Aired - October 25, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
The Great & Wonderful Negronomicon
For HCW Night of Convergence – Columbia, SC
[OPENING SHOT]
Golden spotlight on Ebenezer Scrooge, standing in front of a lavish merchandise booth decked with dollar signs, neon, and shelves of Negronomicon masks. A giant banner reads:
💀🔥 *“The Great & Wonderful Negronomicon – Live in Columbia!” 🔥💀
Scrooge (booming voice, cane raised):
“Ladies and gentlemen, history is expensive— and tonight, it can be YOURS! Because for a mere $100,000— paid entirely out of my pocket, of course— I have secured the exclusive return of a legend, a trailblazer, a Hall of Fame immortal… THE GREAT AND WONDERFUL NEGRONOMICON!”
[Cue pyro as Negronomicon slowly steps through smoke in full mask, championship belt over his shoulder, arms crossed like royalty.]
Negronomicon (serious, smug):
“Finally, the ignorant masses get what they’ve begged for all these years… ME. You’re not welcome— but you are lucky.”
The Pitch
Scrooge (gesturing to booth, over-the-top hype):
“Fans, for the first time EVER at Columbia’s Convergence, you’ll get to meet the man who survived the Bermuda Triangle, conquered Survivor Island, and redefined greatness— face-to-mask with Negronomicon himself! Autographs! Photographs! And if your wallet is big enough, maybe— just maybe— he’ll acknowledge your existence!”
[Cut to Negronomicon sitting at a velvet throne behind the booth, sunglasses over his mask, sipping sparkling water from a crystal goblet.]
Negronomicon (cutting in, condescending):
“I demand chilled Fiji water at exactly forty-two degrees. My pen must be dipped in gold ink. And NO— I will not sign your baby. Unless your baby pays me first.”
Scrooge (laughing nervously, still hyping):
“HA! What a sense of humor! And for just $250, you too can purchase an autographed photo of this living legend! For $500, you can get your very own replica Negronomicon mask— perfect for pretending you’re half the man he is! And for $999, the Premium Package: a handshake, a photo, and the privilege of standing next to greatness for exactly three seconds!”
Negronomicon (leaning into camera, dead serious):
“Don’t touch me unless you’ve paid. And don’t breathe too loud. I can hear it.”
Comedic Finale
Scrooge (slamming cane, shouting):
“THIS is the deal of a lifetime, Columbia! Donnie B couldn’t buy him, the fans couldn’t beg him— but I, Ebenezer Scrooge, have delivered THE NEGRONOMICON to Convergence Night Two!”
Negronomicon (raising belt, sneering):
“You’re welcome. N… Out.”
[Screen explodes with graphics of Negronomicon’s face, dollar signs, and the text:]
💀🔥 “Meet the Legend – Meet the Ego – Meet Negronomicon at Convergence!” 🔥💀
Announcer (dramatic final line):
“Columbia, South Carolina — HCW Night of Convergence — Don’t miss your chance… to pay dearly for greatness!”
[END.]
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:
- 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 | Lilith | VS | Penny Coppersnap |
| 2 | Abaddon | VS | Hansel |
| 3 | Queens of Punishment Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess | VS | Crimson Vane and Gretel |
| 4 | Krampus and Jack Frost | VS | Rudolph and Van Helsing |
| 5 | Big Bad Wolf | VS | Knecht Ruprecht |
| 6 | Sandman | VS | Jolly Green |
| 7 | Goldie Locks | VS | Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns |
| Main Event | Negropolis and The Disciples | VS | Marcus and The Beasts |
INTERVIEWS AND VIGNETTES | |||
| Negropolis | Abaddon | Rudolph | New Samoan Bloodline |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (voiceover): “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Polar Power, live on the road from beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia! The North Pole Arena may be under renovation—but tonight, this crowd right here is louder than a blizzard in December!”
Crowd Scan – Fan Sections:
- River Reapers Section: A group of rowdy fans dressed in overalls and straw hats wave fishing poles and homemade oars with signs reading “HOOKED ON THE REAPERS!” and “TOM & HUCK: REAP WHAT YOU SOW!”
- Rudolph Section: Kids wearing glowing red noses chant “RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!” while holding signs like “BELIEVE IN THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT” and “NEXT NORTH POLE CHAMP!”
- Santa Claus & Kris Kringle Section: Fans in Santa hats hold up “CLAUS FOR CAUSE!” banners while some older fans sport vintage “KRINGLE’S COMIN’ TO TOWN” T-shirts, showing respect for the grizzled veteran.
- Crimson Vane Section: A group of gothic fans in red and black chant “VANE! VANE! VANE!” and hold up signs like “THE LEGACY LIVES!” and “ONCE UPON A BLOODLINE.”
- Obsidian Covenant Section: The lights dim slightly as a group of eerie fans in cloaks hold up handmade cardboard masks of Negropolis, Flippers, and The Disciples, waving black lanterns that glow violet. Their banner reads “THE DARKNESS IS RISING.”
- Goldie Locks Section: The Blonde Bombshells’ fanbase shines bright — literally — as fans wave golden pom-poms and hold up sparkly signs saying “GOLDEN GIRL ENERGY!” and “GOLDIE > THORNS!”
- Primal Horde Section: The arena rumbles with a section of fans in faux fur and Beast masks pounding their chests, chanting “BEASTS! BEASTS! BEASTS!” and waving a huge banner reading “IN JACK WE TRUST!”
- Sandman Section: Fans in black hoodies hold up “SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” signs while others swing toy dreamcatchers. A few are chanting in a slow, eerie rhythm: “REST... IN... BLISS...”
- Champions of Camelot Section: A majestic corner of the arena gleams with fans wearing paper crowns and carrying banners of Arthur’s crest reading “LONG LIVE THE KING!” and “CAM-A-LOT FOREVER!”
AT THE ANNOUNCE DESK
Camera pans to the announce table where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington sit in front of the roaring crowd. Johnny’s all smiles; Eddie adjusts his expensive scarf, smirking smugly at the camera.
Johnny: Welcome, everyone, to NPCW Polar Power! We are just one week away from Halloween Horror, and just three weeks away from the massive Convergence Supercard, where worlds will collide in one of the biggest events in NPCW history!
Eddie: That’s right, Johnny! The biggest event — and the one that’s going to prove, once and for all, that the stars of NPCW can hang with the best that HCW has to offer. Well… at least some of them.
Johnny: Speaking of Convergence, the Night One Main Event has been set — Santa Claus teams up with Jax Brenner to take on The Yeti and a mystery partner!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah, the “mystery partner.” My money’s on Sinister Klaus, the real top dog of the North Pole. But maybe it’s Frankenstein’s Monster, or Big Bad Wolf, or even Marcus the Beastmaster! Whoever it is, I just hope they shut Santa up for good.
Johnny: You’ve got to hand it to Santa though — still taking on the biggest and baddest, last week he had a Russian Chain Match against Belsnickel and now training for the big main event at Convergence.
Eddie: He should be training for retirement, Johnny. That’s what he should be doing.
RUDOLPH UPDATE
Johnny: But speaking of comebacks — we’re expecting to hear from Rudolph later tonight! After healing up since Shadowfall, he’s finally ready to step back into the ring tonight in tag action. But next week he is to challenge Mean Jack Mason for the North Pole Championship!
Eddie: Oh, goodie. The red-nosed reindeer returns. Maybe he’ll shine up Mason’s boots before he loses.
Johnny: Oh, come on now! Rudolph’s one of the toughest competitors in NPCW history, and he’s going to give everything he’s got.
Eddie: Everything he’s got won’t be enough. Mason’s the champion for a reason, and that reason is called ruthlessness.
NEXT WEEK: HALLOWEEN HORROR PREVIEW
Johnny: Later tonight, we’ll run down the full card for Halloween Horror, and folks — it’s going to be a monster of a night!
Eddie: Monsters, ghosts, chains, and probably some poor rookie getting buried alive. I can’t wait!
TONIGHT’S MAIN EVENT PREVIEW
Johnny: And tonight’s main event — what a clash it’s going to be! The Primal Horde’s Marcus the Beastmaster and The Beasts take on the Obsidian Covenant’s Negropolis and his two Disciples!
Eddie: Oh, now this I’m excited for. The Horde is back on track, baby! Marcus has those monsters refocused, and tonight they’re going to tear the Covenant limb from limb!
Johnny: I’m not so sure, Eddie. The Beasts haven’t quite looked as ferocious as they used to — something’s felt… off.
Eddie: Off?! They’re wild animals! They don’t have “off days,” they just eat slower sometimes.
MATCH CARD RUNDOWN
Johnny: Let’s take a look at tonight’s stacked lineup!
MATCH 1: Lilith vs. Penny Coppersnap
Eddie: Lilith’s going to destroy her. Penny’s about as threatening as a candy cane.
Johnny: Don’t count Penny out, Eddie — she’s got fire in her, and she’s been training hard since her last match.
MATCH 2: Abaddon vs. Hansel
Johnny: Hansel’s looking to get back in the win column tonight against one of the most terrifying creatures in NPCW.
Eddie: Abaddon’s going to eat him alive. Literally.
MATCH 3: Queens of Punishment (Crimson Viper & Dark Duchess) vs. Crimson Vane & Gretel
Johnny: This one’s going to be personal — Crimson Vane teaming with Gretel to take on the sadistic Queens!
Eddie: Vane’s too emotional. The Queens are professionals — cold, cruel, efficient.
MATCH 4: Krampus & Jack Frost vs. Rudolph & Van Helsing
Johnny: Now this is going to be wild — two monsters versus two of NPCW’s bravest heroes!
Eddie: Heroes? You mean holiday mascots. Krampus and Frost are going to send those two back to the toy shop.
MATCH 5: Big Bad Wolf vs. Knecht Ruprecht
Johnny: A real clash of beasts here.
Eddie: The Wolf’s unpredictable, but Ruprecht’s got that mean streak. This could get ugly fast.
MATCH 6 (Non-Title): Sandman (Northern Lights Champion) vs. Jolly Green
Johnny: Big opportunity for Jolly Green if he can pin the champion tonight!
Eddie: Not a chance. Sandman’s a nightmare come to life — Green’s about to find out what insomnia feels like.
MATCH 7: Goldie Locks vs. Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns
Johnny: One of the brightest stars of the women’s division against one of its darkest forces.
Eddie: Goldie’s in over her golden head. The Queen of Thorns doesn’t lose — she inflicts.
MAIN EVENT: Negropolis & The Disciples vs. Marcus the Beastmaster & The Beasts
Johnny: What a war this will be! The Covenant’s darkness against the primal savagery of the Horde.
Eddie: And I’m calling it now — the Beasts are back. Marcus is going to remind Negropolis why the Horde ruled this place before the shadows crept in.
Johnny: Folks, it’s a night full of chaos, combat, and championship implications! Don’t go anywhere — Polar Power is LIVE, and we’re just getting started!
Eddie: Let’s get to the carnage already!
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Johnny “the Mic” Michaels | The Expert of Elocution - Eddie Ellington |
| Louie Linville RING ANNOUNCER | Smooth Samantha INTERVIEWER |
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
(The camera fades in on a cramped makeshift office backstage. Papers are stacked high, the lighting flickers, and a space heater hums in the corner. Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits behind a desk cluttered with NPCW documents, looking utterly exhausted. He signs a form, sighs deeply, and mutters something about “too many special stipulations.” Meanwhile, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, is NPCW Special Advisor Ebenezer Scrooge — sharply dressed in an immaculate pinstripe suit, gold chain glinting under the weak light, and a look of pure irritation plastered across his face.)
Cratchit: (rubbing his temples) “Ebeneezer… for heaven’s sake, would you please stop pacing? You’re wearing a hole clear through the carpet.”
Scrooge: (snaps) “A hole in the carpet!? Bob, you should be worrying about the hole in our budget!”
Cratchit: (sighs) “Here we go…”
Scrooge: (gesturing wildly) “The biggest injustice yet! Splitting Convergence into two locations—two separate venues! It’s madness! Two production crews, two lighting setups, double the security, and don’t get me started on the travel expenses. Both nights should have been right at the North Pole Arena!”
Cratchit: “Convergence is a partnership with HCW and both organizations will share in the rewards and accolades.”
Scrooge: (throws his hands up) “Bah! Humbug to partnerships! I’d have held the event in a frozen barn if it saved me a shilling!”
(Before Cratchit can reply, there’s a firm knock on the door. It opens, and in steps Robin Hood, wearing his black battle gear and his signature white-and-black face paint — a darker edge than usual in his expression. He closes the door behind him and crosses his arms, standing tall between Cratchit and Scrooge.)
Cratchit: (looking up) “Robin, what can I do for you?”
Robin Hood: “Commissioner, I’ll get right to the point. I agreed to be Brick Brody’s partner tomorrow night — that’s fine. Next week, I’ve got Abaddon locked inside Hell in a Cell — that’s fine too. But after that? I want what’s mine — a shot at the North Pole Title.”
(Scrooge stops pacing and bursts into a loud, sarcastic laugh.)
Scrooge: “You? A title shot? Ha! You really think you’ve earned that privilege, do you? Oh, that’s rich, even for you, Hood.”
(Robin slowly turns toward Scrooge, stepping close enough that the older man takes an instinctive half-step back. The tension crackles like static. Robin’s voice drops low, deadly calm.)
Robin Hood: “Careful, old man. The last person who mocked me ended up missing a few teeth.”
Cratchit: (interjecting quickly) “Now, now—let’s all settle down before this turns into a real fight.”
(Robin’s eyes stay locked on Scrooge as he speaks.)
Robin Hood: “I came here to make this official, Cratchit. You’re the commissioner. So what’s it going to be?”
(Cratchit leans back, folding his hands, thinking for a moment.)
Cratchit: “Robin, you’ve been a dependable competitor. You’ve held gold before — Northern Lights Champion, if I recall…”
Scrooge: (mockingly, cutting in) “For one day!”
(Robin whips his head toward Scrooge, glaring daggers. Scrooge immediately looks elsewhere, pretending to adjust his cufflinks.)
Cratchit: (ignoring the interruption) “As I was saying — you’ve proven yourself, but title shots are earned, not demanded. So here’s the deal: defeat Abaddon next week at Halloween Horror — inside that Hell in a Cell — and after Convergence, you’ll get your North Pole Title shot.”
(Robin nods slowly. He looks back at Scrooge, smirking slightly — a predator’s smile.)
Robin Hood: “I’ll take that deal. And when it’s done… maybe I’ll come back here and teach your ‘advisor’ some respect.”
(He turns and storms out of the office, leaving the door swinging on its hinges. Scrooge mutters something under his breath as he straightens his tie.)
Scrooge: “Arrogant peasant…”
(Cratchit just shakes his head and returns to his paperwork as the camera fades to black.)
Back to Ringside
Johnny: “Well, there you have it, folks! Commissioner Cratchit laying down the decree — Robin Hood’s got to survive Hell in a Cell against Abaddon next week if he wants a shot at the North Pole Championship!”
Eddie: “Ha! Johnny, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all night! Robin Hood ‘survive’ Abaddon? That’s like asking a campfire to outlast a snowstorm! He’s finished — absolutely finished!”
Johnny: “Eddie, you’ve doubted Robin before, and every time he finds a way to pull off the impossible.”
Eddie: “Oh please! The man couldn’t even hold onto the Northern Lights Title for twenty-four hours. He should be grateful he’s not in a cell with Scrooge — at least Scrooge would outsmart him in ten seconds flat.”
Johnny: “We’ll see what happens next week at Halloween Horror — one of the most dangerous matches in NPCW history! But tonight, folks, the action continues here on Polar Power — live from Vancouver!”
(Crowd cheers as the camera pans over the excited audience once more and the broadcast cuts to the next match graphic.)
MATCH 1 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!” | "Ladies and gentlemen, now making her way to the ring… hailing from the Goblin Market, where magic is the currency and mischief is the trade… she is the sparkling sprite of speed and cunning… ‘Whistle Wick’… PENNNNY COPPPPPERSNAP!" |
| 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. | The lights flicker gold and green as a jaunty, mischievous carnival tune kicks in, layered with faint jingling bells and the sound of an old market crowd. Penny Coppersnap bursts through the curtain in a flurry of glitter, skipping and twirling with mock “sales pitches” to the audience, pretending to trade imaginary charms for cheers. She darts side-to-side down the ramp, stopping to pull “invisible trinkets” from her pouches and offer them to kids in the front row before sliding under the bottom rope and striking a proud “merchant’s pose” in the ring. |
(The lights dim and a haunting crimson mist fills the rampway. Out steps Lilith, eyes like burning coals, led by the ever-smirking Grinch Heyman, clutching his trademark vintage mobile phone. The crowd boos loudly as Heyman waves his hand, shouting, “BOW BEFORE YOUR NEW NIGHTMARE!” Lilith slithers into the ring, her expression cold and menacing.)
(Moments later, the crowd roars as Penny Coppersnap bursts through the curtain — bright, brash, and full of energy. She high-fives fans, tossing shiny chocolate coins into the crowd before leaping up onto the apron. The contrast between her cheer and Lilith’s dark presence couldn’t be starker.)
Johnny: “The Vancouver crowd is fired up, and we’re starting tonight with a clash of personalities! Lilith, dark and dangerous, with Grinch Heyman in her corner — and across from her, one of the most beloved competitors in NPCW, Penny Coppersnap!”
Eddie: “Beloved? You mean naïve! Penny’s like a child wandering into a haunted house — and Lilith is the ghost that’s going to make her regret it!”
Johnny: “And there’s the bell! Lilith charges in — running big boot! Penny barely saw it coming!”
Eddie: “That’s what I like to see, Johnny! No wasting time, no dancing around. Straight to the face!”
Johnny: “Penny trying to get her bearings, she fires back — Wicked Spinner Special! Spinning snapmare driver connects! Both women are down early!”
Eddie: “She got lucky, that’s all. Give Lilith a second and she’ll rip that candy-colored ponytail right out of her head.”
Johnny: “Heyman on the outside — what’s he doing? Oh come on! He just smashed Penny with that cell phone!”
Eddie: “Heyman’s got unlimited minutes, Johnny! That was a tactical call to victory!”
Johnny: “Disgusting. But Lilith takes advantage, drops Penny with the Abyssal Slam! Hooks the leg—one, two—no! Penny kicks out!”
Johnny: “Penny’s still in it — she fires off a suplex! Snapsnare Suplex plants Lilith on the mat!”
Eddie: “For all the good it’ll do her. Lilith doesn’t bleed, Johnny. She doesn’t feel pain, she feeds on it.”
Johnny: “Well she might start feeling something if Penny hits that Greed Goblin Slam—she’s got her—no, Heyman again! Another cell phone shot! Referee Honest Abe didn’t see it!”
Eddie: “Hey, Abe’s honest, not omniscient! Lilith capitalizes! Pin attempt—no, Penny reverses! One, two—Lilith kicks out!”
Johnny: “The crowd’s on their feet — Penny with the Market Pounders! Those double hammers are landing hard!”
Eddie: “They’re landing on a demon, Johnny! You can’t hammer what’s already been forged in the abyss!”
Johnny: “Lilith fires back — Demon’s Embrace! She’s got that Code of Silence locked in tight!”
Eddie: “Tap, Penny, tap! The poor girl’s lungs are going to collapse before her piggy bank does!”
Johnny: “But Penny refuses! She’s fighting it off — twisting, clawing—she breaks free somehow!”
Johnny: “What heart from Penny Coppersnap! She’s giving this everything she’s got—Penny Drop Panic! She nails it!”
Eddie: “Yeah, and it’ll buy her about ten seconds before Lilith wakes back up!”
Johnny: “Both women staggering—Lilith rebounds off the ropes—Atomic Drop to Hell! connects! And now a Dread Kick!—Superkick right on the jaw!”
Eddie: “That’s it! That’s the shot that knocks the sugar out of her system!”
Johnny: “Lilith hooks the leg—one, two—no! Penny kicks out again! Unbelievable resilience from the Candy Queen!”
Johnny: “Penny fires off more Market Pounders—but Lilith reverses! Dread Kick again! Penny’s out on her feet!”
Eddie: “She’s done! Count it, Abe! Count it slow, savor it!”
Johnny: “Lilith with a Vertical Suplex! Perfect execution — she bridges for the pin!”
Eddie: “That’s how you end a fairy tale, Johnny!”
Johnny: “One! Two! Three! It’s over! Lilith gets the win with authority!”
LILITH DEFEATS PENNY COPPERSNAP VIA PINFALL AT THE 16-MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “A strong performance by Penny Coppersnap, but the numbers game — and those underhanded tactics from Grinch Heyman — were just too much tonight.”
Eddie: “Underhanded? Please! That was beautiful strategy. Penny’s off to the candy shop for some aspirin, and Lilith’s walking out looking like the queen of darkness!”
Johnny: “You can say what you want, Eddie, but Penny’s got nothing to be ashamed of — she stood toe-to-toe with one of the most dangerous women in NPCW. But folks, we’re just getting started — still to come tonight, the Queens of Punishment, Rudolph and Van Helsing, and a huge six-man main event!”
(Camera pans to the crowd chanting “PENNY! PENNY!” as Lilith smirks coldly, standing tall beside a grinning Grinch Heyman. Fade to commercial.)
THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT
(Camera cuts backstage where Smooth Samantha stands poised, professional as ever, microphone in hand. The lighting around her flickers ominously — black candles, stone textures, and faint Gregorian chanting humming beneath the audio feed. Standing beside her are Father MacDougall, Negropolis, the silent Disciples of the Covenant, and the ever-awkward yet loyal Flippers the Penguin, who is puffing out his chest, trying desperately to look intimidating — though he mostly looks adorable.)
Smooth Samantha:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome The Obsidian Covenant. Tonight, Father MacDougall,Negropolis and his Disciples will take on the Primal Horde’s Marcus the Beast Master and The Beasts — a match weeks in the making. Father MacDougall, what’s the Covenant’s state of mind heading into this war?”
(Father MacDougall adjusts his bow tie, his eyes wild beneath his bushy brows. His Scottish brogue drips with fire and faith as he steps up to the mic.)
Father MacDougall:
“State o’ mind, lass? STATE O’ MIND?! Our minds are sharp as blades forged in purgatory! The Primal Horde may be big, they may be brutal, but they’ve got the intellect o’ snow and the faith o’ nothin’!”
(He gestures to the silent Disciples beside him — who stand motionless, heads slightly bowed like soldiers awaiting a holy crusade.)
“Disciple One already defeated Marcus the Beast Master at Wrestlefest — he broke the man’s will! And tonight, the Covenant shall do it again! Because ye cannae outmuscle those who fight with purpose!”
(Flippers raises his flipper with a tiny growl — or at least what he thinks is a growl — which earns an approving nod from Father MacDougall.)
Smooth Samantha:
“Father, it’s clear you and your flock are ready for the Horde… but looking ahead — at Convergence — Negropolis, you’re set to face HCW’s own Inferno, Nico Burnett. Any thoughts on that matchup?”
(Father MacDougall tilts his head with genuine confusion, his brows knitting together like tangled rope.)
Father MacDougall:
“Who?”
(Smooth Samantha blinks.)
Smooth Samantha:
“Nico Burnett — the Inferno?”
(MacDougall scoffs and waves his hand dismissively.)
Father MacDougall:
“Never heard o’ him! Probably another torchbearer who thinks he can light the dark! Ha! The Covenant is the dark, lass! We dinnae fear fire — we snuff it out!”
(Negropolis lets out a low, gravelly chuckle from behind him. He steps forward, towering over Samantha, the camera zooming slightly upward to catch his skull mask in shadow.)
Negropolis:
(Gravelly, slow, deliberate)
“I’ll deal with the fire when the time comes… but my eyes aren’t on Convergence… they’re on something — someone — else.”
(He turns his head slightly toward the camera, and the lights dim another shade darker. The crowd in the arena can be heard reacting as they know what’s coming.)
Negropolis:
“Mean Jack Mason.”
(He pauses, letting the name hang heavy in the air like an invocation.)
“You think time makes me forget? You think gold around your waist makes you untouchable? No, Jack… time doesn’t heal. It festers. It rots. Every day you stand there as champion, I remember what you did — and every shadow I walk through whispers your name.”
(He clenches his fist, the black leather of his gloves creaking audibly in the mic.)
“I don’t care if it’s for the North Pole Title or for nothin’ at all… I just want you. One on one. In that ring. No allies, no cameras, no light — just pain, and the darkness you left behind.”
(He steps closer to the mic, voice dropping into a gravelly hiss.)
“When the Covenant rises… you’ll kneel. Or you’ll break.”
(Negropolis turns and walks off, the Disciples silently following. Father MacDougall laughs maniacally before giving Samantha a quick blessing with his hand — and then, bizarrely, Flippers waddles after them, flapping his wings dramatically as the camera cuts back to the announce desk.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Well… if that didn’t send a chill down your spine, folks, check your pulse. Negropolis just fired a direct warning shot at the North Pole Champion, Mean Jack Mason — and something tells me this isn’t going to end with words.”
Eddie Ellington: “I’ll tell ya what, Johnny — Negropolis is obsessed. I love it! The man’s not after titles, he’s after vengeance! And when he finally gets Jack Mason one-on-one, it’s not gonna be a wrestling match — it’s gonna be a reckoning.”
Johnny: “And before that, his Disciples have a war tonight against the Primal Horde — a match weeks in the making! The Covenant looks ready, the Horde looks hungry — it’s chaos waiting to explode!”
Eddie: “Chaos, violence, and maybe a penguin bite or two — Polar Power’s just getting warmed up!”
(Camera fades back to the ring, where the crowd buzzes with anticipation for the next match.)
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “He is the harbinger of annihilation… the DEMON OF DESTRUCTION… weighing in at 320 pounds of chaos and carnage… THIS… IS… ABADDON!” | “Making his way to the ring… standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing 175 pounds… the rising star of the Hunters’ Enclave… the scourge of spellcasters everywhere—HANSEL, THE WITCH HUNTER!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A deep rumble shakes the arena as red strobe lights flicker to a pounding war drum beat. Abaddon storms out, muscles rippling and eyes blazing. Clad in demonic armor and breathing heavily through a spiked mask, he rips apart a chain across his chest before roaring at the crowd. | A pulse-pounding modern rock track with galloping guitars and arcane chants hits the speakers as glowing runes spin on the titantron. Blue and gold lights flash as Hansel bursts through the curtain in his stylish, enchanted leather gear—part Van Helsing, part action hero. With a confident smirk and windswept long blonde hair, he acknowledges the crowd with a cocky point and a wink. His crossbow rests slung over his shoulder as he descends the ramp, flexing just enough for the fans in the front row. He leaps onto the apron with an athletic flair and soaks in the adoration before entering the ring with a spinning flourish. |
(The arena lights dim to a deep crimson as guttural chanting fills the Vancouver arena. Out of the fog emerges Abaddon, his face twisted into a devilish grin, flanked by the seductive and sinister Lilith and the grinning, sharp-tongued Grinch Heyman. Flames erupt on the entrance ramp as Heyman raises a clawed hand toward the heavens, bellowing about “THE TRUE LORD OF PAIN!” The crowd rains down boos, but Abaddon feeds off it, smirking as he steps into the ring, dripping menace.)
(Moments later, the crowd erupts into cheers as Hansel bursts through the curtain, wearing his rugged hunter’s coat, crossbow emblem proudly displayed on his back. He slaps hands with fans on his way down, eyes locked on Abaddon. Tonight isn’t about mind games — it’s about momentum, and he’s got both Sandman and a title shot in his sights next week.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Listen to this crowd, Eddie! Hansel looks fired up tonight — and he’s got every reason to be. He’s got a Northern Lights Title match next week against Sandman, but first, he’s got to get through the demonic monster known as Abaddon!”
Eddie Ellington:“Oh, please, Johnny. Hansel’s gonna get skinned alive out here! You don’t fight the Demon of Destruction and walk away smiling. You walk away smoking! Abaddon’s on another level — Lilith and the Grinch have him more focused than ever!”
(The bell rings. The match starts hot — Hansel moving fast, trying to stay ahead of Abaddon’s raw strength.)
Johnny:“Quick start here! Hansel going low — Spinning Toe Hold! That’s a smart strategy, Eddie — he’s trying to chop the big man down!”
Eddie:“Sure, smart — until you realize you can’t twist the leg of something that doesn’t feel pain! Abaddon’s not a man, Johnny, he’s a nightmare wrapped in flesh!”
(Abaddon counters with brute force, nailing Hansel with a devastating Hellbreaker Backbreaker, then follows with a Netherstrike Kneelift, folding Hansel in half.)
Johnny:“Oh! That was brutal — the Netherstrike right to the chest! Hansel’s gasping for air!”
Eddie:“That’s called knocking the lungs out of a lumberjack! Abaddon’s showing Robin Hood what’s coming next week — broken bones and burned souls!”
(Hansel rallies with a dropkick and a Spine Crusher, the crowd cheering as he mounts some offense. But every time he gets rolling, Lilith makes her presence known — clawing at Hansel’s face, whispering seductive taunts from ringside.)
Johnny:“Lilith again getting involved! Referee Honest Abe’s gotta keep her under control!”
Eddie:“Oh, leave her alone, Johnny! She’s just… motivating her man! You ever been motivated by a demoness in leather? Changes your life!”
(Abaddon hits the Hell’s Fury – Triple Non-Release Powerbomb, shaking the ring! He covers — one, two — Hansel kicks out! The fans explode in cheers.)
Johnny: “Hansel kicked out! How did he kick out?!”
Eddie:“Stupidity and stubbornness, that’s how! He doesn’t know when to quit — and Abaddon’s gonna teach him!”
(Hansel gets another rally — Flying Forearm Smash, Belly-to-Belly Suplex, even locks in the Boston Crab, but Abaddon powers out every time. The crowd is on their feet now, split between the hunter and the hellspawn.)
(Then, in the 19th minute — chaos. Lilith climbs onto the apron and sprays Dark Mist straight into Hansel’s eyes! The referee doesn’t see it! Abaddon grabs the blinded hunter, roars to the heavens, and plants him with Abaddon’s Fury (F-5) right in the center of the ring!)
Johnny: “Come on! The mist! That was blatant!”
Eddie: “I didn’t see a thing, Johnny — maybe Hansel tripped over his own boots!”
(Abaddon hooks the leg as Lilith cackles in the background —)
1… 2… 3!
ABADDON DEFEATS HANSEL VIA PINFALL AT THE 19-MINUTE MARK.
(The bell rings but Abaddon isn’t done. He kneels over Hansel, laughing maniacally. Lilith joins in, raking her nails across Hansel’s forehead as the Grinch Heyman claps in delight.)
Johnny: “Oh, come on now! The match is over — somebody stop this!”
Eddie: “This is what dominance looks like, Johnny! This is Abaddon sending a message to Robin Hood — and to everyone in NPCW!”
(Abaddon lifts Hansel’s limp head and growls into the camera.)
Abaddon (snarling): “This… is what happens… when you step into MY world! Robin Hood — Owen Zestwell — you’re next to BURN in the flames of the Legion!”
(Suddenly — the crowd ERUPTS as HCW’s Orange Fury — Owen Zestwell — rushes down the ramp! The orange-clad powerhouse slides into the ring and tackles Abaddon! The two brawl viciously — fists flying, bodies slamming into the ropes. Lilith shrieks as Owen fires off a massive clothesline, sending Abaddon stumbling!))
Johnny: “It’s Owen Zestwell! The Orange Fury is here! That’s Abaddon’s opponent at Convergence!”
Eddie: “What’s he doing here?! He’s got no business in our house! Get him out of there!”
(Security floods the ring as both men try to break free, clawing toward each other. Lilith hurls curses while Grinch Heyman shouts, “YOU’VE MADE A MISTAKE, FURY!” The crowd chants “LET THEM FIGHT!” as the two men snarl and point at each other from opposite sides of the barricade.)
Johnny: “Security holding them back — but that’s the collision we’re gonna see at Convergence, Eddie! Abaddon versus Owen Zestwell — NPCW meets HCW in a battle of fury and fire!”
Eddie: “Abaddon’s gonna end that man’s career! He’s gonna tear him apart and use that orange jacket to mop the floor of hell itself!”
Johnny: “Abaddon gets the win tonight, but it’s chaos here in Vancouver — and it’s only going to get hotter heading into Convergence!”
(Camera pans to the chaos around the ring — Hansel being helped to the back, Abaddon screaming curses while security restrains him, and Owen Zestwell pointing right back, shouting, “YOU’RE MINE AT CONVERGENCE!”)
MATCH 3 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… introducing first… at a combined weight of two-hundred and ninety-two pounds… from the darkest forests of Eastern Europe… the fairy-tale huntress and the gothic predator… they are the nightmare that hunts the hunted… Gretel and Crimson Vane!” |
| 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 arena dims to a cold blue haze as the opening toll of a deep church bell echoes. A haunting mashup of dark symphonic metal and gothic orchestral strings fills the air, laced with the sound of distant howls. From the curtain, Crimson Vane emerges first in her crimson hooded cloak, silver-tipped cane sword in hand, scanning the arena like a predator choosing prey. The fog swirls as Gretel steps beside her, axe over her shoulder, grinning with fierce confidence. They walk slowly to the ring, eyes locked forward, brushing off the crowd’s cheers with an icy calm.When they reach ringside, Gretel swings her axe toward the hardcam, while Crimson draws her crimson-gloved thumb across her throat. In unison, they raise their heads to the rafters as a wolf’s howl and raven’s caw echo through the arena. |
Johnny: Fans, this one’s got combustible energy written all over it! The Queens of Punishment—Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess—against the fiery pairing of Crimson Vane and Gretel from the Hunter’s Enclave!
Eddie: Yeah, and look at the Queens, Johnny! Regal, ruthless, and ready to rearrange faces. Meanwhile, you’ve got Gretel—the only woman I know who looks like she’s still mad at the oven!
Johnny: Oh, will you stop! The bell rings, and right off the bat Vane and Gretel showing great chemistry—double teaming Viper! A Crimson Thornplant DDT from Vane followed by a Rolling Fireman’s Carry from Gretel!
Eddie: Disgraceful! Two-on-one before the tea’s even poured! If the Mad Hatter was out here, he’d have called a tea break on principle!
Johnny: The Queens are reeling early! Vane with that Widow’s Howl axe kick—good night! But wait—Viper counters moments later with a belly-to-back suplex! She’s got power and poise!
Eddie: And brains! She’s not gonna be outclassed by that gothic growler Vane.
Johnny: Third minute now—Vane locks in the Snare of Silence! Crossface submission cinched in tight!
Eddie: But here comes the Duchess! The Queen of Spades with the save, and that’s why they’re champions of coordination!
Johnny: The referee’s losing control—Viper and Duchess are double-teaming Vane now! Successive snap suplexes from Viper, and Duchess following with that Straight Jacket Choke!
Eddie: That’s what you call teamwork, Johnny! These two are a masterclass in malicious elegance!
Johnny: But Vane fights back! Banshee Claw uppercut! That echoed through the tundra! She tags in Gretel, and here comes the powerhouse from the Enclave!
Eddie: Powerhouse? Please. She’s just stubborn. Look at her walking into a double team again! Duchess and Viper hitting that Off With Their Heads flying clothesline—followed by a Spade’s Edge Crossface! Gretel’s in trouble!
Johnny: She’s trying to hang in there! But the Queens are methodical—systematic—tagging in and out, cutting the ring in half!
Eddie: Like chess, Johnny. And Gretel’s the pawn.
Johnny: Gretel fires back with a Superkick! She might’ve broken Viper’s jaw with that one! She makes the tag—here comes Vane!
Eddie: And here comes class! Duchess slides in with a Hurricanrana! Vane answers right back with the Blood Moon Descent! Back and forth!
Johnny: The Queens might’ve underestimated the Enclave tonight! Wait—Vane straps in another Snare of Silence on the Duchess—she’s wrenching it deep!
Eddie: But Duchess refuses to tap! She’s got too much royal pride, Johnny!
Johnny: Momentum shifting! Gretel’s tagged in—Shining Wizard! Another! Superkick! The crowd’s erupting!
Eddie: Oh please, this isn’t a karate demo! Someone stop her before she starts breaking boards!
Johnny: Fifteen minutes in—Viper’s in now—she nails Gretel with the Off With Their Heads flying clothesline! Pin attempt—one! Two! Gretel kicks out!
Eddie: She’s just prolonging the inevitable!
Johnny: Viper staying relentless—Sitout Powerbomb! Another pin attempt! Gretel kicks out again!
Eddie: Honest Abe must be on Gretel’s payroll!
Johnny: These teams have gone twenty minutes now! Exhaustion setting in—but the Queens still running the table! Duchess and Viper double-teaming again—Snap Suplex into Spade’s Edge Crossface! Gretel’s fading!
Eddie: Just tap, Gretel! Nobody would blame you! You’re in there with royalty!
Johnny: But Gretel’s not quitting! She tags in Vane one more time! The Duchess flies in with a Corner Double Knee Drop! Gretel counters with the K-360 flipping GTS! Both women are down!
Eddie: It’s chaos, Johnny! It’s brutality in a tiara!
Johnny: We’re hitting the 30-minute mark—both teams refusing to yield! Duchess with a Hurricanrana, Gretel answers with a Spinning Heel Kick! The referee calls for the bell—it’s a time-limit draw!
Eddie: A draw? That’s royal robbery! The Queens had it won ten minutes ago!
Johnny: Maybe in your kingdom, Eddie, but here in NPCW—these four women just gave us one of the most hard-hitting tag matches in Polar Power history!
CRIMSON VIPER & DARK DUCHESS (QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT) FOUGHT CRIMSON VANE & GRETEL (HUNTER’S ENCLAVE) TO A TIME-LIMIT DRAW AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK.
ORANGE MARMALADE
Location: The Legion’s Locker Room – Lit in deep red, candles flickering in the corners, a faint sound of Gregorian growls echoing in the background.
The camera trembles slightly as it follows Smooth Samantha down a shadowed hallway. She stops short when she sees the source of the unsettling chanting — a darkly lit room where Abaddon sits silently at a metal table, head tilted downward. Beside him stands Lilith, her eyes gleaming through strands of midnight hair. And leaning casually against the table, in his sharp crimson scarf and wicked grin, is Grinch Heyman.
Heyman (smiling coldly): Oh, Samantha, my dear… how polite of you to try and sneak up on the Demonic Legion. But please—come closer. Come witness the aftermath of insolence.
He gestures to the table. A woven basket of blood oranges sits before Abaddon. The beast’s hands twitch as he picks one up, his thick fingers digging into the fruit’s skin.
Heyman: You see… it seems a certain man—a man who calls himself The Orange Fury, Owen Zestwell—thought it was wise… to involve himself in Legion business. To interrupt sacred violence. To mock my words.
Abaddon crushes the orange in his palm with a sickening squelch. Juice splatters across his arm, dripping onto the concrete floor.
Heyman (voice lowering, menacingly measured): Zestwell, you didn’t just disrespect Abaddon. You didn’t just disrespect Lilith. You disrespected me. And that, my foolish, vitamin-C-soaked friend… is a mistake you can’t unmake.
Abaddon lifts another orange. His eyes, black and glassy, lock on the camera. Slowly, deliberately, he squeezes again — the juice running between his fingers like blood.
Heyman (pointing to the dripping citrus): At Convergence, Owen… that will be your blood. The floor will run slick, and the scent of your fear will linger long after the crowd goes silent.
Lilith leans forward, whispering in a low, seductive rasp.
Lilith: He won’t just lose… he’ll rot.
Heyman grins devilishly.
Heyman: And when the Demonic Legion is done—when Abaddon’s hunger is finally sated—there will be nothing left of the Orange Fury but pulp and regret.
Abaddon suddenly stands, towering over the camera. The final orange is crushed in his hand, juice flying like spatter against the lens. He brings the dripping remains up to his lips, smearing crimson juice across his mouth before snarling.
Abaddon (low, guttural): At Convergence… I’m turning the Orange Fury… into Orange Marmalade.
He drops the mangled fruit to the floor. The camera pans down — the puddle of red juice now looks disturbingly like blood.
Eddie (from commentary): I think I just lost my appetite, Johnny. That was disturbing on every possible level!
Johnny: Abaddon is a monster, Eddie—and if I were Owen Zestwell, I’d be looking for the fastest ticket out of the North Pole!
Eddie: He’d better bring more than orange slices to Convergence, because the Legion’s bringing Hell’s breakfast table!
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “At a combined weight of 500 pounds… from the cold depths of nightmare and flame… they are the embodiment of winter’s wrath and holiday horror… Jack Frost and Krampus… the Demonic Legion!” | “Ladies and gentlemen… at a combined weight of five-hundred and thirty-five pounds… the red-nosed warrior of winter RUDOLPH… and the relentless monster-slayer, VAN HELSING… together they are the unstoppable force of light and vengeance… RUDOLPH AND VAN HELSING!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena turns a frigid blue as icy wind sound effects howl through the speakers, followed by a sudden blast of doomcore metal fused with chilling winter ambiance. From the shadows, Jack Frost emerges with a twisted smile, frost clinging to his fingertips as he drags a frozen chain across the stage. Moments later, Krampus stomps into view, his massive frame wrapped in chains and burning embers, snarling behind a horned mask. The air seems to freeze and burn at once as they descend on the ring—Jack taunting the crowd with eerie calm, Krampus cracking his chains and bellowing with rage. | A pulse of orchestral metal with sleigh bells thunders through the arena as crimson lights sweep across the stage. Rudolph charges out first, his glowing nose cutting through the haze like a beacon, pumping up the crowd with raised fists and leaping energy. At his side, Van Helsing marches with grim determination, trench coat flowing, crossbow-gestures at the jeering heels in the audience. Together, they storm toward the ring — the light of legend and the fury of the hunter — embraced by roaring cheers. |
[Opening bell rings]
Johnny: Folks, we’ve got a big one here — the Demonic Legion in force! Krampus and Jack Frost, two absolute monsters led by the ever-scheming Grinch Heyman!
Eddie: And don’t forget, Johnny — Heyman’s a genius! These two aren’t just monsters; they’re disciplined monsters. You’ve got the Alpha Demon and the Ice-Crowned Enforcer in one ring — that’s bad news for anyone wearing antlers.
Johnny: (chuckles) Well, that “anyone” is Rudolph, leader of the Reindeer Coalition, teaming tonight with the vampire hunter himself — Van Helsing!
Eddie: What a weird Christmas carol this is turning into. Santa’s star reindeer and a guy who hunts Dracula walking into a ring full of demons. You can’t make this up!
Early Minutes (1–5):
Johnny: There’s the bell, and look at Rudolph — quick as ever, bouncing off the ropes— Dashing Through Snow! He nails Jack Frost and sends him sprawling!
Eddie: Oh come on! That’s a cheap shot — Frost was still adjusting his gloves!
Johnny: Rudolph showing off some early flash and tags in Van Helsing! And here comes the monster hunter with a roundhouse right!
Eddie: And Frost just shrugs it off! See that? Cold blood, Johnny — literally. He tags in Krampus!
Johnny: Oh my… the Alpha Demon enters the ring. The crowd just went silent!
Eddie: That’s respect — or fear — and it’s well earned!
Johnny: Krampus grabs Van Helsing — SINNER SUPLEX! Van Helsing crashes to the mat, but he fights back with a Stake to the Heart!
Eddie: These two are throwing haymakers! Van Helsing tags back out to Rudolph — teamwork from the forces of light, if you can call it that!
Heyman Interference Chaos (6–7):
Johnny: Oh wait, what’s this? Grinch Heyman on the apron—
Eddie: He’s just giving some friendly holiday advice!
Johnny: He’s choking Rudolph with the microphone cord! Come on, Sam, turn around!
Eddie: Hey, if Slow-Count Sam didn’t see it, it didn’t happen!
Johnny: Oh no — now Heyman’s smashing Rudolph with his mobile phone! What kind of manager carries a weaponized Nokia?!
Eddie: The smart kind, Johnny!
Mid-Match Mayhem (8–20):
Johnny: All four men are in now — it’s breaking down! Van Helsing with a Back to the Grave! Rudolph hits the Guiding Light!
Eddie: And Krampus just wiped out Rudolph with a Fiendish Fist! What a collision!
Johnny: These teams are trading momentum like crazy. Frost tries to get fancy with that Frostbite Clutch, but Van Helsing answers with a Holy Crossface!
Eddie: Don’t count Frost out — he’s got ice water in those veins.
Johnny: Van Helsing locks it in deep — Frost refuses to tap! This man’s willpower is unreal!
Eddie: Or maybe he’s just too cold to feel pain, Johnny!
Closing Sequence (21–30):
Johnny: Krampus back in — Evil Embrace! Ice Storm! A brutal double team from the Demonic Legion!
Eddie: This is the kind of teamwork you can only get when your tag partners are forged in the pits of Hades!
Johnny: Krampus covers — ONE, TWO— No! Rudolph somehow kicks out!
Eddie: I don’t believe it — that reindeer should be roadkill by now!
Johnny: Van Helsing’s tagged in — and the crowd’s on their feet! Chokeslam! Stake to the Heart! Krampus is reeling!
Eddie: The Alpha Demon’s still standing, Johnny! You can’t just put down an infernal creature like that!
Johnny: Back to the Grave! He’s got him— cover— ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Eddie: No, no, no— tell me that didn’t just happen!
Johnny: It did, Eddie! Van Helsing just pinned Krampus!
VAN HELSING & RUDOLPH DEFEAT KRAMPUS & JACK FROST (DEMONIC LEGION) VIA PINFALL AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: The Light triumphs over the Darkness here tonight!
Eddie: Yeah, yeah — but don’t get too comfortable. You know the Demonic Legion doesn’t take losses lightly. When they come collecting next time, it’s gonna be hell to pay.
Johnny: Folks, we’ll be right back — but the war between light and shadow in NPCW is far from over!
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Ladies and gentlemen… accompanied by the Wolf Pack… he is the apex predator of NPCW… the Leader of the Pack… this is the Alpha Wolf… BIIIG BAAAD WOOOLF!” | “Accompanied by Fenwick Grimbough… from the frozen Bavarian wastes, weighing two-hundred and eighty-eight pounds… the punisher of the wicked… this is KNECHT RUPRECHT!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into darkness as chilling wolf howls echo through the sound system, followed by pounding tribal drums and snarling guitar riffs. A blood-red spotlight hits the stage as BIG BAD WOLF emerges from the shadows, cloaked in a tattered hooded mantle. His glowing eyes scan the crowd with a predatory glare. Behind him, members of the Wolf Pack lurk in the mist, never far from their Alpha. He raises his arms and lets out a howl, echoed by the crowd — whether in awe or fear. | Somber choral chants fill the arena as smoke rolls across the stage. Knecht Ruprecht trudges forward, dragging a birch switch across the floor. His cold, unfeeling glare pierces into the audience. Fenwick points menacingly at the ring, directing his servant like a weapon unleashed. |
Johnny: Here we go, folks — the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, Big Bad Wolf, steps into the ring against one of Grim Tidings’ most vicious enforcers, Knecht Ruprecht!
Eddie: And don’t forget, Johnny — Ruprecht isn’t walking in alone. He’s got Fenwick Grimbough right there, holding that cursed rulebook like it’s the Ten Commandments of Evil!
Johnny: I just hope that book doesn’t end up across the Wolf’s head before this one’s over.
Eddie: Hey, if you can’t outfight a wolf, outsmart him! Fenwick’s just here to observe, I’m sure.
Opening Exchange (1–3 minutes)
Johnny: There’s the bell — and Big Bad Wolf immediately ties up with Ruprecht! Wolf with an abdominal stretch — using that raw power!
Eddie: And Ruprecht answers with those forearm smashes! That’s how you stop a beast, Johnny — break down the ribs so he can’t breathe!
Johnny: It’s pure strength versus street brutality here! Oh, wait a second — Fenwick just swung that rulebook, but he hit the referee!
Eddie: Total accident! You can’t blame Fenwick for that — “Honest Abe” should’ve moved!
Johnny: Accident or not, the Wolf’s glaring daggers at both of them.
Momentum Swings (4–10 minutes)
Johnny: Wolf’s got Ruprecht on the ropes — literally! He’s choking him across the top strand!
Eddie: That’s illegal! Disqualify him, ref!
Johnny: Oh, now you want to enforce the rules?
Eddie: Only when it benefits me, Johnny!
Johnny: The Wolf follows with that Savage Spear! What impact! He nearly cut Ruprecht in half!
Eddie: He’s just getting lucky. A real technician like Krampus — the Alpha Demon — wouldn’t fall for that next week at Halloween Horror!
Johnny: You’re right about one thing, Eddie — next week’s Alpha vs. Alpha collision will be something to see. The Wolf versus Krampus — power versus darkness!
Ruprecht’s Comeback (11–15 minutes)
Johnny: Ruprecht stomping the Wolf’s leg now, trying to take the big man down a notch.
Eddie: Smart move — you take out the wheels, the Wolf can’t hunt.
Johnny: Fenwick’s yelling orders from ringside, and look at that — Ruprecht going for the stomach claw!
Eddie: Beautiful! That’s pure Grim Tidings strategy — grind, claw, and drain the life out of your prey.
Johnny: Wolf’s struggling — but he breaks free with a claw at the back! Good grief, that’ll peel skin off!
Eddie: That’s animalistic!
Johnny: That’s why they call him the Big Bad Wolf, Eddie!
The Battle Intensifies (16–21 minutes)
Johnny: Wolf with another Savage Spear! He’s mauling Ruprecht now — this has turned primal!
Eddie: Honest Abe better step in — this is getting out of hand!
Johnny: The Wolf’s looking for it — yes! He’s locking in the Lycan Lock! The Dragon Sleeper is cinched in tight!
Eddie: Ruprecht’s fighting, he’s still got life! Look at Fenwick on the apron, shouting—
Johnny: Wolf ignores him, wrenching back again! Ruprecht’s flailing!
Eddie: He’s not tapping though! That’s one tough servant of darkness!
Johnny: Wolf’s not letting go — this is his message to Krampus!
The Final Moments (22–23 minutes)
Johnny: Both men trading heavy shots now — chops and chokes! This is a brawl!
Eddie: Ruprecht hits that overhead chop — listen to the echo!
Johnny: But Wolf’s shaking it off — Lycan Lock again! He’s got it fully locked in!
Eddie: No, not again! Come on, Knecht, fight it—
Johnny: The Wolf drops back — the sleeper’s deep — Honest Abe’s checking the arm!
Eddie: Don’t do this—
Johnny: ONE… TWO… THREE! He’s out! The Wolf’s done it!
BIG BAD WOLF DEFEATS KNECHT RUPRECHT VIA PINFALL AT THE 23-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: What a statement from the Alpha of the Wolf Pack! That’s two beasts down — and next week, he faces the Alpha Demon Krampus!
Eddie: I’ll tell you what, Johnny, if Krampus is watching, he’s probably laughing. The Wolf may think he’s a predator — but next week, he’s the prey!
Johnny: You might be right, Eddie, but if tonight’s any indication, the Big Bad Wolf is more than ready to sink his teeth into Halloween Horror!
Eddie: Let’s hope Krampus doesn’t bite back harder!
Johnny: Folks, stay tuned — the action only gets wilder from here on Polar Power!
GUIDING LIGHT OF THE NORTH POLE
The scene opens in the bright-lit interview zone backstage at Polar Power. The NPCW logo glows behind “Smooth” Samantha, ever-composed and professional, microphone in hand. The distant roar of the Vancouver crowd hums through the walls as she smiles toward the camera.
Samantha (warmly): Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time — the Guiding Light of NPCW, former North Pole Champion, and one of the most beloved stars in our history — Rudolph!
(Cheers can be faintly heard from the arena. Rudolph steps into frame wearing his red-and-gold jacket, his iconic glowing nose faintly illuminated under the studio lights. He gives Samantha a courteous nod before turning toward the camera, calm but intense.)
Samantha: Rudolph, first of all — congratulations on that incredible tag team victory tonight. You and Van Helsing managed to defeat the Demonic Legion’s Krampus and Jack Frost in what was nothing short of a war out there. How are you feeling after that one?
Rudolph (steady and composed): Thank you, Samantha. It was a battle, no doubt about it. Krampus and Jack Frost — they bring chaos wherever they go. But when you’ve got someone like Van Helsing watching your back, and when you fight for the light instead of the darkness, that chaos doesn’t last long. We proved that even the Legion can be pushed back.
(He adjusts his wrist tape, exhaling deeply — focused but confident.)
Samantha: You certainly did. But next week, it’s an even bigger test — a North Pole Championship match against Mean Jack Mason. This will be your first title shot since Shadowfall. What’s your mindset heading into that match?
Rudolph (his eyes narrowing with determination): Mean Jack Mason is as tough as they come. He’s mean, he’s ruthless, and he’ll do anything to keep that title. But I’ve had time to heal — time to refocus, body and spirit. When I lost the North Pole Title, I promised myself that when I came back, I’d be stronger… sharper… and ready to lead this company again.
Next week, I’m not fighting for pride. I’m fighting to restore the light of this division. The North Pole Title isn’t just a championship — it’s a symbol of hope, of what NPCW stands for. And next week, I’m bringing it home.
(A faint “RU-DOLPH! RU-DOLPH!” chant ripples from the arena crowd off-screen.)
Samantha: Strong words, Rudolph. But before I let you go — I have to ask about one other name that keeps coming up… the Universal Champion, Sinister Klaus. The two of you have a long and dark history. Is that chapter finally closed?
(Rudolph’s expression shifts — the glow of his nose flickers to a cooler, dimmer red.)
Rudolph (measured, voice low): No, Samantha… that chapter isn’t closed. Not yet. Klaus and I — our paths are forever bound by what he’s done and what I still have to make right. But right now, my mission isn’t the Universal Title. It’s the North Pole Title.
First, I take back the gold. Then, when the time is right… I’ll bring Sinister Klaus into the light, and end his reign of darkness once and for all.
(He turns his gaze to the camera, tone firm and unshakable.)
Rudolph: Mean Jack Mason… enjoy that gold while you can. Because next week, the Guiding Light returns — and I’m bringing the dawn back to NPCW.
(Rudolph nods once to Samantha and walks off, the faint hum of the crowd swelling behind him.)
Samantha (turning back to camera): There you have it — determination and focus from a man on a mission. Rudolph looks ready to rise again and reclaim the light. Back to you, Johnny and Eddie.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: I’ll tell ya, Eddie — that’s the fire we’ve been waiting to see! Rudolph’s back, and next week, Vancouver might witness the return of the true North Pole Champion!
Eddie Ellington: Hold your reindeer, Johnny! Mason’s not giving that belt up without a fight. But hey, I’ll admit — Rudolph looks hungry again. Maybe, just maybe, the light’s got a shot against the meanest man in the North Pole.
Johnny: It’s all going down next week — Rudolph versus Mean Jack Mason for the North Pole Title! The light against the mean — and only one walks out champion!
MATCH 6 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “From the dreamlands beyond time and terror… weaving nightmares into reality… he is the bringer of sleep… the tormentor of your mind… SAAANDMAAAAN!” | “From the deepest grove of the enchanted forest… standing seven feet tall with a heart as mighty as his fists… he is the JOVIAL GIANT… JOLLY GREEN!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights dim to a haunting blue hue as an eerie, slow lullaby echoes through the speakers—distorted like it's playing from an old music box. Thick mist pours from the stage, crawling across the ramp as Sandman emerges, gliding through it with unnatural stillness. Dressed in flowing, tattered robes with silver sand slowly falling from his hands, he locks eyes with the crowd, unmoved, as the air grows heavier with every step. | The sound of deep forest drums and cheerful horns fills the air. Jolly Green emerges with leafy vines woven into his gear and a massive grin on his face. Towering above the crowd, he slaps hands, flexes, and spreads good vibes with his booming laugh and thunderous stomp. |
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! We’ve got ourselves a non-title matchup here — the Northern Lights Champion, Sandman, taking on the emerald enforcer himself, Jolly Green!
Eddie Ellington: Non-title, Johnny — that’s the key word! Because if the title was on the line, we wouldn’t even be talking about this! Jolly Green’s big, sure, but Sandman’s the Champion for a reason — he puts people to sleep faster than a bedtime story read by Grandma Frost!
Johnny: Sandman’s definitely dangerous, Eddie, but don’t count out Jolly Green. He’s been on a roll lately — big wins over Yeti Jr. and even took The Kringle Kid to the limit last month! This could be a real statement win if he can knock off the Northern Lights Champion tonight!
[1st–3rd Minutes]
Johnny: And right out of the gate, Sandman with that Go To Sleep knee to the jaw! But Jolly Green answers right back with a backbreaker! Oh my — these two are throwing power for power!
Eddie: Sandman doesn’t flinch, Johnny. You can’t put this man down — he’s seen darker dreams than this! Look at that sleeper hold! He’s trying to drain the air right out of that big, leafy lug!
Johnny: Green’s fighting it, though! Using his strength to power out! He’s not giving up — not to the Sandman tonight!
[4th–7th Minutes]
Johnny: Sandman with a backbreaker of his own, going for the spine again — smart move! But Jolly Green just plows through him with a shoulder block that nearly turned Sandman inside out!
Eddie: I think a shoulder just hit me in the broadcast booth! But Sandman’s got him scouted — look at that cradle suplex, smooth as silk! He’s got him down for the cover!
Johnny: One… two… no! Jolly Green kicks out! The champ almost had him early!
Eddie: That’s okay — the Sandman doesn’t rush it. He’ll wear you down, tuck you in, and then say goodnight.
[8th–11th Minutes]
Johnny: Sandman hits a standing clothesline! Green’s reeling! But he comes back with that cradle slam! Both men down now!
Eddie: That was pure luck, Johnny! I’ve seen Christmas ornaments move faster than Jolly Green!
Johnny: And look at this — Green’s rallying! Belly laugh slam! Sandman crashes down hard!
Eddie: “Honest Abe” better check that ring — that’s Champion material he’s scuffing up!
[12th–14th Minutes]
Johnny: Green’s taking control! Cradle slam! Knee smash! And now — he’s got Sandman locked in that bearhug!
Eddie: Oh come on, a bearhug? What is this, 1975? You’re not gonna make the Sandman tap to a cuddle hold!
Johnny: He’s squeezing the life out of him, Eddie! Sandman’s fading!
Eddie: No, that’s just his resting face — man dreams mid-match, Johnny!
[15th–17th Minutes]
Johnny: Sandman firing back now! Spinning fist strike! And another Go To Sleep! Oh man, that one landed flush!
Eddie: That’s it! That’s the goodnight kiss! Count it, Abe!
Johnny: One… two… no! Green kicks out!
Eddie: What’s it gonna take to put this big tree down? You could drop an asteroid on him and he’d still be smiling!
[18th–19th Minutes – Finish]
Johnny: Sandman going for another Go To Sleep, but Green caught him! POWERBOMB! The ring just shook!
Eddie: Come on, Sandman! Get up, champ! He’s just lucky this isn’t for the title!
Johnny: Jolly Green pulls him up — hooks him — PILEDRIVER! He planted him right into the canvas! Sandman’s out cold!
Eddie: Oh no… this can’t be happening—
Johnny: The cover! One… two… THREE! That’s it! The Jolly Green has pinned the Northern Lights Champion!
(Crowd roars as Jolly Green stands tall, flexing his massive arms while “Honest” Abe raises his hand. Sandman rolls to the apron, clutching his neck, fuming in disbelief.)
JOLLY GREEN DEFEATS SANDMAN VIA PINFALL AT THE 19-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: What a huge win for Jolly Green! The Northern Lights Champion just got flattened — that’s got to put Green in line for a title shot!
Eddie: Oh, please! It was non-title, Johnny! That means it doesn’t count! Sandman wasn’t even trying — he was, uh, conserving energy for Halloween Horror!
Johnny: Conserve all he wants, Eddie — tonight, Jolly Green proved he can hang with the best. What a statement heading into next week’s event!
Eddie: He just woke the Sandman up, Johnny… and trust me, you don’t want that guy awake for long.
Johnny: You might be right about that, partner. Folks, don’t go anywhere — more Polar Power action continues after this!
MATCH 7 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Making her way to the ring… the woman who rewrote the fairy tale with fire and fury… she’s beauty, she’s brutality, she’s the original bombshell… GOOOLDIE… LOOOCKS!” | “Making her way to the ring… from the shadows of shattered spotlight and spoiled royalty… she is cruel, cold, and commanding… ROSA-LYYYN, QUEEN… OF THORNS!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights flicker gold and crimson as a slow, heavy rock track kicks in with the opening line: “This story ain’t for children…”Goldie Locks steps through the curtain in her studded leather jacket, golden aviators reflecting the crowd lights, dragging a steel chair behind her. Her blonde curls spill out of her hoodie as she surveys the crowd with a smirk — a veteran who’s seen the system fail too many times. She points to the camera and mouths, “We’re not done yet,” before sliding into the ring with the weight of history and a spark of revolution. | The arena dims to a haunting string arrangement layered over gothic choirs—something reminiscent of a tragic opera. Black and crimson rose petals rain from the rafters as Rosalyn steps through antique velvet curtains, dressed in a dark regal gown with thorn-like details. She walks with the grace of royalty, carrying a black lace fan or rose cane, offering a disdainful glance to the crowd. Before entering the ring, she pauses to deliver a short, biting soliloquy or blows a sarcastic kiss to the crowd. The aura is pure Shakespearean villainy—majestic and menacing. |
Johnny: Fans, it’s time for women’s division action here on Polar Power! The former Queen of the North Champion, Goldie Locks, steps into the ring tonight looking to climb back into title contention!
Eddie: Oh, please, Johnny. The only thing Goldie should be climbing is a ladder to fix her hair extensions. She’s about to find out that Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, doesn’t just wrestle — she rules the ring!
Johnny: Well, Rosalyn certainly looked focused coming out with The Huntsman. She’s got that icy confidence that defines the Queens of Despair. But don’t count out Goldie — she’s one of the toughest competitors we’ve seen in this division!
Johnny: There’s the bell and we’re underway! Rosalyn starts fast with that Glass Garden Slam, planting Goldie hard!
Eddie: Beautifully executed! That’s royalty showing the commoners how it’s done.
Johnny: But Goldie fires back! One-handed bulldog! She’s shaking it off and bringing the fight right back to the Queen!
Eddie: That was a lucky shot. Even a broken clock’s right twice a day, Johnny.
Johnny: Goldie now—looking for a gutwrench suplex, but Rosalyn twists out! Dagger Bloom! My goodness, she spiked her right on the crown of her head!
Eddie: That’s what happens when you underestimate royalty. You get dethroned — literally!
Johnny: But Goldie’s still in it! She pops up, dives off the ropes—diving lariat connects! Rosalyn rolls through though—Crown of Thorns! Fujiwara armbar locked in!
Eddie: That’s it! Tap out, Blondie! Save what’s left of your manicure!
Johnny: Goldie’s crawling, she’s reaching—gets the rope break! The referee forces the hold to release!
Johnny: Goldie’s shaking that arm out, trying to rally the fans here in the Ice Palace! She charges in—running dropkick! That caught Rosalyn flush!
Eddie: But wait! The Huntsman—oh, look at that boot! Right in the back of the head when Honest Abe wasn’t looking!
Johnny: Oh, come on! That’s blatant interference!
Eddie: Blatant? That’s just supportive management, Johnny. The Queens of Despair always have a strategy.
Johnny: Rosalyn takes advantage—Crimson Requiem! The Gotch-style piledriver! Hooks the leg!
Johnny: One… two—no! Goldie kicks out!
Eddie: No way she should’ve kicked out of that. Referee’s counting too slow for royalty!
Johnny: Rosalyn’s relentless—Dagger Bloom! Another hammerlock DDT! Into the cover again! One… two—still no!
Eddie: What does she have to do to keep this wannabe golden girl down?
Johnny: Goldie’s fighting back on pure instinct now! One-handed bulldog again! Hooks the leg—one, two—Rosalyn kicks out!
Eddie: She’s just delaying the inevitable. The Queen always gets what she wants.
Johnny: Rosalyn back on her feet, setting her up—Scepter Snap! German suplex! Goldie’s folded in half! Another pin attempt—one, two—Goldie somehow kicks out again!
Eddie: She doesn’t know when to quit, Johnny. That’s not bravery—that’s bad judgment.
Johnny: Wait a second, Huntsman’s up on the apron—False Fog! That mist right in the eyes of Goldie Locks! The referee didn’t see it!
Eddie: That’s forest magic, Johnny. Nothing illegal about nature!
Johnny: Rosalyn scoops her up—Queen’s Gambit! The cradle belly-to-back inverted mat slam! Cover!
Johnny: One… two… three! That’s it!
Eddie: Ha! Long live the Queen! Rosalyn just pruned that golden rose right out of the garden!
ROSALYN, QUEEN OF THORNS DEFEATS GOLDIE LOCKS VIA PINFALL WITH THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT CRADLE BELLY-TO-BACK INVERTED MAT SLAM AT THE 23-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: What a match! Goldie Locks showed a ton of fight, but once again, The Huntsman made his presence felt!
Eddie: That’s called teamwork, Johnny. The Queens of Despair don’t play fair — they play smart. And tonight, the Queen of Thorns just reminded everyone who runs the garden around here.
Johnny: Folks, Rosalyn back in the win column, but I’ve got to think Goldie Locks will be looking for payback down the line. Stay tuned — we’ve got more Polar Power coming your way!
NEW SAMOAN BLOODLINE
The screen opens on a throat-tightening drumbeat — deep, lived-in, like the heartbeat of the ocean. Night on a volcanic shore: surf hissing against black rock, torches guttering, silhouettes of towering palms. Two figures emerge from the smoke and spray.
Tumu “The Island Beast” Vaega steps forward first — barefoot, lava-lava tied low, bone necklaces clinking, tribal tattoos crossing chest and arm. He moves with the slow, patient menace of a predator that knows every inch of its ground. A short, savage haka rolls from his lips; the drums answer. He stops, head bowed for a beat, then lifts his face: a cold, fierce smile that says he remembers every name that has ever insulted his island.
Behind him, like thunder answering lightning, comes Samoan Stomper Raku. He’s a wall of muscle in black trunks and a braided armband that glows faintly in the torchlight. His gait is simple and inevitable — every step a promise. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. The island recognizes him and the island answers.
The camera frames the two of them: Vaega calm as a tide, Raku coiled like a storm.
Tumu Vaega steps forward first, voice low and smooth as basalt:
Tumu Vaega: “There are beasts in the world… and there are beasts bred by fear and greed. The ones who call themselves ‘The Beasts’—they are loud, hungry, uncontrolled. But on my island, we do not mistake hunger for strength. We do not mistake noise for fury. We know what lies beneath the skin. We know how a true beast breathes.”
(He lets the words hang, then the drums from his entrance riff through the speakers again — a warning more than an echo.)
Tumu Vaega: “We hunt. Not for sport. Not for trophies. We hunt to protect our shore, our children, our name. When you come to our waters, you are on our land — and we will teach you how a real hunt ends.”
Raku cracks his knuckles slowly, grin splitting his face like a fault line. His voice is a gravel road — coarse, inevitable.
Samoan Stomper Raku: “They call themselves Primal. They call themselves Horde. They stomp. They roar. But they have never felt the weight of legend. They have never felt a stomp that is also an oath.”
(He leans closer to camera as if the lens were an eye he’s fixed to read.)
Raku: “At Convergence in November, we will not just fight them. We will show them the difference between a wild thing and a warrior. We will show them the truth of the island — honor, family, fire. We will show them what happens when you wake a people who have hunted monsters since before your kind learned to sharpen a tooth.”
Tumu nods once, respectfully to no one and everyone. He raises his voice, the hint of a war cry under every syllable.
Tumu Vaega: “You think you bring fury? We bring a ritual. You think you bring chaos? We bring the tide. You think you are beasts… but beasts are tamed by fear. Warriors are tamed by nothing. We are not here to be fed — we are here to feed the story of victory back to our land.”
Raku: “The Samoan blood remembers. The Samoan stomp remembers. And at Convergence—” (he punctuates the sentence by slamming a fist into his open palm) “—the Beasts of the Primal Horde will learn what true primal fury looks like. They will learn to respect the hunt. They will learn to respect the island. They will learn to fear the Stomper and the Island Beast.”
Tumu lifts a small carved talisman from his neck and presses it to his chest, then extends it toward the camera as if offering a promise and a warning the same:
Tumu Vaega: “Bring your claws. Bring your teeth. Bring your roar. We will return it, tenfold. And when the dust settles and the drums fall silent, the only thing left standing will be the legend our fathers taught us to keep alive.”
Raku smiles without humor.
Samoan Stomper Raku (final, low): “Convergence in November — remember the date. Remember the sound of the stomp on the sand. Remember the island. Because the beast of the island awakens… and it will not be denied.”
The scene fades with the tribal chant swelling and the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder, torches burning high behind them. Over the final beat, a single line appears on screen in block letters:
CONVERGENCE — NOVEMBER. THE HUNT BEGINS.
The drums fade, the torches flicker out, and the camera cuts back to the announce desk at ringside where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington are visibly impressed — though one far more than the other.
Johnny: Whoa-ho! Fans, that was powerful. The New Samoan Bloodline — Tumu “The Island Beast” Vaega and the Samoan Stomper Raku — sending a message loud and clear to the Primal Horde! Eddie, that wasn’t just a promo, that was a declaration of war!
Eddie: Declaration of war? That was a vacation video gone wrong, Johnny! I half expected them to start roasting marshmallows on those torches. Give me a break!
Johnny: Are you kidding me? Those two men radiate presence. You could feel that through the screen! The power, the pride — that wasn’t just talk, that was heritage.
Eddie: Heritage? Please. You can put all the drums and smoke you want behind a couple of guys, it doesn’t mean they can hang with The Beasts. Marcus the Beastmaster has those monsters trained like attack dogs! The Samoan Bloodline’s gonna find out real quick that this isn’t a luau — it’s a feeding ground!
Johnny: Eddie, I think you’re underestimating them. Vaega and Raku are disciplined. They move with purpose, they speak with conviction, and they don’t need to scream to sound dangerous. You heard them — they’re bringing the hunt to Convergence!
Eddie: Yeah, well, I’ve heard that before. Everybody says they’re coming for The Beasts, and they all end up on the menu. These guys can chant, stomp, and wave their tiki torches all they want — but when the bell rings, it’s gonna be The Beasts doing the eating.
Johnny: Folks, whether you’re Team Horde or Team Bloodline, you can’t deny that this match at Convergence just got a whole lot bigger. The Samoan Bloodline vs. The Beasts — primal fury meets island tradition.
Eddie: Yeah, and the island’s gonna sink once the Horde’s done stomping through it.
Johnny: We’ll find out soon enough, Eddie. One thing’s for sure — the hunt begins in November, and the whole wrestling world’s gonna be watching!
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Louie Linville | Intro by Louie Linville |
| “Accompanied to the ring by Father MacDougall and the ever-faithful Flippers the Penguin… representing The Obsidian Covenant… at a combined weight of seven hundred and forty-two pounds of dark devotion… the Master of Midnight himself — NEGROPOLIS! and his loyal followers — THE DISCIPLES OF NEGROPOLIS!” | “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!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into near darkness. A haunting church bell tolls, echoing through the air as a low, electronic-industrial hymn begins to pulse — a mix of gothic choir and cyberpunk beat. Through rising fog, Father MacDougall steps out first, chalice in hand, muttering exaggerated blessings toward the crowd as Flippers the Penguin waddles beside him, earning laughter and cheers.Behind them emerge The Disciples of Negropolis — identical figures in matte black bodysuits and featureless white-masked faces, moving in eerie unison. Finally, Negropolis steps into the light — tall and imposing in his long black trench coat and menacing skull mask, arms spread wide as if addressing a dark congregation.The crowd roars as he lowers his hands slowly, the music swelling into a booming crescendo. He points toward the ring, and the Disciples march ahead with military precision. Father MacDougall raises his chalice high, shouting, “The Covenant rises!”, and the fans echo the line in unison. | 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. |
Johnny: Folks, it’s time for our main event! The Obsidian Covenant—Negropolis and his two Disciples—guided by Father MacDougall, step into the ring against the Primal Horde’s monstrous trio: Marcus the Beastmaster and the Beasts!
Eddie: Look at those three savages, Johnny! You can practically smell the animal musk from here—and I mean that in the best possible way! The Beasts are back, and Marcus has ‘em dialed in like the old days!
Johnny: It’s going to be an all-out war, Eddie. There’s a lot of animosity between these two factions—The Covenant believe they’re the bringers of enlightenment through darkness, and The Horde… well, they just bring the pain!
Eddie: Enlightenment? Please. The only thing the Covenant are going to bring tonight are broken ribs and excuses.
[Opening Moments – Chaos from the Start]
Johnny: The bell rings and here we go—Beast One starts it off against the first Disciple of Negropolis! They lock up—Beast One muscles him into the corner, and smashes him with a headbutt right between the eyes!
Eddie: That’s that raw Horde aggression I’ve been talking about! The Beasts have found their bite again, Johnny. They’ve been a little off lately, but tonight? They’re tearing into this with fury!
Johnny: Disciple One is reeling! Beast One tosses him into the ropes—no, wait! The entire ring just explodes into motion! Everyone’s in! Negropolis, both Disciples, Marcus, the Beasts—it’s pandemonium!
Eddie: That’s not chaos, Johnny—that’s teamwork. Beautiful, primal teamwork. Look at Marcus directing traffic like a beastmaster should!
[Mid-Match – Momentum Swings]
Johnny: The early momentum belongs to The Horde! Beast One with a vertical suplex! Beast Two in with a face slam! Marcus the Beastmaster with that thundering double ax handle!
Eddie: They’re not just beasts, they’re a pack tonight! This is what happens when Polly Mason gets in their heads with that jungle rhythm—look at her out there, waving them on!
Johnny: But wait—The Covenant rallying now! Negropolis tags in—Dragon Suplex from Negropolis! Face Tear from one Disciple! Running Crossbody from the other! The Covenant showing that eerie coordination they’re known for!
Eddie: Yeah, but you can’t out-muscle The Horde. You can chant all the weird Latin prayers you want, Johnny, but when 700 pounds of fur and fury comes at you, there’s no sermon that saves you!
[Late Match – The Covenant’s Comeback]
Johnny: The Covenant starting to find some footing again in the later stages! Negropolis with that stiff thrust kick right to the jaw of Beast One!
Eddie: Yeah, but here comes Polly Mason—oh come on, look at that! She’s distracting the referee again with that ridiculous dance and poem routine!
Johnny: That’s part of the game, Eddie, like it or not! And Marcus the Beastmaster just used the opening—Alpha Slam!
Eddie: The Covenant’s disciples are tough, I’ll give ‘em that. But Marcus looks like he’s channeling something tonight. He’s fighting like he’s trying to prove to the world the Horde’s still the top of the food chain!
[The Closing Stretch]
Johnny: The action is wild now—tags all over the place! Disciple Two comes in—Double Underhook DDT to Marcus! But Marcus powers back—Alpha Slam again!
Eddie: The man’s unstoppable! Even Negropolis looks hesitant to get back in there!
Johnny: Disciple Two somehow still fighting! He hits the ropes—Inverted DDT! Marcus with an elbow drop of his own! Both men down!
Eddie: And there’s the roar of the crowd—they can feel it, Johnny! The Beasts are alive again!
Johnny: Marcus up first—Double Axhandle right to the skull! Hooks the leg!
Crowd: ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Johnny: He got him! Marcus the Beastmaster just pinned the second Disciple of Negropolis after a grueling thirty-eight-minute war!
Eddie: What a fight! The Horde came in hungry, Johnny, and they just feasted on the Obsidian Covenant!
Johnny: You said it, Eddie—tonight, the Beasts have found their ferocity again! The Covenant fought hard, but the Horde reign supreme!
Eddie: Look at Father MacDougall and Flippers dragging their broken disciples out of there—meanwhile, Polly’s celebrating like they just conquered a jungle! What a sight!
Johnny: Folks, the Horde stands tall to close out Polar Power Episode 031! The Primal Horde have roared back to dominance! We will see you next Friday for a special episode - Halloween Horror.
THE PRIMAL HORDE (MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER & THE BEASTS W/ POLLY MASON) DEFEAT THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT (NEGROPOLIS & THE DISCIPLES OF NEGROPOLIS W/ FATHER MACDOUGALL & FLIPPERS) VIA PINFALL AT THE 38-MINUTE MARK.
[Backstage – Primal Horde Dressing Room]
The room is dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights bouncing off steel lockers and the metallic sheen of championship belts stacked on a shelf. The faint echo of the arena crowd still hums through the walls, a residual pulse of adrenaline that hasn’t yet left the building.
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Mean Jack Mason sits slouched in a chair, cold beer in hand, eyes glued to the small television screen mounted in the corner. The monitor flickers, showing highlights from the main event. The Primal Horde—Marcus the Beastmaster and the Beasts—are dominating the ring, every move punctuated with feral intensity. Mason’s gaze lingers, sharp and unblinking. His expression is stoic, yet the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays a spark of approval.
Mason (muttering under his breath): “Hmph… damn… they’ve got their fire back.”
The door swings open suddenly, the room’s shadows twisting with the figure of Grinch Heyman, manager of the Demonic Legion. His dark coat flares as he strides inside, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
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Heyman: “Looks like your boys have found their groove again, Mason. That ferocity—it’s back.”
Mason doesn’t turn immediately, letting the words hang in the air. When he finally looks up, his eyes narrow, sharp as daggers.
Mason: “Hmmm… what do you want here, Heyman?”
Heyman saunters closer, his hands clasped behind his back, the faint jingle of chains in his coat punctuating each step.
Heyman: “Just checking in on the North Pole Champion. You’ve got a big match coming up next week at Halloween Horror… thought I’d make sure my information is current.”
Mason leans back, smirking, one eyebrow raised.
Mason: “Information, huh? I’m not worried, Heyman. I beat Rudolph before—I’ll do it again. But… again… why exactly is this any of your business?”
Heyman stops just short of Mason, the dim light casting half his face in shadow.
Heyman: “I’m here to secure a title match for my client. Krampus.”
Mason lets out a low, amused chuckle, swirling his beer in the glass. He leans forward, elbows on knees, eyes locking with Heyman in a predator’s stare.
Mason: “Krampus, huh? Well… I think you and your little demon-boy should first concern yourselves with Count Vlad and the Dark Dominion, huh? For your little betrayal. They’re not going to be as forgiving as me.”
Heyman’s grin only widens. He leans in slightly, voice low and confident.
Heyman: “Vlad and the Dominion will soon see who truly brings darkness to the North. It will be them who need to worry, Mason. Not us.”
Mason chuckles, a cold, dry laugh that fills the room.
Mason: “Don’t underestimate them, Heyman. But… if there’s anything left standing after Convergence, I suppose Krampus can line up then.”
Heyman straightens, adjusts his coat, and smirks one last time before turning toward the door.
Heyman: “We’ll see, Mason. We’ll see.”
The door closes with a muted thud. Silence settles in the room. Mason doesn’t move. His eyes return to the monitor, rewinding the footage of the main event. Frame by frame, he studies Marcus and the Beasts—every slam, every roar, every moment of dominance. His expression is stone-like, unflinching, but the intensity behind those eyes tells a story: studiousness, calculation, and anticipation.
Mason (softly, to himself): “Yeah… that’s the fire back.”
The camera lingers on Mason’s face, a hardened champion’s resolve, as the screen flashes highlights of the Beasts standing shoulder-to-shoulder, torches metaphorically burning behind them. Outside, the hum of the arena fades completely, leaving only the ominous quiet of the locker room. The scene cuts to black, leaving the weight of the upcoming battles looming over the North Pole like a storm about to break.
POLAR POWER HALLOWEEN HORROR 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.]
COMING NEXT FRIDAY - OCTOBER 31
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