Aired - October 4, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[FADE IN]
Golden trumpets blare. The camera swoops across an animated snow-globe version of the Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre. Fireworks explode from the glass dome. The words “CONVERGENCE” burst across the sky in giant diamond lettering.
Narrator (booming voice):
“This November… wrestling history is made at the crossroads of greed and glory!”
[CUT TO – EBENEZER SCROOGE on stage, lit by a thousand spotlights, cane raised like Moses parting the Red Sea.]
Scrooge (shouting, ecstatic):
“BEHOLD! The Eighth Wonder of the World! The Scrooge North Pole Convention Centre — where chandeliers sparkle brighter than your puny dreams! Where glacier water flows freer than your tears after the Dominion leaves you broken!”
[CUT TO – dramatic character shots]
- Victoria Deschamps slamming her fist on a boardroom table.
- Count Vlad, cape flaring in the darkness.
- Donnie B, arms folded, smirking with quiet power.
- Robert Cratchit raising the contract in his hand.
Narrator (quick, hype-man style):
“One night under the banner of NPCW… one night under the fire of HCW! Two nights! Two empires! One destiny!”
[CUT TO – Scrooge in front of an animated theme park map, pointing with his cane like a deranged travel guide.]
Scrooge:
“And did I mention the accommodations? Velvet pillows from Morocco! Golden cutlery imported at my expense! Every fan will dine like royalty — if they can afford the tickets! Which, I assure you… they cannot!”
[Crowd of NPCW/HCW wrestlers shown glaring, unimpressed. Scrooge just grins wider.]
Narrator (exploding with energy):
“Witness crossover clashes never seen before! Men’s and women’s champions collide across borders! Dominion Law vs. Justice! Aristocracy vs. Defiance! A supercard so massive, only two nights can contain it!”
[MONTAGE – wrestlers in action, ring ropes shaking, chairs breaking, spotlights spinning.]
Scrooge (interrupting, furious, waving his cane at the camera):
“BUT DON’T YOU DARE FORGET WHO’S PAYING FOR THIS SPECTACLE! Every cup, every chair, every ticket stub will bear one glorious name: SCROOGE!”
[CUT TO – Count Vlad in shadows, sneering, voice dripping with menace.]
“Your gold will melt, old man. But blood? Blood endures.”
[CUT TO – Victoria Deschamps standing tall, spotlight blazing.]
“This isn’t about Scrooge’s fortune. Or Dominion’s law. This is about justice — for every wrestler, every fan!”
[CUT BACK TO – Scrooge, stomping his cane, screaming over them both.]
“BALDERDASH! It’s about PROFITS! And PROFITS will be had!”
[FINAL MONTAGE – split screen with NPCW’s arena on the left, HCW’s Columbia arena on the right. Crowds roaring, pyros igniting, wrestlers facing off mid-ring.]
Narrator (final hype roar):
“Two nights! Two homes! One legacy! The Convergence Supercard — where greed meets glory, and only one survives!”
[LOGO CRASHES ON SCREEN]
🔥 NPCW / HCW: Convergence 🔥
Live from NPCW Arena & Columbia, South Carolina!
Presented by Scrooge Resorts™ — because history is only worth making if it turns a profit.
Scrooge (last line, cackling):
“And don’t forget to stop by the gift shop!”
[FADE OUT]
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:
- Polar Bears on a rampage destroying the backstage set.
- 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 | The Disciples of Negropolis | VS | Flying Monkeys |
| 2 | Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer | VS | Yukon Trappers |
| 3 | Grim TidingsHans Trapp, Knecht Ruprecht, Belsnickel | VS | Jolly Green, Paul Bunyan, Rapido Rojo |
| 4 | Queens of PunishmentCrimson Viper and Dark Duchess | VS | Beauty and the Beast |
| 5 | Lady Frost | VS | Mother Earth |
| 6 | Mirror Saints | VS | Jolly Elves |
| 7 | Lilith | VS | Furiosa Ardilla |
| Main Event | Sinister Klaus | VS | Lion |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | |||
| Negropolis and the Disciples | Robin Hood | Mean Jack Mason | Sinister Klaus |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
🎶 NPCW Polar Power theme hits – the arena lights flash icy blues and frosty silvers as the camera flies through the packed North Pole Arena.
The camera pans across a wildly excited sold-out crowd, bundled in festive scarves and wrestling merch as snowflake pyro bursts over the entrance stage.
Crowd Shots & Fan Signs:
- Negropolis & Flippers the Penguin: A group of fans in black parkas and skull face paint wave a huge banner reading “THE DAWN OF NEGROPOLIS”, while a kid in a tuxedo penguin onesie holds a sign: “FLIPPERS 4 LIFE!”
- Moonshadow: A shimmering purple glowstick section chants “MOOOON-SHAD-OW!” with cosmic face paint and a sign that sparkles under arena lights: “DARK SIDE WINS TONIGHT!”
- Rudolph: Red LED noses flash across the front row; a massive glitter sign reads “THE TRUE NORTH CHAMP”.
- Kris Kringle: Older fans proudly sport vintage “Kringle’s Return Tour” tees, one homemade sign reading: “THE WATCHER NEVER SLEEPS”.
- Demonic Legion: A pocket of fans in black robes hold glowing red tridents and a chilling sign: “BRING THE NIGHT!”
- Mirror Saints: Twin silver masks bob in unison as fans wave a reflective placard: “SAINTS SAVE US”.
- Mean Jack Mason: A crew of rowdy fans in lumberjack shirts yell “MEAN JACK!” while one heel supporter hoists: “THE REAL NORTH POLE KING!”
- Robin Hood: Fans in dark hoods hold a sign with glittering arrows: “STEAL THE SHOW, ROBIN!”
- Big Bad Wolf: A kid in a fuzzy wolf hoodie bares fake fangs under a poster that reads: “HOWL AT THE TITLE!”
Camera swoops down to the announce desk where the iconic duo is ready.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (warm smile): “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of the NPCW Universe, WELCOME to another icy-hot edition of Polar Power—LIVE right here in the legendary North Pole Arena! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels, and beside me, as always, the eloquent, the extravagant, the man who could talk a snowstorm into submission—The Expert of Elocution, Eddie Ellington!”
Eddie Ellington (rolling his eyes, disgusted): “Johnny, I’d love to share your enthusiasm, but I can already smell trouble in the air—and no, it’s not the hot cocoa. It’s that walking frostbite factory known as Negropolis and his band of bird-brained Disciples. And don’t even get me started on that tuxedoed terror, Flippers the Penguin. I’ve seen friendlier faces on a frozen fish stick.”
Johnny: “Well Eddie, love them or hate them, the big headline tonight is the official in-ring debut of the Disciples of Negropolis! The dark empire grows stronger by the week, and with Flippers lurking at their side, who knows what tricks they’ve brought to the North Pole.”
Eddie: “Tricks? Please. These creeps aren’t clever—they’re parasites. I’ve got more respect for a snowplow than I do for Negropolis. And if the Flying Monkeys can knock those icicles down a peg tonight, I might just buy the whole arena a round of cocoa!”
Johnny: “And how about last week on Chill Factor—when Krampus shocked the world, turning his back on the Dark Dominion’s own Wilbur ‘Terrorfang’ Townsend from HCW! That betrayal sent shockwaves across the entire wrestling world.”
Eddie: (leaning forward, with a sly grin): “Now hold on, Johnny—let’s not lump Krampus in with those other snowbound screwballs. The big guy finally wised up when he sent a message about who rules the NPCW dark to the Dark Dominion, and I say good for him. But Negropolis? That guy’s a holiday fruitcake of freakishness all by himself, and every slice tastes worse than the last. Somebody needs to put him on the naughty list permanently.”
Johnny: “And of course, the biggest shadow over tonight’s festivities—the stranglehold of Mean Jack Mason on the North Pole Title. Everyone wants a piece of the champ, but Eddie, he just keeps finding ways to slither out on top.”
Eddie: “Now that’s a villain I can at least respect, Johnny. Mason may be mean, but he’s a man. Negropolis? He’s a blizzard of bad cologne and bad intentions.”
Johnny: “Let’s talk about what’s on tap for tonight, because this card is STACKED like a Christmas cookie tower!”
📜 Tonight’s Matches
1️⃣ The Disciples of Negropolis vs. The Flying Monkeys – Dark debut of the Disciples!
2️⃣ Huck Finn & Tom Sawyer vs. The Yukon Trappers – Boyhood mischief meets rugged mountain grit!
3️⃣ Grim Tidings (Hans Trapp, Knecht Ruprecht, Belsnickel) vs. Jolly Green, Paul Bunyan, Rapido Rojo – A colossal clash of holiday legends!
4️⃣ Queens of Punishment (Crimson Viper & Dark Duchess) vs. Beauty and the Beast – Royal brutality vs. fairy-tale flair!
5️⃣ Lady Frost vs. Mother Earth – Ice vs. Life in a battle of elemental supremacy!
6️⃣ Mirror Saints vs. The Jolly Elves – Flash and faith collide in tag team brilliance!
7️⃣ Lilith vs. Furiosa Ardilla – The dark goddess against the furious squirrel warrior!
🌟 Main Event – Non-Title Match:
Sinister Klaus (Universal Champion) vs. Lion – A monstrous champion tests the heart of a fearless contender!
Johnny: “And with that incredible lineup ahead of us, it’s time to head to the Commissioner’s Office for tonight’s official welcome and first announcements.”
Eddie: “Let’s hope the Commissioner brought a snow shovel, because between Negropolis and his creepy crew, there’s a lot of garbage that needs clearing out tonight.”
🎥 Camera fades to the Commissioner’s Box feed as the crowd roars.
| 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)
🎥 Camera cuts to the luxurious Commissioner’s Box high above the buzzing North Pole Arena. The glass walls offer a frosty panorama of the roaring crowd below. Inside, holiday opulence clashes with boardroom business—garland-wrapped pillars, a roaring digital fireplace, and a desk buried under paperwork and cocoa mugs.
At the center:
- Commissioner Robert Cratchit sits behind the grand desk, shoulders slightly slumped, his warm but weary face showing the strain of keeping NPCW’s frozen empire balanced.
- To his left, pacing theatrically with a velvet scarf flapping like a cape, Ebeneezer Scrooge, Special Advisor to the Commissioner, waves his cane with dramatic flourishes.
- Standing nearby, arms folded but attentive, Buddy the Elf, acting Director of Rules & Regulations, nods earnestly to every word.
- Beside him, impeccably dressed Ms. Sweetins, Executive GM of the Women’s Division, leans casually on the desk, eyebrow arched, sipping a peppermint latte as if this chaos is her morning routine.
Scrooge (gesturing to an architectural model of the Glacier Plex, eyes sparkling like gold coins): “Picture it, Robert—Night One, the Glacier Plex PACKED to the icicle rafters! Every seat sold, every wallet open! The money, the money! Concessions will overflow, souvenirs will fly, the cash registers will sing sweeter than a caroler in heat!”
Buddy the Elf (clapping like a kid at Christmas): “Ohhh! And we can have candy cane nachos at every stand!”
Ms. Sweetins (dryly): “Yes, Buddy, nothing says wrestling like melted cheese and peppermint.”
Scrooge (ignoring them, eyes narrowing with greedy glee): “Forget nachos—think LUXURY! Think Glacier Plex SKYBOXES, each one a fountain of—ahem—revenue streams! We’ll have dignitaries, celebrities, penguins in tuxedos serving hot toddies! Robert, we will make history! And profits!”
Cratchit (holding up a calm but firm hand): “Now, now, Ebeneezer… let’s not spend the treasury before the match card is even written. The NPCW/HCW Supercard Convergence is indeed shaping up to be something historic, but the booking committee—our representatives—will not be chosen until this Wednesday. There is no guarantee we will be the ones to—”
Scrooge (cutting him off, cane tapping the desk): “Fffthhh! Guarantee? My dear Robert, you are the Commissioner of the North Pole! Of course we—er, you—will be chosen. Who else has the vision? The leadership? The financial acumen?!”
Cratchit (smiling faintly, a touch of mischief in his eyes): “Well, we’ll see what the committee decides, won’t we?”
Ms. Sweetins smirks, turning her head slightly to hide a knowing grin. Buddy bounces in place, oblivious to the political tension.
Cratchit (turning to the camera feed, smoothing his jacket, voice warm but authoritative): “Good evening, NPCW Universe, and welcome to another unforgettable edition of Polar Power. Tonight marks another giant step toward the biggest event in North Pole Championship Wrestling history—our joint venture with HCW for the Supercard Convergence. This Wednesday, the NPCW representatives on the booking committee will be officially selected. Whoever is chosen will help shape a card that promises to unite the wrestling world like never before.”
Scrooge leans in over Cratchit’s shoulder, grinning into the camera.
Scrooge: “And whoever sits on that committee had better have DEEP POCKETS and a flair for spectacle, eh? Ho ho ho, the money, the money—”
Cratchit (gently pushing him back with a patient smile): “—will be carefully managed, as always.
Now, for the second item of business: as work continues on Mr. Scrooge’s ambitious Glacier Plex, the North Pole Arena and NPCW Studios will soon take this show on the road. After tonight, we’ll be traveling throughout October, bringing Polar Power to fans across the globe. Next week we visit the historic Halifax Forum in Nova Scotia, with more stops to follow before our triumphant return here for the November 8th weekend shows.”
Scrooge (throwing his arms wide, practically shouting): “And every ticket sold shall ring like a silver bell in my—ahem—in NPCW’s coffers! Pack your bags, citizens of the North Pole, because we are taking this glacier of greatness to the WORLD!”
Buddy the Elf (beaming): “I call shotgun on the candy cane limo!”
Ms. Sweetins (sipping her latte, murmuring): “Let’s just hope the Glacier Plex has a roof strong enough for Scrooge’s ego.”
Cratchit sighs with a tired but amused smile as the camera slowly pulls back to the roaring crowd.
🎥 Camera swoops from the Commissioner’s Box back to the announce desk. The crowd is buzzing, some fans booing loudly at the mention of Scrooge’s name while others chant “HA-LI-IFAX! HA-LI-IFAX!”
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (grinning, shaking his head): “Well folks, there you have it—Commissioner Cratchit laying out some HUGE news for NPCW. The Supercard Convergence committee selection happens this Wednesday, the road tour kicks off next week in Halifax, and apparently Scrooge is planning to personally sell every ticket himself.”
Eddie Ellington (mock clutching his chest): “Johnny, I’ve never seen a man love money so much he practically smelled it through the camera. I swear I heard the cash register ring every time he said ‘Glacier Plex.’ If Scrooge could bottle his own ego and sell it, the man would own the entire Arctic Circle by next Tuesday.”
Johnny: “You have to admit, Eddie, the Glacier Plex is looking impressive. If it lives up to the hype, NPCW could be heading for one of the biggest events in wrestling history.”
Eddie (smirking): “Oh sure, it’s impressive—if you like arenas that cost more than Santa’s sleigh. But let’s not forget, Johnny, while Scrooge is busy counting penguins and profits, the real action is happening right here in the ring. And tonight, Negropolis and his Disciples are about to find out that no amount of money—or penguins—can save you once that bell rings.”
Johnny (laughing): “Spoken like a man who’s ready for a fight, Eddie. Fans, buckle up—Polar Power Episode 028 rolls on, and the action starts right now!”
🎶 Music hits as the camera cuts to the entrance ramp for the night’s first match.
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… making their way to the ring, accompanied by Negropolis, Ace MacDougal, and their mascot Flippers the Penguin… at a combined weight of 475 pounds… they are the harbingers of shadow and silence… THE DISCIPLES OF NEGROPOLIS!” | “Accompanied by the Queen of Curses herself — the Wicked Witch of OZ — these winged warriors of wickedness descend from the skies to do her bidding… they are the FLYING MONKEYS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights drop into total darkness as a slow, ominous toll of church bells begins. A black-and-white strobe pulses with each chime, and a droning choir builds in the background. The Disciples of Negropolis emerge in synchronized, methodical steps—masked and imposing—flanked by the towering Negropolis, the wild-eyed Ace MacDougal, and the eerie mascot Flippers the Penguin waddling at their side. The crowd rains down cheers, but the Disciples never acknowledge them, staring blankly forward like zealots to their cause. | A haunting remix of “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” begins, slowed down with heavy drums and eerie cackles layered in. The jumbotron flashes green smoke and distorted footage of wings flapping in shadow. As the music builds, three masked men in tattered winged capes and simian-style gear scurry down the ramp, flapping their arms wildly and hooting with unsettling joy. The arena fills with boos and laughter as they leap, roll, and somersault into the ring, crawling around like animals waiting for a command. At the top of the ramp, The Wicked Witch points her broom at them — and the chaos begins. |
Johnny: “Welcome back to the action, folks, and it’s time to kick things off with a chilling debut—The Disciples of Negropolis, flanked by their… uh… unique entourage: Negropolis himself, Ace MacDougal, and yes, the ever-menacing Flippers the Penguin.”
Eddie: “Menacing? Johnny, that bird looks like he just lost a staring contest with a snow cone. I’m rooting for the Flying Monkeys tonight. Finally, a team with some style—and without a tuxedoed waterfowl giving me the creeps.”
Johnny: “Disciple 1 starts things off against Flying Monkey #1, and we are underway!”
Johnny: “Collar and elbow tie-up—Monkey #1 breaks free—BOOT TO THE MIDSECTION! Ohhh, that landed flush!”
Eddie: “Right in the frozen breadbasket! Beautiful! That Disciple didn’t see it coming. Maybe Flippers should’ve quacked a warning.”
Johnny: “Monkey #1 tags in his partner—quick teamwork early on from the Flying Monkeys.”
Johnny: “Disciple 1 fires back—grabs Monkey #2—RING ROPE FACE BURN! Grinding his face right across the top rope!”
Eddie: “Typical! These Disciples couldn’t win a snowball fight without cheating. Someone call a ref—oh wait, we have one. Honest Abe, do your job!”
Johnny: “Both men jockeying for position—Monkey #2 signals to his partner—DOUBLE TEAM ALERT! Flying Smash from #2! Side Headlock from #1!”
Eddie: “That’s how you do it, Johnny! Fast tags, double shots, and a little monkey mayhem! Those Disciples don’t know whether to pray or panic!”
Johnny: “Flying Monkey #1 stays on him—BOOT TO THE MIDSECTION again! But Disciple 1 counters—TOP-ROPE SENTON! What impact!”
Eddie: “Ugh, somebody get a shovel, because that move was uglier than a melted snowman. Keep flapping, Monkeys, don’t let the icicles get the momentum!”
Johnny: “Disciple 1 traps Monkey #2 in the corner—CHOKE IN THE CORNER! Referee Honest Abe with the count—one, two—Disciple breaks at four. He’s pushing the limits.”
Eddie: “Of course he is. They don’t call them the Disciples of Fair Play, Johnny. Someone tell Negropolis this isn’t a back-alley sermon.”
Johnny: “And Disciple 1 tags out—Disciple 2 enters the fray.”
Johnny: “Disciple 2 charges—RUNNING CROSSBODY! But Monkey #2 springs up—FLYING SMASH connects square to the jaw!”
Eddie: “YES! That’s what I’m talking about—double the monkey, double the mayhem!”
Johnny: “Monkey #2 tags his partner back in. The Monkeys keeping fresh bodies in the ring.”
Johnny: “Disciple 2 grabs Monkey #1—wait a minute—he pulls him clean out of the ring! What’s this about?!”
Eddie: “Oh sure, just drag him outside. Maybe Flippers wants to autograph a lawsuit while you’re at it.”
Johnny: “Referee Honest Abe begins the count… 1…2…3… the Flying Monkey is still down… 7…8…9…10! He’s counted out!”
Eddie: “You’ve gotta be kidding me! A count out? That’s how these frozen frauds win their debut? What a disgrace!”
WINNERS: THE DISCIPLES OF NEGROPOLIS DEFEAT THE FLYING MONKEYS VIA COUNTOUT AT THE 7-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: “A controversial debut for the Disciples of Negropolis—victory by count out, thanks to some questionable tactics outside the ring.”
Eddie: “Questionable? Johnny, it was colder than a penguin’s handshake. But don’t worry, Flying Monkeys—revenge is a dish best served frozen!”
THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT
(The lights in the North Pole Arena dim to a cold, obsidian hue. A single spotlight hits the ring where the victors stand tall.)
Johnny: “Folks, this place just took a turn for the eerie. Negropolis has entered the ring, flanked by his Disciples. Ace MacDougal—look at him, dressed head-to-toe in black and white, standing perfectly still with those hands folded. And… yes… Flippers the Penguin is right there at Negropolis’s boots like some kind of frosty sentinel.”
Eddie: “Johnny, that penguin is staring straight into my soul. And I don’t like it. He’s adorable but terrifying—like a snowball with a vendetta.”
(Negropolis raises a gloved hand. The crowd hushes as the microphone touches his lips. His gravelly voice rumbles through the arena speakers.)
Negropolis: “Tonight… you have witnessed the dawn of a new age. I will always be a misfit… but thanks to Mean Jack Mason, the Misfits of Mayhem have been… torn apart.”
(A low, rumbling growl escapes his throat as he lowers his head. The crowd reacts with a mix of boos for Mason and cheers for Negropolis.)
“So I searched far and wide—across frozen wastelands and shadowed corners of this world—for warriors… for believers… for my disciples to help fight the Primal Horde.”
(Negropolis slowly raises an arm and points to the heavy-set Disciple beside him. The man stands motionless, his mask dripping with condensation in the cold air.)
“First… I found my first Disciple.
A man so dirty… so cruel… so consumed by a love of violence that he would make Abdullah the Butcher blush.
A beast whose every breath is a promise of pain.”
(The crowd pops as Disciple 1 clenches his fists and lets out a guttural roar.)
“Then… I found my second Disciple.
A madman so unhinged… so reckless… that he makes Madman Mason himself look sane.
A creature of chaos who brings his pain… from the skies!”
(Disciple 2 leaps onto the middle rope and points upward, eyes wild. The fans chant “HOLY—” before Honest Abe sternly waves for decorum.)
(Negropolis turns slowly, the light catching the glint in his eyes. His voice softens but gains an ominous resonance.)
“And now…
Now that my warriors stand beside me…
I turned to an old friend.
A man of words, a voice of conviction…
A herald to preach the truth of the shadows to all who dare to listen.”
(Negropolis swivels toward the stoic Ace MacDougal. Ace remains perfectly still, his head slightly bowed.)
“I present to you…
the newly ordained…
FATHER ACE MACDOUGAL.
Speaker of the Word of Negropolis…
Harbinger of Destruction.”
(Ace slowly raises his right hand high above his head, his eyes still locked forward.)
Ace MacDougal: “The Bringer of Destruction… shall ride with two Disciples.
Together… they will complete the Great Prophecy…
and the Horde… will… fall.”
(The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers. A haunting organ note echoes faintly through the sound system, punctuating the declaration.)
(Negropolis lowers the microphone and then looks down at the smallest member of his growing army. The camera follows his gaze to Flippers the Penguin, who stands upright, eyes gleaming like tiny obsidian stones.)
Negropolis: “And finally… the mascot of prophecy… the one who will support us through the darkness ahead…
the light… that creates the shadows of our covenant…”
(Flippers tilts his head and glares directly into the hard camera. The crowd audibly “awwws” while simultaneously shivering at the penguin’s adorably fierce stare.)
“This…
is Flippers.”
(Negropolis slowly paces to the center of the ring, his voice rising to a thunderous growl as the arena begins to quake with stomps and claps.)
“Together… we have forged a covenant.
A covenant that promises to bring… DOOM…
to Mason…
and the Primal Horde.
We are the… OBSIDIAN COVENANT!”
(Negropolis throws his arms wide, the Disciples raise their fists, Father Ace lifts his hand skyward, and Flippers lets out a tiny but perfectly timed squawk.)
“AND WE…
ARE THE BRINGERS… OF DOOM!”
Johnny: “Listen to this crowd! They’re actually cheering for this unholy alliance!”
Eddie: “Well, Johnny, when you combine chaos, prophecy, and a penguin with murder in his eyes, you’re bound to get a standing ovation. Mason and the Primal Horde better start digging bunkers—because the Obsidian Covenant just declared war!”
(The lights snap to black, leaving only the echo of the crowd and the faint, eerie squawk of Flippers as the segment fades out.)
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “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!” | “From the unforgiving wilds of the frozen Yukon... armed with cunning, cruelty, and cold-blooded instinct... this is the savage duo known as… THE YUKON TRAPPERS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| 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. | A haunting, gritty country-rock track with deep drum beats and howling winds fills the arena. The screen shows frozen tundras, bear traps snapping shut, and wildlife being hunted. Josh and Lou emerge in tattered fur coats, leather gloves, and weather-beaten hats, dragging chains and mock traps. They glare at the crowd with disdain, pacing slowly to the ring like apex predators stalking prey. |
Johnny: “Welcome back, folks—time for our second bout of the night as the rugged outdoorsmen of the Hunter’s Enclave, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, square off with the burly Yukon Trappers!”
Eddie: “Johnny, this isn’t even fair. The Trappers are real men of the wilderness. Huck and Tom are just kids who read too many adventure books and decided to play dress-up.”
Johnny: “Oh, come on, Eddie. Huck and Tom have proven they can hang with anyone in NPCW. And here we go—Huck Finn starting things off against Yukon Trapper Josh.”
(Bell rings)
Johnny: “Huck circles, quick collar-and-elbow tie-up—OH! Finn with a blistering back hand chop that echoes through the North Pole Arena!”
Eddie: “Yeah, congratulations, Huck. You chopped a guy who wrestles bears before breakfast. Real impressive.”
Johnny: “Josh reels into the corner—Tom Sawyer tagging in—wait, double-team already! Huck hits the ropes—DIVING CORKSCREW SOMERSAULT PLANCHA to the floor!”
Eddie: “Hey ref, maybe count how many people are flying at once! This is supposed to be a tag match, not a lumberjack circus!”
Johnny: “And Tom Sawyer follows it with The Crucible Falcon Arrow—drives Josh hard to the arena floor! Sawyer covers—NO, Josh has rolled to the outside, clutching his ribs!”
Johnny: “Honest Abe begins the count… one… two… Josh is trying to regroup but he’s still down… seven… eight… nine… TEN! He’s OUT!”
Eddie: “What?! A count-out? Come on! Josh was just taking a strategic nap in the snow!”
Johnny: “Strategic or not, it’s over! Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer score a decisive victory over the Yukon Trappers right here in record time!”
HUCK FINN & TOM SAWYER DEFEAT THE YUKON TRAPPERS VIA COUNT-OUT AT THE 2 MINUTE MARK
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Accompanied by Fenwick Grimbough… weighing in at a total combined weight of nine-hundred and sixty-two pounds… the enforcers of Grim Tidings… HANS TRAPP, KNECHT RUPRECHT, AND BELSNICKEL!” | “Ladies and gentlemen… making their way to the ring, a team of legendary strength, size, and speed! First, the towering titan of nature… THE JOLLY GREEN! His partner, the lumberjack of legend… PAUL BUNYAN! And their lightning-quick ally… RAPIDO ROJO! Together, they stand tall as fan favorites, ready for battle!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A thunderous blast of dark choral music and drums shakes the arena as all three monsters march out in formation with Fenwick Grimbough at the center. Hans looms on one side, Ruprecht on the other, and Belsnickel whips the ground in chaotic rhythm. The faction moves like a medieval execution squad come to life, their presence suffocating the arena. | A booming folk-inspired rock anthem kicks in, blending fiddle and electric guitar. Rapido Rojo sprints out first, darting side to side, slapping hands with fans and hyping the crowd with rapid bursts of energy. The lights shift green as the massive Jolly Green strides out, waving a huge leafy banner overhead to thunderous cheers. Then the stage rumbles as Paul Bunyan stomps out with his signature axe prop over his shoulder, nodding confidently to the crowd. The three meet at the ramp, Rojo bouncing around the giants like lightning between trees, and all three raise their arms in unison to a massive crowd reaction before charging to the ring. |
Johnny: “Welcome back to Polar Power—time for six-man mayhem as the sinister Grim Tidings face the folk-hero trio of Jolly Green, Paul Bunyan, and the lightning-fast Rapido Rojo!”
Eddie: “Finally, Johnny, a team with class and menace. Look at Grim Tidings—Hans Trapp, Belsnickel, Knecht Ruprecht—and Fenwick Grimbough at ringside. That’s a holiday nightmare buffet. I love it!”
Johnny: “You would. Jolly Green starting things off with Belsnickel and the crowd is rumbling!”
(Bell rings)
Johnny: “Collar-and-elbow tie-up—Belsnickel swings a roundhouse right—NO! Green catches the arm—SUPLEX! What a display of power to kick this off!”
Eddie: “Fluke. Belsnickel was obviously testing the mat. Everybody knows the Grim Tidings don’t waste their best moves on the opening exchange.”
Johnny: “Belsnickel back up—charges in—POWERSLAM! And Green’s got him locked in a bearhug! He’s squeezing the holiday spirit right out of him!”
Eddie: “Bearhug? Please. Belsnickel has hugged goats that hit harder than this guy.”
Johnny: “Belsnickel breaks free—KNECHT KICK right to the midsection! That’ll slow even the mighty Green!”
Eddie: “That’s the kind of festive violence I can get behind!”
Johnny: “Back and forth they go—Green answers with a crushing uppercut, but Belsnickel lands a flying lariat he calls Ringing the Bell! Both men are down!”
Eddie: “Ring it again! Ring it all night if it keeps these tree-huggers grounded!”
Johnny: “Green powers Belsnickel up for a POWERBOMB! Huge impact! And now the tag—Paul Bunyan enters to a roar!”
Eddie: “Great, the big lumberjack. Somebody hide the arena’s wooden furniture.”
Johnny: “Bunyan charges—airplane spin on Hans Trapp! But Hans counters with an arm bar—now he’s wrenching back—switches into a TORTURE RACK! Bunyan refuses to give!”
Eddie: “Of course he refuses, Johnny—his brain is too small to realize when he’s beaten!”
Johnny: “Back and forth—Bunyan tags back to Jolly Green—Green with a BELLY LAUGH SLAM! Cover—no, Belsnickel survives!”
Eddie: “That’s why Grim Tidings are dangerous. They thrive on punishment!”
Johnny: “Wait a second—double-team from Grim Tidings! Sunset Flip by Belsnickel and a Harvest Reaping running big boot from Hans Trapp! Honest Abe trying to restore order!”
Eddie: “Don’t restore anything, Abe—let the magic happen!”
Johnny: “Belsnickel back in control—POWERSLAM! He hooks the leg—ONE… TWO… THREE! He got him! Belsnickel pins Jolly Green right in the center of the ring!”
Eddie: “Ha! That’s how you deliver grim cheer, Johnny. Grim Tidings just chopped down a giant and made it look easy!”
GRIM TIDINGS DEFEAT JOLLY GREEN, PAUL BUNYAN & RAPIDO ROJO VIA PINFALL (BELSNICKEL PINS JOLLY GREEN AFTER A POWERSLAM) AT THE 13 MINUTE MARK
THE DARK THIEF
(The camera cuts to the interview set. A cold draft seems to follow as the curtains ripple slightly. Smooth Samantha stands center frame, dressed in a sharp winter coat and holding her microphone with trademark poise. Her professional smile softens slightly as the camera pans to reveal Robin Hood standing just outside the light, half his face still painted in the stark black-and-white mask seen in his “Shadows of Sherwood” vignette. He wears a black leather coat with his hood up, the shadow of the cowl making his eyes look even darker.)
Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here, and joining me is a man whose path has taken a dramatic turn since Shadowfall… Robin Hood.”
(Robin slowly steps forward, the faint crunch of his boots echoing. He doesn’t look at Samantha or the camera—his gaze is fixed somewhere distant, like he’s watching ghosts.)
Samantha: “Robin… since Grinch Heyman exposed that photograph of you and Lilith, the Demonic Legion has torn apart everything you once fought for. Maid Marion is gone. The Merry Band is no more. Tonight, people are asking—what drives you now?”
(Robin exhales slowly, his breath visible in the chilled backstage air. His voice is low, measured, almost a growl.)
Robin: “What drives me? The silence after betrayal. The cold after love. I gave everything to honor and friendship. And it all turned to ash the moment Lilith showed her true face.
Honor is dead.
The Band is dead.
What’s left… is the hunt. And the Demonic Legion is my quarry.”
(Samantha swallows, steadying herself under his piercing stare.)
Samantha: “Last week on Chill Factor, you teamed with HCW’s Zac Brown against Krampus and Wilbur Terrorfang Townsend. That match ended in chaos when Krampus turned on Wilbur. What’s your reaction to that shocking betrayal?”
(Robin’s eyes narrow, the faintest hint of a bitter smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.)
Robin: “Chaos is the Legion’s language. Betrayal is their heartbeat. Krampus striking Wilbur wasn’t a surprise—it was a warning. A message.
But messages can be returned.
Krampus… Wilbur… Grinch Heyman… every demon in that nest thinks they understand fear. They don’t.
They haven’t met mine.”
(He leans closer to the microphone now, voice dropping to a near-whisper, the black streaks on his face catching the dim light.)
Robin: “I’m done with merry games. I’m done with mercy. From the first arrow to the last breath, I will haunt the Demonic Legion until the snow runs red. Krampus. Abaddon. Frost. Lilith… Grinch Heyman…
The ghost of Sherwood is coming for you.”
(Robin steps back, pulling his hood lower. He gives Samantha a final, icy glance before turning and walking into the shadows of the hallway. The camera follows for a beat, catching the echo of his boots and the faint flutter of a crow’s caw before cutting back to ringside.)
[End Segment]
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “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!!” | “Ladies and gentlemen… the clash of elegance and savagery… the unstoppable force of fairy-tale beauty and primal might… together they are… BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| 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. | The lights shift between golden sparkles and red primal strobes as Bella and Ursa step out together. Bella waves and twirls while Ursa roars, pounding her chest. Their contrasting auras collide in perfect harmony as they march to the ring, Bella basking in the spotlight while Ursa intimidates anyone near the barricade. |
Johnny: “We are back at ringside, and it’s time for a blockbuster women’s tag team clash—The Queens of Punishment, Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess, with that unpredictable Mad Hatter in their corner, against Beauty and the Beast, Bella Aurelia and Ursa Titania!”
Eddie: “Blockbuster? Please. This is a coronation, Johnny. The Queens don’t just win matches, they redefine cruelty. And with Hatter out there reciting his lunatic poetry, Beauty and the Beast don’t stand a chance!”
Johnny: “Crimson Viper and Bella Aurelia starting things off—two heavy hitters in their own right. Collar and elbow tie-up… and Viper plants Bella with a sitout powerbomb! Early statement from the Queen of Hearts!”
Eddie: “That’s called setting the tone, Johnny. The Queens play chess while everyone else is still learning checkers.”
Johnny: “Bella fires back—running bicycle knee! She caught Viper flush on the jaw!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot. Even a broken clock lands one.”
Johnny: “Viper tags in Dark Duchess, and the Queens immediately go to work—double-team assault! Straight Jacket Choke by the Duchess, and Viper follows with a release German suplex! Bella is getting dismantled!”
Eddie: “This is poetry in motion. The kind that hurts.”
Johnny: “Dark Duchess now with a hurricanrana! Bella is rocked—she needs a tag!”
Eddie: “Needs a vacation, Johnny. Maybe a spa day. Queens don’t just beat you, they exhaust you.”
Johnny: “Here comes Ursa Titania! The powerhouse of Beauty and the Beast storming in—side suplex on the Duchess! The crowd is on their feet!”
Eddie: “Sit down, people. Queens aren’t impressed by basic throws.”
Johnny: “Mad Hatter on the apron—shouting riddles at Honest Abe! But Bella counters the distraction with a Heart Punch! Oh wait—Duchess reverses! Another hurricanrana! Incredible counter wrestling!”
Eddie: “Dark Duchess has more counters than the North Pole gift shop!”
Johnny: “Spade’s Edge Crossface locked in on Ursa Titania! The Beast is in trouble—she’s not tapping, but the damage is mounting!”
Eddie: “She’s stubborn, Johnny, not smart. Big difference.”
Johnny: “Bella and Ursa fight back—double-team offense! Cursebreak Powerbomb from Ursa, Heart Punch from Bella! The Queens are finally on the defensive!”
Eddie: “Defensive? More like letting them feel a little hope before crushing it. Classic strategy.”
Johnny: “Crimson Viper re-enters and hits a Belly-to-Back Suplex on both opponents in quick succession! These Queens are relentless!”
Eddie: “And regal while doing it. That’s important.”
Johnny: “Dark Duchess back in now—Straight Jacket Choke on Ursa Titania again! Ursa trying to power out—no! Duchess transitions seamlessly… hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! That’s it!”
Eddie: “Royal decree delivered, Johnny. The Queens reign supreme once again!”
DARK DUCHESS & CRIMSON VIPER (QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT) DEFEAT BEAUTY & THE BEAST VIA PINFALL AT THE 23-MINUTE MARK AFTER DARK DUCHESS’ STRAIGHT JACKET CHOKE ON URSA TITANIA.
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Cold, cruel, and crowned… the glacial dominator of the Queens of Punishment… LADY FROST… THE SNOW QUEEN!” | “From the heart of nature’s power… the protector of life and balance… she is grace, strength, and fury all in one… this is the guardian of the grove… MOOOOOTHER EAAAAARTH!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena chills as a haunting winter melody echoes through the sound system. Snowflakes fall from the rafters, and Lady Frost appears in a shimmering icy-blue cloak and crystal tiara. She walks with elegance and disdain, extending her arms like a frozen goddess as The Mad Hatter tiptoes behind her, shielding himself with a tiny umbrella from the "snow." | Soft flute melodies mix with tribal drums and ambient nature sounds as green and golden lights dance across the arena. Flower petals fall from above as Mother Earth emerges, cloaked in flowing green and gold robes. Her presence is serene yet commanding. As she walks down the ramp, she extends her hands to the crowd—children and fans alike reach out, touched by her warmth. Her expression is calm, yet her eyes burn with quiet determination. When she enters the ring, she raises her arms, and vines seem to swirl across the tron behind her in a blooming display. |
Johnny: “Welcome back folks—our next contest pits the icy precision of Lady Frost against the raw, natural power of Mother Earth! The Snow Queen has the ever-chaotic Mad Hatter at ringside, which always spells trouble.”
Eddie: “Trouble? That’s called strategy, Johnny. Lady Frost doesn’t need help, but having a mad genius in your corner is like adding extra frost to an already perfect snowflake.”
Johnny: “There’s the bell and we’re underway—both women lock up! Knife-edge chops by Lady Frost—sharp and echoing through the arena!”
Eddie: “That’s the sound of Mother Nature getting a reality check.”
Johnny: “Mother Earth answers back with a spear! She nearly cut Frost in half!”
Eddie: “Temporary fluke. The Snow Queen doesn’t melt that easy.”
Johnny: “Wheelbarrow facebuster by Lady Frost! She’s bringing the fight right back to the Earth Mother!”
Eddie: “That’s what happens when you spend too much time hugging trees—you forget to protect your face.”
Johnny: “Mad Hatter reaching for the teapot—oh come on! He just flung hot tea toward Mother Earth!”
Eddie: “Hydration is important, Johnny. She should be grateful!”
Johnny: “Mother Earth shakes it off and drives Frost down with another spear! Honest Abe warning the Hatter but the damage might be done!”
Johnny: “Swinging neckbreaker by Lady Frost! Cover—ONE… TWO… Mother Earth kicks out!”
Eddie: “I told you, Johnny. Frost can chill anyone’s momentum.”
Johnny: “Mother Earth with a huge double chickenwing facebuster! Frost is rocked!”
Eddie: “That’s desperation, not dominance. Even weeds fight back when you mow them.”
Johnny: “Ice Cutter by Lady Frost! What impact!”
Eddie: “That’s the cold, hard truth slamming you into the mat.”
Johnny: “Somersault senton from Lady Frost! And now—Mother Earth turns and attacks Mad Hatter! She’s had enough of his antics!”
Eddie: “Hey! That’s an innocent poet, Johnny! Somebody call the literary police!”
Johnny: “With Hatter neutralized for the moment, Mother Earth is surging—forearm smash! Another spear! She’s on fire!”
Eddie: “More like a campfire—cute, but Frost is about to put it out.”
Johnny: “Lady Frost regains control—Wheelbarrow Facebuster again! Knife-edge chops lighting up Mother Earth’s chest!”
Eddie: “That’s the Snow Queen reminding everyone why she rules the season.”
Johnny: “Mother Earth responds with a Double Chickenwing Facebuster! Frost barely survives!”
Eddie: “Barely? Please. She’s letting Mother Earth tire herself out.”
Johnny: “Another exchange—Lady Frost with a Bridging Figure Eight Leglock! She’s got it cinched in tight! Center of the ring!”
Eddie: “Tap or snap, Johnny! The planet is about to freeze over!”
Johnny: “Mother Earth struggling—she’s got nowhere to go—SHE TAPS! Mother Earth submits to the Bridging Figure Eight Leglock!”
Eddie: “The Snow Queen reigns supreme! Another victory for the Queens of Punishment!”
LADY FROST DEFEATS MOTHER EARTH VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 14-MINUTE MARK WITH A BRIDGING FIGURE EIGHT LEGLOCK.
MEAN JACK
The camera cuts to the NPCW backstage interview zone. Smooth Samantha stands poised with a warm smile, microphone in hand, as the crowd can be heard buzzing faintly from the arena beyond. Suddenly, the sound of heavy boots and wild cackling echoes down the hallway. Mean Jack Mason storms into frame, black leather coat half-buttoned, his North Pole Championship draped arrogantly over one shoulder. Beside him, the unpredictable Polly Mason twirls in a snow-white faux-fur coat, a candy-striped umbrella spinning like a hypnotic wheel. Jack’s cold grin and Polly’s wild eyes immediately pull all the oxygen out of the room.
Samantha (smiling, professional): "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the reigning North Pole Champion, Mean Jack Mason—and of course, his sister and manager, the unpredictable Polly Mason. Jack, Polly, thank you for joining me tonight."
Jack (smirking, cutting her off): "Hold it right there, Smooth Sam. Don’t thank me. The people of the North Pole oughta thank their lucky frozen stars every single day that Mean Jack Mason even bothers to show up in this icebox of a company. Because when I’m here—business gets real, titles matter, and the entire roster remembers exactly who runs this frozen wasteland."
(He taps the North Pole Championship plate with his palm—CLANG—letting the microphone catch every metallic echo.)
Samantha: "Jack, tonight there’s been a lot of talk about Negropolis and the Obsidian Covenant making waves lately. Many are calling them one of the most dangerous forces in NPCW. Your thoughts?"
Jack (laughs hard, almost wheezing):"Negropolis? Dangerous? HA! The only dangerous thing about that bargain-bin goth parade is the amount of eyeliner they spill backstage. The Obsidian Covenant wants to play spooky? Please. I’ve seen scarier snowmen in a strip-mall window. And hey—Zack Commando Brown from HCW? Now there’s a scary guy, right? Big bad Zack, the so-called wrecking ball who drinks battery acid for breakfast. Ooooh, terrifying."
(Jack leans closer to the camera, smirking.)
"Give me a break. Compared to ol’ Zack, Negropolis is an insignificant flea—and Zack himself? He’s just a flea with a slightly louder bark. None of ‘em can bite the wolf standing right here."
Polly (grinning, sing-song): "Little fleas in their dark city, buzzing buzzing, oh so pretty…"
(She twirls her umbrella like a conductor’s baton, giggling madly.)
Samantha (steadies herself): "But Jack, in a few weeks the Convergence event looms large. Rumors swirl that the so-called 'heroes' of NPCW are preparing to stand against the Dark Dominion and Vlad himself. How do you see that playing out?"
Jack (his smirk fades into a low, ominous growl): "Convergence, huh? Let me tell you somethin’, Samantha. Those shiny little 'heroes'—Rudolph, Lion, Robin Hood, all those candy-cane crusaders—they better lace those boots tight. Because Vlad and the Dark Dominion? They’re not just wrestlers. They’re a storm. They’re a plague. They’re the midnight sun that never rises. They are the true eternal dark night coming to swallow NPCW whole. And when that night falls… even the so-called guiding light? Extinguished. Gone. And Mean Jack Mason will be right there, standing in the pitch black, grinning while the so-called heroes cry out for a dawn that’ll never come."
(The crowd watching on the big screen audibly reacts with a nervous, uneasy rumble.)
Samantha (nodding carefully): "Strong words, Jack. But speaking of standing tall—you are the current North Pole Champion. How do you feel about the prestige of your title compared to the Universal Championship, which many consider the top prize in NPCW?"
Jack (eyes narrow, voice dripping venom): "Considered by who? Some pencil-pushing exec in a candy-cane suit? This—" (he lifts the North Pole Title high, letting the lights gleam across its ancient etchings) "—this belt is the heartbeat of NPCW. This is the championship that traces back to the days of St. Nicholas himself. This is the legacy of Christmas WARFARE, of snow-stained glory, of every elf, yeti, and warrior that bled for this frozen kingdom. And yet… I’m supposed to smile while some paper-thin 'Universal' Championship gets paraded around like it’s the crown jewel? Why? Because that red-nosed reindeer clown Rudolph couldn’t even beat a clone of the fat jolly fool who started it all?"
(Jack leans in toward the camera, eyes cold and cutting.)
"Let me make this crystal clear: the North Pole Championship isn’t just a title. It’s the title. And maybe… just maybe… it’s time for Mean Jack Mason to walk into that so-called Universal division, find Sinister Klaus, and remind him—and every candy-cane suit upstairs—what real championship glory looks like. Maybe it’s time to drag the Universal belt into the snow and bury it, while this one shines like the only star in a dead night."
(Polly suddenly leaps forward, nearly knocking the mic from Samantha’s hand. She points her umbrella at the camera, eyes wild, and breaks into an eerie, singsong melody.)
Polly (singing, mockingly sweet):
🎵 “Oh Sinister Klaus, with your belt so wide,
You prance like power’s on your side.
Universal champ? That’s cute, I guess—
But Jack’s the one who brings the mess.
You wear your gold like Santa’s pride,
But Jack’s the storm you cannot ride.
North Pole steel, frostbitten flame—
He breaks the bones, you play the game.
Your sleigh’s a stage, your beard’s a bluff,
Your title reign? Not strong enough.
Jack’s belt is carved from ice and pain—
Yours? Just glitter in a candy cane.
So ho-ho-no, your time is done,
The Masons rise, the war’s begun.
You’re just a myth, a holiday ghost—
Jack’s the champ they fear the most.
So deck the halls and dim the lights,
The Beasts are coming for your rights.
And when Jack roars, the snow will shake—
Your Universal dream will break.”🎵
(She finishes with a manic laugh, twirling in place while Jack throws his head back and lets out a mean, echoing chuckle of his own.)
Jack (grinning at the camera): "Message delivered. Dark night’s coming, Samantha. And when it falls… Mean Jack Mason will be the only name worth whispering in the dark."
(He slings the North Pole Championship back over his shoulder, throws a mock salute, and storms off with Polly skipping wildly behind, still humming her sinister nursery rhyme. Samantha watches them go, eyes wide as the camera fades back to the arena.)
MATCH 6 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Accompanied by Elyra Moane... at a combined weight of 479 pounds... disciples of deception, masters of the mirrored lie… this is… THE MIRROR SAINTS!” | “From Santa’s Secret Dojo at the North Pole… at a combined weight of 320 pounds of holly-jolly havoc… they are the candy-coated chaos of Christmas… give it up for MERRY… and JINGLE… THE JOLLY ELVES!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Entrance Theme: Gregorian chants woven into a dark ambient industrial score (think Dead Can Dance meets Wardruna meets Nine Inch Nails instrumental).Lights dim. Chanting echoes through the arena. Pale blue and crimson lights swirl as fog creeps in. Vael enters first, gliding with ritualistic precision, followed by Sorin, who walks slowly, arms out like a preacher. They stand still at the top of the ramp until Elyra Moane appears behind them, whispering something only they hear. Then they descend the ramp together, like priests heading to a sacrificial rite. | Upbeat orchestral holiday rock explodes through the arena with sleigh bells jingling in rhythm. Green and red lights twinkle in rapid sequence as Merry bursts onto the stage throwing candy into the crowd, while Jingle rides a mini sleigh down the ramp, waving to fans with gleeful energy. Snow machines blast as they bounce around ringside, tagging fans and striking overly dramatic flex poses. The crowd absolutely eats it up, chanting "HO HO HUSTLE!" |
Johnny: “We are set for tag team action—The enigmatic Mirror Saints, Sorin Savax and Vael Thorne, accompanied by the ever-mysterious Elyra Moane, against the cheerful challengers, Jingle and Merry, the Jolly Elves!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny. The only thing jolly about these Elves is how much joy they give the Saints when they get beaten. Sorin and Vael are artists—this is going to be a masterpiece of pain.”
Johnny: “There’s the bell and—whoa! All four are in the ring right away! It’s a pier-six brawl!”
Eddie: “That’s the Saints saying ‘Welcome to reality, little helpers!’”
Johnny: “Sorin connects with a Spinning Back Kick on Jingle—Vael snatches Merry with that Owari Death Clutch Dragon Sleeper!”
Eddie: “Beautiful double-team precision. Compare that to the Elves’… what, flailing snowballs?”
Johnny: “But here come the Elves fighting back—Jingle launches Tinsel Time flying clothesline, Merry firing away with Elfin Fury punches!”
Eddie: “Lucky shots, Johnny. Even a broken candy cane hits once in a while.”
Johnny: “Order restored, Sorin stays in with Jingle. Elyra up on the apron—she’s whispering something to Jingle!”
Eddie: “That’s strategy. Elyra’s words are like poetry, and poetry hurts.”
Johnny: “Sorin takes advantage—Powerbomb! He covers—one, two—no! Jingle kicks out!”
Eddie: “Slow count by Honest Abe. Maybe the beard is clogging his vision.”
Johnny: “Jingle makes the tag to Merry! But Sorin is relentless—another Whisper distraction from Elyra—Sorin drops Jingle with a Spinning Back Kick again! Cover! One, two—kick out!”
Eddie: “This is a clinic, Johnny. The Elves are being shown the mirror—and they don’t like what they see.”
Johnny: “Merry finally catches Sorin—Jingle All The Way double dropkick! Sorin goes down!”
Eddie: “That was a cheap shot. Probably dipped their boots in hot cocoa for extra sting.”
Johnny: “Both men tag! Fresh Vael Thorne against Jingle—Jingle tries the Elfin Cutter but Vael neutralizes it!”
Eddie: “That’s why they call him the Technician of Twilight, Johnny. He reads opponents like yesterday’s Christmas cards.”
Johnny: “Jingle fires back—Ring the Bell atomic drop! Vael felt that one!”
Eddie: “Even a masterpiece needs a little touch-up. He’s fine.”
Johnny: “Merry back in—Elfin Dazzle cartwheel catches Sorin off guard!”
Eddie: “Enjoy it while it lasts, candy cane breath. The Saints are inevitable.”
Johnny: “Vael returns—Elyra with that silver microphone! She just nailed Jingle behind the ref’s back!”
Eddie: “Maybe she was just adjusting the sound system, Johnny. Accidents happen.”
Johnny: “Vael with a Saito Suplex! Jingle rolls through—Small Package! One, two—no!”
Eddie: “Close only counts in snowball fights and reindeer games, not in the Saints’ ring.”
Johnny: “Elyra distracts again—Vael with a Bridging German Suplex on Merry! ONE! TWO! THREE! He got him!”
Eddie: “Like I said, Johnny—inevitable! The Mirror Saints remain flawless!”
MIRROR SAINTS (SORIN SAVAX & VAEL THORNE W/ ELYRA MOANE) DEFEAT JOLLY ELVES (JINGLE & MERRY) VIA PINFALL AT THE 13-MINUTE MARK WHEN VAEL THORNE PINNED MERRY WITH A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX.
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “She is the siren of sin… the Demoness Queen of the Legion… weighing in at 165 pounds… this is the WICKED and POWERFUL... LILITH!” | “She’s fierce, fearless, and faster than a falling leaf — representing the proud lucha tradition and redefining flight — she is FURIOOOSAAA… ARDILLAAA!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Smoke billows across the stage as seductive, eerie music pulses with a dark heartbeat. Lilith steps out with confident allure, her crimson and black bodysuit shimmering. She smiles wickedly, her eyes glinting, as the crowd boos and Krampus’s shadow looms behind her. | High-energy reggaetón fused with mariachi horns kicks in as Furiosa Ardilla flips onto the ramp in her sparkling pink-and-bronze gear. Her luchadora mask features stylized squirrel ears, and her cape flares like glider wings as she poses and points to the crowd. She does a fast-paced cartwheel combo down the ramp before sliding into the ring with a confident nod to the fans — fierce, agile, and ready for action. |
Johnny: “Fans, it’s time for our next bout—Lilith of the Demonic Legion is in the ring with that ever-smirking Grinch Heyman by her side, set to face the fearless Furiosa Ardilla!”
Eddie: “Fearless? Please. Furiosa is about to find out why Lilith is the true queen of darkness. This is going to be quick, Johnny—like taking candy from a chipmunk.”
Johnny: “There’s the bell—AND LILITH STRIKES IMMEDIATELY! Demon’s Embrace! She’s got that Code of Silence locked in tight!”
Eddie: “Look at that technique! The way she cinches it in—this is a masterclass in cruelty, Johnny. I love it!”
Johnny: “Furiosa is fighting, trying to claw her way out—but Lilith is wrenching back with every ounce of malice!”
Eddie: “Tap or nap, Furiosa. Either way, your night ends in embarrassment.”
Johnny: “Honest Abe is checking—Furiosa is fading—AND SHE TAPS OUT! It’s over in a flash!”
Eddie: “I told you, Johnny. Lilith doesn’t waste time. She’s not here for fairy tales—she’s here to take back gold.”
Johnny: “Lilith isn’t done—Grinch Heyman handing her a mic. What now?”
Lilith (on mic): “Moonshadow, you little mutt… this will be you when I take my title back.”
Johnny: “Oh come on—Lilith just kicked the fallen Furiosa for good measure!”
Eddie: “That’s a message, Johnny. A beautifully violent love letter to Moonshadow. Consider it… special delivery from the Demonic Legion.”
Johnny: “Lilith and Heyman leaving with sinister smiles. What a statement here tonight.”
LILITH (WITH GRINCH HEYMAN) DEFEATS FURIOSA ARDILLA VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 1-MINUTE MARK WITH THE DEMON’S EMBRACE (CODE OF SILENCE).
GRIM TIDINGS FROM SINISTER KLAUS
(The camera cuts to the frosted NPCW interview set—blue-and-silver lights gleaming like a frozen palace. Smooth Samantha stands poised with her trademark warm-but-professional smile, microphone in hand. Next to her looms Sinister Klaus, the Universal Champion, his coal-black shades hiding cold, calculating eyes beneath the brim of his fur-lined hooded coat. The massive championship belt gleams across his chest like a slab of frozen gold. Behind him paces Fenwick Grimbough, the wiry ex-elf turned scheming manager, rubbing his gloved hands together like a conniving gremlin.)
Smooth Samantha: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the Universal Champion Sinister Klaus, along with his manager Fenwick Grimbough. In just moments, Klaus, you face Lion of the Wizard’s Warriors in our non-title main event. Lion’s been vocal all week about proving he belongs in the ring with you. Your thoughts before this clash?”
(Klaus slowly tilts his head toward Samantha, then lowers his shades just enough to reveal an icy smirk.)
Sinister Klaus (low, gravelly drawl): “Belongs in the ring with me? Samantha, let’s get one thing straight. Lion doesn’t belong anywhere near my spotlight. This is the Universal Champion’s domain—my North Pole. Lion’s a nice little fairy-tale hero, all shiny hair and noble speeches, but he’s stepping into a nightmare tonight. When that bell rings, he’s not facing a Wizard’s Warrior… he’s standing across from the Harbinger of Eternal Winter. And when the snowstorm hits, heroes get buried.”
(Klaus slowly pats the faceplate of his belt, the cold steel glinting under the lights.)
Sinister Klaus: “This—this title right here—isn’t just a belt. It’s a throne. And to sit on this throne, you don’t need courage or honor… you need power, fear, and a heart black enough to rule the endless night. Lion has none of that. He’s stepping into my blizzard, and tonight, he’s gonna find out that winter… doesn’t care about fairy tales.”
(Fenwick cackles, stepping into the frame and wagging a finger at the camera.)
Fenwick Grimbough: “You tell ‘em, Boss! Lion’s gonna wish he stayed in the Wizard’s treehouse once Sinister Klaus turns him into a frozen throw rug! HA!”
(Samantha steadies the mic, her expression sharpening.)
Smooth Samantha: “Strong words, Champion. But earlier tonight, Mean Jack Mason had some choice comments about you and this Universal Title. He questioned its prestige, calling it a ‘paper championship’ compared to his North Pole Title, and even hinted that maybe the two of you should meet to settle it. How do you respond?”
(Klaus pulls down his shades completely now, eyes burning like twin shards of midnight ice. He leans in toward the camera, voice dripping venom.)
Sinister Klaus: “Jack Mason… the self-proclaimed Mean man of the North Pole. Always running his mouth, always begging for attention like a spoiled child shaking an empty gift box. Jack wants to talk about prestige? Jack wants to talk about history? Listen here, you bourbon-soaked blizzard reject… this belt is the Universal Championship. Universal. It doesn’t just rule the North Pole. It rules everywhere. While Mason’s been parading around with his antique Christmas relic, I’ve been carving a legacy in ice so cold it’ll never melt.”
(Klaus points directly into the camera lens, his voice rising into a dangerous snarl.)
Sinister Klaus: “Jack, you say the Universal Title is a paper crown? Then why do you keep looking up at me? Why does every so-called hero in this company measure themselves against my reign? Because deep down, Mason, you know the truth. Your North Pole Title is a stocking stuffer. This… is the main event. And if you want to test that theory, if you really want to step into my winter kingdom, I’ll be more than happy to watch you freeze.”
(Fenwick slides in front of Klaus, cackling like a mad elf.)
Fenwick Grimbough: “Ooooh-ho-ho! Careful what you wish for, Jackie-boy! The Grinch of Glory and the King of Cold don’t play nice. You call this belt paper? Klaus will fold you up and gift-wrap you in your own regret!”
(Klaus slowly raises the Universal Title high, letting the lights reflect like a glacier.)
Sinister Klaus (cold, deliberate): “Tonight, Lion gets a taste of the storm. And Jack Mason? Keep talking. Because when I’m done with the fairy tale hero… maybe I’ll come for you next. And when I do, you’ll learn what real prestige feels like—when it freezes the blood in your veins.”
(Klaus lowers the belt, slides his shades back into place, and steps off camera with Fenwick close behind, laughing maniacally as the frosty tension lingers in the air.)
Smooth Samantha (steady but tense): “Sinister Klaus, ladies and gentlemen… the Universal Champion is clearly ready to bring the cold tonight. Back to you at ringside.”
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the frozen wastes beyond mercy... weighing in at 327 pounds of fearsome frost and wrath... he is the bringer of reckoning, the punisher of the naughty... this is no jolly myth—this is Sinister Klaus!” | “He is the roar of courage, the warrior king of Oz… standing tall with the heart of a lion—make way for… THE BRAAAAAVE… LIIIIIIION!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A cold blue mist floods the stage as a low, ominous bell tolls, and a blizzard-like fog coils across the ramp. The arena falls into total darkness. A warped, industrial-metal version of a twisted Christmas anthem explodes through the speakers—chains clanging, sleigh bells distorted, ghostly whispers echoing. A guttural "HO... HO... HO..." rumbles as a black iron chariot slowly emerges, pulled by four corrupted reindeer in war armor. Riding atop is Sinister Klaus—a towering specter in black and crimson, arms crossed, beard like a battle flag, eyes like frozen fire. He steps down from the chariot, dragging a rusted sack behind him, and marches to the ring with judgment in every step—unbothered by the crowd's terror. | A booming tribal war-drum anthem kicks in, layered with roars and triumphant horns. A golden spotlight sweeps the entrance as THE BRAVE LION steps out in a regal fur-lined cloak and lion-emblazoned gear. He beats his chest and lets out a mighty roar to rally the crowd, who chant back in unison. Fire bursts light the stage as he charges to the ring, fearless and proud. |
Johnny: “Here we go, fans—our main event of the evening! It’s a non-title clash, but the stakes are still huge: the unstoppable Sinister Klaus against the courageous Lion of the Wizard’s Warriors!”
Eddie: “Huge? Please. Lion’s about to get wrapped up like a cheap present and mailed back to whatever fantasy book he crawled out of. Klaus doesn’t need the title on the line to ruin someone’s night.”
Johnny: “The bell sounds and both men lock up— Lion takes advantage—he throws Klaus right out of the ring!”
Eddie: “Hey, that’s illegal! You can’t just throw Christmas out the window like that!”
Johnny: OH, but Fenwick Grimbough is already on the apron!”
Eddie: “He’s just making sure the rulebook is properly enforced, Johnny. Somebody’s got to keep things fair.”
Johnny: “Wait a minute—Fenwick just swung that rulebook—and he accidentally clocks referee Honest Abe!”
Eddie: “What? No! That was…uh…an enthusiastic page-turning gone wrong!”
Johnny: “But here comes the call—Honest Abe is shaking the cobwebs, and he’s signaling for the bell!”
Eddie: “No, no, no—you can’t disqualify the champion for a little… accidental literature!”
Johnny: “That’s exactly what’s happening—Fenwick’s interference has cost Sinister Klaus the match!”
Johnny: “Lion gets the victory tonight by disqualification! He may not have earned a title shot yet, but he’s proven he can hang with the Grim Tidings juggernaut!”
Eddie: “Please. Lion didn’t win anything. Klaus is still the Universal Champion and still terrifying. All Lion gets is a cheap DQ and maybe a fruitcake for his troubles.”
Johnny: “Hold on—someone’s coming out on the ramp… it’s MEAN JACK MASON!”
Eddie: “Oh great, now the human hurricane of bad manners shows up.”
Johnny: “Mason is taunting Sinister Klaus from the stage—pointing right at Klaus and laughing after this shocking disqualification!”
Eddie: “Laugh while you can, Mason. Klaus doesn’t forget, and Grim Tidings always collects.”
Johnny: “The Universal Champion looks furious as Grim Tidings regroup at ringside. What a chaotic ending to Polar Power tonight!”
LION DEFEATS SINISTER KLAUS VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 1-MINUTE MARK DUE TO FENWICK GRIMBOUGH’S INTERFERENCE (NON-TITLE MATCH).
TEASER
“Knights Rise”
Visual: Rapid cuts of boots marching across stone, swords clashing in training, a shield catching fire then being extinguished with snow. Three hands grip hilts and raise them high.
Voiceover (deep, united):
“For Camelot. For honor. For the realm.”
Text on screen:
“The Knights are ready.”
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Zack Brown said he will have a response to Mason soon.
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