Aired - November 8, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎥 [OPENING: A frozen tundra and a burning southern skyline split the screen.]
⚡ A storm of snow and fire collides.
🎙️ Dual Voice-Over (two tones overlapping — one icy, one fiery):
“Two worlds... Two empires... ONE CONVERGENCE.”
🎵 [Music swells — half orchestral, half metal.]
🌨️ [NPCW side — polar winds, blue tint.]
🎙️ Announcer (NPCW voice):
“From the frozen crown of the North — the warriors of NPCW rise on November 15th!”
🔥 [HCW side — southern heat, red glow.]
🎙️ Announcer (HCW voice):
“And from the blazing heart of the South — HCW answers the call on November 16th!”
🎥 [Logos flash: NPCW / HCW — THE CONVERGENCE SUPER-CARD]
🎙️ NPCW Voice:
“Night One — the North stands proud!”
⚔️ [Quick-cut montage: Lilith vs Luciana Albano • Sandman vs Rich Athlete • Moonshadow vs Feral • Mean Jack Mason staring down Zack Brown.]**
🎙️ NPCW Voice:
“Champions fall, legends rise, and darkness takes its throne!”
🎙️ HCW Voice:
“Night Two — the South strikes back!”
🔥 [Clips: Jack “Timberfang” Lumber lifting the World Title • Mina Harker and Korbi Kong advancing through smoke • Beastfang roaring inside the ropes.]**
🎙️ HCW Voice:
“The beasts awaken… the champions defend… and the fire consumes all!”
💥 [Rapid split-screen montage — alternating shots from both nights.]
Gretel vs Veronica Flame
The Beasts vs Samoan Bloodline
Owen Zestwel vs Abaddon
The Nightstalkers vs The Merry Band
The Fangs of Despair vs The Mirror Saints
The Bombshells vs The Wicked Trio
🎙️ Dual Voice (overlapping, pounding beat):
“Two nights.
Two arenas.
One destiny.”
🎥 [Main Event build-up — cinematic slow-mo cross-cutting between both finales.]
🎙️ NPCW Voice (rising):
“Santa Claus and The Alaskan Wildman Jax Brenner stand against the fury of the Yeti and the Big Bad Wolf…”
🎙️ HCW Voice (echoing):
“While Jack ‘Timberfang’ Lumber defends the HCW World Title against Rudolph — the Red-Nosed Juggernaut!”
🎵 [Music crescendos — thunder and fire merge, the screen splits then explodes into one massive flash.]
🎙️ Unified Announcer (final roar):
“This is the moment when empires collide…
This is NPCW / HCW CONVERGENCE!”
🎥 [Final visuals: The crowd, fireworks, wrestlers raising belts, NPCW & HCW logos rotating into one glowing emblem.]
🔥 ON-SCREEN TEXT:
CONVERGENCE
Two Nights • Two Worlds • One Legacy
November 15 – 16 | Polar Dome & Columbia, SC | LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW
SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
CROWD AND WELCOMING
As “Polar Power” bursts onto screens, the sweeping camera shot glides across the interior of the brand-new Scrooge’s Glacier Plex — a breathtaking hybrid of spectacle and excess. Towering steel arches shimmer with icy-blue LED light, frost patterns crawl up the transparent roof panels, and massive crystal chandeliers shaped like snowflakes hang from above, casting a cold brilliance over a sold-out crowd.
The arena floor is a marvel — a retractable ring platform surrounded by polar ice-themed LED panels and walkways resembling frozen rivers. Above it, a colossal four-sided holographic cube displays live feeds of fans cheering, pyrotechnics exploding, and the NPCW logo forming out of snow particles before morphing into Scrooge’s smirking face — an egotistical signature touch.
The crowd is electric. Thousands wave handmade signs and wear the latest NPCW merchandise:
“🎅 SANTA 4 LIFE!”
“RUDOLPH IS THE LIGHT!”
“NEGROPOLIS IS THE NIGHT!”
“HUNTER’S ENCLAVE FOREVER!”
“MEAN JACK = TRUE NORTH!”
“MOONSHADOW RISES AGAIN!”
“CRIMSON VANE’S VENDETTA!”
“SNOW WHITE, PURE DOMINANCE!”
A few rogue fans sport HCW “Dark Dominion” shirts — black and violet logos glinting beneath the lights — drawing boos from the NPCW faithful.
[ANNOUNCE DESK INTRODUCTION]
The camera pans down to the broadcast booth, positioned Nitro-style above the floor, surrounded by waving banners.
At the desk sit Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington, and tonight’s special guest — Ebeneezer Scrooge himself.
Johnny (beaming): “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome — WELCOME — to a new era in North Pole Championship Wrestling! You are looking at the magnificent Glacier Plex—the crown jewel of winter entertainment! Tonight, NPCW makes history!”
Scrooge (cutting in, smugly): “Correction, my good man. It’s not the Glacier Plex. It’s Scrooge’s Glacier Plex! Every icicle, every light, every seat — all funded by the House of Scrooge! So let’s get the name right, shall we?”
Eddie (grinning): “He’s right, Johnny. Show some respect! This place is a monument to money well spent — and I love the sound of that!”
Johnny (rolling his eyes): “Alright, alright — Scrooge’s Glacier Plex. Either way, it’s the start of something big for NPCW! Not only will this arena host major specials, but tomorrow night, right here, Chill Factor Episode 011 will debut from the newly renovated North Pole Arena — now part of the complex, featuring the NPCW Studios and headquarters!”
Scrooge (leaning back with pride): “Indeed! Efficiency, expansion, excellence — all words that begin with E, much like Ebeneezer! You’re welcome, NPCW fans!”
Eddie (laughing): “He’s got a point, Johnny! The man spent more on this place than most federations spend in a decade! Look at this — heated seats, retractable snow dome, gourmet cocoa bars—”
Johnny (cutting in): “Let’s not forget what brings us here tonight — the action! Our main event is one for the ages: Queen of the North Champion Lilith faces Moonshadow and HCW’s Luciana Albano in a non-title triple threat match! At Convergence, Lilith will put that crown on the line against Luciana — but tonight, the Queen faces both the past and the future!”
Eddie: “It’s a show-stealer, no doubt. But don’t forget, Johnny, Albano’s here from HCW — which means she’s dangerous. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Dominion’s little witch friends are somewhere backstage.”
Scrooge (waving him off): “Oh, please, who cares about that? What matters is this arena — my arena — and the legacy of profit and prestige it represents! Just look at those fans! Every ticket, every T-shirt — an investment in greatness!”
Johnny (dryly): “And humility, too, apparently.”
Scrooge (snapping): “I heard that, Michaels!”
Eddie (snickering): “He’s got the hearing of a hawk — or a tax auditor!”
[MYSTERIOUS INTERRUPTION]
Suddenly, the lights dim. The crowd hushes.
A low, echoing chime reverberates through the Glacier Plex as fog creeps up the ramp.
Ominous organ music begins to play — a haunting, unfamiliar melody.
Johnny (uneasy): “Uh-oh… folks, something’s happening here. We’re not scheduled for a match yet — what is this?”
Five shadowed figures emerge through the fog, moving in slow synchronization. Their silhouettes are distinct — tall, cloaked, and eerily calm. The massive LED screens flicker between static and darkness.
Eddie (leaning forward): “Johnny… whoever they are — they don’t look like they’re here to buy merch.”
Scrooge (grumbling, clutching his lapel): “What is this nonsense? Who’s interrupting my show in my arena?!”
The camera slowly zooms in on the ramp as the fog thickens and the figures stop at center stage, staring toward the ring.
Johnny (hushed): “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got company — and this looks like nothing we’ve seen before in NPCW…”
Eddie: “Or maybe… something we hoped we’d never see again.”
The lights flicker once more — the figures remain motionless — and the show cuts to break.
[THE LIGHTS RETURN – SHADOWS TAKE FORM]
The Glacier Plex rumbles with a low, supernatural hum as the eerie organ tones return — louder, darker, vibrating through the frozen rafters. The fog at the top of the ramp thickens until five silhouettes emerge, standing like titans in the mist.
When the lights finally rise, the crowd gasps.
At the front — Count Vlad, draped in a long black velvet coat embroidered with crimson sigils, steps forward with regal disdain. Behind him, the monstrous Yeti, his white fur now streaked with black ash and scars of war; the animalistic, snarling Feral — once Jax Brenner’s sister — prowls on all fours; the hulking brute Wilbur “Terrorfang” Townsend towers silently; and the twisted zealot Hell’s Fang Morningstar grins beneath a mask of frostbitten leather.
They stand as one — The Dark Dominion has arrived.
[COUNT VLAD ADDRESSES THE CROWD]
Count Vlad (raising his hands, his voice echoing like a sermon):
“Behold, children of the cold — we have arrived.”
(Boos thunder down from the NPCW faithful)
“Your frozen paradise reeks of complacency… of hope. How quaint. While you fools wrapped yourselves in tinsel and nostalgia, we were conquering the flames of Hell itself! At HCW’s House of Horrors, the Dark Dominion reigned supreme — every foe reduced to ash, every pretender left screaming in the shadows!”
(He smirks cruelly, pacing the stage like a dark maestro.)
“And so, we have come north… not as guests, but as conquerors. This is no invasion — it is an inevitability. For the Dominion does not knock… we take. And tonight, in the hollow heart of this so-called Glacier Plex, we send a message to your locker room, to your heroes, to your false idols — that no amount of jingle or cheer can silence the darkness rising beneath your snow.”
[YETI TAKES THE MIC]
The crowd erupts with mixed rage and shock as Yeti rips the microphone from Vlad’s hand. His growl is low and guttural.
Yeti (snarling): “Johnny… Eddie… you remember me, don’t you?”
(Johnny stammers on commentary: “That’s the Yeti! We haven’t seen him since last year’s Nightmare at the North Pole!”)
Yeti (continuing): “Yeah, that’s right. I was banished from this frozen circus — left for dead after Santa and his flock turned their backs! So I found a new home — in the fire, in the blood, in the Dominion! And at House of Horrors, I made your Wildman Jax Brenner burn! His screams fed the flames that forged me anew!”
(The camera cuts to Feral, crouched behind him, snarling and slapping the steel stage with her claws. The crowd chants “Feral sucks! Feral sucks!”)
Yeti (grinning): “But it seems Santa couldn’t keep his red nose out of it. You wanna play hero, Claus? Then be a man and find two brave fools to stand beside you. Tonight, we make this new ‘Scrooge’s Glacier Plex’ a graveyard of goodwill! You and your partners step inside this ring with the Yeti… and I promise—your holiday spirit dies screaming!”
He slams the mic into the stage — a thunderous metallic echo that draws instant heat from the crowd.
[COMMENTARY REACTION]
Johnny (wide-eyed): “Good heavens! The Dominion’s here, the Yeti’s calling out Santa, and Feral—look at her—she’s looking ferocious! What in the North Pole is going on!?”
Eddie (grinning wickedly): “Oh, come on, Johnny — this is what we call class! The Dominion’s bringing fire and fury to this frosty little playground. You heard the Yeti — he’s not here to make friends, he’s here to end legends!”
Scrooge (furious, pounding the desk): “This is an outrage! I built this arena for profits! For commerce and money! Not to host these… these ghouls from HCW! They’re ruining my grand debut!”
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, the Dominion has crashed the Glacier Plex and thrown down a challenge to Santa himself! But—hold on—something’s happening backstage!”
(Static crackles on the screen as a production assistant rushes behind the commentators, whispering urgently.)
Eddie: “What now? What could possibly top that?”
Scrooge (standing up): “They’re trying to ruin Scrooge’s big night — I knew it! Someone get security, someone get order!”
Johnny (tense): “Fans, there’s a commotion backstage — we’re gonna try to get cameras back there and find out what’s happening—don’t you dare change the channel, this night is just getting started!”
The screen flickers and cuts to black.
[BACKSTAGE CHAOS – SECURITY BREAKDOWN]
The camera cuts from the stunned commentary desk to a backstage corridor buzzing with chaos. Acting Director of Rules and Regulations, Buddy the Elf, stands in front of a cinderblock wall, flanked by a half-dozen security guards in navy jackets. They’re struggling to restrain a wild, roaring force of nature—The Alaskan Wildman, JAX BRENNER.
His hair hangs like an untamed mane, his beard frost-streaked and matted. Animal pelts cover his shoulders, and in his right hand gleams a steel pickaxe glinting beneath the fluorescent light. His boots stomp the floor like thunder as he bellows—
JAX (furious): “WHERE IS YETI?! I WANT HIM NOW!”
The guards push back but barely contain him. Buddy the Elf holds his clipboard like a shield.
Buddy the Elf (stammering): “Mr. Brenner, please—this is a family-friendly event! You can’t just—uh—swing heavy weapons indoors!”
[RECAP VIDEO – COURTESY OF HCW]
The TitanTron ignites with HCW footage—labeled “Courtesy of HCW: House of Horrors PPV”—as the crowd inside the Glacier Plex roars in disbelief.
The recap plays as Johnny Michaels narrates over clips:
Johnny (voice-over): “For those of you who missed it, just one week ago at HCW’s House of Horrors event, the Alaskan Wildman met the monstrous Yeti in a Casket Inferno Match… and things took a turn darker than anyone expected.”
—Flashes of the brutal exchange: chair shots, blood, Feral attacking Molly Mason, and Yeti’s monstrous chokeslam into the casket.
—The match reaches its shocking conclusion: Yeti pours accelerant, lights the match, and flames engulf the casket.
—Molly screams for help. Vlad smiles from the apron. The casket burns—and when Yeti tears it open, it’s empty.
Johnny (somberly): “And after the fire… Jax Brenner was gone. No one saw him leave. Not HCW, not security—he simply vanished.”
[BACK LIVE – THE WILDMAN SPEAKS]
The feed returns to the backstage corridor, where Molly Mason, Jax’s fiery red-haired manager, rushes into frame, breathless and panicked.
Molly (pleading): “Jax! You need to calm down and stop this right now!”
Jax halts, breathing heavy like a caged beast, eyes burning with vengeance. Buddy and the guards hesitate, relieved as Molly steps between them.
Molly: “You disappeared, Jax! I thought you were dead! You didn’t call, you didn’t write, you didn’t—”
(Her voice cracks.) “—you left me thinking I watched you burn alive.”
Jax exhales, shoulders softening. He lowers the pickaxe.
Jax (gruff, controlled): “I didn’t plan it, Molly. Santa knew Vlad would try something like that—him and Yeti both. So he had one of the elves rig a trapdoor under the casket. Slid a Snow Globe into my gear—from the North Pole tech division. When the fire hit, I triggered it… and it teleported me out.”
Molly looks stunned.
Molly: “So… that’s how you vanished? You’ve been hiding here, in the North, ever since?”
Jax: “I wasn’t hiding. I was waiting. I showed up last week at Northern Belles—me and Santa were in the crowd, sending Vlad a message. But now they’re here, Molly. The Dominion. And I’m done waiting. I’m gonna make them pay.”
[INTERRUPTION – THE WOLF PACK ARRIVES]
A long, low wolf whistle echoes down the corridor.
Molly (annoyed): “Oh no… not now.”
From around the corner struts The Big Bad Wolf, his trademark swagger and smirk unmistakable—slick hair, gold chain glinting under his open leather vest. Behind him slink the rest of the Wolf Pack: the alluring Moonshadow, the stoic Moon Silver, and the twin enforcers known as The Howlers.
Big Bad Wolf (grinning, toothpick in mouth): “Well, well, look what the snow dragged in… Jax Brenner, the man who got himself flambéed and came back to bark about it. You sure you’re ready to be out here, Wildman? You still smell like burnt fur.”
(The crowd in the arena watching on the big screen laughs and boos.)
Jax (glaring): “You got something to say, Wolf, say it without hiding behind your pack.”
Wolf chuckles and strolls closer, flicking the toothpick away.
Big Bad Wolf: “Relax, I’m just saying—if you’re gonna come North again, you might as well make it worth watching. Why don’t we give these Glacier Plex people a little preview of Convergence? You and me, one-on-one. Let’s see if you’re still ‘wild’… or just smoked meat.”
While Wolf talks, Moonshadow slinks forward toward Molly, circling her slowly, eyes locked. She leans close—almost inhaling.
Moonshadow (whispering, with a wicked grin): “Mmm… she smells like fear.”
Molly recoils, visibly shaken. Jax immediately steps forward, pulling her behind him.
Jax (furious): “You want a fight, Wolf? Get in line—Yeti’s first.”
Big Bad Wolf (mocking): “Yeti, huh? You still chasing the guy who already cooked you once? Don’t worry, Wildman—once I’m done tonight, you’ll be begging him for a rematch from the hospital bed.”
Jax (growling): “Fine. You want it? You got it. Tonight.”
[COMMISSIONER ARRIVES]
The hallway crowd parts as Commissioner Bob Cratchit storms in, clipboard in hand, looking exasperated and out of breath.
Cratchit (frustrated): “What in Dickens’ name is going on back here?! This is supposed to be a grand debut, not a demolition derby!”
Big Bad Wolf (shrugging): “Don’t worry, boss man. We’re just tryin’ to give these fine folks a main event they’ll remember.”
Cratchit sighs, rubbing his temples.
Cratchit: “Fine! You want to fight? You’ve got it! Tonight—The Alaskan Wildman Jax Brenner versus The Big Bad Wolf—in the Glacier Plex’s first official night!”
The crowd in the arena watching the screen erupts in cheers.
Big Bad Wolf (smirking): “Now that’s good business.”
He and his pack stroll away, laughing. Jax slams the pickaxe handle on the floor once, glaring after them. Molly looks up at him, concerned but resolute.
[BACK TO COMMENTARY]
The camera cuts back to Johnny Michaels, Eddie Ellington, and Ebeneezer Scrooge at ringside.
Johnny (excited): “The Wildman’s back! The Glacier Plex debut’s already off the rails, folks—Jax Brenner versus Big Bad Wolf tonight!”
Eddie (snickering): “Oh, sure, Johnny. Great idea—let the guy who just got cooked last week go toe-to-toe with one of the meanest wolves in the north. Real smart!”
Scrooge (fuming): “This is chaos! CHAOS! My beautiful arena—already turned into a zoo!”
Johnny (grinning): “And it’s only just begun! But right now, we’re heading backstage—Smooth Samantha is standing by with Santa Claus, who has a response to Count Vlad and the Yeti’s challenge!”
[BACKSTAGE – SANTA’S DRESSING ROOM INTERVIEW]
Camera fades from the roaring crowd to the warm glow of Santa’s private dressing room.
Garland and snowflake lights frame the walls, a steaming mug of cocoa sits beside a stack of letters labeled “Naughty or Nice – 2025 Edition.”
Smooth Samantha, dressed in a silver suit with snowflake lapels, stands center frame, microphone in hand. Beside her stands Santa Claus, his red coat slightly unbuttoned, showing his rolled-up sleeves and serious tone — this isn’t the jolly gift-giver tonight. Beside him, pacing like a coiled spring, is Hansel of the Hunter’s Enclave.
Samantha (with poise): “Santa, moments ago we heard Count Vlad and his Dark Dominion issue a challenge to you and the NPCW locker room — a direct declaration of war, right here inside the Glacier Plex. What’s your response?”
Hansel (stepping in, fiery): “I’ll tell you the response! We don’t back down from anyone! Dominion, HCW, monsters or men — the Enclave stands tall! If they want a fight, they’ve got one — and I’ll be standing right beside Santa!”
Santa (calmly raising a hand): “Easy there, Hansel. Let’s not make any more dents in the Plex before Scrooge gets the bill.”
(chuckles softly, then turns serious)
“You’re right though, lad. Vlad and his cronies came north thinking they could spread fear — but they’ll find out tonight that the North gives as good as it gets. This is our house, our fans, and our spirit. They wanted to ruin our celebration, but instead, they’re going to get a taste of some true NPCW hospitality.”
Samantha (nodding): “So you’re accepting the challenge then?”
Santa (grinning through his beard): “Oh, I don’t just accept it, Samantha. I welcome it.”
Hansel (jumping in): “Van Helsing’s out of town, Rudolph’s tied up, but we’ve got plenty of firepower! Huck or Tom would throw down in a heartbeat. Or maybe Sinbad, Robin Hood, even King Arthur or Prince Charming!”
Santa (smiling knowingly): “All good choices, Hansel… but I’ve got someone special in mind. Someone who knows what it means to fight for the North. If they accept my invitation — well, let’s just say the Dark Dominion’s going to wish they’d stayed in the shadows.”
Samantha (leaning in): “And can you tell us who this mystery partner is?”
Santa (smirking): “Not yet. But when the time comes tonight — everyone will know.”
Santa adjusts his gloves, claps Hansel on the shoulder, and steps out of frame toward the locker room door. Hansel follows, hyped and ready for war.
Samantha (to camera): “There you have it! Santa Claus is answering Count Vlad’s challenge — and he’s bringing backup! The question now is… who’s the mystery partner?”
[BACK TO COMMENTARY]
The camera transitions back to the announce desk, where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels, Eddie Ellington, and Ebeneezer Scrooge sit under the glow of the massive Glacier Dome lights. The crowd behind them chants “SAN-TA! SAN-TA!” as pyrotechnics sparkle across the rafters.
Johnny (grinning): “There you have it, folks! Santa Claus himself has accepted Count Vlad’s challenge for later tonight — and the mystery of who’ll stand beside him is already setting social media on fire!”
Eddie (smirking): “Yeah, sure, Santa’s got courage, Johnny — but courage won’t save him from what the Dark Dominion brings. Yeti, Morningstar, Terrorfang? That’s a lineup straight out of a nightmare!”
Scrooge (fuming): “A nightmare that’s happening in my arena! My beautiful Scrooge’s Glacier Plex — chaos on opening night! Unacceptable! I’m heading to the Commissioner’s booth before this place turns into a zoo!”
Scrooge storms off, mumbling about insurance premiums and “unsanctioned holiday hooliganism.” Johnny and Eddie can’t help but laugh.
[TONIGHT’S LINEUP ANNOUNCEMENT]
Johnny (energized): “Well, ladies and gentlemen, while Scrooge handles his business, let’s take a look at tonight’s stacked card from the Glacier Plex — the debut event in this world-class arena!”
(Graphics flash across the screen as Johnny lists them off with commentary flair.)
1️⃣ Snow White vs. Regina, the Evil Queen
A rivalry written in fairy-tale blood reignites — the fairest versus the fiercest!
2️⃣ Non-Title Match: Universal Champion Sinister Klaus vs. Sir Lancelot
The icy malice of Klaus meets the steel honor of Camelot!
3️⃣ Trios Match: North Star Tag Champions The Blonde Bombshells (Dorothy, and Alice) with Goldie Locks) vs. The Witch’s Coven (Wicked Willow, Morrigan, La Bruja Muerte)
Magic meets mayhem — and these Bombshells are loaded!
4️⃣ The Alaskan Wildman Jax Brenner vs. The Big Bad Wolf
The Wildman returns from the inferno to test his fury against the Pack!
5️⃣ Non-Title Match: Northern Lights Champion Sandman vs. Prince Charming
The dreamweaver meets the golden boy in a match of pure contrast.
6️⃣ Non-Title Match: NPCW Tag Champions The Beasts vs. Blitzen & Donner of the Reindeer Coalition
Power versus precision — primal instincts versus festive finesse!
7️⃣ Six-Man Tag: Santa Claus, Hansel, and Mystery Partner vs. The Dark Dominion’s Yeti, Morningstar, and Terrorfang
A war for pride, vengeance, and North Pole honor!
🎇 MAIN EVENT:
Queen of the North Champion Lilith vs. Moonshadow vs. Luciana Albano (Non-Title)
Three kingdoms collide — NPCW royalty meets HCW’s rising storm!
Eddie (leaning forward): “You’ve got heroes, villains, monsters, and witches — all under one roof, Johnny. The only thing missing is popcorn.”
Johnny (smiling): “Eddie, this is more than a wrestling show — this is Polar Power history in the making!”
Camera pans across the roaring Glacier Plex crowd, thousands strong, waving signs: “TEAM SANTA FOREVER,” “I SURVIVED THE GLACIER PLEX,” “HCW = Hot Clown Wrestling.”
Johnny (to camera): “When we come back, it’s time to kick things off — the Fairest of Them All takes on pure Evil! Snow White vs. Regina — NEXT!”
[FADE OUT TO COMMERCIAL BREAK – “SCROOGE’S GLACIER PLEX: THE COLD STANDARD IN ENTERTAINMENT” plays with a sweeping drone shot of the arena.]
The lights dim as purple mist creeps across the stage. A haunting, regal melody fills the Glacier Plex.
Johnny (excited): “Ladies and gentlemen, we are officially underway inside Scrooge’s Glacier Plex — and what a way to kick it off! Two fairy-tale icons turned bitter rivals!”
Eddie (smirking): “Oh, please. It’s not even a contest, Johnny. The Queen has class, poise, and the Huntsman in her corner. Snow White’s best move tonight will be running back to the forest with her woodland groupies.”
Johnny: “I wouldn’t count Snow White out so quickly, Eddie. She’s been on a roll since reclaiming her edge — and tonight, she’s out to finally silence the Evil Queen once and for all!”
Regina, draped in black velvet with silver trim, gestures coldly to the crowd as The Huntsman stalks behind her. Boos echo. Then, “Mirror Mirror” by Ashes Remain blares — Snow White emerges in white-and-blue ring gear, carrying her glass apple pendant high to the roar of the crowd.
Johnny: “Snow White wasting no time — she charges in with a beautiful arm drag into that Gilded Grip armbar!”
Eddie: “Yeah, and look at that — the Huntsman doing his job! One good clubbing blow to the back, and Snow White’s seeing stars already! That’s strategy, Johnny. That’s partnership!”
Johnny: “Snow White bounces back — Thorn Crown Driver connects! She spikes the Queen right into the mat!”
Eddie: “Fluke! She just got lucky — Regina’s just feeling her out, like a cat toying with a mouse before the kill.”
Johnny: “Enchanted Whirl attempt — no! Regina counters! Goes up high — misses the splash! Snow White with the Kiss of Spite! My goodness, she got all of that!”
Eddie: “She probably chipped a nail doing it. You can’t take down royalty with cheap cosmetics!”
Johnny: “Seven Lock Curse applied! She’s got that hold cinched in tight!”
Eddie: “Not tight enough! Regina’s got the lungs of a queen and the will of an empress — she’s not tapping to a peasant’s hold!”
Johnny: “Regina with that signature diving elbow drop — she nails it! The Evil Queen is turning the tide!”
Eddie: “That’s how it’s done, Johnny! Precision, power, perfection! Long live the Queen!”
Johnny: “Snow White counters beautifully — another Kiss of Spite! Hooks the leg!”
Ref: “One… two…”
Johnny: “She almost had her!”
Eddie: “Almost doesn’t count, unless you’re counting how many times Snow White’s been embarrassed tonight.”
Johnny: “The fight’s spilling outside! Snow White — GLASS COFFIN DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!”
Eddie: “Get out of the way, Your Majesty! Don’t mess up that beautiful robe— oh, no! She’s down!”
Johnny: “The referee’s count is on! Regina’s not moving!”
Ref: “...Eight... nine... ten!”
Johnny (energized): “She’s counted out! Snow White wins it by count-out with that incredible Glass Coffin Dive!”
Eddie (furious): “That’s robbery, Johnny! The Queen was regaining her composure! She didn’t need to rush back in — she’s royalty, not a marathon runner!”
Johnny (grinning): “Like it or not, Snow White just drew first blood in the Glacier Plex era — and the fans love it!”
SNOW WHITE DEFEATS REGINA (W/ HUNTSMAN) VIA COUNTOUT AT THE 14-MINUTE MARK
Johnny (as Snow White celebrates): “What a start to Polar Power here in Scrooge’s Glacier Plex — the fairest one of all stands tall again!”
Eddie (sneering): “Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, sweetheart. Queens don’t forget slights, and that throne’s still hers — she’s just letting Snow White borrow the spotlight for now.”
Camera pans to the fans cheering wildly as Snow White bows toward the crowd, her theme swelling while Regina and the Huntsman seethe at ringside.
[FADE OUT TO COMMERCIAL]
HALLOWEEN HORROR RECAP
“LAST WEEK ON POLAR POWER: HALLOWEEN HORROR!”
Johnny (the voice-over, earnest and energetic): “Last Friday night, the spirits rose, the flames burned, and the North Pole turned into a nightmare zone for one unforgettable Halloween Horror Special!”
[Clips roll: barbed-wire ropes, smoke, firelight.]
Match 1 – Double Hell Death Match: Big Bad Wolf vs Krampus
Johnny: “The night opened in pure chaos — the Alpha Wolf howled for dominance, but the Demon of Winter, Krampus, was waiting with chains and fury!”
Eddie (laughing): “Yeah, and Wolf got neutered before he even got outta the kennel! Krampus didn’t come to wrestle — he came to collect souls!”
[Highlights: Wolf ramming Krampus into fire barrels; Krampus landing the Krampus Krush; flames reflect in his horns.]
Johnny: “After twenty-four brutal minutes, the monster stood tall — Merry Krampus indeed!”
Hunter’s Enclave vs Dark Dominion
Johnny: “Things only got darker when Van Helsing’s grudge match with Sinister Klaus spiraled into an all-out brawl!”
Eddie: “Let’s be honest — Beastfang and Morningstar showed up to represent HCW’s Dominion and left their mark — right across Van Helsing’s face!”
[Clips: Dominion ambush Van Helsing; Hansel and the River Reapers rush in; Morningstar chop-blocks Hansel’s knee.]
Johnny: “NPCW security had to pull them apart — and you can bet that story ain’t over yet!”
Hell in a Cell – Robin Hood vs Abaddon
Johnny: “From betrayal to bloodshed — Robin Hood stepped into Hell itself to face Abaddon of the Demonic Legion after Lilith’s deception.”
Eddie: “And Abaddon should get hazard pay — that Cell was a metal meat grinder! Robin may have won, but he’ll be coughing up ashes ’til Christmas!”
[Highlights: Robin crashing Abaddon through the cage roof; Lilith spraying dark mist; Robin ramming Abaddon’s head into the cage for the win.]
North Star Tag Titles – Blonde Bombshells vs Grimm Sisters
Johnny: “The Bombshells kept the gold, but the fight was far from glamorous — Glint and Shade pushed Alice and Dorothy to their limits.”
Eddie: “And then came the Dominion Dolls — Selena and Talia — crashing the party ’til Goldie Locks showed up with the kendo sticks! Boom! Kaboom! That’s fashion with a concussion!”
[Footage: green mist, Dominion faces off with Bombshells and Witch’s Coven; security rushes in.]
NPCW Tag Titles – River Reapers vs The Beasts
Johnny: “The Reapers fought like hell to defend their belts against the reborn Beasts of the Primal Horde — but tonight, power beat prowess!”
Eddie: “Finally! The Beasts remembered they ain’t supposed to be tame! Polly Mason and Marcus the Beastmaster had ’em snarling again — and they bit their way back to gold!”
[Visuals: Beast 2 hits Vertical Suplex for the pin; Polly screams “Ferocity is back, baby!”]
Texas Bull Rope Match – Sandman (c) vs Hansel
Johnny: “The Northern Lights Champion fought through blood and brass knuckles after Rich Athlete’s attack earlier that night — but still put Hansel down after touching all four corners to retain!”
Eddie: “That’s why Sandman is the dream that never ends! Hansel was lucky to wake up at all!”
Queen of the North Title – Moonshadow (c) vs Lilith
Johnny: “Lilith looked to reclaim her crown inside the Cell — and this time, she did just that with a brutal Dread Kick to the champion!”
Eddie: “Told you, Johnny — love her or fear her, Lilith’s the real Queen of the North. Luciana Albano, hope you’re taking notes for Convergence!”
[Highlights: Moonshadow’s Lunar Lariat, Wolf Pack interference, Lilith bleeding yet standing tall with the title.]
Main Event – Hell in a Cell for the North Pole Title
Johnny: “In the hometown of Pleasant Pines, Mean Jack Mason defended the North Pole Title against Rudolph in a war that shook the cage walls!”
Eddie: “That’s right — the crowd booed, Mason grinned, and justice was served cold. The Guiding Light got snuffed out by a Shut-In Slam!”
[Footage: blood-splattered Mason standing over Rudolph, Polly raising his arm, snow falling from the rafters.]
Closing Voice-over
Johnny: “From the depths of Pleasant Pines, the Halloween Horror Special proved why NPCW is the true empire of the North — and the road to Convergence has only just begun!”
Eddie: “Yeah, and if you ask me, Johnny — the only thing scarier than Halloween night is what comes next!”
[Fade to logo: ‘Polar Power – Halloween Horror Special’ in dripping blood red.]
Johnny: “Welcome back to Polar Power, folks — and what a clash of worlds we’ve got here! The Universal Champion himself, Sinister Klaus, facing one of Camelot’s finest, Sir Lancelot, in a non-title bout. Eddie, you can already feel the tension!”
Eddie: “Tension? Johnny, this isn’t tension — it’s tradition meeting perfection! Klaus is the greatest champion in any universe, and tonight he’s proving that chivalry is overrated and outdated.”
Johnny: “Merlin’s here at ringside to counter Fenwick Grimbough’s usual shenanigans, so this could actually be a fair contest for once!”
Eddie: “Fair? In wrestling? Johnny, please — fairness is for fairy tales, and Klaus eats fairy tales for breakfast with a side of reindeer sausage!”
Johnny: “And we’re underway — both men locking up! Klaus drives that bear-like frame into Lancelot’s ribs—oh, that’s the Klaus Crush! He’s squeezing the knight like a holiday ham!”
Eddie: “That’s not just a hug, that’s an investment squeeze! You can hear Lancelot’s armor creaking, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Lancelot’s fighting free though—rolling elbow right to the jaw! The knight’s still got fight left in him!”
Johnny: “Lancelot with momentum now—Superkick! He’s firing on all cylinders!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but you can’t knock down the Klaus that easily. He’s like a blizzard — it just keeps coming!”
Johnny: “Sinister Klaus with the Sleigh Ride Lariat! Down goes Lancelot! And look at Fenwick—what’s he doing with that rulebook?”
Eddie: “He’s just reminding the ref of the rules, Johnny! Every great champion has an advisor!”
Johnny: “He whacked Lancelot across the back of the head! The ref missed it completely!”
Eddie: “And that, my festive friend, is called ‘efficient management.’”
Johnny: “Klaus with the cover! One… Two… Three! He stole it! Sinister Klaus just pinned Sir Lancelot thanks to Fenwick Grimbough!”
Eddie: “Stole it? He earned it! Lancelot should’ve read the fine print on the naughty list!”
Johnny: “Merlin’s furious — he’s in the ring checking on Lancelot while Fenwick raises Klaus’s hand! Where is the honor here?”
Eddie: “Honor doesn’t win titles, Johnny. Power does. And Sinister Klaus just reminded everyone why he’s the Universal Champion — and why Camelot belongs in a museum!”
SINISTER KLAUS DEFEATS SIR LANCELOT VIA PINFALL AT THE 9-MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “Welcome back, folks — it’s time for six-woman tag team action here inside Scrooge’s Glacier Plex! The fans are on their feet for the Blonde Bombshells — Alice, Dorothy, and Goldie Locks — and you can just feel the energy in this place!”
Eddie: “You call that energy, Johnny? I call it naïveté. You don’t waltz into the ring against the Witch’s Coven all smiles and curls! These ladies use dark magic, deceit, and violence — all the ingredients of success!”
Johnny: “Oh, come on now — they’re not exactly brewing potions out there! But it is a dangerous trio: La Bruja Muerte, Morrigan, and Wicked Willow, led by the sinister Wicked Witch herself. And there she is — pointing that staff right toward the Bombshells!”
Eddie: “That’s a warning, Johnny! When the Witch’s Coven points, bad things happen!”
Johnny: “Alice starts it off with La Bruja Muerte — and immediately launches with Wonderland’s End Moonsault! Picture-perfect rotation! She got all of it!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but look at La Bruja bouncing right back with that Hell’s Halo DDT — straight to the mat! You can practically hear the echo through this place!”
Johnny: “Alice stays on the attack — Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Beautiful execution!”
Eddie: “Sure, but La Bruja Muerte doesn’t stay down long. She’s tougher than she looks — she eats heartbreak for breakfast, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Tag made — Dorothy’s in! The hometown darling connects with a cartwheel into an elbow smash!”
Eddie: “Oh, please. She’s showboating for the crowd! This isn’t gymnastics, it’s witchcraft warfare!”
Johnny: “Dorothy gets caught — La Bruja Muerte with that Cross Armbreaker! She’s trying to tear that arm out of the socket!”
Eddie: “She learned that in the cauldron, Johnny! That’s a submission brew if I’ve ever seen one!”
Johnny: “Alice tags back in — but here come Wicked Willow and Morrigan! Double-team time! Widow’s Peak Neckbreaker followed by a Running Hip Attack — devastating tandem offense by the Coven!”
Eddie: “That’s teamwork, Johnny — unholy, terrifying teamwork! These witches are synchronized chaos!”
Johnny: “Alice trying to rally — double knees to the chest! That staggered Willow, but she’s not staying down either!”
Johnny: “Now Wicked Willow hoists Alice — Spider’s Web Sidewalk Slam! That shook the ring!”
Eddie: “And it’s about to get worse — here comes Morrigan, spinning in with a wicked kick that nearly decapitated Dorothy earlier! This is beautiful brutality, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Goldie Locks finally gets the tag! She’s got that fiery look — but wait— Wicked Willow catches her right out of the gate! Chokebomb! She plants her in the middle of the ring!”
Eddie: “Told you! The Coven doesn’t care about blonde ambition — they care about destruction!”
Johnny: “Willow lifts her again — another Chokebomb! Goldie’s down! Cover by Wicked Willow — one, two, three! It’s over! The Witch’s Coven steals a major victory here tonight!”
Eddie: “Steals? No, Johnny — they conjured it! Wicked Witch just waved that hand, and poof — the Bombshells’ hopes went up in smoke!”
Johnny: “What a statement from the Witch’s Coven as we inch closer to Convergence! The Bombshells fought bravely, but tonight, dark magic reigned supreme here in the Glacier Plex.”
WICKED WILLOW DEFEATS GOLDIE LOCKS VIA PINFALL AT THE 11-MINUTE MARK
SANTA’S MYSTERY PARTNER
(Scene transitions under dim red lighting and echoing footsteps down the concrete halls of Scrooge’s Glacier Plex. The broadcast cuts to backstage, where Santa walks with quiet determination — the jolly glow replaced with something colder, more resolute. The familiar sleigh bells of his theme echo faintly behind him as Johnny and Eddie narrate from commentary.)
Johnny (voice-over): “Folks, I—I think I recognize that hallway… wait a minute, that’s not the locker corridor for the Hunter’s Enclave! That’s… oh no, that’s the Demonic Legion’s wing of the Glacier Plex!”
Eddie (voice-over, excited): “Now this is getting good, Johnny! I told you Santa’s desperate! When you start knocking on that door, you’ve hit the naughty list hard!”
Santa halts before a massive black-iron door wreathed in smoke, carved with glowing runes that pulse like coals. The air shimmers from the heat radiating behind it. He raps on the door — three heavy knocks echoing like hammer blows.
The door creaks open to reveal Abaddon the Destroyer, towering and horned, a demon of molten muscle and charred skin, smoke curling from his nostrils. His eyes burn like forge embers as he snarls down at Santa.
Abaddon: “What business does the red saint of light have in the halls of fire?”
Johnny (voice-over): “That’s Abaddon — Krampus’s enforcer! Santa might be the bravest man alive… or the craziest!”
Santa (steady): “I’ve come to speak with Krampus.”
Abaddon growls, his claws flexing.
Abaddon: “He has no time for—”
From within, a voice interrupts — deep, commanding, and infernal.
Krampus (off-screen): “Let him enter.”
Abaddon grunts but steps aside, the door swinging open with a hiss of steam.
\The camera pans across the Legion’s lair: black stone walls lit by flickering crimson torches. Chains hang from the ceiling. The air smells of sulfur and frost. At the center of the room sits a massive obsidian throne adorned with horns and skulls. Upon it reclines Krampus, his eyes glowing ember-red beneath a shadowed cowl.
Standing beside him, the Queen of the North Champion Lilith, still in her ring attire, leans against a column, smirking. Grinch Heyman, ever the schemer, lounges nearby with his trademark crooked grin, clutching his “Naughty List” clipboard. In the background, Jack Frost conjures icy daggers from thin air, letting them melt between his fingers. Abaddon closes the door behind Santa, looming like a sentinel.
Krampus (low and rumbling): “Well, well… the mighty heir of Saint Nicholas. To what do I owe this intrusion into my infernal domain?”
Lilith chuckles, her tone dripping with venom.
Lilith: “Did you lose your way delivering presents, old man?”
Santa (calm but firm): “Enough games. Vlad and his Dark Dominion have come to defile this sacred night — to poison the North before Convergence. I’m not here for games, I’m here for allies.”
The Legion exchange glances. Krampus leans forward, resting his claws on the throne’s armrest.
Krampus: “Allies… You want me to fight at your side?”
(a dangerous grin spreads) “How far the mighty have fallen.”
Eddie (voice-over): “Ha! Oh, this is rich, Johnny — the jolly red savior begging help from the monster he once banished!”
Johnny (voice-over): “This is about defending NPCW, Eddie! Even Santa knows when to set old grudges aside!”
Santa: “Call it what you will. But when darkness comes to our world, even light needs a shadow to fight by its side.”
Heyman, intrigued, strokes his chin and steps forward.
Grinch Heyman: “You know, this might not be the worst offer, Krampus. The Dominion’s been creeping into our business too. Imagine the headlines — ‘The Demonic Legion saves Christmas.’ Has a certain irony, doesn’t it?”
Lilith scoffs, her glare icy.
Lilith: “You can’t be serious, Grinch. Santa comes begging for help, and you’d have us play his elves?”
Heyman (smirking): “No, Lilith. I’d have us play gods.”
She rolls her eyes and storms off with Abaddon trailing her, muttering about “wasting time before the main event.” Jack Frost glances up briefly, then returns to crafting a jagged icicle, whispering something about “blood freezing prettily in the snow.”
The room grows silent except for the dripping of molten wax from the torches.
Krampus (rising, towering over Santa): “Very well. I will join you tonight, heir of Saint Nicholas. But remember this—”
(leans close, his breath misting cold)
“—you owe me. And I always collect.”
Santa (nodding): “Then we have a deal. Tonight, we protect the North.”
Santa turns to leave. As the door shuts behind him, Heyman steps close to Krampus, whispering with that crooked smirk.
Grinch Heyman: “This could be… profitable. The old man’s putting faith in a devil. Let’s see what happens when the bill comes due.”
Krampus (dark grin): “Oh, it will, Grinch. It always does.”
Johnny (voice-over): “Oh my heavens… Krampus and Santa — together?! That’s an unholy alliance if I’ve ever heard one!”
Eddie (voice-over): “Unholy? Try unstoppable! This is what happens when you make deals with the devil, Johnny. I love it!”
Johnny: “Folks, I can’t believe what we just witnessed — Santa Claus walking straight into the lair of the Demonic Legion and walking out with Krampus as his partner! Things are about to explode tonight at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex!”
(Fade out on the image of Krampus watching the closed door, his claws tapping the throne armrest in thought — the flickering torches reflecting in his eyes like twin infernos.)
Johnny: “We’re back live here at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex and folks, this crowd is buzzing! The Alaskan Wildman has returned to the North—and he’s looking for blood after what happened at HCW’s House of Horrors!”
Eddie: “Buzzing? They should be howling, Johnny! The Big Bad Wolf is here, and this is his forest now! Jax Brenner’s a walking campfire accident—Yeti burned him once, and Wolf’s gonna finish the job!”
Johnny: “Oh, will you stop! Molly Mason looks focused at ringside—she’s been through enough watching Jax go through fire and fury last week. You can see the scars, the rage in his eyes.”
Eddie: “Yeah, rage is fine, but you can’t brawl your way through a Wolf Pack. They’re circling already!”
Johnny: “And here we go! The two heavyweights lock up—no feeling out process here! Wolf drives Jax into the corner—oh my! That spear nearly cracked the boards!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about! The Big Bad Wolf isn’t here to play—he’s here to eat!”
Johnny: “Brenner trying to fight back with those short knee lifts—hammering the midsection! He’s breaking Wolf’s grip! Irish whip to the ropes—BIG boot by Jax!”
Eddie: “Oh come on, Honest Abe, get in there! That boot might’ve been loaded—look at the mud on it!”
Johnny: “The Wolf Pack are pacing ringside, howling, pounding the mat—this crowd’s starting to feel uneasy, Eddie!”
Eddie: “Uneasy? They should be grateful! You don’t get symphonies like this in wrestling anymore—listen to that! The Pack is in perfect harmony!”
Johnny: “Those howls—wait, they’re distracting Jax! Honest Abe’s warning them! Jax’s eyes—oh no, look at his face! He’s… he’s twitching!”
Eddie: “That’s not twitching, that’s transformation, Johnny! The Wolf Pack’s bringing out the animal in him!”
Johnny: “Brenner’s gone primal again—he’s hammering Wolf in the corner! Clubbing blows! The referee can barely control him!”
Johnny: “The crowd’s on its feet—Wolf rakes the eyes! Jax stumbles back, and Wolf takes advantage with that vicious choke on the ropes!”
Eddie: “Classic Wolf—smart, precise, beautiful! That’s how you break down a wild animal—control the neck, control the man!”
Johnny: “Brenner’s fighting through it—body slam! Another knee lift! He’s mounting offense now!”
Eddie: “Yeah, but look at Molly—she’s screaming for him to calm down! I think she’s afraid of her own man!”
Johnny: “You’re not wrong… she’s pleading with him, trying to ground the Wildman. But those howls—they’re getting louder again!”
Johnny: “Wolf off the ropes—PACK LEADER SUPLEX! He spiked Brenner! Cover! One… Two—No! Brenner kicks out!”
Eddie: “That was slow, Honest Abe! Typical North Pole favoritism!”
Johnny: “Brenner struggling to his feet—Wolf hits the ropes again—Brenner counters! HUGE hurl over the top rope! Wolf crashes to the floor!”
Eddie: “No, no, no—get up, Big Bad! Don’t let this mountain man steal your win!”
Johnny: “Referee’s count is on—Wolf’s down! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine—TEN! Big Bad Wolf’s been counted out!”
[Post-Match Chaos]
Johnny: “The Wildman wins by count-out, but—oh no, it’s not over! The Wolf Pack are howling again—those eerie howls echoing through the Glacier Plex!”
Eddie: “Look at Jax’s eyes, Johnny! They’re turning red—he’s losing it!”
Johnny: “He’s tearing down the top rope! He’s shaking the cage of his own sanity! Molly’s in the ring—she’s trying to calm him down—oh no, she’s… she’s scared of him!”
Eddie: “You can’t calm nature, Johnny! Once you feed the beast, you can’t call it back!”
Johnny: “Wait—she’s talking to him, whispering something—look! He’s stopping! He’s calming down!”
Eddie: “Ugh, sentimental nonsense. He could’ve finished the Wolf right there!”
Johnny: “The Big Bad Wolf is smiling from the ramp—he’s enjoying this chaos. The Pack leaves, but that grin says it all—this isn’t over. Not by a long shot!”
THE ALASKAN WILDMAN’ JAX BRENNER DEFEATS BIG BAD WOLF VIA COUNT-OUT AT THE 21-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny (somber): “Eddie, the scars from the House of Horrors still run deep—and the Wildman’s fight tonight may have only awakened something darker inside him.”
Eddie (grinning): “Good. Because if he wants to survive the Dominion and the Wolf Pack, he’s gonna need that monster.”
Johnny: “Folks, the Glacier Plex is on fire tonight—stay tuned, because up next, the Northern Lights Champion Sandman steps into the ring with Prince Charming!”
ALPHA ALLIANCE
The camera cuts to the backstage corridor bathed in icy-blue light. The sound of howls still echoes faintly from the arena as Big Bad Wolf struts through the hallway, the Wolf Pack flanking him — Moonshadow at his right, the Howlers trailing behind, laughing and beating their chests. The crowd noise fades under the hum of tension.
Suddenly, the hulking form of The Yeti looms from the shadows, with Feral crouched at his side — eyes wild, her hair matted like a snowstorm come alive. The two stop the Wolf Pack in their tracks.
Johnny (voice-over): “Oh boy, things could get dangerous here. You’ve got the Wolf Pack and the Dark Dominion face-to-face!”
Eddie: “Dangerous? This is power meeting power, Johnny! Look at these alphas — this is what dominance looks like!”
Yeti (low, rumbling tone): “Big Bad Wolf… that was impressive. You helped the Wildman see what I already saw — the beast that lives under his skin. You’ve done your part in awakening the animal.”
Big Bad Wolf (grinning, brushing his slicked hair back): “Yeah, Yeti. But careful what you wake up, big man. Some beasts don’t go back to sleep.”
Johnny: “Wolf’s not wrong! We’ve seen Jax Brenner lose control before — and that kind of rage doesn’t stay caged forever!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Jax couldn’t survive in Yeti’s world. He’s all bark and frostbite.”
As the two leaders talk, the tension shifts — Feral, eyes gleaming, moves toward Moonshadow, circling her like a predator. Moonshadow doesn’t flinch; she leans forward, meeting Feral’s glare with one of her own, silver hair falling across her face.
Johnny: “Look at this — Feral and Moonshadow! They’re gonna meet at Convergence next week, and neither looks willing to wait that long!”
Eddie: “Ha! Feral’s sniffing out the competition — Moonshadow should just bow her head and back down!”
The air grows taut. Feral hisses lowly, baring her teeth. Moonshadow smiles — a quiet, dangerous smirk — and doesn’t move an inch.
Yeti (interrupting, eyes narrowing at Wolf): “You’d better keep her on a tighter leash, Wolf. My Feral doesn’t play well with others.”
Big Bad Wolf (mock laugh, waving his hand): “She’s got spirit — maybe too much for your kennel. Don’t worry, Yeti, my pack handles their own.”
Yeti scowls but steps back, motioning to Feral to follow. She growls once more at Moonshadow before backing away.
As the Dominion duo disappears down the hall, Wolf’s smirk fades. He looks toward Moonshadow, his tone darkening.
Big Bad Wolf: “Yeti better watch himself. He thinks he’s taming monsters… but letting the Wildman off the leash? That’s gonna bite him hard.”
Moonshadow: (tilts her head, her voice cold and knowing) “Then maybe we should bring the storm to him first.”
Wolf grins again, baring his teeth like a predator satisfied.
Big Bad Wolf: “Maybe we should.”
He flicks his toothpick away and motions for the Pack to move out. The camera lingers on the corridor — steam rising from the floor vents, the echo of Feral’s growl fading into the distance.
Johnny: “That’s the kind of powder keg that could blow Convergence apart!”
Eddie: “Oh it’s gonna blow, Johnny — and when it does, the Dark Dominion might not be the ones left standing!”
Camera fades to commercial as the NPCW logo pulses across the screen.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Welcome back, fans! Up next, the Northern Lights Champion Sandman goes one-on-one with Prince Charming — a battle of style versus substance right here at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex!”
Eddie Ellington: “Johnny, let’s not forget this isn’t just any night for Sandman — in one week at Convergence, he’ll be putting that Northern Lights Title on the line against HCW’s Rich Athlete! And if you ask me, the champ had better keep both eyes open after the way things went down last week.”
Johnny: “Indeed, last week, the Rich Athlete struck first — literally — with a pair of brass knuckles that nearly caved Sandman’s skull before his match with Hansel even began!”
(Cue Rich Athlete’s theme — smooth, jazzy arrogance fills the arena as he struts to ringside in a gold-trimmed suit, waving mockingly to the booing crowd. He sits beside Eddie and Johnny, sliding on a headset.)
Rich Athlete Joins Commentary
Rich Athlete: “Let’s make one thing perfectly clear — nobody ‘struck first.’ I arrived. I elevate every segment I touch. You can’t stop class, you can’t stop cash.”
Eddie: “I love it! What a line! You need to put that on a t-shirt, Rich. That’s money — literal money!”
Johnny: “Be that as it may, Rich, Sandman’s been cleared to compete tonight, and he’s not likely to forget what you did.”
Rich Athlete: “Oh, please. Sandman’s lucky I gave him relevance. That man is a lullaby in boots — every time he steps into a ring, the audience hits snooze. But me? I’m what happens when success takes human form.”
Bell rings. Sandman locks up with Prince Charming, forcing him into the corner. Charming reverses and hits a crisp knife-edge chop.
Johnny: “Prince Charming taking it to the champion early! He’s not intimidated one bit!”
Eddie: “He should be. Sandman’s the Northern Lights Champion for a reason — he puts people down faster than tax season.”
Rich Athlete: “Champion? Please. That belt’s been begging for an upgrade. I’ve got cufflinks worth more than that title strap. And Charming here? He looks like he walked out of a discount perfume ad.”
Sandman snaps off a Go To Sleep, flooring Prince Charming. He goes for a quick pin — Charming kicks out.
Johnny: “Near fall! The champion almost ended this early!”
Rich Athlete: “You call that impressive? Johnny, that’s what I do when I yawn — I just put people out. Sandman’s gimmick is basically a sleep study gone wrong.”
Prince Charming counters with a beautiful standing moonsault, rallying the crowd.
Eddie: “Credit where it’s due — that was athletic! But all flash, no follow-through. He should’ve used that mirror he carries to check his form before trying to beat a champion.”
Rich Athlete: “Exactly! See, Eddie gets it. Looks don’t win titles — money does. Sandman’s got the belt, but I’ve got the bank, and at Convergence, I’ll buy my way into history.”
Johnny: “I don’t think the Northern Lights Title can be bought, Rich—”
Rich Athlete (cutting him off): “Johnny, everything has a price. Even your broadcast jacket — what is that, polyester?”
(Eddie nearly falls out of his chair laughing.)
Sandman regains control, grounding Charming with a spinning fist strike and locking in a sleeper. Charming refuses to quit, fighting back with elbows before hitting a Sasuke Special over the ropes. Sandman crashes outside but rolls back in at the count of 2.)
Johnny: “What resilience by the champion! Sandman refuses to stay down!”
Eddie: “That’s what makes him dangerous, Rich — you’ll be stepping into a storm next week.”
Rich Athlete: “Oh, I thrive in storms, Eddie. Lightning doesn’t scare me — I own the skybox!”
Back inside the ring, Sandman ducks a Spinning Samoan Driver and counters with one final Go To Sleep that lands flush.
Johnny: “He caught him! Go To Sleep connects!”
Eddie: “Goodnight, Prince Charming — pleasant dreams!”
Johnny (counting with the crowd): “One… Two… Three! Sandman with the victory!”
SANDMAN DEFEATS PRINCE CHARMING VIA PINFALL AT THE 16-MINUTE MARK
Post-Match Confrontation
Before Sandman can raise his arms, Rich Athlete removes his headset and slides into the ring, smirking. He claps mockingly, then gets face-to-face with the champion.
Johnny: “Oh boy — business is about to pick up!”
Eddie: “Two future Hall of Famers staring each other down — look at this!”
Rich Athlete (in-ring, audible over the mics): “Enjoy your little moment, Sandman. Because next week, when I step into that ring, your title — your legacy — and your lullaby all belong to me. You can’t stop class… you can’t stop cash!”
Sandman responds with a glare, fists tightening. Officials and security rush in, separating them as the crowd erupts in dueling chants.
Johnny: “Security holding these two apart — the Northern Lights Title picture just got hotter than ever!”
Eddie: “And next week at Convergence, we’ll see if Sandman can wake up in time to survive The Rich Athlete!”
Camera fades out to a split-screen of both men shouting across the officials — the Glacier Plex crowd roaring in anticipation.
YETI’S CONTRACT
The camera cuts away from the roaring Glacier Plex crowd to the lavish NPCW Commissioner’s Box high above the arena. Crystal chandeliers hang from frosted beams, casting light over a long mahogany table adorned with silver goblets, ledgers, and a holographic view of the live feed below. It’s half boardroom, half royal observation chamber — the kind of luxury only Scrooge would demand for “his” arena debut.
The Players
Commissioner Bob Cratchit, seated at the center, leans forward, eyes weary but alert. The weight of leadership — and Scrooge’s presence — clearly sits heavy on him.
Ebeneezer Scrooge, decked out in a gleaming white fur-trimmed coat, is animated and impatient, gesturing wildly toward the ring feed.
Ms. Kristine Sweetins, Executive GM of the Women’s Division, sits poised with a pen and datapad, clearly trying to drown out Scrooge’s incessant ranting.
Alton Bell, GM of Chill Factor, reclines comfortably with his trademark smirk, radiating calm authority — a modern-day gladiator-turned-executive..
Scrooge (ranting, pacing): “Do you see this chaos, Cratchit?! Wolves, witches, wildmen — all parading around my Glacier Plex like it’s a bloody circus! I built this monument for greatness, not grunting barbarians!”
Cratchit (calmly adjusting his glasses): “Sir, it’s wrestling. Controlled chaos is… kind of the business model.”
Ms. Sweetins (without looking up): “And if I may add — it’s working. Social feeds are blowing up. The live crowd’s the biggest we’ve had in months.”
Alton Bell (grinning as he checks a holo-stat screen): “She’s right, boss. The viewership numbers just hit record highs. This is one of the highest-rated Polar Power episodes ever. You’re not losing money tonight — you’re making history.”
(Scrooge blinks, visibly recalculating his mood. He straightens his coat and clears his throat.)
Scrooge: “Well… naturally. The people came to see my Glacier Plex in all its splendor. The wrestling is just… incidental ambiance.”
(Ms. Sweetins rolls her eyes subtly. Cratchit smirks, but before anyone can respond — the door swings open with a resonant creak.)
The Arrival of Count Vlad
The lighting dims slightly as Count Vlad Dragomir steps into the Commissioner’s Box, clad in a dark tailored coat with crimson lining. His voice drips with aristocratic arrogance — calm, precise, and chilling.
Count Vlad: “Ah… what a fine establishment, Mr. Scrooge. Truly, you’ve outdone yourself. The ice gleams… though I daresay, the moral foundation seems to be melting.”
Scrooge (smiling uneasily): “Count Vlad! My honored partner in… northern enterprise! To what do we owe this—”
Vlad (cutting him off): “I am here, Mr. Scrooge, to discuss business. Specifically, the business of opportunity.”
(He places a sleek black folder on the table marked with the HCW insignia — and the seal of the Dark Dominion.)
Cratchit: “Hold on— that’s the HCW’s briefcase contract. The one Yeti won.”
Vlad (smiling faintly): “Indeed. The very same. And I am here to ensure that it is exercised properly… for the North Pole Championship.”
Ms. Sweetins (immediately): “You can’t be serious. That’s an HCW contract. Different federation, different jurisdiction—”
Vlad (raising a hand): “Jurisdiction is a fragile thing, my dear. Championships transcend borders. The North Pole Title carries legacy — bloodline, if you will. It’s time to bring that title home to the Dominion.”
(He smirks, eyes glinting red under the chandelier.)
Scrooge (hesitant): “Count, perhaps we could direct this ambition elsewhere? The Universal Title carries global prestige—”
Vlad: “Prestige without honor is a crown of tinsel, Mr. Scrooge. No — the Dominion has set its eyes upon the true throne of the Pole.”
Cratchit (standing): “Be that as it may, NPCW cannot simply honor a contract from another company! That would undermine our integrity — and every wrestler here who’s earned their place in line!”
Vlad (coolly, stepping closer): “Integrity, Commissioner, is a flexible commodity. I offer you something rarer — inevitability. You saw what happened when the Yeti returned. When he burns, the world watches. When he conquers, ratings ascend. And by the time Nightmare at the North Pole arrives… your precious title will already belong to the darkness.”
(Tense silence. Ms. Sweetins crosses her arms. Bell leans forward, unimpressed.)
Ms. Sweetins: “And what about Mean Jack Mason? He’s one of yours, isn’t he? A match between allies could destabilize everything.”
Vlad (chuckling): “‘Allies’ is a strong word. Mr. Mason is… an associate. A mercenary of momentary convenience. When the time comes, he’ll either kneel or bleed. Either outcome… entertains.”
Cratchit: “You’re gambling with our main event structure, Count. We have plenty of worthy contenders — Robin Hood, Krampus, Negropolis—”
Vlad (cutting him off, tone razor-sharp): “Then feed them to your champion. Let them have their chances. Let them fail. When December arrives, Yeti will collect what is his. And when he stands as North Pole Champion, history will record that the Dominion delivered ratings salvation.”
(He steps back, folding his hands.)
Scrooge (after a pause, smiling): “I think the Count makes an… intriguing business case.”
Cratchit (aghast): “Sir, you can’t be serious!”
Scrooge: “Think of the profits, Bob! Think of the eyes this will bring to the Glacier Plex! Yeti versus Mason, or Rudolph, or whoever holds the belt — that’s box office gold!”
(Vlad smirks victoriously.)
Vlad: “Then we have an accord.”
(He gives a slow, predatory bow and glides out of the room, cape trailing like a shadow. The door closes softly behind him.)
Aftermath
Ms. Sweetins (furious): “You just handed the Dark Dominion our main event, Scrooge!”
Bell (sternly): “You’ve empowered a viper, and when he bites, it’ll be your reputation that bleeds.”
Scrooge (shrugging with a sly grin): “My reputation is already rich, gentlemen. And besides — chaos… sells.”
(Camera pans out on the tense trio, Scrooge smirking as the others exchange uneasy looks. The lights in the Commissioner’s Box flicker slightly, as if the chill of Vlad’s presence still lingers.)
Johnny: “We’re back live at Scrooge’s Glacier Plex, and what a tag-team showcase this is shaping up to be! The Beasts, the newly re-crowned NPCW Tag Team Champions, stepping into the ring against the Reindeer Coalition’s powerhouse pair — Blitzen and Donner!”
Eddie: “You said it, Johnny! The Beasts are back, baby! They’ve got the gold, they’ve got Polly Mason, and they’ve got Marcus the Beastmaster making sure the primal power is unleashed! Meanwhile, Donner and Blitzen? Please. They should’ve stayed in Santa’s sleigh polishing Rudolph’s nose.”
Johnny: “Eddie, give credit where it’s due — the Reindeer Coalition are no pushovers. Blitzen and Donner have been tag-team machines this season, and they’ve got that trademark aerial speed. This is a huge test for both sides.”
Eddie: “Sure, sure. But let’s be real — the Beasts have the strength advantage, the mind games, and the experience of champions. Donner and Blitzen are just the warm-up act before Convergence next week!”
Match Highlights
The bell rings and the energy is electric. Blitzen opens fast but Beast 1 bulldozes through him with a massive headbutt that echoes through the Glacier Plex. Donner tags in, hits a crisp shooting-star press, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Johnny: “Donner showing that agility — that’s why they call him the spark of the Coalition!”
Eddie: “He’ll need more than spark when he’s staring into the eyes of a monster, Johnny!”
The Beasts rotate tags flawlessly, double-teaming with crushing suplexes and spinebusters, cutting the ring in half. Polly Mason distracts the referee with a sly wink and a bit of poetic misdirection, giving Beast 2 a chance to drill Blitzen with a brutal bodyslam.
Johnny: “Come on, Abe! That’s a clear distraction!”
Eddie: “Distraction? That’s poetry in motion! Polly’s out here doing her part for tag-team excellence!”
As the minutes stretch, Blitzen rallies with his Reindeer One-Two combo — double punch followed by a running headbutt — bringing the crowd to life. Donner tags in, clearing house with shoulder tackles and an incredible sit-out powerbomb!
Johnny: “The Coalition are rolling! The Beasts look shaken!”
Eddie: “Nah, they’re just letting the reindeer tire themselves out before dinner!”
The Beasts recover, hammering Donner with back-to-back suplexes and a face-slam. Marcus the Beastmaster pounds the mat, hyping his monsters up as Polly claps rhythmically from ringside. The crowd duels with chants —
“BEASTS!” vs. “COALITION!”
The Reindeer make one last surge, Blitzen soaring with a shooting-star press, nearly getting the three-count, but Beast 1 powers out. Both sides tag, exhaustion setting in. They go another five grueling minutes until “Honest” Abe finally calls for the bell — the thirty-minute time limit has expired.
TIME LIMIT DRAW – THE BEASTS AND THE REINDEER COALITION BATTLE TO A STALEMATE AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK.
Post-Match Aftermath
Both teams catch their breath as the crowd gives them a standing ovation for the marathon bout. Polly and Marcus help the Beasts to their feet, each side glaring across the ring with mutual respect — and rivalry.
Then suddenly… the lights dim.
Deep, thunderous Samoan drums begin to echo through the Glacier Plex. On the big screen, the words “NEW SAMOAN BLOODLINE” blaze in red.
Video Promo: The New Samoan Bloodline
The screen fills with an aerial shot of the volcanic isles of Samoa, waves crashing against black rock. Two towering figures — Tumu Vaega and Raku the Samoan Stomper — step out of the jungle, faces painted in tribal war marks, holding wooden clubs carved with shark teeth.
Tumu Vaega (booming voice): “The Beasts think they rule the jungle of the North… but they have never faced the fire of the islands!”
Raku the Samoan Stomper: “In Samoa, we do not hunt trophies… we hunt legends! Next week at Convergence, the power of our ancestors will crush your so-called beasts beneath our feet!”
The camera cuts to them stalking through dense forest, hunting wild boars with bare hands, dragging one across a burning pit. They raise their arms to the sky as drums thunder faster and faster.
Tumu Vaega (grinning): “Prepare yourselves, champions. The hunt begins at Convergence — and the Bloodline… always feasts!”
Johnny: “Oh my word! The Samoan Bloodline are declaring war on the Beasts!”
Eddie: “Now that’s how you make an entrance, Johnny! Forget the Reindeer — the Samoans are here to eat!”
Johnny: “The Beasts versus the Bloodline — that’s going to be an absolute war next week at Convergence!”
(Camera fades to commercial as the echo of the Samoan drums fills Scrooge’s Glacier Plex.)
Johnny: “Here we go, folks — the war between NPCW and the HCW’s Dark Dominion spills right into Scrooge’s Glacier Plex! Santa Claus himself leading the charge alongside Hansel and Krampus, and on the other side, the monstrous Yeti, Terrorfang, and the eerie Morningstar!”
Eddie: “Yeah, the Dominion’s here to send a message, Johnny! And honestly, I hope they send Santa right back up the chimney! Look at that lineup — Yeti’s a walking glacier, Terrorfang’s a beast, and Morningstar’s practically darkness in motion! These NPCW do-gooders are in deep snow trouble!”
Johnny: “Oh, give me a break, Eddie! Santa and Hansel are fighting for the honor of NPCW tonight, and the Glacier Plex crowd is electric! Listen to this place!”
Crowd: “SANTA! SANTA! NPCW! NPCW!”
The bell rings — Hansel and Terrorfang start things off, circling like predators. The two lock up, exchanging power moves. Hansel plants a spine crusher, but Terrorfang retaliates with a stiff short-arm clothesline that nearly decapitates him.
Johnny: “Big impact early from both men! You can feel the intensity — this is not a friendly inter-promotional exhibition!”
Eddie: “Oh, please, Johnny! Terrorfang’s just playing with his food! Look at Vlad smiling ringside — that’s a man who knows his army’s about to win!”
Hansel battles back with relentless offense — a front facelock, followed by another spine crusher, but the Dominion’s teamwork quickly becomes apparent. Terrorfang tags in Yeti, and soon all three Dominion members swarm Hansel with vicious double-teaming under Vlad’s approving gaze.
Johnny: “Come on, ref! That’s a three-on-one mauling! Honest Abe’s gotta get control!”
Eddie: “He’s being honest, Johnny — honestly smart enough not to get in the middle of the Dominion!”
The arena shakes as Yeti lets out an Abominable Growl, followed by Morningstar diving in with a corkscrew elbow drop! Hansel somehow scrambles to his corner and tags in Santa Claus, and the Glacier Plex comes unglued!
Johnny: “The North Pole Hero is in the ring! Santa Claus is here to deliver a little holiday justice!”
Eddie: “Justice? He’s about to get put on the naughty list permanently!”
Santa comes in swinging — big right hands to Morningstar, then Terrorfang! He even stuns the Yeti with a throw-out-of-ring maneuver, sending the giant staggering into the barricade! The crowd explodes in cheers, chanting “HO-HO-HO!”
But just as the momentum builds… Count Vlad raises his hand. Morningstar pauses mid-ring, locking eyes with his master. Slowly, one by one, the Dominion step back — Yeti and Terrorfang drop from the apron, and Feral hisses as they begin retreating up the ramp.
Johnny: “Wait—what’s going on here? The Dark Dominion’s leaving?!”
Eddie: “Ha! They’ve already proven their point! Vlad doesn’t waste time on second-rate do-gooders — he’s playing the long game, Johnny!”
Vlad smirks, his cane tapping the ramp as he orders the retreat. In the ring, Santa and Hansel stand dumbfounded as Honest Abe counts.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!
Johnny: “That’s it! Count-out victory for NPCW!”
HANSEL, SANTA CLAUS, AND KRAMPUS DEFEAT HELL’S FANG THE MORNINGSTAR, YETI, AND WILBUR ‘TERRORFANG’ TOWNSEND VIA COUNT-OUT AT THE 6-MINUTE MARK.
Post-Match Chaos
But before the celebration can even begin — the ramp erupts in chaos! Jax Brenner bursts through the curtain, swinging fists like a madman, charging straight at Yeti! The two monsters collide in a brawl of pure fury, echoing through the Glacier Plex!
Johnny: “It’s the Wildman! The Alaskan Wildman Jax Brenner is here — and he’s after Yeti!”
Eddie: “Oh no! This isn’t a match — this is a demolition derby! Somebody get security out here!”
Yeti and Jax trade massive blows while Terrorfang and Morningstar rush in to attack Jax from behind. Santa and Hansel sprint from the ring to even the odds, hammering the Dominion members as the crowd goes wild.
Krampus stands silently on the apron, arms folded. Grinch Heyman shouts from ringside, “Don’t do it, Krampus — this isn’t our fight!” Krampus looks down at him, smirks, and then… steps off the apron. He walks up the ramp, passing by the melee without so much as a glance back.
Johnny: “Wait — Krampus is leaving! He’s walking out on his team!”
Eddie: “Smart move! Let the mortals kill each other — Krampus has bigger things to worry about!”
As the camera pans back, Santa takes a clubbing blow from Terrorfang but still stands tall beside Hansel and Jax, fending off the Dominion chaos. Security floods the area, separating the factions.
Count Vlad, from the stage, watches with a satisfied grin.
Johnny: “The battle lines for Convergence are drawn, Eddie! NPCW versus the Dark Dominion — this war’s just getting started!”
Eddie: “And I can’t wait, Johnny — because next week, somebody’s getting buried in the snow!”
(Camera fades on the image of Santa and Jax standing side by side, bloodied but unbroken, as the Dominion retreats into the shadows.)
LILITH’S VENOM
The camera fades in on a backstage hallway adorned with icy blue lighting and the faint hum of the live crowd beyond. The Queen of the North Championship glistens under the studio lights as the camera pans to Lilith, dressed in a black and crimson corset robe trimmed with frost-like lace, her crown resting proudly atop her raven hair. Beside her looms the hulking form of Abaddon the Destroyer, arms crossed, eyes like burning coals.
But the tone is tense — before Smooth Samantha can approach, she catches the tail end of an argument between Lilith and Grinch Heyman.
Lilith (furious, voice sharp as broken glass): “I told you, Grinch — helping Santa was a mistake! I don’t trust him, and I trust you even less lately. Don’t think for a second I don’t see the game you’re playing.”
Grinch Heyman (grinning slyly, adjusting his scarf): “My dear Lilith, you wound me. You may be the Queen of the North, but I’m the king of opportunity. Trust me — I have a plan. Just focus on what you do best: dominating. Tonight, leave the thinking to me.”
Lilith (icily): “Careful, Grinch. Queens don’t take kindly to pawns who think they’re players.”
Heyman gives a knowing smirk, clearly amused by her defiance, then turns and strolls away — his laughter echoing faintly down the corridor. Abaddon glances after him, then back to Lilith, who exhales through clenched teeth.
Smooth Samantha (stepping in, professional but cautious): “Lilith, I know that wasn’t the calmest of moments, but first, congratulations — you’re once again the Queen of the North Champion! How does it feel to reclaim your throne?”
Lilith (turning slowly toward her, tone dripping with dark pride): “How does it feel? It feels exactly as it should — inevitable. The crown belongs to me, Samantha. The icy throne bends to my will. Last week, I didn’t just win a match — I reasserted dominance over a division that had started to forget its Queen. Consider this a royal reminder.”
Samantha nods, maintaining composure as the crowd’s cheers faintly echo from the arena.
Smooth Samantha: “Tonight, you’ll be in a non-title triple threat match against the former champion, Moonshadow, and HCW’s Luciana Albano. That’s quite the challenge — two dangerous women with very different styles. How are you preparing for that?”
Lilith smirks, brushing her hand across her championship belt.
Lilith (with venomous confidence): “Challenge? Samantha, I am the challenge. Moonshadow had her moment in the moonlight, but I dragged her out of the sky and clipped her pretty little wings. She’s been exposed — a pup pretending to run with wolves. And as for this Luciana Albano—” (she scoffs) “—HCW can send whoever they want, but they’re not ready for me. NPCW’s women built this kingdom on frost and fire. Luciana’s about to find out that when you step into my North, you don’t just lose — you freeze.”
Abaddon growls lowly beside her, a menacing rumble that causes Samantha to step subtly back.
Lilith (leaning closer to camera, voice cold and regal): “Moonshadow… Luciana… tonight, I’ll make examples of both of you. The Queen doesn’t share her throne — she buries those who try to take it.”
Smooth Samantha hesitates for a moment, clearly unnerved but maintaining her professionalism.
Smooth Samantha: “Strong words from the Queen of the North Champion — Lilith is clearly ready to defend her reign and send a message to both NPCW and HCW. Back to you, Johnny and Eddie.”
Lilith smirks as the camera pans upward, framing her crown gleaming under the frosted blue light — Abaddon standing behind her like a shadow of doom.
Lilith (under her breath as it fades): “Long live the Queen.”
(Camera cuts back to commentary desk.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels (excitedly): “Wow! Lilith is all fire and frost tonight! That’s the most dangerous we’ve seen the Queen of the North in months — she’s laser-focused heading into that triple-threat main event!”
Eddie Ellington (smirking): “Oh, she’s more than focused, Johnny — she’s flawless. That’s royalty right there! Did you see that confidence? Did you hear those words? I’d kneel too if she told me to. Moonshadow and Luciana might as well save us all the time and just bow before the Queen!”
Johnny: “Eddie, I think you’re conveniently forgetting that Moonshadow has taken Lilith to the limit before — and Luciana Albano’s been running through competition in HCW! This could be one of the toughest nights of Lilith’s reign yet.”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny, Lilith could wrestle blindfolded with one hand tied behind her crown and still win. The only thing Moonshadow’s bringing to the ring tonight is disappointment — and maybe a fresh loss for the scrapbook.”
Johnny (chuckling, shaking his head): “Well, folks, whether you love her or can’t stand her, there’s no denying the Queen of the North has her eyes on domination tonight — and that triple threat main event is coming up later right here on Polar Power!”
Eddie (leaning in): “Long live the Queen, Johnny — long live the Queen.”
Johnny: “We’ll be right back after this!”
(Camera fades to commercial as the NPCW logo glows across the screen, icy blue lights pulsing to the beat of Lilith’s theme music.)
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Fans, it’s time for our main event! The Queen of the North herself, Lilith, steps into the ring to face not just one, but two incredible challengers — her longtime rival Moonshadow, and HCW’s own Luciana Albano, accompanied by Pierre Boulay! Non-title tonight, but you know every one of these women wants to make a statement heading into Convergence!”
Eddie Ellington: “Oh, no doubt, Johnny. But let’s be honest — there’s only one statement that matters, and that’s the reign of Lilith. Look at her — grace, poise, danger, and a manager who actually knows how to win. Grinch Heyman is already a genius, and Lilith is his masterpiece!”
Johnny: “You might want to hold that thought, Eddie, because Moonshadow and Luciana are not backing down! Listen to this crowd — they’re on their feet for this clash of kingdoms!”
[Bell Rings]
Johnny: “And here we go! Lilith starts off locking horns with Moonshadow — wait! Luciana joins in — we’ve got a temporary alliance! Double-team on the Queen!”
Eddie: “What?! That’s not fair! That’s two-on-one! Someone call the fairness police — or at least the fashion police, because those two look like they shop at the clearance rack compared to the Queen!”
Johnny: “Luciana and Moonshadow working together with a double slam — Lilith rolls out to the apron to regroup! Smart move there, but the challengers are exchanging glances — that alliance might not last long!”
Eddie: “Never does, Johnny! It’s like two peas in a pod — until one eats the other.”
Johnny: “Luciana with a thunderous suplex on Moonshadow! She’s looking sharp tonight, showing that HCW power! But here comes Lilith, springboarding back in with a flying headscissors — takes Luciana down hard!”
Eddie: “That’s why she’s the Queen! Precision, balance, and a killer instinct! You can’t teach that — you’re either born with it, or you’re not.”
Johnny: “Lilith locking in the Infernal Embrace! She’s trying to squeeze the air right out of Luciana — but Moonshadow with a running dropkick breaks it up! What a collision!”
Eddie: “Oh come on, Moonshadow — learn your place! You don’t interrupt royalty mid-execution!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow now in control — connects with a flying knee! She’s got both opponents dazed — and the crowd loves it! Moonshadow climbing the top rope — she flies—OH! Luciana just caught her mid-air with that Riptide Pumphandle Bomb!”
Eddie: “Did you see that?! I think she bent Moonshadow in half! That’s the one thing I’ll give Luciana — she may be from HCW, but she hits like she wants to buy NPCW.”
Johnny: “And here’s the pin! One… two—Lilith breaks it up! The Queen just saved her own skin and the title’s reputation!”
Eddie: “She’s not saving anything — she’s proving dominance! Every woman in that ring should be grateful to be in there with her!”
Johnny: “Lilith whips Luciana to the corner — running big boot! Now she turns to Moonshadow — another boot! The Queen of the North is clearing house!”
Eddie: “All hail the Queen! She’s cleaning up like she owns the ring — because, Johnny, she does!”
Johnny: “Lilith hooks Moonshadow — Abyssal Slam! What impact! She’s going for the pin — wait! Luciana breaks it up with a dropkick to the side of the head!”
Eddie: “These two ingrates! Can’t they just admit Lilith is untouchable?”
Johnny: “Twenty-five minutes in, and all three women are exhausted but still fighting tooth and nail! Luciana tries for another Riptide Bomb — Lilith counters with a headscissors! Moonshadow’s back in — Lunar Lariat!”
Eddie: “This is chaos! This is a beauty pageant gone bad, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow and Lilith trading blows — wait a second! They’re teaming up again — double suplex to Luciana Albano! The HCW star crashes hard into the mat!”
Eddie: “Double-teaming her?! That’s called diplomacy, Johnny. Lilith’s just making alliances… until she ends them, like a true ruler.”
Johnny: “And there’s the bell — thirty minutes gone, and Honest Abe calls it! Time’s expired! This one ends in a draw!”
Eddie: “What?! A draw? You can’t end a Queen’s performance in a draw! Someone needs to rewrite the rulebook!”
Johnny: “All three competitors gave it everything they had! And look at this — Lilith holding her Queen of the North Championship high in the air, mocking her rivals! Moonshadow glaring from one side, Luciana clutching her ribs from the other — what an image to end Polar Power tonight!”
Eddie: “That’s not an image, Johnny — that’s power. That’s supremacy. That’s the Queen of the North, and everyone else just lives in her shadow.”
LILITH VS MOONSHADOW VS LUCIANA ALBANO ENDS IN A TIME-LIMIT DRAW AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK.
Johnny (as the camera pans up the Glacier Plex crowd): “Fans, what a night it’s been! Rivalries are boiling, alliances are cracking, and we are just one week away from Convergence! For Eddie Ellington, I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels saying goodnight from Scrooge’s Glacier Plex — and don’t forget: the road to Convergence just got colder than ever!”
Excellent show
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