Aired - October 18, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
[Opening Shot: Lightning cracks across a dark, frozen sky. The camera swoops down over the North Pole Arena draped in eerie Halloween decorations — jack-o’-lanterns glowing against the snow.]
🎙️ Announcer (dark, booming voice):
“This Halloween… the chills won’t just come from the cold… they’ll come from the CARNAGE!”
[Quick cuts of wrestlers in action — Big Bad Wolf howling, Krampus slamming opponents, the steel Hell in a Cell lowering with sparks flying.]
🎙️ Announcer:
“NPCW presents… Polar Power 032: HALLOWEEN HORROR!
Eight supercard matches! Five titles on the line! And the deadliest stipulations in NPCW history!”
[Clips hit rapid-fire as the announcer calls them out.]
- Big Bad Wolf vs Krampus – “THE BATTLE OF THE ALPHAS in a DOUBLE HELL DEATHMATCH!”
- Sinister Klaus vs Van Helsing – “when monster and hunter finally collide!”
- Robin Hood vs Abaddon – “A REVENGE MATCH inside a HELL IN A CELL!”
[Tag team chaos shown.]
- “The Blonde Bombshells defend the North Star Tag Titles against the sinister Grimm Sisters!”
- “Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer put the NPCW Tag Team Titles on the line against the savage Beasts!”
[Sandman cracks a bull rope across the ring’s mat.]
- “Sandman defends the Northern Lights Championship in a TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH against Hansel!”
[A chilling shot of Moonshadow staring down Lilith inside the Cell.]
- “Moonshadow battles Lilith for the Queen of the North Title… in HELL IN A CELL!”
[The lights go red. Rudolph, snarling, stares down Mean Jack Mason holding the belt high.]
- “And in the MAIN EVENT… Mean Jack Mason defends the North Pole Championship against Rudolph… inside the Cell of Nightmares!”
[Montage: the crowd roaring, cages crashing shut, bodies flying into the steel. Flames, snow, and screams layered together.]
🎙️ Announcer (crescendo, thunder rolling):
“This Halloween, there’s no trick… only TORTURE!
Polar Power 032: HALLOWEEN HORROR — October 31st, live on NPCW!”
[Final shot: A jack-o’-lantern cracks open to reveal the glowing NPCW logo, blood-red against the ice.]
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:
- Mean Jack Mason raising the North Pole Title in victory after defeating Rudolph at Wrestlefest.
- 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 …
INTRODUCING CAMELOT
The show opens with the sweeping Polar Power montage — the snow-covered NPCW logo gleaming like carved ice. A narrator’s voice echoes:
“From the frozen north to the fiery heart of competition… this is Polar Power! Where legends are born, heroes fall, and destiny is written in the cold.”
Fireworks explode across the rafters of Toronto’s Maple Crown Arena, a sellout crowd waving flags and glowing ice-blue lights. The camera pans over excited fans — kids in Santa Claus beanies, fans in Sinister Klaus masks, and a rowdy group holding up a massive banner:
“THE KINGDOM HAS COME – CAMELOT RISES TONIGHT!”
The arena lights dim. Snow begins to fall from the rafters — shimmering silver flakes that sparkle in the blue-white glow. A choir-like instrumental swells — ancient, Celtic, and triumphant. A massive sword appears on the TitanTron, plunged into a frozen stone. Lightning cracks.
A booming voice echoes:
“When the world grows cold… and the light of honor fades… they shall rise once more — the Champions of Camelot!”
The music hits — a soaring orchestral-rock theme (think Two Steps From Hell meets “O Fortuna”).
🔮 Merlin’s Introduction
[Merlin steps onto the stage first, staff in hand, eyes glowing faintly under the hood of a silver robe. His voice carries through the mic with calm power.]
Merlin:
“For too long, shadows have crept across these hallowed halls of battle. Darkness, deceit, and dishonor have festered in the hearts of men. But tonight… tonight, destiny stirs once again!”
He raises his staff — a beam of light strikes the stage.
“From the mists of legend… from the heart of Avalon itself… I summon forth the knights of the new age!”
⚔️ One by One, the Heroes Arrive
🔥 Sir Gawain and Sir Galahad (The Virtuous Blades) emerge first — matching armor-inspired ring gear with Celtic etchings. They strike synchronized poses, blades raised, as white flames shoot from the stage sides.
Merlin:
“The twin flames of virtue and valor — Sir Gawain and Sir Galahad… The Virtuous Blades!”
💫 Lady Guinevere follows, wearing regal battle armor trimmed in sapphire and gold, a flowing cape trailing behind. She raises her hand to the crowd as snow swirls around her.
Merlin:
“The heart of Camelot… the Queen of Courage and Grace… Lady Guinevere!”
⚔️ Sir Lancelot enters next to a roaring cheer, striking his sword against his shield as his pyro bursts in silver and blue.
Merlin:
“The peerless knight — bold, unbroken, and true! Sir Lancelot of the Lake!”
Finally — King Arthur appears, golden light spilling down the ramp as his silhouette emerges with Excalibur raised high. The crowd erupts.
Merlin (thunderously):
“And now… the Once and Future King! The rightful ruler of honor, the bearer of Excalibur — King Arthur!”
The group assembles center ring — forming a perfect circle around Merlin, swords raised in salute. The crowd chants:
“CAME-LOT! CAME-LOT! CAME-LOT!”
👑 King Arthur’s Promo
King Arthur (taking the mic):
“People of NPCW… your realm has been ruled by tyrants, monsters, and cowards for far too long. But the age of darkness ends tonight. The Round Table rises — not to rule… but to restore!”
He paces, pointing Excalibur toward the crowd.
“From the cold north to the burning south, wherever honor has fallen, the Champions of Camelot shall stand! We are not here for riches. We are not here for fame. We are here… to purify this ring!”
👑 Lady Guinevere adds:
“The foul hearts that poison this kingdom — the liars, the schemers, the beasts — they will all face judgment by our blades. And to every soul who believes in truth and courage… we fight for you!”
⚔️ Sir Lancelot closes:
“We ride not for glory — but for justice! And let all who stand before Camelot know this — when the knights rise, the wicked fall!”
🧙♂️ Merlin Finishes:
Merlin:
“By the power of Avalon, by the light of Excalibur… the age of heroes has returned to NPCW!”
He slams his staff to the mat — a blinding burst of white light fills the ring. When it fades, the Champions raise their arms together as the crowd roars.
The camera shifts to ringside where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington sit, both half-dazzled by what they’ve just seen.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (excitedly):
“Fans, I’ve been calling wrestling for years, and I can honestly say — I have never seen an entrance quite like that! The Champions of Camelot have arrived, and this crowd in Toronto is absolutely electric!”
Eddie Ellington (dryly):
“Oh, please, Johnny. Knights? Magic? I thought I was watching a history channel special, not Polar Power. What’s next — jousting for the tag titles?”
Johnny:
“Oh, come on, Eddie! These are legends brought to life — they said they’re here to restore honor to NPCW, and after the chaos we’ve seen lately, that might just be what we need!”
Eddie:
“Honor doesn’t win championships, Johnny. Strategy does. And something tells me these medieval throwbacks are going to learn that the hard way.”
Match Card Rundown
Johnny (with excitement):
“Well fans, it’s a packed card tonight, starting with in-ring debuts from Camelot’s finest!”
1️⃣ The Virtuous Blades — Sir Galahad & Sir Gawain vs. Amigo 1 & Amigo 2
“First time in the ring for the twin knights of valor — and they’ll be tested by the unpredictable Amigos!”
2️⃣ Lady Guinevere vs. Clara Cobweb
“The Queen of Courage meets one of NPCW’s most devious tricksters!”
3️⃣ Sir Lancelot vs. Amigo 3
“The peerless knight rides solo — and he’s promised to make it a match of honor.”
4️⃣ Grimm Sisters (Glint & Shade Grimm) vs. Dark Ritual (Morrigan & Wicked Willow)
“A battle of the dark arts! The Grimms have promised a reckoning tonight! A fight that has ramifications on the North Star Tag team title contendership.”
5️⃣ Wicked Witch vs. Moon Silver
“A spellbinding one-on-one — Moon Silver steps in the ring against a former Queen of the Ring to test her mettle!”
6️⃣ Russian Vhain Match – Santa Claus vs. Belsnickel
“Fans, this one’s going to be ugly! Santa steps back into the cold against his bitter rival in Belsnickel’s signature match — no rules, no mercy!”
7️⃣ Marcus the Beast Master & The Beasts vs. The Wizard Warriors (Lion, Scarecrow, Tin Man)
“The Horde’s monsters looking to reclaim their dominance — but the Warriors have unity on their side!”
8️⃣ MAIN EVENT – King Arthur vs. The Black Knight
“The battle of light versus shadow! The King of Camelot makes his in-ring debut against his greatest nemesis!”
Eddie (smirking):
“Ah, yes. The Black Knight — finally, someone I can root for! Let’s see if the ‘Once and Future King’ can handle a future beating!”
Johnny:
“You’re unbelievable, Eddie. Fans, don’t go anywhere — Polar Power rolls on, and the age of Camelot has begun!”
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Johnny “the Mic” Michaels | The Expert of Elocution - Eddie Ellington |
| Louie Linville RING ANNOUNCER | Smooth Samantha INTERVIEWER |
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 | Virtuous Blades Sir Galahad and Sir Gawain | VS | Amigo 1 and Amigo 2 |
| 2 | Lady Guinevere | VS | Clara Cobweb |
| 3 | Sir Lancelot | VS | Amigo 3 |
| 4 | Grimm Sisters | VS | Dark Ritual Morrigan and Wicked Willow |
| 5 | Wicked Witch | VS | Moon Silver |
| 6 | Santa Claus | VS | Belsnickel |
| 7 | Marcus the Beast Master, Beast 1 and Beast 2 | VS | Wizard Warriors Lion, Scarecrow, and Tin Man |
| Main Event | King Arthur | VS | Black Knight |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | |||
| Champions of Camelot | Grimm Sisters | Witch’s Coven | Mean Jack Mason |
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “At a combined weight of valor and virtue… they are the blades of honor and the brothers of the round table… SIR GAWAIN AND SIR GALAHAD – THE VIRTUOUS BLADES!” | “Making their way to the ring, with enthusiasm as big as their losing streak… a trio of true underdogs… give it up for THE THREEEEE AMIGOOOOOOS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Twin beams of blue and gold light shimmer as orchestral rock hits. Sir Gawain and Sir Galahad walk side by side, swords raised and shields at their backs. The crowd erupts in chants of “Camelot!” as they enter the ring in synchronized motion. | A cheerful mariachi-inspired theme kicks in, complete with trumpets, hand claps, and fast-paced acoustic guitar. The Three Amigos burst through the curtain in matching but slightly mismatched wrestling tights and ponchos, waving to the crowd with over-the-top enthusiasm. They slap hands, trip over each other slightly, and pose like they just won gold medals — despite their record saying otherwise. Fans can't help but smile as they stumble into the ring, pointing fingers to the sky and shouting “¡Vamos!” before immediately getting serious… or trying to. |
[Bell rings – crowd buzzing after the Camelot intro segment]
Johnny: And we are underway, fans! The Virtuous Blades — Sir Galahad and Sir Gawain — making their in-ring debut right here in Toronto!
Eddie: Yeah, and they’re already dressed like they’re auditioning for a Renaissance fair, Johnny. The Amigos are gonna turn these sword-swinging stooges into scrap metal!
Johnny: Be that as it may, Eddie, the crowd here is solidly behind the Knights of Camelot — and Galahad is starting things off against Amigo 1!
Johnny: Collar-and-elbow tie-up — Galahad breaks it and hits a jumping reverse bulldog! The knight showing agility early!
Eddie: Big deal! Amigo 1 pops up faster than you can say “Excalibur,” and drills him with that dropkick knee! That’s how you fight — no pageantry, just pain.
Johnny: The Amigos are tagging in and out quickly — great teamwork. Double dropkick knee! And now Amigo 2 with a flying body block!
Eddie: See? That’s how you handle royalty — knock ‘em off their thrones! These two are running circles around Camelot.
Johnny: Galahad’s taking a beating here in the early going — referee “Honest” Abe’s trying to regain control.
Johnny: Gawain reaching for a tag, but Galahad fights through! Amigo 2 dives off the ropes — flying body block! connects again!
Eddie: They’ve got these tin soldiers rattled!
Johnny: Wait — Galahad counters! Pele kick! That one echoed all the way to Avalon!
Eddie: Lucky shot, Johnny. Even a broken sundial’s right twice a day.
Johnny: Amigo 1 charges with another dropkick knee, but Galahad sidesteps! He neutralizes it — quick counter and tags in Gawain!
Eddie: Great, here comes the other half of the Camelot Comedy Duo.
Johnny: Sir Gawain storms in with a fallaway slam! He just launched Amigo 1 halfway across the ring!
Eddie: Yeah, but the Amigo still lands that dropkick knee on the way down! That’s what you call “ring awareness,” Johnny.
Johnny: It’s a battle of styles — strength versus speed, honor versus opportunism!
Johnny: Gawain with a diving clothesline to the floor! Amigo 1 hit hard outside!
Eddie: Oh, c’mon ref, get him back in the ring! He’s trying to escape the battlefield!
Johnny: The ref’s count is at eight… and Amigo 1 barely beats it back in! Tremendous resilience!
Eddie: Resilience? More like bad luck — he should’ve stayed out there and saved himself.
Johnny: Tag back to Galahad! Amigo 1 charges — flying elbow smash! Caught Galahad clean on the jaw!
Eddie: There you go! Amigo 1 is putting dents in that shiny armor!
Johnny: Galahad fires back — jumping reverse bulldog! Picture-perfect!
Eddie: Yeah, but Amigo 1’s still moving. I’ve seen tougher guys get hit by snowflakes.
Johnny: Pele Kick! again by Galahad! Amigo 1’s reeling!
Eddie: He should be! That guy’s boot just sent him back to Spanish class.
Johnny: Galahad’s feeling it — and now Amigo 1 crawls to his corner… tag made to Amigo 2!
Johnny: Amigo 2 in with a burst of speed — Galahad catches him, but Amigo 1 lands one last dropkick knee before exiting! The Amigos are sneaky, Eddie.
Eddie: That’s not sneaky — that’s teamwork, Johnny. Something these knights should’ve studied before jousting their way here.
Johnny: Amigo 2 takes control — drop toe hold! Quick takedown!
Eddie: Merlin’s meddling, Johnny! Look — he’s waving that stick around like he’s directing traffic!
Johnny: That’s a staff, Eddie — and it looks like he’s focusing on strategy, not interference.
Eddie: Strategy? He’s whispering incantations! Somebody check that thing for batteries!
Johnny: Galahad off the ropes — flying body splash! connects! Tag to Sir Gawain! The Virtuous Blades are rolling!
Eddie: More like wobbling. The Amigos still have gas left, and Merlin’s over there like he’s casting spells out of a Dungeons & Dragons manual.
Johnny: Amigo 2 counters with a forearm smash! Stuns Gawain!
Eddie: There it is! The Amigos are showing these noble nitwits what real fighting looks like — no sword, no shield, just fists!
Johnny: The Amigos double-teaming now — sleeper hold by Amigo 2, flying head scissors by Amigo 1! Gawain’s in trouble!
Eddie: Double the Amigos, double the fun! The Blades look dull to me!
Johnny: The ref’s warning them, but it may be too late — Gawain’s fading fast!
Johnny: Gawain breaks free! Backbreaker! What a counter!
Eddie: I’ll give him that one, Johnny — but the Amigos are still the smarter team in there.
Johnny: Merlin’s on the apron — what’s he doing? He’s pointing that staff toward the ring!
Eddie: See?! I told you! That’s witchcraft, Johnny! Get him outta here!
Johnny: The lights shimmer — the crowd gasps! Merlin’s eyes are glowing — it’s like he’s casting a curse on Amigo 2!
Eddie: Curse?! This is a wrestling show, not Hogwarts!
Johnny: Gawain seizes the moment — backbreaker! again! The tide’s turned!
Eddie: This is ridiculous — how are you supposed to fight magic? Someone call the commissioner!
Johnny: Merlin’s chanting — Mesmerize Foe! Amigo 2’s frozen in place!
Eddie: He’s hypnotized! I can’t believe this!
Johnny: Gawain hooks the leg — 1… 2… 3! It’s over! The Virtuous Blades win their debut, thanks to the wizardry of Merlin!
Eddie: Oh, that’s just great. Maybe next week they’ll bring a dragon for a tag partner!
THE VIRTUOUS BLADES (SIR GAWAIN & SIR GALAHAD W/ MERLIN) DEFEAT: AMIGO 2 & AMIGO 1 VIA PINFALL AT THE 18-MINUTE MARK (FOLLOWING MESMERIZE FOE BY MERLIN & BACKBREAKER FROM SIR GAWAIN)
THE GRIMM PROPHECY
[FADE IN — BLACK SCREEN]
A faint, hollow wind hums. Whispered voices overlap — women weeping, distant church bells tolling.
Then:
🕯️ “Once upon a death…”
[Soft white text fades in over black — gothic font.]
[CUT TO:]
A snowbound forest at twilight. The trees are skeletal and slick with ice.
A single lantern swings in the wind — its flame black.
A whispering female voice (GLINT) speaks:
“They say the dead forget… but we remember everything.”
From the fog, GLINT GRIMM steps forward — a spectral shimmer in torn lace and frost, her eyes glowing faintly silver. Her movements glide, unnatural yet graceful.
She drags her hand along a frozen tree — frost blooms outward like veins of sorrow.
[SFX: Slow heartbeat.]
SHADE GRIMM appears behind her — veiled in mourning black, candlelight reflecting on her crimson lips. She carries a funeral lantern, the flame inside flickers blood-red.
SHADE (whispering, with venomous amusement):
“Tonight, the witches dance under our moon. But they forget who wrote the story first…”
[CUT TO:]
Dark Ritual performing a ritual in candlelight (archival clips — smoke, spell circles, Morrigan’s glare, Willow’s twisted smile). Their laughter echoes.
GLINT’s reflection appears in a ritual mirror behind them, her face cracking the glass.
[CUT BACK:]
The Sisters stand side by side now — Glint shimmering like moonlight on glass, Shade like shadow incarnate.
GLINT (coldly, staring through the camera):
“You summon darkness.”
“…We were born of it.”
SHADE (lifting her veil, smirking):
“And when your circle breaks…”
“…you’ll find our names written inside.”
[MUSIC CUE: Slow haunting choir swells into dark industrial strings — similar to Chelsea Wolfe x Ghost Mane hybrid.]
They begin walking through a cemetery — their footsteps crunch softly in snow. Each step leaves behind faint black rose petals instead of prints.
As they pass, the camera pans across old gravestones — the names flicker:
Morrigan. Willow. Alice. Dorothy.
[GLINT turns toward the camera; the light flickers.]
GLINT:
“The ritual ends tonight.”
[SHADE’s cackle breaks through, echoing unnaturally long.]
SHADE:
“And the fairytales end soon after…”
[CUT TO BLACK — the choir cuts out.]
A single line in blood-red text fades in:
“SISTERS GRIMM — DEATH WRITES HER OWN ENDING.”
Then, a whisper — both sisters in unison, layered and echoing:
“Polar Power… begins with the end.”
[NPCW LOGO — STATIC — THEN FADE OUT.]
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “She is the queen of Camelot and the heart of the realm… fierce and fair… LADY GUINEVERE!” | “Floating in from the misty glens of forgotten lore… she is the silky specter of the squared circle… COOOOOBWEB CLAAAAARRRAAAA!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Mystical chimes and ethereal vocals play as Lady Guinevere glides onto the stage in flowing robes turned ring gear. The crowd roars in support as she raises a gleaming staff high above her head before storming the ring with royal defiance. | An eerie, old-timey waltz played on detuned music box chimes, with echoing whispers of Shakespearean verse.Dim, dusty spotlight. Slow, ethereal fog. Occasional sparkles of light drift like faerie dust. Clara slowly spins in place, arms outstretched like a ghostly ballerina. She tosses handfuls of fake cobwebs into the crowd. She dramatically recoils from loud boos or cheers as if they’re gusts of wind disturbing her “web.” |
Johnny: Alright folks, we’re set for Match Two — and what a debut this is going to be! The noble Lady Guinevere, accompanied by the legendary wizard Merlin, stepping into an NPCW ring for the very first time!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny. We’ve already got enough royalty around here—why do we need another one prancing around in a dress? Clara Cobweb’s the one to watch. She’s unpredictable, she’s unhinged, and she doesn’t care if her opponent’s a queen or a cleaning lady!
Johnny: Clara Cobweb’s got talent, no doubt, but she’s up against one of the most composed and technically gifted women ever to come out of Camelot. And with Merlin at ringside, you have to wonder what kind of strategy they’ve got planned.
Johnny: There’s the bell—Guinevere opens with a Sit-Out Piledriver! Good grief, what a way to make a first impression!
Eddie: Sit-Out Piledriver?! She’s trying to take Clara’s head off! Someone tell “Honest” Abe to check her for a royal pardon before she hurts somebody!
Johnny: Clara fires back—Handspring Back Elbow connects! These two are trading heavy shots early!
Eddie: See? That’s Clara’s brilliance. She’s not intimidated by fancy titles.
Johnny: Guinevere’s staying composed—hooks both arms—Double Underhook Powerbomb!
Eddie: That’s not composure, that’s brutality! How’s she supposed to rule Camelot if she’s out here folding people in half like laundry?
Johnny: Lady Guinevere is dominating the pace of this match early on!
Johnny: Wait—Merlin’s raising his staff! What’s he doing?
Eddie: Oh, come on! He’s casting spells now? This isn’t a Renaissance fair, Johnny!
Johnny: Merlin’s eyes are glowing—Clara looks dazed—MESMERIZE FOE! Clara can’t defend herself!
Eddie: That’s cheating with special effects! Someone get security, this isn’t Hogwarts!
Johnny: Guinevere’s going up—Air Raid Crash! But Clara pops up with a Fender Bender Leg Drop! Both women hit hard!
Eddie: Clara’s resourceful, Johnny. You can’t hypnotize that kind of fighting spirit out of her.
Johnny: Still, Guinevere’s ring presence is remarkable—she knows how to counter, how to measure the moment.
Johnny: Guinevere with a Swinging Neckbreaker! She hooks the leg!
Eddie: She’s going for another royal decree—Clara needs to get out of there!
Johnny: Clara barely escapes! But that move rattled her badly!
Johnny: Release German Suplex by Guinevere! My goodness—Clara was dropped right on the back of her head!
Eddie: Yeah, and now she’s going for the pin! Don’t count her out yet, Clara’s tougher than she looks!
Johnny: One! Two! No! Clara kicks out!
Eddie: Told you! She’s got nine lives—probably more, judging by those cobwebs.
Johnny: Guinevere again—another Swinging Neckbreaker! This one might do it!
Eddie: Somebody teach this woman a new move! She’s using that like a sledgehammer!
Johnny: She’s targeting the neck, Eddie—smart, strategic wrestling!
Johnny: Air Raid Crash again! Clara’s in serious trouble!
Eddie: Oh, she’s not done yet—look at that! She reverses the pin! Wait—Guinevere reverses that!
Johnny: 1...2... Clara kicks out again! These two are battling for every inch!
Eddie: She’s slippery, Johnny! That’s why she’s called Cobweb—nobody can pin her down!
Johnny: Another Air Raid Crash—Guinevere plants her! She’s going for the pin—
Eddie: Don’t do it, Clara! Kick out, you maniac!
Johnny: One—No! Clara kicks out again! Clara refuses to stay down!
Johnny: Guinevere to the ropes—SUICIDE DIVE! She takes Clara out to the floor!
Eddie: Oh, that’s ridiculous! Who dives like that in a gown?!
Johnny: The referee’s counting! 1… 2… 3… 4… Clara’s slow to move… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10! Clara Cobweb’s been counted out!
Eddie: What?! She was adjusting her hair! That’s not fair!
Johnny: Lady Guinevere wins her NPCW debut! A stunning performance by the Queen of Camelot herself—poise, power, and precision on full display tonight!
Eddie: Yeah, well, let’s see her do that without her bearded magician waving his wand around next time.
LADY GUINEVERE DEFEATS CLARA COBWEB VIA COUNT OUT AT THE 10-MINUTE MARK.
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the round table of legends… the fearless knight of valor and vengeance… this is SIR LANCELOT!” | “Making their way to the ring, with enthusiasm as big as their losing streak… a trio of true underdogs… give it up for THE THREEEEE AMIGOOOOOOS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A solemn choral hymn gives way to thunderous rock as Sir Lancelot steps through the curtain, cloaked and armored. He scans the crowd with piercing intensity, then removes his cloak and charges toward the ring with purpose and passion. | A cheerful mariachi-inspired theme kicks in, complete with trumpets, hand claps, and fast-paced acoustic guitar. The Three Amigos burst through the curtain in matching but slightly mismatched wrestling tights and ponchos, waving to the crowd with over-the-top enthusiasm. They slap hands, trip over each other slightly, and pose like they just won gold medals — despite their record saying otherwise. Fans can't help but smile as they stumble into the ring, pointing fingers to the sky and shouting “¡Vamos!” before immediately getting serious… or trying to. |
Johnny: We’re back on Polar Power, and this one’s got a royal flair to it! Making his debut tonight — Sir Lancelot of the Champions of Camelot, accompanied by the great wizard Merlin himself!
Eddie: Oh wonderful, another knight in shining ego! Johnny, I thought this was a wrestling show, not story time! Amigo 3’s gonna show this guy what happens when fantasy meets reality.
Johnny: Amigo 3’s no slouch — one of the most energetic and unpredictable members of the Amigos. But this will be a true test against Camelot’s finest warrior!
Johnny: The bell rings, and Amigo 3 comes flying in with forearms! He’s hammering away at Lancelot!
Eddie: That’s how you do it! You don’t bow, you brawl! Amigo 3’s teaching this tin can what street fighting looks like.
Johnny: Lancelot taking the punishment but staying on his feet — that’s knightly composure right there!
Johnny: Lancelot fires back now — Rolling Elbow! That turned Amigo’s head inside out!
Eddie: Oh, give me a break! He probably learned that in a castle courtyard hitting practice dummies!
Johnny: Both men connecting at the same time — Amigo with forearms again, but Lancelot lifts him! Falcon Arrow! What a move!
Eddie: Yeah, but Amigo’s still moving, Johnny! You can’t keep a good man down, even if you’re wearing shiny armor!
Johnny: Lancelot off the ropes — Running Shooting Star Press! Unbelievable athleticism from the knight!
Eddie: That’s not fair! How does a guy that size even do that?! There’s no way that’s regulation armor!
Johnny: Amigo 3 answers back with a big Overhead Fist Smash, but Lancelot barely flinches!
Johnny: Enzuigiri from Lancelot! That kick echoed through the Polar Dome!
Eddie: He probably used a sword for balance, Johnny! Someone check his boots for chainmail!
Johnny: Running Bulldog from Sir Lancelot! He’s building momentum fast now!
Eddie: This isn’t good, Johnny! Amigo needs to roll out, regroup, maybe get a taco break or something!
Johnny: Merlin at ringside shouting strategy — you can tell this team from Camelot came prepared!
Johnny: Another Shooting Star Press by Lancelot—lands perfectly!
Eddie: Yeah, but Amigo with a Backdrop counter! He’s showing fight! That’s lucha corazón right there!
Johnny: Superkick attempt by Lancelot—but Amigo neutralizes it! Great defense from the Amigo!
Eddie: Finally! There we go! That’s what happens when you underestimate a man who’s been in more bar fights than sword duels!
Johnny: Falcon Arrow again! Sir Lancelot plants him deep!
Eddie: Amigo 3 with a Suplex of his own! He’s not done yet!
Johnny: These two are leaving it all in the ring! What a physical clash!
Johnny: Enzuigiri from Lancelot—right on the jaw!
Eddie: And Amigo drops a kneestrike of his own! That’s what I like—no pageantry, just pain!
Johnny: Lancelot hits another Running Shooting Star Press! Goes for the cover!
Eddie: Kick out, Amigo! Don’t let this knight get the glory!
Johnny: One! Two! No! Amigo kicks out just in time!
Eddie: Told you! You can’t pin a man named Amigo that easy! He’s got friends in high places!
Johnny: Amigo goes for a Hip Toss—Lancelot blocks it! Rolls him over instead! Beautiful reversal!
Eddie: What kind of reversal was that? He probably learned that in some round table dance class!
Johnny: Rolling Elbow again from Lancelot! Amigo fires back with a Hip Toss!
Eddie: There it is! That’s lucha-style adaptability! The Amigo’s finding his groove!
Johnny: Headlock takedown by Amigo 3! He’s wearing down the knight now!
Eddie: See that, Johnny? That’s called wrestling, not jousting! Maybe Lancelot can learn something from the locals!
Johnny: Enzuigiri again! Lancelot’s landing those with sniper accuracy tonight!
Eddie: That’s not accuracy, that’s luck! He just throws his leg and hopes for the best!
Johnny: Another Enzuigiri! Amigo’s staggering—he’s on the ropes!
Eddie: Come on, Amigo! Shake it off! You’ve been hit harder by a mariachi cymbal!
Johnny: Lancelot scoops him up—Running Bulldog! That might do it!
Eddie: No! No way! He’s not done yet—
Johnny: One! Two! Three! That’s it! Sir Lancelot wins his NPCW debut!
Eddie: Ugh! I can’t believe this! Somebody needs to knight Amigo for effort at least!
Johnny: A stunning debut for the noble warrior from Camelot — speed, precision, and athleticism from start to finish! Merlin looks thrilled at ringside, and the Champions of Camelot have another victory under their belts tonight!
SIR LANCELOT DEFEATS AMIGO 3 VIA PINFALL AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK.
THE WITCHING HOUR
[OPEN — BLACK SCREEN]
A heartbeat pulses in time with dripping candle wax.
Whispered incantations layer over distorted breathing.
Then, a single voice — WICKED WITCH — rasps through the dark:
“The dead dare to walk in our moonlight.”
[CUT TO:]
Inside a dilapidated cathedral, the floor is etched with glowing runes.
The WITCH’S COVEN stands in a circle around a cauldron that burns black fire.
- Wicked Witch — in emerald-and-obsidian robes, eyes alight like burning candles.
- Morrigan — her hands coated in ritual ash, drawing sigils on the floor.
- Wicked Willow — giggling manically, twirling her staff like a serpent’s spine.
- La Bruja Muerte — silent, masked in bone, stirring the cauldron with a scythe shaft.
The fire flickers — each flame briefly takes the face of an opponent:
Glint. Shade. Moon Silver.
WICKED WITCH (hissing):
“They walk through our graveyard and call it fate.”
“But fate bends to those who command the night.”
MORRIGAN (low and venomous):
“Ghosts think they can haunt us? Let them try. We’ll salt the earth with their sorrow.”
WICKED WILLOW (taunting, almost singing):
“Petals and ashes, frost and flame — witches don’t mourn, we claim.”
She scatters crushed black roses into the fire — they scream as they burn.
[MUSIC SWELLS — haunting industrial rhythm, chanting beneath.]
The cauldron erupts — spectral light forming visions:
The Grimm Sisters walking through snow. Their names appear — Morrigan. Willow. Alice. Dorothy.
WILLOW (snarling):
“They wrote our names on stones… let’s carve theirs in bone.”
[LA BRUJA MUERTE lifts her scythe.]
A crow lands on her shoulder, its eyes white as the moon. She whispers a curse in Spanish:
“Para cada sombra, hay una llama.” (For every shadow, there is a flame.)
She throws a handful of salt into the air — it turns into glowing embers.
[WICKED WITCH steps forward — fire behind her now green.]
“Sisters Grimm, your story ends at the altar.
We are the authors of sin — the keepers of every spell, curse, and scream you’ve ever whispered.”
She turns her gaze upward — the moonlight pierces through a cracked stained-glass window, revealing the carved face of a wolf.
“And as for you, Moon Silver…”
(her voice deepens, turning serpentine)
“…you bare your teeth at the wrong witch. I don’t fear the howl — I own the night it sings in.”
[MUSIC RISES — DRUMS + ETHEREAL CHOIR]
All four witches raise their arms as the camera pulls upward. The cauldron light flares — forming a flaming pentagram that melts into the NPCW logo.
[FINAL SHOT — CLOSE-UP ON WICKED WITCH’S FACE]
Her eyes shimmer between green and gold. She smiles, sharp and knowing.
“Tonight… the moon bleeds, the dead scream, and the Coven reigns.”
[FADE OUT]
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… from the forgotten shadows of folklore… united in darkness, bound by blood… they are the cursed souls who walk between the living and the dead… THE GRIMM SISTERS!” | “Together, they summon fear with every step… One, a harbinger of hexes... the other, a goddess of shadow and death...Representing The Witch’s Coven... they are the arcane alliance known only as…THE DAAAARK RIT-UAAAAL!WICKED WILLOW… AND MORRIGAN!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights dim to a pale blue glow as a chilling lullaby echoes over the speakers, twisting into haunting gothic metal. A cold mist rolls down the ramp as Glint glides forward, eyes unblinking, while Shade emerges slowly behind her, hooded and veiled in shadow. The crowd shudders in silence as the sisters stand at the apron, synchronized and spectral, before stepping through the ropes in perfect eerie unison. | The arena drops into total darkness as the slow sound of distant, echoing drums and a whispered incantation plays. A blood-red moon rises on the jumbotron, illuminating a circle of glowing runes as smoke coils from the ramp.Wicked Willow appears first — draped in tattered robes, her arms painted with twisted sigils. Behind her, Morrigan emerges in a flowing black cloak adorned with Celtic runes and raven feathers. Her eyes seem to pierce through the fog, calm and cruel.As they walk in unison toward the ring, chanting grows louder, and a storm of crimson sparks rains down from above. Willow reaches the apron and slams her staff down, causing the turnbuckles to glow an eerie red. Morrigan circles the ring like a predator, locking eyes with the crowd. Together, they form the Dark Ritual, promising doom to any who oppose them. |
Johnny: Welcome back, fans! It’s time for tag team action — the eerie Grimm Sisters stepping into the ring against the even darker duo of Dark Ritual — Morrigan and Wicked Willow!
Eddie: Oh, this is gonna be good, Johnny. Finally, someone even creepier than the Grimm Sisters! I’ve been waiting all night for Morrigan and Willow to show everyone what real sorcery looks like.
Johnny: You say that like Glint and Shade don’t know a thing or two about the supernatural themselves! These sisters are as calculating as they are cold-blooded — this could get very strange very fast.
Johnny: The bell rings — Glint Grimm opens with a Soul Scoop slam! Right out of the gate she plants Morrigan hard!
Eddie: But look at that! Morrigan’s partner from the outside — WHAM! A broomstick right to the ribs! I love it! That’s teamwork, Johnny!
Johnny: That’s illegal, Eddie! You can’t just bring hardware into the ring!
Eddie: Says who? It’s called resourcefulness!
Johnny: Wicked Willow tags in — and oh no, the lights are flickering!
Eddie: That’s my kind of ambiance! They’re creating atmosphere, Johnny! You don’t see the Grimms doing that.
Johnny: Glint looks disoriented, and the arena is in near darkness. “Honest” Abe better get control here!
Eddie: Good luck controlling witches, Johnny. You can’t ref black magic!
Johnny: Morrigan back in, and she spikes Glint with that inverted DDT!
Eddie: Picture perfect! That’s what you get for underestimating the occult!
Johnny: Glint’s in trouble early on, she’s been on defense for most of this match.
Johnny: The lights flicker again — and there it is, another spell from the Coven!
Eddie: I love it! When the lights go down, bad things happen — and good ratings follow!
Johnny: Glint’s staggering, she can’t see where Morrigan is coming from!
Johnny: High-speed roundhouse kicks from Morrigan! Glint’s rocked!
Eddie: Morrigan’s got that precision — witchcraft meets kickboxing! This is beautiful!
Johnny: DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER from Morrigan! Cover!
Eddie: That’s it, Johnny! It’s over! Pin her!
Johnny: One… two… NO! Glint kicks out! The Grimm Sister still has fight left in her!
Eddie: She’s just delaying the inevitable. You don’t survive the Dark Ritual twice.
Johnny: Glint fires back — Moonlit Crossing! What a bridging suplex! She’s turned the tide!
Eddie: Lucky shot, Johnny. Morrigan probably slipped on bat guano or something!
Johnny: Morrigan wisely tags out to Wicked Willow.
Johnny: Glint staying on the attack! Gravebite! Codebreaker connects! Wicked Willow’s down!
Eddie: That’s cheap! You can’t just use moves named after cemeteries and call yourself a professional!
Johnny: Oh, come on, you’ve been cheering for broomsticks and darkness!
Johnny: Tag to Shade Grimm! The Grimm Sisters working together now! Double-team time!
Eddie: Oh, this is unfair, Johnny! Two on one?
Johnny: You were fine with it when it was Dark Ritual doing it!
Eddie: That’s different! They’re professionals of the paranormal!
Johnny: Veil Breaker from Glint — German Suplex from Shade! Double impact!
Johnny: They’re still double-teaming — Glint and Shade in total control!
Eddie: Honest Abe’s letting this go too far! He’s got no clue how to handle witches OR sisters!
Johnny: Release German Suplex connects again! Wicked Willow is reeling!
Johnny: Willow fires back! Widow’s Peak Neckbreaker!
Eddie: THAT’S what I’m talking about! The widow strikes!
Johnny: Glint took a beating on that one, both women are down!
Johnny: Grimm Sisters regroup — another double-team sequence incoming!
Eddie: Oh, wonderful, more cheating from the family of funeral fashion models!
Johnny: Gravebite from Glint! Legsweep DDT from Shade! What a combo!
Eddie: Willow with a Chokebomb counter though! These women are tearing each other apart!
Johnny: Oh! Wicked Willow back to the Widow’s Peak again!
Eddie: That’s two in a row, Johnny! She’s breaking necks and breaking hearts!
Johnny: The Grimm Sisters didn’t even move — she leveled both!
Johnny: Shade fires one last Enzuigiri, but Willow plants her with that Spider’s Web Slam!
Eddie: You see that? That’s called dominance, Johnny! She’s got eight legs’ worth of skill in those two arms!
Johnny: The Grimms are in real danger here.
Johnny: Another Spider’s Web Slam from Wicked Willow! Glint’s down again!
Eddie: Just tag out and let Morrigan finish the job — that’s the smart play!
Johnny: That’s exactly what she’s doing. Morrigan tags back in.
Johnny: Glint grabs Morrigan — Soul Scoop Slam! Out of nowhere!
Eddie: Wait, wait, what’s Coven doing? She’s climbing the apron—
Johnny: OH COME ON! She just threw green mist in Glint’s face!
Eddie: A little herbal remedy never hurt anybody!
Johnny: The referee saw it! “Honest” Abe’s calling for the bell! Dark Ritual’s been disqualified!
Eddie: What?! No! That’s bias! That’s anti-magic discrimination!
Johnny: Whether you call it sorcery or cheating, the result stands! The Grimm Sisters win it by disqualification after the interference from Coven!
THE GRIMM SISTERS DEFEAT DARK RITUAL VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 16-MINUTE MARK.
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “She is the storm behind the spell... the terror in the tornado…Standing tall at the helm of The Coven—she is the scourge of Oz and the bane of all heroes…THE WIIIIICKED WIIIITCH!!!” | “Introducing the newest member of the Wolf Pack… clever as she is cruel, cold as the northern wind… she is the razor fang in the shadows… MOOON SILVERRR!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The lights flicker violently as green mist pours from the stage, and an eerie, arcane chant echoes throughout the arena. A slow, orchestral remix of “No Place Like Home” twisted with dissonant violins and thunderous bass kicks in. On the jumbotron, it reads: “SHE RIDES AGAIN… AND NO ONE IS SAFE.”The Wicked Witch floats in slowly atop a dark, mechanical broom platform, arms extended like a dark queen, her emerald eyes glowing beneath her hood. Fans boo furiously as she hisses curses at them, waving her staff—occasionally triggering bursts of green pyro with every pointed gesture. She steps down, unfazed by the crowd's hatred, and raises her arms at the ramp’s edge—green flames erupt at each corner of the ring. Her Coven awaits her arrival. | Silver fog rolls across the stage as eerie, echoing howls rise into a dark, synth-laced beat with glimmering notes — like moonlight on ice. Moon Silver slinks onto the stage with a sly grin, her silver-streaked hair catching the light. She moves with quiet confidence and a predator’s poise, eyes scanning the crowd like prey. Her presence is magnetic — sleek, sharp, and dangerous. |
Johnny: Folks, this one’s got a lot of intrigue written all over it — the Wicked Witch, still reeling from her loss to Snow White at Wrestlefest, is looking to get back on track tonight against Moon Silver of the Wolf Pack!
Eddie: Let’s not sugarcoat it, Johnny — the Witch got robbed at Wrestlefest! That was pure bias from the fans and the officials. Tonight, The Coven is here, and they’ll make sure justice — or rather magic — is served!
Johnny: Well, Moon Silver’s not one to be intimidated. She’s a powerhouse in that Wolf Pack, and she’s got her sisters in the crowd howling for her tonight!
Eddie: Howling’s right, Johnny. That’s about all they’re good for — making noise and chasing their tails!
Johnny: And here we go! Wicked Witch shoots low and grabs the leg — she’s going for an early Ankle Lock!
Eddie: Smart move, take out the base of that wolf. You can’t howl if you can’t stand!
Johnny: Moon Silver rolls through — breaks free! The Witch looks frustrated already!
Eddie: Oh! Look at this, Johnny — The Coven’s working their magic from ringside! One of them’s chanting!
Johnny: That’s Morrigan, I think — what’s she doing?! Moon Silver’s eyes are glazing over!
Eddie: Ha! Hypnosis! That’s brilliant strategy! Who needs muscles when you’ve got mind games, Johnny?
Johnny: That’s not strategy, that’s interference! “Honest” Abe’s gotta get control here!
Johnny: Moon Silver’s shaking off the spell and charges in — oh, but Wicked Witch catches her! Swinging Neckbreaker!
Eddie: Beautifully executed! The Wicked Witch isn’t done yet!
Johnny: Wait, the Wolf Pack’s howling — they’ve got the referee’s attention!
Eddie: Perfect! Distract the ref, distract the Witch! That’s the only way Moon Silver can survive!
Johnny: Moon Silver tries again with that shoulder block—wait! Wicked Witch counters! Saito Suplex!
Eddie: Gorgeous! That’s ring awareness, Johnny! You can’t teach that kind of timing!
Johnny: She plants Moon Silver hard on the mat — cover attempt maybe? No, she’s dragging her up for more punishment!
Johnny: Moon Silver firing back! 180-degree Facebuster!
Eddie: Ugh, that’s not fair! The Witch was regrouping!
Johnny: Cover—no! Wicked Witch kicks out at two! Moon Silver’s feeling the momentum now!
Johnny: Oh come on now — the Wolf Pack’s up on the apron!
Eddie: Disqualify them! Disqualify all of them! Look at this travesty!
Johnny: Double team attack by the Wolf Pack behind the ref’s back! Wicked Witch is down!
Eddie: This is an outrage! The poor Witch can’t defend against an entire kennel!
Johnny: Moon Silver’s lining her up — Charging 180 Facebuster! She nailed it flush!
Eddie: No! She got lucky! That’s all that was — luck!
Johnny: She hooks the leg! One… Two… Three! She got her! Moon Silver’s done it again!
Eddie: Oh come on, Johnny! The Witch didn’t lose, she got ambushed! This is a conspiracy against excellence!
Johnny: What a huge win for Moon Silver! But for the Wicked Witch, this is another setback. She lost to Snow White at Wrestlefest, and now to Moon Silver tonight — that’s two in a row.
Eddie: She needs a recalibration, Johnny. Maybe a bigger spell book, maybe a stronger cauldron — but she’ll be back. She’s too dangerous to stay down for long!
Johnny: You might be right, Eddie. If the Wicked Witch wants to get back into contention for the Queen of the North title, she’s got to start putting wins together — fast.
MOON SILVER DEFEATS WICKED WITCH VIA PINFALL AT THE 7-MINUTE MARK.
HE’S A MEAN ONE
[Camera fades in to the interview area. Smooth Samantha sits with perfect posture, microphone in hand. Across from her, Mean Jack Mason lounges with the North Pole Championship resting across his lap, boots up on the table. Polly Mason leans on his shoulder, humming quietly to herself, her expression alternating between glee and mischief.]
Samantha: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now — the reigning, defending North Pole Champion — Mean Jack Mason, and his manager, Polly Mason. Jack, thank you for taking the time before your match tonight.
Jack: (leans forward, smirks) You don’t thank Mean Jack Mason, sweetheart — you thank your lucky stars I decided to show up. Because this — [taps the North Pole Championship] — this right here ain’t just gold, it’s the lifeblood of the North Pole. Every time I walk through that curtain, ratings go up, attendance spikes, and little elves at home stop crying — because their hero’s on the screen.
Polly: (giggles) “When the lights go low and the frost starts to bite, the bad man laughs in the cold of night…”
Samantha: (smiling nervously) Well, speaking of the “bad man,” next week on Halloween Horror, you’ll be defending that title in a rematch against Rudolph —
Jack: (cuts her off) Rematch? (snorts) You mean replay of the same movie. I beat Rudolph once, I’ll beat him again. The guy’s got heart, sure — but this ain’t a Hallmark special. This is Polar Power. And when that bell rings, heart don’t win you gold — meanness does.
Polly: (twirls her hair) He’s got that red nose ‘cause he keeps gettin’ hit in it, Sammy. Wham, bam, blitzen, slam!
Jack: (grins) That’s right. Rudolph’s out here talkin’ about “spirit” and “teamwork,” and I’m talkin’ about pain and paydays. Halloween Horror’s gonna be another chapter in the legend of Mean Jack Mason. Rudolph’s just the poor sap who gets his name written on the tombstone.
Samantha: Jack, you’ve also made some strong comments about the Universal Champion, Sinister Klaus—
Jack: Oh, you mean Paper Claus? (leans back, laughs) Yeah, I said it. That Universal Title he’s holdin’? It’s got less value than a chocolate coin in a Christmas stocking. You know the difference between him and me, Sammy?
Samantha: What’s that?
Jack: I’m defending my title at Halloween Horror. I’m showing up, putting this belt on the line against the best the North Pole’s got. Meanwhile, Klaus is sittin’ on a beach somewhere, probably gettin’ his beard braided by Fenwick the Elf. That’s not a champion — that’s a fraud with a fancy entrance.
Polly: (leans in with a singsong whisper) “He drinks the fame, but forgets the flame — when the frost comes back, he won’t know his name…”
Jack: (nods) Exactly. When the storm hits, Mean Jack Mason thrives. Sinister Klaus hides. That’s the difference between paper and power.
Samantha: Let’s talk about Wrestlefest Thanksgiving. The Primal Horde had a rough night — Marcus fell to the Disciple of Negropolis, The Beasts lost to the Wizard Warriors, and only you—
Jack: (snaps) Only me pulled through, yeah. You don’t need to remind me, sweetheart. I’m the reason this faction’s still feared. Marcus, the Beasts — they had a bad night, no excuses. But they’ll make it right tonight. I’ve already had the talk. They either step up, or they get left behind. That’s the Mason way.
Polly: (tapping the belt rhythmically) “When the wolves forget how to howl, the bear reminds them with his claws…”
Jack: (chuckles) Damn right. Tonight, the Primal Horde eats again — and I’ll be at the head of the table.
Samantha: And Jack, at Wrestlefest, fans saw Negropolis attack you after your victory over Tin Man. What’s your response to that?
Jack: (leans forward, his tone colder now) Negropolis… (chuckles darkly) That was a lucky shot, nothing more. He caught me when I wasn’t lookin’. You don’t get to call yourself a threat ‘cause you jumped a champion from behind. If that masked freak wants a title shot, he’s gotta earn it. He’s not even in my league.
Polly: (mock sympathy) Poor little shadows in the alley, thinkin’ they can block the sun.
Jack: (smirks) When I was Madman Mason, I carried the Misfits of Mayhem on my back while Negropolis was still tryin’ to find his face paint. He wants to step up to me now? He better bring more than smoke and mirrors, ‘cause I’m bringin’ fists and fury.
Samantha: Final question, Jack — any thoughts on tonight’s Russian Chain Match between Santa Claus and Belsnickel?
Jack: (bursts out laughing) Oh, that’s rich! Two relics from the attic swinging a chain around, tryin’ to prove who’s the tougher antique. Look, Santa’s done a lot for the North Pole — I’ll give him that. But there comes a time when the sleigh’s got too many miles on it.
Polly: (grins) “The jingle fades, the snow turns grey, time for the toys to be put away…”
Jack: (snickers) Couldn’t have said it better myself. It’s time for the old guard to hang up the boots, hang up the belts, and make way for Mean Jack Mason — the future, the fury, the face of NPCW.
Samantha: Strong words, as always, from the North Pole Champion. Jack Mason, Polly Mason — thank you for your time.
Jack: (leans forward, smirking) Don’t thank me, darlin’. Just remember what I told ya — I am the cold front that never melts.
Polly: “And when the storm ends… only the Mason name remains.”
[Camera fades out on Jack raising the North Pole Title high, Polly laughing softly beside him, as Smooth Samantha looks on with a professional smile that can’t quite hide her unease.]
MATCH 6 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the snowy peaks of the North Pole… He is the spirit of the season, the original gift-giver, the legend of legends… SAAAANTA CLAAAAAUS!” | “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 |
| As a deep, triumphant orchestral remix of “Carol of the Bells” hits the speakers—complete with sleigh bells, heroic brass, and thunderous drums—the arena erupts. Snow begins to fall from the rafters as a red sleigh appears at the top of the ramp, pulled by pyrotechnic reindeer. Santa Claus steps out, a towering force of cheer and justice, donned in a long, red velvet coat with fur trim, wrestling boots, and a custom title belt over his shoulder.He waves to the crowd with thunderous energy, handing out candy canes and high fives to kids at ringside. Every step he takes toward the ring is met with chants of “HO! HO! HO!” | 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, this is the one we’ve been waiting for all night! Santa Claus and Belsnickel — two of the most punishing powerhouses in NPCW — are about to tear each other apart in a Russian Chain Match!
Eddie: Oh please, Johnny! I can already smell the peppermint and regret. Santa’s walking into a man’s fight, and Belsnickel’s gonna whip the jolliness right out of him!
Johnny: Remember, both men are chained together at the wrist — no running, no hiding, and the only way to win is by touching all four corners of the ring in succession!
Eddie: Or in Santa’s case, waddling from corner to corner before collapsing in exhaustion!
Johnny: There’s the bell—Santa wastes no time! He grabs Belsnickel and tosses him with that TINSEL TOSS!
Eddie: Wait, wait, wait! Belsnickel reverses! Look at that power! He’s got the CLAW locked in! That’s how you handle an overstuffed elf!
Johnny: The CLAW is digging in deep! Santa’s fading early—
Eddie: Early Christmas nap, Johnny!
Johnny: But Santa fires back! A REINDEER CHARGE! Shoulder block straight to the chest! He’s rallying the fans, and listen to this crowd roar “Ho Ho Ho!”
Eddie: Oh yeah, cheer for the guy who breaks into your house every December.
Johnny: GOOD TIDINGS slap! Another! Belsnickel’s reeling!
Eddie: Belsnickel’s absorbing it—he’s built different!
Johnny: Off the ropes—Santa hits the MISTLETOE MISSILE! Dropkick right on target!
Eddie: I’ll give the old man this, he’s got hops for someone who’s 500 pounds of gingerbread!
Johnny: Santa goes for a DOWN THE CHIMNEY! He connects! That’s the Big Splash!
Eddie: Ugh, that’s not a splash—that’s a natural disaster!
Johnny: He’s dragging Belsnickel to the corners! One… two…
Eddie: Come on, Fenwick! Do something!
Johnny: Hold on—Belsnickel with a desperation POWERSLAM! What impact!
Eddie: That’s it! That’s how you ground Santa! Flatten him before he flattens you!
Johnny: Belsnickel fighting back, elbow off the turnbuckle—Santa’s down!
Eddie: That’s what I’m talking about! The pride of Grim Tidings just dropped Father Frost himself!
Johnny: And now Fenwick Grimbough’s getting involved! He’s up on the apron—OH! He just whacked Santa with the rulebook!
Eddie: Perfectly legal in my book! It’s called strategy, Johnny!
Johnny: “Honest” Abe’s distracted—Belsnickel’s dragging Santa, one corner, two corners—he’s trying to end this!
Eddie: Ring the bell, it’s over!
Johnny: No, no—Santa’s still moving!
Johnny: Santa fights up! Look at this resilience! MERRY MOONSAULT! Unbelievable agility from Santa Claus!
Eddie: Oh come on! What’s in that belly—rocket fuel?!
Johnny: He’s touching the corners—one, two, three—this could be it!
Eddie: Somebody stop this!
Johnny: Belsnickel cuts him off with a POWERSLAM! Both men down! The crowd is electric!
Johnny: Wait! Santa’s wrapping that chain around his arm—this could be bad!
Eddie: Don’t do it, he’s gonna—
Johnny: BLUDGEON WITH CHAIN! Santa’s swinging that chain like a man possessed!
Eddie: That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen!
Johnny: Another JINGLE BELL BUSTER! Spinebuster from the North Pole Powerhouse!
Eddie: He’s cheating! He’s using Christmas magic!
Johnny: DOWN THE CHIMNEY! He hits it again! Santa’s crawling—one corner… two… three… FOUR!
Johnny: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! SANTA CLAUS HAS WON THE RUSSIAN CHAIN MATCH!
Eddie: NO! No, I refuse to believe it! That chain was rigged!
SANTA CLAUS DEFEATS BELSNICKEL VIA TOUCHING ALL FOUR CORNERS AT THE 22-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: What a hard-fought victory for Santa Claus! The old legend proving he’s still got gas left in the sleigh!
Eddie: Gas? He’s got hot air! He got lucky, Johnny—pure and simple!
Johnny: Hold on a second—Fenwick’s calling in reinforcements! Sinister Klaus, Knecht Ruprecht, and Hans Trapp are here! Grim Tidings surrounding the ring!
Eddie: Now this is what I like to see—four-on-one! Teach Santa what happens when you humiliate Belsnickel!
Johnny: But look who’s coming down the ramp—it’s Kris Kringle!
Eddie: Oh no!
Johnny: Kris Kringle slides into the ring, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Santa Claus! The old guard united!
Eddie: Two fossils against the future of the business!
Johnny: Grim Tidings backing off slowly… Santa and Kringle holding the ring! This isn’t over, Eddie—not by a long shot!
Eddie: Enjoy it while it lasts, Johnny. The winter storm’s coming—and it’s called Sinister Klaus.
Johnny: Folks, the spirit of Christmas just fought back tonight! Santa Claus stands tall in the Russian Chain Match—but the war for the North Pole continues!
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen — accompanied to the ring by the ruthless mistress of the Horde, Polly Mason... introducing first, the primal enforcer of chaos, Marcus the Beast Master! And his savage creations — Beast One and Beast Two! Together, they are the untamed power of THE PRIMAL HORDE!” | “And now, ladies and gentlemen… representing the Land of Oz — the guardians of courage, heart, and wisdom! Introducing first, the man of iron resolve — TIN MAN! The clever sentinel of the fields — SCARECROW! And the fearless king of the jungle — THE LION! Together, they are… THE WIZARD’S WARRIORS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into a dim, blood-red glow as tribal drums and low, guttural chants echo through the speakers. The entrance screen flickers with flashes of claw marks, caged silhouettes, and glowing animal eyes.Polly Mason emerges first, her icy smile cutting through the shadows as she snaps her whip toward the stage. Marcus the Beast Master follows — stoic, arms crossed, his coat lined with fur and scars. Behind him crawl Beast 1 and Beast 2, snarling and pounding their chests, shackled by heavy chains that Marcus holds tight. When he unhooks the chains at ringside, the Beasts charge toward the ring apron, roaring as the crowd recoils in fear. | A swirl of emerald light and fantasy orchestral rock fills the arena as golden sparks rain from the stage. The titantron glows with the Emerald City skyline before erupting into flashes of courage, wisdom, and heart.Tin Man steps out first, his metallic armor gleaming under the lights as he pounds his chest with a heavy clang. Scarecrow follows, tipping his tattered hat to the cheering crowd, spinning playfully before offering a handshake to a fan. Then, with a mighty roar, Lion bursts through a green mist curtain, pounding his chest and raising his clawed fists to the sky. The trio line up, touching hands at center stage before marching down the ramp together, united in purpose and friendship. |
Johnny: Folks, The Primal Horde is back in full force — Marcus the Beastmaster, Beast One, and Beast Two — led by the ever-eccentric Polly Mason.
Eddie: Ever-eccentric? Johnny, she’s a visionary! She’s out here with poetry, power, and pure chaos, and she’s leading the most dangerous trio in NPCW!
Johnny: Dangerous or not, Eddie, they’ve got something to prove after their poor showing at Wrestlefest. The Wizard’s Warriors handed them two straight losses — Tin Man and Lion are looking confident tonight.
Eddie: Confidence gets you hurt when you’re standing across from the Primal Horde! The Beasts don’t care if you’ve got courage, a heart, or a brain — they’ll take all three!
Johnny: There’s the bell — Beast One starts us off against Lion! And right away, Marcus and Beast Two jump in! It’s three-on-one!
Eddie: That’s called efficiency, Johnny! Teamwork!
Johnny: Vertical suplex by Beast One! Side suplex by Beast Two! And now Marcus drops the elbow! The Horde swarming Lion early!
Eddie: It’s beautiful! That’s primal instinct right there! Rip, crush, conquer!
Johnny: The ref’s finally restoring some order, but the damage is done. Marcus barking orders — this is full domination.
Eddie: You mean leadership, Johnny. That’s the Alpha’s way!
Johnny: Lion fights back — he’s got the FULL NELSON! Trying to wrench that neck—
Eddie: Marcus breaks out! Look at that ALPHA SLAM! Spinning sidewalk slam that nearly caved in the mat!
Johnny: Beast One’s back in but Lion escapes — tag to Tin Man! Tin Man comes in with a vengeance — TAKEOVER SUPLEX! What a throw!
Eddie: Look at Polly on the outside! She’s distracting the ref with… is that… interpretive dance?
Johnny: She’s reciting poetry, Eddie! I can’t even follow it!
Polly (off-mic): “Rust and heart, courage and chain — metal shall melt in the master’s reign!”
Eddie: That’s art, Johnny. Pure art.
Johnny: Tin Man turns it around! He tags in Lion and Scarecrow — triple team time! Headbutt from Tin Man! Claw to the face by Lion! Roll-up cradle from Scarecrow!
Eddie: That’s illegal! There’s too much teamwork!
Johnny: That’s rich coming from you!
Eddie: Doesn’t matter — Marcus still fighting! He’s not staying down for long!
Johnny: Marcus with an elbow drop! He breaks free and tags in Beast Two! Look out! Side suplex! Tin Man just got folded!
Eddie: That’s what you get for thinking you can out-brawl a Beast!
Johnny: Tin Man’s trying to recover — Marcus still in, chain tagging with Beast Two! Pure dominance again!
Eddie: The Horde’s back, Johnny! You can feel it!
Johnny: Tin Man battling from underneath — he sweeps Marcus off his feet! Quick as a bolt!
Eddie: Doesn’t matter! Marcus is up — he’s raging!
Johnny: PRIMAL BOMB! Double underhook powerbomb! Tin Man just got buried!
Eddie: That’s it! Stick a fork in him!
Johnny: Marcus hooks the leg! One… two… THREE! The Horde wins it!
MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER & THE BEASTS (W/ POLLY MASON) DEFEAT THE WIZARD’S WARRIORS VIA PINFALL AT THE 9-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: Marcus the Beastmaster with the decisive pinfall over Tin Man — and the Primal Horde finally back in the win column!
Eddie: Finally? Johnny, did you see what I saw? The Horde didn’t just win — they devoured those fairytale tin cans! The beasts are BACK, baby!
Johnny: I’ll give Marcus his due — he looked laser-focused tonight. But I’m still not convinced the Beasts are as dangerous as they once were.
Eddie: Oh, you’ll be convinced soon enough. With Marcus leading and Polly preaching poetry from the shadows, the Horde’s not just back — they’re evolving!
Johnny: Either way, the road to Halloween Horror just got a whole lot wilder! The Primal Horde is on the march again!
Eddie: And Johnny… I think it’s feeding season.
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The camera cuts to a cluttered temporary office space somewhere deep in the Arena’s underbelly. A folding table serves as a desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, thermoses of lukewarm cocoa, and a flickering lantern in the corner. Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits behind the desk, rubbing his temples wearily, as his small staff argues around him.
Standing near the front, red-faced and pacing, is Ebeneezer Scrooge, NPCW’s Special Advisor to the Commissioner — his tone sharp and cutting. Across from him stands Bernard, the KWO Board Liaison, calm and unbothered as usual. Buddy the Elf, NPCW’s Acting Director of Rules & Regulations, is hunched over a pile of binders. Ms. Sweetins, Women’s Division GM, looks exhausted but diplomatic — the only voice of reason between them.
Scrooge: (snapping) You are letting HCW run all over us, you decrepit old elf! They’re dictating our card structure, our title placements — and you’re just nodding along like a toy soldier that’s lost its spring!
Bernard: (calmly, hands clasped) Now, now, there’s no need for name-calling, Mr. Scrooge. The joint Convergence meeting is meant to foster cooperation, not conflict. Grinch Heyman and I are doing everything we can to protect the interests of NPCW—
Scrooge: (cuts in) Bah humbug! Cooperation? You call it cooperation when they’re stacking the deck with their titles, their stars, and their rules?
Ms. Sweetins: (folds her arms) Scrooge, enough. Bernard’s right — we’ve all seen how volatile things can get when these cross-promotions go sour. HCW may be pushy, but they’ve been fair this time.
Scrooge: Fair? Fair?! That’s exactly what they want us to think before they take over the spotlight again!
Cratchit sighs deeply, leaning back in his chair. He looks like he’s aged another five years during the conversation.
Cratchit: (weary) Gentlemen, please. We’re all tired, and yelling isn’t going to help. Bernard’s proposal is reasonable — one title from each promotion, split evenly across the two nights.
Scrooge’s fist SLAMS down on the folding table, rattling the cocoa mugs.
Scrooge: Reasonable?! It’s weak, Cratchit! You’re letting sentiment cloud your—
Cratchit: (cutting him off, sternly) Enough, Scrooge!
(He leans forward, eyes hard.)
Both NPCW and HCW have major events coming up on Halloween. Those outcomes could shift every title picture we’ve got. Holding back on the number of title matches is just common sense.
Scrooge’s glare could melt frost, but before he can snap again, Buddy the Elf clears his throat nervously, flipping open a thick binder marked “NPCW RULES & REGS — REVISED (Grimbough Era).”
Buddy: Uh, speaking of title matches… (pushes his glasses up) I found something odd in the rulebook.
Everyone turns to him.
Buddy: So, originally, all champions had to defend their title every 30 days against an approved contender. But during Fenwick Grimbough’s time as Rules Director, that was modified — changed to once per calendar month. Which is fine — makes scheduling easier, right?
Ms. Sweetins: (nodding) Right, that’s how we’ve been running it.
Buddy: (flipping pages) Right, except… the NPCW Universal Title is excluded from that rule. It says it’s defended only at the discretion of the champion, against a contender they deem worthy.
Everyone goes silent for a beat. Scrooge’s face tightens.
Buddy: But… I can’t find any record of the KWO Board signing off on that exemption.
Scrooge: (stammering slightly, eyes darting) I—I’m sure the paperwork is just missing. It must’ve been filed improperly.
Bernard: (raising a brow) I can check with the KWO’s rules division and confirm whether that amendment was approved or not. It wouldn’t take long—
Scrooge: (snapping) There’s no need, Bernard. No need to waste your precious Board time chasing old memos!
Bernard: (smiling) Oh, it’s no bother at all, Scrooge. I’d be happy to look into it — for NPCW’s transparency, of course.
Scrooge scowls and looks away, his knuckles tightening on his cane.
Ms. Sweetins: (breaking the tension) Moving on — Scrooge, when can we get back into the North Pole Arena? The women’s division has several segments planned for the reopening.
Scrooge: (straightening his coat, regaining composure) Everything is on course for the grand reopening during the November 2nd Northern Belles episode. Until then, the site is off-limits for safety reasons.
Ms. Sweetins: Off-limits? Even for the admin team?
Scrooge: (sharply) Especially for them. There have been… reports of staff sneaking in to “peek” at the renovations. Anyone caught on premises could be arrested for trespassing.
Ms. Sweetins: (sighs) Understood. But I do hope the team can access their offices soon. Some of us have work that needs doing.
Scrooge: It’s best to wait until the work is finished. No shortcuts, no early tours. Now— (straightens his vest) —the main event’s about to start, and I’d like to see if these “champions” of ours were worth all the hype and expense.
He grabs his coat, mutters something about “fools and budgets,” and exits with his cane tapping sharply against the floor. Buddy exchanges a worried glance with Bernard, who looks quietly amused.
Cratchit: (sighing) Every week I swear I’ll get a break… and every week, I’m wrong.
Buddy: (cheerful but nervous) On the bright side, at least the paperwork’s… um, interesting?
Ms. Sweetins shakes her head with a small laugh, and Bernard gathers his files as the camera slowly fades out — leaving Cratchit alone at the desk, staring at the growing stack of problems like a man watching an avalanche in slow motion.
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Making his way to the ring, the once and future king of the squared circle… regal, resolute, and righteous… this is KING ARTHUR!” | “Standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall, weighing in at 280 pounds… forged in battle and bound by vengeance… he is the bringer of reckoning—THE BLACK KNIGHT!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| Triumphant orchestral music with thunderous drums echoes through the arena as golden light floods the stage. King Arthur emerges in gleaming armor-inspired gear, Excalibur-like sword held high. He acknowledges the crowd with a noble salute before confidently marching to the ring. | The arena dims to twilight purple as a war drum slowly pounds. A medieval chant echoes ominously as plumes of dark smoke rise on the stage. Suddenly, a blinding white spotlight cuts through the mist, revealing Black Knight standing atop the ramp—clad in blackened armor, visor down, broadsword raised. He slowly marches to the ring, the clank of his boots echoing with every step like the toll of fate. He never speaks, never gestures to the crowd—his presence alone demands fear and respect. A warrior with no mercy, no remorse… only conquest. |
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for our main event! The legendary King Arthur, the noble leader of the Champions of Camelot, steps into the ring to face the dark and dangerous Black Knight — a man who’s been waging a one-man crusade against NPCW itself!
Eddie: Oh, give me a break, Johnny. The only crusade happening tonight is Black Knight crusading straight through Arthur’s pompous royal jawline. You want to talk about knights? This guy’s the real deal — ruthless, cold, and not out here to wave a sword around and make speeches about honor.
Johnny: I think King Arthur would disagree, Eddie. This man represents honor — strength through virtue — and you can see it in the way he carries himself. Merlin’s at ringside to lend moral support, and the crowd is fully behind their king tonight!
Eddie: Yeah, great, maybe Merlin can cast a spell to stop Black Knight from rearranging Arthur’s face.
Johnny: There’s the bell! And right out of the gate, the Black Knight launches into Arthur with Knight’s Fall! Oh my! That’s his signature Styles Clash right out of the gate!
Eddie: HA! That’s what I’m talking about! Knight’s not here to play pattycake — he’s here to make a statement!
Johnny: Arthur somehow survives the early onslaught and responds with sharp counters — look at those reversals! He’s finding his rhythm again after that early impact.
Eddie: Rhythm? He’s lucky his ribs are still in rhythm after that landing!
Johnny: Both men collide in the center — clothesline from Arthur! But wait—German suplex from the Black Knight! Both men are down!
Eddie: That’s how you do it! You hit ‘em with steel, you drop ‘em on their neck, and then you stare down that wizard in the corner like a real man!
Johnny: King Arthur tries to regain control — a jumping knee drop! No! Reversed! The Black Knight answers with an armdrag takedown that plants Arthur hard on the mat!
Eddie: Beautiful! Smooth as chainmail silk!
Johnny: Arthur’s got momentum now — Flowing DDT! He got all of it! The King is rallying!
Eddie: Oh, sure, now he’s awake. Took him seven minutes to remember he’s supposed to be the King!
Johnny: And look at Merlin on the outside — he’s chanting, calling to the crowd — wait a minute! Merlin just cast a curse on the Black Knight!
Eddie: WHAT?! Are you kidding me?! That’s illegal! Somebody arrest that wizard!
Johnny: The referee’s warning Merlin, but the damage is done! The Black Knight’s staggering! Arthur’s taking advantage with another DDT and a short-arm clothesline — he’s stringing offense together beautifully!
Eddie: That’s cheap magic, Johnny! The kind of thing they’d ban in any normal kingdom!
Johnny: Here we go — King’s Decree! The Pedigree connects! Arthur’s got him down!
Eddie: Kick out, Knight! Come on, you’re better than this!
Johnny: ONE! TWO—No! The Black Knight kicks out just in time!
Eddie: That’s right! You don’t beat the darkness that easy.
Johnny: The Black Knight answering back now — springboard 450 splash! He caught Arthur flush!
Eddie: That’s how a real knight flies — with style and no mercy!
Johnny: Both men are digging deep — the King with a knee drop, the Knight with another splash! You can see the sweat flying off both these warriors!
Eddie: I can see the excuses forming too, Johnny. When Arthur loses, Merlin’s gonna say the stars weren’t aligned or his crown wasn’t polished enough!
Johnny: King Arthur connects with a Flowing DDT! The crowd is on fire! But the Knight answers with another brutal German suplex! What a match!
Eddie: These guys are throwing bombs, and I love it!
Johnny: Wait a second — both men go for their finishers! Arthur’s King’s Decree! Black Knight’s Knight’s Fall! But Arthur lands first! He hits it clean!
Eddie: NO! Kick out of that, you magnificent dark destroyer!
Johnny: ONE! TWO—NO! The Knight somehow kicks out again!
Eddie: The man’s unstoppable! He’s iron in human form!
Johnny: The Black Knight goes high again — 450 splash — connects! Arthur’s reeling! But wait — Arthur’s up! How’s he standing?! He grabs the Knight — KING’S DECREE! He nails it!
Eddie: NO!
Johnny: ONE! TWO! THREE! He got him! King Arthur does it!
WINNER: KING ARTHUR DEFEATS THE BLACK KNIGHT VIA PINFALL AT THE 20-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: King Arthur stands tall! What a war between these two knights! Merlin crowns his King — the crowd’s roaring their approval — a true symbol of Camelot’s might!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, fine, let him have his royal moment. The man got lucky, Johnny. You know it, I know it, and the Black Knight knows it!
Suddenly, the Black Knight blindsides Arthur from behind with a vicious chair shot!
Johnny: OH COME ON! From behind! That’s uncalled for!
Eddie: That’s called a lesson in humility, Johnny — class is in session!
Black Knight hurls Merlin out of the ring and snatches Arthur’s crown, snapping it clean in half.
Johnny: He broke the crown! The symbol of Camelot — shattered!
The arena goes dark. On the Jumbotron, the emblem of The Broken Crown flickers to life, accompanied by chilling, sinister laughter.
Eddie: Hahaha! Oh, that sound is beautiful!
Johnny: This is disgusting! Arthur’s knights — Lancelot, Gawain, and Galahad — are rushing the ring! The Black Knight’s retreating through the crowd!
Arthur rises slowly, clutching the broken crown, Merlin beside him, the Knights of Camelot standing guard as the show fades out.
Johnny: Camelot stands wounded… but not fallen. The war between the Crown and the Broken has just begun.
Eddie: And I’m betting on the Broken!
Fade to black.
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