Aired - October 26, 2025
SHOW OPENING MONTAGE
🎵 Music: Industrial-metal theme with a pounding cold rhythm. The cracked ice bell remains, but now layered with a low male choir chant, like a ritual tone.
NARRATOR (Alton Bell, rich Welsh accent, smooth but sinister):
“In the frozen North… where mercy perishes… only the strongest endure. Welcome… to a brand-new era of Chill Factor.”
🌨️ [Static blast → Logo burn-in: CHILL FACTOR]
🎬 Montage Kicks In – synchronized to pounding riffs
Highlight Reels (Main Six)
- Rudolph vs. Kong
Rudolph’s glowing nose cuts through the haze as he charges. Kong meets him mid-air with a brutal backhand that rattles the ring.
[SFX: Impact crunch → ice cracking] - Sandman vs. Sinbad
Sandman coils Sinbad into the Icy Slumber Sleeper Hold, the arena lights dimming as Sinbad struggles and collapses.
[SFX: Deep exhale fading into silence] - Frankenstein’s Monster Mark II Debut vs. Prancer
The stitched behemoth steps over the ropes like a living weapon. Prancer leaps — only to be snatched mid-air and driven through the canvas.
[SFX: Heavy slam + crowd gasp] - Negropolis vs. Beast 1
The arena flickers into shadow as Negropolis consumes the ring in swirling void. Beast 1 claws forward, but is engulfed into darkness.
[SFX: Digital distortion + echoing scream] - Abaddon vs. Sinbad
Abaddon hoists Sinbad crucifix-style before obliterating him into the mat with a demonic slam, sparks raining from overhead lights.
[SFX: Metal screech + guttural roar] - Sinister Klaus vs. Friar Tuck
Klaus swings his chain like a guillotine, narrowly missing Tuck — who counters with a thunderous cross-body avalanche splash that shakes the posts.
[SFX: Chain whip + wood snapping]
Superstar Flashes (Quick Cuts – lightning-fast)
- Santa Claus standing bloodied but unbroken.
- Mean Jack Mason drilling someone with the Northern Lights Driver.
- Kris Kringle smashing a candy cane over an opponent’s back.
- The Beasts pounding their chests in unison as snow bursts up.
- Big Bad Wolf snarling into the camera, breath steaming in the cold.
- Van Helsing raising his silver stake toward the screen.
Transition: The Broadcast Team
Music dips to a steady pulse.
📺 Hammer Washington & Brick Brody at the announce deck, frost mist clinging to their monitors. Their voices bleeding into the track:
HAMMER: “This is the proving ground, baby — freeze or fall!”
BRODY: “Every match tonight will cut to the bone!”
Final Shot
The music falls to a dark hum.
💀 Dave “The Brute” Kent sits alone in his dim bunker studio. One swinging bulb, static crawling across the feed. His eyes lock on the viewer.
NARRATOR (Alton Bell, Welsh accent, almost whispering):
“In this new era… the cold does not kill. It crowns… and it condemns.”
❄️ Logo Slam:
CHILL FACTOR
“The Brand-New Era Has Begun.”
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 | Ogre and Kong | VS | Merry BandFriar Tuck and Little John |
| 2 | Howler #2 | VS | Prince Charming |
| 3 | Frankenstein’s Monster | VS | Kris Kringle |
| 4 | Frost Giants | VS | Jolly Green and Paul Bunyon |
| 5 | Jasper Fang | VS | Howler #1 |
| Main Event | Dave “The Brute” Kent and Mr.X | VS | Brick Brody and Robin Hood |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | ||
| Dr. Frankenstein | Jasper Fang | Robin Hood |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[Wide camera sweep across the roaring crowd.]
Fans are on their feet, waving signs and decked out in homemade NPCW gear. The energy is wild — it’s one of those nights where the crowd knows something big is coming.
- “STEAL FROM THE DAMNED – ROBIN RULES!” (Robin Hood fan waving a green flag with a bow drawn on it.)
- “GUIDING LIGHT SHINES FOREVER!” (Rudolph supporters, holding glowing red LED noses in unison.)
- “RIVER REAPERS: TAG TEAM TERRORS!” (Two fans dressed as Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer in overalls, holding oars that read NPCW GOLD.)
- “JASPER FANG IS HERE TO HUNT!” (A group in crimson hooded capes, howling and showing fanged smiles.)
- “FEEL THE COLD – FEAR THE GIANTS!” (Frost Giant supporters holding icy blue foam fists and blowing snowflake confetti.)
[Camera pans to the announce desk.]
HAMMER & BRICK OPENING
Hammer Washington (calm, classic broadcast energy):
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a special road edition of NPCW Chill Factor, coming to you LIVE from beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia! The North Pole Arena may be getting a facelift, but tonight, this Canadian crowd is getting a front-row seat to absolute chaos! I’m Hammer Washington, and sitting next to me is the man they call the Bunker Breaker, the Original Outlaw, Brick Brody!”
Brick Brody (gruff smirk, leaning into the mic):
“Don’t you forget it, Hammer! The frost is thick, the fists are heavy, and the stakes? They’re colder than a tax collector’s heart in January! Tonight ain’t about pretty moves or fancy pyro — it’s about survival. You got bruisers, monsters, giants, and one poor fool named Dave Kent who’s about to find out the difference between talkin’ about the ring… and bleedin’ in it.”
Hammer (grinning):
“Couldn’t have said it better, Brick — and fans, that’s right, tonight’s main event sees the unlikely pairing of Brick Brody himself teaming with none other than Robin Hood to take on HCW’s Mr. X and NPCW’s own Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent — a man stepping into the ring for the first time!”
Brick (chuckling darkly):
“Oh, I’ve been waitin’ for this. Kent’s been runnin’ his mouth from that Bunker like he’s some kinda war correspondent. Well tonight, I’m the battlefield — and Robin Hood’s got my back. Kent’s gonna learn what happens when the story talks back.”
CONVERGENCE BUILD-UP
Hammer:
“And speaking of battlefields, folks, CONVERGENCE is coming in November — a two-night supercard spectacular! NPCW’s finest will collide with HCW’s Dark Dominion and more in matches the fans have been dreaming of — and dreading! Just look at this: Hansel vs. Morningstar — the Light of the Enclave meets the Darkness of Dominion!”
Brick:
“Morningstar’s a killer, Hammer. He’s not out there for wins, he’s out there for wounds. But Hansel? That boy’s got ice in his veins. That’s gonna be a collision of pure willpower.”
HALLOWEEN HORROR TEASE
Hammer:
“Before that, this Friday night, it’s our annual Halloween Horror Show — every NPCW title on the line except the Universal Championship. It’s going to be tricks, treats, and title fights all night long!”
Brick:
“Last year we saw blood, fog, and a pumpkin used as a weapon — I expect worse this time. My kinda holiday, Hammer.”
MATCH RUNDOWN
Hammer:
“But before we get there, let’s talk about tonight’s card, because Vancouver’s got a loaded one!”
MATCH 1 – Monsters vs Merry Men
Ogre & Kong (Monster’s Bash’s Enforcers) vs The Merry Band (Friar Tuck & Little John)
Hammer: “Both teams looking to claw back into title contention — brute strength versus brotherhood tonight.”
Brick: “Friar and John better pray up, because Ogre and Kong don’t do sermons — they do smash mouth Sunday service.”
MATCH 2 – Lone Wolf Challenge
Howler #2 (Wolf Pack) vs Prince Charming
Hammer: “A clash of egos — Prince Charming looking to prove he’s more than his looks.”
Brick: “He’ll be lookin’ up at the lights before he gets to the mirror, Hammer. The Wolf Pack don’t care about fairy tales.”
MATCH 3 – Monster vs Myth
Frankenstein’s Monster vs Kris Kringle
Hammer: “Kris Kringle’s back on the path of redemption — and facing one of the most unstoppable forces in NPCW.”
Brick: “Redemption’s a nice story, but Frankenstein’s Monster? He doesn’t read stories, Hammer — he ends ‘em.”
MATCH 4 – Clash of Titans
The Frost Giants vs Jolly Green & Paul Bunyan
Hammer: “A battle of gigantic proportions! Four of the largest men in NPCW history colliding right here in Vancouver.”
Brick: “Hope the arena insurance is paid up — when this one starts, the Richter scale’s gonna jump.”
MATCH 5 – Legacy Unleashed (Debut Match)
Jasper Fang (of the Red Riding Hood Legacy) vs Howler #1 (Wolf Pack)
Hammer: “The mysterious Jasper Fang debuts tonight — the Red Riding Hood Legacy continues!”
Brick: “If he’s anything like the rumors say, Howler #1’s about to find out what happens when the hunter stops runnin’.”
MAIN EVENT – Words Become War
Dave “The Brute” Kent & Mr. X (HCW) vs Brick Brody & Robin Hood
Hammer: “What a way to close the night! Brick, you’ll be stepping out of the booth and into the brawl!”
Brick: “Hammer, I’ve been dyin’ to stretch my knuckles again. Kent’s been playin’ journalist — tonight he gets an education in violence. And Mr. X? He’s just collateral damage.”
Hammer (smiling):
“Fans, it’s shaping up to be one wild night in Vancouver — NPCW Chill Factor Episode 010 starts right now!”
Brick (cracks knuckles):
“Let’s raise some hell.”
[Cue pyro, opening bell — the crowd roars as the first match graphic hits the screen.]
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Hammer Washington | Dave “The Brute” Kent |
| Louie Linville RING ANNOUNCER | Slick Ricky Vega INTERVIEWER |
THE BUNKER
The feed cuts from the live crowd in Vancouver to a gritty, dimly lit room — concrete cinder block walls, a creaky wooden desk, a flickering lightbulb dangling by a wire. A single microphone sits on the table, surrounded by scattered papers, an old coffee mug, and a half-empty protein shake bottle.
Dave “The Brute” Kent sits behind the desk, decked out in his black mask and wrestling gear, his trademark scowl halfway between smug and self-satisfied. His voice booms with that gruff, analytical authority — part grizzled insider, part southern firebrand who’s seen too much stupidity in his day.
Next to him sits Mr. X, silent and sour-looking, wearing sunglasses indoors. He occasionally slides papers across the desk for Dave to sign — a running gag throughout the segment. Each one is apparently part of the used Yugo sale agreement that coerced Mr. X into tagging with Dave tonight.
DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT ON TONIGHT’S MATCH
Dave Kent (leaning toward the camera, tapping the mic): “Welcome… to The Bunker. The place where truth lives, and egos come to die. Now tonight, for the first time in NPCW history, The Brute himself steps out from behind the desk and into the squared circle. Yeah, I know what you’re thinkin’ — ‘Dave, you’re a journalist, you’re an analyst, you’re a man of the mind!’”
(he pats his gut) “Well guess what — I’m also a man of steel will and southern resolve. I’ve been hittin’ the gym hard, cuttin’ down from two-a-day chili dogs to one. I’m primed, I’m focused, and I’m ready to show all these armchair tough guys that the pen might be mighty — but the fist finishes the sentence.”
(Mr. X hands him another form; Dave signs it without looking.) “Yeah, yeah, fine, warranty coverage or whatever. Don’t scratch my transmission, pal.”
(He smirks back at the camera.) “Now let’s talk about our opponents. Robin Hood and Brick Brody — sounds like a fairy tale until you realize one of ‘em’s a fraud and the other’s a fossil.”
ON ROBIN HOOD
Dave (mocking tone): “Let’s start with ol’ Robin the Brooder. Used to be a man of the people, now he’s a man of the rafters. He’s been up there pouting since the day Lilith turned him inside out. The guy got caught with his tights down — literally — and now he’s actin’ like Batman’s moody cousin. Cryin’ in the shadows, whisperin’ about redemption. Redemption? Please. This guy held the Northern Lights Championship for one day! That’s not a title reign, that’s a rental period. I’ve had library books longer than that!”
(Mr. X chuckles under his breath, muttering “Late fees, too.” Dave ignores him.)
Dave (snorts): “Tonight, Robin Hood’s gonna find out that when you step outta the rafters and into the ring, you face gravity — and gravity hurts, son.”
ON BRICK BRODY
(Dave leans back, crosses his arms, tone turning sharp and playful.)
“Now the other half of this bedtime story — Brick Brody. NPCW’s so-called ‘Original Outlaw.’ The man who never lets you forget how tough he was ‘back in the day.’ Yeah, I’ve heard all the stories. The bar fights. The busted bottles. The broken bones. Real cinematic stuff, Brick. But see, here’s what the record books don’t tell you…”
(He gestures to Mr. X, who dramatically holds up a VHS tape labeled “Beautiful Brody – 1986.” The crowd watching on the big screen starts to buzz.)
Dave (grinning ear to ear): “Roll the tape!”
THE VIDEO
(The screen fuzzes into grainy, VHS-quality footage. A younger Brick Brody prances down an old gymnasium ramp wearing pink tights, hair in braided pigtails, blowing kisses to the crowd as disco music blares. He twirls, flexes, and waves a feather boa before winking into the camera.)
Dave (nearly choking on laughter): “Oh sweet mercy — look at this! This ain’t the ‘Outlaw.’ This is Beautiful Brody! The man looked like he was auditionin’ for Solid Gold! That’s the guy who calls me soft? Brick, you were out there lookin’ like a cotton candy commercial with an attitude problem! This was a poor attempt at a Gorgeous George impersonation.”
(Mr. X snickers, holding up another paper for signature. Dave keeps talking while scribbling.)
Dave (mocking voice): “‘Oh I’m a tough guy! I broke arms in back alleys!’ Yeah, right — after you got done curling your bangs and applyin’ body glitter. I got news for ya, Brody — after tonight, you won’t be pretty, you won’t be outlaw, and you sure as hell won’t be sittin’ behind that announce desk lookin’ smug. You’ll be back to what you were… Beautiful and broken.”
(He leans into the camera, smirking coldly.)
“See you out there, sweetheart.”
(Mr. X gives a thumbs-up as the Bunker logo flashes across the screen: a cracked cinder block wall with ‘THE BRUTE KNOWS BEST’ spray-painted on it.)
(Hammer Washington is practically biting his lip to keep from laughing. Brick Brody sits stone-faced — then suddenly bursts into a gravelly chuckle.)
Brick Brody: “Oh, that’s what he’s goin’ with? Ha! Hammer, I was wonderin’ how deep Kent had to dig to find somethin’ like that — probably had to raid a VCR museum. Yeah, I was ‘Beautiful Brody.’ I’ve never hid from that. You know why? Because that goofy-lookin’ gimmick paid my bills and opened my doors. I cut my teeth wearin’ pink before I broke noses in black.”
Hammer (grinning): “Seems like you’re taking it in stride, partner.”
Brick (cracking his knuckles, tone darkening): “Oh, I’m takin’ it fine, Hammer. But tonight, the only color Kent’s gonna be wearin’ is red. He wanted the old footage? He’s gonna get the old pain. And as for Mr. X — he better hope that Yugo’s got enough horsepower to get him the hell outta Vancouver when I’m done.”
(Hammer nods as the crowd pops for Brick’s defiant energy.)
Hammer: “Fans, you heard the man — The Bunker brought the fire, but the ring’s where the truth’ll be told. Brick Brody and Robin Hood take on Dave Kent and Mr. X later tonight — and something tells me the ‘Beautiful’ days are long gone!”
(Cut to commercial as the crowd chants “BEAU-TI-FUL! BEAU-TI-FUL!” — Brick smirking as the camera fades out.)
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Accompanied to the ring by the twisted genius Dr. Frankenstein… at a combined weight of 730 pounds of raw, engineered destruction… the muscle behind the Monster’s Bash… KONG and OGRE — THE ENFORCERS!” | “At a combined weight of 505 pounds… the forest’s strongest bond… the towering titan and the cheerful bruiser… LITTLE JOHN and FRIAR TUCK… THE MERRY BAND!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness. A thunderous heartbeat bass rumbles beneath a heavy, industrial metal track. Lightning cracks across the screen as Dr. Frankenstein emerges, laughing maniacally, holding a sparking control device. Behind him, the mammoth silhouettes of KONG and OGRE stomp through green smoke and bursts of steam — two monstrous juggernauts, chains dragging behind them, eyes burning with fury. They step into the ring like beasts unleashed, roaring to terrify the crowd. | Cheerful medieval pub music gives way to upbeat folk rock as Friar Tuck and Little John storm the stage. Friar Tuck, jolly and round, twirls a walking stick like a staff, while the towering Little John cracks his knuckles and plays up his brute strength. They clink imaginary mugs together at the top of the ramp, then charge toward the ring, ready for adventure. |
Hammer Washington (excited): “Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in Vancouver, British Columbia — and we’re kicking things off with tag team action! The Enforcers of Monster’s Bash, Ogre and Kong, accompanied by that diabolical Dr. Frankenstein, are set to collide with the Merry Band — Friar Tuck and Little John — two of the toughest hearts in the realm of Robin Hood!”
Brick Brody (gruff chuckle): “Yeah, Hammer, but heart don’t mean squat when you’re standing across from a couple of Frankenstein’s favorite freaks! Ogre and Kong don’t wrestle, they wreck! Look at those two — like somebody crossed a freight train with a medieval torture rack.”
Hammer: “I’ll tell you what, Brick, the Merry Band have been on the rebound since that tough loss a few weeks ago. They’re determined to get back into title contention tonight.”
Brick: “And that’s cute. Real cute. Determination looks great on paper until you’ve got Kong’s boot in your ribcage and Ogre’s breath foggin’ up your soul. Let’s see how long that determination lasts.”
Hammer: “There’s the bell — Friar Tuck starting for the Merry Band, Kong for Monster’s Bash— and the crowd’s roaring already!”
Brick: “Probably ‘cause they smell the ale comin’ off Tuck! You know this guy’s got hops in his blood, Hammer — I once saw him headbutt a keg just to prove a point!”
Hammer: “Oh, and right from the start, all four men are in the ring! Honest Abe’s lost control already!”
Brick (half-laughing, half-growling): “That’s what I’m talkin’ about! None of this fancy tag rope nonsense — just a good ol’ fashioned brawl! This is real wrestling, baby!”
Hammer: “Tuck with a huge splash on Kong! Little John’s in with a towering suplex — good grief, he just threw Ogre halfway across the ring!”
Brick: “Yeah, and Ogre didn’t even feel it! He’s up already — boot to the gut! Kong follows with that snap mare! That’s the difference, Hammer. These two don’t sell pain — they return it with interest!”
Hammer: “The Merry Band showing great teamwork here in the early going — but Dr. Frankenstein’s got that wild grin on his face at ringside. You can tell he’s cooking up something!”
Brick: “Probably another freak in the lab, Hammer! I tell ya, Doc’s built the perfect tag team — no brains, all brawn. Just how I like it.”
Hammer: “Tuck’s still in there slugging away — look at that bear hug! The Keg Crusher! He’s squeezing the life out of Kong!”
Brick: “He’s tryin’ to pop the keg before happy hour! But look out — Ogre’s back in! You can’t turn your back on this brute!”
Hammer: “Ogre and Kong now… wait a minute — they’re double-teaming Friar Tuck! Ogre tosses him clean out of the ring, and Kong follows with a hammer blow right to the chest!”
Brick (mock cheer): “Oh-ho-ho! There it is! Classic teamwork, the kind of teamwork I respect! No flips, no dives, just two monsters makin’ meat outta a man!”
Hammer: “Come on, now! Honest Abe needs to get control of this! Tuck’s on the outside — and the referee’s starting the count!”
Crowd: “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
Hammer: “Tuck’s trying to get up—he’s dazed—”
Brick: “He’s done, Hammer. He’s prayin’ to Saint Ale Barrel right now.”
Hammer: “NINE… TEN! That’s it! He’s counted out! Kong and Ogre win it!”
Brick (grinning ear to ear): “That’s what happens when you step into the ring with monsters, Hammer. The Merry Band brought mugs to a mugging! Ogre and Kong — they don’t play, they punish. That’s the Monster’s Bash way, baby!”
Hammer (disapproving): “Well, you may celebrate their tactics, Brick, but I’ll tell you this — Friar Tuck and Little John fought with heart. They never backed down, even against two brutes like that.”
Brick: “Heart don’t win matches, Hammer. Hitting harder does. That’s science — ask Frankenstein.”
(Cut to Dr. Frankenstein cackling at ringside, patting Kong and Ogre on the shoulders as they stomp toward the back.)
OGRE & KONG (WITH DR. FRANKENSTEIN) DEFEATED FRIAR TUCK & LITTLE JOHN (OF THE MERRY BAND) VIA COUNT-OUT (AFTER OGRE’S TOSS OUT OF RING) AT THE 2 MINUTE MARK.
DR. FRANKENSTEIN’S EXPERIMENT
[Scene: The interview zone backstage — steel walls, flickering fluorescent lights, and a fog machine working overtime. Slick Ricky Vega stands front and center in a glimmering silver suit jacket with pink lapels, his hair teased like a late-80s rock video reject. He grips the mic like it’s a microphone from his glam rock days.]
Slick Ricky Vega: (grinning wide, leaning toward the camera) “Ohhhh yeah, baby, Slick Ricky Vega here — the voice that once rocked the Vegas Strip and now rocks the halls of Chill Factor! And tonight, I’ve got with me one of the coldest, creepiest collectives in the whole frozen federation — the Monster’s Bash! The mad doctor himself, the man with the master plan, Dr. Frankenstein!”
(camera pans as the monstrous entourage looms into frame — Ogre, Kong, and Dragon King form a wall of muscle and menace. Behind them, Alpha Monster — the towering, grey-skinned Frankenstein’s Monster Mark II — twitches like he’s barely contained. Dr. Frankenstein adjusts his cracked glasses, sneering with smug pride.)
Dr. Frankenstein: (voice booming with manic arrogance) “Ah, Slick Ricky! At last, the world begins to see the genius that you already feel! Did you see it out there? My Enforcers — Ogre and Kong — dismantled the Merry Band like children’s toys left out in the snow! Precision! Power! Perfection! That is Monster engineering at its finest!”
(Kong grunts, flexing his massive arms as Ogre pounds a fist into his palm. Dragon King hisses softly, smoke curling from his mouth.)
Slick Ricky Vega: “Yeah, yeah, the Enforcers looked like a couple of wrecking balls in stereo, no doubt about it! But, Doc, word going ‘round the locker room is that the Monster’s Bash has been... how do I put this politely... not exactly tearin’ up the charts lately. I mean — Dragon King’s been playing the small stage at the house shows, the Enforcers haven’t seen much spotlight ‘til tonight, and the big man here—” (points to Alpha Monster, who glares down at him, snarling) “—has had a rough month! Van Helsing! Prince Charming! Two big L’s, Doc! Is the Bash... uh... losing its groove?”
(crowd in the arena audibly reacts to the jab as Frankenstein’s eyes widen with insulted fury.)
Dr. Frankenstein: (snapping, eyes gleaming with madness) “Losing its groove?! Ha! You dare question the evolution of fear?! Those were merely field tests, Vega — recalibrations in the grand experiment! Every misstep was data collected! Every failure... a variable corrected!”
(he spins toward Alpha Monster, gripping the creature’s head with one trembling hand, his expression wild and inspired)
“You see, THIS — this is not the same Monster that faltered before Van Helsing or bent beneath the fairytale fop! No, no, no! I have rewritten his programming, recharged his neural conduits, and tonight, against Kris Kringle — the so-called Legend of the North — this new Alpha Monster shall become... unstoppable!”
(Alpha Monster growls — a low, distorted sound that rattles the mic. He stares into the camera, dead-eyed and breathing heavy, mechanical twitches running up his neck.)
Alpha Monster: (growling, voice like breaking metal) “KRINGLE... WILL... FALL...”
(the crowd in the arena roars through the monitors. Vega takes a cautious half-step back, holding up a hand.)
Slick Ricky Vega: “Whew! Somebody call security and an electrician, baby, ‘cause that’s a bad vibe if I’ve ever felt one! But hey — Kong, you look like you got somethin’ to say, big fella?”
(Kong steps forward, his glare locked on Alpha Monster. For a tense few seconds, the two titans stare each other down. The room feels colder.)
Kong: (low, gravelly, warning tone) “Tonight... be the Alpha. Win... or else.”
(Ogre growls in agreement. The camera catches Dr. Frankenstein’s uneasy smile as he adjusts his gloves, trying to laugh it off.)
Dr. Frankenstein: “Yes, yes — constructive motivation! My creatures inspire each other! A perfect system of fear and control! Now come, my Bash — we have history to make!”
(he spins dramatically, leading his monstrous group out of frame. The camera lingers on Vega wiping sweat off his brow, trying to play it cool.)
Slick Ricky Vega: (half-grin, half-grimace) “Man... I used to party with some wild bands back in ‘87, but none of ‘em ever looked like that. Back to you, Hammer and Brick — before these guys turn me into a drum kit!”
[Cut to commentary desk — Hammer Washington and Brick Brody.]
Hammer Washington: “I don’t know, Brick — that wasn’t science, that was madness! The Monster’s Bash look more divided than ever! And did you see that stare-down between Kong and Alpha Monster? There’s trouble brewin’ inside that lab!”
Brick Brody: (snorts, leaning back with a grin) “Trouble? Hammer, that’s motivation! You don’t get monsters like that singin’ Kumbaya! You gotta break a few bolts to build a beast, brother! Frankenstein’s finally puttin’ the fear back in the Bash — and if Alpha Monster’s half as dangerous as the Doc says, Kringle’s gonna wish he stayed retired!”
Hammer Washington: “Well, folks, we’ll find out later tonight when Alpha Monster steps into the ring with the legend himself, Kris Kringle! Don’t go anywhere — more Chill Factor after this!”
(fade to promo bumper of Alpha Monster’s match graphic)
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From deep within the hunting grounds of the Wolf Pack… the enforcer of primal law… he is the silent storm and the Blood Moon Beast — HOWLER TWO!” | “Now making his way to the ring… from the Kingdom of Perfection… the Crown Jewel of Combat… wrestling’s noble protector… PRIIINCE CHAAAAARMINGGGGG!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness, save for a silver spotlight cutting through mist. A deep drumbeat begins — slower, heavier — and Howler 2 emerges through the haze, his face half-shadowed, a wolf-pelt draped over one shoulder. He moves with deliberate menace, eyes locked forward, as if tracking prey. At the top of the ramp, he raises both arms and lets out a low, guttural growl that grows into a full roar as the crowd howls back. Calm fury radiates off him as he enters the ring, circling the ropes like a wolf claiming his territory. | Classical strings blend into a regal, upbeat orchestral rock anthem as golden lights sweep across the arena. Prince Charming strides out in a flowing royal cape, adorned in tailored ring gear embroidered with crests and gold trim. He places a hand over his heart and offers a deep, theatrical bow to the audience. Flashbulbs pop as he points out to fans like they’re loyal subjects, his smile gleaming as he makes his royal march to the ring. |
Hammer Washington: “Welcome back, fans — we’re set for our second contest of the night! The ever-dangerous Howler #2 of the Wolf Pack steps into the ring to face off with one of the North Pole’s most confident and, dare I say, dashing competitors — Prince Charming!”
Brick Brody: (snorts) “Dashing? Please. That guy’s got more hair spray than heart, Hammer. You think that pretty-boy routine’s gonna scare off a Wolf Pack brawler? Howler #2’s the kinda guy who chews glass for breakfast and spits it back out as gravel!”
[The bell rings — both men circle cautiously.]
Hammer Washington: “Charming starts off fast here — look at that! A Shooting Star Leg Drop right outta the gate! He’s not wasting any time!”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, fancy moves are great until you run into a wolf with a head like a battering ram. Howler #2’s not here to impress — he’s here to hurt!”
Hammer Washington: “And look at this — a Double Attack from the Wolf Pack! You knew the numbers game might come into play tonight!”
Brick Brody: (laughs) “You say it like it’s a crime, Hammer! That’s just smart pack tactics. Wolves don’t fight fair — they fight together! That’s survival, baby!”
[Minutes pass with Prince Charming showing off acrobatic flair — tornado DDTs, moonsaults, and high-speed offense — but the Wolf Pack keep the pressure on.]
Hammer Washington: “Prince Charming stringing together some offense now! Tornado DDT — follows up with a Senton! He’s trying to keep Howler #2 grounded, but the Wolf Pack just won’t stay out of it!”
Brick Brody: “That’s what happens when you stroll into the forest lookin’ like a cologne ad, Hammer! You’re gonna get mauled! And look at that Distract Foe from the Pack — Honest Abe’s got his hands full tonight!”
Hammer Washington: “It’s blatant interference, Brick! This referee’s gotta get control before this match turns into a mugging!”
Brick Brody: (chuckles darkly) “Hey, I like mugging! It’s good television!”
[Mid-match — both men go back and forth, the crowd roaring louder as the bout stretches past the fifteen-minute mark.]
Hammer Washington: “Prince Charming with a Standing Moonsault! He’s trying to end this! One, two— no! Howler #2 kicks out!”
Brick Brody: “You don’t pin a Wolf that easy, Hammer. You gotta drive a stake through his heart, and even then he’s gonna bite ya on the way down!”
Hammer Washington: “Look out — another Distract Foe from the Pack! That’s the third time tonight! Howler #2’s got a chance now — he hooks him— PILEDRIVER! Right on the crown of the head!”
Brick Brody: (grinning) “Beautiful! Old-school, skull-crackin’, neck-jarrin’ wrestling! None of that flippy nonsense, just good ol’-fashioned destruction!”
Hammer Washington: “Cover by Howler #2 — one! Two! Three! He got him! Prince Charming’s been spiked into the mat!”
Brick Brody: “And that, Hammer, is what happens when fairy tales meet reality. You can dance and sparkle all you want — but the Wolf Pack? They hunt.”
WINNER HOWLER #2 (OF THE WOLF PACK) DEFEATED PRINCE CHARMING VIA PINFALL (AFTER A PILEDRIVER) AT THE 29 MINUTE MARK.
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| "Making his way to the ring… led by the diabolical genius Dr. Frankenstein... standing over SEVEN FEET TALL and weighing in at THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS of pure, unrelenting terror… he is the ORIGINAL experiment in PAIN… THE ALPHA MONSTER… FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!" | “He is the Crimson Sentinel… the Watcher in the Mountains… returning from exile to defend the North once more… Weighing in at 272 pounds… From the forgotten snows of the Carpathian Peaks… This… is… KRRRIIIISSS KRRRRINGLE!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| As the lights dim and a storm of purple and green lightning crackles on the tron, industrial horrorcore metal blares through the arena. On the jumbotron, the words "THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE! THEY LIVE TO BRING DESTRUCTION" flash with rhythmic static. Smoke floods the ramp as Dr. Frankenstein steps out first, cackling madly with a control device in hand. Behind him lumbers The ALPHA Monster, bolts in neck, stitches visible, unfazed by the crowd's jeers. He stops, cracks his neck, and raises his massive arms as thunder echoes through the arena. | A slow, epic symphonic metal track, with tolling bells, orchestral builds, and ancient choral chanting.Dark red and icy blue hues. Light fog rolls in.Kris walks solemnly to the ring in a heavy crimson cloak with fur trim. He takes his time, stoic, scanning the crowd as if seeking a sign or omen. Once he reaches the steps, he removes the cloak to reveal old-school wrestling tights with ancient symbols sewn in. He nods solemnly to the fans — a warrior back from exile. |
Hammer Washington: “And here we go, folks—Alpha Monster looks like he’s been rebuilt, rewired, and reprogrammed by that madman Dr. Frankenstein himself! The so-called Mark II version of the Monster stands nearly seven feet tall and tips the scales at close to four hundred pounds!”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, Hammer, but you can upgrade the hardware all you want—if the pilot’s still an idiot, you’re flyin’ that plane right into the mountain. Kringle’s old, grizzled, and meaner than a reindeer with frostbite. That’s bad news for any lab experiment.”
Hammer: “The crowd here in Vancouver’s buzzing—Kringle’s been on a tear since his return, and you can bet he hasn’t forgotten that Frankenstein tried to ‘reanimate’ the legend out of existence last time they crossed paths!”
Brick: “And look at Frankenstein jawin’ on the outside already—guy’s got that ‘evil genius at a PTA meeting’ energy. He’s always meddlin’, always schemin’. This is gonna get ugly quick.”
The bell rings, and both men lumber into each other like freight trains. Alpha Monster hammers Kringle with The Bolt Driver—a massive double axe handle that sends him staggering—but Kringle fires right back, hoisting the behemoth into The Long Winter, a delayed vertical suplex that rattles the ring!
Hammer: “The veteran strength of Kris Kringle! He’s showing the Monster what real toughness looks like!”
Brick: “Yeah, but you don’t go toe-to-toe with a Frankenstein creation, Hammer. That’s like headbuttin’ a brick wall—you might crack it, but you’ll break your skull first.”
Alpha Monster smashes Kringle with a Graveyard Slam, then wrenches his back in The Clamp—a pendulum backbreaker that nearly folds the old man in half. Kringle refuses to give up, roaring through the pain and blasting back with a Frostbite knee lift.
The tide turns when Dr. Frankenstein leaps up onto the apron, shouting instructions—Kringle has had enough! The old legend storms over and clocks the mad scientist square in the jaw, sending him tumbling off the apron to the floor!
Hammer: “Frankenstein just got his circuits shorted!”
Brick: “That’s a first—I’ve seen Dr. Frankenstein take chair shots, lightning bolts, and lawsuits, but never a right hook from a former Santa Claus himself!”
With Frankenstein stunned, Alpha Monster hesitates—his eyes flickering as if confused. Kringle takes advantage, hitting The Long Winter again, then following with a thunderous Crimson Wrath—a cradle piledriver dead center of the ring!
Hammer: “He’s got him! Cover by Kringle!”
Brick: “No way he just dropped that much beef on his head—”
Referee: “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Hammer: “He did it! Kris Kringle just took down the Alpha Monster!”
Brick: “Well, I’ll be… the old man still got some coal left in the furnace.”
Frankenstein scrambles into the ring, shrieking at the unconscious Monster as Kringle stands tall, snow-white beard glistening with sweat and fury. He points at Frankenstein and mouths, “You’re next.”
Hammer Washington: “Kris Kringle is on a warpath! He’s sending a message to the entire Monster’s Bash—don’t count out the spirit of Christmas just yet!”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, yeah, spirit of Christmas—let’s not forget, Frankenstein just got decked by a guy who smells like peppermint schnapps and vengeance. I love it.”
WINNER: KRIS KRINGLE • DEFEATED: FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER MARK II (WITH DR. FRANKENSTEIN) • VIA: PINFALL (AFTER A CRIMSON WRATH CRADLE PILEDRIVER) • TIME: 10 MINUTE MARK
[Arena still echoing with the cheers for Kringle as his theme fades out. The camera pans back to the ring where Alpha Monster lies on the mat, his chest heaving from exhaustion. Dr. Frankenstein storms through the ropes, face twisted with fury, lab coat flapping, clipboard in hand like a weapon.]
Hammer Washington (voice, from commentary desk): Oh, come on now! Kris Kringle with a huge win here tonight! But look at this, folks — Dr. Frankenstein doesn’t seem too pleased with his creation!
Brick Brody: You lose when you’re built in a lab, Hammer, you don’t get a pep talk — you get debugged. I’ve seen this movie before, and it don’t end well for the monster!
[In the ring, Dr. Frankenstein circles the Alpha Monster like a shark. He’s red-faced, screaming in that manic, shrill tone that cuts through the crowd noise.]
Dr. Frankenstein (shouting): Failure! FAILURE! I built you to dominate, not to disappoint! You’re supposed to be the pinnacle of power, the perfect specimen! And yet— you let a washed-up old man drop you on your skull? Pathetic!
[The Monster stands there — stoic, shoulders slumped, staring down at the mat. He doesn’t move, doesn’t react. The crowd begins to boo as Frankenstein pokes a finger into the monster’s chest.]
Dr. Frankenstein (sneering): You feel that, Alpha? No… of course you don’t. You’re not meant to feel. You’re meant to obey!
[Frankenstein reaches into his coat pocket and produces a small, black device with a single red button — the crowd gasps as he holds it up with a wild grin.]
Hammer: Wait a minute… what in the world is that, Brick?!
Brick Brody: That, Hammer, looks like control. Every good monster needs a leash.
[Frankenstein presses the button. The Monster suddenly convulses, clutching his neck, roaring in pain as a faint electrical buzz fills the arena speakers.]
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Dr. Frankenstein (coldly): This, my dear Alpha… this is the price of failure.
[He presses it again — longer this time. The Monster screams and drops to his knees, shaking violently. The look on Frankenstein’s face isn’t anger anymore — it’s sadistic delight. He watches his creation crumble before him like a painter admiring his own twisted work.]
Hammer: This is disgusting! Somebody’s gotta stop this— this is inhumane!
Brick Brody (gravelly): Inhumane? Hammer, the guy’s not human! He’s a walking corpse with jumper cables in his neck! You play God, you live with the lightning bolts. Frankenstein’s just pulling rank here!
[Frankenstein leans in close, pressing the device against the Monster’s chest.]
Dr. Frankenstein (quietly, venomously): You will obey. Or I’ll take you apart — piece by piece.
[He presses the button one final time. The Monster collapses face-first to the mat, twitching briefly before going limp. The boos are deafening now. Dr. Frankenstein stands over him, breathing heavily, a smirk curling under his glasses.]
[Suddenly, the arena lights dim slightly. The entrance theme of the Monster’s Bash kicks in — that eerie, slow, pipe-organ riff. Ogre and Kong stomp down the ramp, grim-faced and stone silent.]
Hammer: Here come the Enforcers — Kong and Ogre — but what are they doing out here?!
Brick Brody: Cleanup duty, Hammer. Every mad scientist needs a couple gravediggers to haul off the scraps.
[Ogre and Kong climb into the ring, each grabbing one arm of the fallen Alpha Monster. They lift him effortlessly, his head drooping forward, smoke still faintly rising from the electrodes in his neck.]
[Dr. Frankenstein turns to the hard camera, holding the control box up like a trophy.]
Dr. Frankenstein (snarling): Failure will not be tolerated. Next time, there will be no reboot — only replacement.
[The three Monsters’ Bash members exit the ring, Frankenstein leading the way with the limp Alpha Monster being carried behind him like a fallen weapon. The boos follow them all the way up the ramp.]
Hammer: I don’t even know what to say… that was absolutely sickening. The man’s supposed to be a scientist — not a sadist!
Brick Brody: Sick or not, Hammer, it’s effective. You think that Monster’s gonna screw up again? Not with that kind of motivation. That’s old-school conditioning right there — pain teaches better than pep talks.
Hammer (with disgust): I don’t even want to dignify that with a response. Folks, we’ll try to get an update on the Alpha Monster’s condition later tonight… but I can tell you one thing — this war inside the Monster’s Bash is getting out of control!
Brick Brody (leaning back, muttering): Good. That’s how monsters stay interesting.
[Camera fades to black as the Monster’s Bash theme continues faintly in the background.]
LEGACY OF RED
[Fade in from black.]
The sound of a slow heartbeat.
Each beat echoes through a shadowed forest. Mist coils around trees as the moonlight pierces through in broken shards.
[Voice-over – Garnet Hood (deep, weathered voice):]
“Once… there was a girl in red. She walked through the woods… and faced the wolf. But she did not slay the curse… she passed it on.”
A close-up of a crimson cloak, frayed and old, blowing in the night wind. The camera pans down — the cloak hangs inside a glass display case, surrounded by flickering candles.
[Cut to:]
A dim den — the one glimpsed in Garnet Hood’s earlier vignette.
The crimson banner with the white wolf’s head sigil dominates the wall. Silver bullets and hunting weapons are laid out across a desk.
The camera slowly pushes in on a folder labeled “The Curse of the Red Riding Hood.”
A hand — large, calloused — reaches into frame and slams it shut.
[Voice-over – Garnet Hood continues:]
“My daughters carry the fire. My son… carries the stone.”
[Sound cue:]
A single wolf howl echoes, morphing into the deep metallic rumble of a heartbeat-like drum.
[Visual montage:]
- A silhouette of Jasper Fang training in a smoky gym, slamming opponents with thunderous power.
- A close-up of his hands wrapping gray wrist tape, veins bulging.
- A low-angle shot of his boots stepping through mud and blood-stained snow.
- The crimson streak in his dark hair catching the light as he lifts his head — eyes glowing faintly like an animal’s in the dark.
[Voice-over – Jasper Fang (low, calm, menacing):]
“I don’t run from the curse. I am the curse.”
He grips the edge of the banner — the white wolf’s head — and tears a piece of it free, tying it around his wrist.
[Cut to black.]
The drums rise. A faint snarl blends with the sound of steel chains rattling.
[On-screen text:]
“JASPER FANG — THE BLOODSTONE BEAST”
“THE LEGACY OF RED RIDING HOOD CONTINUES.”
[Final shot:]
Jasper turns toward the camera, shadow covering half his face.
He growls, quiet but controlled, and says—
“The woods are mine now.”
[Wolf’s howl. NPCW logo fades in.]
[Cut back to the broadcast desk — the vignette’s last wolf howl fades out as the lights in the arena return to normal. Hammer Washington sits forward, visibly impressed, while Brick Brody leans back in his chair, smirking under his headset.]
Hammer Washington (excited, low and steady): Well, folks… I don’t know about you, but that sent a chill right up my spine. The heir to the Red Riding Hood bloodline — Jasper Fang — The Bloodstone Beast… what a statement! The man looks like he was carved outta granite and dipped in midnight.
Brick Brody (gruff chuckle): Oh, yeah, real spooky stuff, Hammer. Woods, curses, wolves — sounds like Saturday night where I grew up! But hey, I’ll give the kid this — he’s got presence. That look in his eyes? That’s not Hollywood. That’s hunger.
Hammer: You can feel it — that sense of legacy, of something dark running in his veins. If the rest of the NPCW roster didn’t know the Fang name before tonight, they sure do now.
Brick Brody (leaning in, half serious): I’ll tell ya this — anybody who says “I am the curse” like he means it? You don’t turn your back on a guy like that. You don’t try to out-wrestle him — you try to survive him. And from what we just saw, that boy’s not here for fairy tales… he’s here for bloodlines.
Hammer (nodding): The woods just got a little darker, partner. Jasper Fang — The Bloodstone Beast — is coming to NPCW, and from the looks of it… no one’s safe in those woods.
Brick Brody (grinning): Yeah, Hammer — looks like the Big Bad Wolf finally found himself a bigger, badder one.
[Hammer nods gravely toward the camera as the NPCW logo flashes again, transitioning to the next segment.]
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… prepare yourselves for a storm of ice and fury! Hailing from the frozen wastelands of Northern Scandinavia… at a combined weight of over six hundred and fifty pounds… they are the towering titans of destruction… THE FROST GIANTS!” | “Standing tall, proud, and unstoppable — at a combined weight of over 700 pounds of timber and titanic muscle… the guardians of the forest frontier… JOLLY GREEN and PAUL BUNYAN!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness as the sound of howling arctic winds fills the speakers. Heavy, booming war drums blend with icy, symphonic metal as white-and-blue spotlights cut through artificial snow flurries that fall from the rafters. The Frost Giants emerge slowly, towering figures draped in frost-crusted furs and glacial armor. They stomp methodically to the ring, glaring at the crowd with glowing cold stares, showing no emotion, feeding on the crowd’s fear and boos. | The arena rumbles with the sound of heavy stomping and a jolly orchestral folk-rock medley. Smoke billows in shades of green and blue as Jolly Green emerges with a massive grin, waving to fans and high-fiving children. Right behind him, Paul Bunyan strides confidently with an enormous (foam) axe over his shoulder and a twinkle in his eye. The towering duo stomp down the ramp with purpose, stopping to flex and laugh before stepping over the ropes and saluting the crowd. |
Hammer Washington (excited tone): Fans, we’ve got a super-sized collision on deck! The Frost Giants — two towering titans of ice and fury — going up against the lumberjack legends, Jolly Green and Paul Bunyan! Four of the biggest men in the North Pole, and we’re about to find out which side of this glacier cracks first!
Brick Brody (snorts): Heh, “super-sized collision”? Hammer, this ain’t a wrestling match — this is a construction site accident waiting to happen! You got eight thousand pounds of beef in there and not a cardio session between ‘em! But I’ll tell ya what — this is the kinda brawl I like. No flips, no fancy footwork, just four monsters trying to break each other’s ribs!
Hammer: And look at Jolly Green — that man’s got a grin from ear to ear! He’s not intimidated one bit by the Frost Giants!
Brick: Of course not! He’s too dumb to be scared! You don’t get called “Jolly” ‘cause you’re tactical, Hammer! But I’ll say this — that power he’s got? It’s the real deal. You don’t backbreak a giant unless you’ve spent your life bench-pressing trees.
Hammer (as Jolly Green lifts Frost Giant #1): Look at this! Green’s got the Giant up — POWERBOMB! He planted him!
Brick: I’ll give credit where it’s due — that was all muscle, no smoke and mirrors. You don’t fake a powerbomb like that. But don’t count the Giants out — those boys are frostbitten and mean. Cold-blooded in every sense of the word.
Hammer: And now here comes Frost Giant #2 — tag made! He’s fresh and he’s going right to work with those heavy clubbing forearms!
Brick: He’s not just clubbing him, Hammer — he’s tenderizing him! Look at those shots! That’s not wrestling, that’s meat science! You can almost hear Paul Bunyan’s spine creaking like an old barn door!
Hammer: Bunyan’s in trouble now — Frost Giants are cutting off the ring, keeping him isolated—
Brick (interrupts): Classic tag team tactics, baby! You can call it dirty, I call it smart. That’s what wins championships — not smiling for the crowd or singing campfire songs with that green freak!
Hammer: Bunyan trying to fight his way out — look at that swing! He’s got the Giant spinning like a merry-go-round!
Brick (laughing): Hah! That’s what happens when you try to grab a lumberjack — he’ll throw you around like a log!
Hammer: Now the tag — here comes Jolly Green! Both men in — a double team! Big slam from Bunyan, and Green follows with that Belly Laugh Slam! The crowd’s on their feet!
Brick: I can’t believe it — the big man’s actually pulling it off! And here I thought the only thing Jolly Green could lift was a salad bowl!
Hammer: Paul Bunyan with the open hand smash! He caught Frost Giant #2 square on the jaw! He’s down — he’s down! The ref slides in!
Hammer (counting along): One! Two! Three! That’s it!
Brick (grumbling): Well, I’ll be… the lumberjacks actually chopped down a couple of Frost Giants. Guess the axe swings true after all.
Hammer (smiling): A massive win for Jolly Green and Paul Bunyan — teamwork, toughness, and heart got it done tonight!
Brick: Yeah, yeah — let’s see if they can move tomorrow morning. Those Giants’ll be looking for revenge once the ice packs kick in.
JOLLY GREEN & PAUL BUNYAN DEFEATED THE FROST GIANTS VIA PINFALL (AFTER AN OPEN HAND SMASH FROM PAUL BUNYAN) AT 20 MINUTE MARK
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… standing six feet one inch tall, weighing two hundred eighty-five pounds… He is the cold steel and crimson curse of the Hood bloodline… JASPER FANG! | “From the wild heart of the Wolf Pack… unchained, untamed, and unstoppable… he is the lone fang of fury — HOWLER ONE!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena darkens, a low wolf’s howl echoing over the PA. A deep, slow drumbeat begins — primal and foreboding. Crimson spotlights slash across the stage as Jasper Fang emerges, wearing black-and-crimson trunks with jagged wolf-fang symbols. His pace is deliberate, his expression cold, eyes fixed on the ring like prey. He doesn’t taunt, doesn’t play — just radiates menace, cracking his neck before sliding under the ropes with predator-like focus. | The arena lights flicker blood-red as a single, piercing howl echoes. The sound morphs into a pounding tribal-metal rhythm as Howler 1 bursts through the curtain — shirtless, wild-eyed, and pounding his chest. He stalks the aisle, moving like a caged predator, occasionally dropping to all fours before lunging toward the camera with a snarl. The crowd reacts with equal parts awe and fear, and Howler 1 feeds off it, tilting his head back to deliver one long, feral howl before sliding into the ring, ready to devour the fight ahead. |
Hammer Washington (steady, old-school tone): Ladies and gentlemen, the arena lights have gone dark — and that can only mean one thing. It’s time for the long-awaited debut of Jasper Fang… the Bloodstone Beast!
Brick Brody (gruff chuckle): Heh, debut my tail, Hammer. I’ve seen that look before. That ain’t no rookie walkin’ to the ring — that’s a predator who just got off the chain.
Hammer: You can feel it in the air, fans — this man’s got a presence. That crimson streak in his hair, the cold stare… he’s walking like a man who’s got something to prove here in NPCW.
Brick: And he’s up against a Wolf Pack brawler, which I like! Howler #1 don’t care if you’re new, old, cursed, or cosmic — he’s gonna try to rip your throat out and feed it to the Pack.
Hammer: And we’re underway! Fang and Howler circle — lock up, and Jasper immediately drives him into the corner! Those stiff forearms, those knees—
Brick: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! None of that flippy-dippy nonsense — just a good old-fashioned mugging in the turnbuckles!
Hammer: Howler tries to fight out with those elbow drops! Rapid-fire strikes to the shoulder and chest!
Brick (grinning): That’s Wolf Pack 101, baby — elbow till your opponent stops breathing. These boys learned to fight in a junkyard, not a gym.
Hammer: Fang shakes it off — Bloodfang Bomb! A devastating sit-out powerbomb! He nearly drove Howler through the canvas!
Brick (laughing): Ha! That’s what you call impact! That move’s got more torque than a semi truck on black ice!
Hammer: Fang rammed Howler’s head straight into the turnbuckle — and follows with a massive belly-to-belly suplex!
Brick: He’s tossin’ that mutt around like a chew toy, Hammer! But look out — here come the Pack on the outside! You can see ‘em closing in, baring their teeth!
Hammer: The referee trying to keep order as Jasper Fang’s glaring at them— wait a second! Double team! Wolf Pack with a cheap shot from the apron!
Brick: I love it! That’s teamwork, baby! Nobody said the Pack fights fair — they fight together!
Hammer: Howler takes advantage — hits a back claws rake! The referee warning him, but the damage is done! Jasper’s clutching his chest!
Brick (mocking): Aw, what’s wrong, rookie? First time someone fights dirty? Welcome to the big leagues, pup!
Hammer: Fang fires back! Clothesline! Full hammerlock! He’s chaining moves together now — that’s impressive wrestling from the newcomer!
Brick: Impressive? He’s trying to rip that arm clean out! That’s not wrestling — that’s good old-fashioned joint destruction!
Hammer: Cover by Fang — one! Two! No! Howler kicks out!
Brick: He’s gotta put more behind those pins! You don’t pin a Wolf Pack member with technique — you do it with violence!
Hammer: Howler’s trying to regain control, but Fang just slammed him down! Sidewalk slam with authority!
Brick: Yeah, yeah, that’s nice. But don’t waste time lookin’ pretty — follow up, kid! You’re in there with a wolf, not a housecat!
Hammer: And the crowd’s roaring as Fang hits the ropes — Wolf’s Pounce! A running tackle that just flattened Howler #1!
Brick (sitting up, growling): OHHH that’s how you finish a fight! That wasn’t a move — that was a man trying to tear another man’s soul out of his ribcage!
Hammer: Referee down for the count— ONE! TWO! THREE!
Hammer: That’s it! Jasper Fang wins his debut!
Brick (grinning through his teeth): He earned my respect tonight. No flash, no hype — just fists, fury, and fangs. Welcome to the jungle, kid. The woods are yours now.
WINNER: JASPER FANG DEFEATS HOWLER #1 VIA PINFALL AT THE 18 MINUTE MARK
A TIME FOR REVENGE
Location: NPCW Interview Zone – glowing blue lights, flickering icicle LEDs, and that faint hum of the live crowd echoing through the corridors.
Guest: Robin Hood (black-and-silver face paint, dark coat, carrying the aura of a lone vigilante)
[Camera fades in.]
The always-amped-up Slick Ricky Vega stands center frame, mic in hand, his metallic magenta jacket practically reflecting the camera lights.
SLICK RICKY VEGA (big grin, finger-gun to camera):
Hey, hey, NPCW faithful! It’s your main man of mayhem and melody — Slick Ricky Vega, still rockin’ like it’s nineteen-eighty-heaven, baby! And right now, I’m standing with the midnight marksman himself — the vigilante of vengeance — Robin Hood!
[Robin steps into frame slowly — black trench coat, the iconic face paint a pale mask of calm fury. He stares into the camera — silent, unreadable.]
SLICK RICKY (nervous laugh):
Yeah, I can feel that energy, brother. I can taste the tension. Now, earlier tonight, my good pal at the announce desk — Dave “the Brute” Kent — he ran his mouth again. Said you, Robin, “lost your aim.” Said the arrow’s gone dull. What do you say to that, oh shadow of Sherwood?
[Robin lifts his head, eyes narrowing. His voice is low, cold, and steady.]
ROBIN HOOD:
Dave Kent’s a blowhard who hides behind stats and soundbites. He’s a man who talks about fights he’s never been in.
I don’t talk about war. I live in it.
He can keep flapping his gums — but next week, the talking ends.
SLICK RICKY (raising a brow):
You’re talking about Halloween Horror, baby! You and the Demonic Legion’s monster himself — Abaddon! That’s not a match, that’s a midnight mass in the inferno!
ROBIN HOOD (staring dead into the lens):
Abaddon thinks he drags souls into darkness.
I was born in that darkness.
He doesn’t scare me. He reminds me who I am.
At Halloween Horror… the hunt begins.
[Slick takes a step back, visibly rattled by the intensity but leaning into his on-camera bravado.]
SLICK RICKY:
Hoo-boy! You hear that, North Pole Nation? The man’s locked in! But after Halloween Horror, we’re talkin’ Convergence! You’ll be crossing paths with a mask from another world — Mr. X from HCW!
ROBIN HOOD:
Mr. X hides his face because he fears what’s underneath. I wear my mask so the world remembers mine.
He wants mystery? He’ll find nothing but truth — written in pain.
[Robin pauses — voice tightening into something fierce, deliberate.]
ROBIN HOOD:
And after Convergence… I’m guaranteed a North Pole Title shot.
So whether it’s Mean Jack, Rudolph or whatever devil walks out holding that gold —
They better start running.
Because the man who steals from the wicked… is coming to collect.
[Robin lowers his head slightly and steps out of frame — trench coat trailing like smoke behind him.]
SLICK RICKY (exhaling hard, adjusting his shades):
Man alive, folks — that right there ain’t no fairy tale! Robin Hood just put the whole locker room on notice. Halloween Horror — Abaddon’s the first target… Convergence — Mr. X steps into the crossfire… and after that? Rudolph better keep one eye open, ‘cause the man in black and silver is comin’ for the crown, baby!
[He smirks at the camera, snapping his fingers in rhythm.]
Slick Ricky Vega signin’ off — stay loud, stay proud, and keep it cranked to eleven!
[Camera fades out to the NPCW Chill Factor logo.]
[Scene opens after a commercial break.]
The camera pans back to the NPCW broadcast desk, where the crowd’s excited murmur fills the air. The frosted blue glow of the “Chill Factor” logo pulses behind the commentators. Hammer Washington sits center, a calm authority in his navy blazer, and beside him is the sharply dressed General Manager of Chill Factor, Alton Bell — all confidence and British steel.
HAMMER WASHINGTON (smiling warmly, leaning in toward the camera): Welcome back, folks — we are live on NPCW Chill Factor! I’m your man at the desk, Hammer Washington, and we’ve got ourselves a truly unpredictable main event coming up next! Tag team action — The Brute himself, Dave Kent, teaming up with the mysterious Mr. X from HCW… against none other than Brick Brody and Robin Hood!
ALTON BELL (with a knowing grin, smooth British tone): Oh, this one’s going to be interesting, Hammer. You’ve got three world-class fighters in there — and then you’ve got Dave Kent.
HAMMER (chuckling): Now hold on, Alton — you’re not wrong, but let’s be fair here. Dave Kent’s been running his mouth for weeks about how he could do it better than the boys in the ring — better than the Reindeer Coalition, better than the Primal Horde, better than Robin Hood himself!
ALTON: That’s right, Hammer — and tonight, he’s finally got the chance to prove it. Trouble is, talking’s one thing, wrestling’s another. Dave’s a fine analyst, but he’s stepping into a world that doesn’t care how many stars you give a match — it only cares how hard you can hit in one.
HAMMER: That’s the truth! But I’ll say this — he’s got a partner tonight who might just be able to carry the load. Mr. X, the masked enigma from HCW! The man’s been a ghost story in the locker room — no one knows where he came from, no one’s ever seen his face, but that man can wrestle.
ALTON (nodding): He’s the wild card, Hammer. Cold, calculated, technical — a thinking man’s fighter. He’ll need to be, because I can tell you right now, Dave Kent’s ego might be his worst enemy once the bell rings.
HAMMER (with a laugh): Ego? That man’s walking to the ring like he’s main-eventing Wrestlefest!
ALTON (smirking): And he’s about to find out that commentary notes don’t help you when Brick Brody’s trying to take your head off.
HAMMER (with that classic broadcaster warmth): Speaking of Brick Brody — let’s not forget, this is a man who bleeds NPCW. One of the best color men in the business and a fighter’s fighter. He’s stepping out from behind the desk tonight, lacing up the boots, and if you know Brick Brody — you know he’s got something to prove.
ALTON: Oh, he’s loving this, Hammer. You can see it in his eyes. The man’s been itching to throw hands since the moment Kent called him “washed up.” And when you add Robin Hood to the mix — a man driven by pure vengeance and focus — this team might be unstoppable.
HAMMER (serious tone): And Robin Hood’s coming off a big statement earlier tonight — made it crystal clear he’s got Abaddon in his sights at Halloween Horror. But he’s not looking past this match. No, sir. He’s locked in tonight — and he’s not about to let some outsider from HCW and a loudmouth analyst steal the spotlight.
ALTON (leaning closer, with a dry edge): Hammer, make no mistake — this is more than a tag team bout. This is about pride. It’s about proving who belongs in the ring and who belongs at the table talking about it.
HAMMER: Well said, Alton. We’ve got intensity, we’ve got cross-promotional intrigue with HCW’s Mr. X, and we’ve got the broadcast booth colliding right in the center of the ring.
ALTON: Oh, I can’t wait to see Dave Kent’s face when that first clothesline lands.
HAMMER (laughing heartily): Folks, grab your cocoa, because the Chill Factor just hit freezing! The bell’s about to ring, the egos are about to clash, and this arena’s about to come unglued!
[Camera cuts to the ring announcer as the lights dim and the entrance music for Dave Kent and Mr. X begins to play.]
The cold blue glow of Chill Factor fills the air as the crowd’s anticipation builds. The main event graphic fades from the TitanTron, replaced by a pulsing black-and-silver logo:
“THE BRUTE & THE MASKED MARAUDER — NEXT!”
LOUIE LINVILLE (ring announcer, booming and elegant): “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THIS IS YOUR CHILL FACTOR MAIN EVENT!” The crowd pops with excitement. “Scheduled for one fall!”
[“Crimson Commentary” by Judas Priest hits — a heavy, snarling metal riff.]
The curtains part, and out steps Dave “The Brute” Kent, dressed in black wrestling trunks and boots, his torso wrapped in an old-school black ring jacket with silver trim. Over his face: his signature black wrestling mask, gleaming under the lights like polished obsidian.
He raises one arm to the crowd — half of them cheer, half boo, and a few shout “You’re gonna need a six-star performance to survive!”
Behind him, stepping slowly from the shadows, is Mr. X — HCW’s silver-masked wrestler. Cocky and smug. He wears a gray coat, his head high, aura of smugness following him like fog.
LOUIE LINVILLE (projecting): “Introducing first — from parts unknown… weighing in at 246 pounds… he calls himself ‘THE BRUTE’ — DAAAAVE KEEEEEENT! And his partner — representing HCW! From an undisclosed location… the enigmatic… MISTEEER X!”
[Crowd noise: a strange cocktail of curiosity, boos, and cheers.]
Kent struts down the ramp like he’s walking into a press conference, smirking, stretching his arms as if warming up for a photoshoot rather than a fight.
Mr. X follows two steps behind — smirking, saluting the audience, cocky and oblivious to the boos.
HAMMER WASHINGTON (voice over commentary): Well, there they are, folks — Dave “The Brute” Kent and the silver specter himself, Mr. X! And Alton, I gotta say, I still can’t believe we’re seeing Kent in wrestling gear!
ALTON BELL (dry tone): It’s surreal, Hammer. He looks like a man walking into his own funeral — but with better lighting.
HAMMER (chuckling): You can see the confidence though! Kent believes every word he’s ever said about being able to hang with the best!
ALTON: Confidence is one thing, Hammer. Reality is another. And I have a feeling he’s about to meet a very rude introduction to the latter.
[In-ring shot:]
Kent poses arrogantly in the corner, flexing like an old-school showboat. Mr. X, meanwhile, just stands dead still in his corner, eyes fixed toward the entrance ramp — like a predator waiting for movement.
The lights dim. The sound of a low wind howls through the speakers.
Robin Hood’s Entrance
[Sudden cut to total blackness.]
A single spotlight shines high above the rafters. A haunting whistle echoes — the sound of an arrow slicing the air.
Then — a sudden shimmer of red and green light — and there he is: ROBIN HOOD, descending from the rafters, his cloak draped over him, face hidden beneath his hood.
LOUIE LINVILLE (grand voice): “And their opponents… first — from Sherwood’s Shadow… weighing in at 210 pounds… the VIGILANTE OF THE NORTH POLE… ROBIN HOOOOOD!”
The crowd roars. Robin lands gracefully in the aisle, steps through the barricade, and climbs over into the crowd — walking through his people before stepping over the guardrail and sliding into the ring.
He pulls back his hood — revealing his painted face. But tonight, the black lines streak over a pink base, glowing under the lights.
HAMMER WASHINGTON: Wait a second, Alton — look at that face paint! That’s not the usual black and white — that’s pink!
ALTON BELL (laughing): Oh, that’s brilliant! That’s mind games, Hammer. He’s mocking Dave Kent’s partner and paying tribute to his tag partner tonight — Brick “Beautiful” Brody!
HAMMER (grinning): A message sent loud and clear! Robin Hood — part vigilante, part showman, and 100% ready for payback!
Robin smirks directly at Dave Kent, who shakes his head and mutters something under his mask, clearly not amused. Mr. X, of course, doesn’t react — he just stares, still and cold.
Brick Brody’s Entrance
[Sudden guitar twang – “Outlaw Man” by Eagles (or similar NPCW theme) kicks in.]
The crowd erupts as Brick Brody steps out from behind the curtain in his gleaming black and silver outlaw robe. He throws his arms wide, soaking in the cheers as silver pyro fires upward from both sides of the ramp.
Then — with a grin — he grips the edges of the robe, rips it open, and flings it aside.
Underneath: his pink “Beautiful Brody” tights, complete with the words “Beautiful Brody” in silver script across the front and two lipstick prints on the back over each cheek.
The crowd loses it.
CHANT: “BEAU-TI-FUL! BEAU-TI-FUL!”
Brody pats the lip marks on the back, laughs, and struts down the ramp with a mix of swagger and menace, slapping hands with the crowd.
LOUIE LINVILLE (announcing through the cheers): “And his partner — from Tombstone Ridge, Texas! Weighing in at 267 pounds — the OUTLAW OF THE AIRWAVES! He is BEAUTIFUL BRICK BROOOODY!”
HAMMER (delighted): Listen to this crowd! The Outlaw is back, baby! Brick Brody — all business and all style tonight!
ALTON (mocking chuckle): Oh, please — look at Kent’s face! You could fry an egg on that scowl!
HAMMER: And you can’t blame him — Brody’s having the time of his life, while Kent’s realizing he’s gotta back up every word he’s ever said!
ALTON: He wanted the spotlight, Hammer — now he’s standing in the middle of it, staring down two men who live for the fight. Let’s see if “The Brute” can still smile when those fists start flying.
[In-ring shot:]
Robin Hood and Brody stand side by side, both in pink-accented gear, staring down Kent and Mr. X. The crowd is buzzing.
Kent rolls his neck, pointing at Brick, shouting: “You’re all flash, no fight!”
Brody smirks and blows him a mocking kiss.
HAMMER (low, excited tone): The tension’s thicker than a blizzard in December, Alton! The Outlaw and the Vigilante on one side… The Brute and the Phantom on the other!
ALTON: You couldn’t script it better — and now, Hammer, it’s time to see if Dave Kent can back up that mouth of his — or if he’s gonna get a very painful education in humility.
HAMMER: Main event time, baby! Let’s ring that bell — Chill Factor’s heating up!
[Crowd chants rise — “BEAU-TI-FUL!” “SHER-WOOD!” “KENT’S GON-NA TAP!” — as the referee checks all four men and the bell prepares to sound.]
HAMMER WASHINGTON: Alright folks, the stage is set — The Brute Dave Kent and Mr. X of HCW on one side… and on the other, the vigilante of Sherwood and the Outlaw of the North Pole — Robin Hood and Brick Brody! Let’s ring that bell!
[Bell rings — DING DING DING!]
🕐 1st Minute
HAMMER: And here we go! Brick Brody starting off with Dave Kent — the broadcaster turned brawler!
ALTON BELL: Look at Kent — no hesitation, Hammer! He goes right for Brody with that Airplane Spin! The man’s not here to dance, he’s here to throw hands!
HAMMER: Brody’s swinging wild — can’t get his footing — and Kent plants him down hard! Say what you will, Alton, that’s some surprising strength from The Brute!
🕑 2nd Minute
HAMMER: Kent’s still got that look in his eyes — he hoists Brody up again! Another Airplane Spin!
ALTON: But Brody slips behind! Look at that — Full Nelson! He’s wrenching those arms back!
HAMMER: Kent trying to muscle out of it — and does! Both men trading holds early, feeling each other out!
🕒 3rd Minute
HAMMER: Kent with that Mountain Bodyblock! Just runs right through him!
ALTON: Yeah, but Brody fires right back — Backbreaker! That’s the kind of hit that separates the men from the mouthpieces!
HAMMER: You said it! Kent might be regretting taking this match!
🕓 4th Minute
HAMMER: Kent keeps going back to the Airplane Spin! He’s obsessed with it!
ALTON: He’s trying to disorient Brody, but Brody yanks the hair — little old-school trick!
HAMMER: “Honest” Abe warns him, but Brody’s smiling. This one’s getting personal already.
🕔 5th Minute
HAMMER: Kent’s muscling Brody again — another Airplane Spin!
ALTON: You know, Hammer, maybe I misjudged Kent. He’s wrestling smart. Keep it simple, keep it brutal.
HAMMER: Still — Brody’s taking those hits and coming up grinning. That’s not good news for The Brute.
Oh! Kent tags out to Mr. X!
🕕 6th Minute
HAMMER: Finally, we get a look at Mr. X in the ring — the man from HCW!
ALTON: Brick tries to meet him head-on, but Bodyslam! Right into the mat! Mr. X hits hard and cold, Hammer.
HAMMER: But wait—he tags right back out to Kent! He barely spent thirty seconds in there!
ALTON: Interesting… he’s letting Dave do the dirty work. That’s not teamwork, that’s strategy with plausible deniability!
🕖 7th Minute
HAMMER: Kent right back in with another Airplane Spin! Brody can’t seem to stop the rotation!
ALTON: That’s four or five of those now! Kent’s spinning him like a DJ remix, Hammer!
HAMMER: And the crowd’s not loving it, but Kent doesn’t care — he’s here to prove a point!
🕗 8th Minute
HAMMER: Brody’s firing up! He tags Robin Hood — double-team time!
ALTON: Oh, this ain’t good for Kent — Shoulder Smash by Brody, Springboard Moonsault by Hood!
HAMMER: And Kent grabs Brody mid-move into an Inverted Bearhug! It’s chaos in there!
ALTON: That’s tag team wrestling, Hammer — all four men colliding like bumper cars in a snowstorm!
🕘 9th Minute
HAMMER: Brody takes control again, then makes the smart move — tags Robin Hood officially in.
ALTON: And listen to that crowd, Hammer — they want Robin to teach this so-called “Brute” a lesson!
🕙 10th Minute
HAMMER: Robin in — Pop-Up Powerbomb! But Kent blocks it mid-air and flips the momentum!
ALTON: That’s ring awareness, Hammer! You don’t call yourself “The Brute” without a few tricks up your sleeve.
HAMMER: Kent tags out again — here comes Mr. X!
🕚 11th Minute
HAMMER: Mr. X back in — briefly! But look at this! Kent just tagged himself right back in!
ALTON: Yeah, X isn’t looking too eager tonight. He’s spending more time standing on that apron than wrestling.
HAMMER: Meanwhile, Robin nails Kent with a Pop-Up Powerbomb! Huge impact!
ALTON: He flattened him, Hammer! If he pins him there, this one might be over!
🕛 12th Minute
HAMMER: Brody tagged back in — we got double team action!
ALTON: Piledriver by Brody, Arrow’d End by Robin Hood — double destruction!
HAMMER: Kent somehow stays on his feet — and locks in that Inverted Bearhug! My God, what a slugfest!
ALTON: The man’s like a bull that doesn’t know he’s bleeding yet!
🕐 13th Minute
HAMMER: Kent and Brody trading bombs — Mountain Bodyblock! from Kent! Piledriver! from Brody! Both men hit the mat hard!
ALTON: You can feel the ring shake, Hammer! That’s not a wrestling ring — that’s a fault line!
HAMMER: Brody crawls to Robin Hood — tag made!
🕑 14th Minute
HAMMER: Robin back in — Kent crushes him with that Mountain Bodyblock!
ALTON: He’s running on fumes, but you can’t tell it from his eyes. The Brute’s fighting like a man possessed!
🕒 15th Minute
HAMMER: Robin retaliates — Superkick! Right on the chin! Kent goes down!
ALTON: He got all of it, Hammer!
HAMMER: Cover! One… two— no! Kent kicks out!
ALTON: I’ll give him credit, the guy’s got heart — or stubbornness — maybe both.
🕓 16th Minute
HAMMER: Kent regains control — Inverted Bearhug! squeezing the air out of Robin!
ALTON: He’s trying to wear him down, slow him up, grind this one to a halt. Classic heavy brawler tactic.
🕔 17th Minute
HAMMER: Robin goes for a Pumphandle Brainbuster! Kent reverses — Aerial Kneedrop!
ALTON: That’s not pretty, but it’s effective! He covers! One, two— Robin kicks out!
HAMMER: This is turning into a war of attrition!
🕕 18th Minute
HAMMER: Kent hoists Robin — Power Bodyslam!
ALTON: Robin fires back with a Senton! Neither man giving an inch!
HAMMER: They’re both spent — and this crowd’s eating it up!
🕖 19th Minute
HAMMER: Double team time again! Package Piledriver from Robin, Eye Rake from Brody!
ALTON: Classic Beautiful Brody — all style, no mercy!
HAMMER: Kent’s down again! He’s getting picked apart by teamwork and taunting alike!
🕗 20th Minute
HAMMER: Another double team — Superkick! from Robin, Eye Rake! from Brody! Kent counters with another Airplane Spin!
ALTON: Desperate move! He’s dizzy, they’re dizzy, even I’m dizzy watching this!
HAMMER: Kent staggering — but he’s still standing!
🕘 21st Minute
HAMMER: Kent back to that Airplane Spin! again! He’s obsessed with it tonight!
ALTON: At this point, I think he’s hoping centrifugal force wins him the match!
🕙 22nd–23rd Minute
HAMMER: Wait, Mr. X finally steps back in! We’ve got a double team — Big Splash from Kent! Mr. X… uh… didn’t follow through!
ALTON: He just stood there, Hammer! I think he refused to get involved!
HAMMER: You’re right — Robin hits a DDT! and X just watches!
ALTON: Something’s not right here. I don’t think X wants this partnership at all!
🕛 24th Minute
HAMMER: Kent tries one more time — Mountain Bodyblock!
ALTON: Robin counters — Arrow’d End! Stunner! He hit it flush!
HAMMER: Cover! One! Two! Three! That’s it!
ALTON: Robin Hood and Brick Brody just humbled the Brute on live television!
ROBIN HOOD AND BRICK BRODY DEFEATS DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT AND MR. X VIA PINFALL at the 24-MINUTE MARK (ROBIN PINS DAVE)
(Bell rings! The crowd erupts as “Arrow’d End” echoes through the arena. Robin Hood stands tall, breathing hard, as Honest Abe raises his hand in victory. Brick Brody claps and joins him mid-ring, the two fan favorites soaking in the energy of the roaring crowd.)
HAMMER: What a finish! Robin Hood and Brick Brody standing tall!
ALTON: And look at Mr. X — he’s already halfway up the ramp! Didn’t even check on Kent!
HAMMER: That’s telling, Alton — maybe the alliance between HCW and Kent just cracked!
ALTON: Cracked? Hammer, that thing’s shattered! Kent might’ve just learned what happens when you run your mouth in a room full of wolves.
HAMMER WASHINGTON: What a finish! Robin Hood plants Dave Kent with that Arrow’d End — and that’s all she wrote, folks!
ALTON BELL: I’ll tell you what, Hammer — for a guy who’s not an active wrestler, Dave “The Brute” Kent just went twenty-four minutes with two of the toughest competitors in NPCW. That’s heart. That’s grit. That’s respect earned!
(As the celebration continues, the cameras catch Mr. X on the ramp — already halfway to the back. He doesn’t even look back at the ring. Dave Kent, still on his knees, glares after him, clutching his ribs. He shouts something inaudible, but the camera picks up the words on his lips — “You bastard!” The crowd boos furiously as Mr. X gives a lazy shrug and disappears through the curtain.)
HAMMER WASHINGTON: You can feel that betrayal, Alton! Mr. X just left his partner out there to take the fall — didn’t lift a finger to help him when the match got rough!
ALTON BELL: Yeah, Hammer, that’s the kind of man Mr. X is. Always lurking in someone else’s shadow, letting others take the damage while he keeps his mask clean. But he won’t be able to dodge Robin Hood forever — not at Convergence.
(Robin and Brody turn back toward Kent, who’s slowly pulling himself to his feet with help from the ropes. The crowd claps and chants: “KENT! KENT! KENT!” Brick approaches first, nodding with a half-smile. Robin follows and together they extend their hands. After a long pause, Kent nods and accepts. Brody raises Kent’s arm with his left hand, Robin with his right — and the roof practically comes off the place.)
HAMMER WASHINGTON: Listen to this crowd! They’re showing the man his due. Dave Kent may have come up short, but tonight he earned every bit of this ovation.
ALTON BELL: That’s what this business is about — standing in there and fighting with everything you’ve got. Kent showed guts, and these people respect that.
(Brody pats Kent on the shoulder, and the two share a quiet, mutual nod before shaking hands — a handshake of grudging but genuine respect. Robin gives a final salute to the fans, pointing to the camera as he mouths: “See you at Convergence.” His music hits again, and the three men stand tall in the ring — a brief, unlikely moment of unity as confetti trickles down from the rafters.)
HAMMER WASHINGTON: What a night it’s been here on Chill Factor! We saw big moments all across the board — the fallout from Halloween Horror, Robin Hood’s redemption, and Dave Kent proving he’s got more fight than most men half his age!
ALTON BELL: And don’t forget — in two weeks’ time, we’re right back here for Chill Factor Episode 011! It will showcase the NPCW talent who won't be on Convergence!
HAMMER WASHINGTON: That’s gonna be a can’t-miss collision! But before that, folks, you do not want to miss this Friday’s special Halloween edition of Polar Power: Halloween Horror! From the demonic to the divine, that one’s going to shake the North Pole to its frozen core!
ALTON BELL: You can bet on that, Hammer. NPCW is on fire right now!
HAMMER WASHINGTON: For Alton Bell, I’m Hammer Washington — goodnight from the Bunker, and we’ll see you ringside in two weeks!
(Camera pans wide over the roaring crowd as the NPCW logo flashes on screen. The final image: Robin Hood, Brick Brody, and Dave “The Brute” Kent standing together in the ring — battle-worn but proud — as the screen fades to black.)
Mr. X is such a jerk.
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