Polly’s glitter finally gave him a spark.”
Johnny: “Back-and-forth now—Scarecrow with the airplane spin! He’s got Marcus twirling around the ring!”
Eddie: “That’s not offense, Johnny, that’s a carnival ride. The man’s a joke.”
Johnny: “Marcus regains control—another crushing bearhug! He’s got it cinched in, and Scarecrow is fading—he’s out! The referee’s calling it!”
Eddie: “Yes! That’s how it’s done! Marcus proving the Primal Horde doesn’t play around. You either get crushed… or you get crushed quicker.”
Johnny: “A hard-fought win for Marcus the Beastmaster, with Polly Mason at ringside, as Scarecrow put up a spirited fight but just couldn’t withstand the raw power.”
MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER DEFEATS SCARECROW VIA PINFALL AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK.
CONVERGENCE ANNOUNCEMENT
[Scene Opens]
The broadcast cuts away from the roaring North Pole Arena to a slow cinematic montage. A deep, resonant orchestral theme underscores a swirl of camera flashes and murmuring reporters.
Graphics read: “The Convergence Summit – Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre, September 24”
The first shot is wide: the Grand Ballroom, its towering chandeliers glittering like icicles. The joint NPCW / HCW banners hang behind a long table lined with executives and power brokers. A narrator’s voice (or a lower-third caption) gives quick context:
“Three days before tonight’s Polar Power, NPCW and HCW officials gathered to decide the future of the wrestling world.”
Clip One – Scrooge’s Opening
Video shows Ebenezer Scrooge rising from his seat, rapping his cane for attention, the crowd of reporters falling silent.
Scrooge (clip)
“Ladies and gentlemen, titans of industry, custodians of combat! Welcome to the Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre, the crown jewel of my latest resort expansion! Do you see these chandeliers? Imported from Vienna! These chairs, stitched in Florence! And here, under my roof, wrestling history shall be made!”
Cutaways capture Count Vlad’s sly smirk and Max McGillicutty’s impatient eye roll. The camera pans the glittering ballroom while the NPCW crowd back in the arena boos Scrooge’s grandstanding.
Clip Two – The First Friction
A quick cut shows Max slamming his palm on the table, voice sharp.
Max McGillicutty (clip)
“HCW didn’t come all this way to play tourist in Scrooge’s hotel lobby. If this is truly Convergence, HCW demands equal footing — not as guests, but as partners!”
Scrooge waves his cane dismissively; Vlad leans forward, voice smooth as silk.
Count Vlad (clip)
“Imagine it… a cage built of gold, yet still a cage. Wrestling is not nurtured in crystal halls, Scrooge. It breathes in conflict. To confine it here is to strangle it.”
The NPCW crowd pops at the tension. Victoria Deschamps calmly counters, her voice cutting through the noise.
Victoria Deschamps (clip)
“Equal footing is the only way this summit even stands. This is balance — justice. If either side seeks to tilt the scales, Convergence collapses before it begins.”
Quick flashes show Donnie B nodding, reporters scribbling, and Alexander leaning in with a faint approving smile.
Clip Three – Heated Debate
The package picks up speed, intercutting Scrooge’s red-faced protests with Robert Cratchit’s measured replies.
Cratchit (clip)
“One night for NPCW. One night for HCW. Only then will the world see true balance.”
Victoria adds steel to the moment:
Victoria (clip)
“The KWO Board concurs. A single-night show at Scrooge Resorts risks accusations of favoritism. Two nights ensures neutrality and legitimacy.”
Cut to Count Vlad, chuckling darkly, his aristocratic menace dripping into the microphone.
Vlad (clip)
“Perhaps neutrality doesn’t sell hotel rooms… but blood does.”
The NPCW audience gasps, then jeers.
Clip Four – The Women’s Division
A sharp edit shows Ms. Sweetins rising to speak.
Ms. Sweetins (clip)
“NPCW insists on at least two interpromotional women’s matches, with one featured as a headliner.”
The crowd in the arena cheers loudly at the mention of women headlining. Donnie B nods firmly.
Donnie B (clip)
“On that, HCW agrees. Our champions deserve to headline one night of Convergence. Period.”
Even Alexander leans forward to seal the moment.
Alexander (clip)
“The KWO Board stands behind Mr. B. Representation without parity is hollow.”
Count Vlad offers a cold, sarcastic nod.
Vlad (clip)
“If the people wish to see queens paraded before the throne, so be it. But when the Dominion enters, all crowns will be shattered.”
The package holds a tight shot of Victoria glaring back, unflinching.
Clip Five – Closing Statements
The music swells as the final decisions are summarized.
Robert Cratchit (clip)
“Let it be known: Convergence shall be a two-day event. Night one in NPCW’s arena. Night two in Columbia, South Carolina. Dual main events. Neutral committee. Equal spotlight on men and women.”
Donnie B (clip)
“It isn’t about law or ledgers. It’s about wrestling. Two nights. Two homes. One legacy.”
Reporters erupt in applause. Cameras flash wildly.
The last shot freezes on Count Vlad rising slowly, locking eyes with Victoria.
Vlad (clip)
“Justice will bleed. And when history remembers Convergence… it will whisper the name of Vlad.”
The screen fades to the bold CONVERGENCE logo as the music hits a sharp crescendo.
Live Cut Back – Polar Power Arena
The crowd is buzzing. The camera swoops to the announce desk where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington sit amid the excitement.
Johnny: “Folks, you just witnessed history in the making. The Convergence Summit has set the stage for an interpromotional spectacle like we’ve never seen—two nights, two cities, NPCW and HCW colliding in a way that’s going to shake the wrestling world!”
Eddie: “Shake it, Johnny? That summit was a blizzard of egos! Did you hear Scrooge counting chandelier crystals while Count Vlad promised blood? I love it. And let’s face it—if Convergence is about power, the Dominion is already three steps ahead.”
Johnny: “Come on, Eddie. Victoria Deschamps stood tall against every Dominion threat. NPCW isn’t backing down, and the women headlining one of those nights? That’s a game-changer.”
Eddie: “Game-changer? It’s a distraction! Vlad doesn’t care about headlines or hashtags. He cares about domination. And when HCW rolls into Columbia, Dominion Law will turn that neutral committee into holiday confetti.”
Johnny: “We’ll see about that. For now, mark your calendars, fans. Convergence is real, it’s official, and it’s going to redefine professional wrestling!”
The camera lingers on the fired-up crowd chanting “CON-VER-GENCE! CON-VER-GENCE!” as the broadcast transitions to the next segment of Polar Power.
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… from the frozen forests of Eastern Europe… she is the gothic huntress of the ring… a predator feared by her enemies, yet honored by the people… please welcome… the Crimson Howl… CRIMSON VANE!” | “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 |
| The arena plunges into darkness as a lone violin begins the eerie opening of a gothic orchestral remix of “In the Hall of the Mountain King.” Red fog spills across the stage as wolf howls echo through the arena. The crowd roars when Crimson Vane steps out, clad in her crimson hooded cloak and gripping her silver-tipped cane sword. She lowers the hood, fixing the hardcam with a piercing stare, then slowly raises her head and lets out a chilling howl to the rafters. The fans answer with a thunderous “HOWL! HOWL! HOWL!” chant as she marches with deadly grace toward the ring. | 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: “We’re back here on Polar Power, and up next it’s singles action—Crimson Vane of the Hunter’s Enclave stepping into the ring against the Wolf Pack’s own Moon Silver!”
Eddie: “Oh, wonderful. Another member of that Riding Hood family tree. First it was Scarlett, then Ruby, and now we’ve got Crimson. Johnny, I swear, if they keep multiplying, we’ll need a lumberjack to chop ‘em down.”
Johnny: “Crimson Vane is the eldest of the sisters, Eddie, and she’s brought that veteran poise into this match. Don’t forget—she’s been leading the Hood legacy longer than her sisters have even been competing.”
Eddie: “Please. All the experience in the world won’t save her from Moon Silver. She’s younger, faster, meaner, and she’s got the entire Wolf Pack watching her back.”
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “Here we go—collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Crimson Vane quickly turns it into a Crimson Thornplant DDT! Moon Silver’s head bounces off the canvas!”
Eddie: “That was luck! Anybody can trip someone face-first into the mat. Moon Silver’s just shaking the cobwebs out.”
Johnny: “Vane not letting up—Banshee Claw uppercut! She’s coming out of the gate swinging.”
Eddie: “You’d think she was fighting for her sisters’ honor. Too bad honor doesn’t win matches—dominance does.”
Johnny: “Oh, and Moon Silver with a sudden Alpha Strike spear! She just cut Crimson Vane in half!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about, Johnny! That’s Wolf Pack power—she could’ve pinned her right there!”
Johnny: “Both women back up—Vane with the Moonfang Kick! But Moon Silver answers right back with the Howling Slam! Both women trading heavy blows!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but who got up faster? Moon Silver. Always trust the Pack instincts.”
Johnny: “Vane catching Moon Silver’s arm now—she’s got her trapped—Snare of Silence! That crossface is locked in tight!”
Eddie: “Get to the ropes, Moon Silver! Don’t let this glorified cape-wearer embarrass you!”
Johnny: “Moon Silver won’t tap, but she’s taking serious damage—Vane with another Moonfang Kick! Cover! One! No, Silver kicks out!”
Eddie: “See? She’s still in it! She’s not about to lose to some Hood knockoff.”
Johnny: “Wait, Crimson Vane dragging Moon Silver down again—Snare of Silence! She’s got it locked in deep in the middle of the ring!”
Eddie: “No, no, no! Not like this!”
Johnny: “Moon Silver’s fighting, clawing, but she’s got nowhere to go—she taps! She taps out! Crimson Vane has beaten the Wolf Pack’s Moon Silver!”
Eddie: “Unbelievable! This is an outrage, Johnny. Moon Silver had her right where she wanted her, and then that Hood hag stole it!”
Johnny: “Call it what you want, Eddie, but the record books show Crimson Vane making Moon Silver submit, and that’s a massive win for the Hunter’s Enclave!”
CRIMSON VANE DEFEATS MOON SILVER VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 7-MINUTE MARK.
[Post-Match Scene]
Referee “Honest” Abe raises Crimson Vane’s hand in victory. She breathes heavy, her chest heaving, and the crowd gives a respectful cheer. Suddenly, from the lower stands, a cluster of fans rise together and begin to howl in unison—a sharp, eerie chorus.
They’re all dressed in crimson-red shirts emblazoned with white wolf heads across the chest. The sound echoes through the arena, cutting through the normal applause.
Crimson Vane stops dead in her tracks, eyes narrowing. She stares at the section, clearly unsettled, and then slowly shakes her head with visible disdain. Without acknowledging them further, she slips out of the ring and heads up the ramp, refusing to give them satisfaction.
Johnny: “What in the world was that, Eddie? Those weren’t Wolf Pack fans—they were wearing crimson shirts with wolf heads! A strange message being sent, and it’s directed right at Crimson Vane!”
Eddie: “Oh, I love it, Johnny! The Wolf Pack has fans so loyal, they’ll follow them into enemy colors just to mess with the Hood family’s heads! That’s intimidation at its finest.”
Johnny: “I don’t think Crimson Vane was intimidated—I think she was disgusted. But either way, something tells me this story between the Hunter’s Enclave and the Pack is far from over.”
MEAN JACK MASON
The camera cuts to Smooth Samantha, standing poised in her emerald dress, microphone in hand. The NPCW logo shimmers on the backdrop behind her. She offers the crowd a polished smile.
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back… your reigning North Pole Champion… Mean Jack Mason!”
The crowd boos audibly from the arena, even though they’re nowhere near this part of the set. The camera pans to show Jack Mason, in his sharp leather jacket with the North Pole Title slung proudly over his shoulder. He’s bronzed from a tan, looking refreshed, cocky, and meaner than ever. Polly Mason twirls around him, singing a mocking tune about “reindeer games” as if she’s skipping through a playground. Behind them, Marcus the Beastmaster looms, clutching two massive iron chains connected to the hulking, snarling Beasts, who paw at the ground and tug forward like caged animals ready to lunge.
Samantha: “Jack, you’ve just returned from a two-week tropical vacation—meanwhile, the action here in NPCW has been heating up. Tonight, you’re stepping into the ring with Comet of the Reindeer Coalition. What’s your mindset?”
Jack Mason: (smirking, rubbing his suntanned arms, then leaning into the mic) “Mindset? Samantha, my mindset is the same as it always is: win, humiliate, and collect the check. But I gotta tell ya, sweetheart—comin’ back here to this frozen wasteland after sittin’ on the beach in Barbados? After drinkin’ mai tais and watchin’ the sun set on MY time off?” (he taps his title belt) “It’s like comin’ back to a freezer after a steak dinner.”
The crowd boos loudly through the feed. Polly mockingly covers her ears and sings louder, spinning around Jack.
Jack Mason: “Now, I didn’t just spend two weeks on some sun-soaked island to come back and play ‘reindeer games.’ No, no, no. Tonight, I’m huntin’ deer, Samantha. And Comet? That little runner’s first on my list. I’m gonna beat him down, piece by piece, and I’m gonna send a message straight to Rudolph’s shiny red nose. If the so-called ‘leader’ of the Coalition thinks he can come after this—” (he slaps the North Pole Title hard) “—then he better watch real close tonight. Because when Mean Jack Mason gets bored of sunshine, he makes his own heat in this frozen dump.”
Polly Mason: (clapping her hands and laughing in a sing-song voice) “Run, run, reindeer! Mason’s gonna catch you! Mason’s gonna break you!” She skips in a circle around her brother before leaning into the camera with wide eyes. “Rudolph, your time’s almost up, honey!”
Jack Mason: (snarling, lowering his voice, pointing to the lens) “Comet, I’m not just gonna pin you. I’m not just gonna hurt you. I’m gonna make you an example. And when I’m done, you tell Rudolph—tell him Jack Mason ain’t playin’ games. He’s playin’ for keeps.”
Marcus the Beastmaster: (grinning as he yanks the chains, forcing the Beasts to snarl and roar toward the camera) “And the Horde… is always hungry.”
The Beasts slam against the chains, Polly squeals with glee, and Jack smirks one last time before storming off screen, title over his shoulder. Samantha stands frozen, clearly unsettled, as the scene fades back to ringside.
[Cut back to the announce desk — Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington at ringside.]
Johnny: (shaking his head, leaning forward) “Well there you have it, folks. Mean Jack Mason, fresh off a tropical vacation, not only looking cocky as ever but downright dangerous. And tonight he steps back into the ring with Comet — one of the fastest, toughest members of the Reindeer Coalition. If Comet can pull this off, it could change the whole landscape heading into the holidays!”
Eddie: (snapping his fingers smugly, leaning back in his chair) “Oh, give me a break, Johnny. Comet’s got about as much chance as a snowball in one of Mason’s beach cabanas. Did you see him? Tan, rested, title on his shoulder, Polly singing her little songs — Mason is living the good life, and he’s gonna drag Comet straight into the gutter tonight.”
Johnny: “Don’t count Comet out, Eddie. He’s resilient, he’s hungry, and you can bet the Reindeer Coalition will be watching closely. Mason wants to make a statement, but Comet’s not the kind of man who just lays down.”
Eddie: (laughing, wagging a finger at Johnny) “Resilient? Please. Mason’s in predator mode, Johnny. He’s not coming back to shake hands and swap stories — he’s coming back to crack antlers, and Comet’s head is first on the mantle. You heard him: this isn’t about playing games, it’s about playing for keeps.”
Johnny: (firmly) “Well, it’s champion versus challenger tonight, and if Comet can weather Mason’s storm, Rudolph might just have the proof he needs that Mason can be beaten. Folks, stay with us — that clash is coming up later tonight, right here on Polar Power!”
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… accompanied to the ring by his deranged sister Polly… representing the shattered psyche of a once-beloved soul…He is the harbinger of havoc… the cruel conscience uncaged…This… is MEEEEAAAN JAAAACK!!” | “Shooting across the ring like a star from the sky… weighing 200 pounds… he is the Velocity Vixen of the North… COMET!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The lights dim. A distorted lullaby plays at low volume before being shattered by a grinding, guttural guitar riff — a twisted industrial-metal remix of a child's music box. Smoke billows at the entrance as a flickering spotlight follows Polly, skipping in a ragged, tattered dress, dragging a headless doll behind her. From behind her emerges Mean Jack, slow-walking with cold, deliberate menace, wearing a cracked grin and spitting at the fans.He ignores the crowd’s jeers, jawing at anyone who dares make eye contact. Occasionally he stops, stares blankly into space, then breaks into a cruel smirk — like he’s enjoying a joke only he and Polly understand. When they reach the ring, Polly sits cross-legged on the apron, humming eerily, while Jack climbs in and paces like a caged animal. | A comet streak blazes across the Jumbotron as synth-heavy electronic music pulses. Comet sprints to the ring like a blur, jumping from ramp to apron with explosive energy. He’s speed, spirit, and surprise all rolled into one. |
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! Mean Jack Mason, fresh from his tropical getaway, steps back into the North Pole Arena! Comet looks ready, but can he match the ferocity of the reigning North Pole Champion?”
Eddie: “Johnny, give me a break. Comet’s cute and all with those little hooves, but Mason’s a predator. That reindeer’s in way over his antlers tonight!”
[Minute 1]
Johnny: “Mason opens up with a FINAL DIAGNOSIS! Pointed elbow drops right onto Comet! But Comet fires back with a REINDEER CLOMP! What a clash!”
Eddie: “Clash? More like a deer getting mauled by a bear! Mason’s in control, mark my words.”
[Minute 2]
Johnny: “Mason hits a RUDE AWAKENING, a textbook Lou Thesz Press! Comet’s struggling to get back to his feet!”
Eddie: “Struggling? He’s about to get his jingle bells rung, Johnny. Mason’s a menace!”
[Minute 3]
Johnny: “Wait! Comet reverses that RUDE AWAKENING into his REINDEER ONE TWO! Double punches to Mason! The fans are on their feet!”
Eddie: “Pfft! Double punches? Mason barely flinched! This deer’s cute, but it’s all fluff and no bite!”
[Minute 4-5]
Johnny: “Mason answers back with a FAMILY JEWELS THERAPY! Low blow right under Comet’s guard! But Comet hits back with another REINDEER ONE TWO — the resilience of this Reindeer Coalition member is incredible!”
Eddie: “Resilient? More like stubborn. Mason’s playing keep-away with the North Pole itself!”
[Minute 6-10]
Johnny: “Both fighters trading blows — FINAL DIAGNOSIS for Mason, COMET’S CRASH and REINDEER ONE TWO for Comet. This crowd is electrified!”
Eddie: “Electrified? They’re witnessing a masterclass in domination! Mason’s in command, Johnny, don’t kid yourself!”
[Minute 11-15]
Johnny: “Mason with PERSONALITY DISORDER — Stunner! Comet staggers. The momentum swinging wildly!”
Eddie: “And swing it back in Mason’s favor, Johnny! That reindeer’s lucky to still be standing.”
Johnny: “Comet reverses a FINAL DIAGNOSIS! He’s mounting a comeback — OH! Mason counters it, connects with a FINAL DIAGNOSIS, and goes for the pin!”
Eddie: “Ha! Pin attempt? Mason’s laughing at the idea! This little critter is just delaying the inevitable!”
[Minute 16 – Finish]
Johnny: “Comet locks in an ABDOMINAL STRETCH! Mason’s in trouble!”
Eddie: “Trouble? Mason’s about to teach him the real meaning of therapy!”
Johnny: “FAMILY JEWELS THERAPY! Mason hits the low blow! Pin attempt—1…2…3! Mason wins!”
Eddie: “And that’s exactly what I said! Comet’s a fighter, but Mason’s a master. This was a clinic in how the North Pole Champion dominates!”
WINNER DEFEATS LOSER VIA PINFALL (FAMILY JEWELS THERAPY) at the 16 MINUTE MARK
MATCH 5 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!” | “Representing the Wolf Pack… she is power, precision, and primal fury unleashed… this is the relentless… MOON SHADOW!” |
| 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. | 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. |
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “And here we go, folks! Lilith defending the Queen of the North Championship against Moonshadow, who is looking for redemption tonight!”
Eddie: “Redemption? Johnny, don’t make me laugh. That wolf-faced wannabe doesn’t have a prayer against Lilith. She’s darkness incarnate!”
[Minute 1-2]
Johnny: “Early exchanges, Moonshadow tries to use the Wolf Pack’s interference, but Lilith powers through and lands an ABYSSAL SLAM! Both women going toe-to-toe!”
Eddie: “Toe-to-toe? She’s running circles around that overgrown furball! Lilith’s already making a statement.”
[Minute 3-6]
Johnny: “Lilith with an Atomic Drop to Hell, Moonshadow answers with a flying kneedrop! These two are giving everything in this opening stretch!”
Eddie: “Opening stretch? This is Lilith pacing herself while that wolf puppy flails!”
[Minute 7-10]
Johnny: “Demon’s Embrace from Lilith! Moonshadow tries to counter with the LYCAN LOCK, a dragon sleeper of sorts! Both women refusing to stay down!”
Eddie: “Refusing? She should just give up and save herself the embarrassment. Lilith is the apex predator here, Johnny.”
[Minute 11-15]
Johnny: “A back-and-forth display of pure skill! Lilith with a DEMONIC CRUNCH, Moonshadow counters with flying kneedrops and a LYCAN LOCK! This crowd is electrified!”
Eddie: “Electrified? They’re about to witness a wolf getting schooled by the queen! Lilith’s still in complete control!”
[Minute 16-18]
Johnny: “Moonshadow applies a sleeperhold — Lilith fights valiantly! Lilith escapes and fires back with a Dark Whirlwind, but the Wolf Pack distracts her!”
Eddie: “Typical underhanded tactics from these wolves! Lilith doesn’t need backup, but it looks like she’s about to get it in spades!”
[Minute 19 – Finish]
Johnny: “What’s this?! Grinch Heyman tries to interfere, but look! Maid Marion emerges from under the ring! She strikes Lilith with a chair! Lilith is down!”
Eddie: “Are you kidding me?! That little trickster just took out my Queen! Maid Marion had no business in this match! This is outrageous!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow covers—1…2…3! Unbelievable! The title changes hands!”
Eddie: “I can’t believe what I just saw! Lilith didn’t deserve this, and that interloper cost her the championship! This is a travesty!”
MOONSHADOW DEFEATS LILITH VIA PINFALL (RAKE EYES ON ROPES) AT THE 19 MINUTE MARK TO WIN THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPIONSHIP.
MOONSHADOW
The camera pans to the ring where Moonshadow stands, Queen of the North Championship gleaming over her shoulder. The Wolf Pack Leader, Big Bad Wolf, looms beside her, exuding swagger and menace. Around the ring, the Howlers #1 and #2 and Moon Silver pace like predators, occasionally letting out low, threatening howls that echo through the arena. Smooth Samantha approaches, microphone in hand, flashing a professional smile.
Smooth Samantha: “Moonshadow, congratulations on your victory and on capturing the Queen of the North Championship! That was an incredible match—how does it feel to finally get this title back?”
Moonshadow: (calm, confident, almost ethereal) “Thank you, Samantha. The win… it was inevitable. Every move, every decision in that match brought me here. The title was meant to be mine. But let’s be clear—Lilith… she needs to learn a lesson. Keep your hands to yourself. Make fewer enemies. Not everyone is willing to play by your rules.”
The Howlers let out a sharp, synchronized howl, echoing around the ring. Moonshadow’s eyes flick toward them, acknowledging their support.
Smooth Samantha: “And what about Maid Marion’s interference? Some might say it helped secure your victory tonight.”
Moonshadow: (smirking faintly, voice steady) “I don’t need help to succeed. Maid Marion… she just reminded Lilith that the world isn’t hers to control. My path was always clear, and nothing—no chair, no distraction—can stop the inevitable.”
Big Bad Wolf steps forward, chest puffed, looking directly into the camera.
Big Bad Wolf: “Enough talk about distractions. Let me make this crystal clear: the Wolf Pack runs this place now. We are the number one faction in NPCW, and the so-called demons … their time is over. This isn’t luck. This isn’t coincidence. This is dominance, and everyone’s going to feel it.”
Moonshadow raises the championship high as the Wolf Pack members circle, letting out another chorus of menacing howls. The camera cuts to the fans, some cheering, some stunned, as the aura of the pack and their new champion fills the arena.
Smooth Samantha: “There you have it, fans—Moonshadow, your new Queen of the North, backed by the formidable Wolf Pack. No doubt, the landscape of NPCW has shifted tonight.”
The camera slowly pans out as Moonshadow and Big Bad Wolf stand tall, the Howlers growling and circling, leaving a sense of menace and power lingering in the arena.
Johnny: “Wow, Eddie… just look at that! Moonshadow, calm, collected, and already making her presence felt as the new Queen of the North! I love the way she handled that question about Maid Marion—cool as ice under pressure!”
Eddie: (fuming, slamming a hand on the desk) “Cool as ice? Johnny, are you kidding me?! Lilith gets blindsided by some backstabbing underhanded nonsense, and you’re telling me that’s impressive? That title should still be hers!”
Johnny: “I get it, Eddie, but you have to respect the strategy here. Moonshadow and the Wolf Pack have shown they’re willing to seize opportunities—and they did it tonight.”
Eddie: “Strategy? It’s cheating, Johnny! That’s what it is! Maid Marion, the Wolf Pack, howling like a bunch of wild animals—it’s disgraceful! Lilith didn’t deserve this!”
Johnny: “Disagree or not, Eddie, you can’t deny Moonshadow has the championship now. And with Big Bad Wolf leading the pack, this isn’t just a new champion—it’s a statement. NPCW is officially entering a new era!”
Eddie: (gritting teeth) “New era? More like a circus of cheats! I tell ya, Johnny, Lilith will remember this, and the Wolf Pack better watch their backs—this isn’t over!”
MATCH 6 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!” | “Spreading peace and pain in equal measure… the unlikely bruiser of the Merry Band… FRIAR TUUUCK!” |
| 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. | Flutes and tambourines kick off a cheery melody as Friar Tuck shuffles out, twirling a cane and clapping to the beat. His warm, round presence radiates joy, but his sudden explosive energy reveals a bruiser hiding in monk’s robes. He raises his stick high, blows a kiss to the sky, and heads to the ring with surprising speed. |
Johnny: “Here we go, folks! Non-title action as the eerie Northern Lights Champion Sandman takes on Friar Tuck of the Merry Band. Eddie, this is a huge test for Tuck—remember, he holds a singles win over Sinister Klaus!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah, a win over Klaus on a lucky night. But this is Sandman, Johnny. The master of dreams and nightmares. Tuck better wake up fast, because Sandman only has one singles loss. That’s not a coincidence—that’s dominance.”
Johnny: “There’s the bell—and Sandman opens with a wicked spin heel kick! Tuck didn’t even see it coming!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about, Johnny. Fast, surgical, and scary. Tuck’s probably wondering if he’s awake or in one of Sandman’s twisted dreams.”
Johnny: “Sandman follows up with a tight sleeper hold, wrenching the head and neck—Tuck’s flailing but refusing to submit this early!”
Eddie: “It’s only a matter of time. Sandman’s putting this merry monk to sleep in the first act.”
Johnny: “Sandman keeps the pressure with a running bulldog, planting Tuck face-first! But hold on—Friar Tuck fires back with a slingshot from the apron! He’s showing some real grit!”
Eddie: “Grit? That’s desperation. He knows the nightmare’s closing in.”
Johnny: “The Friar with some heavy forearms—look at him go! Repeated forearm shots rock Sandman back into the corner!”
Eddie: “That’s like throwing bread rolls at a hurricane, Johnny. He’s just making Sandman angry.”
Johnny: “Tuck strings together a chin lock, buying precious seconds, but Sandman counters with another crushing cradle suplex—textbook precision from the champion!”
Eddie: “Every move is calculated. This guy isn’t just wrestling—he’s orchestrating a nightmare symphony.”
Johnny: “Friar Tuck battling back again—big rolling scissors takedown! The crowd loves it!”
Eddie: “They’d cheer a tax audit if it meant Sandman stubbed a toe. But it’s not gonna last.”
Johnny: “Tuck connects with a slingshot for a near fall—Sandman kicks out! What resilience from the Merry Band’s powerhouse!”
Eddie: “Resilience or stupidity? You can’t pin a nightmare that easy.”
Johnny: “Sandman shakes it off—spinning fist strike right on the jaw! He covers—one… two… NO! Tuck kicks out at the last second!”
Eddie: “That was three, Honest Abe’s counting like he’s on island time!”
Johnny: “Sandman stalking… another sleeper hold locked in! Tuck’s fading fast—he’s down to one knee… and that’s it! Friar Tuck taps out! Sandman takes the victory!”
SANDMAN DEFEATS FRIAR TUCK VIA SUBMISSION (SLEEPER HOLD) AT THE 18-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: “What a fight by Friar Tuck, but the Northern Lights Champion proves once again why he’s one of the most dangerous men in NPCW.”
Eddie: “Dangerous? He’s inevitable, Johnny. Sweet dreams, Friar Tuck—Sandman rules the night!”
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Accompanied to the ring by Polly Mason and Marcus the Beastmaster… at a combined weight of six-hundred and eighty-five pounds of primal fury… the genetically unleashed monsters of the Primal Horde… THE BEASTS!” | “And their opponents… accompanied by their manager, the unpredictable Ace MacDougal… from the Misfits of Mayhem, the chaotic, uncontainable duo — NEGROPOLIS! And their partner, from the Wizard’s Warriors, the embodiment of courage and pride — THE LION!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness as primal howls echo through the speakers. A distorted mix of tribal drums and metal riffs erupts, and two massive silhouettes stomp onto the stage — Beast 1 and Beast 2. Their wild hair, fangs, and snarling expressions are illuminated in flashes of blood-red strobe lights. Polly Mason screeches and laughs manically, hyping them up, while Marcus the Beastmaster stalks behind them with his steel chain, keeping the monsters on a leash. The Beasts thrash at the barricades, roaring at the fans, before storming the ring like predators about to feast. | The arena fills with chaotic punk-metal riffs as Ace MacDougal bursts onto the stage, hyping the crowd with wild gestures. Behind him, the masked duo of Negropolis charge out, pumping their fists and pointing toward the ring with manic energy. The music suddenly shifts to a majestic orchestral swell as the Lion emerges, standing tall and letting out a deep roar that gets the fans on their feet. Together, they storm the ramp — Ace dancing and barking encouragement, Negropolis full of mischief, and the Lion radiating strength — a bizarre but beloved combination of madness and might. |
Johnny: “North Pole faithful, buckle up! This is a huge thirty–minute war for the NPCW Tag Team Championships! The unstoppable Beasts defend against the unlikeliest alliance of Negropolis and Lion!”
Eddie: “This is a car crash waiting to happen, Johnny. Negropolis used to be a tag champ with Madman Mason until Mason turned on him at Shadowfall. And guess who benefited? The Beasts. Now the poor ghoul’s crawling back for scraps with a jungle cat for a partner. I love it!”
Johnny: “But don’t forget, Eddie, Negropolis is a former champion for a reason. He knows what it takes to survive these monsters. And Lion’s agility and heart make him the perfect wildcard.”
Eddie: “Heart doesn’t matter when you’re facing pure animal instinct. The Beasts aren’t men—they’re predators. And Marcus the Beastmaster’s in their corner, cracking the whip. This one’s gonna get ugly.”
Minutes 1–5
Johnny: “There’s the bell and Beast 1 immediately charges Lion—face slam! What impact! Lion fires back with a spinning heel kick that staggers the big man!”
Eddie: “Lion’s quick, but you can’t trade shots with a grizzly and expect to win.”
Johnny: “Quick tags on both sides—Negropolis steps in with that cold stare. Beast 2 responds by throwing him out of the ring! The referee starts the count—1…2…3…Negropolis back at four!”
At ringside, the two eerie Disciples of Negropolis—painted faces and tattered robes—rise from their seats, clapping rhythmically.
Johnny: “Listen to those strange Disciples! They’re urging Negropolis to get back in this match!”
Eddie: “That’s not cheering, Johnny—that’s summoning something. Gives me the creeps.”
Johnny: “Beast 1 back in against Lion—Lion with a brainbuster! What strength from the Warrior!”
Eddie: “I’ll give him that. But look at Polly Mason on the outside—blowing glitter in Lion’s face! Where did she even get that?!”
Johnny: “The crowd’s raining boos as Polly twirls and sings: ‘Sleep little Lion, the Beasts will feast tonight!’—what a taunt!”
Minutes 6–12
Johnny: “Beast 2 takes over with a gorilla press, then a vertical suplex! Lion’s getting rag-dolled!”
Eddie: “This is beautiful. Tag team wrestling the way nature intended—one side dominating while the prey gasps for air.”
Flippers the Penguin hops onto the apron, flapping his tiny wings to rally the crowd. He squawks loudly, drawing laughter and cheers.
Johnny: “Ha! Flippers is trying to distract the Beasts with…penguin power?”
Eddie: “What is he, a mascot or a menu item? Somebody get him off the apron before the Beasts decide to have seafood!”
Johnny: “Lion digs deep—courageous claw to the face of Beast 2! He finally makes the tag—Negropolis is in!”
Eddie: “Here comes the living nightmare, but look—Beast 2 with a belly-to-belly suplex! Negropolis kicks out at two! The Disciples are practically foaming at the mouth, Johnny!”
The camera catches the larger Disciple pounding the barricade while the smaller one bows repeatedly, chanting Negropolis’ name in a low growl.
Minutes 13–20
Johnny: “Beast 1 back in—Polly again with that hypnotic tune—‘Sleep little Neggy, you can’t win this fight!’—oh come on!”
Eddie: “That’s entertainment, Johnny! She’s got pipes AND a mean streak.”
Johnny: “Lion finally breaks free with a main event neckbreaker, but Beast 1 answers with a vertical suplex! Both men down! Listen to this crowd—half chanting for Lion, half booing Polly out of the building!”
Eddie: “And through it all the Beasts just keep grinding. They’re methodical. They don’t care who’s cheering or chanting—they’re carnivores on a schedule.”
Johnny: “Negropolis re-enters and throws Beast 1 out of the ring! Fast Count Frank is counting—1…2…3…Beast 1 barely beats the count at nine! That was close!”
Eddie: “Negropolis can dish it out, but remember—Madman Mason turned on him for a reason. He can’t close the deal.”
Minutes 21–30
Johnny: “We are deep into this thirty-minute time limit and neither side is giving an inch! Lion with a knife-edge chop—but Beast 1 reverses and tosses him to the floor!”
Eddie: “That’s the jungle law, Johnny. The bigger animal decides who stays in the ring.”
Johnny: “Back inside—Lion and Negropolis try a double team—Lion with knife-edge chops, Negropolis with a dragon suplex—but Beast 1 powers through with a belly-to-belly suplex! The strength is unreal!”
Eddie: “That’s why they’re champions. Nobody overpowers the Beasts!”
Johnny: “Time is winding down—Lion from the top—Lion’s Leap! Beast 1 counters with a brutal headbutt! Both men are down as the bell rings—this one is a draw!”
Eddie: “The Beasts survive again! They keep the gold because the clock ran out. That’s strategy, Johnny!”
THE BEASTS (C) VS. NEGROPOLIS & LION ENDS IN A 30-MINUTE TIME-LIMIT DRAW.
The Beasts retain the NPCW Tag Team Championship.
Johnny: “Wait a second—Marcus the Beastmaster slides into the ring—he’s attacking Negropolis from behind! The Beasts join in, stomping Lion into the canvas!”
Eddie: “That’s a message to the whole division—don’t challenge the Horde!”
Johnny: “Here comes Mean Jack Mason! Mason rushes down the ramp and he’s pummeling Negropolis! The man who betrayed him at Shadowfall is throwing fists like a madman!”
The crowd erupts as the two Disciples of Negropolis vault the barricade. The larger Disciple charges Marcus with a thunderous clothesline while the smaller one climbs the turnbuckle and leaps—flying crossbody onto Beast 2!
Johnny: “The Disciples have entered the fray! Negropolis is fighting back, hammering Mason with rights and lefts!”
Outside, Polly Mason stalks toward Flippers the Penguin, snarling and singing a twisted lullaby—“Sleepy birdie, time to freeze!”* Ace MacDougal scrambles to shield the frantic penguin, shoving Polly back as the crowd roars.*
Johnny: “Ace is protecting Flippers from Polly’s claws! Inside the ring, Lion’s back on his feet!”
Lion springs to action, joining Negropolis and the Disciples as the Wizard’s Warriors—Scarecrow and Tin Man—storm the ring to an explosion of cheers.
Eddie: “Now it’s a full-on zoo in there!”
Johnny: “The Primal Horde see the numbers and wisely retreat up the ramp. Marcus is barking orders but the Beasts are backing off!”
Negropolis stands tall in the ring, flanked by Lion, the two eerie Disciples, Ace MacDougal, and a jubilant Flippers waddling in celebration.
Johnny: “Listen to this place! Eddie, it looks like Negropolis may have found some powerful new allies!”
Eddie: “Allies or cult members, Johnny—either way, the Primal Horde’s got a problem on their hands.”
Johnny: “What a night here at Polar Power! The Beasts escape with their titles, but the war with Negropolis is just beginning!”
SINISTER KLAUS’s GRIM TIDINGS
(Camera cuts to the frosty NPCW interview zone, decked in silver garland and ominous red spotlights. Smooth Samantha stands polished and poised with a mic in hand. Beside her lurks Sinister Klaus, draped in a black–trimmed crimson coat and dark sunglasses, his signature twisted Santa smirk curling beneath a snow–white beard. At his side, the ever-scheming Fenwick Grimbough—the disgraced former Director of Rules & Regulations—clutches a leather rulebook like it’s a weapon.)
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, Polar Power continues, and in just moments the NPCW faithful will witness Sinister Klaus’s first defense of the NPCW Universal Championship. And it comes against none other than Kris Kringle himself. Klaus, your thoughts heading into this colossal showdown?”
Sinister Klaus: (slow, mocking chuckle) “Thoughts? Samantha, my thoughts are as cold as the blizzards outside. Kris Kringle—old, broken, yesterday’s legend—should have stayed tucked away by the fire with his milk and cookies. Instead, he’s decided to step back into my world…a world of darkness and dominance. Tonight, the only thing Kringle’s delivering is his pride—straight into my stocking of destruction.”
Samantha: “Strong words, but there’s a twist. This match—your first Universal Championship defense—has a fifteen minute time limit. Many are saying that’s unusually short for such a prestigious title. Any concern that might work against you?”
(Fenwick steps forward with a sly grin, adjusting his crooked elf cap.)
Fenwick Grimbough: “Ohhh, Samantha, such a suspicious mind. But as the former Director of Rules & Regulations, allow me to clarify. The Universal Title was designed for fast, decisive contests. Fifteen minutes is plenty of time… if you’re the true champion. And who authored that regulation? Why, yours truly. Isn’t it poetic?”
(He taps the rulebook with a gloved finger and winks toward the camera.)
Sinister Klaus: (leans in, voice dripping menace) “Poetic indeed. Fifteen minutes is more than enough for me to dismantle Kringle. Tick tock, old man. Every second that clock ticks, I’ll be carving my name deeper into NPCW history. And when the bell rings, the only gift this crowd will unwrap is defeat.”
Samantha: “Kris Kringle has vowed to fight for the heart of the North Pole. Do you have any final words for him before you step into the ring?”
Sinister Klaus: (smirks, lowering his shades to glare directly into the camera) “Kringle…you should have stayed retired. Tonight, the legend of Christmas Past gets buried under the shadow of the Sinister Future.”
(Fenwick laughs with a high, wicked cackle as the camera tightens on Klaus’s icy grin. Samantha looks uneasy as the pair stalk off toward the gorilla position, the sound of Fenwick’s rulebook snapping shut echoing like a sinister sleigh bell.)
Johnny: “Well there you have it, folks—Sinister Klaus as cold and cruel as the arctic winds. He’s not just ready to defend that NPCW Universal Title, he’s practically salivating at the thought of ending Kris Kringle’s comeback before it even starts.”
Eddie: “And why shouldn’t he, Johnny? Klaus is the real power in the North now. Kringle can jingle all the way back to retirement for all I care. Fifteen minutes? Klaus only needs five to ruin Santa’s night.”
Johnny: “Don’t count out Kris Kringle just yet. The man’s fought monsters, darkness, and time itself to get here. If anyone can shock the system in a short fight, it’s the original Saint Nick.”
Eddie: “Please. Klaus is bigger, badder, and meaner than ever. Kringle’s about to find out the hard way—this isn’t storybook Christmas anymore, this is Sinister Season.”
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the frozen wastes beyond mercy... weighing in at 327 pounds of fearsome frost and wrath... he is the bringer of reckoning, the punisher of the naughty... this is no jolly myth—this is Sinister Klaus!” | “From the snowy peaks of the North Pole… He is the spirit of the season, the original gift-giver, the legend of legends… SAAAANTA CLAAAAAUS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A cold blue mist floods the stage as a low, ominous bell tolls, and a blizzard-like fog coils across the ramp. The arena falls into total darkness. A warped, industrial-metal version of a twisted Christmas anthem explodes through the speakers—chains clanging, sleigh bells distorted, ghostly whispers echoing. A guttural "HO... HO... HO..." rumbles as a black iron chariot slowly emerges, pulled by four corrupted reindeer in war armor. Riding atop is Sinister Klaus—a towering specter in black and crimson, arms crossed, beard like a battle flag, eyes like frozen fire. He steps down from the chariot, dragging a rusted sack behind him, and marches to the ring with judgment in every step—unbothered by the crowd's terror. | As a deep, triumphant orchestral remix of “Carol of the Bells” hits the speakers—complete with sleigh bells, heroic brass, and thunderous drums—the arena erupts. Snow begins to fall from the rafters as a red sleigh appears at the top of the ramp, pulled by pyrotechnic reindeer. Santa Claus steps out, a towering force of cheer and justice, donned in a long, red velvet coat with fur trim, wrestling boots, and a custom title belt over his shoulder.He waves to the crowd with thunderous energy, handing out candy canes and high fives to kids at ringside. Every step he takes toward the ring is met with chants of “HO! HO! HO!” |
1st Minute
Johnny: “The bell rings and the NPCW Universe is electric! Kris Kringle wastes no time—he latches right onto Sinister Klaus with the Winter Freeze, a grinding reverse chinlock!”
Eddie: “What is this, Johnny? A hug from grandpa? Klaus is the Universal Champion—he’s not losing to a glorified Christmas card in the first minute!”
Johnny: “Kringle wrenching down, using his strength to sap Klaus early!”
Eddie: “He’ll need more than a chinlock to melt the Ice King of Chaos.”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Klaus shakes him off and winds up for the North Pole Drop—AXE BOMBER!”
Eddie: “Here we go!”
Johnny: “Kringle ducks under! The old Saint’s reflexes are still sharp!”
Eddie: “That was luck, Johnny. Pure luck.”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Klaus clamps on the Klaus Crush bear hug—he’s trying to squeeze the jingle bells out of Kringle!”
Eddie: “This is what a real champion looks like. Squeeze the coal right out of him, Klaus!”
Johnny: “Kringle firing knees into the midsection—Frostbite to break the hold!”
Eddie: “That’s desperation, not strategy.”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Both men trading shots—Klaus with those Stocking Stuffer strikes!”
Eddie: “That’s a stocking full of pain.”
Johnny: “Kringle answers with The Long Winter—delayed vertical suplex! The ring just shook!”
Eddie: “I can’t believe this fossil is still lifting like that.”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Klaus tries more Stocking Stuffer punches—Kringle reverses! Sleigh Crash! He rammed Klaus right into the turnbuckle!”
Eddie: “Hey, Honest Abe, check those pads! That’s elder abuse!”
Johnny: “Kringle with a quick cover—one, two—Klaus powers out!”
Eddie: “You can’t pin greatness that easily.”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Yuletide Plex by Kringle! Gutwrench suplex right into another cover—ONE…TWO…NO!”
Eddie: “Close only counts in reindeer games, Johnny, not Universal Title matches.”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Double collision—Kringle with a Yule Breaker! Huge double underhook suplex!”
Eddie: “But Klaus still peppering him with shots. The champ is absorbing punishment like a snowdrift takes footprints.”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Klaus fires back—Chimney Drop atomic drop!”
Eddie: “That’ll knock the tinsel out of your tree!”
Johnny: “Kringle grabs him again—Winter Freeze locked in!”
Eddie: “Break it, Klaus! Don’t let this overgrown mall Santa choke you out!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Klaus drops the Yule Elbow!”
Eddie: “Right on target!”
Johnny: “But Kringle counters with another Long Winter suplex—what power!”
Eddie: “How is his back not dust by now?”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Chimney Drop from Klaus!”
Eddie: “That’s vintage Sinister Claus right there!”
Johnny: “Kringle answers with a Chimney Collapse knee drop! Back and forth—neither man giving an inch!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Klaus going for the Naughty List running leg drop—Kringle rolls away!”
Eddie: “Bah humbug! That was a three-star leg drop if I’ve ever seen one.”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Klaus climbs for a Yule Elbow—but Kringle reverses! The Long Winter again!”
Eddie: “No! Don’t you dare—”
Johnny: “Kringle with the cover—ONE…TWO…Klaus kicks out again!”
Eddie: “The champ’s heart is colder than the Arctic, Johnny. He’s not losing tonight.”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Wait a second—Fenwick Grimbough up on the apron! He’s distracting Honest Abe!”
Eddie: “He’s just clarifying the rules, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Clarifying nothing—Klaus takes advantage with a crushing shot to the back!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Kringle shakes it off and hoists Klaus—another Long Winter! The crowd is roaring!”
Eddie: “Somebody salt the ramp, this sleigh is out of control!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “We are seconds away from the time limit—Kringle cinches in the Winter Freeze again!”
Eddie: “Hold on, Klaus! Fifteen minutes is all you need to survive!”
Johnny: “Klaus struggling… and there’s the bell! Time has expired!”
Eddie: “The champ lives to fight another night!”
TIME-LIMIT DRAW — SINISTER KLAUS RETAINS THE NPCW UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP AFTER 15:00.
Post-Match Chaos
Johnny: “But hold on—listen to those bells… that’s the sound of Grim Tidings! Here come Belsnickel and Hans Trapp storming down the aisle!”
Eddie: “Oh, this is about to get merry!”
Johnny: “Kringle stands his ground, backing toward the ropes—wait, there’s movement under the ring—who is—GOOD LORD!”
Eddie: “That’s… no, it can’t be!”
Johnny: “It is! Knecht Ruprecht! After all these years—back from the shadows of legend!”
The hooded figure rises, his scarred face lit by the arena lights. His patched, leather-strapped tunic and iron buckles look forged from some dark 17th-century nightmare. Chains clatter from his belt as he steps into the ring, eyes burning like winter’s wrath.
Johnny: “Kringle turns—and Ruprecht LOW BLOWS HIM! A sickening shot, followed by a brutal DDT!”
Eddie: “Yes! The dark servant of Christmas past has returned, and business has just picked up!”
Johnny: “Sinister Klaus, Belsnickel, Hans Trapp, and now Knecht Ruprecht stand united over a fallen Kris Kringle. Grim Tidings has multiplied before our eyes!”
Eddie: “Forget milk and cookies—this Christmas is gonna taste like pain!”
The camera lingers on the four figures towering over the battered Kringle, their shadows swallowing the ring as the final image burns into the screen.
Johnny: “Fans, this is chaos! We’re out of time—what does this mean for NPCW?!”
TEASER
“Queen’s Lament”
Visual: A lone woman stands atop a snow-covered castle ruin, wind blowing through her regal cloak. She gazes at a shattered crown in her hands. Her voice:
“They say our time is past. But I say… our legend begins now.”
Text on screen:
“A queen does not kneel. She leads.”
[#LadyGuinevere]
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