Aired - October 11, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[OPENING SHOT]
Explosions! Dollar signs rain from the sky! Golden pyros erupt around a glowing CONVERGENCE logo.
Announcer (booming, hype):
“This November! Two nights! Two empires! ONE CHANCE to become the richest fan alive… with the Scrooge Resorts Convergence Fan Pass!”
[CUT TO – EBENEZER SCROOGE bursting onto screen, cane raised high, wearing a rhinestone-covered top hat.]
Scrooge (shouting, ecstatic):
“BAH HUMBUG to normal tickets! You want wrestling? You want history? You want a chance to give ME your hard-earned money? Then step up for the Super Fan Pass™!”
Segment 1: Super Fan Pass™
[Visual: a shiny display of the $999.99 bundle on a velvet table.]
Scrooge (pointing wildly with cane):
“For a mere nine hundred ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents— a bargain fit for a king — you get a VIP golden badge that says, ‘Look at me! I’m richer than you!’ You’ll get an exclusive poster of Vlad brooding AND Victoria brooding — double the brooding, double the value!”
[Cutaway: fake actors hold posters, pretending to weep with joy.]
Scrooge (rattling off fast like an auctioneer):
“You’ll drink my Bah Humbug! Energy by the six-pack! You’ll clutch a commemorative coin so heavy it’ll bend your pocket! You’ll even get a miniature chair too small to sit on but perfect for display! And yes, a coupon for 5% off the Scrooge Resorts gift shop, valid for exactly twenty-four hours!”
Announcer (quick insert):
“All this… for the low, low price of $999.99!”
Scrooge (leaning into the camera, eyes blazing):
“And remember… NO refunds!”
Segment 2: Super Premium Platinum Fan Pass™
[Cut to Scrooge, now sitting in a faux-gold throne, cackling, cape over his shoulders.]
Scrooge (voice booming):
“But if you’ve got real money — and I know you do — it’s time for the Super Premium Platinum Fan Pass™!”
[Visual: $4,999.99 bundle presented like treasure in a vault. Lights sparkle, angelic choir sings sarcastically.]
Scrooge (slamming cane on the ground):
“For only four thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, you’ll sit in a ringside throne chair fit for royalty — but don’t forget to give it back after the show, or I’ll send the bailiffs! You’ll wear a diamond-encrusted lanyard that lights up like a Christmas goose, and a personalized cane so you can waggle it at peasants just like me!”
[Cutaway: fan in cosplay tries swinging cane, trips, Scrooge cackles.]
Scrooge (grinning wider, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper):
“And yes… you get a Dominion cape replica. Strut through the lobby like Count Vlad himself, but without the bloodlust! Dinner at my Resorts banquet hall? You’ll see me wave across the room while you eat cold soup — priceless!”
[Cutaway: waiter carries soup while Scrooge waves in slow-motion, laughing maniacally.]
Announcer (exploding with hype):
“Act now and you’ll also receive a lifetime 5% discount at Scrooge Resorts gift shops!*”
(*restrictions apply, everything excluded, not valid on items under $500)
Final Sell
[Split screen: Super Fan Pass on left, Platinum Fan Pass on right, both glowing.]
Scrooge (screaming into the camera, cane raised like a sword):
“So don’t be a pauper in the cheap seats! Don’t be a miser in the nosebleeds! BUY your way to greatness with the Scrooge Resorts Convergence Fan Passes!”
Announcer (voice reaching max hype):
“This November! Two nights! Two empires! One chance to empty your wallet! CONVERGENCE — sponsored by Scrooge Resorts™!”
Scrooge (last shot, cackling as dollar bills swirl around him):
“And remember — history is worthless… unless it makes ME rich!”
[FADE OUT on the Convergence logo]
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:
- Demonic Legion holding court backstage.
- Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
- Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
- Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
- Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
- Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
- Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
- Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
- Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
THIS WEEK’S RUNDOWN[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …] | |||
| 1 | Athena | VS | Gretel |
| 2 | Big Bad Wolf | VS | Jack Frost |
| 3 | Mrs. Claus and Pearl | VS | Queens of PunishmentCrimson Viper and Dark Duchess |
| 4 | The Howlers | VS | Gods of WarAres and Mars |
| 5 | Kris Kringle | VS | Belsnickel |
| 6 | Negropolis | VS | Huntsman |
| 7 | Moonshadow | VS | Maid Marion |
| Main Event | The Beasts | VS | Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | |||
| Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer | Santa Claus | Snow White | Sandman |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
After the Polar Power intro package finishes rolling, the cameras sweep across the packed Scotiabank Centre in Halifax. The fans are LOUD, waving signs and proudly wearing NPCW shirts. The production team takes care to show the variety of fandom across the arena.
- A cluster of young fans in sparkly jackets hold up a banner: “Blonde Bombshells Forever!” while waving homemade golden pompoms.
- Two kids painted silver and black wear homemade wolf ears and Moonshadow masks, howling proudly as they hold up a glowing neon sign that reads: “The She-Wolf Rules Halifax!” with a hand-drawn crown over the words Queen of the North.
- A group of older fans in Santa hats chant: “HO HO HO!” holding a sign that reads: “Santa’s Still Our Champion!”
- Teenagers in denim overalls carry a hand-painted sign of a raft reading: “Huck & Tom: Ride or Die!”
- The camera cuts to a family with a stuffed penguin wearing a tiny Misfits t-shirt, as they raise a big sign: “FREE FLIPPERS!” with Negropolis’ logo drawn across the bottom.
- Another fan waves a bow and arrow, dressed as Robin Hood, holding a sign: “STEAL THE SHOW!”
- A grizzled old fan with a cardboard sign simply reads: “Mean Jack Mason: Halifax Brawler” in bold black paint.
- And finally, three girls dressed like Snow White wave red apples in the air, holding a sign: “Fairest of Them All!”
The camera cuts from the crowd to the announce desk where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington are ready to welcome the fans at home.
[AT THE ANNOUNCE DESK]
Johnny: beaming with excitement “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Polar Power — Episode 029, live right here from Halifax, Nova Scotia! We’re sold out, we’re rocking, and we’re only weeks away from one of the biggest events in wrestling history — The Convergence Supercard in November!”
Eddie: smirking, waving his hand dismissively “A game changer, Johnny. You’re talking about NPCW and HCW colliding head-to-head, and I can already smell the chaos. Forget your what-ifs, I want to see Van Helsing get torn apart by Beastfang. I want to see Mean Jack Mason mop the floor with Zack Brown. And Terrorfang? Don’t worry, he’s going to get his revenge on Krampus. It’s going to be glorious.”
Johnny: firm but excited “The possibilities are endless, Eddie! The talent pool on both sides is loaded, and I think the fans here in Halifax are just as excited as we are to see what comes together for Convergence!”
[Santa Discussion]
Johnny: “But speaking of loaded — tonight, Santa Claus himself will be in the building with an update. The last time we saw Santa, he had to deal with Sinister Klaus after Shadowfall, and the question on everyone’s mind is — where does Santa go from here?”
Eddie: mocking laugh “Where does Santa go? Maybe back to the workshop, Johnny! Let’s be real, since Shadowfall, the big man in red hasn’t exactly been ho ho ho-ing his way to the ring, has he? Maybe he’s finally realized Sinister Klaus is the better Claus. Maybe he’s scared.”
Johnny: shaking head “Scared is not in Santa’s vocabulary, Eddie. Tonight, we’ll hear directly from him, and I guarantee the fans are going to rally behind the true spirit of the season.”
[Main Event Discussion]
Johnny: “And what a main event we’ve got in Halifax — the Beasts defending their NPCW Tag Team Championships against Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer! These two young adventurers have been impressive since stepping into the NPCW, but tonight is their biggest test yet.”
Eddie: leaning in with a grin “Impressive? They’re two kids with a raft and a dream, Johnny! Huck and Tom don’t stand a chance against the raw power, the savagery, the dominance of the Beasts. This one’s going to be short, sweet, and painful.”
Johnny: defiant “We’ll see about that. If I’ve learned anything about Huck and Tom, it’s that they’ve got fight in them. This crowd in Halifax believes in them, and tonight could be the night they shock the world.”
Got it — here’s how we can weave the “Shadow Over Halifax” sign into Johnny & Eddie’s exchange, so the crowd feels like part of the story:
Johnny: “And don’t forget, folks, later tonight Moonshadow — the She-Wolf of the Wolf Pack, the reigning Queen of the North Champion — goes one-on-one with Maid Marion. Moonshadow has been absolutely dominant in that division, carrying the banner for the Wolf Pack with pride.”
Eddie: “Dominant? Please, Johnny. She struts around with that big shiny belt, but let’s be honest, being ‘Queen of the North’ is like being valedictorian in summer school. Impressive if you’re there, but the real competition? It’s waiting for her down the road, and Marion just might expose her tonight.”
Johnny: “I think you’re selling her short, Eddie. Just look around this crowd—two kids right in the front row painted silver and black, wearing homemade Moonshadow masks, holding up that neon sign that says: ‘Shadow Over Halifax.’ That tells you everything you need to know about the connection she’s made with the NPCW Universe.”
Eddie: “Yeah, well, if coloring your face with craft paint and waving around a glowing sign is all it takes, maybe those kids should be champion! Moonshadow better focus on Marion instead of her fan club.”
[Match Rundown]
Johnny: “But before we get to our main event, what a lineup we’ve got for you tonight! Let’s run it down.”
- Johnny: “We kick things off with Athena vs. Gretel — and Eddie, you’re already picking Athena?”
- Eddie: nodding smugly “Of course. Athena’s skill, her ring smarts — Gretel might have fought witches, but she’s about to meet a goddess.”
- Johnny: “Then the Big Bad Wolf takes on Jack Frost — I think Jack has what it takes to ice the Wolf, but Eddie, I already know you’re leaning Wolf.”
- Eddie: grinning “Wolf every time. Jack Frost might be nipping at people’s noses, but the Wolf bites.”
- Johnny: “Mrs. Claus and Pearl team up to face the Queens of Punishment, Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess.”
- Eddie: “That’s not even fair, Johnny. Pearl and Mrs. Claus are walking into a buzzsaw. My pick? The Queens.”
- Johnny: “The Howlers go head-to-head with the Gods of War, Ares and Mars!”
- Eddie: excited “Oh, this one’s going to be brutal. The Howlers are tough, but nobody’s tougher than the sons of Olympus. My pick: Ares and Mars.”
- Johnny: “Kris Kringle against Belsnickel — two legends of holiday lore colliding!”
- Eddie: “And only one’s walking out. I’m going Belsnickel. Meaner. Nasty. Hungrier.”
- Johnny: “Negropolis versus the Huntsman — and I’ll tell you what, Negropolis is no easy task for anybody.”
- Eddie: “Not for anybody except the Huntsman. He’s my pick — stronger, faster, smarter. Negropolis doesn’t stand a chance.”
- Johnny: “Then Moonshadow faces Maid Marion — a clash of light and darkness.”
- Eddie: “Easy call, Johnny. Moonshadow. Every time.”
- Johnny: “And then our main event — the Beasts defend their tag team gold against Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. My pick? The kids. They’ve got heart, they’ve got fight, and they’ve got the Halifax crowd on their side!”
- Eddie: slamming the desk lightly “And my pick? The Beasts. They’re going to eat Huck and Tom alive.”
Johnny: “It’s going to be a night to remember right here in Halifax — but fans, don’t go anywhere. When we come back, it’s time for a special Commissioner’s Decree that’s sure to shake things up as we march toward Convergence!”
Eddie: smirking “Oh, here we go. Another politician speech. I can’t wait to see who gets thrown under the bus.”
Camera pans the hyped Halifax crowd one last time, chants of “NPCW! NPCW!” echoing as the show heads to commercial.
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Johnny “the Mic” Michaels | The Expert of Elocution - Eddie Ellington |
| Louie Linville RING ANNOUNCER | Smooth Samantha INTERVIEWER |
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The set looks hastily thrown together in a converted storage room. A plain folding table serves as Commissioner Cratchit’s desk, with NPCW paperwork and mismatched coffee mugs stacked around. Behind him hangs a wrinkled NPCW banner that looks like it was pinned up last-minute.
Commissioner Cratchit sits at the desk, looking utterly worn down — shirt sleeves rolled, tie askew, circles under his eyes. He rubs his temples, clearly exhausted from weeks of dealing with Scrooge’s antics.
Meanwhile, Ebenezer Scrooge, self-styled “Special Advisor,” paces like a man ready to explode. His cane clicks angrily against the floor as he mutters under his breath before barking out in full voice.
Scrooge: “It’s a travesty, Cratchit… a travesty, I say! Absolute mismanagement of epic proportions!”
Cratchit (sighs, trying to placate him): “Now, Mr. Scrooge, let’s not overstate things. It’s not all that bad—”
Scrooge (cutting him off, jabbing the cane toward Cratchit’s chest): “Not all that bad? I should have been chosen for the booking committee! Me! After all, I am the Special Advisor to the Commissioner — the brains behind this entire operation!”
Cratchit winces, muttering under his breath, almost too tired to argue.
Cratchit: “Yes, the brains that nearly booked an ice-skating exhibition match in a blizzard… Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Heyman and Bernard are very capable men. They’ll keep NPCW’s interests intact.”
Scrooge stops pacing and glares at him, face turning red.
Scrooge: “Bah, humbug! What about my interests, Cratchit? The entire show should’ve been hosted at my resort — Glacier Plex! But no, no one listens. And now I’ve had to pay through the nose for special branding rights in Columbia, South Carolina. And don’t even get me started on the $100,000 appearance fee for that Negronomicon fellow! Supposedly the greatest HCW wrestler of all time, yes, a coup for me to sign him before Donnie B… but do you know what he demanded?!”
Cratchit: “I believe it was… small bills, sir?”
Scrooge: “Not bigger than tens, Cratchit! Tens! Do you have any idea how many sacks of cash that is? I needed a caravan of sleighs just to deliver the blasted payment!”
Cratchit can’t help but smirk, the sarcasm breaking through his fatigue.
Cratchit: “Well, I’m sure it was worth every dime… of Vlad’s money.”
Scrooge freezes, narrowing his eyes.
Scrooge: “Careful, Cratchit. My investors always get a return — a very good return. And you’d best watch your tongue if you value that desk of yours.”
Before Cratchit can respond, the door creaks open. In steps Grinch Heyman, dressed sharp as ever, with his signature oily smirk. He strolls in like he owns the room, carrying his own sense of smug superiority.
Heyman: “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the brain trust of Polar Power and the NPCW. How are we doing, gentlemen?”
Scrooge spins around, cane tapping against the floor.
Scrooge: “Speaking of moldy little sneaks — there he is!”
Heyman raises his hands in mock offense, smirking wider.
Heyman: “Aw, Ebenezer, you wound me. You’re still smarting about not being chosen for the booking committee, aren’t you?”
Scrooge: “We both know I was the better choice. You? You’re a snake in a cheap suit, Heyman. I don’t know what your angle is, but I’ll sniff it out soon enough.”
Heyman chuckles darkly.
Heyman: “Which is exactly why you weren’t chosen. The interests of the NPCW will be well-represented, don’t you worry. Much like my clients.”
Scrooge (snorting, leaning on his cane): “Your clients? Please. Vlad’s Dark Dominion is the most dangerous force in this business, and they’ll steamroll your so-called Demonic Legion. The Dominion are box office. Your Legion are… well… comic relief.”
Heyman’s smirk flickers, his jaw tightening.
Heyman: “Careful, Scrooge. You forget I manage the true lords of darkness here in NPCW — the Demonic Legion. Abaddon, Lilith, Krampus, Jack Frost… the most dangerous assembly of wrestlers this company has ever seen. We’ll prove it at Convergence when Vlad and his carnival of freaks meet a real demonic force.”
Scrooge laughs, almost wheezing, tears in his eyes.
Scrooge: “Demonic force? Don’t make me laugh, Heyman! When was the last time Krampus won a title? Oh, that’s right — never. He always chokes on the big stage. Jack Frost? Melts into a puddle the moment the heat’s on. And Abaddon and Lilith? Their momentum disappeared the second you slithered back into management. Face it: the Dominion dominates, and your Legion loses.”
Heyman’s smirk is gone now, replaced by cold fury. He leans across Cratchit’s desk, pointing a finger right in Scrooge’s face.
Heyman: “You’ll regret those words, Scrooge. The Demonic Legion are not a joke — and you’ll see firsthand what happens when the darkness takes hold. Watch your back.”
He straightens, brushing his jacket, and storms out.
Scrooge scoffs, waving him off.
Scrooge: “Bah, humbug! Empty threats. He’s all talk, Cratchit. All talk.”
Cratchit just buries his face in his hands, muttering: “Why did I ever take this job…”
The camera slowly zooms in on Cratchit’s weary face as Scrooge mutters and rants in the background, setting the stage for the Convergence feud between Dark Dominion and the Demonic Legion.
[Cut back to the announce desk after Heyman storms out of the Commissioner’s Office.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: [leaning toward the camera, eyes wide] “Folks, if you thought things couldn’t get any more chaotic on the road to The Convergence, you just heard it! The tension backstage is off the charts — Scrooge mocking The Demonic Legion, Heyman swearing they’re the true force of darkness, and let’s not forget Vlad and his Dark Dominion looming over both of them! We are staring down the barrel of a full-blown war of darkness in NPCW!”
Eddie Ellington: [smirking, arms crossed] “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… you never learn, do you? The Demonic Legion under The Grinch Heyman isn’t just smoke and mirrors — it’s power, it’s pedigree, it’s inevitability. Scrooge can laugh, the Dominion can posture, but when push comes to shove, the Legion will rise. Krampus, Abaddon, Lilith — they’re not circus freaks, they’re monsters. And monsters thrive when the lights go out.”
Johnny: “I don’t know, Eddie — history doesn’t lie. The Dominion’s been on a roll, and the Legion’s had their stumbles. But with the stakes of Convergence hanging in the balance, this Darkness versus Darkness clash could shake NPCW to its very core!”
Eddie: “Shake it, break it, burn it to ashes — doesn’t matter. All I know is, when the smoke clears, the Demonic Legion will be standing tall… and Heyman will be smiling that slimy grin of his.”
Johnny: “Fans, buckle up, because the shadows are only getting deeper here in NPCW. The war for darkness is coming — and it may consume everything in its path!”
[Camera pans to the crowd reacting, with fans holding up “Dominion Rules” signs and others chanting for Krampus. Then it fades into the hype package for the next match.]
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “She is strategy and savagery combined… the goddess who sees all and fears none — ATHENA, the WAR QUEEN!” | “Now entering the ring… representing the Hunters’ Enclave… standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 155 pounds… the scourge of sorcerers and the mistress of the chain—GRRRRRETEL!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Ethereal chanting opens her entrance before it explodes into a haunting symphonic metal theme. A spotlight follows her as she slowly walks to the ring, golden shield raised and eyes locked forward. Zeus leads the cheers from ringside, smugly praising her every step. | The lights dim to a blood-red hue as heavy, industrial metal roars through the speakers—rattling with the sound of clanging chains and war drums. A single spotlight cuts through the darkness as Gretel storms through the curtain, dragging a long, wrapped silver chain behind her. Her attire is rugged and tactical, adorned with hunter sigils and battle-worn leather. She walks with icy focus and unshakable intensity, barely acknowledging the crowd as the chain clinks with every step. On the apron, she twirls the weapon with ease before snapping it around her shoulders and stepping into the ring like she owns it. |
[Bell rings. The Halifax crowd is loud, split between cheers for Gretel of the Hunter Enclave and jeers for Athena as Zeus looms at ringside.]
Johnny: “We are underway here in Halifax, and what a way to kick off Episode 29 of Polar Power! Athena, the Huntress of Olympus, with Zeus at her side, against Gretel from the Hunter Enclave.”
Eddie: “This is a mismatch, Johnny. You’ve got a warrior goddess versus a girl who spent her childhood chasing gingerbread crumbs. Gretel should’ve stayed in the forest.”
Johnny: “Don’t underestimate Gretel, Eddie! She’s shown she can stand toe-to-toe with some of NPCW’s toughest competitors. And look at this—Gretel comes out firing with a superkick attempt—”
Eddie: “Neutralized! Just like that. Athena swats it away like she’s brushing off a fly. Told you, Johnny, no contest.”
Johnny: “Now Athena with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker—she calls that the Owl Wing Backbreaker! Oh but Gretel connects at the same time with a Shining Wizard! Both women taking damage!”
Eddie: “That’s the only thing Gretel can hope for—land something lucky when Athena’s already doing the heavy lifting. That was Athena’s move doing half the work!”
Johnny: “Third minute—Athena lines her up—Huntress Spear! She drives Gretel down hard!”
Eddie: “Like running into a charging rhino with a bad attitude. Gretel’s lungs probably just left her body.”
Johnny: “Fourth minute—Gretel counters with a Spinning Heel Kick, but Athena blocks it—neutralized again!”
Eddie: “And that’s called class versus clumsiness. Athena is two steps ahead at all times.”
Johnny: “Fifth minute, Athena again—Shield Bash into the corner! Gretel crushed against the turnbuckles!”
Eddie: “And Zeus loves it! Look at him, that’s the face of a proud Olympian.”
Johnny: “Sixth minute—Athena hits ANOTHER Huntress Spear! Gretel just barely absorbing this punishment but she’s in trouble.”
Eddie: “Barely is generous, Johnny. She’s hanging on like a snowflake in a heatwave.”
Johnny: “Seventh minute—both connect! Athena with another Owl Wing Backbreaker, Gretel firing back with a superkick—”
Eddie: “Finally, Gretel lands one, but did you see what she tried right after? She went after Zeus! You don’t poke the thunder god, Johnny! Lucky for her, it backfired.”
Johnny: “Eighth minute—Athena cinches in the Gorgon Clutch! Knee driven into the back, wrenching Gretel’s neck—”
Eddie: “Meanwhile Gretel flails a pump kick. What’s that supposed to do? Nothing. Athena’s squeezing the fight right out of her.”
Johnny: “Ninth minute—Athena lifts Gretel high—Pallas Drop! Gorilla Press Slam!! My goodness!”
Eddie: “That’s raw Olympian strength, Johnny! Gretel tried to defend, but you can’t stop a goddess in motion!”
Johnny: “Tenth minute—Gorgon Clutch again! But Gretel with an Enzuigiri this time—right on the side of Athena’s head!”
Eddie: “I’ll give her this—at least Gretel got one lucky kick in tonight. She should frame that moment—it’s all downhill from here.”
Johnny: “Eleventh minute—Athena charges again—Huntress Spear connects! Gretel counters with a spinning heel kick, but both women are down—”
Eddie: “And notice which one gets up first—Athena. That’s why she’s the goddess and Gretel’s just the girl next door.”
Johnny: “Twelfth minute—Athena hooks her—Wisdom’s Wrath!! Pedigree right into the mat!!”
Eddie: “That’s it, lights out! No gingerbread crumbs to save her now.”
Johnny: “Athena with the cover—1! 2! 3! That’s all she wrote!”
ATHENA DEFEATS GRETEL VIA PINFALL AT THE 12 MINUTE MARK
RIVER REAPERS
[Backstage – Smooth Samantha stands in front of an NPCW banner with a microphone in hand. Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, the River Reapers of the Hunter’s Enclave, step into frame. They’ve got rugged confidence in their eyes, dressed in their riverfolk gear, ready for tonight’s showdown.]
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time — the River Reapers of the Hunter’s Enclave, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer! Gentlemen, tonight you step into the biggest opportunity of your NPCW careers so far: a shot at the NPCW Tag Team Championships against the Beasts. You’ve only been here a short time, but you’ve made waves already. How does it feel to get this chance so quickly?”
Huck Finn (grinning wide, hands on his suspenders): “Well Miss Samantha, it feels like we’re right where we’re s’posed to be. Folks didn’t think a pair of river rats like us would last long up here in the frozen north, but every time we’ve gone out there, we’ve proved we can hang. We didn’t just stumble into this title shot — we earned it, fight by fight.”
Tom Sawyer (leaning forward, finger pointing toward the camera): “At the end of September, the NPCW board ranked us number two, and now we’re cashin’ that in. That ain’t charity, that ain’t luck — that’s proof the Enclave’s makin’ its mark. The Beasts may be big, they may be mean, but tonight we show the whole world that brains and grit can outlast brute strength.”
Samantha (nodding): “But you both know what you’re walking into. The Beasts aren’t just savage inside the ring, they’ve got Polly Mason and the Beast Master at ringside — that means, realistically, the two of you could be outnumbered four to two. How do you plan to overcome that?”
Huck Finn (smirking, tilting his hat back): “Ma’am, we’ve been outnumbered since the day we left home. River currents don’t care how strong you are, and neither do the hunters and outlaws we’ve had to face. We don’t scare easy. You can throw Polly, the Beast Master, or the whole menagerie at us, and we’ll still row the boat upriver and keep fightin’.”
Tom Sawyer (stepping closer to the mic with intensity): “The Beasts think fear is their weapon. But fear don’t win titles. Focus does. Unity does. And Huck and I — we’ve been through enough scrapes together that there ain’t a trick or a trap they can spring that we ain’t ready for. Tonight, we take the fight to ‘em, we weather the storm, and we walk out as the new NPCW Tag Team Champions.”
Samantha (smiling, lifting the mic back up): “Strong words from the River Reapers. Gentlemen, thank you for your time, and best of luck in tonight’s main event.”
[Finn and Sawyer tip their heads toward Samantha, then turn to face the camera one last time, Huck crossing his arms and Tom raising a fist. The shot lingers on their determined expressions before fading back to the arena.]
[Cut back to ringside commentary desk — Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington seated behind the desk. The Halifax crowd is still buzzing from the River Reapers’ interview as the camera zooms in.]
Johnny: “Well, there you have it, folks — Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, the River Reapers, looking as confident as ever heading into their first NPCW Tag Team Title opportunity. I’ve gotta say, Eddie, for newcomers, they’ve shown an incredible amount of grit and heart in their short time here. Ranked number two at the end of September, already climbing the ladder, and now with the shot of a lifetime here tonight.”
Eddie (rolling his eyes, leaning back in his chair): “Oh, spare me the fairy tale, Johnny. These aren’t brave heroes out of some storybook — they’re two kids playing dress-up with slingshots, and tonight they’re walking straight into a meat grinder. You saw what the Beasts did at Shadowfall. You saw what Polly Mason did. You saw what Marcus the Beastmaster does every time he’s at ringside. The River Reapers aren’t rowing up a river tonight — they’re rowing into a waterfall, and it ends with them getting eaten alive.”
Johnny (shaking his head, determined): “I don’t know, Eddie. The Beasts are savages, no doubt about it, but Huck and Tom have the kind of hungry newcomer spirit we’ve seen shock the world before here in NPCW. They’re clever, they’re united, and they’ve shown they can stand toe-to-toe with bigger opponents. If anybody can rise to the occasion and pull off the upset, it just might be the River Reapers.”
Eddie (cutting in quickly, pointing toward the camera): “Johnny, the only thing that’s gonna get upset tonight is the River Reapers’ bodies when the Beasts throw them around like rag dolls. Mark my words — this ends ugly, and the Beasts stay on top.”
[Camera cuts away from the desk — wide shot of the Halifax crowd. A loud chorus of boos rains down at Eddie’s words, with fans wagging their fingers and jeering. The camera then zooms in on two kids in the front row, both holding up handmade cardboard “REAPER OARS” painted like Huck and Tom’s paddles, and a big homemade banner that reads ‘REAP THE BEASTS!’ in dripping red letters. The kids pump their fists in the air as the crowd rallies behind them.]
Johnny (voiceover as the shot lingers on the cheering kids): “Listen to this crowd, Eddie — the NPCW faithful believe in Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, and I can’t blame them! That kind of energy, that kind of fight, is what makes the River Reapers so dangerous tonight.”
Eddie (voiceover, scoffing): “Dangerous? Please, Johnny, those kids better hold onto those cardboard paddles, because Huck and Tom are going to need all the help they can get when the Beasts sink their little boat!”
[Camera cuts back to the desk as Johnny shakes his head with a smile.]
Johnny: “We’ll see about that — the tag titles are on the line in tonight’s main event. But first, more action coming your way after this!”
[Fade to commercial.]
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… accompanied by the Wolf Pack… he is the apex predator of NPCW… the Leader of the Pack… this is the Alpha Wolf… BIIIG BAAAD WOOOLF!” | “Representing the Demonic Legion… from the frozen edge of despair… weighing in at 190 pounds… the cold-blooded conqueror… THE DEMON OF FROST… JACK FROST!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness as chilling wolf howls echo through the sound system, followed by pounding tribal drums and snarling guitar riffs. A blood-red spotlight hits the stage as BIG BAD WOLF emerges from the shadows, cloaked in a tattered hooded mantle. His glowing eyes scan the crowd with a predatory glare. Behind him, members of the Wolf Pack lurk in the mist, never far from their Alpha. He raises his arms and lets out a howl, echoed by the crowd — whether in awe or fear. | Frost creeps across the stage as icy blue lights shimmer and eerie choral music echoes. Jack Frost steps out slowly, pale and emotionless, in a sleek silver and blue ensemble. He raises one arm, and artificial snow drifts from the rafters as the crowd recoils from his cold presence. |
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! Big Bad Wolf, the leader of the Wolf Pack, stepping into the ring against the chilling presence of Jack Frost, accompanied by the ever-scheming Grinch Heyman!”
Eddie: “Oh, Johnny, if you think that lumbering wolf can survive a minute in here with Frost, you’re out of your mind. Jack Frost is precise, deadly, and Heyman has a mind like a steel trap!”
Johnny: “Big Bad Wolf wastes no time, connecting with a SIT OUT FACE BUSTER early on! But Jack Frost isn’t phased — he answers back with the SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS!”
Eddie: “Face it, folks, that Wolf is all fur and teeth but not much else. Frost is schooling him on the basics of real combat!”
Johnny: “Look at the intensity! Frost goes for the FROSTBITE CLUTCH, trying to lock in the Cobra Clutch!”
Eddie: “And you can see it, Johnny — Wolf is struggling, gasping for leverage. That’s why you need brains as well as brawn, and Frost has both.”
Johnny: “But Big Bad Wolf rallies! Reverses the ARCTIC BLAST, gets a hold on Frost, trying to turn the tide!”
Eddie: “Hah! That’s a nice try, but the Wolf’s all bark and no bite. Frost is in total control, even letting Wolf have his little tantrum.”
Johnny: “Both men trading blows in the corner now — Wolf goes for a LYCAN LOCK, but Jack Frost escapes, delivering a crisp ARCTIC BLAST punch!”
Eddie: “Perfect technique, Johnny. That’s why Frost is a future legend. The Wolf? He’s lucky to even have teeth left intact!”
Johnny: “The Wolf keeps trying to rally, but Frost has absorbed everything thrown at him. Oh! Heyman’s at ringside with that mobile phone, eyes glinting mischievously! He throws the phone to Jack Frost!”
Eddie: “And you know what that means — trouble for our furry friend. Frost is about to turn that distraction into pure devastation!”
Johnny: “Jack Frost locks it in — SMASH FOE WITH MOBILE PHONE! Big Bad Wolf is down!”
Eddie: “See that, Johnny? That’s how the Demonic Legion rules! Heyman knows exactly when to strike!”
Johnny: “1…2…3! That’s it! Jack Frost has pinned Big Bad Wolf! What a statement from the Demonic Legion!”
[Post-Match]
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, the Wolf Pack leader goes down! Jack Frost stands victorious, and Heyman looks absolutely delighted!”
Eddie: “Delighted? That’s an understatement. The Demonic Legion just sent a message to everyone in NPCW — we are in charge!”
[Camera cuts to Heyman at ringside, smirking directly into the camera.]
Grinch Heyman: “Remember this, Scrooge... the Demonic Legion rules the NPCW!”
Johnny: “Well, Eddie, I think that message just set the stage for some serious chaos in the weeks to come.”
Eddie: “Chaos? No, Johnny — that’s just the natural order. Frost and the Legion are the true power in this company. The Wolf Pack? Just a snack on the side.”
[Camera fades to commercial as the arena crowd reacts to the post-match drama.]
JACK FROST (WITH GRINCH HEYMAN) DEFEATS BIG BAD WOLF VIA PINFALL AT THE 12 MINUTE MARK
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Together they bring holiday justice and nighttime might — a duo of legend, love, and light… Mrs. Claus and Pearl the Tooth Fairy… THE HOLIDAY HEROINES!” | “Accompanied by the Mad Hatter… at a combined weight of 249 pounds… the reigning royalty of ruthlessness… CRIMSON VIPER and DARK DUCHESS… THE QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A shimmering winter wonderland effect overtakes the stage as sleigh bells meet sparkly fairy chimes in a mash-up of holiday cheer and twinkling justice. Mrs. Claus enters with regal command, arm-in-arm with Pearl who pirouettes beside her. Snow falls gently as the crowd erupts in cheers. Together, they are both comforting and commanding — the maternal might of the North Pole combined with the whimsical warrior of the night. | A dark, pulsing waltz fused with industrial beats booms as the lights turn crimson and black. The Mad Hatter skips out first, twirling his cane and cackling, before bowing dramatically as Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess emerge in regal gowns that tear away to reveal ruthless ring gear. They strut with disdain, flanked by smoke and strobes, and sneer at the crowd with a cruel confidence as they walk side-by-side to the ring. |
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! Mrs. Claus teaming with Pearl taking on the notorious Queens of Punishment — Crimson Viper, the Queen of Hearts, and Dark Duchess, the Queen of Spades, accompanied by the unpredictable Mad Hatter!”
Eddie: “Oh, Johnny, this is going to be painful to watch. Mrs. Claus? Pearl? Give me a break. They look like they’re baking cookies, not competing in a wrestling ring. These Queens, on the other hand, they’ve got style, cunning, and brains — everything these two lack!”
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus comes out swinging immediately with a BACK HAND CHOP, connecting cleanly on Crimson Viper!”
Eddie: “Ha! That’s cute. Really, a little slap from Mrs. Claus. The Queen of Hearts probably didn’t even flinch.”
Johnny: “Crimson Viper absorbs the chop but is clearly shaken — Mrs. Claus follows it up with a THROW TO THE FLOOR, sending her rival over the ropes!”
Eddie: “Finally, something that works! Maybe she’s got a little fight in her… but don’t get your hopes up, Johnny. That’s not enough to take down a Queen!”
Johnny: “Crimson Viper is back on her feet, firing with a Belly to Back Suplex — showing she’s not done yet!”
Eddie: “See what I mean? That’s why these two ladies are called the Queens of Punishment. Mrs. Claus can swing a candy cane all she wants, it won’t save her from real wrestling.”
Johnny: “The ref begins the count now — Crimson Viper is on the outside! One… two… three…”
Eddie: “Oh no… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! Count out! Mrs. Claus wins!”
Johnny: “Unbelievable! Mrs. Claus with a THROW TO THE FLOOR counts out Crimson Viper! She manages to pick up the victory in a shocking turn of events!”
Eddie: “Hah! Fluke, pure fluke, Johnny! Don’t let it fool you — the Queens of Punishment are still the real threat in this division. That was a lucky escape, nothing more!”
MRS. CLAUS AND PEARL DEFEAT CRIMSON VIPER (QUEEN OF HEARTS) VIA COUNT OUT AT THE 2 MINUTE MARK
SANTA CLAUS UPDATE
[Camera pans backstage. Santa Claus is walking slowly, carrying a clipboard, Rudolph trailing behind. Smooth Samantha hurries to catch up with her microphone.]
Samantha: “Santa, it’s great to see you back here at NPCW. It’s been some time since Shadowfall, and fans are excited to see you in action again. How are you feeling after such a tumultuous year?”
Santa Claus: “Well, Samantha… it’s been a rough year, no doubt about it. I got hurt back in March, and it kept me sidelined until late June. Then, in July… well, let’s just say being kidnapped isn’t exactly on the training regimen.”
Samantha: “You mean until Shadowfall?”
Santa Claus: “Exactly. That whole ordeal forced me to take a step back from the ring temporarily. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. With Kringle, Rudolph, Van Helsing, and others carrying the banner while I’ve been recuperating, it gave me time to rest, get back into shape, and observe what’s happening across NPCW.”
Samantha: “So the fans shouldn’t worry about your return?”
Santa Claus: “Not at all. I’m paying very close attention to all the chatter about Convergence. There’s someone in HCW — someone who used to be with NPCW — who’s been stirring trouble from afar. Aligning with Vlad and his Dark Dominion, this individual has planted his Primal Horde right here in NPCW to do his dirty work.”
Samantha: “You’re not talking about Mean Jack Mason?”
Santa Claus: “No, Samantha. Mason? He’s just a pawn in a much larger game. I’ll leave Rudolph and the team to deal with him. But the real threat… the one I’m keeping my eyes on? The Yeti. And I’ve already asked Bernard: I want Yeti at Convergence. Doesn’t matter if it’s Columbia or the North Pole. One-on-one, tag team, six-man tag… he’s going to face someone who can stop him.”
Samantha: “That’s quite a promise, Santa. Sounds like the NPCW universe is in for some shocking matchups this November.”
Santa Claus: “Indeed, Samantha. And for those who think they’ve seen it all… Convergence is going to prove them wrong.”
[Camera pans on Santa’s determined expression as Rudolph nods in agreement, then cuts to black.]
Johnny: “Wow, Eddie, there you have it — Santa Claus laying down the gauntlet. The Yeti at Convergence? This is huge news for NPCW and HCW fans alike. You can feel the tension in the air already!”
Eddie: “Tension, Johnny? That’s one way to put it. I call it disaster waiting to happen. The Yeti’s unstoppable, Johnny. If he shows up at Convergence, no tag team, no six-man match… it doesn’t matter. He’s going to chew through anyone the so-called ‘wrestling Santa’ sends after him. And let’s be honest, Johnny, Santa hasn’t exactly been lighting up the ring since Shadowfall.”
Johnny: “Maybe so, Eddie, but you’ve got to respect the planning and foresight here. Santa’s been watching, analyzing, and now he’s ready to make his move. This could be the storyline that defines Convergence.”
Eddie: “Or the storyline that ends badly for whoever dares step in the ring with the Yeti. I say bring popcorn, folks — it’s going to be messy!”
[Camera cuts to a crowd shot, fans holding homemade “Bring the Yeti” signs, chanting in anticipation.]
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Tag team competitors from the untamed wilds… the savage soldiers of the Wolf Pack… this is the primal fury unleashed… THE HOWLERS!” | “Accompanied by Zeus… They are the celestial conquerors! Forged in battle and born to reign — ARES and MARS… THE GODS OF WAR!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| As the lights dim, a haunting, synchronized duet of wolf howls pierces the air, followed by a thunderous beat of war drums mixed with tribal metal. Smoke floods the entrance ramp as the Howlers — two feral, wild-eyed bruisers in wolf-pelt shoulder gear — prowl out from the back. They drop to all fours and crawl before standing, throwing their heads back and howling at the rafters. Their presence is raw and unchained, and their loyalty to the Pack is absolute. They stomp toward the ring with snarling intensity, ready to maul. | Thunder cracks and war drums pound as flames burst along the stage. A blinding gold light beams down as ARES and MARS march side by side, cloaked in flowing red and bronze war robes. They rip them off at ringside, revealing sculpted gear and sneering faces. Zeus follows close behind, laughing and raising a staff high as the crowd boos. |
Johnny: “Fans, we’ve got tag team action here — the wild, unpredictable Howlers of the Wolf Pack taking on the powerhouse tandem of the Gods of War, Ares and Mars, with Zeus himself in their corner!”
Eddie: “And this one won’t last long, Johnny. The Howlers are nothing but a couple of flea-bitten brawlers who’d be better off howling at the moon than stepping in the ring with gods. I hope Zeus brought a broom, because this is going to be a sweep!”
Johnny: “Collar and elbow tie-up — and look at this, Ares and Mars going for the double-team early! A Side Russian Leg Sweep by Ares, followed right up with a Running Powerslam by Mars!”
Eddie: “Now that’s strategy, Johnny! That’s why they’re gods! They don’t wait, they don’t play fair — they dominate! Meanwhile, Howler #1 flails around with that Samoan Drop like it means something. Pathetic!”
Johnny: “But the Howlers won’t be intimidated — Howler #1 with a Bionic Elbow right between the eyes of Mars! And he’s holding his own against the double-team pressure!”
Eddie: “Yeah, congratulations. He landed one elbow. Great career highlight — put it on a plaque! Meanwhile, the gods are just waiting for their moment.”
Johnny: “Ares off the ropes — big Elbow Drop across the sternum of Howler #1! The Wolf Pack member tried to fight off the double-team, but the numbers caught up to him.”
Eddie: “As I said, Johnny, this is divine punishment. You can’t survive against warriors who were bred for battle. The Howlers are out of their depth!”
Johnny: “But Howler #1 comes charging back! Clothesline over the top rope, and Ares goes tumbling to the floor! The Pack is howling in approval!”
Eddie: “Oh, big deal, Johnny. All he did was send Ares outside — Ares is smart, he’s regrouping, he’s not in trouble. If anything, he’s giving Howler #1 false hope.”
Johnny: “Ares back inside just before the count of seven, and now we’ve got fresh men as Howler #2 tags in, and so does Mars!”
Johnny: “And right away Mars and Ares try for another double-team — Running Powerslam from Mars, Neckbreaker from Ares — but Howler #2 counters it! He fights them both off!”
Eddie: “Please, Johnny, don’t get excited. That was desperation, not skill. These Howlers are just throwing punches and hoping something sticks.”
Johnny: “Oh, but now the Wolf Pack returns the favor! Howler #2 with heavy rights, and Howler #1 dives back in — multiple Elbow Drops from both men! Mars is in serious trouble here!”
Eddie: “Here we go again — wolves hunting in packs! It’s the only way they can survive, Johnny, because man to man — or god to man — they’ve got no chance.”
Johnny: “Howler #2 climbing to the top — big Diving Headbutt! He plants Mars right in the chest! The cover!”
Crowd: “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Johnny: “Unbelievable! The Howlers pull off the upset, taking down the Gods of War!”
Eddie: “This is a travesty, Johnny! A travesty! You can’t let two wild animals run loose and mug the gods of the squared circle. I blame Honest Abe, I blame the Wolf Pack at ringside, I blame everyone but the gods. This was theft!”
Johnny: “Call it what you want, Eddie, but it’s in the record books. The Howlers just put themselves in the hunt for tag team gold!”
THE HOWLERS DEFEAT THE GODS OF WAR VIA PINFALL AT THE 7-MINUTE MARK.
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “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!” | “From the shadowed corners of forgotten tradition… bringing punishment for the wicked and the weak… he is the harbinger of coal and chaos… BELSNICKEL!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| 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. | The arena lights dim to a cold blue hue as distorted holiday bells chime over a creeping, slow industrial-metal track laced with ominous growls and whispers. Smoke pours from the stage as Belsnickel lumbers through it, wrapped in tattered furs and dragging his switch behind him. He glares at the crowd with disdain, tossing handfuls of black coal dust toward the barricades. Every movement is deliberate, unsettling, as if he’s judging each person he passes for their sins. Boos rain down as he steps into the ring, unfazed and unmoved. |
Johnny: Folks, it’s time for a heated clash of legends! Kris Kringle, the grizzled spirit of winter war, going one-on-one with the sinister Belsnickel of Grim Tidings! And of course, he’s not alone—Fenwick Grimbough lurking at ringside, already with that smug look on his face.
Eddie: As he should! Kris Kringle should’ve stayed in the rocking chair with his milk and cookies. Tonight, Belsnickel’s gonna prove he’s the true punisher of the naughty.
Johnny: There’s the bell—Kringle coming in quick! He drops a Chimney Collapse knee right across the chest of Belsnickel!
Eddie: Yeah, but look at Belsnickel! Right back up, scoops him—and a powerslam! You don’t keep a man like Belsnickel down with one knee, Johnny.
Johnny: Kringle firing back! He’s got him hooked—Crimson Wrath piledriver! The old man’s still got dynamite in those arms!
Eddie: But Belsnickel—perfect counter—suplex! That’s how you scramble the snow out of Kringle’s beard.
Johnny: Oof! A nasty roundhouse right staggers Kringle!
Eddie: Ha! That’s called “Ringing in the Season,” Johnny! And now the Flying Lariat—Ringing the Bell! He nearly took Kringle’s head off!
Johnny: But Kringle answers back—Frostbite to the midsection! He doubles Belsnickel over! And now another Crimson Wrath! He’s planting him left and right!
Eddie: Planting him? More like planting himself in an early grave. That’s all adrenaline, Johnny. You’ll see.
Johnny: Chimney Collapse! Kringle dropping knees—oh, come on! Fenwick Grimbough’s up on the apron, waving that ridiculous rulebook in Kringle’s face!
Eddie: That’s called strategy! Fenwick is just making sure “Honest” Abe remembers the rules. Nothing wrong with that!
Johnny: Kringle with the Long Winter suplex! My goodness, he held him up there forever!
Eddie: But look—Belsnickel shakes it off, claw hold applied! He’s trying to crush Kringle’s skull like a nutcracker!
Johnny: Kringle won’t quit! He rams him headfirst into the buckle with the Sleigh Crash! That’s pure fight, Eddie!
Johnny: Chimney Collapse connects again! Kringle pounding away—wait, here comes Belsnickel—Knecht Kick! That nearly caves Kringle’s face in!
Eddie: Hook of the leg—one, two—no! Kringle kicks out!
Johnny: Another cover after a second Knecht Kick! One, two—Kringle fights out again!
Eddie: Stubborn old mule! He should’ve stayed down, Johnny!
Johnny: Sleigh Crash! Chimney Collapse! Kringle digging deep now!
Eddie: Look at Fenwick! Accidental—or maybe not so accidental—shot to the referee with that rulebook!
Johnny: Oh, give me a break! “Honest” Abe didn’t see a thing! And Kringle’s got the cover! One, two—no, Belsnickel kicks out!
Eddie: Ha! You can’t beat brilliance, Johnny.
Johnny: Another Crimson Wrath! Kringle with the cover—one, two—oh, Belsnickel survives again!
Eddie: That’s why he’s the better man. Belsnickel eats piledrivers for breakfast.
Johnny: Counter there by Kringle! He blocks the lariat! But Belsnickel with another devastating Knecht Kick! He will not stay down!
Johnny: Powerslam by Belsnickel! And now Fenwick again—distracting Kringle with that rulebook!
Eddie: Brilliant teamwork, Johnny! That’s how you win in this business!
Johnny: No—Belsnickel rolls him up—one, two, three! With Fenwick’s distraction, Belsnickel steals it!
BELSNICKEL DEFEATS KRIS KRINGLE VIA PINFALL AT THE 22-MINUTE MARK.
SNOW WHITE
[The screen cuts to Smooth Samantha standing in the backstage interview zone, microphone in hand, with Snow White beside her in her flowing white-and-blue ring attire. The audience pops audibly at the sight of Snow White.]
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Snow White.”
[The crowd cheers again. Snow White nods politely, still carrying herself with calm determination.]
Samantha: “Snow White, before we get to your thoughts tonight, we want to take you back to what happened at the very end of last Sunday’s Northern Belles broadcast.”
[The screen above them plays the recap of the “Mirror Mirror” closing segment: the green mist flooding the arena, the eerie cracked mirror, and Wicked Witch’s chilling cackle as she vowed that Snow White would not remain ‘the fairest of them all.’ The crowd boos loudly as the Wicked Witch’s face fades out.]
Samantha: “A chilling message sent from the Wicked Witch herself. Snow White, the entire wrestling world has been buzzing since that night. What’s your response?”
[Snow White takes a deep breath, her expression hardening. She raises the mic with calm but steely resolve.]
Snow White: “The Wicked Witch has haunted my story for far too long. She thrives on fear, on intimidation… on convincing people that shadows are stronger than light. Well, I’m here to tell her—and the world—that I will not be shaken. I didn’t come this far, I didn’t fight this hard, just to bow to her cackling threats.”
[She steadies herself, her voice rising with conviction as the crowd begins to cheer louder.]
Snow White: “So let’s not wait. Let’s not hide behind mirrors and mist. At Thanksgiving WrestleFest, this Monday, I will step into the ring with the Wicked Witch—face to face. She wants to test if I am still the fairest of them all? She’ll find out first-hand what happens when her poison meets the Seven Lock Curse.”
[The crowd erupts in a “SNOW WHITE! SNOW WHITE!” chant as she lowers the mic. Samantha smiles, clearly impressed by the determination.]
Samantha: “There you have it! Snow White versus the Wicked Witch—this Monday at Thanksgiving WrestleFest! You do not want to miss it.”
[The camera lingers on Snow White, her eyes burning with quiet defiance as the audience cheers her name, before cutting back to ringside.]
[Cut back to ringside with Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington at the announce desk.]
Johnny: “Did you hear that, Eddie? It’s official! This Monday at Thanksgiving WrestleFest, Snow White versus the Wicked Witch! A storybook clash finally becoming reality—good versus evil, light versus darkness—it doesn’t get bigger than that!”
Eddie: “Bigger? Johnny, please. The only thing that’s going to be big is the crater Snow White leaves when the Wicked Witch drops her into it! You saw what happened on Northern Belles—that mist, that mirror, that laugh—it rattled Snow White to her core. She’s walking into her own funeral, and she doesn’t even know it!”
Johnny: “I don’t buy it for a second. Snow White is tougher than anyone gives her credit for—she’s been climbing mountains every step of her career, and she’s never backed down. If the Wicked Witch wants to test her, she’s in for the fight of her life!”
Eddie: “And it’ll be the last fight of her life, Johnny. The Witch isn’t just going to beat Snow White—she’s going to make sure she never looks in a mirror the same way again!”
[Crowd boos loudly at Eddie’s words while a “SNOW WHITE! SNOW WHITE!” chant rises from the stands, setting the stage for the big showdown.]
MATCH 6 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the Necrotic Depths of Negropolis… weighing in at 267 pounds… the Bringer of Death and Destruction… he is the Last Disciple of Negronomicon… NEGROPOLIS!!” | “He does not speak. He does not hesitate. He obeys the crown… THE HUNTSMAN!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Fog rolls across the ramp as droning funeral chants echo through the arena. From the mist, Negropolis appears slowly, his long brown trench coat billowing, skull-faced mask staring straight ahead. He moves with slow, ritualistic precision — unfazed by the cheers or boos. Behind him, Ace MacDougall follows, holding Flippers aloft like Simba. | The arena goes silent except for the sound of a slow, pounding heartbeat and the crunch of snow. A blood-red spotlight follows The Huntsman as he marches alone to the ring. Wearing a tattered cloak and carrying a massive axe, his cold, expressionless face never wavers. He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t acknowledge the fans. He’s there for one reason: protection through punishment. |
Johnny: “We are back here on Polar Power, and this one is going to be a battle of bruisers—Negropolis of the Obsidian Covenant against the towering enforcer of the Queens of Despair, the Huntsman!”
Eddie: “Don’t waste your breath, Johnny. Huntsman is bigger, meaner, and tougher than that walking shadow. Negropolis should’ve stayed in the grave he crawled out of.”
Johnny: “You say that every week, Eddie, but Negropolis continues to prove he belongs. He’s one of the toughest rising stars in NPCW!”
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “Collar and elbow tie-up—Negropolis breaks free with a big flying elbow!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot!”
Johnny: “Huntsman right back at him with that Woodsman Uppercut! Both men just trading bombs out of the gate!”
Eddie: “And Negropolis is already wobbling—look at that power from Huntsman!”
Johnny: “Huntsman hoists him—vertical suplex! He planted Negropolis right in the center of the ring.”
Eddie: “That’s what happens when you mess with a woodsman, Johnny. He knows how to chop down trees—and Negropolis is just another one waiting to fall.”
Johnny: “Negropolis fights back—Doom Bomb! He nailed him!”
Eddie: “And yet, Huntsman’s right back up! That’s what makes him dangerous. Negropolis can’t keep him down.”
Johnny: “Huntsman tosses him with a full nelson slam! Covers—one, two—no! Negropolis powers out!”
Eddie: “That was three! Abe’s slow! Someone get that ref new glasses!”
Johnny: “The Covenant at ringside—Father MacDougall and Flippers—they’re trying to will their man on. And look at MacDougall, he’s calling strategy, keeping Negropolis focused.”
Eddie: “Or distracting him! That old priest should keep his sermons in church!”
Johnny: “Negropolis now with a throw out of the ring! Huntsman crashes hard on the floor!”
Eddie: “Don’t celebrate yet—he’s back in at the seven count. That’s resilience, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Negropolis back on the attack—snap suplex! Holds for the cover! One, two—no! Huntsman kicks out again!”
Eddie: “See? You can’t put down the Huntsman that easy. Negropolis is throwing everything at him, and it’s not enough.”
Johnny: “But Negropolis isn’t slowing down—another snap suplex! Hooks the leg—one, two, three! He got him! Negropolis with the victory!”
Eddie: “No, no, no! That was a fast count! Huntsman was robbed! I swear Honest Abe is on the Covenant payroll!”
Johnny: “No robbery here, Eddie—Negropolis just picked up a huge win against one of the most dangerous enforcers in NPCW!”
NEGROPOLIS DEFEATS HUNTSMAN VIA PINFALL (SNAP SUPLEX) AT THE 21-MINUTE MARK.
The bell has rung, the referee raises Negropolis’ hand. Father MacDougal and Flippers rush into the ring, embracing their dark protégé. The crowd gives a mixed reaction—half awe, half unease—as Negropolis stands over the fallen Huntsman, his arm raised in triumph. The lights dim slightly, adding that eerie Obsidian Covenant atmosphere. Suddenly, the Jumbotron flickers to life, cutting off the victory celebration.
[On Jumbotron]
Mean Jack Mason appears, leaning casually against a chair backstage. His ever-calculating sister and manager Polly Mason stands beside him, smirking knowingly, while behind them loom the massive silhouettes of The Beasts—their bodies almost trembling with pent-up violence—as the Beast Master strokes his chains, eyes locked on the camera.
Mason (smirking, voice dripping with disdain): "Negropolis… Negropolis. You stand there with your little preacher and your penguin like you just climbed a mountain. But let me ask you something, son… do you really think you belong in the same ring as me—the North Pole Champion? Do you think you’re cut from the same cloth? Because what I see is a boy trying to swim with sharks in a frozen sea."
Crowd boos heavily, some chanting “NEG-RO-PO-LIS!” in defiance.
Mason (mock applause): "Congratulations on beating the Huntsman… a bodyguard, a hired hand. But me? I’m the crown jewel of this kingdom, the axis the whole world spins around. And you—Negropolis—you’re just a shadow trying to block out the sun."
Polly leans in, playfully tugging on Mason’s jacket sleeve. She takes the mic, her voice singsong and cruel.
Polly Mason (singing taunt, in a mocking nursery-rhyme lilt):
🎵 "Ob-sid-i-an, Ob-sid-i-an, darkness tries to grow…
But against my brother’s power, you’ll be buried in the snow!
MacDougal’s words won’t save you, your Covenant will fall…
For the Beasts and the Champion—will tear you, bones and all!" 🎵
The crowd reacts with a mixture of laughter, boos, and jeers at the humiliating mock song. Flippers waves his flippers angrily in the ring, while MacDougal shouts furiously, pointing at the screen.
Mason (chuckling, leaning back into the camera): "You don’t get me yet, Negropolis. But tomorrow night, on Chill Factor… you can send one of your so-called disciples. Let’s see if they can last a round with me in my ring. Non-title, of course—because I don’t waste my gold on the unworthy."
The Beasts step forward behind him, cracking their knuckles, Beast Master grinning like a predator as he taps his cane against the floor. The menace is palpable.
Mason (with final venom): "And when I’m finished, you’ll learn that the Obsidian Covenant ain’t prophecy, son—it’s fodder for the slaughter."
The screen cuts to black with Mason’s laughter echoing. In the ring, Negropolis seethes, his fists clenching as MacDougal tries to hold him back and Flippers screeches toward the screen. The crowd buzzes, realizing the Covenant’s war with Mason and his monsters has only just begun.
Johnny: “That’s dangerous confidence from the North Pole Champion, Mean Jack Mason. He just belittled Negropolis on the biggest stage, and tomorrow night on Chill Factor, he’s daring one of the Obsidian Covenant’s Disciples to step up! This is going to explode!”
Eddie (grinning ear to ear): “Explode? Johnny, it already did! Did you hear Polly’s little song? Beautiful! She’s got more talent in her pinky than Negropolis has in his entire body. The Masons and the Beasts are a symphony of destruction—and Negropolis is just another bum on the street corner trying to play the kazoo!”
Johnny (firmly): “Well, if Negropolis has anything to say about it, the Covenant might just make Mason eat those words tomorrow night!”
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Representing the Wolf Pack… she is power, precision, and primal fury unleashed… this is the relentless… MOON SHADOW!” | "Ladies and gentlemen… from the heart of Sherwood’s shadows, she rises to reclaim the honor that was stolen from her… standing tall as the avenger of the dark forest… give it up for… MAAAAID… MARIONNNN!" |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A single wolf howl echoes through the arena as a pale blue light bathes the stage. Tribal drums and a dark, synth-heavy track pulse through the speakers as Moon Shadow steps through the mist — draped in a shredded cloak and war paint under her eyes. Her gaze is ice-cold, her stance unshakable. She raises her arms to the crowd and lets out a primal scream, causing the arena to echo with energy. Strong. Unapologetic. Alpha in her own right — and a force within the Pack. | The arena goes dark as the sound of haunting strings and deep war drums fills the air, echoing like a march through an ancient forest. A faint green mist creeps down the ramp as thorny vine patterns crawl across the video screens. Marion emerges slowly, draped in black-and-moss-green gear with a thorn crown glinting under the lights. She pauses, spreading her clawed gloves wide, as the crowd erupts in both awe and cheers. With deliberate, almost ritual-like movements, she walks to the ring, glaring into the crowd with the aura of a protector turned avenger. |
Johnny: “Up next here on Polar Power — the Queen of the North Champion, Moonshadow, making her way to the ring with the Wolf Pack at her side. And Eddie, this is a non-title match, but you know Maid Marion would love to shock the world here tonight.”
Eddie: “Shock the world? Johnny, the only shocking thing will be how fast this ends. Moonshadow is the Queen for a reason — she runs the Pack, she runs this division, and Maid Marion is just another victim.”
Johnny: “Maid Marion, the Dark Forest Avenger, has shown heart ever since arriving in NPCW. She’s not intimidated, not even against the Queen herself.”
Eddie: “She should be intimidated. That’s what happens when you step into the wolf’s den — you get torn apart.”
[Bell rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! Moonshadow wastes no time—front facelock applied, wrenching it in tight, trying to ground Marion!”
Eddie: “Smart strategy — take away the fight before it even starts. Moonshadow doesn’t need long matches to prove she’s the best.”
Johnny: “Marion with a flash counter—Kiss Goodnight Roundhouse Kick! She caught Moonshadow flush on the jaw!”
Eddie: “And Moonshadow didn’t even flinch! She’s still got that grip locked in. That’s power, Johnny, that’s dominance.”
Johnny: “Moonshadow cranking back on the sleeper—Marion’s fading fast—she’s got nowhere to go—she’s tapping out! Maid Marion submits!”
Eddie (smug): “What did I tell you, Johnny? The Queen doesn’t need the title on the line to prove she rules the North. Moonshadow is unstoppable!”
Johnny: “A lightning-fast and decisive win for Moonshadow — the Pack standing tall once again on Polar Power!”
MOONSHADOW DEFEATS MAID MARION VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 2 MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: “Folks, if you’re a future challenger eyeing Moonshadow’s Queen of the North Championship, you better take note. That was as decisive a statement as you’ll ever see — Maid Marion came in with fight, but the Pack’s Queen shut it all down in seconds.”
Eddie: “Future challengers? Ha! They should save themselves the embarrassment. Maid Marion should go back to robbing stagecoaches or playing outlaw in the woods, because in this ring, she doesn’t belong anywhere near Moonshadow.”
Johnny: “Strong words from Eddie, but no denying the message sent here — Moonshadow is as dominant as ever.”
MASTER OF THE DREAMLAND
[VISUAL: A slow fade-in from black. A pale full moon glows through a swirl of fog. The sound of a faint lullaby plays backwards, distorted and ghostly. The camera pans down to reveal The Sandman — the NPCW Northern Lights Champion — standing barefoot in a field of black sand. His long white coat flutters as the wind howls softly around him. The belt glimmers faintly in the moonlight, half-buried in the sand like a forgotten relic.]
SANDMAN (soft, almost whispering):
“Everyone dreams... some of joy, some of glory, some of gold. But dreams… are fragile things. They shimmer for a moment, then slip through your fingers… like sand.”
[He raises a handful of black sand, letting it fall slowly, the grains catching the moonlight like falling stars.]
SANDMAN (now smirking slightly):
“But not my sand. My sand clings to you. It seeps into your eyes, your mind, your soul. You close your eyes to rest—”
(leans closer to camera)
“—and I’m there waiting.”
[The music deepens. Shadows dance around him unnaturally. The scene flickers like a broken dream.]
SANDMAN:
“They call me The Master of Dreams... but I prefer to think of myself as their keeper. I give them shape, color, purpose... and when the dreamers disobey—”
(his tone drops, chillingly calm)
“—I take it all away.”
[He walks through the sand, each step echoing like a drumbeat. The wind howls louder, whispering “Sandman… Sandman…” as he stops before a cracked mirror sticking out of the ground. In the reflection, images flash — fragments of Hansel’s victories, his smiling face, and his hand being raised when he pinned The Sandman months ago.]
SANDMAN (quietly, almost reverently):
“Hansel… the one who awoke before the dream was done. The boy who thought he could escape the slumber.”
[He chuckles, low and unsettling.]
SANDMAN:
“You beat me once, Hansel… the only one to step through the dream and walk away awake. But you should’ve stayed asleep, boy. You should’ve stayed lost in your gingerbread fantasy. Because on Halloween night...”
(he leans close, eyes glowing faintly gold)
“...the Dreamworld opens again. And this time… it will swallow you whole.”
[The screen distorts. His voice echoes from all directions, layered and ethereal.]
SANDMAN (voiceover):
“I am the whisper in the dark when your eyes flutter shut…
I am the shadow that smiles when you start to fall…
I am the nightmare that never ends.”
[The camera cuts back to Sandman holding the Northern Lights Championship, the plates reflecting a swirl of ghostly imagery — Hansel’s face, a ticking clock, and an hourglass bleeding sand.]
SANDMAN (final line, almost a lullaby):
“Sleep tight, Hansel. When the clock strikes midnight… the Sandman comes for you.”
[FADE OUT. The NPCW Polar Power logo flickers briefly — but this time it’s distorted and inverted, the words dripping away like melting candle wax. The faint sound of a music box plays “Rock-a-bye Baby” as the screen fades to black.]
MAIN EVENT 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!” | “Weighing in at a combined 463 pounds of river-bred fury… armed with rope, steel, and righteous vengeance… they are the bane of bloodsuckers and the curse of cryptids… TOM SAWYER and HUCKLEBERRY FINN — THE RIVER REAPERS!” |
| 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. | Starts with a twangy banjo, followed by booming drums and guttural Southern gospel vocals. Sounds like a hymn sung from the edge of a haunted swamp.Dim, flickering lantern lights. Mist spills from the ramp. Huck and Tom stride in with hunting stakes in hand, dragging silver chain nets. One tosses salt over his shoulder. The other spits tobacco juice at the camera. Huck howls. Tom slaps the ramp twice before sprinting to the ring. |
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, the stage is set! This is the NPCW Tag Team Championship on the line — the reigning champions, the Beasts, standing tall with Polly Mason and Marcus the Beastmaster, defending against the challengers, the River Reapers, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer of the Hunter’s Enclave!”
Eddie: “Oh, please, Johnny. These two country bumpkins? They’re lucky to have found the ring at all! The Beasts don’t even need to flex their muscles to take them apart.”
Johnny: “Here we go! Beast 1 and Huck Finn are locking up early — and wait! Polly Mason blows glitter right into Huck Finn’s eyes!”
Eddie: “Ah, now that’s how you fight a weakling, Johnny! One flick of glamour and these Reapers are seeing stars before the bell even rings!”
Johnny: “Huck Finn counters with a Diving Senton — he’s showing some spark despite the glitter — and Beast 1 is tagged out! The Beasts are being pushed right out of the gate!”
Eddie: “Spark? That’s called a lucky fluke! The Beasts are far too methodical to be shaken by a couple of backwoods hacks!”
Johnny: “Beast 2 now in the ring! He hoists Huck Finn for a Gorilla Press — but Huck Finn manages to neutralize it! Smart move by the Reapers!”
Eddie: “Neutralize? Johnny, he barely held on! That’s a blip, nothing more. The Beasts are just warming up!”
Johnny: “Back to Beast 1! A Belly to Belly Suplex connects — and now Huck Finn is on defense for multiple rounds! The intensity is climbing!”
Eddie: “Defense? That’s an understatement. Huck Finn’s getting tossed around like a child’s ragdoll, and don’t think for a second it’s over!”
Johnny: “Wait! Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer team up — double teaming Beast 1! Top Rope Elbow, then a Tope Con Giro! The crowd is going wild as Beast 1 hits the mat!”
Eddie: “Finally, a glimmer of life from the Reapers. But these Beasts, Johnny, they are monsters in tag form — a single mistake and it’s over!”
Johnny: “Beast 1 fights back with a Back Suplex, breaking up the double team, and now we’re seeing all four men in the ring! Each one trading heavy blows — Bodyslams from the Beasts, Back Hand Chop from Huck Finn, Briscoe Crab from Tom Sawyer! Absolute chaos!”
Eddie: “Chaos? No, Johnny, that’s a masterclass from the Beasts. Look at the power! Huck Finn and Sawyer are barely hanging on.”
Johnny: “Huck Finn executes a Uranage! Beast 1 can’t counter! But Beast 2 tags in and delivers a Bodyslam — these champions showing incredible resilience!”
Eddie: “Resilience? More like brute animal instinct. The Beasts thrive on strength, Johnny, and the Reapers are overmatched physically every step of the way.”
Johnny: “Polly Mason now using her hypnotic influence — a Claw at the referee’s face! But the Beasts continue, keeping control in this extremely physical tag team contest!”
Eddie: “And she gets away with it! That’s the beauty of being with the Beasts — rules are optional!”
Johnny: “We’re now deep into the final stretch! Everyone trading double teams and signature moves — Moonsault, Face Slam, Side Headlock, Superkick, Rolling Death Valley Drivers! The intensity is absolutely off the charts!”
Eddie: “Look at Huck Finn trying to land his big moves! Ha! The Beasts shrug it off like gnats, Johnny. He’s got no chance against this kind of raw power.”
Johnny: “Wait! The Reapers hit a Rolling Death Valley Driver on Beast 2 — Beast 2 barely kicks out! The crowd is on their feet — you can feel the energy!”
Eddie: “I told you, Johnny — a fluke at best! These country boys aren’t in the same league!”
Johnny: “Huck Finn goes to the outside — referee counting! He makes it back in at four! The Beasts double team now — big throws, headbutts — and here comes the Moonsault from Beast 1! Spectacular!”
Eddie: “Spectacular for them, Johnny! But let’s see if the Reapers can cheat their way out again. Ha!”
Johnny: “Twenty-five minutes in — Huck Finn executes a Rolling Death Valley Driver on Beast 1 and hooks the leg for the pin!”
Referee Abe: “1…2…3!!!”
Johnny: “Unbelievable! The Reapers have done it! Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer have defeated the Beasts in a shocking upset for the NPCW Tag Team Championships!”
Eddie: “I can’t believe it! This is madness! The Beasts looked off tonight, Johnny — sloppy, unfocused. And yet, somehow, these river rats stumble into gold! I’ll never get over it!”
Johnny: “An historic night here in NPCW! The Beasts, usually ferocious and near unstoppable, looked just a step behind, and the Reapers capitalized! What a main event — and what a shocking result for the Tag Team division!”
HUCK FINN & TOM SAWYER DEFEAT THE BEASTS VIA ROLLING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER AT THE 25-MINUTE MARK
TEASER
“The Banner Unfurled”
Visual: A massive castle door creaks open. As a storm brews, a banner bearing the golden lion and sword sigil of Camelot unfurls in slow motion from the battlements.
Dramatic voice:
“In the darkest winter… hope returns.”
Music rises. Text flashes:
“NEXT WEEK: The Champions of Camelot ARRIVE in NPCW.”
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