Aired - November 22, 2025
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 …
CONVERGENCE WEEKEND RECAP
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Ladies and gentlemen, Convergence has come and gone — and what a weekend it was! Two nights, twenty matches, two worlds colliding under the brightest lights the North and South have ever seen!”
Eddie Ellington: “Johnny, that wasn’t just a supercard — that was a full-scale WRESTLING COUP! Betrayals, upsets, demons, reindeer getting chopped in half — and about seven thousand infractions from Count Vlad alone!”
CONVERGENCE NIGHT 1
Match 1 — Veronica Flame def Gretel
Eddie: “Fairytale gets torched! Veronica Flame roasted Gretel thanks to Julian Furnace’s ‘vision correction.’”
Match 2 — Robin Hood def Mr. X
Eddie: “Robin Hood stole the W with Dave Kent’s LOADED mask doing most of the robbery!”
Match 3 — Queen of the North Champion Lilith def Challenger Luciana Albano
Eddie: “Lilith retains because Heyman’s cellphone has better aim than Luciana’s whole offense!”
Match 4 — Challenger Rich Athlete def Northern Lights Champion Sandman
Eddie: “Money beats melatonin! NEW champ!”
Match 5 — Dominion Vixens and Wicked Witch def the Bombshells
Eddie: “Selena Blackfang made Goldie Locks tap out faster than Scrooge raises prices.”
Match 6 — Moonshadow def Feral
Eddie: “Moonshadow tamed the family pet — Dominion looking dysfunctional!”
Match 7 — The Beasts vs New Samoan Bloodline
Eddie: “The Beasts flattened them like tourist pancakes.”
Match 8 — NPCW North Pole Champion Mean Jack Mason def Zack “Commando” Brown
Eddie: “Special elbow pad therapy! Mason wins.”
Match 9 — Krampus def Terrorfang
Eddie: “Krampus squashed him like expired fruitcake.”
MAIN EVENT — Yeti & Big Bad Wolf def Santa Claus & Jax Brenner
Eddie: “Jax goes feral, Santa gets pinned, HCW takes the big one — you’re welcome!”
CONVERGENCE NIGHT 2
Match 1 — Hans Trapp wins the Convergence Cup Battle Royal
Eddie: “He tossed Frankenstein’s Monster like a wet log. Cup, cash, contract — the man looted the South!”
Match 2 — Abaddon def Owen “Orange Fury” Zestwell
Eddie: “Two-on-one mugging courtesy of Lilith’s homemade goth mist. Abaddon steals it.”
Match 3 — Negropolis def Nico Burnett
Eddie: “Groove Digger appears like a metal cryptid, smashes a guitar over Julian Furnace, powerbombs Nico through a table, Negropolis wins, Flippers screams justice. Perfect wrestling.”
Match 4 — HCW World Tag Team Champions The Nightstalkers def the Merry Band
Eddie: “The Merry Band came to sing. Dominion came to maim. Easy math.”
Match 5 — Maid Marion def Ashley Summers
Eddie: “Summers threw a tantrum worthy of a toddler at Target. Marion rolled her up clean!”
Match 6 — Morningstar def Hansel
Eddie: “Hansel fought like a hero. Vlad fought dirty. Morningstar wins. Dominion tax write-off.”
Match 7 — HCW World Champion Jack “Timber Fang” Lumber def Challenger Rudolph to retain (Best 2 of 3 Falls Title Match)
RESULT: Jack Lumber wins 2–0
Eddie: “Two falls to ZERO. That wasn’t a lumberjack match — that was a REINDEER MASSACRE.”
Match 8 — Mirror Saints & Ashen Vicar def Fangs of Despair and Azrael
Eddie: “Holy light beats vampire spite! Vicar pins Azrael. Vlad recalculates vengeance.”
Match 9 — Challenger Van HelsiHCW Television Champion Beastfang to capture title
Eddie: “Van Helsing slays the beast! NEW champion — and Vlad did NOT appreciate the plot twist.”
MAIN EVENT — Dark Dominion’s Mina Harker and Korbi Kong with Grizelda defeat the Sisters of the Hood
Eddie: “Perfect Dominion ending! Korbi squeezes Scarlett out cold while Vlad conducts the beatdown orchestra!”
Johnny: “It was chaos! It was vicious! And the Dominion stand tall to close Night 2!”
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Ladies and gentlemen, after crunching the final numbers from Convergence, here’s the truth of the weekend. NPCW finishes with 10 wins and 8 losses, including two title victories — but they went zero for two in the main events.”
Eddie Ellington: “Oh sure, Johnny — they racked up wins the way Scrooge racks up coupons, but when the lights went bright? They whiffed both main events like a couple of rookies. Momentum? Gone!”
Johnny: “And then there’s the Dark Dominion — 8 wins, 6 losses, one championship defended, and undefeated in the headline matches. Two nights, two main event victories.”
Eddie: “Exactly! Dominion didn’t just win, Johnny — they OWNED prime time! They don’t need quantity — they take QUALITY. That’s power wrestling, baby!”
Johnny: “Meanwhile, the rest of HCW — the non–Dominion roster — went 2 wins and 8 losses on their own. But they did grab one huge moment: The Rich Athlete, representing HCW, captured the NPCW Northern Lights Championship on Night 1.”
Eddie: “There you go! HCW’s good where it matters — getting PAID and getting GOLD! Rich Athlete brings home a belt, Dominion brings home the main events… and NPCW brings home… well… moral victories?”
Johnny: “So the story is clear: NPCW won the most matches overall, but the Dark Dominion controlled the biggest moments, controlled the chaos, and controlled the weekend.”
Eddie: “Exactly, Johnny! NPCW may have won the scoreboard — but the Dominion and HCW walked out with the power and the prizes. And THAT is what stings the North more than any loss!”
CROWD AND WELCOMING
The Polar Power opening montage fades out as the roar of the crowd takes over the freshly refurbished North Pole Arena, now gleaming with new blue-and-white LED banners and holographic snowflakes swirling above the ring. The fans are electric — this is the first Polar Power broadcast back in the home arena after the Glacier Plex debut.
The cameras pan across the stands, catching hundreds of signs and shirts:
“MONEY NEVER MELTS – RICH ATHLETE RULES!” (fans in gold tracksuits throwing fake $100 bills)
“RUDOLPH SHINES BRIGHTER THAN EVER!” (with blinking red lights taped to their noses)
“HUNT THE DARKNESS – VAN HELSING FOREVER!”
“LONG LIVE THE QUEEN – LILITH REIGNS SUPREME!”
“CLAUS CREW 4 LIFE – MRS. CLAUS & PEARL POWER!” (with glitter and candy canes taped to the border)
Crowd chants alternate between “N-P-C-DUB!” and “LET IT SNOW!” as pyro bursts across the stage — shimmering flakes of silver and ice-blue explode upward in a sparkling wall of light.
At Ringside – The Announce Desk
The camera cuts to the announce desk, set at the edge of the arena floor with frosted plexiglass panels etched with snowflakes.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Welcome, everyone, to Polar Power! We are live from the historic North Pole Arena, and what a night we have ahead! I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels, joined as always by The Expert of Elocution, Eddie Ellington — and Eddie, we are coming off one of the wildest weekends in NPCW history!”
Eddie Ellington (grinning): “You can say that again, Johnny! Convergence was a weekend of chaos, controversy, and cold-blooded competition! We saw alliances shatter, new rivalries born, and a few egos left in the snow! And now, we’re right back home where it all began — and I, for one, plan to enjoy every second of it!”
Discussion – Convergence Fallout
Johnny: “Let’s talk about it — Convergence Supercard rocked both NPCW and HCW fans across the globe! Yeti and Big Bad Wolf came out strong for the Dominion, Santa and Jax Brenner held their own, and Lilith proved once again why she’s one of the most dominant women in the game! But, Eddie — there’s one man everyone’s still talking about…”
Eddie: “You mean the man who can’t stop cash and can’t stop class — Rich Athlete! The golden boy himself is here tonight in the North Pole Arena! And you know he’s got something to say after what happened at Convergence.”
Johnny: “Rich Athlete’s arrogance is matched only by his talent — but tonight, he’ll have to back it up live, right here on Polar Power!”
Preview – Tonight’s Main Event
Johnny: “And folks, our main event is massive — NPCW North Pole Champion Mean Jack Mason defends his title against Robin Hood! It’s old-school brawler versus outlaw vigilante, and the stakes couldn’t be higher!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah — Robin Hood’s fast, charming, and has all those little tricks. But Mean Jack Mason? He’s meaner than a snowstorm in Siberia. I say Robin’s going down faster than a sleigh on black ice!”
Tonight’s Match Rundown
Johnny: “And it’s not just the main event — take a look at this lineup!”
Negropolis vs The Huntsman – “An intense clash of primal instincts and cold precision.”
Eddie: “Oh great, Negropolis again. I hope The Huntsman puts that overgrown sewer animal back in whatever cave he crawled out of! The only thing Negropolis is crushing tonight is the air quality!”Rudolph vs Jack Frost – “A rivalry rekindled since Frost betrayed the North last winter.”
Eddie: “Jack Frost’s going to turn that shiny nose into an icicle trophy!”Crimson Viper & Dark Duchess vs Beauty & the Beast – “An explosive women’s tag encounter!”
Eddie: “Viper and Duchess are elegance and evil — Beauty and the Beast are just a fairytale gone wrong.”La Bruja Muerte vs Mother Earth – “Two forces of nature collide — witchcraft vs. creation.”
Eddie: “Mother Earth better bring miracle grow — ‘cause she’s gonna need to regrow her face after this one!”Monsters of Myth vs Mrs. Claus & Pearl (The Tooth Fairy) – “The holiday heroes return!”
Eddie: “Oh wonderful, Mrs. Claus and her dental assistant — maybe they’ll clean the monsters’ teeth after the beating they take.”Van Helsing vs Big Bad Wolf – “A rematch born of blood — the Hunter versus the Howler!”
Eddie: “I love the Wolf, Johnny. He’s got style, attitude, and the hair for showbiz. Helsing? He’s one wooden stake away from retirement.”Kris Kringle vs Abaddon – “A clash of ancient power — the legend meets the demon!”
Eddie: “Kris Kringle should’ve stayed in retirement. Abaddon’s gonna gift-wrap him in flames.”MAIN EVENT: North Pole Title – Mean Jack Mason (c) vs Robin Hood
Johnny: “Two men who define opposite ends of NPCW’s spirit — the ruthless champion and the defiant rebel.”
Eddie: “Mean Jack’s going to hang Robin by his own bowstring, Johnny! And I can’t wait to see it!”
Closing of the Segment
Johnny: “Fans, the North Pole Arena is rocking, the snow’s falling, and the stage is set — welcome home to NPCW! It’s time for Polar Power!”
Eddie: “And remember, Johnny — at the North Pole, it’s not about who’s nice… it’s about who’s naughty enough to win!”
(Camera zooms out as pyro erupts and the crowd chants “N-P-C-DUB!” before cutting to the next segment.)
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The shot transitions from the roaring crowd to the opulent, warm-lit interior of the NPCW Commissioner’s Box — a stark contrast to the icy North Pole atmosphere outside. Holiday garlands line the mantle, a crackling faux fireplace glows beneath a giant NPCW crest, and atop the mahogany desk sits a crystal snow globe etched with “Nightmare at the North Pole.”
Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits proudly behind his desk — for once not weary, not stressed, but actually smiling. He looks invigorated, energized by the success of the Convergence Supercard.
To his right stands Special Advisor Ebeneezer Scrooge, nearly vibrating with excitement, hands rubbing together like a gremlin who just discovered a bank vault door left open.
To Cratchit’s left, seated with grace and poise, is Ms. Sweetins, Executive GM of the Women’s Division, keeping a dignified calm amid the eccentricity of her companions.
CRATCHIT: “Good evening, NPCW Universe! On behalf of the entire North Pole Championship Wrestling organization, I want to thank each and every one of you. Thanks to your support, last weekend’s two-night CONVERGENCE Supercard was a massive success — one of the biggest in company history!”
SCROOGE (loud grumble, waving a hand): “Yes, yes, yes — but imagine how much BIGGER it would have been if both nights had been held at my glorious, magnificent Glacier Plex! Hmph. Some people have no sense for profit margins…”
Ms. Sweetins subtly rolls her eyes.
CRATCHIT (pressing on): “As I was saying… Convergence is behind us — and that means one thing: we are officially on the road to—”
SCROOGE (jumping in with a wide grin): “—A TWO-NIGHT bonanza at the Glacier Plex! Nightmare at the North Pole will take place on December 20th and December 21st — and the revenue projections are positively delicious! Why, I—”
CRATCHIT (quickly reclaiming the mic): “That’s correct. Two nights. Eight matches per night. Sixteen total bouts. A double-dose of holiday mayhem, championship drama, and NPCW spectacle the likes of which NO ONE has ever seen!
And over the next several weeks, right here on Polar Power, NPCW superstars will be competing for their chance to secure a match on that historic card.”
Ms. Sweetins nods happily, already mentally scheduling brackets.
CRATCHIT (CONT'D): “Now — on to current developments. As you all know, we have a new Northern Lights Champion… HCW’s very own Rich Athlete. And with that comes opportunity.”
Scrooge beams like someone who just invested in gold bars five minutes before the market skyrocketed.
CRATCHIT: “Tonight, Van Helsing faces Big Bad Wolf in a Number One Contender’s Match!
The winner will meet former Northern Lights Champion Sandman on December 6th — and THAT match will officially determine the rightful No. 1 Contender!”
Scrooge leans toward the camera with twinkling eyes.
SCROOGE: “And on NIGHT ONE of Nightmare at the North Pole… Rich Athlete will defend the Northern Lights Championship in a Best Two-Out-Of-Three Falls Match! Ohhh, the ticket sales… the sponsorships… the merch possibilities… I can hear the cash registers singing already!”
Cratchit sighs but stays composed.
CRATCHIT: “More match announcements are coming soon — so stay tuned, stay excited, and welcome to the beginning of the biggest December in NPCW history!”
CRATCHIT (lifting a second clipboard, tone shifting to “official business”): “Before we move on… there is one more major announcement we need to address.”
Scrooge (instantly suspicious): “Ohhh this ought to be good… probably something that costs me money...”
CRATCHIT: “As many of you are aware, during HCW’s House of Horrors event, Yeti won a Title Contract — allowing him to challenge for any championship in either federation.”
The crowd murmurs.
“And yes… he chose an NPCW championship. Specifically… the North Pole Title.”
Scrooge (folding his arms, grumbling): “Hmph! Probably because our titles are worth more prestige — and more PRO-FITS.”
CRATCHIT (talking over him): “NPCW will honor that decision. If Yeti retains his contract until Nightmare at the North Pole… he WILL get his North Pole Title Match. That is official.”
The fans erupt as the camera briefly catches the shocked reactions of Johnny & Eddie at the desk.
CRATCHIT (continuing): “However—since Yeti chose a NPCW championship, HCW’s Chairman Donnie B has extended a return courtesy. He has offered a title shot to an NPCW wrestler… for one of his HCW championships.”
Scrooge (snorts loudly): “Oh please. Probably some nobody winning a raffle backstage.”
CRATCHIT (ignoring him): “Based on inter-promotional analytics, cross-brand performance, and fan engagement metrics… JASPER FANG has been selected as NPCW’s representative.”
The crowd pops huge.
CRATCHIT: “And TOMORROW NIGHT on HCW television… Jasper Fang will receive an official HCW Television Championship Match!”
Scrooge (throwing up his hands): “Well isn’t THAT just wonderful — our talent risking life and limb on someone else’s show!” muttering “At least I’m not paying for the medical bills this time…”
CRATCHIT (smiling tightly): “This is a new era of cross-promotional opportunity — and a chance for an NPCW star to bring home more gold.”
Ms. Sweetins (leaning forward, impressed): “And I’ve spoken with Jasper. He’s ready. And he’s hungry.”
CRATCHIT (concluding): “So — to Yeti’s challenge, to Jasper’s opportunity, and to an unforgettable December ahead… NPCW stands ready.”
The segment ends with the NPCW logo shimmering over falling snowflakes.
CUT BACK TO ANNOUNCE DESK — JOHNNY & EDDIE REACT
JOHNNY: “Folks, what a HUGE set of announcements from Commissioner Cratchit! Sixteen matches! Two nights! Best two-out-of-three for the Northern Lights Title — Nightmare at the North Pole is shaping up to be massive!’’
EDDIE: “Oh please, Johnny — let’s not pretend this isn’t the greatest business decision of all time! Two nights at the Glacier Plex? Scrooge should get a medal!
And don’t forget — RICH ATHLETE is in a title match! The man’s money, talent, class — unmatched! Unmatched!”
JOHNNY: “Eddie… you do realize the number one contender still has to be decided, right?”
EDDIE: “Sure, sure — but it doesn’t matter who it is! Van Helsing? Big Bad Wolf? Sandman? They can line ’em up and Rich Athlete will knock ’em down! You can’t stop class… and you can’t stop CASH!”
JOHNNY (wide-eyed, animated): “And fans… WHAT an announcement we just heard about the cross promotion titles! Yeti officially getting a North Pole Title shot at Nightmare at the North Pole, and now Jasper Fang — JASPER FANG — heading into HCW tomorrow night for a Television Title match!”
EDDIE (leaning back smugly): “Oh yeah, Johnny, great idea. Send one of our guys into their house. Nothing bad ever happens when you walk into HCW alone! Why not just paint a big bullseye on his chest that says ‘Kick Me, I’m From NPCW!’”
JOHNNY: “Come on now, Eddie — Jasper Fang has been on a tear. He’s earned this shot! That young man could bring NPCW some gold from HCW!”
EDDIE: “Jasper Fang? Please! HCW’s bruisers are going to turn him into a chew toy! He’ll get lost five minutes after walking backstage — they’ll have to send a wolfpack and a GPS to find him!”
JOHNNY (shaking his head): “Be that as it may, this is a major opportunity for Jasper, a major moment for NPCW, and it shows the importance of this cross-brand era.”
EDDIE: “It shows the importance of signing better insurance policies… because HCW doesn’t play softball, Johnny! They play barbed wire dodgeball! I hope Jasper brings a doctor, a lawyer, and a priest!”
JOHNNY (laughing despite himself): “Well fans, whether Eddie believes in him or not, Jasper Fang will be representing NPCW tomorrow night with a chance to walk out as HCW TV Champion! What a weekend this is shaping up to be!”
EDDIE: “Sure, Johnny. And hey — if he DOES win the belt? I’ll give him credit… and then immediately remind him that Mean Jack Mason would still tear him apart!”
JOHNNY: “Well, folks, it’s going to be an incredible road to Nightmare at the North Pole — and it all continues TONIGHT. Let’s get back to the action!”
JOHNNY: “WELCOME BACK to Polar Power, ladies and gentlemen! We’re kicking things off with a match steeped in tension — The Obsidian Covenant’s own Negropolis stepping into the ring against the ice-cold enforcer of the Queens of Despair… The Huntsman!”
EDDIE:“Johnny, let’s not sugarcoat it — Negropolis is about to get skinned. The Huntsman tracks monsters for a living! Meanwhile Negropolis is out here playing dress-up with penguins and priests!”
JOHNNY: “Oh come on, Eddie! Father MacDougal and Flippers are here for moral support!”
EDDIE: “Moral support? One’s holding a Bible and the other’s holding a snowcone. I don’t think Negropolis is walking out of this one…”
1st Minute
Negropolis surprises Huntsman with a HURRICANRANA, flipping him clean over!
JOHNNY: “What agility from Negropolis! The Covenant’s high-flyer showing he can hang with the bigger man!”
EDDIE: “Sure, great — he flipped him once. Huntsman eats guys like this for breakfast. High-protein!”
Huntsman retaliates with a Body Slam, shaking the canvas.
2nd Minute
Huntsman hooks in the Neutralizer, wrenching Negropolis down.
EDDIE: “THAT’S what I’m talking about! You see this? You can’t flip your way out of a broken spine!”
3rd & 4th Minutes
Both men trade blows — Negropolis firing off stiff Thrust Kicks, Huntsman answering back with crushing grapples and a picture-perfect Ace Crusher.
JOHNNY: “Huntsman is absorbing everything Negropolis throws — but Negropolis refuses to stop attacking!”
EDDIE: “He should stop, Johnny. For his own good!”
5th Minute
Negropolis attempts a counter — and Father MacDougal hops onto the apron yelling:
MACDOUGAL: “Find the weakness, lad! Strategy, strategy!”
Negropolis shifts, reverses the slam, and catches Huntsman completely off-guard!
EDDIE: “Oh, wonderful. Now the priest is coaching. Next thing you know Flippers will be calling plays!”
Cue Flippers waving a tiny towel like a coach on the sidelines.
6th–7th Minutes
Negropolis hits another Hurricanrana, then lines up a blistering Thrust Kick.
Ace MacDougal signals “weaken the foundation!” and Negropolis levels Huntsman.
He dives for a pin — Huntsman powers out at one.
EDDIE: “Too early! Way too early! Negropolis couldn’t pin a shopping list!”
8th–12th Minutes
Huntsman mounts a comeback — Woodsman Uppercut, Vertical Suplex, a huge Axe Handle Smash — battering Negropolis around the ring.
JOHNNY: “Huntsman is turning momentum! Negropolis is in trouble!”
EDDIE: “He’s ALWAYS in trouble, Johnny! The man wakes up in trouble!”
13th–14th Minutes
More back-and-forth:
Negropolis: Thrust Kick
Huntsman: Ace Crusher
Negropolis: Black Doom — CLEAN HIT!
EDDIE: “What?! No! He hit the Black Doom! Somebody check his boots — there’s no way that move lands!”
16th Minute
Negropolis tosses Huntsman out with Throw Out of Ring.
Huntsman barely beats the count back in.
JOHNNY: “Huntsman trying to regain his bearings — Negropolis too quick tonight!”
17th–21st Minutes
Huntsman rallies yet again with heavy strikes and grappling power — Woodsman Uppercuts, Axe Handle Smashes.
Negropolis keeps staggering but won’t go down.
EDDIE: “This is what I keep telling people — Huntsman’s built different! Negropolis should’ve stayed home and watched the show on TV like the rest of the Obsidian rejects!”
22nd–23rd Minutes
More exchanges — Negropolis fires another Hurricanrana, Huntsman snaps back with more heavy hits.
24th Minute – THE FINISH
Negropolis catches Huntsman mid-motion…
hooks him…
LIFTS…
DOOM BOMB!
He plants Huntsman square in the center of the ring!
Negropolis covers—
1! 2! 3!
BELL RINGS
JOHNNY: “HE GOT HIM! NEGROPOLIS JUST PUT DOWN THE HUNTSMAN!”
EDDIE: “No! No no no no—somebody RECOUNT THAT! No way the spooky moose-man beat a trained hunter!”
JOHNNY: “Like it or not, Eddie — Negropolis just scored one of the biggest wins of his career!”
Flippers jumps into Father MacDougal’s arms in celebration.
EDDIE: “…And now the penguin’s dancing. Great. Just great.”
NEGROPOLIS DEFEATS THE HUNTSMAN VIA PINFALL AT THE 24-MINUTE MARK
THE GUIDING FORCE
[CAMERA: Backstage — the new North Pole Arena interview zone, icy blue lighting with frosted silver trim. A “POLAR POWER” banner hangs behind Smooth Samantha. Rudolph stands to her left radiating intensity, and Kris Kringle stands to her right — towering, ancient, stoic, a winter warlord reborn.]
Samantha (bright, professional, warm): “Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here, and joining me at this time are two men with very big nights ahead — Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Warrior… and the one and only Kris Kringle. Tonight, the Demonic Legion stands in your path. Rudolph, you face Jack Frost, and Kris… you meet Abaddon the Destroyer one-on-one. The stakes couldn’t be higher — what’s your mindset heading into these battles?”
Kris Kringle (calm, rumbling like old thunder): “Jack Frost… Abaddon… Krampus… These names are not new to me, Samantha. In the olden winters — before NPCW, before these bright lights — I walked the world hunting monsters older than memory. Krampus and I have clashed across centuries. And now he stands here in the North as the chosen avatar of the Demonic Legion.”
(He glances coldly toward the camera.)
“But last week, he showed his hand. He revealed just how deep this Legion’s darkness runs. And today — tonight — right now… this ends.
NPCW is not their hunting ground.
And Abaddon? That beast learns first.”
Rudolph (leaning in, intense): “I’ve been knocked down. I’ve been beaten. I’ve had people I trusted turn their backs on me. But that only sharpened me. Jack Frost wants to freeze my legacy in place? The Demonic Legion wants to scare the roster into hiding?”
(He smirks with a flash of bravado.)
“Good. Because I thrive in the storm. And I’m climbing back to the top — through the Demonic Legion if I have to.
Tonight, Frost gets melted.”
[Suddenly — trademark slimy cough off-camera. The crowd in the arena boos even though this is backstage.]
Grinch Heyman (slithering between them, scarf crooked, eyes twitching): “Ah—hem! Boys, boys, boys… do we really want to pretend this is about Jack Frost or Abaddon? The Demonic Legion isn’t your problem. Not tonight.”
(He taps Rudolph’s chest with a crooked finger — Rudolph smacks his hand away.)
“No no — your real problem is the Dark Dominion. Yeti. Vlad. Feral. The wolves who actually run this tundra. Trust me, you should be—”
Rudolph (voice raised, fed up): “Trust you? TRUST YOU? Grinch, I finally figured it out — you never cared about me, you never cared about my career, and you sure as blizzard didn’t care about the North. You only cared about your little vendetta with Count Vlad!”
(He steps closer, nose glowing brighter with anger.)
“I’m done being anyone’s pawn.”
Kris Kringle (icy, immovable): “I returned to the North to sweep out the darkness. That includes the Dominion… that includes the Legion… and that includes you, Heyman, if you stand in the way.”
(He and Rudolph exchange a firm nod — a pact forged.)
THE DECLARATION OF WAR
Rudolph (with rising fire): “Tonight is just the beginning.”
Kringle (booming): “We are the new—”
Both, together (with absolute conviction): “GUIDING FORCE of NPCW.”
[The camera holds on Grinch’s stunned, twitching expression before cutting sharply back to ringside.]
[CAMERA: Back to ringside as the bell rings. Jack Frost stalks the ring like a smirking ice wraith, Grinch Heyman circling outside like a vulture. Rudolph, still flushed from the Guiding Force promo, looks ready to tear him apart.]
Johnny: “Here we go! Rudolph wasting no time charging straight at Jack Frost!”
Eddie: “Someone tell Rudolph this isn’t a sled race—slow down before he breaks an antler!”
Johnny: “Oh! Rudolph just caught Frost with that Reindeer Kick out of nowhere!”
Eddie: “Lucky shot! Frost wasn’t ready! He was adjusting his—his snowflakes!”
Johnny: “Snowflakes?!”
Eddie: “Yes, snowflakes! He’s delicate! He’s artistic!”
Johnny: “Oh give me a—HEY WAIT A MINUTE!”
[Camera catches Grinch Heyman sliding up behind Rudolph, wrapping a cold silver cord around his throat.]
Johnny: “HEY! HEY! HEYMAN IS CHOKING RUDOLPH! HE’S CHOKING HIM WITH THAT—THAT CORD!”
Eddie: “Oh he’s not choking him, Johnny—he’s just helping him breathe properly! It’s a posture correction tool!”
Johnny: “He’s CHOKING HIM, EDDIE!”
Eddie: “Details!”
Johnny: “Referee Abe sees it! Abe sees the whole thing!”
[The bell rings violently.]
Johnny: “Jack Frost is DISQUALIFIED! Grinch Heyman just cost him the match!”
Eddie: “What?! WHAT?! No! No no no—Abe is blind! Abe is jealous! Abe hates winter!”
Johnny: “He saw the cord wrapped around Rudolph’s throat! There’s no debate here!”
Eddie: (furious) “How dare he rob Jack Frost of a perfectly good victory! Grinch was simply offering Rudolph a seasonal scarf!”
[Rudolph reels forward coughing. Jack Frost begins shouting at Grinch Heyman in disbelief. Grinch insists it was “perfectly executed strategy.” Frost slams the turnbuckle in rage. Rudolph, recovering, gestures at them both with fiery eyes.]
Johnny: “Rudolph gets the win tonight, but this situation with the Demonic Legion is far from over!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny—Rudolph should be thanking Grinch! It’s the only reason he’s walking out instead of being scraped up like sleigh ice!”
Johnny: “Give me a break. Frost and Heyman are unraveling, Eddie—Kringle and Rudolph shook that foundation earlier, and now tonight’s blown up in Heyman’s face!”
RUDOLPH DEFEATS JACK FROST VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 1 MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “Welcome back to Polar Power! And folks… buckle in. This next one is going to be chaos. The Queens of Punishment—Crimson Viper and the Dark Duchess—with the Mad Hatter lurking like a fever-dream ringmaster—are set to battle Beauty and the Beast!”
Eddie: “Beauty and the Beast? Please. Bella and Ursa don’t need a wrestling match—they need a fairy godmother and a miracle!”
Johnny: “Keep talking, Eddie—Ursa Titania hears that, she’ll fold you like an Elf-sized pretzel.”
Eddie: “She’d have to catch me first!”
1ST MINUTE
Johnny: “Bella Aurelia starts hot—LEG SWEEP DDT! She caught Crimson Viper clean!”
Eddie: “Fluke! Total fluke! Viper was adjusting her crown!”
2ND MINUTE
Johnny: “Dark Duchess tags in—HURRICANRANA! Nice elevation!”
Eddie: “Of course it’s nice, Johnny! She’s royalty! Meanwhile Ursa Titania hits her like a runaway glacier!”
3RD MINUTE
Johnny: “Viper back in—OFF WITH THEIR HEADS clothesline! But Bella countering with an Octopus Hold!”
Eddie: “Do NOT touch the Queen, Bella! This isn’t a petting zoo!”
4TH–5TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Viper unleashing suplex after suplex—Bella’s struggling!”
Eddie: “Yes! Break her down! Send her back to whatever enchanted cottage she crawled out of!”
6TH–7TH MINUTE
Johnny: “DOUBLE TEAMING by the Queens—Delayed Vertical Suplex AND the Straighjacket Choke!”
Eddie: “That right there is ART, Johnny! You frame that and hang it in the Louvre!”
8TH MINUTE
Johnny: “MAD HATTER just threw CONFETTI in Bella’s eyes! Abe didn’t see it!”
Eddie: “That’s not confetti—it’s tactical distraction glitter! Completely legal… probably!”
9TH–13TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Dark Duchess controlling the pace—Checkmate Facebreaker—no! Bella kicks out!”
Eddie: “Why?! Just stay down and save what’s left of your face!”
14TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Bella with a SNAP SUPLEX! And she tags in the Beast!”
Eddie: “Oh no—here comes the avalanche…”
15TH–16TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Ursa Titania flattening everything! Big Boot! Duchess reels—tag to Viper—”
Eddie: “GET HER, VIPER! DO IT FOR THE THRONE!”
Johnny: “HATTER AGAIN WITH THE CONFETTI! Abe still blind to it—Ursa can’t see a thing!”
Eddie: “That’s the magic of Wonderland, Johnny!”
17TH MINUTE – THE FINISH
Johnny: “Release German Suplex from Viper! She bridges—”
Eddie: “Yes! YES! Royalty rules again!”
Johnny: “One… two… three! Queens of Punishment steal one thanks to the Mad Hatter!”
CRIMSON VIPER DEFEATS URSA TITANIA VIA PINFALL AT THE 17 MINUTE MARK
THE ECONOMY OF EXCELLENCE
[After the commercial break…]
The cameras fade in on the ring, lit by a soft gold spotlight. Smooth Samantha stands poised with her microphone, smiling warmly as the crowd buzzes.
Smooth Samantha: “Welcome back, everyone, to Polar Power! Please join me in welcoming… a very special guest.
He is the NEW Northern Lights Champion…
…from HCW’s Million Dollar Alliance…
…THE RICH ATHLETE!”
BOOOOOS thunder across the arena.
Suddenly, gold sparks shoot from the stage. Hip-hop high-roller style entrance music hits.
Rich Athlete struts out in a flawless Italian three-piece suit—midnight navy with gold threading—designer sunglasses, slicked back hair, smirking like he owns the entire North Pole.
Beside him, Ruth Heartless, emotionally unreadable and expensive-lipstick lethal, carries an enormous black velvet bag with both arms.
Rich Athlete stops halfway down the ramp to adjust his cufflinks and deliberately flicks a $100 bill at the camera.
IN THE RING
Smooth Samantha: “Rich Athlete, welcome back to NPCW’s Polar Power—congratulations on becoming the new Northern Lights Champion!”
Rich Athlete (slowly removes his sunglasses, staring at the audience like they’re beneath him) “Oh, Samantha… you don’t have to congratulate me. Success is inevitable for a man of my caliber.”
Crowd boos louder.
Rich Athlete: “You see, the people didn’t come tonight to see some frosty nobodies swing axes or howl at moons.
They came to see money made manifest.
They came to see RICH. ATHLETE. GREATNESS.”
Smooth Samantha: “Well… since you mentioned success—there’s a question on everyone’s mind. Where is the Northern Lights Championship belt?”
Ruth Heartless immediately steps forward, raising a finger.
Ruth Heartless: “In accordance with the… utterly ridiculous NPCW bylaws—if an HCW competitor wins an NPCW title, the physical belt must remain with NPCW property management. A laughable rule, clearly written by broke people terrified of losing their precious trinket.”
Crowd boos.
Ruth Heartless: “So—NPCW wouldn’t allow the champion to take home his belt.
Which, quite frankly, is an embarrassment for your company.”
Rich Athlete steps in front of her, smirking like he’s about to deliver gospel.
Rich Athlete: “And let’s be honest… that belt? That mundane, budget-tier, dollar-store-looking, Book Club trophy you call the Northern Lights Title?”
(mock shudder)
“Beneath me.
Beneath my waist.
Beneath my brand.”
He taps the velvet bag.
“But don’t worry.
The Million Dollar Alliance has… solutions.”
THE REVEAL
Ruth Heartless slowly opens the velvet bag.
Camera zooms in.
The crowd gasps.
The new Northern Lights Championship glitters like a treasure chest bursting open.
Platinum. Gold. Diamond and emerald studs gleaming.
The aurora borealis ripples across the main plate like living light.
“RICH ATHLETE” is inscribed in sweeping gold script across the top.
The strap? White crocodile leather, gold stitching catching every light in the arena.
Smooth Samantha: “Wow… that is… certainly different.”
Rich Athlete: “Different? No, Samantha. This is luxury incarnate. This is championship EXCELLENCE.
This is what happens when you give a title to someone with TASTE.”
He opens his arms and Ruth fastens the opulent new belt around his waist.
He poses like a model on the cover of Wealth Monthly.
Rich Athlete: “You can’t stop class… you can’t stop cash!”
Smooth Samantha: “With such a bold statement, the fans want to know—your first title defense is coming soon. Tonight, Van Helsing faces Big Bad Wolf. The winner will meet the former champion Sandman in two weeks to determine the next number-one contender. Any thoughts on who you’d prefer to face?”
Rich Athlete: (laughs—long, loud, theatrical) “Oh Samantha…
Sweet, sweet Samantha…
I don’t care who wins.
Van Helsing? That trench-coat bargain-bin vampire hunter? Maybe I will take the HCW TV Title from him as well?
Big Bad Wolf? A man who howls because he can’t talk to a crowd?
Or Sandman? Please. I’ve seen pillows stiffer than that man’s offense.”
He leans right into the hard camera.
Rich Athlete: “They are ALL beneath me. Just like every NPCW staff member
…every NPCW wrestler
…and every NPCW fan sitting in this freezing dump wearing $12 shirts because you can’t afford anything actually fashionable.”
Crowd erupts in angry boos. Someone throws a foam snowflake; Rich Athlete dodges it and laughs.
Rich Athlete: “At Nightmare at the North Pole? It won’t matter who earns the shot.
Because when they step into the ring with the Rich Athlete—”
He taps the diamond-inlaid “RA” monogram.
Rich Athlete: “—they don’t get a championship match.
They get a financial education.
And class…
is officially in session.”
Rich Athlete poses, arms wide, belt gleaming as Ruth Heartless applauds like royalty.
Johnny: “Folks… I don’t even know what to say. I really don’t. The Rich Athlete has just unveiled what might be the most over-the-top, most gaudy, most self-indulgent championship redesign I have ever seen in my career!”
Eddie: “Oh will you stop, Johnny! That is the finest championship belt ever created in the history of this business! White crocodile leather? Real diamonds? A monogram? I’m surprised the glare didn’t melt this desk! That is CLASS! That is PRESTIGE! That—Johnny—is MONEY in belt form.”
Johnny: “Prestige?! Eddie, the man just said the original Northern Lights Championship was beneath him!”
Eddie: “Well—he’s right! The old belt looked like a frozen souvenir you’d buy at an airport gift shop! This one? This is what a real champion looks like! The Rich Athlete is setting the standard!”
Johnny: “He also insulted Van Helsing, Big Bad Wolf, AND Sandman—plus every NPCW fan in the building!”
Eddie: “That’s because they NEEDED to hear it! Some people motivate through inspirational speeches—Rich motivates through brutal honesty! And I, for one, feel inspired!”
Johnny: “Inspired? Eddie, he called the North Pole Arena a ‘freezing dump!’”
Eddie: “Well… it is a little cold in here, Johnny. You know, I wouldn’t mind a nice gold-plated heater like the one he probably has in his limo.”
Johnny: “Fans, let’s be clear—whatever you think of Rich Athlete, he WILL be defending that title at Nightmare at the North Pole against the winner of our upcoming contender pathway. And I have a feeling he made some enemies tonight.”
Eddie: “Let ’em line up! Rich Athlete is gonna knock ’em all down and charge them appearance fees afterward!”
Johnny: “Folks, more action still to come tonight—including our North Pole Title main event! Stay with us—because things are heating up here at Polar Power!”
Johnny: “Welcome back folks, and we’ve got another explosive matchup on deck here on Polar Power! La Bruja Muerte—arguably the deadliest spellcaster in the Witch’s Coven—is making her way to the ring with an entire cauldron’s worth of backup!”
Eddie: “Johnny, look at that entourage—Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan—the whole Coven is here! That’s what I call proper preparation! Mother Earth should’ve brought a recycling bin and a prayer.”
Johnny: “Oh will you stop. Mother Earth is one of the toughest, most resilient competitors in the women’s division. And remember, she’s coming off a big momentum boost in recent weeks!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah—she hugged a tree backstage and felt the energy flow. Great. None of that matters when you’ve got THREE witches ready to turn you into a houseplant.”
Johnny: “And here we go—Mother Earth wastes NO time! She barrels across the ring—SPEAR!! She takes La Bruja right off her feet!”
Eddie: “She should be disqualified immediately! You can’t just charge a witch like that—I’m pretty sure that violates some ancient pact!”
Johnny: “Referee Honest Abe trying to keep this fair—wait, WAIT! Green mist! GREEN MIST from the outside! Wicked Willow just blinded Mother Earth!”
Eddie: “Perfectly legal if the referee didn’t see it, Johnny! And Honest Abe was adjusting his shirt—rookie mistake!”
Johnny: “A rookie mistake?! Abe’s been refereeing since before you learned to tie a tie!”
Eddie: “Still doing it wrong!”
Johnny: “La Bruja now taking advantage—hard running dropkick! Snaps Mother Earth’s head back! She’s picking up steam!”
Eddie: “That’s the power of witchcraft and cardio, Johnny! A deadly combo!”
Johnny: “But look at Mother Earth! She keeps coming back—another Alley Oop Facebuster! That planted La Bruja!”
Eddie: “Unfair! Gravity shouldn’t be allowed to help her like that—it’s collusion!”
Johnny: “Both women trading bombs! Gaia’s Grace from Mother Earth—she’s flying everywhere tonight!”
Eddie: “And she STILL can’t keep La Bruja down! That’s supernatural resilience! You can’t teach that—you have to hex it into your bones!”
Johnny: “Oh come on! Another broomstick shot behind the ref’s back! The Coven won’t stop interfering!”
Eddie: “You say interfering, I say teamwork! It takes a village, Johnny. A spooky, cackling village.”
Johnny: “Mother Earth is fighting through EVERYTHING—what heart! She lifts La Bruja—Delayed Vertical Suplex! She plants her again!”
Eddie: “She’s gonna throw her back out if she keeps lifting people with that organic farming strength!”
Johnny: “La Bruja snaps back with a Codebreaker! Mother Earth rocked—this could be trouble!”
Eddie: “Yes! Count it, ref! Count it before she starts composting the ring!”
Johnny: “WAIT—NO! The Coven again—GREEN MIST! Right in front of the ref this time! And Honest Abe has HAD ENOUGH!”
Eddie: “What?! No! Abe don’t you DARE!”
Johnny: “He’s calling for the bell—LA BRUJA MUERTE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED! The Coven’s interference finally cost her!”
Eddie: “This is a travesty! A witch hunt! A conspiracy! That mist could’ve come from the air vents! You can’t prove anything!”
Johnny: “Oh please, Eddie—the Coven practically lined up to take turns cheating!”
Eddie: “That’s called dedication, Johnny!”
MOTHER EARTH DEFEATS LA BRUJA MUERTE VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 20-MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “WELCOME BACK to Polar Power, folks, and take a look at THIS imposing trio! Hydra Veyne, Medussa Nemesis—collectively the Monsters of Myth—and TONIGHT we are joined for the first time by Serpenta Veyne! Eddie, she looks absolutely terrifying!”
Eddie: “Terrifying? Johnny, she looks AMAZING. That’s how you make a debut—slithering out here with the kind of presence that makes half the roster rethink their career choices. Mrs. Claus and the Tooth Fairy? They should’ve stayed backstage with milk and cookies!”
Johnny: “And here come the Holiday Heroines—Mrs. Claus and Pearl! This North Pole crowd LOVES them!”
Eddie: “Of course they do. This place loves candy canes and free hot cocoa too. That doesn’t mean they belong in the ring with two mythological WMDs!”
Johnny: “Oh my—Hydra and Medussa WASTING NO TIME! Double-team Moonsault combo to start the match! Mrs. Claus didn’t even get her coat off!”
Eddie: “That’s what happens when you show up smelling like gingerbread—predators pounce!”
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus fights back—CLAUS CLUTCH! Look at the torque she’s putting on both women!”
Eddie: “She’s sitting on their backs like they’re reindeer she’s trying to wrangle! Disgraceful! Hydra and Medussa deserve an apology!”
Johnny: “Another double-team—Standing Double Stomp AND a Leg Sweep DDT! The Monsters of Myth are relentless!”
Eddie: “That's exactly why I said Mrs. Claus should’ve stayed home—this is not the cookie exchange!”
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus fighting! ROLLING PIN FOREARM SMASH! And now here comes Pearl—fired up!”
Eddie: “Oh no, not the dental devil! Somebody hide your fillings!”
Johnny: “Pearl coming in hot—beautiful Belly-to-Back Suplex! She’s got Medussa on the ropes!”
Eddie: “Enjoy it while it lasts. The Monsters of Myth have durability baked into their DNA. Pearl's got… floss.”
Johnny: “MOTHER OF MERCY—ROPE-HUNG DDT by Medussa! Pearl is stunned!”
Eddie: “She should’ve flossed before the match, it would've helped with circulation! Rookie mistake!”
Johnny: “MRS. CLAUS TAGGED IN—BIG SPLASH! Into the pin! No—Hydra kicks out!”
Eddie: “Kicks out? Hydra practically YEETED her off like she was a holiday decoration!”
Johnny: “Now Hydra with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX—Mrs. Claus folded up like wrapping paper!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! You could put a bow on her and stick her under a tree!”
Johnny: “Back and forth—everyone in the ring! Pearl, Mrs. Claus, Hydra, Medussa—chaos everywhere! This crowd is going NUTS!”
Eddie: “Hard to keep track—Mrs. Claus hugging people, Pearl throwing elbows, Hydra and Medussa delivering destruction—THIS is what wrestling should be, Johnny!”
Johnny: “And now Medussa—LEAPING KNEE DROP! Pearl struggles—Medussa covers!”
Eddie: “Count it, ref! Count it!”
Johnny: “No! Mrs. Claus JUST breaks it up!”
Eddie: “Ugh! Someone revoke that woman’s cookie license.”
Johnny: “This match has gone THIRTY minutes! Neither side giving an inch!”
Eddie: “Thirty minutes?! Mrs. Claus hasn’t moved this much since the Great Reindeer Stampede of ’92!”
Johnny: “Incredible exchange—everyone hits their finish! Big Splash! Knee Drop! Running Axe Handles! Christmas Joy Hug! The ring is absolute pandemonium!”
Eddie: “Honest Abe should just declare BOTH sides winners for surviving this madness!”
Johnny: “The bell rings—THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED! After thirty minutes of absolute war, this match is declared a DRAW!”
Eddie: “A draw?! No! Hydra and Medussa were just warming up! Mrs. Claus should count her blessings—or count her cracked ribs!”
DRAW – NO WINNER – MATCH ENDS IN A TIME-LIMIT DRAW AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK
(Lights drop to green and red. A singular hissing sound echoes through the Glacier Plex. Serpenta Veyne steps into the center of the ring, raising a serpentine hand toward the booing crowd. She takes the mic with slow, deliberate confidence.)
Serpenta Veyne:
“SSSSilence… little mammals.”
(Crowd boos loudly. Serpenta smirks, savoring it.)
“I am Serpenta Veyne… the Venom of Mythos… the Serpent Queen whose shadow coils around every heartbeat in this frozen wasteland.”
(She slowly circles Mrs. Claus and Pearl, who stand near the ropes, exhausted but wary.)
“Tonight you all witnessed the beginning of my reign. Not a victory… no, no… something far more potent.”
(She taps her temple.)
“You witnessed the study of prey.”
(Crowd boos, chanting “GO HOME SER-PEN-TA!” She hisses back at them.)
Serpenta:
“Mrs. Claus… Pearl… you fought like cornered woodland creatures, scratching and squealing for survival.
Admirable… but pointless.”
(She snaps her hand forward in a cobra-strike gesture, making both women flinch instinctively.)
“You stepped into the ring with Hydra Veyne… with Medussa Nemesis… and tonight… with me.
And you survived only because time… ran out.”
(She flicks her tongue as she smirks.)
“Next time, there will be no time limit.
Only the slow squeeze of the Serpent’s Coil…
and the sound of your spines begging for mercy.”
(She now turns toward Hydra and Medussa—her voice becoming colder, sharper.)
“And as for you, dear sister…”
(Crowd gasps as Serpenta steps directly into Hydra’s face.)
“Do not confuse my arrival… with allegiance.”
(Hydra narrows her eyes. Medussa steps slightly forward. Serpenta raises a hand—calm, confident.)
“You call yourself the Monster of Myth.
You wear the viper’s mark…
But I am the venom that gives the bite its power.”
(She points at the mat beneath them.)
“This ring will soon learn…
that there is room for only one serpent queen.”
(She steps back, spreading her arms like a cobra hood as the lights strobe green and red.)
“NPCW…”
(hisses)
“…your new poison has arrived.”
“And I promise you this…”
“…every heroine, every monster, every pretender to power…”
(eyes locked on Hydra)
“…will fall to the Venom Strike.”
(She drops the mic with a chilling hiss. Hydra and Medussa glare, Serpenta smirks, the crowd erupts.)
The Mythos is no longer united.
It is now a serpent’s nest.
AIMING FOR THE TITLE
Camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage corridor — snow-white uplights forming long shadows across black curtains. Smooth Samantha stands poised with her mic, glowing against the dark background.
Smooth Samantha: (warm, composed, Catherine-Kelley style) “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… the challenger for tonight’s North Pole Championship main event… Robin Hood.”
Robin Hood steps into frame — long black coat brushing the floor, face painted in stark black-and-white streaks, hair wet and draped over his shoulders. He doesn’t look at Samantha — he stares straight into the camera, brooding, silent.
Samantha: “Robin… last weekend at Halloween Horror, you finally put the Demonic Legion behind you after defeating Abaddon. Then at Convergence, you overcame Mr. X—”
Robin Hood: (cuts her off, voice low and gravelly) “I exorcised my demons… one by one. Abaddon. Mr. X. Every shadow that’s crawled out of the Legion to drag me down… I buried them.”
Samantha: “Well… with a little help from Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent—”
Robin Hood: (a rare smirk) “Dave just happened to be standing in the right place at the right time. Nothing more.”
A quick exhale through his nose — the closest thing Robin gives to a chuckle.
Robin Hood: “Tonight… the past stays buried. I’m done chasing ghosts. I’m done fighting monsters in the dark. Now, I’m hunting something real — Mean Jack Mason… and the North Pole Championship.”
Samantha: “And what about the Merry Band? What about Maid Marion? A lot of fans have been wonder—”
Robin’s entire body goes still. His eyes narrow beneath the face paint.
Robin Hood: (cold, final) “I’m not answering any questions… about them.”
He steps away from the mic. Samantha looks stunned as he starts walking down the hall.
Robin turns a corner — and Friar Tuck steps into his path. Arms folded. Calm, patient, but firm.
Friar Tuck: “Robin… lad. This has gone on long enough. It’s time for you to come home. To stop brooding in the rafters and be one of us again.”
Robin stiffens, jaw tightening.
Robin Hood: (quiet but dangerous) “It’s not up to me, Tuck. It’s up to Marion… if she’s forgiven me.”
Friar Tuck “She’ll forgive. She always does. But she won’t forget… and you can’t just pretend none of this happened.
You owe her a real apology. From the heart. Not the painted face. Not the vigilante.”
Robin’s temper flares — a flash of anger cutting through the stoic exterior.
Robin Hood: “I can’t think about that now! Not tonight! I’ve got a title to win — and I need my head clear.
Stay out of my way.”
He storms past Tuck, steps echoing sharply down the hall.
Friar Tuck watches him go, heavy sigh, shaking his head.
A man torn between redemption… and obsession.
Winner faces Sandman to determine the No. 1 Contender for Rich Athlete’s Northern Lights Championship.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: “Welcome back to Polar Power — and folks, this one is HUGE! The leader of the Hunter’s Enclave, Van Helsing, steps into the ring with the Alpha Wolf himself, the Big Bad Wolf! The winner moves one step closer to a Northern Lights Title opportunity!”
Eddie Ellington: “Yeah, yeah, let’s all clap for Mr. Overachiever! Van Helsing already beat Beastfang to become the HCW TV Champion — now he wants OUR gold too? The man is greedy, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Or maybe, Eddie… maybe he simply wants what he’s never held here in NPCW. He’s been chasing that one big win on North Pole soil, and tonight could be the start!”
Eddie: “Oh, give me a break! Big Bad Wolf was the FIRST EVER Northern Lights Champion! He’s the blueprint! Van Helsing is just a guy playing dress-up with a vampire hunter’s coat!”
DING DING DING!
Johnny: “Here we go! Van Helsing charges—SILVER BULLET SPEAR! He nearly cut Big Bad Wolf in half!”
Eddie: “Cheap shot! Wolf wasn’t ready! He was adjusting his fur—or his trunks—something!”
Johnny: “Wolf slams Van Helsing into the ropes—CHOKE ON THE RING ROPE! Good grief! Abe needs to step in!”
Eddie: “Let the Alpha Wolf hunt, Johnny! This is what he does!”
Johnny: “Vertical Suplex from Van Helsing—beautifully executed! But Wolf is right back up—SAVAGE SPEAR! These two are throwing BOMBS!”
Eddie: “That’s why Wolf should win! He’s a natural-born predator! Van Helsing is just a guy who reads monster hunting brochures!”
Johnny: “Look at Wolf — going for the LYCAN LOCK! He’s wrenching it in tight!”
Eddie: “Tap out, vampire boy! TAP!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing refusing! He’s crawling—using every ounce of strength—he escapes!”
Eddie: “Bad decision. Wolf is only going to get nastier.”
Johnny: “BACK TO THE GRAVE! Van Helsing plants Wolf with the Tombstone Piledriver!”
Eddie: “Wait—Wolf Pack! The whole pack is swarming him! Somebody stop this!”
Johnny: “They’re mauling Van Helsing — but Abe didn’t see it! Wolf Pack just stole Wolf a lifeline!”
Eddie: “It’s called PACKWORK, Johnny! A proud tradition!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing spins—ROUNDHOUSE RIGHT! Wolf staggers — but answers with the ABDOMINAL STRETCH! What a battle!”
Eddie: “He’s softening the man up! Smart strategy from a smart wolf!”
Johnny: “Van Helsing… SILVER BULLET SPEAR AGAIN! OUT OF NOWHERE!”
Eddie: “NO NO NO NO—DON’T COUNT THIS!”
Johnny: “He hooks the leg—ONE! TWO! THREE! VAN HELSING DID IT!”
VAN HELSING DEFEATS BIG BAD WOLF VIA PINFALL AT THE 6 MINUTE MARK
The camera follows Big Bad Wolf as he trudges up the ramp, clutching his ribs and snarling in frustration. Moonshadow, Moon Silver, and the Howlers flank him, forming a protective semicircle. The Pack looks furious — wounded pride simmering under every growl.
Wolf flicks sweat from his hair with a cocky, defiant smirk — Razor Ramon swagger activated — dragging his tongue across his teeth before barking at the booing crowd:
Big Bad Wolf: (swaggering, mocking) “Hey… don’t you pups worry. The Wolf Pack don’t stay down long, chico…”
Just as the Pack reaches the top of the ramp—
THE BEASTS & MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER APPEAR
The lights shift to crimson and iron-gray. The massive silhouettes of Beast 1 and Beast 2 rise into view, Marcus the Beastmaster front and center, cracking his knuckles with a slow, predatory grin.
The crowd erupts, sensing trouble.
Marcus raises a hand, pointing a finger at Wolf like a general calling out an enemy commander.
Marcus the Beastmaster: (cold, deliberate) “Big. Bad. Wolf… You howl loud, but you don’t listen. You think you can double cross Count Vlad and betray Yeti… …without consequences?”
The Beasts step forward, flexing and cracking their necks in perfect synchronization.
Marcus smirks darkly.
Marcus: “You chose the wrong monsters to cross.”
Wolf snorts and adjusts his vest, leaning back with that arrogant, greasy swagger of someone who loves confrontation. He flicks a toothpick toward Marcus’s boots.
Big Bad Wolf: (smooth, mocking)
“Listen here, chico… The Wolf Pack bows to nobody. Not Vlad… not Yeti… And definitely not you circus animals.”
The crowd gasps as the Howlers step forward, snarling, Moon Silver baring her teeth, Moonshadow cracking her knuckles.
Marcus laughs — a low, humorless rumble — and the Beasts step forward again, inches from violence.
Marcus:“Oh, you’ll bow, Wolf. When we BREAK that pack of yours… one. by. One.”
THE TENSION EXPLODES
The two sides close in — chests touching, hands balled into fists, the crowd roaring as if expecting an all-out brawl.
WOLF: “Anytime, chico…”
BEAST 1: “Right now.”
HOWLER 1: “Let’s tear ‘em apart!”
BEAST 2: “Try us.”
They’re seconds away from swinging —
ALTON BELL’S MUSIC HITS
The camera cuts to the side stage as Chill Factor GM Alton Bell storms out, stern and commanding, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.
Alton Bell: (authoritative energy) “ENOUGH! If you animals want to tear each other to pieces — you’ll do it on MY SHOW.”
Both groups turn toward him, pacing, snorting, barely restrained.
Alton: “Next week… November 30th… Chill Factor presents a SIX-MAN TAG TEAM WAR!”
He points at Wolf.
Alton: “Big Bad Wolf and the Howlers…”
Then points at Marcus.
Alton: “…versus Marcus the Beastmaster and THE BEASTS!”
The crowd ERUPTS.
Wolf smirks, licking his teeth with that wolfish Razor Ramon confidence.
Big Bad Wolf: “Chico… you just signed the Beasts’ death certificate.”
Marcus steps forward, eyes unblinking.
Marcus: “We’ll see whose bones break first.”
Alton raises a hand one final time.
Alton Bell: “Save it for CHILL FACTOR — and God help whichever team survives.”
FINAL SHOT:
The show fades out on a split-screen stare-down —
The Wolf Pack snarling…
The Beasts pounding their chests…
And in the center, Marcus and Wolf glaring at each other like two alpha predators fighting for the same territory.
Johnny: “Welcome back to Polar Power! And folks—this place just got a whole lot colder, because the Demonic Legion is stepping into the arena!”
Eddie: “Colder? Try downright unholy! Look at Abaddon! Look at Lilith! That’s what dominance looks like, Johnny. Not… whatever Kris Kringle is supposed to be. Santa’s angry older cousin?”
Johnny: “Oh will you STOP. Here comes Kris Kringle—former guardian of the North, a man with centuries of battle behind him, and now one half of the newly declared Guiding Force with Rudolph!”
Eddie: “Guiding Force? Please. They’re guiding themselves straight into a funeral. Look at Abaddon—he’s bigger, meaner, stronger, and he definitely moisturizes more.”
1st Minute
Johnny: “Kringle starts HOT—SLEIGH CRASH into the turnbuckle! Abaddon’s rocked early!”
Eddie: “Oh big deal, he rammed his head into something. How festive.”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Kringle coming in again—FROSTBITE! But Abaddon answers with HELL’S FURY! That triple powerbomb rattled the whole ring!”
Eddie: “THAT’S what a real athlete looks like! Abaddon could throw Kringle all the way back to the 1600s!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Kringle fires back with the Sack Toss—”
Eddie: “And immediately gets folded up again! Yes! HELL’S FURY TWO POINT O!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “GOOD TIDINGS! Kringle battering Abaddon with headbutts!”
Eddie: “Someone stop this maniac! He’s going to crack his own skull just trying to hurt Abaddon!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Abaddon weathers the storm—defends the Good Tidings this time!”
Eddie: “Brain over brawn, Johnny. Well… demon-brain, but still!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Crimson Wrath—WAIT! Lilith distracting the referee again!”
Eddie: “She’s providing moral support. Extremely loud, extremely effective, extremely beautiful moral support!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “ABADDON’S FURY! The F-5 connects!”
Eddie: “Pin him! Pin him! Make Santa cry!”
Johnny: “One count only! Kringle still in it!”
Eddie: “WHY?!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Both men colliding—Chimney Collapse from Kringle! Netherstrike from Abaddon!”
Eddie: “Can someone tell Kringle this isn’t a chimney sweep competition?”
9th Minute
Johnny: “HELL’S FURY AGAIN! Abaddon is relentless tonight!”
Eddie: “This is a beautiful sight. Like holiday fireworks but more violent.”
10th Minute
Johnny: “ABADDON’S FURY—Kringle couldn’t block it!”
Eddie: “He shouldn’t block greatness anyway!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Winter Freeze! Kringle trying to wear Abaddon down!”
Eddie: “Abaddon responds with a free chiropractic adjustment—via kneelift!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Abaddon shutting that hold down before it locks.”
Eddie: “Look, Johnny—Kringle is old. Abaddon is eternal. You do the math!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Kringle reverses—THE LONG WINTER! Delayed vertical suplex!”
Eddie: “No! That move is banned in at least six ancient grimoires!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “And another Long Winter! Abaddon’s staggering!”
Eddie: “Stop throwing the big man! It’s rude!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Sack Toss! Kringle’s got some momentum!”
Eddie: “I’m going to be sick.”
16th Minute
Johnny: “FROSTBITE—NO! Abaddon blasts Kringle with Abaddon’s Fury again!”
Eddie: “Yes! YES! Finish him, my infernal king!”
17th Minute
Johnny: “Long Winter AGAIN! Kringle with the hook—”
Eddie: “No no no don’t—kick out you beautiful demon monster!”
18th Minute
Johnny: “HOLY—HELLBREAKER! Abaddon folding Kringle in half!”
Eddie: “Put him away!!”
19th Minute
Johnny: “Both men SLUGGING it out—Vertical Suplex from Abaddon!”
Eddie: “This is destruction! This is violence! This is ART.”
20th Minute
Johnny: “KRINGLE WITH CRIMSON WRATH! THE CRADLE PILEDRIVER! HE’S GOT HIM—!”
Eddie: “No! NO! NOT LIKE THIS—!”
Johnny: “ONE! TWO! THREE! KRIS KRINGLE HAS DONE IT!”
KRIS KRINGLE DEFEATS ABADDON VIA PINFALL AT THE 20 MINUTE MARK
The moment the bell rings and Kris Kringle’s hand is raised, Lilith storms into the ring.
Her heels click like daggers, her cloak snapping behind her as though the shadows themselves recoil. Abaddon rolls out, dazed and furious, but Lilith’s fury is volcanic — and aimed squarely at one man.
Lilith (hissing, shrieking at Grinch Heyman): “YOU USELESS, MANGY LITTLE WRETCH! This is what happens when I rely on you?! A loss?! A humiliation?!”
She jabs a clawed finger into Grinch Heyman’s chest.
“Where were you, Grinch? Where was your grand mastermind plan? Your ‘strategic brilliance’? Your precious interference?! You promised Abaddon would CRUSH the old relic — and instead you stood there like a terrified elf waiting for cookies and milk!”
Grinch tries to defend himself, stumbling over words, hands up in surrender.
Grinch: “N-now, Lilith—he had it under control! I couldn’t risk—”
Lilith (explodes): “RISK?! The only risk here was trusting you with anything more complicated than breathing! Abaddon should have WALKED through Kringle! And you… you did NOTHING!”
She circles him like a predator, eyes blazing.
Lilith: “Count the seconds you have left in the Legion, Grinch. Because if you fail us again… Abaddon won’t need my command to tear you apart.”
Abaddon steps forward, looming behind her, staring down the trembling Heyman with burning eyes.
Lilith, final venomous whisper: “Pray you redeem yourself. Or you’ll become the next sacrifice.”
She snaps her fingers. Abaddon and Lilith leave, Grinch staggering after them — terrified, humiliated, and clearly on borrowed time.
THE CHAMP SPEAKS
Smooth Samantha power-walks down the concrete hallway, camera operator hustling behind her.
She speaks softly into the lens:
Samantha (whispering): “Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here… We’re moments away from the main event, and I’m heading to the Primal Horde’s dressing room to get a word with North Pole Champion Mean Jack Mason. But—”
She stops. The dressing room door is slightly ajar.
Inside, raised voices rumble.
The camera zooms in as Samantha presses closer.
Mean Jack Mason (furious):
“Who… told you… to go out there and pick a fight with the Wolf Pack?!”
Marcus the Beastmaster (defiant growl):
“They disrespected our leader Yeti and Count Vlad at Convergence.
They needed to be reminded that no one gets away with crossing the Horde.”
Mason (snapping back like a whip):
“That—was NOT—your decision.”
“When Yeti isn’t here, I’m the one in charge. I decide what the Primal Horde does… and who we break!”
Marcus snarls low, nostrils flaring, but doesn’t speak.
Mason (pressing on):
“Now you’ve set up a match on Chill Factor next week, fine.
But the Beasts also have a title match the night before on Polar Power… and SO DO I.”
He steps closer to Marcus, voice low and dangerous.
“We need every belt staying in-house, in Horde hands.
NOT wasting time in some pissing contest with the Wolf Pack.”
Marcus (snapping, heated):
“We can do BOTH.
And maybe the boys need another… boost of serum before the fight.”
Mason raises a hand sharply.
Mason:
“No.
They’re fine.
And I’m NOT wasting serum just because your mouth backed us into a corner.”
A sing-song whisper echoes from the shadows—
Polly (creeping voice):
“Oooooooh Jack… we got coooompany at the doooor…”
She grins at the crack in the door, waving her fingers eerily.
Mason exhales sharply, rolling his eyes.
Mason (calling out):
“Well if you’re gonna snoop, you might as well come in!”
Samantha steps inside, keeping a professional smile despite the charged, dangerous atmosphere.
Mason stands front and center — North Pole Title over his shoulder, chest puffed out, radiating swagger.
Marcus looms behind him.
Polly murmurs to herself, rocking side to side with eerie glee.
Samantha:
“Mean Jack, thank you for your time. Tonight you defend the North Pole Championship against Robin Hood. But beyond that, you’re entering one of the toughest gauntlets any champion has faced—
Tonight Robin Hood…
Next Saturday Krampus…
And then Sunday, a Universal Title shot against Sinister Klaus.
That is—”
Mason (interrupting, big smirk):
“—That is what separates a man from a legend, sweetheart.”
He taps the belt.
“This right here? This doesn’t stay with someone who’s scared of a tough week.
This stays with the baddest man in NPCW — MEAN. JACK. MASON.”
He adjusts the title, eyes blazing with intensity.
“Robin Hood? He’s too busy brooding in his face paint to understand what real violence looks like.
Krampus next Saturday? The big goat better pray those chains hold tight.
And Sinister Klaus? Universal champ or not — he bleeds just like the rest.”
Marcus nods behind him, cracking his knuckles.
Mason:
“Three matches.
Three beatings.
One result—
The Primal Horde still runs NPCW.”
Samantha:
“But Jack, Robin Hood defeated Abaddon at Halloween Horror… he’s built momentum—”
Mason (laughs sharply):
“Momentum? Honey, momentum stops when it hits a brick wall — and that brick wall is me.”
He steps closer, speaking right into the camera.
“Robin Hood… after tonight you’ll wish you stayed up in those rafters.”
Polly’s Creepy Ending
Polly twirls in place, giggling, then leans toward the camera like a wandering banshee.
Polly (singing in her eerie, childlike voice):
“♫ One down, two down, champions fall…
But the Primal Horde…
Devours them aaaaaall… ♫”
She laughs a jagged, unsettling laugh.
Marcus nods approvingly.
Mason smirks.
Mason:
“You heard the girl.
Now get ready —
The North Pole Champion’s got a hunt to finish.”
The camera fades as the Primal Horde looms ominously behind him.
Johnny: “Wow… folks, you just heard it — Mean Jack Mason and the Primal Horde are on edge backstage, and you can feel the tension boiling over! Marcus challenging the Wolf Pack, arguments about leadership, Polly singing— Eddie, this is one of the most chaotic locker rooms I’ve ever seen before a title defense!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny, that’s what a dominant faction LOOKS like! That’s what a winning team SOUNDS like! Mason isn’t rattled — he’s focused! Marcus is focused! Polly’s… well, Polly’s on her own timeline but she’s focused too!”
Johnny: “I don’t know, Eddie… Mean Jack Mason sounded furious. A champion on the brink of a three-match gauntlet — Robin Hood tonight, Krampus Saturday, Sinister Klaus on Sunday — tensions like that can tear a faction apart!”
Eddie: “No, Johnny, losers fall apart under pressure. Winners? Legends? MEN LIKE MEAN JACK MASON? They thrive in it! Meanwhile Robin Hood’s somewhere brooding in a corner, crying into his little feathered hat.”
Johnny: “Oh come on, Eddie! Robin Hood has never looked more locked-in! He overcame the Demonic Legion, he’s been laser-focused on this championship opportunity—”
Eddie (cutting him off): “And he STILL can’t sing, can’t dance, and can’t get Maid Marion to talk to him! That interview earlier? He dodged more questions than he’s dodged punches lately!”
Johnny: “Regardless, Eddie, this is Robin Hood’s biggest chance yet. He says he’s done with the shadows, done with the past — he wants the North Pole Championship TONIGHT!”
Eddie: “And Mean Jack Mason’s gonna send him right back to the rafters, where sad little bird men belong! He’s not ready for the Primal Horde — he’s not ready for Mason — and he DEFINITELY isn’t ready for three belts staying in the Horde family!”
Johnny: “Well folks, we’re about to find out, because the North Pole Championship is on the line NEXT!
Robin Hood challenges Mean Jack Mason… and with everything boiling backstage, this one could explode at any second!”
Eddie: “GOOD. I LIKE explosions!”
Johnny: “Stay with us — the main event is coming up… right now!”
[Bell rings]
1ST MINUTE
Johnny: “Here we go! MAIN EVENT TIME! The North Pole Championship on the line as Mean Jack Mason charges in—PERSONALITY DISORDER! He hits it already!”
Eddie: “Of course he did, Johnny! He’s the champion! He doesn’t get paid by the hour!”
2ND MINUTE
Johnny: “Robin Hood fires back—Arrow’d End! They’re trading bombs!”
Eddie: “Pin him now, Jack! End this emo archery experiment before he gets dramatic!”
3RD MINUTE
Johnny: “Oh come on! Polly Mason just smashed Robin Hood with that LOADED PURSE!”
Eddie: “Loaded? Loaded with WHAT, Johnny? Hopes? Dreams? Crafts from Hobby Lobby?”
4TH MINUTE
Johnny: “FINAL DIAGNOSIS from Mason—but Robin counters with a pop-up powerbomb! Back and forth they go!”
Eddie: “Yeah but Mason’s elbow is sharper, stronger… better than Robin’s entire personality!”
5TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Therapy Session by Mason—just pummeling Robin Hood in the corner!”
Eddie: “That’s not therapy, Johnny. That’s community service.”
6TH MINUTE
Johnny: “PERSONALITY DISORDER AGAIN! Mason might be looking to end it!”
Eddie: “Oh he IS ending it! Robin Hood’s career AND his love life!”
7TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Another Final Diagnosis—elbow right to the heart of Robin Hood!”
Eddie: “Pretty sure his heart was already broken by Maid Marion, Johnny.”
8TH MINUTE
Johnny: “SHUT-IN SLAM by Mason—another huge impact!”
Eddie: “That one shook the ring AND the rafters where Robin likes to cry!”
9TH MINUTE
Johnny: “And Mason—OH WHAT A LOW BLOW! Come on!”
Eddie: “Legal as long as Honest Abe doesn’t see it! Which is ALWAYS!”
10TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Arrow’d End! Robin Hood NAILS IT! Mason is rocked!”
Eddie: “NO! NO! Somebody cut his bowstring!”
11TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Polly Mason’s dancing on the apron again—distracting the referee!”
Eddie: “She’s got TALENT, Johnny! POETIC talent! That’s culture!”
12TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Robin Hood with the kneecap brainbuster! Mason fires back with another low blow! BOTH men are down!”
Eddie: “Inspirational, Johnny. Truly inspirational cheating.”
13TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Mason’s got the sleeper! He’s squeezing the life out of him!”
Eddie: “GOOD! Put him to SLEEP so he stops brooding!”
14TH MINUTE
Johnny: “ROBIN counters—big pop-up powerbomb! He’s clawing back!”
Eddie: “He’s clawing back to the unemployment line!”
15TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Mason with a HUGE Rude Awakening! Robin Hood is in deep trouble!”
Eddie: “This is what happens when you challenge the Primal Horde on a full moon!”
16TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Robin survives again—amazing resilience here!”
Eddie: “Someone tell him to stay DOWN before he breaks something else!”
17TH MINUTE
Johnny: “MASON! RUDE AWAKENING AGAIN! Nails it flush! Hooks the leg!”
Eddie: “Yes! YES! That’s what a champion looks like, Johnny!”
Johnny: “ONE! TWO! THREE! Mean Jack Mason retains!”
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS ROBIN HOOD VIA PINFALL AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK
CLOSING
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, WHAT a night it’s been here at the North Pole Arena! Mean Jack Mason survives another war, but Eddie… next week… next week is a whole different story.”
Eddie: “Oh absolutely, Johnny! Tonight was just a warm-up. Next week, Mason steps into the ring with a monster! A walking avalanche! A blizzard with fangs! KRAMPUS!”
Johnny: “The Holiday Horror himself returns to Polar Power for a North Pole Title Match like NO OTHER! Krampus—fresh off his terrifying Convergence appearance—gets his shot at the gold!”
Eddie: “And Jack Mason better get that Primal Horde in line, because Krampus doesn’t knock—he breaks doors! You saw what he did last time he set foot in NPCW! The man is a DEMON!”
Johnny: “But Mean Jack Mason has never backed down from a challenge. Three title bouts in nine days—and he’s still standing!”
Eddie: “For now! Next week? Krampus might hang Mason’s spine on his mantle!”
Johnny: “Fans, you do NOT want to miss it—Mean Jack Mason vs. Krampus for the North Pole Championship! The storm is coming to Polar Power!”
Eddie: “And trust me—Mason may be mean… but Krampus is meaner.”
Johnny: “We’ll see you next week! Goodnight from the North Pole!”
ALPHA DEMON
Fade in to the dim, oppressive shadows of the Demonic Legion’s backstage chamber. The room feels colder than the rest of the arena, lit only by a crimson lantern flickering on a battered wooden table.
Papers are scattered everywhere — contracts, match listings, scribbled notes.
Grinch Heyman sits hunched in a rickety chair, his green face pale, worry creasing every wrinkle. His fingers drum anxiously on the table as he rifles through the documents.
The room is empty.
Lilith, Abaddon, and Jack Frost have already retreated to their cavernous lairs.
And Krampus…
Krampus was NOT at the arena tonight.
The Grinch considers that a temporary blessing — tonight’s failures would have surely drawn the Alpha Demon’s fury.
But he knows this reprieve is short-lived.
HEYMAN (muttering)
“Just need one… one good angle… one big diversion… keep him focused… keep him pointed at the Dominion…”
He flips through the contracts faster, sweat dotting his brow.
Suddenly—
THUD.
A heavy weight drops somewhere behind him.
Then the low metallic clatter of chains dragging across stone.
The lantern flame shivers.
A monstrous exhale — hot, humid, ancient — washes down over him from above.
KRAMPUS (voice rumbling like avalanches)
“Helloooo… my little green friend…”
Heyman freezes. His shoulders rise. He doesn’t turn.
Because he knows that voice. Knows what comes with it.
KRAMPUS
“I hear tonight did not go so well…”
Grinch slowly looks up.
Towering over him in the shadows, horns brushing the rafters, the Alpha Demon glows with an infernal red light. His eyes burn like coals. His chains sway, alive, clinking softly as though whispering threats of their own.
Heyman swallows hard.
HEYMAN (stammering)
“N-No, it… it was not, my lord…”
Krampus steps closer, every footfall a seismic event.
KRAMPUS
“I hope… after tonight… you will abandon your little side activities with the heroes of the North.”
The Grinch’s blood runs cold.
KRAMPUS
“The House of Heyman…
is over.”
Heyman’s eyes widen. He goes rigid.
He knows?
Or — worse — how much does Krampus know?
Krampus circles him, chains rattling, breath like the wind of a burning forest.
KRAMPUS (rasping with amusement)
“Your shining red hope, your so-called Guiding Light… Rudolph abandoned you. Crumbled under the Dominion’s boots at Convergence.”
Krampus leans in, his voice low, guttural.
KRAMPUS
“And your blonde pets — Goldie… Dorothy… Alice…
Your little ‘Bimbos of Hope’ —
they fell too.
One by one… to the Dominion.”
Heyman trembles.
KRAMPUS (straightening proudly)
“But who did NOT fall…?”
Heyman cannot answer — terror has stolen his voice.
Krampus gives the answer anyway.
KRAMPUS (snarling triumphantly)
“The Demonic Legion.
My Legion.
We… flourished.”
Heyman’s breath quickens. He dare not make eye contact.
KRAMPUS
“Cut them loose. All of them.
Rudolph.
Your maidens of hope.
And that ridiculous Snake Pit experiment.”
A claw taps the table near Heyman’s trembling hand.
KRAMPUS
“Devote yourself fully to the Legion.”
He stoops down so his glowing eyes are level with Heyman’s.
KRAMPUS
“We will fend off the Dominion for good.
We will crush their arrogance.
And we will take NPCW for OUR darkness.”
His claws click together with anticipation.
KRAMPUS
“Next week’s title match… will be the beginning.”
Heyman finally musters a whisper.
HEYMAN (meek, broken)
“Y-yes… Master…”
Krampus smiles — a terrible sight of fangs and hellfire.
KRAMPUS
“Finish here. Then return to the lair.”
He pats Heyman’s shoulder — a gesture so heavy it nearly drives the Grinch into the table.
KRAMPUS
“We have… MUCH to discuss.”
The Alpha Demon turns, stalking into the shadows. The chains fade. The flames dim.
He is gone.
Heyman waits…
waits…
until the last echo disappears…
Then he collapses back into the chair, sucking in air through clenched teeth.
A tiny, relieved smirk forms.
HEYMAN (whispering to himself):
“The Alpha Demon knows only what I wanted him to know…
and nothing more…”
His eyes glint with scheming intent.
Fade out.
END SCENE.
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