Aired - November 29, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
A Deep Cinematic Voice Opens…
Narrator (booming, warm): “This December… when the snow falls… and the world gathers for wrestling’s greatest holiday spectacular… one man dares to redefine luxury.”
Cut to slow-motion snowfall over the Glacier Plex arena.
Narrator: “In a place where legends collide… where heroes rise… and hot dogs are technically edible… a throne awaits.”
Cinematic reveal of the “Fan Box.”
Soft angelic choir sings as the chair rotates dramatically on a tiny platform.
Narrator: “He dreamed of exclusivity… of power… of being ALONE… in a crowd of thousands.”
Cut to Scrooge, standing heroically in a ridiculous fur-trimmed coat.
Scrooge (whispering intensely): “It’s… beautiful.”
THE FEATURES (played dead serious)
Narrator:
“With handcrafted walls of artisanal… plywood.
A seat forged in the fires of… last-minute budgeting.
And refreshments discounted by a staggering… fifty percent…”
Slow-motion shots of soda can opening, chip bag crinkling, hot dog steaming dramatically.
Narrator: “This December… one fan… will rise… to the peak of holiday privilege.”
Cut to Scrooge shouting through a megaphone: “FOR THE LOW, LOW PRICE OF TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS! Less a PENNY!”
THE TWIST
Cut to intense bass drop.
Narrator: “But luxury… comes at a price.”
The chair wobbles slightly.
A divider panel falls over in slow motion.
Snow machine sputters.
Scrooge (still completely serious): “That means it’s authentic.”
THE FINAL SELL
Narrator (epic, emotional):
“This Christmas… don’t settle for ordinary.
Don’t settle for comfort… or value… or sanity.
Choose the Fan Box.
Choose greatness.
Choose… Scrooge.”
Scrooge steps into frame like a dramatic holiday protagonist.
Scrooge (hand over heart):
“And remember…
’Tis the season…
to spend wildly.”
Narrator:
“The Fan Box — December 20 and 21.
One seat.
One dream.
No refunds.”
Scrooge (offscreen):
“NONE!”
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:
Sinister Klaus heading to the ring on his chariot led by his SLAY TEAM.
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
Live from the North Pole Arena – November 29
OPENING SHOT — THE CROWD
The Polar Power theme hits! Snow-white pyro blasts from the stage as camera cranes sweep across a packed, roaring North Pole Arena.
Fans jump, chant, and hold signs for their favorites:
For Santa Claus
“SANTA 316 — I BRING THE CHEER!”
“BELIEVE AGAIN!”
“CLAUS COUNTRY!”
For Mean Jack Mason
“MASON’S MAYHEM TOUR 2025”
“THE NORTH POLE IS MASON COUNTRY!”
“HORDES UP!” vests everywhere
For Negropolis
“NEGROPOLIS + FLIPPERS = UNSTOPPABLE”
“PROUD DISCIPLE OF NEGROPOLIS”
“MISFITS 4 LIFE”
For King Arthur & Champions of Camelot
“FOR HONOR! FOR CAMELOT!”
“LANCELOT 4 LIFE!”
Multiple knight helmets flashing in the lights
For Van Helsing
“BRING THE FANGS!”
“HUNTER OF THE DOMINION!”
Red sunglasses and dark coats throughout the front row
The arena is electric.
ANNOUNCE DESK — JOHNNY & EDDIE
Camera cuts to Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington at ringside.
JOHNNY: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to POLAR POWER! We are LIVE from the legendary North Pole Arena, and if you thought last week was big — TONIGHT might be even bigger!”
EDDIE: “It’s ALREADY bigger! Because I’m here! And because every single one of MY picks tonight is going to win, Johnny. Every one!”
TOP STORIES OF THE NIGHT
JOHNNY: “We start with the headline: Mean Jack Mason is running the most grueling gauntlet of his entire reign. Last week he defended the North Pole Championship against Robin Hood… tonight he faces Krampus… and TOMORROW on Chill Factor he gets a shot at Sinister Klaus’s Universal Title!”
EDDIE: “Mason’s a machine, Johnny! A mean, violent machine! But tonight? Krampus might be the one monster even HE can’t outfight.”
JOHNNY: “We are officially on the Road to Nightmare at the North Pole! We know Yeti has earned a North Pole Title shot… Rich Athlete will face Van Helsing or Sandman… and next weekend the challengers for the Queen of the North Championship will be determined! If Lilith survives her defense next week, she goes to NANP.”
EDDIE: “Lilith will prove to Moonshadow why she is the Queen and meet either Snow White or Luciana at NANP.”
JOHNNY: “And later tonight — the NPCW Tag Team Champions The Beasts meet the NEW duo of Kris Kringle and ‘The Guiding Light’ Rudolph!”
EDDIE: “Ridiculous! The Beasts are unstoppable! Rudolph and Old Man Kris don’t stand a chance!”
JOHNNY: “Kris Kringle is not old.”
EDDIE: “Sure he isn’t. And I suppose Santa’s 23.”
TONIGHT’S MATCH RUNDOWN
1. Negropolis vs. Jack Frost
EDDIE: “Oh PLEASE, Johnny — Jack Frost ALL THE WAY! Negropolis is a walking eyeliner commercial. Frost is gonna put that spooky fog machine back in storage.”
2. Frankenstein’s Monster vs. Hansel
EDDIE: “Look, I LOVE Hansel… as a snack. Frank wins. Easily.”
3. Virtuous Blades (Sir Gawain & Sir Galahad) vs. The Polar Bears
EDDIE: “The Bears are back, baby! Camelot’s going DOWN.”
JOHNNY: “You say that every time—Camelot keeps proving you wrong!”
4. Queens of Punishment vs. Beauty & The Beast
EDDIE: “Viper and Duchess are going to RECONSTRUCT those two. Beauty and the Beast? More like Beauty and the Broken.”
5. Snow White vs. Moon Silver
EDDIE: “I pick Moon Silver! She’s faster, stronger, smarter, and she doesn’t need woodland critters to save her.”
JOHNNY: “They’ve helped before!”
6. Crimson Vane vs. Rosalyn the Queen of Thorns
EDDIE: “I’m going with ROSALYN. Toughest thorn in the garden! Crimson Vane’s good — Rosalyn’s nasty.”
7. The Beasts vs. Kris Kringle & Rudolph
EDDIE: “The Champions crush. Rudolph’s nose isn’t saving him tonight.”
JOHNNY: “Kringle and Rudolph might surprise you!”
MAIN EVENT — NORTH POLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Mean Jack Mason (c) vs. Krampus
EDDIE: “I’m picking KRAMPUS! Mason’s great — I respect him — but Krampus is a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL of monster tonight.”
JOHNNY: “This is going to be brutal, unpredictable, and unforgettable.”
JOHNNY: “NPCW Universe, buckle up — Episode 035 starts RIGHT NOW!”
EDDIE:“And if you don’t like my picks… that’s a YOU problem!”
Camera zooms out as the Commissioner’s Logo flashes on the screen.
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The camera cuts to the upper-level suite overlooking the arena — the polished wood, rich green carpeting, and gold-trimmed holly wreaths marking it unmistakably as the working throne room of NPCW management.
Commissioner Bob Cratchit sits behind his ornate desk, stacks of papers to one side, a steaming mug of peppermint cocoa to the other. He rubs his temples — the fatigue of weeks of interpromotional chaos showing.
Ebenezer Scrooge, Special Advisor, paces briskly across the room like a restless accountant-turned-warlord, muttering numbers and grievances under his breath.
On the velvet couch, Ms. Sweetins maintains dignified composure, legs crossed, clipboard balanced on her knee. Beside her sits the Chill Factor General Manager Alton Bell, arms folded, absorbing the room like someone wondering why the holidays always bring the drama.
Across from them, Buddy the Elf — Acting Director of Rules and Regulations — holds the official NPCW rulebook with the reverence of sacred scripture.
Opposite him stands Fenwick Grimbough, former director, now manager of Grim Tidings, clutching an enormous, dusty, leather-bound tome that looks like it predates organized wrestling entirely.
Fenwick (thrusting his tome forward dramatically): “As per Regulation 792.1, subsection C — the scheduled match between Sinister Klaus and Mean Jack Mason is strictly forbidden! The rule CLEARLY states—”
Buddy (calm, firm, adjusting glasses): “Fenwick… with all due respect… the regulations YOU wrote were reviewed by the KWO Regulations Committee. And… uh… most of them were rejected or deemed ‘questionable in legal intent.’”
Fenwick (scandalized): “Questionable!? That committee wouldn’t know a proper clause if it danced the polka in front of them!”
Buddy (smiling politely): “The tome you’re holding is out of date. Ninety percent of your regulations were removed. Especially the ones involving ‘mandatory tribute candy’ to the Director of Rules…”
Fenwick: “OUTRAGEOUS SLANDER!”
Bob Cratchit rises from his chair, authoritative but patient.
Cratchit (cutting Fenwick off): “Fenwick — enough. Tomorrow night’s match stands. Sinister Klaus WILL defend the Universal Championship against Mean Jack Mason. And to be clear—”
(He points directly at Fenwick’s book.)
“—only the Universal Title is on the line. Mason’s North Pole Championship is NOT part of the match.”
Fenwick’s face curdles into a snarl.
Fenwick: “You haven’t heard the last of this, Cratchit…”
He shoots a look to Scrooge for backup. Scrooge simply shrugs, offering a helpless, almost amused smirk.
Fenwick storms out, slamming the heavy door behind him.
Cratchit exhales. His phone rings. He answers — barely audible static hisses through the speaker.
Cratchit: “Hello? Who—? You’re breaking up, I can’t—”
He puts it on speaker. Everyone leans in.
A garbled French-Canadian accent struggles through:
Voice (static-warped): “—Pierre Boulay… calling from… HCW… about… Luciana Albano—cannot… December 7… Snow… White…”
Ms. Sweetins sits up sharply.
Scrooge (leaning forward, business mode engaged): “We can reschedule, of course… for a substantial penalty fee—”
Ms. Sweetins (cutting him off coldly): “Mr. Scrooge — with respect — the Women’s Division is my authority. If Luciana cannot fulfill her scheduled commitment, she forfeits her position.”
She turns toward the speaker.
Ms. Sweetins: “Mr. Boulay, your client fails to appear — Snow White advances to Nightmare at the North Pole.”
There’s a brief sputter of static.
Boulay’s voice: “—unfortunate… will… inform her…”
The call disconnects.
Scrooge opens his mouth to object — but the door CRASHES open before he can.
In stride Goldie Locks, flanked by Dorothy of Oz and Alice of Wonderland. Their presence floods the room with sudden energy.
Scrooge (indignant): “What in the Dickens—!? You can’t just barge into the Commissioner’s Suite!”
Goldie (fire in her eyes): “We’re here because you just handed Snow White a free ride to NANP! That’s not fair to the women busting their tails every week. If Luciana’s out — put ME in. I’ll face Snow White myself.”
Scrooge bursts into laughter.
Scrooge: “Oh, please! You? Goldie, you’ve barely performed at a level deserving anything lately!”
Goldie steps closer, jaw tightening.
Goldie: “I BEAT Moonshadow earlier this month. I’ve been working harder than ever. And I’m done being dismissed.”
Dorothy places a hand on Goldie’s shoulder, supportive. Alice nods fiercely.
The room quiets. Ms. Sweetins studies Goldie closely — really looking at her.
Then… a small, approving smile forms.
Ms. Sweetins: “Goldie Locks… I see something in you tonight I haven’t seen in a while.”
She rises from the couch.
Ms. Sweetins: “You want the opportunity? You’ve GOT it. You will face Snow White next week. Winner goes to Nightmare at the North Pole.”
Goldie’s eyes widen — fire and determination igniting.
Goldie: “I won’t let you down.”
Dorothy and Alice beam with pride.
Scrooge throws his hands up.
Scrooge: “Fine! Fine! But don’t expect ME to clean up the mess!”
Cratchit sighs, but allows himself a faint smile.
Fade out.
JOHNNY: “What a MASSIVE ruling from Commissioner Cratchit and Ms. Sweetins! Goldie Locks steps in — Snow White versus Goldie NEXT WEEK, winner goes to Nightmare at the North Pole!”
EDDIE: “I can’t believe this! First Fenwick gets shut down — THANK GOODNESS — and NOW Goldie gets a golden ticket?! Johnny, this is chaos! I LOVE IT!”
JOHNNY: “And remember — tomorrow night on Chill Factor: Mason versus Sinister Klaus is ON, Universal Title on the line!”
EDDIE: “Yeah, and if Klaus loses, I say we ban Fenwick from rulebooks permanently. That thing he carries is older than Merlin!”
Johnny laughs as the match graphic for MATCH 1 appears.
[BELL RINGS]
JOHNNY: “We’re kicking off the in-ring action tonight with a big one—Negropolis, climbing the ladder these past several weeks, looking to keep that momentum going! Eddie, this man has made it clear he wants Mean Jack Mason’s North Pole Championship!”
EDDIE: “Oh please, Johnny! Negropolis isn’t climbing the ladder—he’s falling off it! Jack Frost is going to send this gloomy gargoyle back to whatever thrift-store crypt he crawled out of.”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis wasting no time—Father MacDougall giving him a quick pep talk on the apron! Trying to get his protégé fired up—”
EDDIE: “Doesn’t matter! Frost shuts him down immediately. You can’t psyche up someone who doesn’t HAVE a psyche!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis fires back! Big barrage, Ace pointing out a weakness in Jack Frost—and Frost answers with the ARCTIC BLAST! They’re trading early!”
EDDIE: “Frost hits harder, Johnny! Those knuckles are like chilled granite! Negropolis is gonna chip a tooth.”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “Both men circling… Jack Frost again with that ARCTIC BLAST! Negropolis tries to defend—no luck!”
EDDIE: “Two blasts in three minutes! Frost is carving this guy up like an ice sculpture!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis answers with a sharp THRUST KICK—Frost comes off the ropes—ICE STORM! Flying elbow drop right onto the ribcage!”
EDDIE: “That’s what happens when you let Frost get airborne—snowstorms EVERYWHERE!”
5th Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis catches Frost—DRAGON SUPLEX! Beautiful bridge!”
EDDIE: “HEYMAN! That’s strategy! Stealing Negropolis’s gear bag? That’s called psychological warfare! Totally legal… probably!”
6th Minute
JOHNNY: “Jack Frost with the ICY EDGE chop—Negropolis absorbs it but that echoed through the arena!”
EDDIE: “That’s winter on a chest cavity, Johnny!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “Oh come on! Heyman just smashed Negropolis with that mobile phone!”
EDDIE: “That’s a company-issued phone, Johnny! He’s testing durability!”
8th Minute
JOHNNY: “Frost lands the ICE STORM again—MacDougall shouting to the ref, pointing out the illegal shot earlier!”
EDDIE: “Ignore him, Abe! Ace is just jealous Heyman’s phone plan has better coverage!”
9th Minute
JOHNNY: “SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS—WAIT! Negropolis REVERSES IT! SNAP SUPLEX! Into a pin—1! 2!—Frost kicks out!”
EDDIE: “Too early! Frost can go for HOURS, Johnny. Negropolis can’t even go for minutes.”
10th Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis tries the DOOM BOMB—countered! Frost slaps on the FROSTBITE CLUTCH!”
EDDIE: “TAP! TAP! TAP! … Oh come ON, Negropolis, give up already!”
11th Minute
JOHNNY: “Jack Frost tries the SNOWSTORM SLEEPER—Negropolis neutralizes it! Great defensive work!”
EDDIE: “He probably fell asleep from boredom, Johnny!”
12th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another SNOWSTORM SLEEPER—Negropolis struggling—NO submission!”
EDDIE: “Of course no submission, Johnny! Negropolis is too stubborn to pass out properly!”
13th Minute
JOHNNY: “Frost with the ICY EDGE—pin attempt! NO—Negropolis reverses! Rolls through—1! 2!—Frost escapes!”
EDDIE: “If Negropolis won there, I’d demand a recount!”
14th Minute
JOHNNY: “Heyman distracting Negropolis—Abe trying to sort it out!”
EDDIE: “Heyman is providing commentary, Johnny! It’s called free speech!”
15th Minute
JOHNNY: “SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS… Negropolis takes the full brunt of it!”
EDDIE: “Why does he keep letting that happen? Does Negropolis enjoy flipping?!”
16th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS—Frost is relentless!”
EDDIE: “Frost is a machine! Cold, efficient, and full of rage! My kind of guy.”
17th Minute
JOHNNY: “Father MacDougall shouting at the ref—Jack Frost looks confused—Negropolis capitalizes! Big shot!”
EDDIE: “That’s cheating! I don’t like when OTHER people cheat!”
18th Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis THROWS Frost out of the ring—but Frost nails that ICY EDGE on the way down! He barely beats the count!”
EDDIE: “He knows the rules, Johnny! Frost is a scholar!”
19th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another THROW OUT OF THE RING by Negropolis—Frost answers with SNOWDRIFT SCISSORS!”
EDDIE: “He could headscissor this guy all night!”
20th Minute
JOHNNY: “ARCTIC BLAST connects again! Negropolis is staggering!”
EDDIE: “One more of those and Negropolis will melt into a puddle!”
21st Minute
JOHNNY: “Negropolis goes airborne—countered—but COUNTERS the counter! ARM WHIP OF DOOM! Frost is stunned!”
EDDIE: “That shouldn’t count! He surprised Frost by doing something competent!”
22nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Heyman—HEYMAN JUST CHOKED NEGROPOLIS WITH AN ELECTRICAL CORD! Honest Abe sees it—HE CALLS FOR THE BELL! JACK FROST IS DISQUALIFIED!”
EDDIE: “Oh come on! That’s not a choke—that’s an… aggressive winter scarf!”
JOHNNY: “It was blatant! Negropolis wins by disqualification!”
NEGROPOLIS DEFEATS JACK FROST VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 22 MINUTE MARK
OBSIDIAN COVENANT
[CAMERA ON RING]
The lights dim to an eerie teal glow. Thick fog rolls across the entrance stage as the bass-heavy, echoing theme of the Obsidian Covenant hits.
Out step:
Negropolis — towering, silent, shoulders squared like a living shadow, long coat flowing behind him, skull mask glistening,.
Disciple of Negropolis I & II — expressionless masked specters flanking him.
Father Ace MacDougall — bearded, jovial, intimidating, wearing clerical black with mystical embellishments.
Flippers the Penguin — stomping toward the ring, tiny wings clenched like fists.
A single spotlight centers in the ring where Smooth Samantha awaits, mic in hand, poised and professional.
SAMANTHA: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the Obsidian Covenant. Negropolis, Ace MacDougall, Disciples… and Flippers.”
Flippers stands on his flippers, puffing himself up proudly.
SAMANTHA: “Negropolis, last week and tonight you’ve made it clear you’re climbing the ranks. The question the entire NPCW Universe wants answered is… what exactly is your ultimate goal?”
Negropolis tilts his head slowly, letting the silence weigh. Then—
Father Ace MacDougall steps forward, slapping a large hand across Negropolis’s armored shoulder.
FATHER MACDOUGALL: (Thick Scottish accent, warm but menacing) “Aye, lass, ye ask the question every worried wee soul in this arena’s been whisperin’…”
He gestures broadly to the crowd.
“Negropolis doesnae come tae play games. He’s no’ here for autographs, cocoa, or any o’ yer holiday cheer… oh no.”
He plants his feet.
“He’s here for vengeance. Pure, obsidian vengeance.”
The crowd stirs.
FATHER MACDOUGALL: “Many moons ago he stood beside a man who called himself Madman Mason. A partner. A brother in mayhem. The Misfits o’ Mayhem, they were! A team forged in chaos—but broken by betrayal.”
Negropolis clenches a fist.
The Disciples bow their heads.
Flippers lowers his beak sadly.
ACE MACDOUGALL: “And now, Mason struts around like he’s the king o’ the North Pole, carryin’ that shiny North Pole Championship like it’s the crown jewels o’ Scotland!”
He roars:
“But that title… that very symbol o’ Mason’s pride… is the key tae bringin’ him doon!”
Negropolis steps forward, voice deep like cracking ice.
NEGROPOLIS: “In the dark… all debts come due.”
A hush falls.
NEGROPOLIS: “Mason turned his back on the brotherhood we forged. Now… the Obsidian Covenant will break HIM… piece by piece.”
He looks directly into the camera.
NEGROPOLIS: “And I will take the North Pole Title… from his shattered hands.”
Flippers pounds the mat twice in agreement.
SAMANTHA: “Negropolis… you’re saying your path leads straight through the North Pole Champion—Mean Jack Mason?”
Father MacDougall grins like a man who loves trouble.
FATHER MACDOUGALL:“Aye! Straight through him, lass! Straight through the whole Primal Horde! And if Mason’s watchin’, I hope he ken’s—”
THE PRIMAL HORDE’S THEME HITS
The crowd erupts as Mean Jack Mason storms onto the stage with:
Polly Mason
The Beasts (tag champions, snarling and pounding fists)
Marcus the Beastmaster (brandishing his whip staff)
Mason walks with swagger, fury, and total disrespect.
Flippers’ beak drops. He looks heartbroken… then hides behind Ace’s leg.
MASON ENTERS
He climbs into the ring with zero hesitation, walking right up to Negropolis.
MASON: “Well, WELL, if it isn’t my old tag team partner… the discount Halloween decoration himself.”
Crowd gasps.
MASON: “You came out here talkin’ about revenge? About takin’ MY North Pole Championship? Buddy—”
He taps Negropolis’s chest armor.
“—you couldn’t even stand in my snow-covered boots, much less take my gold.”
Ace steps up—
Mason steps around him, refusing to acknowledge him.
MASON: “You beat a couple mid-carders the past few weeks and suddenly you think you’re a contender? That’s adorable. Truly.”
He turns to Samantha, smirking.
MASON: “Samantha, write this down for history—if Negropolis wants a shot at me, he better start beatin’ actual superstars. Not ring-crew rejects. Not these two mime statues.”
He gestures to the Disciples, who stare blankly.
MASON: “And DEFINITELY not that stuffed-animal sidekick.”
Flippers looks devastated and waddles behind Ace, peeking out with sad eyes.
FATHER MACDOUGALL (furious): “Listen here, ye swaggerin’ gobshite—!”
MASON (over him): “Oh pipe down, Big Mac. I didn’t ask for the McScotland commentary.”
Crowd reacts LOUDLY.
MASON: “Negropolis, if you think you’re gettin’ anywhere NEAR my title, you better watch real closely tonight—because I’m about to destroy Krampus, a REAL monster. A headline name. Not a mood-lighting enthusiast with anger issues.”
Negropolis steps closer, staring straight through him.
The arena goes silent.
NEGROPOLIS (deep growl): “Tonight… I watch. Soon… I take.”
MASON: “Yeah? Well when you take… make sure it’s a number. Because that’s the closest you’re gettin’ to the front of the line.”
He turns to leave with the Primal Horde, giving Flippers one last insulting glance.
Flippers sniffles loudly.
Polly Mason points at Flippers and laughs cruelly.
THE STAREDOWN
Negropolis and Mason lock eyes as the Horde exits.
The crowd is split—half roaring, half booing.
The Obsidian Covenant forms up behind Negropolis, the image of a gathering storm.
Fade to black.
[BELL RINGS]
JOHNNY: “Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! Our second match of the night pits Hansel of the Hunter’s Enclave against Frankenstein’s Monster of Monster’s Bash — one of the most imposing figures in NPCW!”
EDDIE: “Imposing? Johnny, he’s a walking apocalypse! Hansel should’ve stayed in the gingerbread house where he belongs!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “Monster starts things off with that DEADWEIGHT DROP — the sheer impact rattled the ring! But Hansel grabs the legs — BOSTON CRAB! Hansel’s trying to tap out the Monster early!”
EDDIE: “He could apply that all night and Frankenstein wouldn’t notice, Johnny! That man’s lower back is made of industrial steel!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Hansel grabs a quick FRONT FACELOCK — tightening the pressure!”
EDDIE: “Oh sure, great strategy — try to choke out something that hasn’t breathed since the 1800s!”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “Monster goes for the DEADWEIGHT DROP again — but Hansel REVERSES! Flying Forearm connects and Monster stumbles!”
EDDIE: “Miracles DO happen, Johnny. Hansel hit one offensive move!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “Dr. Frankenstein on the outside distracting Honest Abe—”
EDDIE: “He’s reminding the ref of SCIENCE, Johnny! Science is important!”
JOHNNY: “Hansel hits another Flying Forearm, but Monster takes the shot and keeps coming!”
5th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another Deadweight Drop—Hansel answers with a Front Facelock! These two are going hold for hold tonight!”
EDDIE: “And trust me, one of them is better at it — the EIGHT-FOOT ONE!”
6th Minute
JOHNNY: “Dr. Frankenstein distracting Abe again—Hansel rolls into a Spinning Toe Hold!”
EDDIE: “Why is Hansel focusing on Monster’s feet? Those boots weigh more than he does!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “Monster tries the Deadweight Drop again—reversed! Hansel hits a Belly-to-Belly! He’s using the Monster’s momentum!”
EDDIE: “That’s not momentum — that’s gravity doing him a favor!”
8th Minute
JOHNNY: “Monster landing the STITCHED SLAM — Hansel answers with a Dropkick! Neither man giving an inch!”
EDDIE: “Hansel shouldn’t be giving an inch — he should be giving up!”
9th Minute
JOHNNY: “Hansel neutralizes that HEAVY HAND smash—impressive counter!”
EDDIE: “I didn’t know Hansel trained with brick walls!”
10th Minute
JOHNNY: “THE FLAT LINER! Monster nearly drove Hansel THROUGH the canvas! But Hansel fires back with a Spine Crusher!!”
EDDIE: “No way Hansel hits that move without divine intervention!”
11th Minute
JOHNNY: “THE BOLT DRIVER! Hansel somehow belly-to-belly’s the Monster again!”
EDDIE: “How!? HOW is Hansel suplexing this man?! Check the ring for anti-grav devices!”
12th Minute
JOHNNY: “Monster with another HEAVY HAND — Hansel Dropkicks him right back! This is a slugfest and a half!”
EDDIE: “Great, Johnny. Hansel’s angered the Monster. Rookie mistake!”
13th Minute
JOHNNY: “Elbow Drop from the Monster! Hansel throws another belly-to-belly!”
EDDIE: “Stop suplexing him! He gains power from it! He was BUILT in a LAB!”
14th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another Deadweight Drop — that’s FOUR tonight — Hansel with the Dropkick counter!”
EDDIE: “How is Hansel still moving?!”
15th Minute
JOHNNY: “Deadweight Drop AGAIN! Hansel tried to block it but couldn’t—Monster flattening him repeatedly!”
EDDIE: “It’s like watching someone fight a refrigerator with fists!”
16th Minute
JOHNNY: “Hansel with another Boston Crab — Monster refuses to tap!”
EDDIE: “He doesn’t HAVE a tap function, Johnny!”
17th Minute
JOHNNY: “Elbow Drop connects—Hansel collapses under the pressure!”
EDDIE: “That’s right! Stay down! It’s safer there!”
18th Minute
JOHNNY: “Dr. Frankenstein distracting Honest Abe AGAIN—Monster HAMMERS Hansel! Hooks the leg!”
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!!
JOHNNY: “That’s it! Frankenstein’s Monster gets the victory!”
EDDIE: “Of COURSE he does! What did Hansel think was going to happen — that he’d SLAY the Monster? Not tonight! Not EVER!”
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER DEFEATS HANSEL VIA PINFALL AT THE 18 MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH SCENE – THE DEMONIC DECREE
Frankenstein’s Monster stands in the center of the ring, chest heaving, fists clenched, victorious. Dr. Frankenstein slides into the ring, cackling madly, raising Monster’s arm with wild pride.
DR. FRANKENSTEIN: “Yes! YES! Another glorious triumph for SCIENCE! My creation is unstoppable! The Alpha Monster is—”
The lights suddenly flicker.
A deep bass hum resonates through the arena.
Dark clouds of mist begin to swirl at the top of the ramp.
The audience murmurs in anticipation.
A chilling wail echoes through the speakers.
JOHNNY: “Oh no… that sound… that’s—”
From the mist emerges Queen of the North Champion Lilith, her crimson eyes glowing, shadows licking at her heels like living flames. Beside her steps the towering, hulking figure of Abaddon, Demon of Destruction, breathing in slow, monstrous snarls.
Frankenstein’s Monster turns toward them, instinctively bracing.
Dr. Frankenstein’s expression shifts from triumph to Something Very Bad Is About To Happen.
Lilith raises a clawed hand, the mist swirling around her like a cloak.
LILITH’S DECLARATION
LILITH: “Monster’s Bash…”
Her voice echoes unnaturally, layered with demonic resonance.
LILITH: “Your time… is OVER.”
She gestures toward the ring with a talon-like finger.
LILITH: “You claim to be monsters. You claim to carry destruction in your hands… but you know NOTHING of destruction.”
She motions to Abaddon, who steps forward, pounding his chest with a thunderous BOOM.
LILITH: “There is only one force of ruin in this realm. One bringer of annihilation. And that force… is a DEMON.”
The crowd erupts in a mixture of awe and fear.
LILITH: “The Demonic Legion decrees this: The age of the Monster’s Bash… has come to its END.”
DR. FRANKENSTEIN STRIKES BACK
Dr. Frankenstein straightens his lab coat, eyes wild, finger shaking like he just drank a gallon of espresso.
DR. FRANKENSTEIN: “Hah! Bold words from an underworld enchantress! But if your… your hulking demon brute thinks he can stand against my ALPHA MONSTER—”
He points directly at Abaddon.
DR. FRANKENSTEIN: “—then perhaps he should step into MY RING!
Tomorrow night! On Chill Factor!”
The crowd pops BIG.
Abaddon cracks his neck… then steps forward, extending a single finger toward the ring, marking his acceptance.
Lilith smiles—sharp and predatory.
LILITH: “So be it. Tomorrow… destruction chooses its rightful champion.”
The lights CRASH to black.
When they flick back on—Lilith and Abaddon are gone, the mist dissipating.
Frankenstein’s Monster growls defiantly in their direction while Dr. Frankenstein pumps his fists, half-terrified, half-ecstatic.
JOHNNY: “Oh my goodness, Eddie! Tomorrow night on Chill Factor—Abaddon versus Frankenstein’s Monster! That is HUGE! We are talking about two of the most terrifying forces in NPCW colliding!”
EDDIE: “Huge!? Johnny, that’s a natural disaster waiting to happen! That’s a cosmic EVENT! That’s—why didn’t they warn us!? I need hazard pay!”
JOHNNY: “Monster’s Bash versus the Demonic Legion — the fate of the word monster might be decided tomorrow night!”
EDDIE: “I’ll tell you what it decides, Johnny — who pays for the repairs after they break the ring, the ramp, the arena, and possibly the North Pole itself!”
JOHNNY: “Folks, buckle up — the road to Nightmare at the North Pole just got a whole lot darker!”
[BELL RINGS]
JOHNNY: “Alright folks, we’ve got tag team action lined up—The Virtuous Blades of Camelot taking on the always-dangerous Polar Bears! And look at Merlin at ringside—he’s practically buzzing with enchantments tonight!”
EDDIE: “Buzzing? Johnny, that old wizard is one bad sneeze away from turning someone into a pumpkin. The Polar Bears don’t need magic—they’re walking wrecking balls!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “Oh my—right off the bat Polar Bear 1 AND 2 storm the ring! MASSIVE Full Nelson from Bear 1—Arctic Avalanche in the corner from Bear 2! A double-team ambush!”
EDDIE: “They call that teamwork, Johnny! Or as I call it—Bear hospitality!”
JOHNNY: “But Galahad somehow rebounds with that picture-perfect Shooting Star Press!”
EDDIE: “Yeah, and the Bears bounced him like a rubber ball!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Neckbreaker from Polar Bear 1—Galahad hits a reverse bulldog! These two are heating up!”
EDDIE: “Polar Bear 1 hits harder! Those paws aren’t just for show!”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “MASSIVE PUNCH WITH PAW! Galahad absorbs it—Bear tags out!”
EDDIE: “And wisely so! Tag in the fresh Bear and keep the pain cycle going!”
4th Minute – 6th Minute (Double Team Onslaught)
JOHNNY: “Oh no—MORE double teaming! Blizzard Slam by Bear 2—Eye Rake by Bear 1—Galahad can’t breathe!”
EDDIE: “I LOVE IT! Camelot’s getting a geography lesson—this is what happens when you bring a sword to a snowstorm!”
JOHNNY: “Another Eye Rake! And Galahad still firing back with a Leg Hook Suplex!”
EDDIE: “Suplex a Bear? Sure. But it’s still a Bear, Johnny! It doesn’t stay down long!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “Northern Lights Drop from Bear 2! Galahad answers with a Pele Kick!”
EDDIE: “Tag out, Galahad! Run! Save yourself—too late, here comes Sir Gawain!”
8th Minute – Camelot Double Team
JOHNNY: “NOW the Blades double team! Cloverleaf from Gawain—Suplex from Galahad!”
EDDIE: “Oh so THAT’S legal now? When THEY do it it’s ‘heroic coordination.’ When the Bears do it everyone cries! Give me a break!”
JOHNNY: “Polar Bear 1 with a HUGE Backbreaker to shut it down!”
9th – 11th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Polar Bear 1 hammering Gawain—Neckbreaker—Massive Punch—going for the early pin—NO, Gawain kicks out!”
EDDIE: “He shouldn’t have! Stay down before you get frostbitten!”
12th – 13th Minutes (More Double Teams)
JOHNNY: “Double team again—Arctic Avalanche AND Backbreaker combo! Galahad is getting mauled out there!”
EDDIE: “Well he’s the ‘Chosen One’ right? He chose pain!”
JOHNNY: “But Galahad fires back with The Chosen Fall! 630 Senton!”
EDDIE: “That should be illegal! That’s not a move—that’s falling stylishly!”
14th Minute
JOHNNY: “Flying Body Splash! Galahad nearly pins Bear 2!”
EDDIE: “Nearly doesn’t count! Especially with Bears!”
15th Minute – Merlin Interferes
JOHNNY: “Merlin throws flash powder! The ref’s distracted—Polar Bear 2 with a BLIZZARD SLAM!”
EDDIE: “That’s what you get for trying party tricks on Bears! They DON’T CARE.”
16th – 17th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Michinoku Driver from Galahad—tags out to Gawain!”
EDDIE: “Here comes Sir Gawain—Sir Never-Shuts-Up—I hope the Bears smack him too!”
JOHNNY: “Merlin tries to interfere again—but Bear 2 FIGHTS OFF THE MAGIC!”
EDDIE: “That Bear has a +10 resistance to spells!”
18th – 20th Minutes (Triple Round Bear Double Team)
JOHNNY: “Arctic Avalanche! Polar Clutch! Gawain is being TORTURED!”
EDDIE: “Hah! The knight is being de-knighted!”
JOHNNY: “Fallaway Slam from Gawain—trying to survive—but another Eye Rake from Bear 1!”
EDDIE: “Who needs honor when you have claws!?”
21st – 22nd Minutes
JOHNNY: “Blizzard Slam! Merlin tries a curse—NO effect!”
EDDIE: “Because BEARS, Johnny! They fear nothing!”
JOHNNY: “Pin attempt—Galahad breaks it up! White Noise reversal—Northern Lights Drop from Bear 2!”
EDDIE: “Camelot is CRUMBLING!”
23rd – 25th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Backbreaker reversed again—Primal Growl stuns Gawain!”
EDDIE: “That’s the sound of dominance!”
JOHNNY: “Gawain fighting back—another Backbreaker!”
EDDIE: “Stop kicking out! Stop fighting back! Accept the Bear!”
26th – 27th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Neckbreaker! Big kick out from Gawain—even after ANOTHER pin attempt!”
EDDIE: “Someone tell Camelot to surrender!”
JOHNNY: “Cloverleaf applied! Bear 1 refuses to submit!”
EDDIE: “Honor means nothing to a Bear!”
28th Minute – FINISH
JOHNNY: “SNOWSTORM SPIN! Bear 2 with the spinning side slam! Cover!”
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!!
JOHNNY: “That’s it! The Polar Bears take the win in a brutal, marathon match!”
EDDIE: “OF COURSE THEY DID! Did you SEE that? Two majestic apex predators devouring a couple of medieval cosplay enthusiasts! BEAUTIFUL!”
POLAR BEARS DEFEAT THE VIRTUOUS BLADES WHEN POLAR BEAR 2 PINS SIR GAWAIN AT THE 28 MINUTE MARK.
PRIMAL HORDE ROARS
The camera enters the Primal Horde’s domain — a backstage room lit dimly with red bulbs, animal pelts on the walls, a heavy metal soundtrack humming faintly in the background.
Standing center frame:
Mean Jack Mason, North Pole Champion — shirtless, chain around his neck, title belt draped confidently across his shoulder.
Beside him: Polly Mason, his sister, eyes wild, face painted like a deranged banshee, humming to herself.
To the side stand the Beasts, silent and looming, heads lowered like chained ogres ready to snap.
Behind them, arms folded like a 90s enforcer, is Marcus the Beastmaster, scowling.
Smooth Samantha steps in with a mic, polished and professional.
SAMANTHA: “Ladies and gentlemen, Smooth Samantha here with the North Pole Champion Mean Jack Mason and the entire Primal Horde. Jack — tonight you defend your North Pole Title against Krampus. And tomorrow, on Chill Factor, you challenge Sinister Klaus for the Universal Championship. How do you prepare for two monsters in two days?”
Jack grins — that dangerous, swaggering grin.
MASON: “Samantha… Samantha… the REAL question is: How do Krampus and Sinister Klaus prepare… for ME?”
He taps his championship.
MASON: “This right here? The North Pole Title? This is the number one title in NPCW. You can shine up Klaus’s Universal belt all you want — but THIS belt is the one that proves who runs the North. Who runs the snow. Who runs the fight. And spoiler alert? That’s me, Jack Mason.”
He adjusts the belt and steps closer.
MASON: “Krampus thinks he’s a demon of rage? I’ve beaten rage. I’ve fought madness. I AM the storm. And Klaus? Klaus is a smug little holiday-themed Hollywood wannabe who’s held onto that title because nobody’s been able to walk through the fire to reach him.”
He smirks. “Well guess what? I am the fire.”
POLLY’S SONG OF MAYHEM
Polly jumps in front of Jack, twirling like a gleeful villainess.
POLLY (singing in a mock-angelic tone):
🎵
“Ohhhh, Krampus thinks he’s scary,
But Mason makes him wary!
Snap his horns and break his bones,
Send him cryin’ to his demon home!
And Klaaaaus — oh Klaus — with his fancy belt,
Jack’ll slap him so hard his ego’ll melt!
The Horde is strong, the Horde is right,
Jack beats ’em both on back-to-back nights!”
🎵
She finishes with jazz hands.
The Beasts nod approvingly — emotionless approval, but approval nonetheless.
Samantha attempts to continue, but—
ENTER: THE GUIDING FORCE
Rudolph enters first — calm, confident.
Behind him, Kris Kringle steps in — broad-shouldered, composed, eyes sharp. His coat is trimmed in old-world leather and fur: not Santa, but something older, sterner.
The Horde shifts. The energy tightens.
KRINGLE: “You talk about dominance, Mason. About how the Horde rules the North. But dominance is proven… not bragged about.”
Marcus bristles.
KRINGLE: “So how about tonight, before you face Krampus… you put those Tag Titles on the line against us?”
He motions to Rudolph, who steps forward, chin raised proudly.
RUDOLPH: “Let the Guiding Force show you what REAL teamwork looks like.”
Marcus immediately interjects, stepping between the groups.
MARCUS (offended): “Hold on! HOLD ON! You two think you can just walk in here and demand a title shot? You need to PROVE yourselves! The Beasts don’t just hand out gold—”
Mason raises a hand, stopping him mid-rant.
Marcus looks shocked.
MASON: “Marcus… Marcus… calm down. Let the grown men talk.”
He steps toward Kringle, nostrils flaring, looking him up and down.
MASON: “You want a shot? Tonight? Against the BEST tag team in NPCW?”
He pauses. Then smirks.
MASON: “…You’re on.”
Polly’s eyes go wide with manic glee. Marcus looks betrayed.
MARCUS: “B-but Jack! They haven’t— I mean— what!?”
Mason brushes past him.
MASON: “If Kringle wants the Beasts, let him have the Beasts. Tonight is about making a statement.
And nothing says ‘dominance’ like pinning Rudolph AND the Old Nordic Relic in the same night I crush Krampus.”
Kringle nods — confident, unbothered.
KRINGLE: “Then we’ll see you out there, Champion.”
The Guiding Force exits.
POLLY’S FINAL SONG
Polly flutters up behind Jack and belts out another twisted jingle:
🎵
“Guiding Force is gonna fall,
Beasts will crush ’em, break ’em all!
Rudolph’s nose won’t shine so bright,
When the Horde beats them tonight!”
🎵
She cackles, the Beasts stand menacingly, and Jack smirks toward the camera.
MASON: “Tonight… we feast.”
Fade out.
ANNOUNCE DESK REACTION — JOHNNY & EDDIE
JOHNNY: “WHAT a bombshell announcement from the Primal Horde! Ladies and gentlemen, this is HUGE — The Beasts will defend the NPCW Tag Team Championships TONIGHT against Kris Kringle and Rudolph — The Guiding Force! I can’t believe Jack Mason agreed to that!”
EDDIE: “Oh, I can! Mason’s the smartest man in the North Pole! You saw the look in his eyes, Johnny — that wasn’t confidence, that was predatory instinct! Mason just set Rudolph and Grandpa Kris up to get mauled LIVE on Polar Power!”
JOHNNY: “Kris Kringle is NOT Santa and not a grandpa, Eddie!”
EDDIE: “Don’t care! The Beasts are gonna turn him into reindeer jerky! Marcus tried to stop it — but Mason? OH Mason knows exactly what he’s doing! He’s sending the Horde out there to soften the Guiding Force so HE doesn’t have to deal with them later!”
JOHNNY: “You really think this was strategy?”
EDDIE: “Of course it was strategy! Jack Mason is playing 4-D chess while Kris Kringle is playing checkers on a wooden table in a log cabin somewhere! And Rudolph? He’s so bright red from the adrenaline he might explode before the bell even rings!”
JOHNNY: “Be that as it may, Eddie — The Guiding Force have been gaining momentum, and this could be the biggest opportunity of their careers! If they beat The Beasts TONIGHT, they walk into Nightmare at the North Pole as champions!”
EDDIE: “BIG if, Johnny! The only thing getting walked out tonight is Kringle and Rudolph being carried by EMTs! And how about Polly Mason!? She just sang a threat! Do you know how crazy you have to be to have a theme song for hurting people!?”
JOHNNY: “I’ll say this — the Primal Horde is moving with confidence tonight, but Eddie — it’s a dangerous gamble. They’ve committed to a Tag Team Title match AND a North Pole Title defense AND tomorrow Jack Mason faces Sinister Klaus for the Universal Title! That is A TON of pressure!”
EDDIE: “Pressure!? Mason EATS pressure! He drinks it like eggnog! Tonight is going to be a PRIMAL CHRISTMAS CAROL and Kris Kringle is playing all three ghosts — PAST, PRESENT, and LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR!”
JOHNNY: “Well folks, the shockwaves continue — The Beasts vs. The Guiding Force is official for later tonight! Stay tuned!”
JOHNNY: “Welcome back to Polar Power, folks! Coming up next — a rematch from last week! The Queens of Punishment defeated Beauty & The Beast, and tensions have been boiling ever since.”
EDDIE: “Tensions? Johnny, Bella and Ursa have been falling apart like a cheap sweater! Meanwhile the Queens? Flawless. Focused. Fabulous. This is going to be a royal execution!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “THE QUEENS POUNCE RIGHT AWAY! Sitout Powerbomb from Crimson Viper — Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors from Dark Duchess! Bella has NO room to breathe!”
EDDIE: “Beautiful! That’s how royalty handles peasants, Johnny — TOGETHER!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Belly-to-Back Suplex by Crimson Viper — Bella can’t get anything going here!”
EDDIE: “She shouldn’t have tagged in! She should’ve stayed home and let Ursa handle everything for her!”
3rd Minute — ALL FOUR WOMEN FIGHT
JOHNNY: “We’ve got EVERYONE in the ring now! Viper with snap suplexes — Duchess with that Straight-Jacket Choke — Bella firing a suplex — and Ursa with a big boot!”
EDDIE: “I LOVE this! But the Queens still hit harder — and cleaner — and classier!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “Successive Snap Suplexes again — Bella gets rocked and tags in Ursa Titania!”
EDDIE: “Bella tagging out? SHOCKER. She’s been trying to escape since the bell rang!”
5th Minute
JOHNNY: “OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! That flying clothesline caught Ursa clean! Viper with the cover—NO, Ursa kicks out!”
EDDIE: “Big girl kicks out, sure — but that rattled her brain like dice in a cup!”
6th Minute
JOHNNY: “Spade’s Edge Crossface! Bella’s back in — lands a Heart Punch!”
EDDIE: “I’ll give Bella THAT — she actually hit something effective. Mark the calendar!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “CURSEBREAK—REVERSED! Crimson Viper counters into the REGAL REIGN!”
EDDIE: “That hold is BEAUTIFUL, Johnny! It's like royalty wrapping you up for execution!”
JOHNNY: “Ursa escapes and tags Bella — smart move!”
EDDIE: “About time she contributed!”
8th Minute
JOHNNY: “BELLA WITH THE KISS OF FATE — Viper hits the OFF WITH THEIR HEADS — and somehow both cancel each other out!”
EDDIE: “That’s because the Queens are wrestling with strategy while Bella wrestles with hope.”
9th Minute — DOUBLE TEAM BEAUTY & THE BEAST
JOHNNY: “Bella and Ursa double team Viper! Big boot! Forearm smash! And Viper answers with a POWERBOMB!”
EDDIE: “She just Viper-bombed her way out of an ambush! QUEEN BEHAVIOR!”
10th Minute
JOHNNY: “More snap suplexes — Ursa with a grinding headlock — back and forth action!”
EDDIE: “Bella and Ursa are TRYING, Johnny… but the Queens are DOING.”
11th Minute
JOHNNY: “Another Cursebreak from Ursa — NEUTRALIZED! Viper tags out to Duchess!”
EDDIE: “Smart tag! Let the other Queen take her turn ruling!”
12th Minute
JOHNNY: “Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors from Duchess — Ursa lands a knee — tags Bella!”
EDDIE: “A knee is all she’s got left — not enough!”
13th Minute — BELLA ATTACKS MAD HATTER
JOHNNY: “Bella lands a bicycle knee — AND WAIT—she just ATTACKED Mad Hatter!”
EDDIE: “Oh come on! That’s an outrage! That poor man was doing NOTHING except existing like a charming little weirdo!”
14th Minute — QUEEN DOUBLE TEAM
JOHNNY: “Double team! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS — QUEEN’S CHECKMATE! Bella is in trouble!”
EDDIE: “Stick a crown on her — she just got coronated into unconsciousness!”
15th – 17th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Bella firing back — short arm lariat — but she tags Ursa!”
EDDIE: “Of course! Bella escaping AGAIN!”
JOHNNY: “Ursa throwing bombs, but every time she gains momentum Viper or Duchess shuts her down!”
18th – 21st Minutes
JOHNNY: “Swinging Neckbreaker! Near fall! Another save by Bella — but Ursa’s fading!”
EDDIE: “Ursa can’t carry two people, Johnny! Bella keeps dragging her down!”
22nd Minute
JOHNNY: “DOUBLE TEAM AGAIN — Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors AND a Release German — Ursa’s in SERIOUS trouble!”
EDDIE: “That’s the royal guillotine, Johnny! And Ursa’s the neck!”
23rd – 25th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Ursa tries the Cursebreak again — Duchess eats it and keeps fighting! Forehand chops! Crossface locked in!”
EDDIE: “Tap! Tap! TAP! Queens deserve the victory!”
26th – 28th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Bella gets tagged in — she’s trying to save this match — but Duchess is relentless!”
EDDIE: “Bella looks exhausted. Ursa looks furious. This team is CRACKING, Johnny.”
29th Minute — FINISH
JOHNNY: “Bow and Arrow Stretch! Bella is caught — center of the ring — NO escape!”
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!
JOHNNY: “That’s it! The Queens of Punishment win AGAIN!”
EDDIE: “Of COURSE they do! This is what happens when a royal court meets a children’s story!”
QUEENS OF PUNISHMENT DEFEAT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST WHEN DARK DUCHESS PINS BELLA AURELIA AT THE 29 MINUTE MARK
JOHNNY: “Oh—Ursa Titania… Ursa is furious. She’s not even checking on Bella! She’s walking straight to the back!”
EDDIE: “And I don’t blame her! If my partner wrestled like Bella did tonight, I’d storm off too! Beauty & The Beast? More like Beauty & The Baggage!”
Special Guest Commentator: Goldie Locks
Referee: “Honest” Abe
PRE-MATCH RECAP VIDEO
The screen shows the events from Northern Belles last week:
Moonshadow and Moon Silver step into frame, eyes locked on Snow White.
MOONSHADOW: “Awfully bold of you to talk about being Queen… when you haven’t even survived the pack.”
MOON SILVER: “You think Luciana is a problem? We’re the problem you should be worried about.”
SNOW WHITE: “I’m not afraid of big bad wolves.”
MS. SWEETINS: “You three want to fight for dominance? Fine. This Saturday — Snow White versus Moon Silver!”
Cut back to the arena as the crowd roars.
LIVE — ANNOUNCE DESK
JOHNNY: “Well folks, we’re set for Snow White vs. Moon Silver — a match ordered by Ms. Sweetins herself! And joining us — Goldie Locks!”
GOLDIE (firm, focused): “Thanks, Johnny. I’m here to scout Snow White. Next week, she and I meet to determine who advances to Nightmare at the North Pole.”
EDDIE (smirking): “Scout her? Goldie, shouldn’t you be scouting YOU? With all your recent losses, I’m surprised you even found the commentary table!”
GOLDIE (turns slowly toward him): “Keep talking, Eddie. Maybe by the end of this match you’ll realize I’m not the same woman I was a month ago.”
EDDIE: “Oh I KNOW that — back then you were winning!”
JOHNNY: “Alright, enough you two — let’s get to the action!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “Snow White opens strong! Thorn Crown Driver! Moon Silver answers with a snap suplex!”
EDDIE: “Moon Silver hits harder! Snow White’s gonna get turned into powdered sugar!”
GOLDIE: “She recovers fast. That’s important.”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Enchanted Whirl from Snow White — another snap suplex from Moon Silver!”
EDDIE: “See? Moon Silver is matching everything Snow White throws!”
GOLDIE: “This is endurance now. Who keeps pace longer.”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “GLASS COFFIN DIVE — Snow White with a huge dive to the outside!”
EDDIE: “Moon Silver POWERBOMBS her on the landing! That wolf has TEETH!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “Howling Slam! Moon Silver just folded Snow White in half!”
EDDIE: “Good! She tried to fight the Wolf Pack — what did she expect!?”
GOLDIE: “She expected a fight. And she’s giving one.”
5th – 6th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Kiss of Spite! Thorn Crown Driver! Snow White is taking control!”
EDDIE: “Why won’t she STAY DOWN!? Moon Silver needs a silver bullet!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “LUNAR POUNCE! Moon Silver goes for the pin — NO! Snow White kicks out!”
EDDIE: “She should’ve stayed in the fairy tale forest!”
GOLDIE: “She’s tougher than you give her credit for.”
EDDIE: “Goldie, I don’t give YOU credit and you’ve at least earned that!”
8th – 9th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Gilded Grip! Facebuster from Moon Silver! Both women are throwing bombs!”
EDDIE: “Snow White keeps diving at wolves — and the wolves keep biting!”
JOHNNY: “Both outside now — Moon Silver back in at six — Snow White at five!”
10th – 12th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Seven Lock Curse! Snow White nearly has her! Wait Moon Silver breaks free. Full Moon Crush! Moon Silver with the moonsault!”
EDDIE: “That’s why she’s part of the Pack — she HUNTS!”
13th – 15th Minutes
JOHNNY: “Witch’s Justice! Snow White with a near fall!”
EDDIE: “She almost stole it — typical!”
GOLDIE: “Snow White doesn’t need to steal anything. She earns it.”
EDDIE: “She earned a front-row seat to losing tonight.”
16th Minute
JOHNNY: “Armbar — reversed by a SITOUT POWERBOMB from Moon Silver!”
EDDIE: “That’s how you slam the fairy out of a princess!”
17th Minute — THE KEY MOMENT
JOHNNY: “Clothesline sends Snow White out of the ring! She’s down—”
The camera cuts to ringside:
Moonshadow stalks Snow White, snarling.
EDDIE: “OH YES! The Pack hunts together!”
Suddenly—
Goldie Locks SLAMS her headset down and stands up.
JOHNNY: “Goldie is leaving the desk—wait—she’s headed for Moonshadow!”
Goldie gets between Moonshadow and Snow White, eyes blazing.
Moonshadow snarls in her face—
Goldie doesn’t back down.
Moonshadow… hesitates… then backs away, smirking.
Snow White gets up, angry.
SNOW WHITE (off-mic): “I didn’t need your help!”
Goldie and Snow White argue for a moment — tension thick —
Snow White turns back toward the ring—
JOHNNY: “Oh no — Snow White forgot the count!”
Referee: “EIGHT! NINE! TEN!”
The bell rings.
Moon Silver laughs from inside the ring. Moonshadow howls triumphantly.
EDDIE: “HAAA! She got COUNTED OUT! Goldie, you just cost Snow White the match!”
GOLDIE: “No. Snow White cost herself by losing focus.”
JOHNNY: “Snow White is LIVID — Moon Silver wins by count-out!”
MOON SILVER DEFEATS SNOW WHITE VIA COUNTOUT AT THE 17 MINUTE MARK
MOONSHADOW
Location: A dimly lit interview zone, blue and silver lighting mimicking moonlight. A “Wolf Pack” logo flickers across a screen in the background.
Smooth Samantha stands poised, microphone in hand.
Moonshadow and Moon Silver flank her — both still sweating from the match, both radiating feral confidence. Moon Silver paces behind them, wolf-like, while Moonshadow stands front and center, chest heaving, eyes wild.
SAMANTHA: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Moonshadow and Moon Silver of the Wolf Pack — fresh off a count-out victory over Snow White. Moonshadow, Moon Silver… your thoughts?”
Moonshadow gives a low, rumbling laugh.
MOONSHADOW: “What did I tell you, Samantha? Snow White can flutter around all she wants, but when the Pack sinks its teeth in… she panics. She loses focus. She BREAKS.”
Moon Silver hops into frame, grinning sharply.
MOON SILVER: “She was running before the count even started. Wolves chase — princesses flee.”
Moonshadow cracks her knuckles with dangerous satisfaction.
MOONSHADOW: “And tonight? We proved we dominate ANY hunt we choose.”
SAMANTHA: “Well Moonshadow — next week you have your biggest opportunity yet. You face Lilith the Demoness in a Queen of the North Championship match.”
The mood shifts — Moonshadow’s grin fades into something colder, more focused.
MOONSHADOW: “Lilith… Lilith sits in her throne of shadows and thinks herself untouchable. But even demons bleed when the Pack runs them down.”
Moon Silver nods fiercely.
MOON SILVER: “And the Pack is hungry.”
SAMANTHA: “If you win the Queen of the North title next week, the tournament continues — and either Goldie Locks or Snow White will meet you in the semifinals. Do you have a preference?”
Moonshadow scoffs loudly.
MOONSHADOW: “It won’t matter.”
She steps closer to Samantha — uncomfortably close — eyes glowing with predatory disdain.
MOONSHADOW: “Goldie Locks is a fraud searching for a backbone, and Snow White is a fairy tale waiting to collapse. Neither is worthy of hunting at my heels.”
Moon Silver leans in with a smirk.
MOON SILVER: “Let them fight for second place. That’s the only crown they’ll ever touch.”
Suddenly the Wolf Pack goes silent.
The camera pans right.
Crimson Vane steps into frame.
Her crimson hood is up, shadows draping her eyes. She says nothing — she simply stares.
Moonshadow’s grin returns slowly… but colder, sharper.
MOONSHADOW (low growl): “Well, well… look at the little Red Riding Hood wannabe. Lost on her way to Grandma’s house?”
Vane doesn’t move.
Moon Silver shifts uncomfortably behind Moonshadow.
Moonshadow steps closer — nose to nose with Vane.
MOONSHADOW: “Tell me… how many wolves did your ancestors beg for mercy from? Because I promise you—”
She tilts her head, smirking with cruel amusement.
“—the Pack is much worse.”
Crimson Vane finally speaks — voice quiet, steady, chilling.
CRIMSON VANE: “Keep talking, Moonshadow. Because the day is coming when I bury every last threat you make… in the ring.”
A beat of silence.
Moonshadow’s smirk widens.
Moon Silver tenses — half-ready to pounce.
Vane doesn’t flinch.
CRIMSON VANE (calm fury): “You want a hunt? I’ll give you one. And when we cross paths… remember you asked for it.”
She brushes past Moonshadow shoulder-first — aggressive, intentional — and disappears into the shadows.
Moonshadow clenches her fists, teeth bared, breathing hard.
Moon Silver whispers:
MOON SILVER: “She’s not afraid of us…”
MOONSHADOW:“She should be.”
The Wolf Pack turns back toward the camera — eyes blazing — and the segment fades out.
JOHNNY: “We’re back, folks — and up next we have a clash between two rising stars of the women’s division: Crimson Vane of the Hunter’s Enclave taking on Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, accompanied by the ever-dangerous Huntsman!”
EDDIE: “Oh please, Johnny — ‘rising star?’ Crimson Vane is a walking hooded disappointment! Rosalyn is ROYALTY. A Queen! There’s levels to this!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY:“Rosalyn wastes NO time — SCEPTER SNAP German Suplex! Vane hits the mat HARD!”
EDDIE: “That’s how a Queen starts a match — immediate domination!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Both women jockeying for control—MOONFANG KICK from Crimson Vane!”
EDDIE: “Yeah, well watch the Queen—DAGGER BLOOM! Hammerlock DDT drills her! Goodnight, Crimson!”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “VANE’S VICE! Fujiwara armbar locked in tight—this could turn the tide!”
EDDIE: “No it can’t — look! Huntsman with the Heavy Boot Echo! That is a MAN dedicated to his Queen!”
JOHNNY: “Huntsman interfering already—‘Honest’ Abe needs eyes in the back of his head!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “ROYAL CONSTRICTION! Rosalyn yanking both arms backwards — brutal torque from the Queen of Thorns!”
EDDIE: “She calls the move, Johnny — but really she’s just bending Crimson back into the shape of her losing future!”
5th Minute
JOHNNY: “CROWN OF THORNS—NO! Vane REVERSES IT! HUNTER’S BACKBREAKER SUPLEX! Big momentum shift!”
EDDIE: “She can reverse all she wants — the Queen doesn’t lose to forest children!”
6th Minute
JOHNNY: “Oh come on! Huntsman interfering AGAIN with another boot behind the ref!”
EDDIE: “He’s supporting his monarch! It’s called loyalty, Johnny. You should try it sometime.”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “Huntsman with a clubbing shot behind the ref’s back — Rosalyn capitalizes!”
EDDIE: “This is EXCELLENCE! Distract, strike, conquer — that’s how a Queen rules the ring!”
8th Minute — FINISH
JOHNNY:“THORN SPIKE! Rosalyn locks in the Koji Clutch! She’s torquing the neck AND the arm!”
Crimson Vane claws toward the ropes — fingertips away — but—
EDDIE: “TAP! TAP! TAP! The Queen demands tribute!”
JOHNNY: “CRIMSON VANE SUBMITS! Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, wins by submission!”
Huntsman applauds smugly as Rosalyn rises with a mocking curtsy toward the camera.
ROSALYN QUEEN OF THORNS DEFEATS CRIMSON VANE VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 8 MINUTE MARK
JOHNNY: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is TITLE MATCH TIME for the tag team titles! The Beasts have been practically unstoppable… but tonight the Guiding Force steps into the hunt!”
EDDIE: “Unstoppable versus unprepared! Kris Kringle looks like he wandered in from a Dickens novel and Rudolph’s nose isn’t bright enough to guide him through THIS beating!”
1st Minute
JOHNNY: “Kris Kringle starting things off—and look at that! THE LONG WINTER! A delayed vertical suplex on Beast 1!”
EDDIE: “It’s called beginner’s luck, Johnny! Give the fossil one good move before his back gives out!”
2nd Minute
JOHNNY: “Rudolph tagging in—TO ALL A GOODNIGHT! Sleeper hold cinched in!”
EDDIE: “Ridiculous! Since when do reindeer put monsters to sleep? Someone check what’s in those candy canes!”
3rd Minute
JOHNNY: “Double team! Reindeer Kick into the Yule Breaker! The Guiding Force firing on all cylinders!”
EDDIE: “This is an outrage! Someone tell ‘Honest’ Abe that two-on-one only counts when the GOOD guys—my guys—do it!”
4th Minute
JOHNNY: “DOUBLE PUNCH by Rudolph—Beast 2 rocked!”
EDDIE: “That’s not a punch, Johnny. That’s what happens when Rudolph tries to remember algebra!”
5th Minute
JOHNNY: “Kris Kringle in—goes for the Sleigh Crash—NO! Beast 2 reverses!”
EDDIE: “Finally! That’s what I’m talking about! A Beast doing what a Beast does—tossing holiday decorations!”
6th Minute
JOHNNY: “Rudolph tries the Flying Body Press—NO! Beast 1 counters!”
EDDIE: “Look at him! Look at the MONSTER! Rudolph’s aerial ability is about as useful as a snowblower in July!”
7th Minute
JOHNNY: “Rudolph tries the DOUBLE PUNCH but Beast 1 reverses! Side headlock—Rudolph rolls free!”
EDDIE: “That should’ve been the moment—just smother the red-nosed rookie!”
8th Minute
JOHNNY: “Hard headbutts exchanged between Rudolph and Beast 2! Rudolph wins the exchange and tags out!”
EDDIE: “Of course he tags out. You hit a Beast in the skull, your brain shakes like Jell-O!”
9th Minute
JOHNNY: “Face Slam from Beast 2! Winter Freeze from Kringle! Double offense!”
EDDIE: “This ref needs to get a grip! Kringle’s old-school but this ain’t ‘two attacks for the price of one!’”
10th Minute
JOHNNY: “Double team by the Guiding Force—Flying Dropkick and CRIMSON WRATH piledriver!”
EDDIE: “ILLEGAL! ILLEGAL! You can’t gift wrap a Beast like that! Someone fine these elves!”
Rudolph gets thrown out, barely beating the 10-count.
11th Minute
JOHNNY: “Belly-to-Belly Suplex by Beast 1! Rudolph pops back up—DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW! What a taunt!”
EDDIE: “Why is he dancing!? HIT SOMEBODY INSTEAD OF DOING COMMUNITY THEATER!”
12th–15th Minute
JOHNNY: “Kris Kringle isolated now—multiple Face Slams, Belly-to-Belly Suplexes—The Beasts are mauling!”
EDDIE: “As they SHOULD, Johnny! Holiday spirit doesn’t mean JACK when the Beasts smell BLOOD!”
16th Minute
JOHNNY: “CROSS BODY BLOCK by Rudolph! He goes for the cover—NO! Beast 1 makes the save!”
EDDIE: “That was close… TOO close! Marcus better start yelling!”
17th–18th Minute
JOHNNY: “Double-team clinic by the Guiding Force! Chimney Collapse! Sleigh Crash! FLYING BODY PRESS!”
EDDIE: “Oh come on! How is this happening!? The Beasts haven’t lost in MONTHS!”
19th Minute
JOHNNY: “TO ALL A GOODNIGHT! CRIMSON WRATH AGAIN! Beast 2 is reeling!”
EDDIE: “Marcus!! DO SOMETHING!! THROW A SNOWBALL! ANYTHING!”
20th–21st Minute
JOHNNY: “Rudolph stays on him—FLYING DROPKICK! Another HEADBUTT! BEAST 2 IS DOWN!”
EDDIE: “No! No! NO—kick out! Kick out, ya dumb ANIMAL!”
JOHNNY: “Rudolph covers—
ONE! TWO! THREE!! HE GOT HIM!!
WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!”
EDDIE: “I—this—NO! This is a CHRISTMAS TRAGEDY! THIS IS NOT FAIR!”
Polly Mason screams in disbelief as Marcus berates the Beasts on the ramp, furious and humiliated.
The Guiding Force hold the belts high as the North Pole Arena erupts.
GUIDING FORCE DEFEATS THE BEASTS VIA PINFALL AT THE 21 MINUTE MARK
SANTA CLAUS
A warm glow fills the backstage hallway—the unmistakable light that always seems to follow Santa Claus wherever he goes.
Smooth Samantha stands center frame, poised and polished.
To her right stands Santa Claus, in full battle-ready red-and-silver gear, beard immaculate, eyes bright with righteous fire.
Beside him, arms folded like a wall of fur and muscle: Mr. Claus, silently radiating protective menace.
SAMANTHA: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Santa Claus. And joining him, of course, the always formidable Mr. Claus.”
Mr. Claus gives a single, slow nod—just enough to intimidate half the roster from backstage.
SANTA (smiling proudly): “Ho ho ho… Smooth Samantha, what a night it has been! The Guiding Force—Kris Kringle and young Rudolph—bringing home the NPCW Tag Team Championships.”
He pats his chest with pride.
“That right there? That shows that HOPE is alive and kicking here in the North Pole Arena. And every force of darkness lurking in the shadows better take notice.”
Mr. Claus rumbles something unintelligible but undeniably threatening.
SANTA (tone shifting, eyes narrowing): “Because although hope shines bright tonight, there’s still a most wicked blight in NPCW… a rot pretending to wear my face.”
He leans in.
The crowd can practically feel the temperature drop.
SANTA: “I’m talking about Sinister Klaus—that evil clone created by Grim Tidings. That twisted mockery of everything the Claus name stands for.”
His fist tightens, knuckles creaking.
“He thinks he can parade around here as the ‘Universal Champion,’ bringing fear and corruption with every breath? No. No, no, no… he’s on my NAUGHTY LIST. And he’s staying there.”
Mr. Claus nods firmly, cracking his knuckles.
SAMANTHA: “Tomorrow night, Sinister Klaus defends the Universal Championship against Mean Jack Mason. Any thoughts on that match?”
SANTA (scoffs, beard bristling): “Oh, it’s hard to root for either of ‘em, Samantha. Two of the dirtiest players NPCW has ever known! Mason’s treachery wrapped in swagger, and Sinister Klaus… well, he’s treachery wrapped in evil.”
He shakes his head.
“But here’s the thing—Santa Claus doesn’t care who holds that Universal Championship. I don’t need belts to do what must be done.”
He points directly into the camera.
The crowd erupts on the Tron feed.
SANTA: “I don’t want Sinister’s title… I want Sinister HIMSELF. I want him gone from NPCW. I want to wipe that corrupted smirk off his twisted face and drive him back into whatever pit Grim Tidings dragged him out of!”
Mr. Claus steps forward with a low growl, shadow enveloping the lower frame.
SAMANTHA (slightly nervous smile): “So to be clear… the hunt for Sinister Klaus has officially begun?”
SANTA (grinning a dangerous grin): “Oh, Samantha… it began the moment he dared wear my colors.”
He turns toward the camera one last time.
“Sinister Klaus… Christmas is coming early. And this year… Santa’s bringing the PAIN.”
Mr. Claus slams his fist into his palm with a thunderous THUD.
[CAMERA FADES OUT TO ANNOUNCE DESK]
JOHNNY: “WOW! Santa Claus sending a very clear message to the Universal Champion! You can feel the fire in his voice—Santa is coming for Sinister Klaus whether there’s a title involved or not!”
EDDIE (groans loudly): “Oh, give me a break! That wasn’t fire, Johnny—that was hot cocoa fumes and nostalgia. Santa pokes his head out of whatever workshop he hibernates in, sees Sinister Klaus succeeding, and suddenly he wants to play avenger? Please.”
JOHNNY: “Eddie, Sinister Klaus is an evil clone built by Grim Tidings! Santa has every reason—”
EDDIE: “Oh sure, blame the clone! Maybe Santa’s just jealous someone FINALLY made a version of him that’s actually cool! Sinister Klaus has charisma, style, power—he’s everything Santa wishes he could be!”
JOHNNY: “I don’t know how you can defend him, Eddie—Santa made it clear he’s coming to purge NPCW of Sinister’s influence!”
EDDIE (mocking Santa’s voice): “‘Ho ho ho, I’m coming for Sinister Klaus!’ Yeah—great. Fantastic. I’m sure the Universal Champion is shaking in his boots. The man fought Grim Tidings, the Dark Dominion, Count Vlad, Jack Mason… but he’s supposed to be afraid of jolly old Saint Nick?!”
JOHNNY: “Santa isn’t just jolly, Eddie—he’s one of the most powerful beings in the North! Mr. Claus standing behind him doesn’t hurt either!”
EDDIE: “Oh yeah, Mr. Claus… real intimidating. A guy who looks like he was built out of spare lumber and beard oil! Meanwhile Sinister Klaus is busy preparing for Mean Jack Mason tomorrow—actual competition!”
JOHNNY: “Well regardless of your opinion, Eddie, Santa made one thing crystal clear—after tomorrow, no matter who leaves the Universal Champion, Santa Claus is coming for Sinister Klaus… and he’s checking that list twice!”
EDDIE: “And Sinister’s gonna tear that list in half and shove it right back up Santa’s chimney! Mark my words, Johnny—the REAL Claus runs NPCW, and it’s NOT the one handing out candy canes!”
1ST MINUTE
Johnny: “And here we go! North Pole Championship on the line—Mean Jack Mason, the unhinged ruler of the Arctic Divide, against the Alpha Demon himself, KRAMPUS!”
Eddie: “Johnny, let’s stop pretending. Mason’s not a ruler—he’s a gremlin with a microphone. Krampus is about to send him to an appointment with a REAL therapist.”
Johnny: “Mason opens up with that Rude Awakening press! He’s throwing fists like he’s trying to knock the holidays off the calendar!”
Eddie: “And Krampus responds with a choke that would make a grizzly bear tap! Beautiful!”
2ND MINUTE
Johnny: “Mason firing away! Therapy Session! That’s pure chaos offense!”
Eddie: “Oh yeah, very therapeutic—until KRAMPUS DROPS HIM WITH A DEMONIC DRIVER! Good night, Mason! Title changing hands, Johnny!”
3RD MINUTE
Johnny: “Mason with the low blow! FAMILY JEWELS THERAPY! Cheap, dirty, and effective!”
Eddie: “And Krampus with Nightmare’s End—clean, menacing, better!”
4TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Polly Mason with glitter! Grinch Heyman with a choke cord! Both managers are losing it!”
Eddie: “Hey, Heyman’s doing charity work, helping the ref with his vision! You’re welcome, Honest Abe!”
Johnny: “You are impossible.”
5TH MINUTE
Johnny: “PERSONALITY DISORDER! What a stunner from Mason! The champion is rolling!”
Eddie: “How?! How is Krampus getting rocked by this lunatic?! Somebody check for Christmas magic!”
6TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Krampus COUNTERS the Rude Awakening! SINISTER SUPLEX!!”
Eddie: “Hah! You can’t surprise a demon twice, Johnny!”
7TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Mason with more strikes—but he can’t seem to slow the Alpha Demon down!”
Eddie: “I keep telling you—Krampus is just letting Mason get tired! Like swatting a mosquito!”
8TH–10TH MINUTES
Johnny: “Heyman distracting Mason—again!”
Eddie: “That’s called teamwork, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Demonic Driver! Another one! Krampus is trying to bury Mason head-first!”
Eddie: “As he SHOULD!”
11TH MINUTE
Johnny: “Both men collide with huge offense—Final Diagnosis from Mason, Shadow Strike from Krampus!”
Eddie: “This is what a title match SHOULD look like! Violence, pain, and a future champion named KRAMPUS!”
12TH–14TH MINUTES
Johnny: “More distraction from Heyman—how is this man not thrown out!?”
Eddie: “Because he’s charming, Johnny!”
Johnny: “NIGHTMARE’S END! Dreadful Descent! KRAMPUS IS DOMINATING!”
Eddie: “Crown him NOW!”
15TH–16TH MINUTES
Johnny: “BIG KRAMPUS KRUSH! Holiday Havoc! Mason is barely standing!”
Eddie: “The reign is OVER! Call the elves, Johnny—get the moving boxes!”
17TH MINUTE – THE CHAOTIC FINISH
Johnny: “Mason hits another Final Diagnosis—BUT WAIT! HEYMAN! Another choke cord! He’s got that cord wrapped around Mason’s throat!”
Eddie: “Just helping him relax! Deep breaths, Johnny!”
Johnny: “OH COME ON! The referee sees it—HEYMAN IS CAUGHT—KRAMPUS IS DISQUALIFIED!!”
Eddie: “No! NO! That is a QUICK count! A FAST DQ! THAT IS CORRUPTION!”
Johnny: “Mason retains by disqualification! He survives the Alpha Demon tonight!”
Eddie (furious): “He didn’t SURVIVE ANYTHING! Mason should be leaving on a stretcher! Heyman SAVED HIM from a hospital trip! This is OUTRAGEOUS!”
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS KRAMPUS VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 17 MINUTE MARK
POST CREDIT SCENES
“As Intended”
Location: Backstage loading bay tunnel — dim lights, faint echo, cold steam drifting from pipes.
Krampus and Grinch Heyman walk slowly down the concrete hall, the Alpha Demon still looming like a mountain of muscle and malice. His massive shoulders rise and fall with each guttural breath. Heyman clutches his mobile phone—the same one he used earlier to smash Negropolis—and rubs the dented casing nervously.
Krampus stops.
Turns.
A wicked grin spreads across his monstrous face—wide, toothy, predatory.
KRAMPUS (low growl): “Perfect…”
Heyman raises an eyebrow.
KRAMPUS: “Let the mortals think they won something tonight.” (leans close, voice rattling the air) “Next time… we take the title.”
Heyman’s fear turns into a slow, greedy smile. The realization clicks:
This wasn’t a failure.
This was a message.
HEYMAN: “Oh… oh, my lord… you ARE brilliant.”
Krampus chuckles—a deep, earth-shaking laugh.
The two vanish into the shadows of the corridor, the camera lingering on the dark imprint Krampus’ claws left on the wall.
Fade to black.
“Serum & Secrets”
Location: Primal Horde Dressing Room
Clothes thrown everywhere. Benches overturned. Lockers dented.
Marcus the Beastmaster tears through gear bags like a desperate man looking for oxygen.
The door bursts open.
Mean Jack Mason and Polly Mason enter—Jack rubbing his bruised throat from Heyman’s choke cord, still wheezing between breaths.
MASON (annoyed): “What in Frostbite Falls are you DOING, Marcus?”
Marcus turns, furious, trembling with panic.
MARCUS (growling): “They’re slipping again, Jack! The Beasts—your champions—they’re degrading! Losing control! I need the serum—NOW!”
Jack stiffens. Polly watches, fascinated.
MASON: “The serum is MY decision. Only mine.”
Marcus steps closer, towering, face-to-face with Mason.
MARCUS (snarling): “Yeti wants revenge on Big Bad Wolf. And if you don’t dose them? I’m calling Dr. Moreau and getting more myself.”
The room freezes.
The Beasts stand behind Marcus, breathing heavy… twitching… waiting for someone to give the word.
Mason stares Marcus down—then suddenly smirks.
Without breaking eye contact, Jack walks to a steel lockbox bolted to the floor.
He pulls a key from a chain around his neck.
CLICK.
He opens the box.
Inside is a sleek black case.
He flips it open.
Several vials of sickly yellow serum glisten under the light.
Jack retrieves one vial, then draws the liquid into two syringes with ritualistic care.
He approaches the Beasts one by one.
MASON (soft, sinister): “Hold still, fellas…”
He injects Beast #1.
Then Beast #2.
For a split second—their eyes focus. Recognition. Humanity.
Then it’s gone.
Replaced by raw, primal fury.
Their veins pulse. Their muscles twitch. Their breathing becomes harsh and animalistic.
Marcus watches, wide-eyed.
Jack pats him on the shoulder.
MASON: “See, Marcus?” (smirk widens) “All you had to do was ask.”
Jack nods at the Beasts.
MASON: “Now… get them back to the house.”
Marcus gathers the Beasts and escorts them out—nearly dragged as they snarl and shake with energy.
Jack heads to the washroom, rolling his neck, muttering something about “tomorrow’s double-title day.”
Leaving Polly alone.
Silence.
She saunters over to the open black serum case.
Her eyes gleam with a manic, musical excitement.
She plucks a vial from inside—twirls it between her fingers like a ballerina.
The yellow liquid reflects in her eyes.
She whispers one word.
POLLY (smiling, sing-song): “Blue…”
She carefully hides the vial in her dress, locks the case shut, and begins humming a sweet, eerie tune as she walks away, skipping lightly toward the exit.
Fade out on the lockbox.
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