Aired - November 15, 2025
SHOW OPENING |
(Massive golden spotlights sweep through the icy dome of Scrooge’s Glacier Plex, reflecting off chandeliers shaped like frozen coins. “Carol of the Bells (Epic Orchestral Remix)” crescendos as fireworks erupt around the towering scoreboard. 60,000 fans shake the structure with cheers.)
[CAMERA SWEEP – CROWD PAN]
The broadcast opens on a roaring sea of bundled-up fans waving holiday lights and hand-painted signs:
- “🎅 Santa 4 Life!”
- “🐺 Fear the Wolf Pack!”
- “🔥 Luciana for the Crown!”
- “💀 Krampus Comes Tonight!”
- “💰 I Got Scrooged at the Gift Shop!”
- “🥶 I Got My Ticket from Scrooge’s Counting House—$499 for THIS Seat?!”
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (voice-over, excited): “Ladies and gentlemen across the globe—welcome to history! The ice has been broken, the dome has been opened, and the North Pole has never looked grander. You are looking live at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex—the crown jewel of winter sports entertainment!”
Eddie Ellington (smooth and sly): “And Johnny, I’ve seen domes, stadiums, even coliseums—but this place? It’s what happens when you give a billionaire a blizzard and tell him, ‘make it shine!’ Every icicle’s dipped in platinum, every seat costs more than my first car, and every hot cocoa? Nineteen ninety-five—with extra frost.”
(Cut to the concourse, where fans crowd the lavish Scrooge & Marley Merchandise Pavilion. Plush Flippers dolls, diamond-edged title replicas, and “Mean Jack Mason” elite action figures glimmer under cold white light. A sign reads: “Official Glacier Plex Collectibles – Prices as Cold as They Are High!”)
Johnny: “Scrooge promised the most extravagant arena north of the Equator, and he delivered! The Glacier Plex features heated seats, holographic snow displays, and even a tax-deductible souvenir stand!”
Eddie: “He’s the only man who could make Santa pay admission to his own chimney, Johnny!”
(Crowd laughs as the camera cuts to the massive jumbotron.)
[CAMERA CUT – VIP LUXURY BOXES]
Johnny: “And you can feel the electricity from every corner of the globe, as representatives from all major promotions have gathered for this first-ever Convergence Supercard! Let’s meet the VIPs watching from the luxury suites!”
[On-Screen: Box 1 – NPCW Commissioner’s Box]
Commissioner Bob Cratchit waves proudly beside Special Advisor Ebeneezer Scrooge, who smugly adjusts his cufflinks. Buddy the Elf jumps up and down waving a “RULES RULE!” sign, while KWO Chairman Alexander and Vice Chair Victoria Deschamps toast with frosted goblets.
Eddie: “Scrooge smiling? That’s like spotting a unicorn in a board meeting!”
[On-Screen: Box 2 – HCW Box] Heritage Championship Wrestling’s delegation: Donnie B, Gardenia Blue, Max McGuillicutty, and The Banker—all sharply dressed and nodding at the camera. Joining them is the Convergence Committee neutral chair, PWSJowsterguy.
Johnny: “Tomorrow, it’s their turn—HCW hosts Night Two of Convergence in Columbia, South Carolina!”
Eddie: “The Banker’s already calculating what this event’s worth per snowflake.”
[On-Screen: Box 3 – GCW Box]
GCW President Samuel Dawson, Global Champion Damien Black, Global Tag Team Champions The New Breed Bikers (Hawk & Wolf), and GCW Legend Verne Bushy stand united, holding their gold proudly.
Johnny: “Representing Global Championship Wrestling—the champions of the world and the legends who paved the way!”
Eddie: “Verne Bushy and Damien Black in the same box — we might see a bonus match up there tonight.”
[On-Screen: Box 4 – The Box of Northern Hope]
Inside sit Ms. Sweetins, Kris Kringle, Bernard, and Mrs. Claus—radiating warmth and goodwill amid the glacial gleam.
Johnny: “A symbol of light and legacy—the Box of Northern Hope, uniting those who believe in redemption, courage, and second chances.”
Eddie: “Hope’s great, Johnny—but I’m betting Scrooge still charged them full price for that suite!”
[On-Screen: Box 5 – Grim Tidings Box]
In sharp contrast, the atmosphere darkens. Sinister Klaus, Fenwick Grimbough, Belsnickel, Hans Trapp, and Knecht Ruprecht sit motionless, eyes fixed on the ring like predators awaiting prey.
Johnny: “And there, the shadows gathering—the harbingers of chaos: Grim Tidings.”
Eddie: “Let’s just say I wouldn’t want to share a snow cone with that bunch.”
(Spotlight lands on the elegant host platform overlooking the crowd. The desk gleams like carved ice with the NPCW logo etched in gold.)
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, from the top of the world, welcome to CONVERGENCE NIGHT ONE! The greatest superstars, the fiercest rivals, and the most iconic matches ever assembled under one frozen roof!”
Eddie: “Ten matches, Johnny! Titles, grudges, legends, and maybe a lawsuit or two before the night’s over! I love it already.”
Johnny:
“Let’s give the world a glimpse at tonight’s spectacular card!”
(Video montage rolls across the jumbotron as Johnny narrates each matchup.)
1️⃣ Gretel vs Veronica Flame – A fiery fairy-tale grudge match to start the show!
2️⃣ Robin Hood vs Mr. X – Justice meets mystery!
3️⃣ Queen of the North Title: Lilith (C) vs Luciana Albano
4️⃣ Northern Lights Title: Sandman (C) vs The Rich Athlete
5️⃣ The Blonde Bombshells vs The Dark Dominion Vixens
6️⃣ Moonshadow vs Feral – Light collides with the beast within!
7️⃣ The Beasts vs New Samoan Bloodline
8️⃣ Mean Jack Mason vs Zack “Commando” Brown
9️⃣ Krampus vs Wilbur “Terror Fang” Townsend
🔥 MAIN EVENT: Santa Claus & Jax Brenner vs Yeti & Big Bad Wolf 🔥
Eddie: “That’s not a wrestling show, Johnny—that’s Christmas Armageddon!”
Johnny: “And it all begins… right now! Let’s go to the Commissioner’s Box for the official welcome to Scrooge’s Glacier Plex!”
(Crowd rises to their feet, chanting “N-P-C-W! N-P-C-W!” as spotlights converge on the Commissioner’s Box. The NPCW theme swells.)
ON AIR TEAM |
LEAD HOSTS | |||
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels Host and Play By Play MATCHES - 3, 4, 7, 8 and Main Event | The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington Host and Color Commentator MATCHES - 3, 4, 7, 8 and Main Event | ||
COMMENTATORS | |||
Hammer Washington Play By Play Commentator MATCHES - 2 and 9 | Brick Brody Color Commentator MATCHES - 2 and 9 | ||
KC Rogers Play By Play Commentator MATCHES - 1, 5, and 6 | Vera Steele Color Commentator MATCHES - 1, 5, and 6 | ||
INTERVIEWERS | |||||
Smooth Samantha | Alexandra Jones | Slick Ricky Vega | |||
RING ANNOUNCERS | |||
Louie Linville Matches 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 | Celeste Orion Matches 2, 4, 6, 8, and Main Event | ||
COMMISSIONER’S WELCOME |
(Camera pans upward to the illuminated Commissioner’s Box overlooking the arena floor. Spotlights converge on Commissioner Bob Cratchit, standing proudly in a dark blue suit with a frosted NPCW lapel pin. Beside him, Ebeneezer Scrooge gleams in gold-trimmed overcoat, holding a collector’s program. On either side are HCW Owner Donnie B—stylish and smiling—and HCW General Manager Max McGuillicutty, who leans against the railing with smug confidence.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (voice-over): “And there they are—Commissioner Bob Cratchit, Special Advisor Scrooge, and our guests from Heritage Championship Wrestling—Donnie B and Max McGuillicutty—ready to officially open the Glacier Plex!”
Eddie Ellington (dryly): “Four men, Johnny—one heart of gold, two pockets full of cash, and one full-time troublemaker in Max McGuillicutty!”
(The crowd cheers as Cratchit raises a microphone. NPCW banners flutter behind him. A warm spotlight reflects off the snow-crystal balcony rail.)
BOB CRATCHIT: “Ladies and gentlemen… on behalf of North Pole Championship Wrestling, welcome to Scrooge’s Glacier Plex and to Convergence Night One!”
(Crowd erupts: “N-P-C-W! N-P-C-W!”)
“This magnificent structure stands as a symbol of collaboration, courage, and creativity. The doors of the North Pole are open to the world of wrestling—and tonight, the world is here!”
(Camera cuts to smiling fans waving flags from around the globe.)
EBENEEZER SCROOGE (interrupting, with theatrical flourish): “And every one of you fine patrons can take home a piece of that world—for the low, low price of just ninety-nine-ninety-nine!”
(Holds up a gold “Scrooge’s Glacier Plex Limited Edition Coin.” The crowd laughs and boos playfully.)
“That’s right, an official memento of the first Convergence! Hand-crafted by the finest elves in my employ—unpaid, of course, but happy for the exposure!”
Eddie (chuckling): “Spoken like a man who invented capitalism and coal!”
BOB CRATCHIT (grinning awkwardly): “Thank you, Mr. Scrooge… for your boundless generosity—and for building this incredible arena for our fans!”
SCROOGE (nodding proudly): “Ah yes, nothing says generosity like reasonable rent and premium parking fees!”
(The crowd laughs again. Donnie B gestures for the mic, smiling with showman confidence.)
DONNIE B (HCW Owner): “From all of us at Heritage Championship Wrestling, it’s an honor to stand here at the North Pole tonight. This is what the business is all about—competition, cooperation, and making history together.
Tomorrow night, HCW takes the torch in Columbia—but tonight, the spotlight shines right here on NPCW!”
(Big cheers. “N-P-C-W!” chants continue.)
Johnny (voice-over): “Well said from Donnie B—showing respect for the moment!”
(Max McGuillicutty steps forward slowly, microphone in hand, wearing a dark crimson scarf—subtly marked with the sigil of the Dark Dominion. His smirk draws jeers from the audience.)
MAX MCGUILLICUTTY: “Let’s not get too sentimental, Donnie. Let’s be honest—this arena may be new, but NPCW is still the minor league in this partnership.
Tomorrow night, real wrestling takes center stage. Tonight’s just the warm-up act.”
(The crowd immediately boos.)
“Hey, don’t get me wrong—this place is cute. The lights, the snowflakes, the overpriced cocoa—adorable! But while you’re busy playing dress-up in the ice, the Dark Dominion and HCW are rewriting the future.”
(He smirks toward Scrooge and Cratchit, leaning into the mic.)
“And after tonight, once Count Vlad’s forces finish what they started… this frozen circus might not be standing long enough for Night Two.”
(Crowd BOOS loudly — chants of “YOU SOLD OUT!” echo through the arena. Cratchit frowns while Donnie B gestures to cut him off.)
DONNIE B (cutting in): “Enough, Max! Tonight isn’t about Dominion or division—it’s about the fans. These people came to see Convergence, not your conspiracy theories.”
MAX (mocking): “Oh, it’s not a theory, boss. It’s prophecy.”
(He drops the mic theatrically, grinning as fans jeer louder.)
SCROOGE (snatching the mic, irritated): “Prophecy or not, there will be no refunds!”
(Laughter ripples through the crowd as Scrooge waves his coin again.)
BOB CRATCHIT (restoring order): “Ladies and gentlemen, from all of us at NPCW and HCW—thank you for being part of this moment in wrestling history!
Let Convergence Night One begin!”
(Massive pyro erupts from the upper decks. Fans chant “N-P-C-W!” as the commissioner’s box lights fade and the spotlight shifts back to ringside.)
Johnny Michaels (voice-over, excited): “Well, there you have it—history made and shots already fired! The Glacier Plex is open for business, and we’re ready for action!”
Eddie Ellington: “I’ll give Max this—he’s gutsy. Picking a fight with an entire company before the first bell? That’s my kind of management!”
Johnny: “And up next, KC Rogers and Vera Steele are standing by for our opening contest—let’s head to ringside!”
(Cue theme music as the crowd roars and the camera swoops toward the ramp.)
[ON-SCREEN GRAPHIC]
CONVERGENCE NIGHT 1 IS OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY!
(Accompanied by the NPCW theme song.)
MATCH 1 |
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Louie Linville (in-ring): “Now entering the ring… representing the Hunters’ Enclave… standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 155 pounds… the scourge of sorcerers and the mistress of the chain—GRRRRRETEL!”
[Entrance – Gretel]
The lights crash to a blood-red wash as industrial metal hammers the sound system. Gretel storms through the curtain dragging a wrapped silver chain, hunter sigils clinking against weathered leather. She twirls the chain on the apron with effortless control, snaps it around her shoulders, and steps in like she owns it—eyes forward, no smile, all business.
Louie Linville (continuing): “Ladies and gentlemen… accompanied to the ring by her manager, the self-proclaimed genius of Hot Stuff Incorporated—Julian Furnace—this next competitor has scorched every opponent who dared to test her flame! From Miami, Florida—she is The Heat that Ends Careers… VERONICA FLAAAAME!”
[Entrance – Veronica Flame]
The arena falls to deep crimson. A heartbeat-bass builds—then a ripping guitar. Jets of fire piston up the ramp in sync. The tron ignites: HOT STUFF INC.
Julian Furnace struts in a scarlet suit and gold shades, smirking like he just closed a billion-dollar deal. He gestures… and Veronica Flame slides through the curtain—poised, predatory, in black-and-scarlet gear. She flicks her wrist—FOOM—flames burst behind her. At ringside, Julian fans the heat, mouthing “Feel that heat.” Veronica lowers her sunglasses to camera: “Too hot to handle.” They enter; she poses high on the ropes as red corner pyro spits to life and Julian bellows, “The Heat has arrived!”
The Match
1st Minute
KC: There’s the bell—Gretel wastes no time—spinning heel kick!
Vera: Crisp contact. Veronica ate it and stayed upright—tough opening test.
2nd Minute
KC: Chain-speed from Gretel—rolls through—Rolling Fireman’s Carry!
Vera: Excellent leverage. Flame tried to post the arm—too late. Gretel’s tempo is the story early.
3rd Minute
KC: Gretel re-loads the carry—wait! Veronica launches—diving crossbody!
Vera: Smart read from Flame. Meet aggression with elevation—beautiful timing.
4th Minute
KC: Half Nelson Suplex by Gretel—bridges and releases!
Vera: That dumped Flame high on the shoulders. Response—spin kick by Veronica finds the jaw. They’re trading clean.
5th Minute
KC: Sliding knee from Gretel! Cover—hooks the near leg!
Vera: Early pin makes Flame spend energy. Kickout at one—message received.
6th Minute
KC: Another sliding knee! Veronica counters—no—gutwrench suplex by Flame!
Vera: Power through the hips. Gretel still shoots the cover—two! Flame pops the shoulder. Good escalation.
7th Minute
KC: Oh! Gretel traps—K-360 Belly-to-Back Flipping GTS attempt!
Vera: Veronica answers with a powerbomb!
KC: Both ideas collide—neither lands flush!
Vera: That’s a scout’s draw. They knew each other’s setups.
8th Minute
KC: Gretel spins the heel kick again—reversed!
Vera: Flame saw it coming—textbook counter—diving crossbody to follow! Hooks both arms on landing—good control.
9th Minute
KC: Superkick from Gretel—level shot!—wait, Julian Furnace on the apron—eye gouge behind the ref!
Vera: That’s the Hot Stuff variable. “Honest” Abe didn’t catch it. Momentum swings.
10th Minute
KC: Rolling Fireman’s Carry by Gretel—connects! Flame fires back—spin kick to the temple!
Vera: Veronica’s striking accuracy is keeping this even.
11th Minute
KC: Another roll-through carry by Gretel—stringing them together—and Flame with a running kneeling mat slam!
Vera: Veronica planted her—good whiplash effect, but Gretel still answers quickly.
12th Minute
KC: Veronica hauls her up—POWERBOMB! Lateral press!
Vera: Cover’s tight—
KC: One!—and Gretel kicks free!
Vera: Flame needs a stacked pin there. Flat cover gave space.
13th Minute
KC: Veronica keeps pressure—running kneeling mat slam again!
Vera: She’s found a groove: blunt force into grounded control.
14th Minute
KC: Pump kick by Gretel cracks the chest! Julian—again! Eye rake on the blind side!
Vera: This is altering the complexion. If Abe sees one of those, momentum resets and Julian’s ejected.
15th Minute
KC: Spinning heel kick! Veronica answers—gutwrench suplex!
Vera: Flame keeps returning to power. Good spine work on Gretel.
16th Minute
KC: Shining Wizard from Gretel!
Vera: She’s clipping the crown each time—
KC: Gutwrench suplex again by Flame—third of the match!
Vera: Cumulative damage. Gretel’s lower back is a target now.
17th Minute
KC: Pace slows—Veronica takes air—diving crossbody! Stays on for the cover!
Vera: One—
KC: Gretel bursts out!
Vera: Flame is one clean stack away from stealing it.
18th Minute
KC: Technical reset—Veronica reaches for a spinning toe hold—
Vera: Gretel neutralizes, legs threaded—good defensive awareness.
19th Minute
KC: Gretel re-springs—Superkick!
Vera: Flame immediately returns another crossbody.
KC: They’re volleying momentum—nobody keeping two steps ahead.
20th Minute
KC: Gretel rolls the carry yet again—lands it—Julian on the apron—EYE GOUGE NUMBER THREE!
Vera: At this point, the referee needs to sense the pattern. It’s changing outcomes.
21st Minute
KC: Shining Wizard—reversed by Flame! Spinning toe hold—reversed by Gretel!
Vera: Beautiful chain—
KC: ENZUIGIRI! Gretel snaps the head!
Vera: Best counter of the match. That rattled Flame.
22nd Minute
KC: Veronica back to the leg—spinning toe hold cinched!
Vera: That’s purposeful—take Gretel’s base and her explosiveness drops.
23rd Minute
KC: Gretel with another Rolling Fireman’s Carry—Veronica AGAIN with the diving crossbody—mid-air chess!
Vera: It’s become their duel: throw vs flight.
24th Minute
KC: Gretel recommits—Rolling Fireman’s Carry—clean!
Vera: That one had extra snap. Flame’s guard dropped for a beat.
25th Minute
KC: Sliding knee strike! Gretel collapses into the cover—
Vera: Hook isn’t deep—
KC: One! Kickout by Flame!
Vera: Gretel’s close, but the pin mechanics need to be tighter.
26th Minute
KC: Shining Wizard—meets spinning toe hold! They collide on ideas!
Vera: Even exchange. Both have answers; the first mistake decides it.
27th Minute
KC: Gretel loads the carry—Flame counters—POWERBOMB! Sits down on it!
Vera: That’s the best version—hips over knees—stacked tight!
KC: ONE! TWO! THREE! Veronica Flame does it!
KC (post-fall): Veronica “The Heat” Flame steals the opener with emphatic power—and the ever-present Julian Furnace factor!
Vera: Gretel set the early tone and had multiple near-controls, but the combination of Flame’s repeated gutwrench/leg work and Furnace’s interference shifted the margins. If “Honest” Abe catches even one of those eye gouges, this might be different.
VERONICA “THE HEAT” FLAME DEFEATS GRETEL VIA PINFALL AT THE 27-MINUTE MARK.
POST-MATCH: “The Heat Has Arrived” – Ringside Reaction
(The bell rings and the arena flashes crimson once again. “Hot Stuff Inc.” blares through the Glacier Plex as Veronica Flame sits back on her knees, exhaling fire-hot satisfaction. Julian Furnace slides into the ring, microphone already in hand and a smug grin stretching across his face.)
KC Rogers: Veronica Flame pulls it off—but there’s no question, the eye-gouges from Julian Furnace turned this one into a scorched battlefield!
Vera Steele: That’s Hot Stuff Inc.’s trademark, KC—smoke, mirrors, and a little sleight of hand. Gretel fought through three near falls; she’s not going to forget this.
(Julian dramatically wipes imaginary sweat from his brow, raises Veronica’s arm, and points toward the camera.)
Julian Furnace (smirking): “Do you feel that, North Pole? That’s heat—the kind that melts ice, steel, and fairy-tale pretenders! Hot Stuff Incorporated doesn’t just win… we raise the temperature of the whole company!”
(Crowd boos loudly. Gretel, still down in a corner, glares through her tangled hair. She slowly pushes herself upright, chain in hand, coiling it around her wrist like a gauntlet.)
KC: Look at Gretel—she’s not done!
Vera: No, that’s a hunter’s stare. She’s cataloguing her target for next time.
(Julian notices, mock-backs away, still talking into the mic.)
Julian Furnace: “Easy there, Gretel! Don’t burn yourself playing with grown-up fire. Maybe next time bring a silver bullet—’cause this heat doesn’t cool down!”
(Veronica leans over the ropes, smirking down at Gretel, mouthing “You’re finished.” Gretel twirls her chain once, letting it snap against the canvas—a sharp metallic echo that cuts through the boos.)
KC: That sound says it all—this story’s not finished!
Vera: Veronica Flame may have won tonight, but Gretel’s eyes promise retribution. The Hunters’ Enclave won’t let that slide.
(Julian and Veronica exit, basking in jeers, Julian shouting “Feel the Heat!” as flames burst one more time at the top of the ramp. Gretel stands alone in the ring, chain draped over her shoulders, the crowd giving a respectful cheer for her grit.)
KC: A fiery opener to Convergence Night One, and the Glacier Plex is already feeling the heat!
Vera: Next time they meet, KC, it’s going to be a war of fire and steel.
(Camera pulls back to a wide crowd shot as the music fades. Graphics sweep in: “Up Next — Smooth Samantha Backstage with The Dark Dominion.”)
DARK DOMINION ARRIVES |
(The camera cuts from ringside to the snowy loading bay of Scrooge’s Glacier Plex. The night air glows under the pale floodlights. Security and stagehands scatter as a stretch black limousine glides into view, its engine purring like a beast in hibernation.)
KC Rogers (voice-over from ringside feed): “Uh-oh, looks like royalty—or something darker—has arrived, Vera.”
Vera Steele: “That’s the Dominion’s vehicle. And if they’re here in full force, tonight just got a lot more dangerous.”
(The limo door opens. Standing ready, in a tailored crimson suit and his signature smirk, is Max McGuillicutty, waiting like a man welcoming kings to their throne.)
Max (with slick confidence): “Welcome, my friends… welcome to the North.”
(He opens the door, and out steps Wilbur “Terrorfang” Townsend, wearing his special “occasion mask” — a grotesque blend of clown paint and carnage. He stares blankly, head twitching, before letting out a guttural chuckle that makes the nearby crew recoil.)
(Next emerges Selena Blackfang, HCW Ladies World Champion, the gold glinting under the cold lights. She smirks, brushing snow off her title as though dusting off lesser opponents. Behind her, Talia Nocturne, HCW Heritage Women’s Champion, clutches her leather-bound grimoire, eyes dark with calm menace.)
(Then steps Feral, wild and untamed, her painted face screaming defiance as she lets out a primal snarl to the camera—followed by the massive, fur-clad Yeti, his breath steaming in the cold, the scars on his chest telling a thousand stories of violence.)
(Finally, the limousine door opens once more… and from the shadows emerges Count Vlad. Regal, immovable, and unnervingly composed, his eyes scan the horizon like a man who already knows the ending to the story.)
(Enter Smooth Samantha, blonde hair glimmering under the lights, microphone in hand, stepping cautiously toward the group.)
Smooth Samantha (nervous smile): “Samantha here for NPCW… and—well, I don’t think there’s any mistaking it—the Dark Dominion has arrived at Convergence. Count Vlad, the wrestling world wants to know: what are your intentions here tonight?”
(Count Vlad slowly turns his head toward her. His voice is smooth, accented, and chillingly patient.)
Count Vlad: “My dear Samantha… intentions are for mortals. We do not intend—we enact.”
(He gestures elegantly to his followers.)
“You see before you the embodiment of dominance… the convergence of chaos and inevitability. The Dominion does not arrive—it descends.”
(He steps closer to the mic, eyes narrowing slightly.)
Count Vlad: “Tonight, the North Pole will feel the first shiver of extinction. Gretel’s loss was not a coincidence—it was a portent. When a so-called champion of the North falls to a flame from the South… what chance do the rest of your fragile heroes have against us?”
(Selena smirks, polishing her title. Feral snarls in agreement. Talia clutches her book tighter, whispering something under her breath. Wilbur giggles eerily and starts licking one of the limo’s mirrors, leaving streaks of red makeup on the glass.)
Count Vlad (continuing): “Hot Stuff Incorporated may burn bright for a moment… but fire fades. Darkness endures.”
(He turns his gaze straight into the lens.)
“And tonight, that darkness takes root here, in the heart of the North. When dawn comes… there will be no light left to guide them.”
(He raises one hand—a subtle gesture. Instantly, the Dominion members fall in line behind him with perfect, military precision.)
Count Vlad (to Max): “Come, Mr. McGuillicutty. We have much to discuss… and many to destroy.”
(Max grins, leading the way as the group strides toward the arena’s inner corridor. The camera pans across their faces one by one: Wilbur’s painted madness, Selena’s predatory grin, Talia’s unreadable calm, Feral’s unchained fury, Yeti’s monstrous silence… and Vlad’s cold, knowing smirk.)
(The camera lingers as the limo door swings shut and the shot fades out.)
Smooth Samantha (quietly to camera): “You can feel it… the temperature just dropped inside the Glacier Plex.”
(Cut back to ringside as the commentary picks up the unease.)
Johnny Michaels (voice-over): “If that doesn’t give you chills, nothing will. The Dominion is here, and they’ve made their intentions crystal clear.”
Eddie Ellington: “Johnny, I’ve seen darkness before—but these folks? They brought the whole night with them!”
MATCH 2 |
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Celeste Orion (in-ring): “Once a hero betrayed, now a ghost of vengeance… cloaked in darkness, fueled by retribution… standing against demons and liars alike… this is the black dawn of Sherwood… this is ROBIN HOOOOOD!”
(The lights die. A bell tolls once… twice… wind and crows echo through the Glacier Plex.
A lone white spotlight slices through the rafters—Robin stands high above, cloak billowing.
He descends slowly through the crowd, each step deliberate, face painted in death-pale white streaked with black.
Beside him, Dave “The Brute” Kent—in a gold mask and dark trench—follows with analyst’s precision and a predator’s grin.
Fans don’t cheer—they wait for something to break.)
Celeste Orion (continuing): “From places untold… and motives unseen…
He is the faceless force that thrives on your fear—
Weighing two-hundred-and-forty-five pounds… the ruthless… the remorseless… MISTER X!”
(Arena plunges to black. A mechanical heartbeat hums, joined by strobing white light and a metallic riff.
The tron bleeds a red “X.” Mr. X emerges—tall, motionless, mask gleaming chrome-cold.
He marches methodically, drapes his jacket over the corner, then raises a gloved finger, tracing an invisible “X” as the lights cut again.)
The Match
1st Minute
Hammer: Bell rings—and Kent already headbutts Mr. X with that golden mask! “Slow-Count Sam” didn’t see a thing!
Brick: Ha! That’s how you make an entrance—brass and brains, baby!
(Mr. X staggers, Robin capitalizes, the crowd roaring in shock.)
2nd Minute
Hammer: Mr. X clinches—Full Nelson locked!
Brick: Smart response. Crush the neck, make Robin carry the weight of his own sins.
3rd Minute
Hammer: Both swing for fences—Robin hits a pumphandle kneecap brainbuster! Mr. X answers with a neckbreaker!
Brick: That’s a car crash—and I love it!
4th Minute
Hammer: DDT by Robin! Counter-Airplane Spin from X!
Brick: “Slow-Count Sam” looks dizzy just watching it.
5th Minute
Hammer: Robin strings another DDT! Mr. X lands a back suplex—these two are trading like heavyweights.
Brick: This is real wrestling—no flips, just impact!
6th Minute
Hammer: Robin again—Pumphandle Brainbuster! Center ring!
Brick: Textbook vengeance right there. Mr. X felt that from the mask to his boots.
7th Minute
Hammer: Kent jawing at ringside—he’s distracting X—
Brick: He’s educating him, Hammer!—Robin with a jab combo—Mr. X fires a back elbow—double impact!
8th Minute
Hammer: X swings again—Robin reverses—superkick blocked—stalemate!
Brick: Even contest now—power vs. precision.
9th Minute
Hammer: Wait—Kent—what is he—he blinds Mr. X with beer!
Brick: Hah! A little liquid courage!
Hammer: Sam missed it—Robin capitalizes but X bodyslams him out of nowhere!
(Mr. X still rubbing his eyes.)
10th Minute
Hammer: Pop-Up Powerbomb! Robin with the thunder!
Brick: Pinned him to the ice! Mr. X looks like a rebooting machine.
11th Minute
Hammer: Sharpshooter applied! Center of the ring!
Brick: Look at that torque—Sam’s crawling around like a sloth!
Hammer: Mr. X refuses to tap!
12th Minute
Hammer: Superkick connects—Mr. X reels!
Brick: He’s fading—Kent’s loving every second.
13th Minute
Hammer: DDT! Robin covers!
Crowd: “One! Two—”
Hammer: Kick-out!
Brick: That’s a 2.9 if Sam could count quicker.
14th Minute
Hammer: Robin with Arrow’d End!—Mr. X answers with a bodyslam!
Brick: Man, this is bowling-shoe ugly—and that’s a compliment.
15th Minute
Hammer: Another Arrow’d End! Stunner drops him—backbreaker counter by X!
Brick: Two bulls colliding—nobody blinking!
16th Minute
Hammer: Pop-Up Powerbomb again! Cover!
Crowd: “One!”
Hammer: Kick-out at one and a half!
Brick: Robin’s getting frustrated—good, that’s when things get violent.
17th Minute
Hammer: Kent steps in again—headbutt with the loaded mask!
Brick: Lights out, baby! That’s precision interference.
Hammer: Robin drops into the cover!
Crowd: “One… Two… Three!”
ROBIN HOOD DEFEATS MR. X VIA PINFALL AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK (ASSIST BY DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT’S LOADED MASK).
POST-MATCH PROMO – DAVE “THE BRUTE” KENT
(The crowd rains cheers as Robin kneels, breathing heavy. Dave Kent climbs into the ring and grabs Celeste’s mic, and paces like a preacher ready to explode.)
Dave Kent: “Well, well, well… how ’bout that, folks? The mysterious Mr. X—this ‘unstoppable enigma’—just got cracked open like a stale candy cane!”
(Crowd cheers louder.)
“You know, I’ve analyzed more matches than most of these keyboard critics have eaten hot meals, and lemme tell ya, statistically, Mr. X is the most overrated shadow to ever step in a ring. He’s a walking gimmick without a game plan. Tonight, the data don’t lie—one golden headbutt, and poof! Mystery solved!”
(He turns to camera.)
“You wanna talk about dominance? Look at Robin Hood here—a man who was betrayed, buried, black-listed… and still came back meaner, sharper, smarter. He don’t need smoke machines and sci-fi masks. He’s got something Mr. X will never understand—focus. And a strategist like me behind him, that’s money in the bank.”
(He jabs a finger toward the fallen Mr. X.)
“So go ahead, X—crawl back to whatever lab cooked you up and run the numbers again. ’Cause when you’re dealing with The Brute and the Bowman, the equation’s simple: brains plus vengeance equals victory.”
(Crowd chants “He DESERVED IT!”; Dave smirks.)
(He tosses the mic down; Robin pulls his hood over his face and raises one arm slowly in grim victory. The lights dim, spotlight fading as the duo exit under a hail of cheers.)
Hammer Washington: “I’ll tell ya what, love him or hate him, Dave Kent knows how to make a statement.”
Brick Brody: “That wasn’t a statement, Hammer—that was a thesis on how to win dirty and look good doing it!”
(Crowd still buzzing as we cut backstage.)
MATCH 3 |
Ring Introductions & Entrances
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!”
[Entrance – Lilith]
Fog rolls. A bassy, seductive thrum. Lilith glides out in crimson-and-black, smirking as Grinch Heyman’s silhouette stalks behind her. Boos thunder as she raises the Queen of the North title, crimson lights strobing like a heartbeat.
Louie Linville: “Accompanied to the ring by Pierre Boulay… representing HCW… the pride of the Albano Family, the crimson storm of the squared circle— LU-CI-A-NA AL-BA-NO!”
[Entrance – Luciana]
Sultry crimson glow, Latin guitar over industrial bass. Luciana strides in a scarlet trench, head high, eyes locked on the prize. Boulay whispers strategy; pyro blooms behind her as she spreads her arms—half the crowd cheers, the rest are rattled by the swagger.
Johnny (hyped): Title on the line at Convergence! Two dynamos, one crown!
Eddie (purring): And one inevitable result, Johnny—the Queen remains the Queen. Luciana can pose for the camera after the loss.
The Match
1st Minute
Johnny: Bell rings—Luciana bursts in—Sole Food! Lilith staggered early!
Eddie: Lucky first swing. Even a broken watch gets noon twice a day.
2nd Minute
Johnny: Lilith reaches—and Heyman already trying to swipe something off Luciana’s corner—
Eddie: Inventory control!
Johnny: Luciana snatches it back; no theft tonight!
3rd Minute
Johnny: Bridging Northern Lights Suplex by Luciana! Beautiful bridge!
Eddie: I’ll admit it—nice. I’ve seen better. Mostly from Lilith.
4th Minute
Johnny: Lilith answers—DEMON’S EMBRACE (Code of Silence)! She cinches—
Eddie: Knees pinched, jaw jacked—textbook!
Johnny: Luciana refuses to submit, rolls to breathe!
5th Minute
Johnny: Lilith wants a vertical suplex—
Eddie: Challenger slips!
Johnny: Luciana tries to return the favor—blocked by Lilith; champion resets the base.
6th Minute
Johnny: ABYSSAL SLAM! Sit-out rear mat slam rocks Albano!
Eddie: That’s the thud of inevitability.
7th Minute
Johnny: Luciana fires back—clean vertical suplex, snaps the champ to the mat!
Eddie: Don’t get cute, Montréal. You woke something up.
8th Minute
Johnny: Lilith again—ABYSSAL SLAM! Plants her!
Eddie: Two scoops of doom. Delicious.
9th Minute
Johnny: Third ABYSSAL SLAM in succession! Challenger’s in trouble!
Eddie: And now we simmer.
10th Minute
Johnny: Lilith locks DEMON’S EMBRACE again—
Eddie: And Boulay cheap-shots ribs from the floor!
Johnny: Abe trying to sort chaos as Luciana survives the hold!
11th Minute
Johnny: Boulay attempts to toss a foreign object—
Eddie: Heyman bats it away!
Johnny: Ref restores order—Lilith stays poised.
12th Minute
Johnny: DREAD KICK! Superkick by Lilith—Luciana answers with a vertical suplex!
Eddie: Champion still dictating. Challenger’s playing catch-up.
13th Minute
Johnny: Lilith goes Dark Whirlwind—Luciana counters mid-rotation!
Eddie: That’s veteran timing—
Johnny: Boulay slips the trinket in—Lilith can’t stop it—Luciana stacks—two!
Eddie: Not enough to dethrone royalty.
14th Minute
Johnny: Lilith’s DREAD KICK this time is stuffed—Luciana keeps distance!
Eddie: She dodged one snowball. The avalanche’s still coming.
15th Minute
Johnny: Lilith wraps INFERNAL EMBRACE body scissors—Luciana powers free—Full Nelson Slam!
Eddie: Big throw—fine. Crown still shines on the right head.
16th Minute
Johnny: DREAD KICK again! Luciana retaliates—Electric Chair Facebuster!
Eddie: That rattled fangs and mascara both.
17th Minute
Johnny: Lilith answers—ABYSSAL SLAM—flush!
Eddie: That’s four—Albano’s seeing constellations.
18th Minute
Johnny: Vertical suplex by Lilith—Luciana risks the apron—somersault senton back in!
Eddie: Desperate and effective—briefly.
19th Minute
Johnny: Dark Whirlwind! Tilt-a-whirl headscissors plants Luciana! Cover—one!
Eddie: She lives—for now.
20th Minute
Johnny: Another Dark Whirlwind from Lilith—Boulay with a sneaky cheap shot to break rhythm—
Eddie: And still the champ stays cold as ice.
21st Minute
Johnny: Chaos! Heyman climbs the apron—SMASHES THE MOBILE PHONE across Luciana’s skull behind Abe’s back!
Eddie: Call ended!
Johnny: Lilith pounces—hooks the legs—ONE! TWO! THREE! She got her!
LILITH DEF. LUCIANA ALBANO VIA PINFALL WHEN GRINCH HEYMAN HITS LUCIANA WITH HIS MOBILE PHONE AT THE 21-MINUTE MARK LILITH RETAINS THE NPCW QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPIONSHIP.
Johnny (serious): That phone shot changed everything!
Eddie (smug): Champions do champion things, Johnny. Albano just learned roaming charges apply in the North.
Immediate Post-Match Beat
Lilith poses with the title, smirking as Heyman flicks glass dust from his suit. Boulay argues with “Honest” Abe to no avail; Lilith blows a mocking kiss toward the HCW box.
Post-Match Promo – Luciana (Seething)
Location: Backstage hallway, camera catching up mid-stride. Alexandra Jones hustles alongside a furious Luciana; Boulay is pacing behind her.
Alexandra Jones: Luciana—your thoughts after what looked like a stolen title defense?
Luciana (ice in her voice): “Stolen? No—broadcast. The world saw it. I out-wrestled the Demoness Queen in her own glacier until a coward with a cellphone made the call for her. Lilith—enjoy your little fairytale. Because I don’t need a crown to hunt a queen… I need a rematch.”
(She steps closer to the lens.)
“Grinch—next time I see you, I break the phone, then your smile. And Lilith… when I take that title, I’ll do it clean—so everyone knows the only darkness in this company… is your shadow after I put you down.”
Boulay (snarling): “NPCW, HCW, I don’t care who signs it. Line up the rematch. We’re not leaving this story unfinished.”
(Luciana storms off; Alexandra tosses back to ringside.)
Johnny: Emotions boiling over—and you can’t blame her.
Eddie: She can file her complaints in the “Queen Retains” bin. It’s very full.
DAWN OF THE NIGHTMARE |
(Camera fades in backstage. The corridor lights flicker between icy blue and shadowy black. A faint mist coils across the concrete floor. Standing beneath a single hanging bulb is The Sandman, his hood draped low, his face hidden in shadow. The Northern Lights Championship glimmers dimly over his shoulder.)
(Enter Alexandra Jones, microphone in hand, dressed sharply but clearly uneasy in the surreal ambiance.)
Alexandra Jones (steady but cautious): “Ladies and gentlemen, Alexandra Jones here. In just moments, the enigmatic Sandman will defend his Northern Lights Championship against The Rich Athlete — a man with an impressive résumé. Former multi-federation champion, a global name, and yes, a former HCW World Champion. You two have traded shots and words outside the ring for weeks… but tonight, it all comes to a head inside it. Sandman, your thoughts?”
(Sandman tilts his head slightly, the faintest smile tracing across the dark void where his face should be visible. His voice is low, calm — dreamlike, each word deliberate and heavy.)
The Sandman: “Alexandra… the Rich Athlete lives a beautiful dream. He wakes to applause. He dines on luxury. His mirrors tell him he’s invincible. His reflection loves him back.”
(He pauses, his eyes rising slowly into the light, faintly visible beneath the hood — hollow, tranquil, dangerous.)
The Sandman: “But dreams… they are fragile things. They shimmer, they shine… until the darkness creeps in. Until the applause fades. Tonight, when he steps into my world, he’ll learn what comes after the dream. When the light goes out… when the gold feels cold… when the sleep turns heavy…”
(He leans closer to the camera, whisper-soft but with the weight of a curse.)
The Sandman: “…the Rich Athlete will wake up… in a nightmare.”
(The camera zooms slowly as fog thickens around him, his figure dissolving into shadow. Alexandra glances at the camera, visibly unsettled.)
Alexandra Jones (quietly): “Well… there you have it. The dreamer meets the darkness — and it happens next.”
(Cut to ringside — Johnny Michaels and Eddie Ellington are already at the commentary desk.)
Johnny Michaels (energetic): “You can feel the chill, Eddie. The Sandman doesn’t just defend titles — he invades minds!”
Eddie Ellington (snickering): “Oh, please, Johnny — the Rich Athlete’s got more money than this guy’s got nightmares. You can’t buy gold from the Boogeyman, but you can sure as heck take it off him.”
MATCH 4 |
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Celeste Orion: “He comes from the void between your thoughts… cloaked in silence and shadows… the embodiment of eternal dread… SAAAAANDMAAAN!”
Haunting blue glow. Distorted lullaby. Mist floods the ramp as Sandman glides forward, robes tattered, silver sand drifting from open palms. He does not blink. He does not hurry.
Celeste Orion: “Bathed in gold… built on ego… and fueled by pure arrogance — he claims to own the ring, the lights, and every eye in this arena! From Palm Beach, Florida… the Crown Jewel of Controversy… THEEEE RIIIICH ATHLETE!”
Gold confetti curtain. Orchestral “Money Talks” remix hits. The Rich Athlete struts in a diamond robe, hurls a wad of cash toward a camera: “Keep the change.” He milks the boos, then lounges against the ropes like it’s his private suite. Ruth Heartless purrs at ringside.
Johnny: The atmosphere is electric—Northern Lights gold on the line!
Eddie: And about to find a better home, Johnny. You don’t store a masterpiece in a haunted house.
The Match
1st Minute
Johnny: Bell—Sandman snakes behind—Sleeper right away! He’s trying to turn the lights out early!
Eddie: He’s boring him to sleep? Great plan. Rich isn’t tapping to a bedtime story.
2nd Minute
Johnny: Athlete goes dirty—reaches for a choke—Sandman rolls him through—cradle—no! They trade—Rich swings Fortune’s Fist—countered! Sandman pops a spinning shot—blocked—Athlete chops—stuffed!
Eddie: Clunky start from the dream goblin. Rich is calibrating.
3rd Minute
Johnny: Go To Sleep! Knee rattles Rich! Ruth hops up—barks “advice”… and smacks him with the Banker’s briefcase on the way down!
Eddie: That’s financial planning, Johnny.
4th Minute
Johnny: Ruth again—hairspray to the eyes! Sandman’s blinded!
Eddie: Consider it cologne for winners.
5th Minute
Johnny: Athlete pounces—Luxurious Leglock! Twisting the knee and flossing the ego.
Eddie: Work the wheels, cash the checks.
6th Minute
Johnny: Athlete lines up the Seven-Figure Suplex—Sandman flips it—front kick stuns Rich!
Eddie: Hey, that’s a leased nose, watch it!
7th Minute
Johnny: Running bulldog by Sandman! Rich counters right back with a shinbreaker—targeting the leg!
Eddie: The portfolio says “diversify the damage.” Approved.
8th Minute
Johnny: Spin heel kick! Sandman stacks—two! Rich blasts out at the count!
Eddie: Don’t try bargain-bin covers on luxury opponents.
9th Minute
Johnny: Clothesline from Sandman! Rich answers with a million-dollar kneedrop to the ribs!
Eddie: That’s compound interest in pain.
10th Minute
Johnny: Front kick lands—Rich answers—Seven-Figure Suplex!
Eddie: That’s the bell-ringer. Wrap it in velvet.
11th Minute
Johnny: Sandman reattaches the Sleeper—Ruth gouges the eyes from the floor! Ref never sees it!
Eddie: Beautiful defense. Best manager money can buy.
12th Minute
Johnny: Rich slows it with a headlock, grinding the tempo.
Eddie: Rest holds are investments. Patience pays.
13th Minute
Johnny: Back to the Luxurious Leglock—Sandman’s base is compromised!
Eddie: The boogeyman is limping. I love realism.
14th Minute
Johnny: Sandman—Go To Sleep again! Cover—two!
Eddie: Rich kicks at two because three is beneath him.
15th Minute
Johnny: Athlete chops—caught—Sleeper re-applied!
Eddie: He’s allergic to naps, Johnny. Gold addicts don’t snooze.
16th Minute
Johnny: Trade—front kick vs. pectoral chop—Sandman glances at Ruth—swipes—misses!
Eddie: Focus, Casper. You fight the man, not the manicure.
17th Minute
Johnny: Sandman front kick—Rich drops the kneedrop square to the sternum!
Eddie: Cha-ching!
18th Minute
Johnny: Clothesline by Sandman—shinbreaker from Rich again—this tug of war is brutal!
Eddie: And profitable.
19th Minute
Johnny: Spinning fist from Sandman—he covers—two and a half!
Eddie: Close only counts in horseshoes and sponsorships.
20th Minute
Johnny: Rich lights him up with a pectoral chop!
Eddie: That’s a signature. Put it on a T-shirt—$89.99 at the pavilion.
21st Minute
Johnny: Burst of pace—running bulldog by Sandman; Rich clamps a headlock in reply!
Eddie: He’s steering the car with one hand and waving with the other.
22nd Minute
Johnny: Sleeper again—Ruth distracts with the ol’ heartbreaker smile—but Sandman still cinches it!
Eddie: You can’t hypnotize a hypnotist? Apparently you can.
23rd Minute
Johnny: Rich grabs the leg—shinbreaker!
Eddie: There it is—mortgage the base.
24th Minute
Johnny: Tries another—Sandman stuffs it and shoves off—breathing room.
Eddie: Briefly. Rich charges interest.
25th Minute
Johnny: Million-dollar kneedrop connects high to the chest!
Eddie: Bank closed, account settled.
26th Minute
Johnny: Ruth runs her mouth—Sandman shuts it with a stare.
Eddie: Verbal jousting is still a stat, Johnny.
27th Minute
Johnny: Backbreaker Sandman! Rich clings to a Luxurious Leglock on impact—what a gut check!
Eddie: Champion felt that all the way to dreamland.
28th Minute
Johnny: Front kick once more—Rich staggers!
Eddie: Sunglasses cracked. Invoice Ruth.
29th Minute
Johnny: Pectoral chop by Rich—echoes through the dome!
Eddie: That sound is money.
30th Minute
Johnny: Another front kick snaps the jaw!
Eddie: Annoying. Like a parking ticket.
31st Minute
Johnny: Sandman splashes the corner—Rich again with the shinbreaker!
Eddie: He’s carving a trench in that knee.
32nd Minute
Johnny: Clothesline—Rich returns—shinbreaker—stalemate of violence!
Eddie: Attrition favors the man with better cardio and a better accountant.
33rd Minute
Johnny: Headlock grinds down the champ; Sandman can’t shake the weight.
Eddie: Luxury leather, baby. Breathable and oppressive.
34th Minute
Johnny: Clothesline… shinbreaker… it’s chess with cinder blocks!
Eddie: And Rich is up a queen.
35th Minute
Johnny: Rich chops—Sandman spins out—spin heel kick! Cover—two and NO!
Eddie: I told you—three is gauche.
36th Minute
Johnny: Rich tries a chop—Sandman melts into a Sleeper—reversed! Athlete hurls him out!
Eddie: Field trip! Enjoy the mezzanine, Sandman.
37th Minute
Johnny: Back in—Sandman lands a spinning strike—Athlete clamps the Luxurious Leglock again!
Eddie: That leg is now a rental property.
38th Minute
Johnny: Clothesline! Rich stings back with a chop—
Eddie: Investor confidence remains high.
39th Minute
Johnny: Ruth with the hairspray again—Sandman weathers it this time!
Eddie: She tried. Consider it brand activation.
40th Minute
Johnny: Shinbreaker drops Sandman to a knee—Rich is circling!
Eddie: Smell that? Victory and expensive cologne.
41st Minute
Johnny: Another ringing chop! Sandman grimaces—
Eddie: That chest is a drum and Rich is Buddy Rich.
42nd Minute
Johnny: COUNTER! Sandman snakes the Sleeper once more! He’s dragging Rich down!
Eddie: Don’t you dare nap on pay-per-view—fight it!
43rd Minute
Johnny: Sandman refuses to let go—Sleeper again! Rich fades—NO, he clutches the ropes!
Eddie: Rope awareness—only champions and millionaires have it.
44th Minute
Johnny: Sandman fires a spin heel—Rich ducks—SEVEN-FIGURE SUPLEX! Bridges—ONE! TWO! THREE!
Eddie: HA! New economy, same result—new champion!
THE RICH ATHLETE DEFEATS THE SANDMAN VIA PINFALL (SEVEN-FIGURE SUPLEX) AT THE 44-MINUTE MARK — NEW NORTHERN LIGHTS CHAMPION.
Post-Match Coronation
Ruth Heartless snatches the belt and hands it to “Honest” Abe, barking orders. The Rich Athlete spreads his arms, chin high.Eddie: Make that ref earn his paycheck—strap the gold where it belongs!
“Honest” Abe hesitates… then buckles the title around Rich’s waist. The new champ preens on the ropes, shouting:
Rich Athlete (to the crowd): “Feast your eyes, peasants! This is what wealth looks like!”
Ruth blows mocking kisses; gold pyro rains as Rich taps the plate and mouths, “Mine.”
Johnny: Say what you will about his attitude—The Rich Athlete just survived an absolute war and left with the Northern Lights Title.
Eddie: Correction—he elevated the belt the second it touched his waist. Learn the difference.
MATCH 5 |
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie Linville: “Making their way to the ring… the NPCW North Star Tag Team Champions, Alice and Dorothy… and their partner, a former Queen of the North Champion seeking retribution… GOOOLDIE LOCKS! Together, they are… THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS!”
[Entrance – Blonde Bombshells]
Golden glitter showers the ramp as “Ready to Shine” hits. Dorothy & Alice hold the North Star Tag belts high; Goldie strides out in a gleaming coat, soaking in a roar of support and “#TeamGold” signs. They enter together, three hands raised toward the Glacier Plex ceiling.
Louie Linville: “And their opponents… accompanied by Count Vlad, the Alpha Witch - the Wicked Witch… the harbingers of the Dominion: the HCW Heritage Women’s Champion TALIA NOCTURNE, the HCW Ladies World Champion SELENA ‘WIDOW’S FANG’ BLACKFANG, They are… THE DARK DOMINION VIXENS!”
[Entrance – Dark Dominion Vixens]
House lights die; a crimson fog slithers across the stage to a gothic chant. Selena and Talia raise their HCW titles, cold and regal. The Coven flanks them, whispering hexes. Count Vlad lingers behind with a knowing smirk as crimson pyro lances the rafters.
The Match
1st Minute
KC: Alice and Selena start—tie-up—Alice rolls her through, over-the-shoulder armdrag!
Vera: Selena answers with a stiff headbutt. That’s a tone-setter—physical from the jump.
2nd Minute
KC: Alice spikes the tempo—Wonderland Whirl hurricanrana!
Vera: Selena pops right into a Cloverleaf—smart to test the legs early.
KC: Tags! Alice to Dorothy; Selena to Talia Nocturne—fresh pairing.
3rd Minute
KC: Dorothy plants Talia—SPINEBUSTER!
Vera: And Talia repays with a pendulum backbreaker. Even exchange; both find the spine.
4th Minute
KC: Talia reaches for Slingblade—
Vera: Dorothy squares the hips, neutralizes—good base control.
5th Minute
KC: Talia re-racks Slingblade—this time it lands!
Vera: Clean wrap on the neck. Tags follow—Dorothy out to Alice; Talia out and Wicked Witch enters.
6th Minute
KC: Alice wastes no time—SUPERKICK!
Vera: Wicked tried the parry—too slow. Button on the chin.
7th Minute
KC: Uh-oh—Dominion swarms—triple-team window opens!
Vera: Wicked hits a swinging neckbreaker, Selena cinches Cloverleaf, Talia drops the pendulum backbreaker—all while Alice moonsaults with Wonderland’s End!
KC: Chaos and precision—Abe is swamped already!
8th Minute
KC: Double-team persists—Dominion toggles to “defense” with Witch and Selena holding off—Talia drives an inverted DDT—
Vera: Alice answers with a keylock—great presence under fire. The swarm cools—window closes.
9th Minute
KC: Wicked shoots another swinging neckbreaker—
Vera: Alice reads it and nullifies—excellent scouting.
10th Minute
KC: Count Vlad tries the Evil Eye on the apron—
Vera: Alice flips it into fuel! SUPERKICK lands anyway!
KC: Wicked eats it—Abe warns Vlad to stay down!
11th Minute
KC: Reset—armdrag by Alice—
Vera: Wicked snaps back with a Black Magic Backbreaker. That’s nasty torque.
KC: Alice tags Goldie Locks—listen to this crowd!
12th Minute
KC: Wicked greets Goldie with a Saito suplex—folds her high!
Vera: Dominion want Goldie isolated; the history is real.
13th Minute
KC: All hell breaks loose—everyone in for one round!
Vera: Goldie—diving lariat! Alice—Wonderland’s End moonsault! Dorothy—spinebuster!
KC: Wicked straps an ankle lock, Selena with headbutts, Talia with a nightmare choke—
Vera: Abe’s counting hands and losing track of limbs—the brawl finally ebbs.
14th Minute
KC: Another all-in window!
Vera: Goldie handspring back elbow, Alice clamps keylock, Dorothy spinebuster again—
KC: Wicked spikes a Saito suplex in rebuttal—Selena more headbutts—Talia with a clipboard smack!
Vera: This is a demolition derby with rulebooks used as weapons.
15th Minute
KC: Goldie hurls Wicked outside! Wicked snaps back with a swinging neckbreaker on landing control.
Vera: Veteran poise from Wicked—turns a spill into an answer.
16th Minute
KC: Goldie off the ropes—diving lariat crushes Selena on the tag!
Vera: Count Vlad heckling from the floor—classic antagonize—
KC: Goldie ignores him and tags Dorothy—good discipline.
17th Minute
KC: Selena calls in Talia for a one-round double-team—
Vera: Selena fallaway slam, Talia inverted DDT—Dorothy still muscles a bodyslam in defiance.
KC: Dominion chemistry is chilling.
18th Minute
KC: Selena shoots a snap suplex on Dorothy—stacks—two!
Vera: Strong cover—Dorothy kicks at the last beat. Tag to Alice to reset the Bombshell rhythm.
19th Minute
KC: Brief scramble—then Selena fallaway slam on Alice—cover—one!
Vera: Alice out quick—veteran urgency. Tag to Goldie—she wants this fight.
20th Minute
KC: Selena tries snap suplex again—
Vera: Goldie blocks clean—excellent hip placement to neutralize.
21st Minute
KC: Goldie spins tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Selena clings and snaps a suplex of her own in response!
Vera: Goldie lunges at Count Vlad—bad choice—gives Selena the opening to keep momentum.
22nd Minute
KC: Selena drags Goldie center—CLOVERLEAF! She’s sitting deep!
Vera: Goldie’s in real danger—torque is perfect, ankles crossed—
KC: Goldie reaches—nowhere to go—she taps! Selena Blackfang just wrings the submission out of Goldie Locks at Convergence!
SELENA “WIDOW’S FANG” BLACKFANG PINS GOLDIE LOCKS VIA SUBMISSION (CLOVERLEAF) AT THE 22-MINUTE MARK.
KC (somber): The Dominion leaves with a statement—and Selena just made it personal all over again.
Vera: Tactically sound by Blackfang: isolate the rival, attack the base, finish with a deep Cloverleaf. The crowd won’t like it—but it was decisive.
(Cameras catch Wicked Witch smirking at Dorothy from the floor, tracing a finger under her eye as a reminder of April. Goldie glares at Selena and Talia—this isn’t finished.)
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
[The scene opens backstage in front of the NPCW Convergence backdrop. Count Vlad stands proudly at the center with Selena Blackfang and Talia Nocturne beside him — both smug, their Dark Dominion insignias gleaming under the lights.]
Selena Blackfang (smirking): “Well, well… did you see that, darlings? The so-called ‘Blonde Bombshells’—burst like cheap Christmas ornaments. Boom. Shattered. Broken. And oh, Goldie, you thought running away to NPCW would change your story? You’re still the same little glitter-dipped failure you were in HCW.”
Talia Nocturne (soft laugh): “She’s just shinier now. Like wrapping paper around an empty box.”
Selena (leaning close to the camera): “You can bleach your hair, you can change your address, but you’ll never outrun the shadow of the Dominion.”
(The crowd in the arena boos loudly as the feed on the titantron shows Selena grinning wide, fangs glinting under the light.)
[Suddenly, from off-screen — voices. The camera pans just as Dorothy and Alice storm onto the scene, still sweaty from the match, eyes blazing.]
Dorothy (furious): “Hey! Enough of that trash talk, Selena! You think you can run your mouth about my friend after the stunt you pulled out there?”
Alice (snapping her gum): “You two may have gotten your win tonight, but this isn’t over. You think you’re untouchable ‘cause you’ve got Count Vlad hiding in your shadow? Honey, we’ve got your number.”
Goldie Locks (appearing behind them, clutching her ribs, but defiant): “You want to talk about shadows, Selena? The only thing darker than your heart is your track record — how many times have you failed your master, huh?”
Selena (snarling, stepping forward): “Say that again, little Goldie, and I’ll—”
[Talia steps up beside her, both ready to strike — Dorothy and Alice square up. The crowd roars in anticipation from the live feed.]
Dorothy (growling): “Go ahead. Try it.”
[Just as the four are about to collide — Count Vlad smoothly steps between them, holding up his hand with calm, aristocratic authority.]
Count Vlad (icy, composed): “Ladies, please. There will be time enough for blood. But not tonight. But on my terms.”
(He looks directly into the camera.)
“The Dominion has proven its dominance… and soon, the entire women’s division will kneel before the shadow.”
[Vlad gently guides Selena and Talia backward as they glare daggers at the Bombshells. The camera lingers on Dorothy standing protectively in front of Goldie — Alice cracking her knuckles with a smirk.]
Alice: “Careful, Count. The Bombshells don’t kneel. We shine — and next time, we’re burning your little vixens alive.”
[Crowd roars as the Dominion retreats, Vlad smirking. The camera closes on Dorothy, Alice, and Goldie — defiant, united, and seething.]
[Camera cuts back to the announce desk overlooking Scrooge’s Glacier Plex. The crowd is still buzzing, split between boos for the Dominion and cheers for the Bombshells. The glow of red Dominion lighting fades as Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington come into focus.]
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Whoa! What a combustible confrontation backstage, folks! Selena Blackfang and Talia Nocturne getting in the faces of the Blonde Bombshells — and I gotta say, Eddie, that looked about one second away from an all-out brawl!”
Eddie Ellington (grinning slyly): “Oh please, Johnny, let’s call it what it is — poetic justice. The Dark Dominion’s vixens just reminded everyone why they’re the top predators in HCW. Selena and Talia didn’t just win the match — they won the mind game. Look at poor Goldie Locks; she’s still trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered pride!”
Johnny: “Oh come on, Eddie! You can’t take away what Goldie, Dorothy, and Alice have done for the women’s division — they’ve been fighting all comers for months, and they’re still standing strong!”
Eddie (mock sympathy): “Strong? Johnny, that’s not strength — that’s stubbornness. The Bombshells should know better than to poke the bear… or in this case, the vampire and the witch! The Dominion is organized, they’re dangerous, and they’ve got Count Vlad calling the shots. Those three blondes better be careful — or their next photo shoot’s gonna be in black and white… permanent black.”
Johnny (cutting him off): “You’re unbelievable. Folks, this rivalry between the Bombshells and the Dark Dominion Vixens is far from over — and after what we just saw, you can bet the Commissioner’s office is gonna have to step in before things spiral completely out of control!”
(Crowd chants “Bomb-shells! Bomb-shells!” as the camera pans over the Glacier Plex crowd waving homemade signs — “Dorothy for Queen!”, “Goldie Deserves Better!”, “Vlad Drinks Sparkling Water!”)
Eddie (smirking as he adjusts his cufflinks): “Let them chant all they want, Johnny. At the end of the day, the shadows always win. And tonight — the Dominion owns the night.”
Johnny (firmly): “Not if the Bombshells have anything to say about it. Folks, what a night it’s been so far — and we’re just getting started here at Convergence Night 1!”
[Cue transition stinger: the “Convergence Night 1” logo flashes across the screen as the feed cuts to the next segment graphic.]
THE HORDE ADVANCES |
(Cut to the backstage set—metal chains hanging, crimson spotlights flickering like a furnace. The Primal Horde stands clustered under the glare: Mean Jack Mason, the gravel-voiced, gold-draped North Pole Champion, front and center with the title slung over one shoulder; Polly Mason, wild-eyed and smirking, microphone in hand; and behind them, the massive Beasts with their handler Marcus the Beast Master, arms crossed, chains looped around their necks.)
(Enter Slick Ricky Vega, all Vegas bravado and 1987 radio cool—wide tie, slick hair, and that grin that could sell a storm to a sailor.)
Slick Ricky Vega (flamboyant, twirling the mic): “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Slick Ricky Vega here backstage at Convergence Night 1, and I’m standing with a crew that defines primal power—The North Pole Champion himself, Mean Jack Mason… his symphony of chaos, Polly Mason… and the reigning NPCW Tag Team Champions—The Beasts, with their handler, Marcus the Beast Master!
Jack, tonight, the world’s watching. You’re facing Zack ‘Commando’ Brown, a man who’s been making noise from South Beach to the South Pole. Your thoughts before you step inside that ring?”
(Jack tilts his head, takes a slow breath through gritted teeth, then flashes a dangerous grin.)
Mean Jack Mason (swaggering confidence): “You wanna know what I think, Slick? I think this kid Brown’s got a lotta guts comin’ up here with his little beret, thinkin’ he’s gonna take the crown off the king of the North.
But you see, where he’s from, they talk about sunshine and discipline—
Where I’m from, we talk about fistfights in the snow.”
(He taps the belt on his shoulder.)
“This right here—this ain’t just a championship, it’s a warning label. And tonight, I’m gonna send that Commando cryin’ back south with his beret between his legs and his pride left frozen in my ring.”
(He smirks, cracks his neck, and gestures to the Beasts.)
Mean Jack Mason: “And while I’m busy makin’ Brown humble, my boys right here—The Beasts—they’re gonna hunt down that New Samoan Bloodline and mount their egos right next to the polar bear pelts! Ain’t that right, Marcus?”
Marcus the Beast Master (growling voice): “Right, champ. We’ve been feedin’ ‘em raw meat and hate all week. Samoans think they’re wild? They’ve never met mine.”
(The Beasts snarl and slam their forearms into their chests, bellowing like animals ready to feed.)
Slick Ricky Vega (half-grinning, half-nervous): “Whew, you can feel the heat in here! Polly, anything to add before your brother and his monsters unleash mayhem out there tonight?”
(Polly steps forward, eyes glinting under the flicker of light. She raises the mic slowly and begins to sing—soft at first, her tone haunting, almost lullaby-like but with a sinister edge. The Beasts sway slightly behind her, caught in rhythm.)
Polly Mason (singing softly):
🎵 “The drums will pound, the bones will break,
The beasts are hungry—make no mistake.
From tundra’s howl to glacier’s floor,
The Horde will feast… forever more…” 🎵
(She shifts tone—her smile widening into something deranged.)
🎵 “Brown will fall, the South will freeze,
The Samoans cry on broken knees.
No heroes left, no light restored…
The North belongs… to the Pri-maaaal Hoooorde!” 🎵
(Her final note echoes through the corridor, the Beasts stomping in unison, growling “Horde! Horde! Horde!” between beats. Mason claps, laughing, while Slick Ricky looks like he’s not sure whether to applaud or pray.)
Mean Jack Mason (grinning, pointing to the camera): “Brown… Bloodline… get ready to be conquered by the cold. ‘Cause when the Horde rolls in—every man freezes, and every dream dies.”
(Jack slams the NPCW belt against his shoulder as Polly lets out one last cackling laugh that blends into the Beastly roars. The camera zooms in on Jack’s smirk before fading to the NPCW logo.)
MATCH 6 |
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Celeste Orion: “She’s the storm beneath the moonlight… the wild heart of the Pack… fearless, feral, and unforgiving—this is … MOOOOON SHAAADOOOW!”
A single wolf-howl pierces the dome; blue light floods the ramp. Tribal drums pound as Moonshadow strides through drifting mist, cloak shredded, eyes streaked in war-paint. She lifts her arms and howls back at the crowd—Alpha energy incarnate.
Celeste Orion: “She does not speak… she does not reason… she only hungers. From the heart of the hunt—driven by instinct and rage—this is the feral force of chaos itself—FEEERRRALLL!”
The lights spasm, a metallic growl rattles the PA. FERAL crawls from darkness on all fours, hair wild, body smeared in black paint. She slaps the barricade, bites the rope, and hisses at Moonshadow as Count Vlad appears behind her, cape trailing like spilled blood.
The Match
1st Minute
KC: Bell rings—lock-up! Moonshadow clamps a front facelock, grinding early control.
Vera: Smart. Ground the animal before it bites.
2nd Minute
KC: Same hold again, deeper this time—Feral thrashing—no escape!
Vera: Moonshadow using leverage, not speed—very un-Pack-like discipline.
3rd Minute
KC: Feral explodes—Savage Suplex! Snaps Moonshadow flat!
Vera: Power equals pain—momentum tilts to the beast.
4th Minute
KC: Moonshadow retakes position—another front facelock—keeps it simple, keeps it mean.
Vera: Control wrestling against chaos—beautiful contrast.
5th Minute
KC: She shifts to a neckbreaker—wait! Feral rakes the face!
Vera: There’s the savagery—no wasted motion, just malice.
6th Minute
KC: Both collide—Moonshadow hits the Lycan Lock (Dragon Sleeper)!
Vera: Feral still suplexes through it—mutual punishment! Neither woman blinking!
7th Minute
KC: Moonshadow tries a sleeper—Feral reverses—Count Vlad SHOVES the referee!
Vera: Vlad’s fingerprints are everywhere tonight—Honest Abe might need body armor.
8th Minute
KC: Moonshadow re-locks the Lycan Lock! Feral fading!
Vera: She won’t tap; she doesn’t even understand the word “submit.”
9th Minute
KC: Feral leaps—Flying Bulldog! Moonshadow blocks, counters to base.
Vera: Excellent read—Alpha instincts intact.
10th Minute
KC: Moonshadow cinches another sleeperhold while Vlad antagonizes from ringside.
Vera: Distraction or not, that choke is picture-perfect; airflow’s gone.
11th Minute
KC: Both swing—Moonshadow front-facelock; Feral rakes again!
Vera: Trading restraint for raw hatred—this is devolving fast.
12th Minute
KC: Neckbreaker from Moonshadow! Cover—
Crowd: “One! Two—”
KC: Kick-out! Vlad yelling at Abe, trying to steal focus.
Vera: Every second of distraction buys Feral recovery time.
13th Minute
KC: Feral lunges for Nature’s Fury—blocked!
Vera: Moonshadow neutralized it clean—superb scouting.
14th Minute
KC: Feral claws the eyes—Face Rake connects.
Vera: That’s the animal finding daylight—ugly but effective.
15th Minute
KC: Bestial Chop!—and the Wolf Pack swarms! They gang up on Feral outside!
Vera: Pack loyalty in full display—eye for an eye.
16th Minute
KC: Back inside—sleeper from Moonshadow—Feral stomping each limb—Sasquatch Stomp!
Vera: That’s just barbaric percussion!
17th Minute
KC: Counter war—Feral rakes—Moonshadow reverses—Neckbreaker!
Crowd: “One! Two—”
KC: Kick-out!
Vera: Incredible stamina from both women.
18th Minute
KC: Feral tries another rake—stuffed again.
Vera: Moonshadow adapting mid-fight; evolution in real time.
19th Minute
KC: Lycan Lock re-applied! Vlad throws the Evil Eye from ringside—Moonshadow glares right back!
Vera: Mind-games on top of submissions—this is primal chess.
20th Minute
KC: Moonshadow climbs—Flying Kneedrop! Connects square!
Crowd: “One! Two—”
KC: Kick-out! Barely!
21st Minute
KC: Moonshadow rakes Feral’s eyes on the ropes!
Vera: That’s payback in kind—alpha answering alpha.
KC: Feral fires a Bestial Chop—both stagger!
22nd Minute
KC: Moonshadow re-ascends—Flying Kneedrop again! Hooks the leg—
Crowd: “One! Two! Three!”
KC: She got her! Moonshadow conquers the chaos!
Vera: Brilliant composure under relentless interference. The Pack stands tall.
MOONSHADOW DEFEATS FERAL VIA PINFALL (FLYING KNEEDROP) AT THE 22-MINUTE MARK.
POST-MATCH SCENE
(Blue light returns as Moonshadow kneels, raising a clenched fist. The Wolf Pack—Big Bad Wolf, Moon Silver, and the Howlers—join her in the ring. The crowd howls with them. But as they exit up the ramp, the massive figure of Yeti steps from the shadows, blocking their path.)
KC: The temperature just dropped again—Yeti’s out here!
Vera: Remember, Count Vlad expected Feral to win. This… looks like internal frostbite.
(Yeti glares at Big Bad Wolf, voice rumbling like an avalanche.)
Yeti: “What was that, Wolf? She was supposed to lose.”
(The Wolf tilts his head, smirking, toothpick in mouth—classic Razor-style arrogance.)
Big Bad Wolf: “Heh… you know the ladies, big man—mind of their own.”
(He shrugs, pats Yeti on the chest, and strolls away with the Pack. Yeti’s fists tighten; his breath fogs in rage. Vlad watches from the ramp, eyes burning red as the Dominion’s cracks begin to show.)
KC: Trouble in the Dominion, Vera. The Pack may not be as tame as Vlad thought.
Vera: The full moon’s coming, and wolves don’t take orders for long.
(Camera fades to Count Vlad’s cold stare as the show transitions.)
THE PACK ON THE HUNT |
(Camera cuts to the backstage area lit in moody blue hues. The NPCW logo glows faintly behind a chain-link backdrop. Smooth Samantha stands center-frame, perfectly poised, microphone in hand. Beside her, the Wolf Pack—Big Bad Wolf, leaning against a crate with his trademark toothpick and golden grin; Moonshadow, still war-painted and wrapped in a tattered cloak; and Moon Silver & the Howlers, standing in the background like loyal sentinels.)
Smooth Samantha (confidently): “Samantha here backstage with the Wolf Pack — and folks, what a night for this crew! Moonshadow, you just took down Feral in a war that had the Glacier Plex shaking. Big Bad Wolf… what’s running through the Pack’s mind after that victory?”
(Big Bad Wolf slowly pulls the toothpick from his mouth, smirks, and speaks with that lazy, velvet-smooth menace straight out of a Razor Ramon playbook.)
Big Bad Wolf (low, swaggering): “Y’know, sweetheart… what ya saw out there wasn’t luck, wasn’t magic, wasn’t no miracle moonbeam. That right there… was experience.
Moonshadow’s been in the dark. She’s lived it, fought it, beat it. Feral? She’s just visitin’. The Pack? We don’t visit darkness… we own it.”
(He tilts his head, flicks the toothpick toward the camera with a sly grin.)
Big Bad Wolf: “She took the bite outta the beast tonight, baby… and that’s just the first howl of the evening.”
(Moonshadow steps closer to Samantha, calm and controlled, voice low and deliberate.)
Moonshadow: “The hunt doesn’t end with one victory. The Dominion wanted dominance. We gave them defiance.”
(The crowd in the arena watching on screen lets out a cheer at that line. But before Samantha can ask another question, a deep, thunderous growl echoes offscreen. The temperature seems to drop as Yeti stomps into frame, eyes blazing with fury. Behind him glides Count Vlad, perfectly composed, suit immaculate, smile thin and venomous.)
Smooth Samantha (stepping back cautiously): “Uh-oh… looks like we’ve got company.”
Count Vlad (cold, aristocratic calm): “Company, Ms. Samantha, is a polite word. Let us call this… discipline.”
(He steps closer, voice smooth but razor-sharp.)
Count Vlad: “My dear Wolf… you embarrassed this faction tonight. The Dominion gave the Pack shelter, strength, purpose. And yet—your little ‘Alpha’ decided to defy her orders and win a match she was meant to lose.”
(Yeti snarls behind him, looming like a glacier about to split.)
Yeti (growling): “You better remember who leads this hunt, Wolf. You cross the Dominion again… and we’ll neuter that Pack of yours.”
(A heavy silence falls. The Howlers step forward instinctively, but Big Bad Wolf raises a hand—stopping them. He smirks, tilts his chin up, and stares Yeti dead in the eye.)
Big Bad Wolf (cool, cocky): “Neuter us, huh? Big talk, big man. But see, where I come from… we don’t bark orders, we make ‘em bleed.
You worried about us doin’ our part in the main event? Don’t. You just sit there in your fancy coat, Drac. We’ll be right where we need to be. You ain’t gotta worry about me…”
(He leans in, grin sharpening.)
Big Bad Wolf: “…you oughta be worried about Jax. And what happens if that wild part of his—the one you can’t chain—shows up tonight.”
(Vlad’s smile falters just a moment, his eyes narrowing. Yeti clenches his jaw. The air between them vibrates with tension.)
Count Vlad (measured, cold): “Careful, Mr. Wolf. Wolves who bite the hand that feeds them… tend to end up skinned.”
(Big Bad Wolf chuckles low, steps forward until they’re nose-to-nose.)
Big Bad Wolf (quietly): “Hands heal, Vlad. But a wolf bite? That scar stays forever.”
(The two stare each other down for several heartbeats. Finally, Vlad raises a single hand. Yeti steps back reluctantly. The Count’s smirk returns.)
Count Vlad (smoothly): “Then we are… understood. The Dominion expects your loyalty tonight.”
Big Bad Wolf (grinning): “Sure thing, boss. Whatever you say.”
(He winks at Samantha, but his tone drips with mockery. Vlad and Yeti turn to leave—Yeti glaring back one last time, jaw flexing in fury. The camera lingers as the Wolf Pack stares after them, the tension thick enough to choke on.)
Smooth Samantha (softly, half-whisper): “Uneasy truce or ticking time bomb? We’ll find out soon enough.”
(Big Bad Wolf flicks another toothpick at the ground and smirks into the lens.)
Big Bad Wolf: “Don’t blink, sweetheart. The night’s still young.”
(Fade out to the NPCW logo as the crowd buzzes.)
MATCH 7 |
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie Linville: “Accompanied to the ring by Polly Mason and Marcus the Beastmaster… at a combined weight of six-hundred and eighty-five pounds of primal fury… the genetically unleashed monsters of the Primal Horde… THE BEASTS!”
The dome plunges dark—primal howls, tribal drums, and metal riffs slam in. Two hulking silhouettes—Beast 1 and Beast 2—stalk through blood-red strobe. Polly shrieks and cackles, Marcus rattles a steel chain. The Beasts maul the barricades and rush the ring like predators tasting fear.
Louie Linville (continuing): “From the proud islands of Samoa—united by heritage, driven by honor—THE NEW SAMOAN BLOODLINE: TUMU “THE ISLAND BEAST” VAEGA and SAMOAN STOMPER RAKU!”
Thunder rolls to a deep pate beat. A fierce Siva Tau erupts as Tumu and Raku stride forth in lava-lava skirts, ink gleaming under firelight. They slam their chests in unison, roar to the heavens, and hit the ring as corner pyros shout THE BLOODLINE LIVES.
Johnny: You can feel this one in your bones—power vs. power.
Eddie: Two rabid monsters with a genius and a handler versus a couple of heritage postcards. Good luck, fellas.
The Match
1st Minute
Johnny: Opening tie-up—Polly tries a hypnotic tune—
Eddie: She’s a maestro!
Johnny: Raku flips it! Coco-Butt rocks Beast 1! Raku tags Tumu.
2nd Minute
Johnny: Beast 1 face slam—Tumu answers overhead belly-to-belly!
Eddie: Big boys throwing big boys. Tumu back to Raku—keep it fresh.
3rd Minute
Johnny: Beast 1 looks for belly-to-belly—Raku reverses and throws him out!
Eddie: That’s rude. Beast 1 tags Beast 2; Raku to Tumu.
4th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 clamps a headlock—Raku neutralizes from the apron scrum.
Eddie: Tag back to Beast 1—reset the mauling.
5th Minute
Johnny: Raku: knee drop to rib cage!
Eddie: Tenderize the meat. Beast 1 bails—tags Beast 2.
6th Minute
Johnny: Headbutt by Beast 2—Raku staggers!
Eddie: Skull meets skull; our guys win that trade every time.
7th Minute
Johnny: Side suplex by Beast 2—another thud!
Eddie: Raku’s getting rag-dolled—about time.
8th Minute
Johnny: Double-team window—Beast 2 face slam, Beast 1 vertical suplex—Raku overwhelmed!
Eddie: That’s Horde math: two > one.
9th Minute
Johnny: They try another double—Raku flips it! Tosses them off and throws Beast 2 out!
Eddie: Hey, that’s illegal physics. Still, big momentum.
10th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 vertical suplex; Raku answers pectoral chops!
Eddie: Beasts tag Beast 1—good rotation.
11th Minute
Johnny: Raku again—Coco-Butt flattens Beast 1!
Eddie: Head harder than a tax audit. Beast 1 scrambles—tags Beast 2.
12th Minute
Johnny: Double-team: Beast 2 side suplex, Beast 1 vertical suplex—Raku eats it!
Eddie: That’s how champs handle turbulence.
13th Minute
Johnny: Raku bites back—double chop to neck!
Eddie: It’s a street fight now.
14th Minute
Johnny: Bloodline double window—Raku Coco-Butt, Tumu overhead belly-to-belly; Beast 2 lands a face slam in the chaos!
Eddie: Trainwreck—with my guys still standing.
15th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 tries a throw out; Raku chokes him on the ropes!
Eddie: Both men landing heavy—call it even.
16th Minute
Johnny: Bloodline double again—Raku Coco-Butt, Tumu flying headbutt drop—Beast 2 still hurls Raku out!
Eddie: That’s horsepower.
17th Minute
Johnny: Beasts open a 2-round double: Beast 2 face slam, Beast 1 bodyslam; Raku choking back against ropes!
Eddie: That’s dominance, Johnny.
18th Minute
Johnny: They queue up more—Raku flips the script with a Samoan Death Stomp!
Eddie: Oof. That flattens dreams.
19th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 big splash! Cover—two!
Eddie: Raku survives on pride and fumes.
20th Minute
Johnny: Raku strings offense—(NA) contact lands oddly—
Eddie: Beast 2 grimaces—took something on the rib.
21st Minute
Johnny: Raku tries to toss him—Beast 2 blocks!
Eddie: Strong base. Chalk one up.
22nd Minute
Johnny: Beasts double for two rounds—(NA) then throw out—Raku absorbs it but looks glassy-eyed.
Eddie: Smell that? Dinner.
23rd Minute
Johnny: Another double—Beast 2 headbutt, Beast 1 side headlock; Raku grinds a rope choke.
Eddie: He’s buying seconds, not minutes.
24th Minute
Johnny: Three-round double starts—Beast 2 belly-to-belly, Beast 1 face slam—Raku lands a Coco-Butt on the way down!
Eddie: Desperate shots from the islands.
25th Minute
Johnny: Next round—Beast 2 belly-to-belly, Beast 1 bodyslam—Raku can’t stop the avalanche!
Eddie: That’s how tag champs eat.
26th Minute
Johnny: Final round—both Beasts clamp side headlocks; Raku fires chops to break space.
Eddie: He’s swinging on instinct now.
27th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 vertical suplex—cover—one! Kickout!
Eddie: Tenacity or stubbornness—same result.
28th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 throws Raku out hard; tags Beast 1.
Eddie: Keep him isolated—smart horde work.
29th Minute
Johnny: Polly sings to spark the Beasts—Raku no-sells the mojo and tags Tumu!
Eddie: Party crasher incoming.
30th Minute
Johnny: Clash—Beast 1 face slam; Tumu flying headbutt drop—even trade! Tags: Beast 1 to Beast 2.
Eddie: This is a bar fight in a blizzard.
31st Minute
Johnny: Tumu hoists—Island Quake (Samoan drop into senton)! Cover—two!
Eddie: Beast 2 lives—Horde don’t die easy.
32nd Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 roars back—vertical suplex—cover—one! Kickout.
Eddie: Make him spend energy.
33rd Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 headlock—Tumu answers Island Quake again—two! Beast 1 makes the save!
Eddie: That’s tag mastery.
34th Minute
Johnny: Stalemate—then Raku back in—knee drop to ribs!
Eddie: Bullseye on the lungs.
35th Minute
Johnny: All-in round—Beast 2 vertical suplex, Beast 1 throw out, Tumu basement roundhouse, Raku chops—car crash in four lanes!
Eddie: And my guys still revving.
36th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 headbutt; Tumu overhead belly-to-belly—tags both ways: Beast 2 → Beast 1, Tumu → Raku.
Eddie: Fresh meat.
37th Minute
Johnny: Polly claws at the ref—Raku chops Beast 1 anyway!
Eddie: C’mon, Abe, eyes up! Beast 1 tags Beast 2.
38th Minute
Johnny: Raku Samoan Death Stomp crushes Beast 2!
Eddie: That dented the ice. Tag to Tumu.
39th Minute
Johnny: Bloodline set up a double—Beast 2 reverses the whole thing! Gorilla Press!
Eddie: That’s freak strength.
40th Minute
Johnny: Tumu tries Super Samoan Splash—Beast 2 gets the knees—neutralized!
Eddie: Ring IQ from a monster—love it.
41st Minute
Johnny: Superkick by Tumu lands flush—Beast 2 staggers and tags Beast 1.
Eddie: Danger time.
42nd Minute
Johnny: Tumu Super Samoan Splash! Cover—two! Beast 2 saves!
Eddie: Teamwork keeps the rent paid.
43rd Minute
Johnny: Beast 1 belly-to-belly; Tumu another Island Quake—tags to Beast 2 off the exchange!
Eddie: Closing stretch—double the damage.
44th Minute
Johnny: Double window: Beast 2 side headlock, Beast 1 splash—Tumu crushed!
Eddie: Stack the bodies!
45th Minute
Johnny: Another round—Beast 2 side headlock, Beast 1 bodyslam—Tumu kicks back with a basement roundhouse!
Eddie: He’s scrapping on fumes.
46th Minute
Johnny: Tumu Samoan Spike—Beast 2 reels—tag to Raku for the close!
Eddie: Last roll of the dice.
47th Minute
Johnny: Mass melee all around—everyone in! Beast 2 Gorilla Press, Beast 1 headlock; Raku bearhug; Tumu flying headbutt drop—pandemonium!
Eddie: That’s a highlight reel in one minute.
48th Minute
Johnny: Beast 2 up the ropes—BIG SPLASH! Hooks the leg—ONE! TWO! THREE! He got Raku!
Eddie: Beasts devour the Bloodline—order restored, Horde style!
THE BEASTS DEFEAT THE NEW SAMOAN BLOODLINE WHEN BEAST 2 PINS SAMOAN STOMPER RAKU (VIA BIG SPLASH) AT THE 48-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny: The New Samoan Bloodline pushed them to the brink, but the champs’ cohesion and sheer force carry the day.
Eddie: Lesson of the North: tradition’s cute—predators win. Beasts stay Beasts.
THE ECONOMY OF EXCELLENCE |
(Camera opens on a velvet-roped lounge area backstage: gold uplights, a chrome ice bucket, two flutes, and a gleaming “NLC” belt draped over a velvet cushion. Slick Ricky Vega struts in—wide tie, bigger grin.)
Slick Ricky Vega (amped): “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s your neon knight of the mic—Slick Ricky Vega—backstage with the fresh-minted monarch of money, the NEW Northern Lights Champion—The Rich Athlete—and the queenpin of portfolio management herself, Ruth Heartless! Talk to me, ‘Crown Jewel’—how does victory taste?”
(Rich Athlete steps into frame in a diamond-studded robe, champagne in hand. Ruth lifts the title to camera, then buckles it around his waist.)
The Rich Athlete (smirking, soaking in boos): “Victory tastes like vintage—aged to perfection and imported on a jet with my initials on the tail. North Pole, take a long look—this belt? It just got a raise.
NPCW… you’re welcome.”
(He taps the plate. Ruth clinks her flute.)
Rich Athlete: “You can’t stop class, you can’t stop cash. And tonight proved it: I out-wrestled your bedtime story and turned dreams into debt. Sandman found out the hard way—liquidity beats lullabies.”
Slick Ricky (fanning the flames): “Bold talk, Money Man. Some folks on the roster might take exception—Hansel, Sinbad, Prince Charming, King Arthur, Van Helsing—big names, big reputations.”
Rich Athlete (laughing): “Cute list. Fairytales and campfire heroes. Hansel? He can breadcrumb his way to the back of the line. Sinbad? Buy a map—there’s no treasure at my level. Prince Charming? Tell him to pawn the tiara; he can’t afford this title. King Arthur? The only round table I respect is a boardroom. And Van Helsing?”
(leans into the lens)
“Bring all the stakes you want, hunter—money doesn’t bleed.”
Ruth Heartless (silky, cutting): “Numbers don’t lie. Contracts don’t lie. The Northern Lights Title has never looked more expensive, and expensive means exclusive. If they want a shot, they can submit a bid.”
Rich Athlete (to the crowd through the camera): “I am the Economy of Excellence. I don’t defend a belt—I appreciate an asset. Every arena I touch goes up in value, every opponent I face goes down in credit. So listen close:
If you lace boots in NPCW and you think you’re next? Congratulations. You’re privileged to be a line item on my highlight reel.”
(He raises the flute, then pours it out over the title like a christening.)
Rich Athlete: “Here’s the forecast: gold showers, champagne hours, and a lot of broke boys staring up at the man who owns the Northern Lights. Remember the mantra—
You can’t stop class… you can’t stop cash.”
Slick Ricky (grinning, half-singing): “Bank it, baby. The ledger’s closed. The Northern Lights Champion—The Rich Athlete—and the razor-smile broker of doom, Ruth Heartless. Back to you!”
(Ruth kisses the plate; Rich strikes a slow, arrogant spin as the camera whips to the NPCW bumper.)
MATCH 8 |
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Celeste Orion (in-ring):“And now slithering into your nightmares… escorted by the wicked lullaby of madness herself — Polly…
He is the man without mercy, the smile behind the scars…
This… is MEEEAN… JAAAAAACK!!!”
The lights die. A twisted lullaby echoes like a broken carousel before industrial metal shatters the silence. Polly Mason skips down the ramp, dragging a headless doll, humming in dissonant glee. From the shadows—Mean Jack Mason—cold grin carved across his face, every step deliberate, unhurried, unsettling. The fans boo; he spits back, laughing without warmth.
Johnny: “This man’s aura is venom, Eddie. Every step screams danger.”
Eddie: “Danger? Please. That’s called presence. Mean Jack’s the North Pole Champion, Johnny — the apex predator around here. He doesn’t need a belt tonight to prove it.”
Celeste Orion:“And his opponent… He served with courage, he fights with conviction—
A hero who traded the battlefield for the squared circle—
Standing tall for honor, country, and competition…
ZAAAAACK… ‘THEEEE COMMMAAANDOOOO’… BROOOOWN!!!”
Marching cadence hits, followed by red-white-blue pyros. Zack Brown emerges in tactical gear, jaw set, eyes locked on the ring. The crowd belts out “COM-MAN-DO!” chants as he salutes the crowd, then the sky.
Johnny: “You can feel the respect! This man embodies grit and duty!”
Eddie: “Oh, spare me the salute. This isn’t a parade—it’s a fight, and Mason’s about to draft him into the hurt reserves.”
The Match
1st Minute
Johnny: “And we’re underway—Mason explodes right out the gate—Shut-In Slam! A spinebuster with authority!”
Eddie: “That’s called assertive therapy, Johnny! Mason’s saying, ‘Welcome to my clinic, soldier boy!’”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Mason goes for The Relapse—Zack counters! Paratrooper Plunge! A full-body slam from the Commando!”
Eddie: “Yeah, enjoy your two seconds of offense before the meds kick back in, Johnny.”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Both men trading fire! Mason with Therapy Session—a flurry of fists! Brown fires back—Lawman Lariat! Both men stagger!”
Eddie: “That’s adrenaline vs. madness, and I always bet on the guy who hears voices.”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Mason! Personality Disorder! Huge stunner!”
Eddie: “That’s the Mean Jack handshake—he drops you and diagnoses you in one motion!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Back and forth—Snap Suplex from Jack—Brown answers with a Lawman Lariat! Neither man giving an inch!”
Eddie: “That’s the difference—Brown’s trying to win, Mason’s trying to hurt.”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Jack looks for another Snap Suplex—no, Brown reverses! Paratrooper Plunge! He’s finding his rhythm!”
Eddie: “You mean his delusion. Mason’s letting him dream a little before he crushes him.”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Jack lunges—Personality Disorder! Nails it! He hooks the leg—one! Two!—Kickout!”
Eddie: “You gotta admire Brown’s survival instincts… but it’s like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Jack again! Another Personality Disorder! This one hits flush!”
Eddie: “Beautiful form! That’s like watching ballet—if ballet ended with concussions!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Jack presses the advantage—Rude Awakening! Lou Thesz Press from nowhere! Pummeling blows to the face!”
Eddie: “This is what a main eventer looks like, Johnny. Controlled chaos!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Brown finds a counter! Backbreaker! He’s got Mason down! Trying to wrench it in!”
Eddie: “Ref, check him! Mason’s spine is too valuable for this kind of nonsense!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Oh come on! Family Jewels Therapy! Low blow by Mason! That’s cheap!”
Eddie: “It’s called targeting a weak point, Johnny! Even generals wear armor for a reason!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Jack with a Sleeperhold! Tight cinch!”
Eddie: “Let him drift off into a beautiful dream—of failure and regret!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Mason now—Final Diagnosis! That sharp elbow drop! He covers—One! Two!—Kickout again!”
Eddie: “Honest Abe needs to speed up those counts—Jack’s working overtime!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Mason goes for another Snap Suplex! No—Zack reverses! K-9 Clutch! He’s got it locked!”
Eddie: “Oh, please! You don’t put a pit bull on a rabid dog! Mason thrives on pressure!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Polly’s up on the apron—she’s… she’s handing Jack something! What is that?!”
Eddie: “That’s therapy equipment, Johnny—don’t be judgmental.”
Johnny: “Mason’s loading that elbow pad—don’t tell me—FINAL DIAGNOSIS! Loaded elbow drop right to the heart!”
Eddie: “Clinical precision! That’s how a champion closes the book!”
Johnny: “He hooks the leg—ONE! TWO! THREE! He stole it! Mean Jack Mason steals it!”
Eddie: “He earned it, Johnny! That’s Mean Jack Mason, the North Pole Champion—proof that sometimes, evil just executes better!”
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS ZACK “COMMANDO” BROWN VIA PINFALL (FINAL DIAGNOSIS – LOADED ELBOW DROP) AT THE 15-MINUTE MARK.
POST-MATCH SCENE
Polly slides into the ring, laughing hysterically as Mason kneels over the fallen Brown, tapping his own temple like a man proving a point. The Beasts storm down the ramp behind them, pounding their chests as Marcus raises his chain in triumph.
Johnny: “That’s despicable! Polly Mason with the assist, and now the Primal Horde’s here to celebrate like jackals!”
Eddie: “That’s not a celebration, Johnny—that’s dominance. The Horde runs this place. And tonight, Mean Jack Mason just reminded every so-called hero what happens when you step into his asylum.”
Polly hums her eerie lullaby as the lights flicker and fade on Mason’s cracked grin—his laughter echoing into the darkness.
DEMONIC TIDINGS |
Johnny (excitedly serious): “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to head backstage where our own Alexandra Jones is standing by with… well, I’m told this could get a little… hellish.”
Eddie (snickering): “Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, Johnny. Just the Queen of the North, the Lord of the Pit, and the Grinch of Greed. What could possibly go wrong?”
[Camera follows Alexandra Jones down the shadowed hallway]
Her heels echo like a countdown. Frost crawls up the walls near the door marked with clawed scorch marks. She stops, breathes, steels herself, and knocks.
The door creaks open — Abaddon, towering, eyes burning like dying embers. He leans forward, lips curling in a grin that promises pain.
Alexandra (voice trembling): “H-hi… I’m here for the interview.”
Abaddon (low growl): “Then enter… mortal.”
[Camera pushes inside the room]
The lens adjusts to the dim crimson haze. Krampus sits upon a jagged iron throne, his fur-lined armor glistening with infernal heat, eyes glowing from beneath his horned crown. To his right — Grinch Heyman, immaculate suit and devilish grin, whispering strategy like serpentine scripture. To his left — Queen Lilith, lounging on a velvet chaise, the NPCW Queen of the North Title resting on her lap, her smirk the embodiment of sin.
In the corner, Jack Frost idly sculpts a small ice figurine of Alexandra — before shattering it with a flick.
Alexandra (visibly uneasy): “I… I’m here with the Demonic Legion — Krampus, Grinch Heyman, Queen Lilith — and, well, your Majesty, let’s start with you. There’s… some controversy tonight after your title defense against Luciana Albano. Many are asking—who’s next? Could it be Luciana again? Moonshadow? Snow White? Lady Guinevere, perhaps?”
Lilith (leaning forward, voice like honey laced with venom): “Who’s next? Whoever dares dream they can touch my throne. Luciana wants revenge? Let her crawl back when she learns to kneel. Moonshadow? Her light dims in my shadow. Snow White? Too pure to last. Lady Guinevere? Royalty, yes… but in my realm, I’m the only Queen.”
She smiles cruelly and strokes her title belt like a pet snake.
Heyman (cutting in, with a smirk): “What my Queen is saying, dear Alexandra, is that the Era of Illusions is over. There are no fairy tales left in NPCW — only nightmares. And tonight, Krampus—” (he gestures grandly) “—the harbinger of darkness himself, delivers a message to Count Vlad and his cosplay coven!”
Krampus (booming voice, ancient and deliberate): “The Dominion dares whisper of evil… they toy with darkness like children playing with fire. But we — we are the darkness. We are the flame. The Dominion is a shadow of a shadow — pretenders to the abyss. Wilbur Townsend is a clown that hides his weakness behind face paint. Vlad… Count of whispers… you bring your brood to my realm, and tonight, I shall remind you—darkness does not serve you. Darkness serves me.”
(He rises, towering over Alexandra.)
“Tell the world, mortal… The Legion does not share its throne.”
Heyman (grinning ear to ear): “And after tonight, Vlad’s little circus of blood will learn that when you dance with demons—” he chuckles darkly “—you burn with the best of them.”
Alexandra (stammering): “W-well… thank you, Krampus… Queen Lilith… Mr. Heyman…”
She glances nervously toward Abaddon, who steps closer and opens the door for her — his smile sharp enough to cut glass.
Alexandra (hastily): “Back to you, Johnny—Eddie—please!”
[Camera cuts back to ringside.]
Johnny (steady but shaken): “Well… I don’t blame her for hurrying out of there, folks! You could feel the temperature drop through the screen. Krampus looks more determined than ever—he’s not just fighting for dominance; he’s fighting for ownership of darkness itself!”
Eddie (snide, almost impressed): “Ownership of darkness? Please. Krampus can posture all he wants, Johnny, but Count Vlad is an architect of terror. He doesn’t swing chains and roar—he orchestrates fear. The Dark Dominion doesn’t need fire and brimstone—they’ve got class, charisma, and chaos on speed dial!”
Johnny: “You can call it whatever you want, Eddie, but that match between Krampus and Wilbur ‘Terrorfang’ Townsend is going to be a collision straight from the underworld!”
Eddie (grinning): “And I’m putting my money on the Dominion, Johnny. Because no matter how big and bad Krampus looks—Vlad always has a plan. Always.”
Johnny (serious tone): “Fans, brace yourselves — because coming up next… that confrontation becomes a reality! Krampus vs. Wilbur ‘Terrorfang’ Townsend — the battle for the soul of the dark itself — is next!”
MATCH 9 |
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie Linville (ring intro): “From the darkest winter’s heart… weighing in at 310 pounds of pure terror… He is the Alpha Demon, the BRINGER of NIGHTMARES… THIS! IS! KRAMPUS!”
The arena turns crimson, infernal roars shake the Glacier Plex. Flames burst as Krampus stomps down the ramp, each step rattling chains that trail like the echoes of a thousand damned souls. Grinch Heyman follows, arms outstretched, basking in the chaos. The crowd roars with unease — half awe, half fear.
Louie Linville: “And his presence sends a chill through the arena… from the depths of the Dark Dominion… weighing in at 289 pounds of pure destruction… He is the unholy enforcer — WILBUR ‘TERROR FAAAANG’ TOWNSEND!!!”
The lights die. The hum of horror fills the air. A lantern flickers in the fog — Wilbur “Terror Fang” Townsend emerges, half-shrouded in darkness, his grotesque grin glinting under the light. Behind him looms Count Vlad, whispering commands like a dark priest. The crowd’s jeers merge with the pulse of an unseen drum.
The Match
Hammer Washington (calm gravitas): “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve seen dark confront dark before — but this right here, Brick — this is an unholy war. The Legion versus the Dominion!”
Brick Brody (gravelly laugh): “Hah! You can say that again, Hammer. You got two monsters who make your average ‘tough guy’ look like a mall Santa! Krampus is a walking nightmare — but Terror Fang? That clown’s got ice water and razor blades in his veins.”
1st Minute
Krampus storms out of the corner, snatching Wilbur by the throat!
Hammer: “Krampus wasting no time—look at the power—DREADFUL DESCENT!”
Brick: “That’s eight feet of demon torque, Hammer! And Wilbur’s down before the match even gets ugly.”
2nd Minute
Both collide mid-ring — Wilbur with a Go to Sleep, Krampus answering with Nightmare’s End DDT!
Hammer: “Both monsters trading bombs—neither backing off!”
Brick: “This is what I’m talkin’ about! No wristlocks, no headlocks—just blunt force trauma! The way wrestling used to be!”
3rd Minute
Chaos erupts outside! Grinch Heyman smashes Wilbur with his phone — but Count Vlad spikes Krampus with his cane!
Hammer: “Both managers are at it!”
Brick: “Heyman’s got Verizon coverage in Hell, and Vlad just called long-distance to the Underworld!”
4th Minute
Wilbur rattles Krampus with a short-arm clothesline!
Hammer: “Wilbur bringing some Dominion muscle there!”
Brick: “Finally! You don’t slap a demon—you deck one!”
5th Minute
Krampus hoists Wilbur — DEMONIC DRIVER!
Hammer: “Good Lord! Tombstone Piledriver from Krampus—this could be over!”
Brick: “He just planted him like a cursed Christmas tree!”
Ref: “One… Two…” Kickout!
Hammer: “Townsend stays alive!”
6th Minute
Both stagger—Vlad and Heyman shouting commands. Wilbur hits a Running Senton!
Brick: “That’s three hundred pounds of hurt! Vlad’s grinning ear to ear!”
Hammer: “And Wilbur’s finally found daylight!”
7th Minute
Krampus charges — Wilbur reverses the Krampus Krush!
Hammer: “Terror Fang caught him clean with that forearm smash!”
Brick: “Yeah, that’ll loosen a fang or two!”
8th Minute
Krampus grabs him—Sinister Suplex!
Hammer: “Good heavens! That’s fifteen feet of suplex from the underworld!”
Brick: “Look at that bridge! The man’s built like a cathedral, Hammer!”
9th - 10th Minute
Both men brawl—Wilbur clamps on a chinlock, Krampus shrugs it off with a suplex!
Hammer: “That’s two freight trains trying to derail each other!”
Brick: “And the track’s on fire, baby!”
11th Minute
Krampus Krush! Wilbur down again!
Ref: “One… Two…” Kickout!
Hammer: “Wilbur’s still breathing somehow!”
Brick: “That’s what makes the Dominion dangerous—pain don’t scare ‘em. They marinate in it.”
12th - 14th Minute
Momentum swings — Wilbur with a chinlock and lifting sideslam!
Hammer: “Count Vlad’s screaming orders from ringside—he wants this monster crushed!”
Brick: “You see that? That’s a leader right there, Hammer. Vlad doesn’t manage wrestlers—he conducts evil!”
15th - 17th Minute
Krampus rallies — Nightmare’s End! Shadow Strike! Vlad distracts the ref!
Hammer: “Krampus could’ve had the match won right there!”
Brick: “Nah, Hammer, he’s too busy showing off. Vlad’s got him playin’ checkers while the Dominion’s playin’ chess.”
18th - 20th Minute
Both men collide mid-ring again — Krampus connects with a Shadow Strike!
Hammer: “Another superkick—Wilbur’s down!”
Ref: “One… Two…” Kickout again!
Brick: “He’s still breathin’! Somebody salt that ring, this ain’t natural!”
21st - 23rd Minute
Wilbur rams Krampus into the post! Near fall!
Hammer: “The Dominion’s enforcer digging deep now—this has turned into a war of attrition.”
Brick: “Two bulls locked in a burning barn, Hammer. Something’s gonna give.”
24th - 26th Minute
Wilbur lands heavy blows, but Krampus answers with that Sinister Suplex!
Hammer: “Krampus won’t die!”
Brick: “He’s too mean to quit, too ugly to fall!”
27th - 28th Minute
Krampus snaps—Holiday Havoc! kicks, punches, chaos!
Hammer: “A flurry from the Alpha Demon—Honest Abe might have to step in!”
Brick: “No, no, let ‘em fight! This is what we came for!”
Ref: “One… Two… Three!”
(Bell rings)
KRAMPUS DEFEATS WILBUR “TERROR FANG” TOWNSEND VIA PINFALL (HOLIDAY HAVOC) AT THE 28-MINUTE MARK.
Hammer: “Krampus stands tall! The Legion triumphs over the Dominion—for now! What a collision of darkness!”
Brick (snarling): “I’ll give the devil his due, Hammer. Krampus just beat a Dominion enforcer—but that ain’t the end. Vlad’s not gonna take that lying down. He’ll turn this loss into a lesson.”
Hammer: “You might be right, but tonight—the Alpha Demon reigns supreme!”
Camera pans to Krampus on one knee, raising his claws as Heyman claps proudly. In the shadows, Count Vlad glares — eyes cold, plotting vengeance.
Hammer (solemnly): “And folks, it only gets bigger from here… Next up, the legend returns—the Main Event heroes make their stand. Santa Claus and Jax Brenner prepare for war.”
Brick: “If this was Hell, the next match is the North Pole itself about to crack wide open!”
HEROES OF THE NORTH |
[Cut to backstage – the glow of the Glacier Plex corridor lighting glints off Samantha’s mic badge as the camera steadies.]
Smooth Samantha (composed, confident smile): “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re just moments away from tonight’s colossal main event.
Standing with me now — two men who embody the heart and history of the North — Santa Claus and the Alaskan Wildman himself, Jax Brenner… joined by his manager, Molly Mason.”
Santa stands tall in his crimson battle coat, the fur trim glimmering under the lights. Jax beside him is a storm barely contained — wild eyes, heavy breathing, fists clenched — while Molly, in her red scarf and white nurse’s jacket, looks on with quiet concern.
Samantha: “Santa, I’ll start with you. Earlier this year, the Yeti left NPCW and joined the HCW ranks under Count Vlad’s influence — and tonight, he returns to the North Pole to face you once again. What goes through your mind seeing him back?”
Santa (somber, heavy tone): “It saddens me, Samantha… deeply. Yeti was once a friend — a guardian of these lands. But power, greed, and darkness can twist even the purest hearts. I don’t see the same creature I once fought beside… I see a soul that’s lost its way.
And tonight, I’ll do what must be done — not out of hatred, but mercy.”
Jax suddenly steps forward, voice booming, fists tightening.
Jax (angrily): “Mercy? No, Santa — you don’t show mercy to monsters like him! That thing isn’t lost — he chose the darkness! He tried to break me — break us — when I was down in HCW! He twisted everything — made me think Molly wasn’t real, dragged my sister into his freak show and turned her into… into Feral!”
Molly flinches at the name, clutching Jax’s arm gently. Santa looks at Jax with calm understanding but sadness in his eyes.
Santa (quietly): “Jax… the road back is never closed — not even for the fallen.”
Jax (snarling): “Then you can walk it for him, Claus. I’ll end his nightmare my way.”
The tension is electric. Samantha hesitates, shifting focus to diffuse it.
Samantha: “Let’s… turn to your other opponent — Big Bad Wolf. There seems to be… unfinished business there too?”
Jax (gritting his teeth): “He’s just another beast to be tamed. I’ve faced wolves before — I’ll face this one too.”
Samantha (pressing carefully): “Jax, with respect — there’s been some talk that the Wolf Pack’s influence has… affected you lately. Even Santa expressed concern after what happened on Polar Power last week. Are you certain you’re—”
Jax (cutting her off, defensive): “I said I’m fine.”
He stares dead into the camera — voice low, dangerous.
“Wolf thinks he can play mind games — I’ve lived in the wild. I am the wild.”
Molly looks on uneasily, her hand falling away from Jax’s arm. The atmosphere turns heavy.
Samantha (tentatively): “And… Jax — what about your sister—?”
Jax (interrupting, snapping): “Enough talk!”
He turns sharply to Santa, eyes blazing.
“It’s time to fight.”
He storms off down the hallway. Molly hesitates, then rushes after him, calling softly:
“Jax, wait— please!”
Santa watches them go, jaw tight with quiet sorrow. He looks at Samantha, offers a faint nod.
Santa (gently): “Thank you, Samantha. Some storms… we just have to walk through.”
He adjusts his coat and follows down the corridor as the camera lingers on Samantha’s uneasy expression.
Samantha (softly): “Back to you, Johnny and Eddie…”
CUT BACK TO COMMENTARY – RINGSIDE
Johnny Michaels (somber but fired up): “You can feel it, Eddie! That’s not just a match coming up — that’s years of pain, betrayal, and vengeance boiling over! Santa’s trying to save a soul, and Jax… he’s ready to rip one apart!”
Eddie Ellington (mocking, dripping sarcasm): “Oh please, Johnny — spare me the Christmas carol. Santa’s not saving anything! He’s a washed-up has-been clinging to myth, and Jax Brenner’s one psychotic break away from going feral himself! You see Molly’s face? Even she doesn’t buy the act anymore!”
Johnny: “Oh, come on, Eddie — Jax has been through hell this year! He’s fighting for his family—”
Eddie (cutting in): “He’s fighting for ego! The guy’s a wild animal, Johnny! You can slap a Santa coat or a flag on it, but a brawler’s a brawler — and Yeti and Big Bad Wolf? They eat brawlers for breakfast!”
Johnny (firmly): “Well we’ll see about that, partner — because the time for talking is over! The main event is moments away — Santa Claus and the Alaskan Wildman Jax Brenner versus Yeti and Big Bad Wolf, with Count Vlad and the Wolf Pack waiting in the shadows! Don’t move a muscle — this one’s going to shake the Glacier Plex to its foundation!”
[Camera pans over the roaring crowd — “SANTA!” chants clashing with wolf howls as the lights dim for the epic main event intro.]
MAIN EVENT |
Dave “The Brute” Kent has joined Johnny and Eddie on commentary for the Main Event.
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Johnny: “Strap in! Legends and nightmares collide at Convergence Night 1!”
Eddie: “And Vlad’s monsters are gonna mount those stockings over the fireplace when they’re done.”
Dave Kent: “This is a live grenade. Watch the pace: Santa brings burst offense, Jax brings sustained pressure. Wolf and Yeti are chaos engines—expect structured mayhem from Vlad.”
The Match
1st Minute
Johnny: “Bell rings—Santa starts! Tinsel Toss! Yeti crashes hard!”
Eddie: “He’s big, not bright—easy throw.”
Dave: “Good opening choice—belly-to-belly forces Yeti to reset base. Smart tag out to Jax.”
Santa tags Jax.
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Jax hammers with the Forearm Bludgeon!”
Eddie: “Congrats—he learned how to club.”
Dave: “It’s effective. He’s stacking cumulative damage; that matters against a tank like Yeti.”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Momentum shift—Furry Foot Stomp! Right to the face!”
Eddie: “Dental plan denied.”
Dave: “Jax absorbs; good ring IQ—he tags Santa to break the cycle.”
Jax tags Santa.
4th Minute
Johnny: “Good Tidings! Santa smacks him silly!”
Eddie: “Ref gift-wrapped that one.”
Dave: “Head control works. Another tag—keep Yeti turning.”
Santa tags Jax.
5th Minute
Johnny: “All four colliding—Jax Forearm Bludgeon, Santa Reindeer Charge, Yeti Arctic Blast, Wolf Lupine Lariat!”
Eddie: “That’s a car wreck in a snow globe!”
Dave: “Net gain favors Santa/Jax—better sequencing on their combo hits.”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Big Bad Wolf and Yeti are double teaming Jax! Yeti Icy Embrace, Wolf Lycan Lock—crushing Jax!”
Eddie: “Dominion and the Pack squeezing the air outta the Wildman.”
Dave: “Jax answers with The Pickaxe—he’s fighting in the pocket. Still, Yeti and Jax wins the exchange.”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Yeti and Wolf continue to double team Jax. Yeti drops the Icy Hammer, Jax with a Towering Suplex counters!”
Eddie: “That’s one way to shake frostbite.”
Dave: “Jax equalizes—ends the double-team window.”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Jax Hurl Over Top Rope—Yeti spills out!”
Eddie: “Hey, count, try counting.”
Dave: “Displacement strategy—smart. You don’t out-grapple Yeti; you re-position him.”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Another Forearm Bludgeon! Jax covers—Yeti reverses! Quick cradle!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! Nearly stole it!”
Dave: “Good defensive instinct by Yeti; Jax wisely tags Santa to reset.”
Jax tags Santa.
10th Minute
Johnny: “Santa Tinsel Toss again! Cover—one!—Yeti powers out.”
Eddie: “You’re not pinning a glacier with a snowball, Johnny.”
Dave: “Accumulating near-falls matters; forces energy output from Yeti.”
Yeti tags Wolf.
11th Minute
Johnny: “Santa Good Tidings! Wolf Savage Spear! They rock each other!”
Eddie: “Wolf’s the best athlete in this match. Period.”
Dave: “Even trade—Santa retains center-ring.”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Santa and Jax double teams Big Bad Wolf - Candy Cane Crush from Santa—Jax Stomp to Gut—Wolf fires a Lupine Lariat!”
Eddie: “Wolf keeps receipts!”
Dave: “Still a plus sequence for Santa/Jax—body control and layered offense.”
13th Minute
All 4 are in the ring together its mayhem!
Johnny: “Christmas Cracker DDT! Pickaxe from Jax! Wolf choking on the ropes!”
Eddie: “That’s called improvisation, Johnny.”
Dave: “Domination by the babyfaces that minute. Wolf’s balance is off.”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Tinsel Toss again! Cover—one! Two!—Yeti save!”
Eddie: “Teamwork, baby.”
Dave: “Classic save timing—Vlad screamed that cue, guaranteed.”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Reindeer Charge! Big impact—cover! Wolf kicks at one!”
Eddie: “Ha! Too early for bedtime stories.”
Dave: “Wolf’s snap-out shows high reserves. Santa’s gotta stack moves.”
16th Minute
Johnny: “More Double teaming from Santa and Jax. Christmas Cracker DDT from Santa—Jax Forearm Bludgeon—Wolf answers with Lupine Lariat!”
Eddie: “Wolf hits like a truck full of bad decisions.”
Dave: “Faces still ahead on totals—Wolf’s eating volume.”
17th Minute
Johnny: “Good Tidings—Towering Suplex—Wolf Savage Spear in reply!”
Eddie: “That’s how you cut off momentum!”
Dave: “Wolf’s spear is the equalizer. He’s buying time.”
18th Minute
Johnny: “Sleigh Ride Slam! Pickaxe! Wolf clamps Lycan Lock!”
Eddie: “Wrap a bow on it!”
Dave: “Important: choke attempts are testing Santa’s gas tank.”
Wolf Pack begins to howl to trigger Jax. He’s off the apron—pacing on the floor, clutching his head.
19th Minute
(Jax distracted off apron; Wolf/Yeti double-team)
Johnny: “Listen to those howls—The Wolf Pack’s stirring up something with Jax! Santa’s reaching—no Jax on the apron!”
Eddie: “Oh that’s beautiful—Wolf’s playing the symphony!”
Dave: “Bad sign. If Jax is audio-triggered, the babyfaces just lost their tag option.”
Johnny: “Wolf Savage Spear, Yeti’s Abominable Growl shakes the building—Santa Sleigh Ride Slam answers!”
20th Minute
Johnny: “Wolf charges—Savage Spear again! Yeti stands down—Santa Jingle Bell Buster!”
Eddie: “Tag your partner, Claus! Oh wait—he’s gone.”
Dave: “Santa’s in a handicap now. He must manage distance and conserve.”
21st Minute
Johnny: “Big Bad Wolf and Yeti double team Santa. Wolf Savage Spear—Yeti Icy Embrace bearhug—Santa fights back with Sleigh Ride Slam!”
Eddie: “This is the Dominion’s blueprint—divide, devour.”
Dave: “Sam’s slow count hurts Santa more—longer time trapped in exchanges.”
22nd Minute
Johnny: “Wolf Lupine Lariat, Yeti Furry Foot Stomp, Santa Throw Out of Ring—fights them both off!”
Eddie: “That old man’s stubborn, I’ll give him that.”
Dave: “He’s buying moments—not minutes. Still no Jax on the apron.”
23rd Minute
Johnny: “Down the Chimney! Massive splash! Cover—one! Two!—Yeti save again!”
Eddie: “Team game, Johnny.”
Dave: “That was a 2.8 even with Slow-Count Sam—Wolf’s hurt.”
24th Minute
Johnny: “Santa Reindeer Charge—Wolf slaps on Lycan Lock!”
Eddie: “Night-night, North Pole!”
Dave: “Santa survives, but oxygen debt is real. Look at his breathing.”
25th Minute
Johnny: “Another Reindeer Charge! Wolf claws the back!”
Eddie: “Rake and take!”
Dave: “Santa’s still landing high-value shots. Remarkable resilience.”
26th Minute
Johnny: “Pace slows—Wolf Powerslam plants Santa!”
Eddie: “Timberrrr!”
Dave: “Wolf just re-centered control. Vlad’s pointing to the Yeti—he wants the finisher queued.”
27th Minute
Johnny: “Santa taunts Yuletide Yell! Wolf right back to Lycan Lock! And—tag to Yeti!”
Eddie: “Feast time.”
Dave: “Wolf softens, Yeti finishes. Textbook Dominion.”
28th Minute
Johnny: “Santa digs deep—Good Tidings to Yeti! Cover—one!—kick at one!”
Eddie: “Try harder, Claus.”
Dave: “Santa’s throwing kitchen sinks. Jax still off the apron—head in hands.”
29th Minute
Johnny: “Tinsel Toss again! Yeti clamps The Yeti Trap—Santa turns it to a near-fall—kickout!”
Eddie: “He’s delaying the inevitable.”
Dave: “If Santa can’t tag, the algorithm ends the same way—Yeti’s closer.”
30th Minute
Johnny: “Yeti scoops—GLACIAL DRIVER! Tombstone planted! Cover—one! Two! Three! The Dominion steals this through manipulation!”
Eddie: “Not steals—earns. The howl hit different tonight!”
Dave: “Bottom line: Wolf Pack audio psychology took Jax out from 19 onward. That flipped a balanced match into a controlled two-on-one, and Yeti executed the closer.”
YETI & BIG BAD WOLF DEFEAT SANTA CLAUS & JAX BRENNER VIA PINFALL AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK (YETI PINS SANTA WITH THE GLACIAL DRIVER).
Johnny (voice tight): “Santa fought his heart out, but the mind games swallowed Jax, and the Dominion pounced!”
Eddie (gloating): “Vlad plays chess while Santa’s playing checkers with gumdrops.”
Dave (flat, definitive): “You want the truth? If Jax is compromised by the Wolf Pack’s howl, you can’t book him in these situations without a countermeasure. Get him help, or get him out of that environment—period.”
(Hold on Santa, dazed in the ring; outside, Jax paces, clutching his head as the Pack howls. Count Vlad smirks at the carnage.)
THE BEAST UNLEASHED
[Camera returns to ringside moments after the bell. “Slow-Count” Sam raises Yeti’s arm as Count Vlad applauds mockingly. Santa lies in the corner, clutching his ribs, eyes heavy with heartbreak. Outside, Jax paces erratically, gripping his head as Molly Mason pleads beside him.]
Johnny Michaels (somber): “Folks, we’ve got chaos in the Glacier Plex tonight — Santa Claus is down, and Jax Brenner… Jax looks completely lost out there. He’s fighting something deep inside, something dark.”
Eddie Ellington (gloating): “Oh, it’s beautiful, Johnny! That’s not chaos — that’s the Dominion restoring balance! Count Vlad said it: heroes fall, monsters rise!”
Dave Kent (steady, analytical): “Watch the body language. Jax’s dissociation started the moment those Wolf Pack howls hit mid-match. The psychological trigger’s still active — you’re watching an identity fracture in real time.”
IN THE RING
Yeti stands over Santa, arms wide, roaring in triumph. Count Vlad enters through the ropes, oozing arrogance, microphone in hand. Big Bad Wolf slips outside, motioning to the rest of the Wolf Pack — Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and the Howlers — who surround Jax at ringside. Their low, rhythmic howls echo like a ritual.
Count Vlad (smooth, aristocratic tone): “Do you hear it, my dear people of the North? That sound is not despair — it is destiny!”
(He smirks as boos thunder.)
“The Dark Dominion reigns supreme once more! Your jolly myth, your symbol of hope — your precious Santa Claus — lies broken before me. The North… belongs to the Dark Dominion!”
The lights flicker. The howls grow louder. Big Bad Wolf’s deep, rhythmic growl blends into the chorus, creating a hypnotic beat.
Johnny: “What is—what’s happening to Jax?! Look at him—he’s shaking!”
Eddie: “Oh-ho-ho, this is poetic! The Wolf Pack are calling their cub home, Johnny!”
Dave (low, serious): “No, this isn’t theatrics. That’s a neurological trigger — the howl’s acting like a metronome for his subconscious state. He’s losing control.”
Jax suddenly throws his head back and lets out a primal roar that shakes the building. Vlad freezes mid-sentence and slowly turns toward the ring apron, his eyes narrowing as Jax climbs up.
Johnny (stunned): “My God… Jax just snapped! Look at his eyes—there’s nothing human in there!”
THE SHIFT
Jax slides into the ring, breathing heavily. He stands nose-to-chest with Yeti. The monster grins.
Yeti (mocking): “Yes… Jax Brenner, embrace it. Let the primal beast take hold. Feel the power within you.”
But suddenly, Jax’s eyes flash crimson. The grin fades from Yeti’s face—replaced by confusion.
Johnny: “Wait—Yeti’s expression just changed! He’s realizing he’s not the one in control!”
Eddie (uneasy laugh): “Uh-oh… I think Santa’s Wildman just broke the leash!”
Jax explodes forward—SPEAR! He drives Yeti down with earth-shaking force! Vlad narrowly dodges out of the way, tumbling to the corner.
Dave (shouting): “That was pure instinct! That wasn’t Jax Brenner, that was something else—something feral!”
Johnny (excited): “He just flattened Yeti! The ring almost came apart!”
Eddie (defensively): “Fluke shot! Big monster against big monster—doesn’t mean a thing—”
In the corner, Vlad snarls, shouting down at Big Bad Wolf, who stands ringside grinning like a devil.
Count Vlad (furious): “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”
Big Bad Wolf (smirking, slick and cold): “You wanted the beasts unleashed, chico... now you got it.”
The crowd erupts as Jax hurls Yeti into the ropes—SPEAR AGAIN! The sound of impact echoes like thunder.
Johnny: “Another spear! Jax is possessed! He’s tearing the Dominion apart!”
Dave: “Every motion’s primal — no technique, no thought. He’s crossed into the deep end of the animal brain.”
Santa staggers up, trying to stop him.
Santa (pleading): “Jax! Son, stop! It’s over!”
Jax doesn’t hear him. He spins, shoves Santa violently, sending him through the ropes to the floor!
Johnny: “No! Santa just got shoved out of the ring by his own partner!”
Eddie (delighted): “Ha! Told ya the Wildman’s gone wild! The North’s turning on itself!”
Dave (grim): “That’s the cost of playing with psychological fire. He’s not heel or face right now — he’s pure instinct.”
TERRORFANG’S DEMISE
Yeti stumbles to his feet — Jax grabs him by the throat, lifts him high, and CHOKESLAMS him with monstrous power. The ring frame rattles.
Johnny: “He just lifted Yeti clean off the mat! A choke slam that could split the Glacier Plex in half!”
Eddie: “Stop the match, call animal control!”
Dave: “That’s the deepest adrenaline spike I’ve ever seen—he’s in full transformation mode.”
Wilbur “Terror Fang” Townsend rushes in from the back, sliding into the ring — but Jax turns, grabs him, and launches him over the top rope!
Johnny: “Wilbur just got launched into orbit!”
Eddie: “Vlad’s entire Dominion just imploded!”
Outside, Vlad seethes, eyes burning, pointing at Big Bad Wolf.
Count Vlad (snarling): “You will pay for this betrayal!”
Big Bad Wolf (slick grin, Razor Ramon tone): “Eh… you wanted the beasts unleashed, boss. Don’t cry now that they bit ya.”
Wolf turns and walks off, the Pack following, howling as the lights pulse blood-red.
THE HUMAN MOMENT
Inside the ring, Jax’s breathing grows heavier, almost animalistic. His posture lowers; his muscles twitch. Yeti groans on the mat, reaching weakly toward the ropes. Jax crouches low, ready to pounce—
Johnny: “He’s going for the kill—look at his eyes! He’s not Jax anymore!”
Eddie: “He’s the apex predator, baby! Merry Christmas, Dominion!”
—but suddenly, a small figure slides into the ring.
Johnny (emotional): “It’s Molly! Molly Mason’s in the ring! Somebody stop her!”
Dave (tense): “She’s the only one who might break through. If she can’t reach him, no one can.”
Molly screams through the chaos:
Molly (desperate): “Jax! Look at me!”
Jax pauses. His snarl falters. He looks at her. The crowd goes silent.
Johnny: “She stopped him—he’s listening!”
Molly slowly approaches, tears in her eyes.
Molly (softly): “It’s me… it’s Molly. You’re okay. We’re okay.”
She reaches out, touching his face. His breathing slows. The red in his eyes fades to normal. The beast subsides.
Dave (quietly): “There it is. The emotional anchor. The human side of the Wildman just fought its way back.”
Jax lowers his hands, looks around at the carnage — the broken Yeti, Santa outside the ring — and then back at Molly.
Molly (whispering): “We need to go.”
Jax nods weakly. They step out of the ring together, the crowd applauding softly — unsure whether to cheer or fear him.
FINAL COMMENTARY
Johnny (softly): “I… I don’t know what we just witnessed. Santa Claus may have lost the battle, but something far bigger was unleashed tonight.”
Eddie (half-whisper, uneasy): “Yeah, Johnny… and it ain’t goin’ back in its cage anytime soon.”
Dave (grave tone): “That was no storyline. That was a metamorphosis. If Jax Brenner’s carrying something primal inside him — something the Wolf Pack awakened — then HCW’s about to enter a very dark chapter.”
Camera pans over the chaos: Yeti sprawled in the ring, Santa struggling to his knees, Vlad fuming as Wolf smirks from the aisle, and Jax disappearing into the tunnel beside Molly.
Johnny (voice low as screen fades): “The storm has come to the North.”
[Fade to black. “To Be Continued — Night 2” flashes on screen.]
CLOSING |
[Camera cuts back to ringside after the chaos of the main event. The ring crew is still tending to Yeti and Wilbur Townsend. The lights are slowly coming back to normal. The crowd remains electric, buzzing from what they’ve just witnessed. Then the camera heads up to the broadcast desk, Johnny “The Mic” Michaels looks fired up but shaken, while Eddie Ellington sits smirking, his tie loosened, clearly savoring the madness.]
Johnny Michaels (somber but composed): “Ladies and gentlemen, what an absolutely explosive night it’s been here at Scrooge’s brand-new Glacier Plex! We witnessed history, heartbreak, and the beginning of a war between worlds — and it’s only Night One of Convergence!”
Eddie Ellington (grinning, smug): “Oh, Johnny, admit it — this wasn’t just history. This was domination! The Dark Dominion, the HCW elite — they came, they saw, they conquered! Santa Claus, the so-called symbol of the North, lying flat on his back while Jax Brenner went off the rails like a rabid reindeer? That’s not a victory for NPCW, that’s a collapse!”
Johnny (snapping back): “Collapse?! NPCW walked out of here with six victories to HCW’s four! But, Eddie, you’re right about one thing — those four wins hit hard! HCW took down the Blonde Bombshells, they stole the Northern Lights Championship, and in the end… they put down Santa Claus himself in that wild, unforgettable main event.”
[As Johnny speaks, replay footage rolls: Selena Blackfang locking in the Cloverleaf on Goldie Locks, Rich Athlete raising the Northern Lights title with Ruth Heartless, and Yeti pinning Santa after the Glacial Driver.]
Eddie (snidely): “Yeah, six wins mean squat when the big ones go south, Johnny! You saw what happened — Count Vlad’s monsters made the Glacier Plex their playground, and the so-called heroes of the North? They got melted faster than Frosty in July!”
Johnny (firmly): “Still, tonight was just the beginning. NPCW showed heart, grit, and defiance in the face of everything HCW threw their way. And tomorrow night — it’s HCW’s turn to host the action! Convergence Night 2 comes to you live from Columbia, South Carolina!”
[The screen splits — showing the NPCW and HCW logos colliding over a fiery “CONVERGENCE NIGHT 2” graphic.]
Johnny’s rundown
Johnny (energized): “Here’s what you can expect tomorrow night, folks — and trust me, you do not want to miss this lineup!”
Eddie (interjecting, sarcastic): “Unless you’re an NPCW fan who doesn’t like pain — then maybe take the night off!”
Johnny (ignoring him): “Night 2 kicks off with the 20-Man Convergence Cup Battle Royal! Ten of HCW’s best versus ten of NPCW’s toughest — the winner earns bragging rights and the Convergence Cup itself!”
Eddie: “I’ll tell ya who’s winning that one — anybody wearing HCW colors.”
Johnny (continuing): “Match Two — Owen Zestwel takes on the Demon of Destruction himself, Abaddon! Match Three — ‘The Inferno’ Nico Burnett goes one-on-one with the walking nightmare, Negropolis!”
Eddie: “Flame versus filth — my kind of fight.”
Johnny: “Then, in Match Four — the dark assassins, The Nightstalkers (Bloodfang and Shadowfang) face off with the Merry Band’s very own Friar Tuck and Little John! That’s gonna be a fight between light and shadow!”
Eddie (grinning): “Shadow wins. Every. Time.”
Johnny: “Match Five — Ashley Summers battles Maid Marion! Two proud Iron Ring alumni looking to make a statement!”
Eddie: “Summers better bring more than sunshine if she’s stepping in with Marion.”
Johnny: “Match Six — Morningstar vs. Hansel! That’s right, the fallen angel versus the fairytale hero — a battle of sin versus salvation!”
Eddie: “Bet on sin, Johnny. Always bet on sin.”
Johnny: “Match Seven — a massive trios collision as The Fangs of Despair and Azrael take on Ashen Vicar and the Mirror Saints!”
Eddie: “Angels, devils, cults — Columbia’s gonna need holy water.”
Johnny: “Match Eight — the HCW Television Championship is on the line as Beastfang defends against Van Helsing! That one’s personal, folks.”
Dave Kent (off-screen audio clip from the pre-show desk): “That’s a dream matchup — technical brilliance versus brute violence.”
Johnny: “Match Nine — the HCW World Title itself will be defended! Champion Jack ‘Timberfang’ Lumber faces NPCW’s guiding light — Rudolph! It’s redemption versus dominance!”
Eddie (with a scoff): “Rudolph’s gonna need a whole herd to save him from that one.”
Johnny (leaning in): “And in our main event, the darkness of HCW unites as Mina Harker, Korbi Kong, and Grizelda go to war with the Sisters of the Hood — Crimson Vane, Scarlett Howl, and Ruby Howl!”
[The graphic flashes: “HCW NIGHT TWO — LIVE TOMORROW!”]
Closing Lines
Johnny (passionate, hopeful): “Night One of Convergence ends with shockwaves across the wrestling world. Six wins for NPCW, four for HCW — but momentum? Momentum belongs to the South tonight. Tomorrow, the battle moves to Columbia… and the war for the North Pole’s soul continues!”
Eddie (smirking, smug): “And when the smoke clears, HCW’s not just taking over the North, Johnny — they’re taking over everything! Count Vlad, Timberfang, Beastfang, Mina Harker — the monsters are coming, and they don’t play nice.”
Johnny (pointing at camera, defiant): “Maybe so, Eddie — but the spirit of the North doesn’t break easy. Tomorrow, NPCW strikes back! Don’t miss it, folks — Night 2 of CONVERGENCE — live from Columbia, South Carolina!”
[Camera pans over the roaring Glacier Plex crowd — fans chanting “NPCW! NPCW!” while others howl for the Wolf Pack. The music swells — the Convergence logo burns across the screen.]
Johnny (final line): “For Eddie Ellington, Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent, and everyone here at the Glacier Plex — I’m Johnny Michaels saying: the ice has cracked, the fire’s rising… and the war has just begun!”
[Fade to black with the Convergence Night 2 graphic and the tagline:]
“TOMORROW — THE SOUTH STRIKES BACK!”
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Excellent show. Well done.
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