Aired - November 30, 2025
SHOW OPENING MONTAGE
🎵 Music: Industrial-metal theme with a pounding cold rhythm. The cracked ice bell remains, but now layered with a low male choir chant, like a ritual tone.
NARRATOR (Alton Bell, rich Welsh accent, smooth but sinister):
“In the frozen North… where mercy perishes… only the strongest endure. Welcome… to a brand-new era of Chill Factor.”
🌨️ [Static blast → Logo burn-in: CHILL FACTOR]
🎬 Montage Kicks In – synchronized to pounding riffs
Highlight Reels (Main Six)
Rudolph vs. Kong
Rudolph’s glowing nose cuts through the haze as he charges. Kong meets him mid-air with a brutal backhand that rattles the ring.
[SFX: Impact crunch → ice cracking]Sandman vs. Sinbad
Sandman coils Sinbad into the Icy Slumber Sleeper Hold, the arena lights dimming as Sinbad struggles and collapses.
[SFX: Deep exhale fading into silence]Frankenstein’s Monster Mark II Debut vs. Prancer
The stitched behemoth steps over the ropes like a living weapon. Prancer leaps — only to be snatched mid-air and driven through the canvas.
[SFX: Heavy slam + crowd gasp]Negropolis vs. Beast 1
The arena flickers into shadow as Negropolis consumes the ring in swirling void. Beast 1 claws forward, but is engulfed into darkness.
[SFX: Digital distortion + echoing scream]Abaddon vs. Sinbad
Abaddon hoists Sinbad crucifix-style before obliterating him into the mat with a demonic slam, sparks raining from overhead lights.
[SFX: Metal screech + guttural roar]Sinister Klaus vs. Friar Tuck
Klaus swings his chain like a guillotine, narrowly missing Tuck — who counters with a thunderous cross-body avalanche splash that shakes the posts.
[SFX: Chain whip + wood snapping]
Superstar Flashes (Quick Cuts – lightning-fast)
Santa Claus standing bloodied but unbroken.
Mean Jack Mason drilling someone with the Northern Lights Driver.
Kris Kringle smashing a candy cane over an opponent’s back.
The Beasts pounding their chests in unison as snow bursts up.
Big Bad Wolf snarling into the camera, breath steaming in the cold.
Van Helsing raising his silver stake toward the screen.
Transition: The Broadcast Team
Music dips to a steady pulse.
📺 Hammer Washington & Brick Brody at the announce deck, frost mist clinging to their monitors. Their voices bleeding into the track:
HAMMER: “This is the proving ground, baby — freeze or fall!”
BRODY: “Every match tonight will cut to the bone!”
Final Shot
The music falls to a dark hum.
💀 Dave “The Brute” Kent sits alone in his dim bunker studio. One swinging bulb, static crawling across the feed. His eyes lock on the viewer.
NARRATOR (Alton Bell, Welsh accent, almost whispering):
“In this new era… the cold does not kill. It crowns… and it condemns.”
❄️ Logo Slam:
CHILL FACTOR
“The Brand-New Era Has Begun.”
CROWD AND WELCOMING
CAMERA: WIDE, sweeping across a packed, roaring North Pole Arena
Holiday lights pulse across the rafters. Snow-machines fire soft white flurries over the crowd. Fans stand shoulder-to-shoulder, bundled in NPCW merch, screaming as the hard-rock version of the CHILL FACTOR theme blasts.
Crowd Signs & Fan Shirts (requested stars):
1. VAN HELSING
“VAN HELSING = TV TITAN!”
“STAKE ‘EM ALL!”
“HUNTER OF THE NIGHT—DEFENDER OF NPCW!”
2. GUIDING FORCE (Kris Kringle & Rudolph)
“BELIEVE IN THE GUIDING FORCE!”
“KRIS & RUDY: LIGHT THE WAY!”
“NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPS – NORTH POLE JUST GOT BRIGHTER!”
3. MEAN JACK MASON
“MEAN JACK = REAL CHAMP!”
“STONE COLD OF THE SNOW COLD!”
“BREAK KLAUS’S SLEIGH TONIGHT!”
4. RICH ATHLETE
“MILLION DOLLAR ALLIANCE = PROFITS UP!”
“RICH ATHLETE RUNS THE POLE!”
“COUNT THE CASH, KID!”
5. SANTA CLAUS
“BELIEVE IN SANTA!”
“THE REAL NORTH POLE GOAT!”
“SANTA’S COMING BACK FOR EVERYTHING!”
Pyro erupts in a crisp white blast as cameras cut to the announce desk—
Hammer Washington & Brick Brody sit ready, papers in hand, the logo glowing behind them.
Hammer Washington (warm, excited, 1980s Lance Russell energy): “Ladies and gentlemen, North Pole Arena— WELCOME to another red-hot, frostbitten edition of CHILL FACTOR! We are LIVE, we are LOUD, and folks, we are standing on the precipice of what may be the most explosive night in NPCW history!”
Brick Brody (leans back, smirks, gravel in his voice): “Explosive? Hammer, tonight’s a stick o’ dynamite sittin’ next to a busted fireplace. And I love it. Bodies are gettin’ broken, egos shattered, and if we’re lucky, somebody gets thrown head-first through a Christmas tree. That’s real wrestling, baby.”
Hammer: “Let’s start with the main event— the colossal showdown for the NPCW Universal Championship! Sinister Klaus, the dark tyrant of Grim Tidings, defends against none other than Mean Jack Mason, our North Pole Champion!”
Brick: “Oh, I can’t wait. Klaus ain’t pretty, he ain’t polite, but he’s dangerous. Mason? He’s meaner than a snow plow on black ice. Two nasty men swingin’ for gold— that’s the kinda wrestling I grew up on before the acrobats ruined everything.”
Hammer: “And we also have open warfare continuing between the Alpha factions! Tonight, members of the Monsters Bash collide with the Demonic Legion as Frankenstein’s Monster meets the Demon of Destruction Abaddon!”
Brick: “Finally— BIG, SCARY guys hittin’ each other. This is what makes my heart sing, Hammer. You got the Alpha Monster stompin’ around like a runaway bulldozer, and then you got Abaddon— a walking, talking natural disaster. You better reinforce the ring. And maybe the arena.”
Hammer: “And how about last night? Kris Kringle and Rudolph— the GUIDING FORCE— stunning the world by dethroning the Beasts and becoming the NPCW Tag Team Champions!”
Brick: “Look, I’ll give ’em credit. Two old warhorses pulled off a miracle. But I ain’t convinced lightning strikes twice. Those Beasts were half-rabid and half-exhausted— and you don’t let a wounded animal live, Hammer. It comes back harder. Trust me.”
Hammer laughs politely—Brick isn’t joking.
TONIGHT'S MATCH CARD RUNDOWN
Hammer: “Folks, let’s run it down— action from top to bottom!”
1. River Reapers (Huck Finn & Tom Sawyer) vs. The Polar Bears
Hammer: “A classic clash of grit vs. brute strength. Huck and Tom have been red-hot lately.”
Brick: “Red-hot? Please. They get mauled tonight. Bears don’t tap out, Hammer— they snack.”
2. Frankenstein’s Monster vs. Abaddon
(Alpha Warfare)
Hammer: “As we said earlier— titans colliding!”
Brick: “Put your kids to bed. This ain’t gonna be PG.”
3. Robin Hood vs. Sandman
Hammer: “A battle of agility vs. menace!”
Brick: “Agility don’t save you from a mouthful of sand. Robin’s gettin’ dusted.”
4. Big Bad Wolf & The Howlers vs. Marcus & The Beasts
(More Alpha Warfare)
Hammer: “This one could shake the ice off the roof. The Beasts are unstable, unpredictable—”
Brick: “—and PERFECT. You want wild? You want violent? You pick The Beasts. Wolf Pack better bring three wolf traps and a miracle.”
5. NPCW Tag Team Champions Kris Kringle & Rudolph (Guiding Force) vs. Kong & Ogre
Hammer: “Kringle and Rudolph begin their reign TONIGHT against brutal challengers.”
Brick: “I give ’em… five minutes. Maybe six. Kong and Ogre ain’t here for Christmas spirit— they’re here to break legends.”
MAIN EVENT – NPCW UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP Sinister Klaus (Champion) vs. Mean Jack Mason
Hammer: “Champion vs. Champion— the Universal Title hangs in the balance!”
Brick: “Oh, someone’s goin’ to the ER. That’s all I’ll say.”
HAMMER (closing the segment): “Fans, buckle up— it’s going to be a frigid, furious, unforgettable night here at CHILL FACTOR!”
BRICK: “Pour a stiff drink, grab your grandma’s sweater, and don’t blink. This show’s gonna hit like a shovel to the jaw.”
THE BUNKER
Cut to the trademark BUNKER visual—concrete walls, low lights, stacks of old tapes, a flickering monitor showing NPCW footage. Papers, coffee cups, and half-broken equipment scatter Dave’s metal desk. Dave Kent sits with his black mask, arms folded, eyes burning with journalistic rage and exhaustion.
Across from him, smirking with his green, sly face under the hooded coat, sits Grinch Heyman—slick, sinister, theatrical.
A lower-third graphic:
THE BUNKER – UNFILTERED. UNCENSORED. UNCOMFORTABLE.
DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT: “Well, ladies, gentlemen, and the genetically confused weirdos of the North Pole—welcome to THE BUNKER, the only segment in NPCW where you get the truth unseasoned, unvarnished, and unapologetically correct. I’m Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent, and today we are joined by a man who has the unique distinction of being both the smartest mind in the Demonic Legion and the only person who can make a blizzard feel humid—
Grinch Heyman. Grinch, welcome to my basement. Try not to steal anything.”
GRINCH HEYMAN (leans forward, smug grin widening) “Ohhh, Brute Kent… you wound me. I would never steal from you. I only steal from the rich, the foolish, and the painfully unprepared. You, Dave, are none of those things—though you are poorly lit.”
DAVE: “Oh trust me, pal, this lighting is intentional. It keeps guests honest. And based on the Demonic Legion’s last few outings, honesty is something y’all have been allergic to—like air, morals, or paying your tab.”
HEYMAN: (laughs theatrically) “Dave, Dave, Dave… The Demonic Legion is entering a period I call… strategic recalibration. Abaddon, Lilith, Jack Frost, my terrifying Alpha Demon Krampus—they are forces of cosmic dread, not… not… kings of the win-loss column. Our mission transcends mere victories.”
DAVE: “Yeah, that’s what every losing team says. You and about eleven NFL franchises, buddy.”
Dave taps papers on the desk.
“But let’s cut through the snowdrifts of hype.
The Demonic Legion has taken more L’s lately than Santa takes cookies.
Abaddon hasn’t flattened nearly as many ‘mortals’ as advertised. Jack Frost is two tantrums away from freezing his own boots to the floor. And Krampus—your so-called Alpha Demon—has been more offscreen threat than on-camera dominance. Only Lilith as the Queen of the North Champion had been successful.
So tell me, Grinch:
What is next for the Legion?
Because right now, it looks like you’re slipping down the chimney without a plan.”
HEYMAN: (nostrils flare, grin returning, fingers steeple dramatically)
“Ahh… you want the truth?
The Demonic Legion has not fallen—
we are evolving.
You speak of losses. I speak of lessons.
You speak of setbacks. I speak of seeds planted.
NOW, the ground is trembling because Krampus…
Krampus is stirring.
And when the Alpha Demon rises—
the Monsters Bash, the Heroes of the North, even Count Vlad’s shadows—
they will all kneel.”
DAVE: “And here comes the sermon. Wonderful.”
Dave leans closer, tone sharp.
“But here’s what I’m seeing, and I’ve been covering this business longer than you’ve been conniving backstage:
The Demonic Legion is at a crossroads.
Krampus wants dominance.
You want influence.
Abaddon wants blood.
Lilith wants power.
Jack Frost wants… I don’t know, a nap? Therapy? A warm hug?
The Legion’s got talent, I’ll give you that—more horsepower than a reindeer stampede. But it’s not aimed.
So again, Grinch—
what’s the next step?
Are you uniting? Rebuilding? Firing someone? Making new deals? Betraying someone?
What’s the plan?”
HEYMAN: (chuckles darkly, tapping his nose like a secret he enjoys keeping)
“Oh Dave…
The plan is simple—
Tonight is the beginning of the Legion’s resurrection.
Abaddon will unleash devastation upon Frankenstein’s Monster.
Jack Frost is recovering, sharpening, preparing.
Lilith is controlling the Women’s Division.
And Krampus…
Krampus is watching everything.
When the time comes—
and it is closer than you think—
the Alpha Demon will claim what is rightfully his.
Gold. Power. Dominion.”
DAVE: “Dominion? You’re talkin’ like Count Vlad. Don’t tell me you two finally buried the hatchet instead of burying it in each other.”
HEYMAN: (wicked grin)
“Let’s just say, Dave… alliances shift like snowdrifts.
The Legion bows to no count, no king, no throne.
When the Devil of December rises,
all others will step aside—or be stepped ON.”
DAVE: “Real cute. Real ominous. Real vague.”
Dave throws his hands up dramatically.
“Folks, that’s the Grinch Heyman special—25% truth, 25% threats, 50% theatre, and 100% headache.
But if even HALF of what he’s implying comes true,
NPCW is about to look like a warzone wrapped in tinsel.”
Dave leans to camera, finishing:
“Grinch Heyman…
You’ve stirred up trouble.
Now let’s see if your Legion can finally back up the promos.
Thanks for joining me in the Bunker.
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out—
it’s loose, and I ain’t fixin’ it.”
HEYMAN: (rises, smirking with dangerous pride)
“Oh Dave…
I don’t use doors.
I break them.”
He walks offscreen.
DAVE KENT (closing): “And people wonder why I don’t invite guests down here.
Back to you, Hammer and Brick. Try not to lie to this audience as much as he just did.”
Hammer: “Alright folks, we are back on CHILL FACTOR here at the North Pole Arena, and we’re kicking things off with a tag team clash that could shake a glacier in half— the River Reapers, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, taking on the walking winter wrecking crew— the Polar Bears!”
Brick: “Oh yeah, Hammer, this is how you open a show— four guys who look like they actually got into fights before they ever saw a wrestling ring. No streamers, no dance routines, just boots, fists, and fur.”
Hammer: “‘Honest’ Abe calls for the bell and here we go— Huck Finn starting things off with Polar Bear 1!”
EARLY DOUBLE TEAM – RIVER REAPERS IN CONTROL
Hammer: “Huck immediately pulls Polar Bear 1 toward the Reapers’ corner— tags in Tom Sawyer! These two are wasting no time—”
Brick: “Classic River rat mentality. Jump the big man before he knows what river he’s in.”
Hammer: “Huck sends Polar Bear 1 down, then goes up top— Top Rope Elbow from Huck Finn! And here comes Tom Sawyer— Three Quarter Nelson Suplex! Perfect double-team wrestling from the River Reapers!”
Brick: “Smart move: when the bear’s on the ground, keep him there. You let him stand up, he’s mauling somebody.”
Hammer: “But the bear’s not done yet— Polar Bear 1 muscles his way up, grabs Huck— POLAR CLUTCH Boston Crab! He plants himself right in the middle of the ring, sitting down on that lower back!”
Brick: “There you go! Sit on the man like he’s a picnic bench, crank his spine, and remind him why you don’t pick a fight with something that lives in sub-zero.”
HUCK FINN HITS HEAVY, BEARS TAG OUT
Hammer: “Huck clawing his way to the ropes, ‘Honest’ Abe with a close watch— and Huck uses those legs, kicks the bear loose! Both men up— Huck catches Polar Bear 1— Saito Suplex! He just dumped the big man right on the back of his neck!”
Brick: “I’ll give Huck this— that kid throws a nasty Saito. That’s not a ‘sports-entertainment’ move, that’s a ‘you wake up tomorrow and your neck still hurts’ move.”
Hammer: “Polar Bear 1 stumbles to his corner, tags in Polar Bear 2— and Huck charges right in again!”
Brick: “Stupid? Maybe. Entertaining? Absolutely.”
Hammer: “Huck with another Saito Suplex on Polar Bear 2! But the big bear pops back up and answers with a SWAT WITH MASSIVE PAW! He just clobbered Huck Finn like a mosquito!”
Brick: “That’s what I’m talkin’ about! That’s a receipt from Mother Nature!”
Hammer: “And Polar Bear 2 quickly tags back out, bringing Polar Bear 1 in again. They’re trying to keep fresh bodies in the ring early.”
REAPERS’ BRUTAL DOUBLE TEAMS
Hammer: “Huck trying to regroup— Polar Bear 1 steps in— but Huck ducks behind, drives him back to the Reapers’ corner! Tag to Tom Sawyer!”
Brick: “Here comes the trouble.”
Hammer: “Huck hoists Polar Bear 1— Rolling Death Valley Driver! And Tom follows right up— Double Underhook Powerbomb! They absolutely plant Polar Bear 1 in the center of the ring!”
Brick: “That’s a whole lotta mammal hitting the canvas, Hammer. Ring shifted an inch to the left.”
Hammer: “Reapers stay on him— another sequence, Huck lighting him up with Back Hand Chops while Tom cuts off the escape route. Polar Bear 1 just cannot get out of that corner!”
Brick: “I don’t like these kids, but I respect the gameplan. They’re chopping down the big tree before it falls on ’em.”
POLAR BEARS FIGHT BACK
Hammer: “But you can only hold a Polar Bear down so long— Polar Bear 1 shoves Huck away, buries him with a huge Powerslam! That rattled the ring!”
Brick: “Beautiful. That’s gravity and anger working together. That’s what I miss in this business.”
Hammer: “Tag to Polar Bear 2 now— Huck’s in trouble. Polar Bear 2 steps in— Huck from the second rope— Top Rope Elbow again! But Bear 2 just eats it and fires back— NORTHERN LIGHTS DROP atomic drop! Both men down!”
Brick: “Somebody tell Huck: you can’t elbow drop a mountain and expect the mountain to move.”
Hammer: “Huck falls across Polar Bear 2— he’s got a cover! ‘Honest’ Abe slides in— but Polar Bear 2 rolls through, reverses the momentum!”
Brick: “THAT’S how you do it!”
Hammer: “Polar Bear 2 stacking him up— ‘Honest’ Abe with the count— ONE! TWO!— NO! Huck Finn powers out just before three! Bear 2 tags back to Polar Bear 1, and Huck scrambles, diving to his corner— tag to Tom Sawyer!”
MID-MATCH WAR – POWER VS TECHNIQUE
Hammer: “Tom Sawyer in hot— The Crucible Falcon Arrow on Polar Bear 1! He drops the big man hard!”
Brick: “That’s a whole lotta risk, picking up a beast like that. Kid’s gonna feel his lower back in thirty years— if he makes it that long.”
Hammer: “But Polar Bear 1 answers with a MASSIVE PUNCH WITH PAW! Nearly takes Tom’s head off! Both teams tagging frequently— Polar Bear 2 in again, Huck back in for the Reapers— BLIZZARD SLAM powerslam from Bear 2 sends Huck bouncing!”
Hammer: “The River Reapers are taking a pounding, but they keep coming back— Tom and Huck double-team Bear 2 later on— Tom with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker, Huck follows with a stiff Superkick right to the jaw!”
Brick: “I’ll say this: these two river boys hit like they’re trying to win a bar fight behind a dive. I respect that. Hate their faces, respect their work.”
Hammer: “But every time the Reapers build momentum, the Bears find an answer. Polar Bear 2 with an INVERTED BEARHUG on Tom Sawyer, wrenching the spine!”
Brick: “Now THAT is a hold I like. That’s not just a move, that’s a lifestyle choice.”
Hammer: “Tom refuses to submit! Fighting, clawing— and somehow manages to tag Huck Finn in while still feeling the effects of that hold!”
NEAR FALLS AND SAVES – CROWD GETS LOUD
Hammer: “Huck storms in again— another Top Rope Elbow to Polar Bear 2, he just won’t stop going airborne! But Bear 2 scoops him right back up— BLIZZARD SLAM again! These two are just throwing bombs!”
Brick: “Somebody tell ‘Honest’ Abe to check the ring supports, this is getting dangerous.”
Hammer: “Tom makes a desperate tag, Polar Bear 2 rakes the eyes with a CLAW AT FACE later on, but Tom reverses it! Three Quarter Nelson Suplex! The crowd erupts!”
Crowd: “LET’S GO REAPERS! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP”
Hammer: “Tom Sawyer showing incredible resilience— but the Polar Bears keep leaning on that tag team chemistry. Multiple double-teams— NORTHERN LIGHTS DROP and Backbreakers— targeting Tom’s spine over and over!”
Brick: “That’s how real tag teams wrestle: pick a body part, obliterate it, then ask the corpse if it wants to keep going.”
Hammer: “At one point Polar Bear 2 hits a SNOWSTORM SPIN spinning side slam on Huck Finn and almost keeps him down for three, but Huck JUST kicks out to keep the match alive!”
Brick: “That was three in my book.”
FINAL STRETCH – EVERYONE EXHAUSTED
Hammer: “We’re deep into this one now— both teams look exhausted. Tom trying to fight his way out of the corner— Polar Bear 2 and Polar Bear 1 cut him off with yet another double-team— FURRY VENGEANCE swats, BACKBREAKER— they are dismantling him bit by bit!”
Brick: “Good. Maybe then he’ll stay down.”
Hammer: “Reapers answer back as we move into the late minutes— Tom reverses another CLAW AT FACE, hits another Three Quarter Nelson Suplex— tags Huck— and they nail Polar Bear 1 with a gorgeous combo: Three Quarter Nelson Suplex from Tom, Rolling Death Valley Driver from Huck!”
Crowd: “THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP”
Brick: “Geez, listen to these people. You’d think they’d never seen four guys try to kill each other before.”
Hammer: “Tom’s still in there, swings for a Jumping Reverse Cutter, but Polar Bear 1 just shoves him off and mauls him with a counter, then later drops Huck with a NECKBREAKER to cut off another surge from the Reapers!”
Brick: “That’s ring IQ. Bears are smarter than the cartoons told you, Hammer.”
THE FINISH – TIME LIMIT DRAW
Hammer: “We are in the FINAL minute— thirty minutes of back-and-forth warfare— Tom Sawyer is legal with Polar Bear 1! The crowd is on their feet!”
Brick: “Somebody’s gotta stay down here, Hammer. Human bodies aren’t meant for this long of a beating. I’ve tested it— personally.”
Hammer: “Tom ducks a wild swing, scoops Polar Bear 1 up— Death Valley Driver! He PLANTS the big bear in the center of the ring! This could be it!”
Crowd: “ONE MORE MOVE! ONE MORE MOVE!”
Hammer: “Tom crawling— inching toward a cover— ‘Honest’ Abe checking on Polar Bear 1— but wait—”
*BELL RINGS*
Hammer: “WHAT?! The bell has rung—”
Louie Linville (VO): “Ladies and gentlemen… the time limit has expired! This match is declared… a DRAW!”
Crowd: “BOOOOOOOOO!”
Brick: “Oh, you gotta be kidding me! Thirty minutes of two teams beating the stuffing out of each other and the clock beats ‘em both? I hate time limits almost as much as I hate high spots for no reason.”
Hammer: “Tom Sawyer was seconds away from a cover after that Death Valley Driver, but time has run out! ‘Honest’ Abe raises both teams’ hands— what an incredible showing from the River Reapers and the Polar Bears!”
Brick: “I’ll say this: nobody walks outta here the same. The Reapers proved they can hang with the big bears, and the Polar Bears showed they can take two guys’ best shot for half an hour and keep mauling. I want a rematch—
but next time, NO TIME LIMIT. Lock the doors and let nature decide.”
Hammer: “Folks, what a way to kick off CHILL FACTOR Episode 012— both teams pushed past their limits, and we’ve got ourselves a rivalry that is FAR from over!”
RESULTS LINE - RIVER REAPERS FIGHT TO A DRAW WITH POLAR BEARS VIA TIME LIMIT EXPIRATION AT THE 30 MINUTE MARK
WOLVES ON THE HUNT
Backstage at the North Pole Arena— neon lights buzz, a cheap fog machine runs for no reason, and a cardboard cutout of a guitar leans crooked in the background.
Slick Ricky Vega bounces into frame in a sparkly silver jacket, wide tie, and hair that looks like it was teased in a wind tunnel.
He’s holding a mic with glitter glued on it.
SLICK RICKY VEGA:
“HELLLOOOOOOOO, North Pole Nation!
It’s your man, the frosted prince of rock ’n’ roll reportage— Slick Ricky Vega—
and I am BACKstage with the baddest beasts this side of the moonlit highway!
I’m talking about the Lycan Legends, the Hair-Raising Heartbreakers, the pack that howls louder than my old band’s amps—
THE WOLF PACK!
And front and center—
the big daddy of danger himself—
THE BIG! BAD!! WOLF!!!”
Big Bad Wolf steps in, toothpick in his mouth, oozing swagger. His boys,The Howlers, fold their arms behind him, snarling in sync.
Wolf flicks his toothpick at the camera.
BIG BAD WOLF:
“Chico… when Wolf Pack walks in, the whole building gets a little more dangerous.
And tonight?
Tonight’s gonna be a feeding frenzy.”
RICKY:
“Ohhhhhh baby, that’s the sound I love to hear! Now listen here, Wolf-Man Supreme—
tonight you three step into the ring with Marcus the Beastmaster and those two walking science experiments he calls The Beasts.
Six-man tag action, live on Chill Factor, and the fans are buzzing!
What’s the word, my moon-kissed maulers?
What’s the vibe, what’s the pulse, what’s the temperature in the Wolf Den tonight?”
Wolf cracks his neck and grins dangerously.
BIG BAD WOLF:
“Temperature?
We’re runnin’ hot, chico.
Y’see… Marcus and his hairy little monsters been barkin’ loud since Convergence.
Talkin’ about how the Horde’s ‘back on track.’
Talkin’ about how The Beasts are ‘more ferocious than ever.’
But let me tell you somethin’, Slick Rick—
you don’t scare wolves by throwin’ bigger dogs at us.
You just make dinner more interesting.”
Howler 1 steps forward, snarling.
HOWLER 1:
“The Beasts think they’re hungry?
We’re STARVING.”
HOWLER 2:
“And Marcus? Marcus is walkin’ into the ring like a shepherd.
But he’s forgettin’—
we EAT shepherds.”
They grin in unison.
RICKY:
“OHHHH SNAP!
That’s the kinda rock ’n’ roll violence we live for!
But lemme play devil’s DJ for a second—
Marcus has the Beasts mojo back..
If The Beasts start foaming at the mouth and acting like they swallowed a thunderstorm—
how do you counter that?”
Wolf steps right up into the camera—close enough that you can hear his breath.
BIG BAD WOLF:
“Chico…
Wolf Pack doesn’t need to be whipped up.
We fight with claws we EARNED
and teeth we SHARPENED.
Marcus wants to whip his pets?
Fine.
Bring ’em.
Turn the Beasts into whatever nightmares you can imagine.
At the end of the night?
The Wolf Pack stands tall,
and Marcus learns the same lesson EVERYONE learns…
You don’t guide wolves.
You don’t tame wolves.
You survive us… if you’re lucky.”
He delivers the classic Big Bad Wolf smirk.
Wolf Pack howl in unison.
RICKY (leaning into the camera, eyebrows bouncing):
“OHHHHH MERCIFUL METAL GODS ABOVE—
the Wolf Pack is READY to RUMBLE!
Marcus!
Beasts!
You’ve just been served a full platter of wolfish prophecy courtesy of the Big Bad Daddy himself!
This is Slick Ricky Vega saying—
keep your amps loud, your jackets shiny,
and your eyes on CHILL FACTOR…
’cause tonight is about to get WILD!”
He strikes a cheesy rockstar pose as the camera fades back to ringside.
HAMMER WASHINGTON: “Fans, welcome back to CHILL FACTOR, and what a showdown we have right now!
Frankenstein’s Monster versus Abaddon the Demon of Destruction—two heavy hitters, two Alpha faction titans, and this one could blow the roof off!”
BRICK BRODY: “Oh yeah, Hammer—THIS is what wrestling’s supposed to look like. Not flips, not dives—just two mountains tryin’ to cave each other’s skulls in. I got goosebumps and a mild concussion just watching ’em.”
HAMMER: “And let’s point out—Lilith, standing out there at ringside—she was competing down in HCW earlier tonight! She hopped a ride, barely made it back here in time to be in Abaddon’s corner!”
BRICK: “Dedication, Hammer. A little evil carpoolin’ never hurt anybody. Well—except whoever’s stuck riding with her.”
BOMBS RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE
Hammer: “Here we go—OH my! Both men charge straight in—no feeling out process! Abaddon scoops Monster— ABADDON’S FURY F-5!! But Monster’s right back up— Monster grabs him— THE FLAT LINER running powerslam! These two opened like it’s the last thirty seconds of a title fight!”
Brick: “This is beautiful chaos! No wasted motion! No ‘test of strength’ garbage! Just—bang! Boom! Smash! All the food groups!”
MONSTER TAKES CONTROL
Hammer: “Monster now with an elbow drop right to the chest—Abaddon taking some real damage early!”
Brick: “Elbow looked like it weighed 200 pounds, Hammer—and that’s just the arm.”
LILITH GETS INVOLVED
Hammer (surprised): “And Lilith—OH COME ON—she just raked Monster across the face! Ref didn’t see it!”
Brick: “That’s called managing, Hammer. You should try it someday. Might fix your hair.”
THE MONSTER STRIKES BACK HARD
Hammer: “Monster answers with another FLAT LINER! And that shook the whole ring!”
Brick: “That’s what happens when you drop a demon like a sack of icy potatoes.”
THE BIG EXCHANGE – BOTH MEN THROWING BOMBS
Hammer: “Back and forth now— Abaddon with the NETHERSTRIKE kneelift— Monster answers with THE BOLT DRIVER double axe handle!”
Brick: “I love this! Every time one hits a finish, the other says ‘Nah, brother, not today.’”
DR. FRANKENSTEIN DISTRACTS THE REF!
Hammer: “Wait—hang on—Dr. Frankenstein is on the apron distracting ‘Honest’ Abe! Monster lands a huge elbow while Abe is tied up!”
Brick: “Ha ha! The doc’s finally learning how to cheat like a professional! Warms my heart.”
ABADDON GETS A BIG HIT
Hammer:“And Abaddon—HELL’S FURY triple powerbomb! But Monster still moves! He won’t stay down!”
Brick: “That ain’t a human being, Hammer. That’s what happens when you build a man like a fridge and give him violent tendencies.”
MONSTER NEUTRALIZES A F-5
Hammer: “Abaddon goes for ABADDON’S FURY again— Monster BLOCKS it! Uses brute strength to stop the rotation!”
Brick: “That’s insane! That move puts away half the roster—Monster just said ‘Nope’ like he’s refusing his vegetables!”
PIN ATTEMPT – MONSTER NEARLY WINS
Hammer: “Monster hits the GRAVEYARD SLAM—hooks the leg—ONE! TWO!—NO! Abaddon kicks out!”
Brick: “Abaddon’s tougher than he looks, Hammer. And he looks like a Halloween clearance bin after a fist fight.”
LILITH MESSES WITH MONSTER AGAIN
Hammer: “Oh come on! Lilith—she’s using those demonic wiles again— Monster looks momentarily dazed!”
Brick: “Don’t blame him. That woman’s part hypnotist, part heartbreaker, part tax auditor. Terrifying combination.”
ABADDON’S OFFENSIVE SURGE
Hammer: “And Abaddon capitalizes—HELLFIRE PLEX! Another suplex—another! Monster is reeling!”
Brick: “Hit him again! It’s the first time all match he’s looked human!”
MONSTER SNAPS OUT OF IT
Hammer: “Another attempt at ABADDON’S FURY— Monster blocks it AGAIN! And look—Monster shaking off the haze— he’s firing up!”
Brick: “He’s rebooting, Hammer! Somebody hit CTRL-ALT-DELETE on that behemoth!”
THE FINISH – MONSTER ENDS IT
Hammer: “Monster scoops up Abaddon— DEADWEIGHT DROP! He DROPS him hard! Monster hooks the leg!”
Crowd chants: “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Hammer: “That’s it! That’s it! Frankenstein’s Monster has defeated Abaddon!”
Brick: “WHAT A FIGHT! That was a demolition derby with legs. And hey—give Abaddon credit—he tried to break the Monster. Instead, he got broken like a lawn chair at a family reunion.”
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS ABADDON VIA PINFALL AT THE 21 MINUTE MARK
HAMMER WASHINGTON: “Alright folks, this one’s been anticipated all night—Robin Hood, the noble outlaw of Nottingham, stepping into the ring with the merciless, unpredictable Sandman!”
BRICK BRODY: “Unpredictable? Hammer, Sandman looks like he hasn’t slept since 1982 and he’s mad at the entire planet for it. I love this guy. Punch-first, kick-second, ask-never.”
THE BELL RINGS – ROBIN HOOD STRIKES EARLY
Hammer: “And we’re underway—Robin Hood wastes NO time—lifts Sandman high— POP-UP POWERBOMB! He almost drove Sandman THROUGH the canvas!”
Brick: “Good! That’s how you start a fight! Smash the guy before he even figures out what dimension he’s in!”
SANDMAN STRIKES BACK
Hammer: “Sandman fires back— SPINNING FIST STRIKE right to the jaw! Robin Hood staggered!”
Brick: “That’s a knuckle sandwich with no bread, Hammer. Straight pain.”
ROBIN HOOD LOCKS IN THE SHARPSHOOTER
Hammer: “And Robin Hood—look at this! He’s got those legs twisted— Sharpshooter! A classic wrestling hold on the Sandman!”
Brick: “Yeah but Sandman ain’t normal. You can’t make a guy who lives in nightmares tap out. He probably LIKES pain.”
SANDMAN REVERSAL INTO A CRADLE SUPLEX
Hammer: “Robin Hood tries the Pop-Up Powerbomb again— but Sandman reverses in mid-air— CRADLE SUPLEX! That came out of nowhere!”
Brick: “See? That’s veteran greasy-fighter instinct right there. You don’t teach that. You acquire it from bar fights and poor life choices.”
BACK AND FORTH WARFARE
Hammer: “They’re picking up the pace— Robin Hood with a German Suplex! Sandman with a Standing Clothesline! They’re trading heavy shots!”
Brick:“Keep hitting each other! Don’t stop! This is therapy but with a crowd.”
ANOTHER BIG EXCHANGE
Hammer: “Robin Hood— a DDT! Sandman pops up with another clothesline! Now Robin Hood again— DDT! Sandman answers with a kick! This is nonstop!”
Brick: “No rest holds! No stalling! This is how REAL wrestlers fought in my day. You get hit, you hit back twice. It’s beautiful.”
ROBIN HOOD GOES FOR THE HIGH IMPACT
Hammer: “Robin Hood cracking Sandman with a sharp Enzuigiri! He’s building momentum!”
Brick: “Kick him harder! You’re fighting a man who throws sleep dust, Hammer! That’s illegal in 48 states!”
SANDMAN TAKES OVER WITH BULLDOGS
Hammer: “And now Sandman— RUNNING BULLDOG!
And another! Driving Robin Hood face-first into the mat!”
Brick: “THAT’S the stuff! Drag his skull across the canvas like you’re plowing snow in January!”
ROBIN HOOD WON’T STAY DOWN
Hammer: “But Robin Hood fights back— German Suplex! Then— oh my word— APRON POWERBOMB! Sandman goes crashing to the floor!”
Brick: “YES! Throw him at something harder than both of you! Make him feel the wood!”
Hammer: “Referee ‘Honest’ Abe begins the count— but Sandman gets back in by four!”
THE BIG KNEECAP BRAINBUSTER EXCHANGES
Hammer: “Robin Hood connects with a Pumphandle Kneecap Brainbuster! What impact!”
Brick: “Moves like that separate the men from the chiropractors.”
Hammer: “But Sandman answers with a spinning fist! These two are tearing each other apart!”
NEAR FALL – ROBIN HOOD ALMOST WINS
Hammer: “Robin Hood lands another DDT— he hooks the leg— ONE! TWO!— NO! Sandman kicks out!”
Brick: “He kicked out because spite is a powerful drug, Hammer.”
SLEEP DUST AGAIN
Hammer: “Sandman throws that SLEEP DUST again— Robin Hood fighting through it, but you can see him blinking hard!”
Brick: “That stuff should be illegal in wrestling AND Las Vegas magic shows.”
FINAL SEQUENCE – SANDMAN STRIKES GOLD
Hammer: “Robin Hood with ANOTHER DDT— he’s trying to end this— BUT SANDMAN— OUT OF NOWHERE— GO TO SLEEP!! A brutal knee right to the face! Robin Hood collapses!”
Brick: “That’s it! Goodnight, noble boy scout!”
Hammer: “Sandman covers— ONE! TWO! THREE! Sandman pulls off the victory!”
SANDMAN DEFEATS ROBIN HOOD VIA PINFALL AT THE 20 MINUTE MARK
THE NEW NPCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
Backstage at the North Pole Arena—spotlights gleam off the brand-new NPCW Tag Team Championship belts draped proudly over the shoulders of Kris Kringle and Rudolph.
Slick Ricky Vega struts into frame, his silver jacket shimmering like a disco ball at a questionable Vegas club. His sparkly mic is already halfway to his mouth.
He’s sweating, hyped, and vibrating with 1987 glam energy.
SLICK RICKY VEGA:
“HELLLOOOOOOOO, North Pole faithful and frostbitten fanatics!!
It’s your glacial guru of glam, your frost-kissed maestro of mayhem,
Slick Rickyyyy Vega,
and tonight—
TONIGHT, baby—
we are basking in championship GOLD!”
He gestures dramatically toward the tag champions.
SLICK RICKY:
“Because standing right beside me—shining brighter than a Vegas marquee at midnight—
are the NEW Tag Team Champions of the entire frosty universe…
the holly-jolly juggernaut duo…
the sleigh-riding slingers of justice…
the ring’s radiant rockstars…
THE GUIDING FORCE—KRIS KRINGLE AND RUDOLPH!!!”
The crowd in the arena pops through the backstage monitor.
Rudolph grins. Kris Kringle gives a nod, arms crossed like a bearded biker saint.
RUDOLPH:
“Feels good, Slick. REAL good.
Last night, the Beasts wanted a fight…
and the Guiding Force gave ’em one they’ll never forget.”
KRIS KRINGLE (deep, grizzled voice):
“We stepped into that ring with monsters.
Not men—
monsters.
But you want to stand in the path of the Guiding Force?
Then you’re gettin’ lit up like Christmas Eve, brother.”
SLICK RICKY (leaning in with wild eyes):
“OHHHHH I LOVE IT!
But let’s roll that tape back a second, friends—
because last night on Polar Power 035, you two didn’t just win…
you toppled the genetically-supercharged terrors,
the monstrous madmen of the Primal Horde…
The Beasts.
How does it FEEL to wake up this morning as the brand-new NPCW Tag Team Champions?!”
RUDOLPH (proud smile):
“It feels like justice.
The Beasts came in thinking they were unstoppable…
but they underestimated what happens when two veterans with one mission stand together.
Kris and I—we’re not just a team.
We’re a force with purpose.”
KRIS KRINGLE:
“I’ve fought shadows older than time.
Rudolph’s led reindeer across storms mortals can’t even imagine.
The Beasts hit us hard, tried to tear us apart…
and we kept gettin’ back up.
Because that’s what the North Pole does.
We endure.
We STAND.”
SLICK RICKY:
“And speaking of standing—
tonight, neon nation—
these two strutting saints of snowfall have another showdown waiting for them!
A non-title match, sure—
but against the snow-smashing enforcers of the Monsters Bash—
Kong and Ogre!
That’s like trying to out-rock a double encore from Guns N’ Roses in ’87!
Gentlemen—
what’s the game plan?”
RUDOLPH:
“Kong and Ogre are big, strong, and mean.
And they’ve been leaving a trail of broken bodies.
But tonight?
They’re stepping into the ring with the Tag Team Champions.
We didn’t get these belts by accident, Slick.”
KRIS KRINGLE (grins with that grizzled santa menace):
“If Kong and Ogre think last night took anything out of us…
they’re in for a surprise.
Champions don’t rest.
Champions don’t hide.
Champions fight—
and tonight,
the Guiding Force sends a message loud enough for the whole North Pole to hear:
You want these belts?
Step up.
You want to crush us?
Bring a bigger hammer.
Because we’re still here—
and we’re still swingin’.”
SLICK RICKY (practically vibrating):
“OHHHHH THAT’S THE STUFF!
That’s the peppermint-flavored poetry of PAIN and PURPOSE!
Ladies and gentlemen, your Tag Team Champions—
KRIS KRINGLE!
RUDOLPH!
THE GUIDING FORCE!”
He poses dramatically.
SLICK RICKY (closing):
“This is Slick Ricky Vega reminding you—
keep your bells jingling, your cocoa spiked,
and your eyes locked on CHILL FACTOR…
’cause the champions just turned UP the holiday heat!”
Camera fades to ringside.
THE BELL RINGS — CHAOS AT THE START
HAMMER WASHINGTON: “Here we go, folks—six men with bad blood, bad tempers, and worse intentions! The Wolf Pack on one side—Big Bad Wolf and the Howlers—and across from them Marcus the Beastmaster and his feral Beasts from the Primal Horde!”
BRICK BRODY: “Look at this! You don’t even gotta ring the bell—these guys wanna fight like they’ve been locked in a parking lot for two days! This is MY kind o’ wrestling, Hammer! No finesse, no flips, just raw hostility!”
1ST MINUTE — BIG BAD WOLF OPENS FURIOUS
Hammer: “Big Bad Wolf starts this one—rakes Beast 1 across the back with those claws! A nasty opening shot!”
Brick: “GOOD! Finally someone with some sense. You don’t start with a handshake—you start by taking a chunk outta somebody!”
Hammer: “And Wolf tags in Howler #2—Wolf Pack moving quick here!”
2ND MINUTE — HOWLER #2 DROPS BEAST 1
Hammer: “Howler #2 lifts Beast 1—PILEDRIVER! Beast 1’s head bounced off the mat like a frozen pumpkin!”
Brick: “Been sayin’ for years: more piledrivers, less fancy flips. Wrestling needed this match.”
Beast 1 staggers and tags in Beast 2.
3RD MINUTE — THE HORDE SWARM HOWLER #1
Hammer: “Oh no—Howler #1 finds himself in the wrong corner! Beast 2, Beast 1 AND Marcus swarm him—three-on-one ambush! Belly-to-belly from Beast 2! Beast 1 tosses him out! Marcus with a diving elbow!”
Brick: “That’s teamwork! Savage, dirty teamwork! I love it!”
Hammer: “Howler #1 barely beats the count back in at nine! That’s heart!”
Brick: “Or stupidity. Either way, he’s in rough shape.”
4TH MINUTE — WOLF PACK RETURN THE FAVOR
Hammer: “Howler #1 fights back—tags in Wolf and Howler #2—they surround Beast 2! A triple-team: multiple elbows, a Lupine Lariat from Wolf, and another elbow drop from Howler #2!”
Brick: “That’s right! Return fire! Make that bear wish he stayed in hibernation!”
5TH MINUTE — POLLY MASON CHEATS!
Hammer: “Howler #1 hits a Samoan Drop—but Polly Mason just smashed Howler #1 with a loaded purse! That thing HIT like a bowling ball in a sock!”
Brick: “Polly Mason is the most dangerous woman in NPCW and I respect the commitment.”
Beast 2 nearly pins Howler #1, but he kicks out!
7TH MINUTE — BIG BAD WOLF REGAINS CONTROL
Hammer: “Wolf is back in—Wolf Pack with a distraction, Wolf knocks Beast 2 silly with a big clubbing blow!”
Brick: “I LIKE this version of Wolf Pack! No moonlight poetry, just violence!”
Beast 2 tags Beast 1.
8TH MINUTE — HORDE TRI-TEAM ATTACK
Hammer: “And now the Horde swarm Big Bad Wolf—double headbutts from both Beasts, Marcus with another shoulderbreaker—Wolf goes down hard!”
Brick: “Marcus is coaching these monsters like he’s running a biker bar fight. I approve.”
10TH MINUTE — CHAOTIC PIN REVERSAL
Hammer: “Marcus hits the ALPHA SLAM on Howler #2—goes for a pin—but Howler #2 reverses it! He nearly pins Marcus!”
Brick: “That’s ring smarts! When in doubt, turn the fat guy over and hope he’s dizzy!”
Both men tag out.
11TH–12TH MINUTES — WOLF PACK RALLY
Hammer: “Howler #1 and Wolf work together—Samoan Drop and back claws—Beast 2’s reeling!”
Brick: “Wolf Pack’s got rhythm now. This is like a bar fight where everyone actually practices.”
14TH MINUTE — HORDE STRIKES AGAIN
Hammer: “Another three-on-one from the Horde! Headbutts! Belly-to-belly! Marcus with an elbow drop!”
Brick: “THAT’S A GANG FIGHT! I love gang fights! More factions should commit to this level of violence!!”
16TH MINUTE — HOWLER #1 NEARLY WINS
Hammer: “Howler #1 hits the HOWLER DROP—goes for a cover—ONE—NO! Marcus kicks out!”
Brick: “If Marcus goes down, the Horde collapses! He’s the glue. The angry, sweaty glue.”
17TH MINUTE — POLLY MASON STRIKES AGAIN
Hammer: “Oh COME ON! Polly Mason with another loaded purse shot to Howler #1! Ref didn’t see a thing!”
Brick: “Polly is the MVP of the Horde. Give that woman a belt!”
Marcus tries another pin—but Howler #1 kicks out again!
18TH–19TH MINUTES — WOLF PACK TAKE BACK CONTROL
Hammer: “Howler #1 tags Wolf—Wolf Pack with a Scoop Slam and an abdominal stretch combo on Marcus!”
Brick: “That’ll realign your spine and your social life!”
Marcus tags in Beast 2.
20TH MINUTE — THE FINISH
Hammer: “Howler #1 back in—Beast 2 grabs him—Side suplex! But Wolf Pack—Moonshadow and Moonsilver—grab Beast 2’s legs from outside! HOLDING them down!”
Brick: “OH HOOOOO! NOW THAT’S poetic justice! You cheat us, we cheat YOU!”
Hammer: “Howler #1 collapses onto Beast 2—‘Honest’ Abe counts—ONE! TWO! THREE! The Wolf Pack steal it with a little pack-instinct teamwork!”
Brick: “I LOVE IT! Wolves hunt in packs, Hammer! You bring a Horde? We bring a PACK! This is wrestling at its finest—messy, violent, full of grudges!”
THE WOLF PACK DEFEATS THE PRIMAL HORDE WHEN HOWLER #1 PINS BEAST 2 AT THE 20 MINUTE MARK.
Hammer Washington: “Welcome back to CHILL FACTOR, folks—and right now we’ve got ourselves a HUGE non-title tag team clash! The NPCW Tag Team Champions, the Guiding Force—Kris Kringle and Rudolph—taking on the Monsters Bash enforcers, Kong and Ogre, accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein!”
Brick Brody: “Yeah, and don’t let that ‘non-title’ stuff fool you, Hammer. If Kong and Ogre smash the champs tonight, they’re punching their ticket straight to a future title shot… and maybe through a few ribs along the way.”
Hammer: “Dr. Frankenstein already saw his Monster pick up a big victory earlier tonight, and you know he’d love to make it a sweep for the Monsters Bash by knocking off the Tag Team Champions here.”
Brick: “Hey, I’m all for it. Champs need to be tested. And by tested, I mean beaten up severely.”
Bell rings.
MINUTES 1–3 – KONG ROCKS KRINGLE, EVERYONE JOINS IN
Hammer: “Kris Kringle starting it off with Kong—goes right to that Winter Freeze reverse chinlock, trying to control the big man—”
Brick: “Bold strategy trying to headlock a gorilla.”
Hammer: “And Kong just shrugs him off and HURLS himself in—diving headbutt! Kringle gets rocked, and he wisely tags Rudolph in.”
Brick: “Smart. You don’t stand in front of a freight train twice.”
Hammer: “Rudolph charges in— HEADBUTT! Kong answers with a sledgehammer shot to the chest! These two are colliding like battering rams out there!”
Brick: “You can hear that in the cheap seats.”
Hammer: “Tag back to Kringle— and things are breaking down already! Kong calls in Ogre, Rudolph steps back in— EVERYBODY in the ring now!”
Brick: “Here we go! This is what I paid to see—even though I didn’t pay for anything!”
Hammer: “Kringle smashing Kong’s head into the buckle—Sleigh Crash! Rudolph with a double punch combo! Kong still swaying—and Ogre grabs Kringle with a snap mare to cut him off! All four men just throwing bombs in the first few minutes!”
MINUTES 4–8 – BACK AND FORTH, CHAOS & FLOOR SPILL
Hammer: “Kringle now with a Chimney Collapse knee drop to Kong, but Kong refuses to fall—another shot to the chest from Kong sends Kringle reeling, and he tags Rudolph back in!”
Brick: “Kringle’s tough, but Kong hits like a falling anvil.”
Hammer: “Rudolph rammed that head right into Kong’s midsection, then later connects with a cross body block—but Kong flips the momentum with a snap mare again, slowing him down.”
Brick: “The champs are finding out what happens when you pick a fight with hired monsters.”
Hammer: “Incredible sequences—again all four inside the ring! Kringle with Good Tidings—multiple headbutts, Rudolph with the Reindeer Kick, while Kong hits that jungle swing slam and Ogre hammers away with punches! This ring is full of chaos!”
Brick: “Somebody reinforce the boards, Hammer—this is four refrigerators colliding.”
Hammer: “And now—another all-in rush! Kringle and Rudolph teaming up on Kong and Ogre—Kringle with more headbutts, Rudolph with another thudding headbutt—but Kong heaves Kringle over the top rope to the floor! Ogre drops down with a big butt drop on Rudolph while the ref starts the count on Kris!”
Hammer: “‘Honest’ Abe up to four—but Kringle drags himself back into the ring before it gets dangerous!”
MINUTES 9–12 – ENFORCERS TAKE CONTROL, CHAMPS FIGHT BACK
Hammer: “Kringle tries that Winter Freeze again, but Kong reverses into a snap mare and tags out to Ogre—Ogre with a big sledge to the chest! Kringle’s feeling the effects of this one.”
Brick: “Knew this would happen. You can’t just no-sell two bowling balls in human form.”
Hammer: “Rudolph tags back in—everyone piles in for another all-out clash—Rudolph with a headbutt, Kringle with The Long Winter delayed vertical suplex, while Kong and Ogre keep dropping heavy hits and butt drops. Neither side can keep the other down!”
Brick: “This is a meat storm, Hammer. The whole division oughta be watchin’ this and takin’ notes—THIS is how you fight for status.”
Hammer: “Rudolph and Kringle now LEGAL double-teaming Ogre—double punches, Kris with that Yuletide Plex gutwrench suplex. Ogre keeps finding ways to answer, though—snap mares, pounding offense—but the champs are staying right with them.”
MINUTES 13–16 – NEAR FALLS, CHAMPS ROLL
Hammer: “Look at Rudolph—flying dropkick to Ogre! But Ogre folds him with a heavy shot to the face. Rudolph keeps coming back, tags Kringle again… This match is a marathon!”
Brick: “If they weren’t champs already, I’d say they’re crazy for taking this match AFTER beating the Beasts last night. This is how you shorten careers— which I am NOT opposed to, for the record.”
Hammer: “Ogre nearly pins Rudolph after that backslam, but Kringle makes the save! And here we go—Kringle and Rudolph double-teaming Kong now—Crimson Wrath cradle piledriver, Rudolph with another nasty headbutt!”
Brick: “That piledriver is disgusting. I approve.”
Hammer: “Next sequence, Kong tries to fight back but the champs just keep rolling—The Long Winter suplex by Kringle, followed by another flying dropkick from Rudolph! Kong is in serious trouble for the first time tonight!”
MINUTES 17–20 – CHAMPS POUR IT ON, KONG BARELY SURVIVES
Hammer: “Kong tries a diving headbutt, but Kringle catches him—Crimson Wrath again! He goes for a cover—but Kong kicks out at one!”
Brick: “You wanna be an enforcer, you better kick out of stuff that would kill a normal man. Kong’s still in this thing.”
Hammer: “Now the Guiding Force are in full control—triple-round double-team sequence on Kong! Kringle with more Good Tidings headbutts, Rudolph strutting with that Dashing Through the Snow—almost mocking Kong while he’s dazed—and then another Long Winter suplex plus a Rudolph headbutt!”
Brick: “They’re showin’ off a little. I don’t hate it.”
Hammer: “And they cap it off—Sack Toss snap mare from Kringle, Guiding Light flying body press from Rudolph! Kong just can’t get out of the champions’ rhythm!”
MINUTES 21–24 – MONSTERS BASH REFUSE TO DIE
Hammer: “Another all-out melee—Kringle spiking Kong with another Crimson Wrath while Rudolph soars with the Guiding Light again—Ogre crashing down butt-first, Kong still trying to drive his head into Kringle—this is turning into a war of attrition!”
Brick: “I don’t know what Dr. Frankenstein’s been feeding these boys, but it’s working. They just keep getting back up.”
Hammer: “Kringle lands another knee drop on Kong, then tags Rudolph in—Rudolph throws a mule kick at Kong, but Ogre sneaks in with another big butt drop, cutting him off. Ogre tags in properly and plants Rudolph with a piledriver—goes for the pin—only gets one before Rudolph powers out!”
Brick: “Rudolph’s got that main-event neck now. You can’t just drop him once and expect him to stay down.”
MINUTES 25–28 – EVERYONE RUNNING ON FUMES
Hammer: “Rudolph answers back with a big cross body and tags Kringle—Ogre tags in as well. The big man and the old warhorse face off—this crowd is electric!”
Brick: “Smells like sweat and regret out there. My kinda match.”
Hammer: “Both men stumble for footing, then later Kringle and Rudolph double-team Ogre with a Sleigh Crash into the corner and a flying dropkick! Ogre answers with a heavy kneelift, then another kneelift in the next exchange—but Kringle caps it with a Yuletide Plex!”
Brick: “They’re hitting finishers like they’re going out of style. Somebody’s gotta STAY DOWN soon… right?”
MINUTES 29–30 – FINAL SURGE & TIME-LIMIT DRAW
Hammer: “Ogre nearly steals it with another backslam on Rudolph—goes for the pin—Kringle dives in at two to break it up! These four have poured EVERYTHING out here tonight.”
Brick: “If I was ‘Honest’ Abe I’d just ring the bell and declare mutual destruction.”
Hammer: “Rudolph and Kringle with one last push—double punches, Frostbite knee lift to the midsection—Ogre is barely standing, but he’s still fighting!”
Brick: “Stubborn monster. I like him.”
Hammer: “Ogre manages one more big butt drop right onto Rudolph as the minutes tick down! Both men are down, the crowd is roaring—”
*BELL RINGS*
Hammer: “And that’s it! Thirty minutes have expired—this match has gone to the time limit!”
Brick: “No winner, no loser—just four broken bodies and a message to the entire tag division: if you want top dog status, you better be willing to go a full half-hour with two giants and Santa’s angry predecessor.”
Hammer: “The Monsters Bash enforcers have just taken the Tag Team Champions to the absolute limit, but the Guiding Force stand tall at the end—belts in hand, pride intact, and a whole lot of bruises to show for it.”
Brick: “I want the rematch. Next time? No time limit. Lock the doors and let ‘em sort it out.”
RESULTS LINE - GUIDING FORCE FIGHT TO A DRAW WITH KONG & OGRE VIA TIME LIMIT EXPIRATION AT THE 30 MINUTE MARK
Guiding Force (Kris Kringle & Rudolph) standing tall when…
*THE LIGHTS DROP*
*A LOW RUMBLE OF BELLS—TWISTED, DISSONANT—ECHOES THROUGH THE ARENA*
GRIM TIDINGS’ MUSIC HITS
The crowd erupts into a mix of boos and uneasy murmurs as Fenwick Grimbough appears at the top of the ramp with his dark, looming entourage—
Hans Trapp, monstrous and cold-eyed, and Knecht Ruprecht, dragging a cruel chain across the stage floor.
Fenwick grins with the smugness of a man who knows something everyone else doesn’t.
In one bony hand, he waves a rolled-up parchment tied with black ribbon—a contract.
The Tag Team Champions, Kris Kringle and Rudolph, stand in the ring, sweat-soaked and bruised from the marathon war they just had with Kong and Ogre. They turn toward the ramp, clearly exhausted but ready for another fight if it comes to that.
FENWICK GRIMBOUGH: “Well, well, well… look at the heroes of the North Pole! Victorious… resilient… crawling out of a thirty-minute slugfest like a pair of ancient reindeer who forgot how retirement works!”
The crowd boos loudly.
Fenwick raises the contract straight into camera view.
FENWICK: “Gentlemen… I am here with OFFICIAL BUSINESS. As you are surely aware— my monstrous client Hans Trapp won the Convergence Cup last week.”
He taps the document.
FENWICK: “And that prestigious victory comes with a GUARANTEED TITLE MATCH… at ANY time… against ANY champions… of HIS choosing!”
Hans Trapp steps forward, cracking his knuckles like distant thunder.
Rudolph and Kringle exchange a wary look.
Fenwick paces the stage like a smug attorney addressing a courtroom.
FENWICK: “But before my client…” taps Hans Trapp’s massive chest “…decides whether YOU TWO are worthy of receiving that honor— we would like to… test you.”
The crowd reacts with confusion.
Kringle raises a hand, shouting from the ring.
KRIS KRINGLE: “Hold on, Fenwick. Let me get this straight— you’ve got a contract for a TITLE MATCH… and what you’re asking for is… a NON-title match next week on Polar Power?”
Rudolph leans into the mic, equally baffled.
RUDOLPH: “You want to see if WE’RE worthy? You’re not cashing in? You just… want a regular match?”
Fenwick lifts his chin with theatrical dignity.
FENWICK: “Precisely. If you two are the legendary team the North Pole sings stories about— then surely you won’t object to giving my Grim Tidings a preview. A taste. A little… sampler platter of your holiday heroism.”
He snaps his fingers.
Ruprecht rattles his chains.
Trapp cracks his neck anxiously, glaring at the champions.
Fenwick grins again.
FENWICK:“So what do you say, Guiding Force? Next week— Kris Kringle & Rudolph… vs. Hans Trapp & Knecht Ruprecht… NON-title. Let’s see if your record-breaking win wasn’t just a fluke of Christmas luck.”
The crowd gasps.
Kringle and Rudolph look at one another—worn down but fired up.
Kringle nods.
Rudolph nods back.
KRIS KRINGLE: “Fine. You want a test next week?”
RUDOLPH: “You got it. Non-title. But don’t mistake that for safety— if your boys want to fight us, we’ll give them the fight of their lives.”
The crowd erupts.
Fenwick performs an over-the-top villainous bow.
FENWICK: “Splendid. Consider it… scheduled.”
Grim Tidings’ theme hits again as Fenwick gestures dramatically and his monstrous duo steps back into the shadows with him, leaving the Guiding Force standing tall but staring down the ramp with a newfound tension.
Fade out to Hammer & Brick preparing to introduce the main event segment.
THE INVESTMENT
The screen cuts to black. The faint sound of dripping water echoes. A single ember drifts across the screen, glowing bright red before fading.
[Narrator, low and foreboding]: "In every age… chaos finds a champion."
The camera slowly pans across a ruined stone hallway, lit only by burning torches. Heavy, bestial breathing rumbles in the background. A massive silhouette shifts in the darkness — the outline of Grondar’s hulking frame. His fiery eyes flicker for just a moment before the screen cuts away.
[Magnus Blackwell’s voice, calm and aristocratic]: "Violence is the purest currency… and I’ve bought myself the rarest investment of all."
We now see Magnus Blackwell in a dimly lit study, dressed immaculately in a black three-piece suit, holding his silver-tipped cane. Behind him, out of focus, Grondar lurks in the shadows — a beast waiting to be unleashed.
Magnus (continuing): "Titles, pride, legacy… all of it means nothing. When Grondar enters NPCW, the only outcome is destruction. And when the ashes settle, remember this: I gave him permission to burn your world down."
The sound of heavy footsteps shakes the frame as Grondar steps into focus, towering over Magnus. His fiery eyes lock onto the camera. He lets out a guttural roar, shaking the screen to static.
[On-screen text, bold and metallic, with flames licking the letters]:
“GRONDAR THE REVENANT — COMING TO NPCW”
“LED BY MAGNUS BLACKWELL”
The screen cuts to black as the last words echo:
Magnus Blackwell (off-screen, almost whispering): "Consider yourselves… foreclosed."
(Vignette ends. The arena lights come up. Hammer and Brick are frozen for a second, both staring at the monitor.)
HAMMER WASHINGTON (wide-eyed, steady but shaken): “Folks… I— I don’t even know what to say.
That… that wasn’t just a hype video. That was a declaration of war. Magnus Blackwell—one of the wealthiest, most dangerous men in the wrestling world—has apparently purchased the loyalty of… Grondar the Revenant.”
BRICK BRODY (leans forward, eyes narrowing): “‘Purchased’? Hammer, that wasn’t a purchase.
That was a man tellin’ the world he bought himself a NATURAL DISASTER with fists.”
HAMMER: “This Grondar—if the stories are true—isn’t just a powerhouse. He’s a force of nature. I’ve heard the rumblings for months—some kind of underground fighting pit champion, unstoppable, unbreakable— but to SEE him? To hear that breathing? Those eyes? My goodness…”
BRICK (grinning darkly): “I’ve been in bar fights, back-alley rumbles, and a couple situations that the statute of limitations hasn’t run out on yet— and I ain’t NEVER heard anything breathe like that.”
He taps his headset like it might fall off.
“NPCW ain’t ready, Hammer. Those tag teams? The singles guys? Even the big monsters? They ain’t ready for a walking extinction event.”
HAMMER: “And Magnus Blackwell saying ‘violence is the purest currency’… good heavens… What kind of man chooses Grondar as his investment?”
BRICK: “The kind of man who doesn’t want to win matches— he wants to make STATEMENTS. He wants to turn locker rooms into panic rooms.”
HAMMER: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve seen factions rise, monsters unleashed, supernatural forces walk into NPCW… but this— this is different. This is calculated. Cold. Strategic. Magnus Blackwell didn’t just sign a wrestler.
He unleashed a catastrophe.”
BRICK (leaning back, arms crossed): “I’ll tell you this much, Hammer— once Grondar steps foot in NPCW, every man in that locker room better update his insurance policy. Because something BIG just joined the game… and I don’t think anybody’s gonna survive it untouched.”
HAMMER: “We… we need to move on, folks, but— I have a feeling we’ll be talking about Grondar the Revenant a LOT more in the weeks ahead.”
Camera fades toward the ring as they prepare to set up for the Universal Championship Main Event.
Hammer Washington: “Ladies and gentlemen… buckle up. Two champions collide. Two of the most vicious men in all of NPCW. Sinister Klaus puts the Universal Title on the line against Mean Jack Mason—the North Pole Champion—right here, right now, on CHILL FACTOR!”
Brick Brody: “Oh, it’s about time somebody forced this place to grow a spine! This ain’t a wrestling match, Hammer. This is a custody dispute over who owns the whole dang company’s soul.”
Hammer: “Klaus with the backing of Grim Tidings… Mason with Polly Mason and the entire Primal Horde lurking behind him… this is dangerous.”
Brick: “And beautiful.”
Bell Rings.
1ST MINUTE – MASON CHEATS FIRST
Hammer: “Klaus moves in fast—bear hug! The Klaus Crush cinched in early—NO! Polly Mason just smacked Klaus across the back with that loaded purse!”
Brick: “HA! Good! That’s how you start a championship match—with a felony!”
Hammer: “Mason drops Klaus with the Rude Awakening! He’s going for a cover already—NO! Klaus kicks out at two! Mason nearly stole the Universal Title in sixty seconds!”
Brick: “If he did, I’d have called it the smartest title win in the last decade.”
2ND–4TH MINUTES – MASON DOMINATES, KLAUS STRUGGLES
Hammer: “Mason reverses another Klaus Crush—Lou Thesz Press! Repeated shots! Klaus is rattled!”
Brick: “Mason’s been waiting for this. He said last week he’d break Klaus in half, and he’s ahead of schedule!”
Hammer: “Klaus fires back—Stocking Stuffer shots—but Mason answers with the Therapy Session! These two are swinging like the bell owes them money!”
Brick: “I’ve been in bar fights less violent than this—and I lost those!”
5TH–6TH MINUTES – MOMENTUM SWINGS
Hammer: “Klaus with a big Sleigh Ride Lariat—finally slows Mason down!”
Brick: “You gotta be proud of the guy—Klaus hits like Santa’s entire naughty list at once!”
Hammer: “But Mason reverses ANOTHER clothesline—FAMILY JEWELS THERAPY—low blow! But Klaus BLOCKS IT!”
Brick: “WHAT?! Nobody blocks that! That’s Mason’s master key to every building!”
7TH–10TH MINUTES – BACK AND FORTH, CHAOS AT RINGSIDE
Hammer: “Klaus blasts Mason with another Sleigh Ride! Mason’s down but refuses to stay there!”
Brick: “He’s too mad to stay down! I love this guy!”
Hammer: “Mason with a sleeper! Klaus barely escapes!
Oh—Klaus hurls Mason THROUGH the ropes! Mason crashes outside!”
Brick: “These two ain’t gonna last fifteen minutes. Somebody’s leaving on a stretcher and I’m not ruling out both of ’em.”
11TH MINUTE – FENWICK ACCIDENTALLY HITS THE REF
Hammer: “Oh! Fenwick Grimbough trying to help his champion—and he accidentally nails ‘Honest’ Abe with the rulebook!”
Brick: “Look—if you’re a manager and you haven’t hit a referee at least once by mistake, you’re not doing your job.”
12TH–14TH MINUTES – MASON NEARLY WINS AGAIN
Hammer: “Mason STUNS Klaus—PERSONALITY DISORDER! Goes for the cover—ONE—TWO—NO! Klaus kicks out!”
Brick: “Klaus is tougher than a day-old fruitcake!”
Hammer: “These men are emptying the tank—Klaus again with Stocking Stuffer shots! Mason with another low blow attempt—Klaus STILL won’t go down!”
Brick: “Universal champs ain’t built normal, Hammer. They’re built MEAN.”
15TH–17TH MINUTES – LARIATS, STUNNERS, AND SURVIVAL
Hammer: “Mason locks in another sleeper! Klaus breaking free! Mason hits The Relapse piledriver—Klaus STILL kicks out!”
Brick: “Klaus should NOT be conscious right now! This is getting biblical!”
Hammer: “Klaus drops a big Naughty List leg drop—goes for the pin—Mason kicks out at one! These two are superhuman tonight!”
18TH MINUTE – THE END OF KLAUS’ REIGN
Hammer: “Mason counters—PERSONALITY DISORDER AGAIN! THE STUNNER! KLAUS HIT CLEAN THIS TIME—OH MY GOODNESS!”
Brick: “Stick a fork in him! Christmas is CANCELLED!”
Hammer: “Mason covers—ONE… TWO… THREE!!! WE HAVE A NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!!!”
Brick: “YES!! YES!! MEAN JACK MASON JUST TOOK OVER THIS COMPANY!”
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS SINISTER KLAUS VIA PINFALL AT THE 18 MINUTE MARK
Hammer Washington (in disbelief): “What… does this MEAN for NPCW?! Mean Jack Mason is now BOTH the North Pole Champion AND the Universal Champion! The leader of the Primal Horde now holds the top prize in the company— what does this MEAN?!”
Brick Brody (leaning into the desk, grinning wild): “What does it mean, Hammer?
It means MEAN JACK MASON sits on top of the mountain now.
It means the whole company just became HIS hunting ground.
It means every saint, every hero, every Christmas do-gooder better run for cover—
because the most dangerous, meanest, nastiest son of a gun in NPCW is now holding the crown.”
Hammer: “Oh my… ladies and gentlemen, Mean Jack Mason has changed the landscape tonight.”
Brick: “No, Hammer— he OWNS it now.”
SHOW CLOSING
Returns to the commentary desk.
Hammer looks stunned but professional; Brick looks like it’s Christmas morning and he finally got the bar fight he asked Santa for.
HAMMER WASHINGTON (trying to gather himself): “Ladies and gentlemen… what a night. We came into CHILL FACTOR expecting chaos— but I don’t think ANYONE expected Mean Jack Mason to walk out with the UNIVERSAL TITLE in his hands.”
BRICK BRODY (practically vibrating with excitement): “Unexpected?! Hammer, I SAW that coming a mile away! The guy’s been picking fights with heaven, hell, and whatever’s left in between for months! You give a mean man momentum, he takes EVERYTHING!”
HAMMER: “Well folks, there is no denying it— the Primal Horde now controls the top championship in NPCW. Sinister Klaus has been dethroned. Fenwick Grimbough is beside himself. And the entire Grim Tidings faction has been shaken to its core.”
BRICK: “And GOOD! They needed humbling! You walk around with a sleigh full of evil elves and coal dust thinking nobody can stop you— well guess what? Mean Jack Mason just delivered the ‘therapy session’ of a lifetime!”
HAMMER: “And what does this mean for next week? Well, for starters— Grim Tidings already laid down a challenge earlier tonight. Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht vs. the Tag Team Champions, the Guiding Force, in a non-title match on Polar Power!”
BRICK: “Yeah—good luck with THAT. You think Kringle and Rudolph are in a good mood after tonight? Those two are gonna hit harder than a December ice storm.”
HAMMER: “And let us not forget— we witnessed the chilling introduction of Magnus Blackwell’s terrifying enforcer, Grondar the Revenant. If that vignettes was any indication, the entire locker room may be in danger.”
BRICK: “In danger? Buddy, the building is in danger. You don’t hire a guy like Grondar if you want a wrestling match. You hire him when you want a crater.”
HAMMER: “So we leave you tonight with so many unanswered questions: Can Sinister Klaus recover? What will Grim Tidings do now? How will the Primal Horde handle having the Universal Title in their camp? And who—if ANYONE—can stop Mean Jack Mason now?”
BRICK (leaning in with a crooked grin): “I’ll tell you the truth, Hammer— ain’t NOBODY stopping him anytime soon. Get used to it. Tonight wasn’t a win… it was a warning.”
HAMMER (solemn, but energized): “For Brick Brody, I’m Hammer Washington— thank you for joining us for one of the most unforgettable nights in NPCW history. We’ll see you next week on Polar Power. Good night, everybody.”
FADE OUT.
POST CREDIT SCENE - THE SNAKE PIT
“THE HOUSE FALLS”
CAMERA:
The credits fade out.
Backstage lighting flickers—an end-of-the-night buzz hanging in the air.
The hallways are mostly empty except for production staff rolling cables and sweeping debris.
Grinch Heyman, briefcase in hand, scarf wrapped tight, is power-walking toward the exit with the smugness of a man who thinks he just outsmarted the entire world.
Suddenly—
A SHADOW falls across him.
The camera pans to reveal THE SNAKE PIT
—Niven Snake, Leiton Snake, and Tobias Snake—
stepping out of the darkness like a three-man firing squad.
All clad in black combat gear.
All staring at Heyman with fury barely contained.
Heyman stops mid-stride, closes his eyes just a moment…
then opens them with theatrical impatience.
NIVEN SNAKE (cold, coiled anger): “Grinch. We need to know what’s going on.”
LEITON SNAKE (the loud one, stepping closer): “It’s been MONTHS. Dark matches. No TV time. No plans. Nothing. We’ve been loyal. We’ve been ready. And you gave us NOTHING.”
Heyman adjusts his glasses and smiles like a villain savoring the moment.
GRINCH HEYMAN (mock sympathy): “Oh, boys… Boys, boys, boys… Your purpose has been fulfilled.”
The Snake Pit exchange confused, angry looks.
TOBIAS SNAKE: “What about the House of Heyman? You told us we were the foundation. Your elite unit. Your future.”
Heyman cackles—not loudly, but with a sharpness that cuts.
HEYMAN: “Oh, Tobias… If you were the foundation, then that House was clearly built on ROT.
Because the House of Heyman has FALLEN.”
He spreads his arms dramatically, basking in their shock.
NIVEN (voice low, shaking with fury): “Heyman… you’ll PAY for this.”
HEYMAN (mock fear, clutching his chest): “Oh! Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!
But let’s be professional, shall we?”
He leans in, whispering but loud enough for the camera.
HEYMAN: “Not only are you FIRED from the House of Heyman… but because I, your benevolent manager, am no longer sponsoring you… as of December 1st—tomorrow—your NPCW contracts expire. And management has informed me they… WILL. NOT. BE. RENEWED.”
The Snakes stiffen, shocked.
HEYMAN (straightening his coat, walking backward toward the exit): “Ta-ta, gentlemen! Do try to slither safely on your way out.”
He turns and strolls off, humming smugly, disappearing around the corner.
The Snake Pit stand frozen in the hallway, fury radiating off them like heat from asphalt.
Leiton punches a metal storage crate so hard it echoes down the hall.
LEITON (growling under his breath): “…This isn’t over.”
Niven’s eyes narrow to slits.
Tobias cracks his knuckles.
The three men stare down the hallway where Heyman vanished—
like predators choosing their next hunt.
FADE OUT.
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