Aired - December 20, 2025
[COLD OPEN — PRE-TAPED CINEMATIC PACKAGE]
Soft orchestral bells echo over a blizzard. A deep narrator voice booms:
Narrator: "In the land where legends are born… where winter never ends… one night becomes destiny."
Flashes of past NPCW moments: Rudolph winning the North Pole Championship, Negropolis cuddling Flippers, Mean Jack Mason unleashing fury, Lilith raising the Queen of the North title, the Grimm Sisters laughing maniacally, Moonshadow staring into the moonlight.
The snowstorm crescendos into a thunderous crack of lightning—revealing the Glacier Plex glowing in icy blue and gold.
Narrator: "Tonight, heroes rise, monsters fall… and winter writes its champions."
The final shot:
YETI roars into camera.
MEAN JACK MASON smirks with the title on his shoulder.
Cut to black—
LOGO IMPACT:
🔥❄️ NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE – NIGHT ONE ❄️🔥
slams onto the screen in frosted steel.
🌟 LIVE INSIDE SCROOGE'S GLACIER PLEX
[Pyro erupts — Blue, White, and Gold geysers shoot into the air. Snow cannons blast the arena.]
Crowd erupts in a deafening chant:
“NORTH! POLE! NORTH! POLE! NORTH! POLE!”
Camera swoops through the crowd catching signs like:
“YETI SMASH MASON TONIGHT!”
“BELLA AURELIA — QUEEN OF LIGHT!”
“FLIPPERS IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL!”
“BLONDE BOMBSHELLS = STAR POWER!”
“MOONSHADOW WILL RISE!”
Camera finally lands at ringside—
🎤 COMMENTARY TABLE: JOHNNY & EDDIE
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels beams with pure 80s optimism, wearing a shimmering blue and gold holiday blazer.
Eddie Ellington sits beside him in a fur-collared suit jacket looking just a bit too warm for the North Pole.
JOHNNY: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… WELCOME TO THE MOST MAGICAL… MOST ELECTRIFYING… MOST UNPREDICTABLE NIGHT IN NPCW HISTORY! THIS… IS NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE — NIGHT ONE!!!”
Crowd roars.
EDDIE: “You know Johnny, I asked Scrooge why it’s called Nightmare at the North Pole. He said it’s because—for him—paying for all this pyro IS the nightmare.”
Johnny laughs.
JOHNNY: “We are LIVE from Scrooge’s Glacier Plex—17,000 strong—and Eddie, we have a MASSIVE night ahead!”
EDDIE (grinning): “You’re not kidding! We’ve got title matches, grudge matches, a Last Man Standing fight between a beast and an even bigger beast, and oh yeah—Mean Jack Mason defending the North Pole Championship against YETI. Good luck, champ!”
JOHNNY: “Plus Bella Aurelia and Ursa Titania kick off the action, Rich Athlete defends the Northern Lights Championship, the Blonde Bombshells put the North Star Tag Titles on the line, and SO much more!”
EDDIE: “And I’ve got money—REAL money—on at least two people slipping on this fake snow Scrooge made them dump on the ramp. This place is a safety hazard.”
Johnny shakes his head, chuckling.
JOHNNY (grand tone): “Tonight begins a two-night holiday extravaganza—champions will rise, legacies will be forged, and the North Pole will NEVER be the same again!”
EDDIE: “Let’s kick this off before the snow melts—Commissioner Cratchit is ready to welcome the world!”
[IN-ARENA: The lights dim. Soft orchestral sleigh bells begin to play.]
Louie Linville steps into the center of the ring—perfect posture, voice booming.
LOUIE LINVILLE: “Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome… the Commissioner of NPCW… BOB CRATCHIT!”
Crowd cheers thunderously.
COMMISSIONER CRATCHIT ENTERS
Cratchit steps out in a regal holiday coat, waving warmly. He’s emotional but composed—this is NPCW’s biggest night.
He climbs into the ring, takes the mic, the audience chanting:
“CRATCH-IT! CRATCH-IT! CRATCH-IT!”
🎤 COMMISSIONER CRATCHIT:
“Thank you… thank you, North Pole!
Tonight… we celebrate everything that NPCW stands for—passion, courage, unity, and of course… a little holiday magic.”
Crowd roars approval.
Cratchit continues, building pride.
“This is our largest Nightmare at the North Pole in company history. Two nights. Forty thousand strong here at the Glacier Plex, and millions watching worldwide!”
Cheers.
“Tonight, championships will be defended, legends will collide, and the spirit of this season will echo through every match. From Bella Aurelia’s debut on the grand stage, to Mean Jack Mason putting the North Pole Championship on the line against the unstoppable Yeti—”
A loud BOOOOOOOO erupts as a familiar theme hits.
SCROOGE ENTERS — UNINVITED
Golden spotlight. Orchestral “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” in a menacing minor key.
Scrooge struts out in a jewel-encrusted frock coat and fur-lined cane, waving smugly as the crowd rains boos.
EDDIE (on commentary): “See Johnny? The REAL star of the show has arrived!”
JOHNNY: “Star?! He just walked out in the middle of Cratchit’s speech!”
Scrooge enters the ring, brushing snow off his sleeves as if the place disgusts him.
He pats Cratchit condescendingly on the shoulder and takes the mic without asking.
SCROOGE (arrogant, booming): “Thank you, thank you… your boos are music to my wallet!”
Crowd:
“YOU! ARE! AWFUL!”
Scrooge smirks.
“I simply couldn’t let this opening pass without acknowledging the TRUE miracle of tonight… which is that I—Ebeneezer Scrooge—have once again funded the entire event!”
BOOOOOOOOO!
“The snow cannons? My doing. The pyro? Not cheap! This magnificent Glacier Plex you’re all sitting in? Built on MY generosity… and your ticket money.”
Cratchit tries to speak, Scrooge holds up a finger.
“As for this talk of unity and holiday spirit—please. The only spirit I care about is PROFITS!”
Fans chant: “SCROOGE SUCKS! SCROOGE SUCKS!”
ENTER MS. SWEETINS — poised, sharp, diplomatic
Her theme hits—icy strings with soft choral accents.
Ms. Sweetins walks out with grace, clipboard in hand, immaculate, confident.
She joins the two men in the ring.
JOHNNY (soft awe): “And here comes Ms. Sweetins, NPCW’s Women’s Division GM—and the one person Scrooge can’t push around.”
EDDIE: “I push around anybody who doesn’t sign my checks. Scrooge signs my checks.”
MS. SWEETINS (measured and cutting): “Mr. Scrooge… while we’re deeply appreciative of your… financial enthusiasm… the fans didn’t come here to hear about your expenses.
They came to hear about the wrestling.”
Crowd cheers loudly.
Scrooge rolls his eyes.
Ms. Sweetins continues, voice tightening just a touch:
“And Commissioner Cratchit was delivering a heartfelt message. Something this season is meant to inspire—kindness. Community. Hope.”
She steps closer to Scrooge.
“All things you have clearly… misplaced.”
Crowd explodes:
“SWEET-INS! SWEET-INS! SWEET-INS!”
Scrooge snarls, but she holds up a hand professionally.
MS. SWEETINS: “Now… with your fashionably invasive entrance concluded, perhaps the Commissioner may finish his welcome so we can begin NIGHT ONE of this historic event—
the right way.”
Crowd surges with approval.
CRATCHIT (finishing strong): “Tonight, we celebrate each and every one of you, our fans, and the incredible athletes who risk it all for this sport.
Welcome… to Nightmare at the North Pole — NIGHT ONE!
Let the magic begin!”
Crowd roars as Cratchit’s theme plays.
Scrooge storms out, grumbling.
Ms. Sweetins nods to Cratchit, maintaining poise as the camera transitions.
CUT BACK TO JOHNNY & EDDIE
JOHNNY: “An incredible welcome from Commissioner Cratchit… and a timely reminder from Ms. Sweetins that tonight is about the athletes and the fans!”
EDDIE: “Oh sure, but Scrooge is the only one footing the electric bill. Imagine this place without lights, Johnny! It’d look like half the indie shows I worked at in the 90s.”
Johnny groans.
A quick video package rolls:
Bella Aurelia and Ursa Titania at the Iron Ring Academy, smiling, training together.
Their NPCW arrival as Beauty and the Beast — an exciting new tag team.
Early victories showcasing synchronized teamwork.
Then the losses: mistimed tags, miscommunication, frustrated expressions.
Finally, the shocking moment: Ursa snapping after their final defeat—
Ursa spins Bella around and CRUSHES her with a lariat, then slams her into the turnbuckles and leaves her laid out.
Cut to tonight’s Nightmare at the North Pole arena.
Text on screen:
“Former Partners. New Enemies.”
Hana sits upright, voice full of anticipation.
Vera is poised, arms folded professionally.
HANA: “Konbanwa, NPCW fans! What a match we begin with—former tag partners now bitter rivals. Bella Aurelia and Ursa Titania… ano fuan na kankei… a very tense history!”
VERA: “Indeed, Hana. When a tag team falls apart, emotions run high. But tonight isn’t about emotion — it’s about execution. Ursa is the powerhouse, Bella the technician and striker. This match will come down to who performs better under pressure.”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Spotlight on Louie Linville.
LOUIE:
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THIS IS MATCH ONE OF NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE — NIGHT ONE!”
Crowd cheers.
“Introducing first… from Florence, Italy… weighing in at 120 pounds…
THE RADIANT STRIKER… BELLLLAAA AUREEEEELIAAAA!”
BELLA AURELIA’S ENTRANCE
Lights shift to shimmering gold.
Bella Aurelia steps onto the stage in white-and-gold gear with a trail of glimmering light behind her. She raises her hand in an elegant flourish before sprinting to the ring, full of determination.
Crowd chants:
“LET’S GO BEL-LA!”
HANA: “Bella looks ready! She must channel all her skill — zenryoku de!”
VERA: “She’ll need it. Ursa knows her better than anyone.”
LOUIE:
“And her opponent… from the Ironwood Mountains… weighing in at 272 pounds…
THE SAVAGE COLOSSUS… URSSSSAAAA TITAAAAANIAAAA!”
URSA TITANIA’S ENTRANCE
The arena darkens. A heavy tribal drumbeat pounds through the speakers.
Ursa emerges like a beast uncaged—broad shoulders, fur-lined cape, eyes cold and focused. She cracks her neck, snarls at the audience, and stomps her way to the ring.
Crowd:
“BOOOO! UR-SA SUCKS!”
She doesn’t care.
VERA: “That is a dangerous athlete, Hana. Ursa has something to prove, and she intends to prove it through brute force.”
HANA: “Hai… she is a BEAST tonight!”
Ursa steps into the ring and stares Bella down as Frank calls for the bell.
The Match
In the 1st minute:
Ursa crushes Bella immediately in a Grinding Headlock, wrenching the neck. Bella struggles but can’t break free.
HANA: “Ooh! That headlock is brutal — Ursa wasting no time!”
VERA: “Classic Ursa. Wear down the neck, take away Bella’s balance and timing.”
2nd minute
Bella counters momentum with a Hip Toss and Pose, regaining confidence.
HANA: “Hai! Bella fires back!”
VERA: “That’s her style—quick, fluid technique.”
3rd minute
Both attack simultaneously — Bella with a Running Bicycle Knee, Ursa with a Bodyslam. Both crash hard.
VERA: “This is what happens when former partners know each other inside-out. They’re anticipating simultaneously.”
4th minute
Bella lands a Forearm Smash, Ursa responds with another crushing Grinding Headlock.
5th minute
Bella tries a Snap Suplex, but Ursa powers through and neutralizes it.
6th minute
Another monstrous Grinding Headlock from Ursa — she is punishing the neck again and again.
VERA: “Ursa’s strategy is unmistakable. She is dissecting Bella’s posture and breathing.”
7th minute
A big exchange: Snap Suplex vs Knee Lift — both hit with force.
8th minute
Bella lands a Short Arm Lariat that finally rocks Ursa.
Crowd fires up:
“BEL-LA! BEL-LA!”
9th minute
Ursa retaliates with a Side Suplex that leaves Bella reeling.
10th minute
Headbutt Barrage — Ursa smashes Bella ruthlessly.
HANA: “Sugoi! Those headbutts—dangerous!”
11th minute
Another tit-for-tat: Snap Suplex vs Knee Lift.
12th minute
Bella hits a Forearm Smash, Ursa follows with a heavy Bodyslam.
13th minute
Bella scores with a Hip Toss and Pose again — a familiar move that keeps paying off.
14th minute
Ursa goes for a Big Boot—
Bella reverses mid-swing and fires her signature:
KISS OF FATE — SUPERKICK!
HANA: “KISS OF FATE! KISS OF FATE! She hit it—SHINJIRARENAI!”
Ursa drops but rolls away enough to avoid an immediate pin.
15th minute
Wounded but furious, Ursa unleashes another Headbutt Barrage, smashing Bella repeatedly until she collapses.
Ursa covers.
1…2…3!
Bella cannot kick out.
URSA TITANIA DEFEATS BELLA AURELIA VIA PINFALL AT THE 15-MINUTE MARK
Post Match Scene - Primal Approval
Ursa exits the ring, breathing heavily but triumphant.
Backstage corridor, walking toward the dressing rooms—
She crosses paths with Marcus the Beastmaster, readying himself for his Last Man Standing war later.
He pauses, looks her up and down, and smirks.
MARCUS (low, approving): “Impressive…”
Ursa says nothing—just grins back with animalistic satisfaction.
Scene — Talent Arrival Area, Scrooge’s Glacier Plex
A sleek black limousine rolls up, its headlights cutting through the snow-dusted loading bay.
Waiting for it — standing rigid, disciplined, and tense — is Marcus the Beastmaster.
He is here for one reason:
The Alpha of the Primal Horde has returned.
And Marcus, who lives between primal instinct and human fear, shows both respect and apprehension in his posture.
The car door opens.
First out is Feral — crouched, feral energy coiled and ready to strike. Her movements are predatory, and Marcus instinctively steps aside, giving her space.
Then the Yeti emerges.
Enormous. Dominant. Radiating raw violence.
Marcus bows his head slightly — subtle but unmistakable submission.
Lastly, from the limo steps Count Vlad, immaculate and predatory in his aristocratic coat.
Marcus’s posture stiffens.
He does not meet Vlad’s eyes.
He keeps his chin slightly dipped — a gesture of respect… and fear.
Smooth Samantha approaches cautiously.
Smooth Samantha: “Yeti, Feral, Count Vlad — welcome back to the Glacier Plex. The fans and the roster have been wondering what your intentions are tonight.”
Vlad smiles like a wolf dressed in royalty.
Count Vlad: “Intentions? My dear Samantha… tonight is the return of inevitability. Tonight, the true Alpha Beast takes what should have been his long ago.”
Yeti’s rumbling growl confirms the point.
Marcus stands silently at the side, hands clasped behind him, like a soldier in the presence of a warlord.
Samantha turns to him.
Smooth Samantha: “Marcus, you came out personally to greet the Alpha. Anything you want to say about the Horde’s plans tonight?”
Marcus clears his throat, eyes flicking nervously toward Vlad and Yeti.
Marcus (careful, respectful): “My plans… depend on what the Alpha commands.”
Vlad’s lips curl with approval.
Count Vlad: “Good. You understand hierarchy, Marcus. That is why Yeti trusts you.”
Marcus bows his head lightly.
Then Vlad steps closer — close enough that Marcus subtly tenses.
From his coat he withdraws the black lacquered case, gleaming and ominous.
Marcus’s eyes widen — and his breath catches.
Not awe.
Not greed.
Recognition. Fear.
Vlad holds the case with deliberate elegance.
Count Vlad: “You asked for… discretion. Guidance. Something to help you with your Beasts. And so, as promised…”
He hands Marcus the case.
Marcus accepts it with both hands, reverent but uneasy — as though holding something alive.
Marcus (soft, cautious):
“Thank you Count Vlad”
Vlad leans in, voice a venomous whisper of aristocratic delight.
Count Vlad:
“Use it wisely, Beastmaster”
Marcus swallows hard.
He simply nods — obedient but shaken.
Yeti begins heading toward the arena.
Feral prowls beside him.
Vlad gives Samantha a final, chilling smile.
Count Vlad: “Prepare your cameras, Samantha. Tonight… the monster becomes king.”
He turns and follows his beasts, disappearing into the dim corridors like a specter.
Marcus remains behind, staring at the case.
His hands tremble before he steadies them.
Respect.
Fear.
Burden.
He grips the case tighter… and follows.
Cut back to ringside—
Johnny and Eddie reacting.
Johnny: “That… was chilling. The arrival of the Dark Dominion tonight sends a message, and I don’t like the sound of any of it.”
Eddie: “Are you kidding, Johnny? That’s MONEY walking into the building! Look at them — you’ve got a seven-foot avalanche, a wild animal off his leash, and Count Vlad dressed like he owns the place! Mason’s in trouble tonight. REAL trouble.”
Johnny: “Yeti looks unstoppable, I’ll give you that… but Mean Jack Mason has survived everything thrown at him so far.”
Eddie: “Yeah, well — storms don’t survive avalanches.”
Johnny: “Fans, this is a big one tonight! Negropolis is coming off the biggest win of his NPCW career — a non-title victory over the North Pole Champion Mean Jack Mason himself!”
Eddie: “A FLUKE win, Johnny! One lucky night does not make you a contender! Meanwhile, Sandman — a former Northern Lights Champion — has been on a rough streak, but tonight he gets back on track!”
Johnny: “Both men need a W tonight to stay in the chase for championship opportunities.”
Eddie: “Correction — Sandman needs a W. Negropolis needs a miracle.”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Louie: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…”
“From the dreamlands beyond time and terror… weaving nightmares into reality… he is the bringer of sleep… the tormentor of your mind… SAAANDMAAAAN!”
SANDMAN’S ENTRANCE
The lights dim. A hazy purple mist rolls across the stage. A lullaby-like chime plays — eerie and unsettling.
Sandman steps onto the ramp, moving in slow, deliberate rhythm. His eyes half-lidded, his expression glazed, like a man dreaming on his feet. He sways as he walks, occasionally twitching with sudden bursts of violence.
Johnny: “Sandman… a dangerous competitor even on his worst night.”
Eddie: “His worst night? Johnny, this guy is a former champion! He’s the BEST wrestler in this match!”
Crowd boos as Sandman slides into the ring.
Louie: “And his opponent… accompanied to the ring by Father MacDougal and Flippers… from the Dark Depths of Doom… NE-GRO-PO-LIS!”
NEGROPOLIS’ ENTRANCE
The arena lights flash to black and neon green.
A deep rumbling bass shakes the Glacier Plex.
Father MacDougal steps out first, animated and intense, pointing toward the heavens like a hype preacher.
Flippers waddles beside him wearing a tiny winter scarf — crowd explodes into laughter and cheers.
Then Negropolis bursts through the curtain — skull mask glowing, arms raised, roaring with primal energy.
Johnny: “Listen to this reaction! Negropolis has become one of the most beloved stars in NPCW!”
Eddie: “I don’t get it. He looks like he got dressed in the dark and wrestles like he got hit by a truck!”
Negropolis runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, and lets out his trademark screech. Flippers hops onto the apron, clapping his little flippers.
The Match
1st minute
Negropolis immediately blasts Sandman with BLACK DOOM.
Johnny: “Negropolis ATTACKS right out of the gate!”
Eddie: “Cheap shot! He didn’t even let Sandman finish dreaming — or whatever he does!”
2nd minute
Another BLACK DOOM wipes Sandman out again.
Johnny: “BACK-TO-BACK BLACK DOOMS! Negropolis is ON FIRE!”
Eddie: “This is rigged. No way Sandman is this asleep at the wheel!”
Father MacDougal: “YES! FEEL THE DOOM, BABY!”
Flippers squeals.
3rd minute
Sandman tries a Sleeper, but Negropolis slips out easily.
Johnny: “Negropolis saw that one coming!”
Eddie: “How? The man barely sees straight with all that glowstick paint in his eyes!”
4th minute
Both men hit signature shots —
Negropolis: Thrust Kick
Sandman: Go To Sleep
Johnny: “BOTH MEN WITH BIG IMPACT!”
Eddie: “Sandman’s was better!”
5th minute
Sandman nails a Cradle Suplex.
Johnny: “Sandman turning the tide!”
Eddie: “That’s right! That’s a REAL wrestler, Johnny!”
6th minute
Sandman tries to throw sleep dust—
Negropolis reverses—
Hits a Thrust Kick—
but Sandman blocks!
Eddie: “SEE?! Sandman is adapting! He’s waking up!”
Johnny: “He’s fully awake now — and dangerous!”
7th minute
Negropolis goes for DOOM BOMB,
Sandman counters with Cradle Suplex and almost pins him!
Johnny: “TWO! ONLY TWO!”
Eddie:“Three! That was THREE! Honest Abe couldn’t count a stack of bills!”
8th minute
Sandman hits another Go To Sleep.
9th minute
Negropolis hits a Thrust Kick,
Sandman fires a Front Kick.
10th minute
Sandman Standing Clothesline.
Eddie: “Yes! Knock the neon off him!”
11th minute
Backbreaker by Sandman! Pin attempt — Negropolis kicks out.
Johnny: “HE WILL NOT STAY DOWN!”
Eddie: “Why doesn’t MacDougal throw a towel for that glow-worm already?!”
12th minute
Running Bulldog by Sandman — another pin attempt.
Negropolis still kicks out!
13th minute
Negropolis hits Hurricanrana,
Sandman answers with Go To Sleep,
Another pin — kicked out again!
Johnny: “NEGROPOLIS WON’T QUIT!”
Eddie: “Somebody MAKE him quit!”
14th minute
Negropolis with another Hurricanrana.
15th minute
Negropolis tries DOOM BOMB,
Sandman slips on a Sleeper — but no submission.
16th minute
Sandman hits a Cradle Suplex.
17th minute
Sandman Go To Sleep — huge impact!
Johnny: “NEGROPOLIS IS DOWN! THAT MAY DO IT!”
But no pin attempt.
18th minute
Another Cradle Suplex — Sandman pins—
Negropolis kicks out AGAIN!
Eddie: “WHY WON’T HE DIE?!”
19th minute
Negropolis goes for a Hurricanrana—
Sandman blocks.
20th minute
Both hit big moves —
Negropolis: Hurricanrana
Sandman: Sleeper — NO SUBMISSION
21st minute
Another Sleeper — Negropolis survives again.
Johnny: “How is he STILL standing?!”
Eddie: “He’s too dumb to fall asleep!”
22nd minute
Negropolis hits DOOM BOMB — big impact!
Crowd erupts as Flippers flaps wildly!
23rd minute
ARM WHIP OF DOOM by Negropolis.
Johnny: “NEGROPOLIS WITH MOMENTUM!”
24th minute
Front Kick by Sandman.
25th minute — THE FINISH
Sandman hits a LOADED ELBOW DROP, covers—
1…2…3!
Negropolis is pinned!
SANDMAN DEFEATS NEGROPOLIS VIA PINFALL AT THE 25-MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH SCENE
Sandman rolls off Negropolis with a smug, half-smiling expression — almost as if he’s still in a dream, but a twisted one.
Negropolis rises to a knee, panting, eyes burning with frustration. He glares at Sandman with a mixture of fury and disbelief.
Sandman slowly backs up the ramp, giving Negropolis a devious smirk…
a silent message:
“Your miracle run is over.”
Flippers hops into the ring, patting Negropolis’ shoulder with a soft chirp as Father MacDougal shouts encouragement.
Johnny: “What a war! Negropolis fought with every ounce of his heart!”
The camera fades into the backstage interview zone — lit with icy blue spotlights and drifts of faux snow. Alexandra Jones stands poised, microphone in hand, stylish red dress contrasting the cool tones of the set. Beside her stands Moonshadow, fierce, confident, and smoldering with determination, golden-etched black attire catching the light. Her wolf-like ears twitch slightly as she focuses on the camera.
Alexandra smiles warmly.
Alexandra:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with a former Queen of the North Champion… a woman who knows exactly what it takes to rise to the top of NPCW’s women’s division… Moonshadow.”
The crowd in the arena can be faintly heard cheering for her through the monitors.
Alexandra:
“Moonshadow, tonight you go one-on-one with Crimson Vane, descendant of Red Riding Hood — a woman who has not only been making waves, but has openly targeted you. What’s your mindset heading into this match?”
Moonshadow’s eyes narrow, her voice low and feline-smooth.
Moonshadow:
“Crimson Vane thinks tonight is a hunt. She thinks she’s the predator… and I’m the big, bad wolf who needs putting down.”
She steps closer to the camera, gaze intense.
Moonshadow:
“But let me make one thing perfectly clear — I was Queen of the North before Crimson ever stepped into NPCW. I earned my crown through battles she can’t even imagine. And tonight?”
A slow smile curls across her lips.
Moonshadow:
“I stop running. I stop watching. I stop playing nice. Tonight… the shadows hunt back.”
Alexandra nods, impressed.
Alexandra:
“Crimson Vane has said she wants to make an example out of you — to prove she belongs at the top of the mountain.”
Moonshadow:
“She can try. But she’s not the first to walk into the darkness thinking they can tame me.”
She lifts her chin proudly.
“And I promise she won’t be the first to fail.”
Alexandra steps forward with her final question.
Alexandra:
“So what can Crimson expect when she meets you in that ring?”
Moonshadow tilts her head, eyes piercing, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
Moonshadow:
“She can expect the truth. The truth that the North doesn’t belong to little girls in red cloaks…
It belongs… to the Moonshadow.”
Moonshadow offers one final fierce stare before turning and walking out of frame, her hair swirling behind her like a living storm.
Alexandra watches her go, then looks back to the camera with her trademark journalistic intensity.
Alexandra:
“Back to you, Johnny and Eddie.”
Johnny:
“Moonshadow looks absolutely laser-focused tonight! Crimson Vane better be ready because the former Queen of the North is NOT in the mood to play games.”
Eddie:
“Oh she’s focused, alright — focused on losing! Crimson Vane is younger, faster, hungrier, and she has that whole Red Riding Hood pedigree behind her. Moonshadow’s big moment is in the past, Johnny — tonight she gets EATEN.”
Johnny:
“Eddie… I don’t think YOU even believe that.”
Eddie:
“I believe Crimson Vane can bring garlic, silver, AND a tranquilizer dart and STILL need more to handle Moonshadow! But she’ll find a way! She’s resourceful!”
Johnny sighs loudly.
The camera cuts back to ringside as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
Hana:
“Fans, this next match features two former NPCW Tag Team Champions — both teams hungry, both teams looking to climb back into the title picture. Tonight… ah, sugoi… this will be a true test!”
Vera:
“Both teams have pedigree, experience, and a desire to return to championship contention. The margin for error will be slim. The team that executes better in the fundamentals — tagging, timing, ring control — will prevail.”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Louie steps into the ring, posture perfect, voice booming.
Louie:
“Ladies and gentlemen… this is MATCH NUMBER THREE! Introducing first… at a combined weight of 463 pounds… HUCK FINN and TOM SAWYER… THE RIVER REAPERS!”
RIVER REAPERS’ ENTRANCE
Banjo-metal fusion music kicks in as Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer burst through the curtain — cocky grins, youthful swagger. They slap hands with fans, sprint down the ramp, then slide into the ring simultaneously.
Hana:
“They are energetic, fast, oh so quick — The River Reapers always bring excitement to the ring!”
Vera:
“And speed will be crucial. They cannot allow themselves to be trapped under the weight and power of the Polar Bears.”
Louie:
“And their opponents… from the frozen tundra of the North… at a combined weight of 695 pounds… POLAR BEAR ONE and POLAR BEAR TWO… THE POLAR BEARS!”
POLAR BEARS’ ENTRANCE
The arena shakes as a deep, thundering drumbeat echoes. Snow bursts from the stage as the massive Polar Bears lumber out — roaring, pounding their chests, exuding raw brute force. They stomp down the ramp, intimidating the crowd with their primal presence.
Hana:
“Kowai! They are so big… so powerful… a true challenge for any team!”
Vera:
“Strength, size, and stamina. If the Polar Bears can control the pace, this match becomes very difficult for the Reapers.”
Polar Bears climb into the ring and unleash synchronized roars as the bell rings.
The Match
1st minute
Both Polar Bear 1 and Huck Finn strike at the same time — claw at the face vs. Uranage — both hit hard.
Hana:
“Both men opening very aggressively!”
Vera:
“Polar Bear 1’s eye rake was effective, but Huck Finn’s Uranage had more precision.”
2nd minute
Another Uranage by Huck Finn. Polar Bear 1 tags out.
3rd minute
Huck and Tom double-team Polar Bear 2 with a Uranage and Superkick, but Bear 2 answers with a massive Arctic Avalanche!
Hana:
“Polar Bear 2 — such impact! That running body slam was huge!”
Vera:
“He used excellent corner positioning. That is smart big-man wrestling.”
4th minute
Another trade — Polar Bear 2’s Primal Growl vs Huck’s Uranage.
Both teams tag out.
5th minute
Polar Bears unleash a double-team: a massive punch and a Polar Plunge!
Hana:
“Ah! A big splaaaash from the top rope — yokatta!”
Vera:
“The Reapers must avoid the Bears’ corner at all costs.”
6th minute
Another double-team — Powerslam + Primal Growl — but Tom fires back with a Superkick.
7th minute
Tom Sawyer attempts a Three Quarter Nelson Suplex — Polar Bear 1 blocks it.
8th minute
Primal Growl vs. Superkick — Tom matches the big man strike for strike.
9th minute
River Reapers double-team — Falcon Arrow + Fisherman Buster, but Polar Bear 1 counters with a ferocious Full Nelson.
10th minute
More double-teaming — Briscoe Crab + Sitout Powerbomb — Polar Bear 1 takes the punishment.
Vera:
“The Reapers are applying smart tandem offense. They’re wearing the big man down.”
11th minute
Polar Bear 1 lands a massive punch and tags out. Reapers tag too.
12th minute
Huck chops down Polar Bear 2.
13th minute
Rolling Death Valley Driver — Polar Bear 2 saves the match!
14th minute
Eye Rake vs. Uranage — both men tag out.
15th minute
DOUBLE-TEAM SNOWSTORM SPIN + NECKBREAKER!
Tom Sawyer is rocked!
Hana:
“That was devastating! Tom is in trouble!”
16th minute
Primal Growl vs. Briscoe Crab — Bears tag out.
17th minute
All four men brawl — Powerslam, Northern Lights Drop, Crab, Uranage — huge chaos sequence!
Vera:
“This is turning into a war of attrition.”
18th minute
Falcon Arrow — Polar Bear 1 barely survives and tags.
19th minute
Double-team Shoulder Smash + Neckbreaker — Tom Sawyer answers with Hangman’s Neckbreaker.
20th minute
Neckbreaker vs. Superkick — Bears win the exchange.
21st minute
Furry Vengeance — Tom’s Superkick lands — Bears tag.
22nd minute
Claw to Face vs Briscoe Crab — Reapers tag.
23rd minute
Neckbreaker vs Corkscrew Plancha — Polar Bear 1 beats the count back in.
24th minute
Massive Punch vs Nelson Suplex — Bears tag.
25th minute
Tom tries a Death Valley Driver — Polar Bear 2 reverses — SNOWSTORM SPIN!
Huck saves it!
26th minute — THE FINISH
Polar Bear 2 hits an ARCTIC AVALANCHE in the corner — CRUSHING TOM SAWYER!
Hook of the leg —
1…2…3!
The Glacier Plex erupts!
POLAR BEAR 2 DEFEATS TOM SAWYER VIA PINFALL AT THE 26-MINUTE MARK
Hana:
“Yokatta! The Polar Bears have done it! Such power — such teamwork — sugoi!”
Vera:
“They demonstrated superior endurance and controlled the ring when it mattered. A well-earned victory.”
The Polar Bears raise their arms, roaring triumphantly as the crowd cheers.
The camera cuts back to ringside, the energy rising as the crowd senses the magnitude of this rivalry.
Hana:
“Ah! Fans, this is a historic rivalry — Red Riding Hood’s descendant, Crimson Vane, versus the fierce wolf of the pack, Moonshadow. The hunter… becoming hunted… sugoi!”
Vera:
“These two represent legacy, pride, and opposing ideologies. Crimson Vane fights for the Hunter’s Enclave. Moonshadow fights for the Wolf Pack. Expect technical precision from Crimson and explosive athleticism from Moonshadow.”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Louie steps forward, voice powerful.
Louie:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first… representing the Hunter’s Enclave… CRIMSON VANE!”
CRIMSON VANE’S ENTRANCE
The lights turn blood-red. A heartbeat rhythm echoes through the Glacier Plex. Crimson Vane walks out in a hooded crimson cloak, face fierce, movements sharp and precise. She twirls once, cloak snapping back like a striking whip.
She raises a symbolic hunter’s knife-shaped hand gesture as the crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and hostility.
Hana:
“Crimson Vane — descendant of Red Riding Hood — carrying her lineage like a sacred weapon!”
Vera:
“She’s technical, dangerous, and methodical. A very complete wrestler.”
Crimson steps into the ring, removing her hood and glaring toward the entryway.
Louie:
“And her opponent… accompanied to the ring by the Wolf Pack… BIG BAD WOLF, MOON SILVER, and the newest Pack warrior… this is MOONSHADOW!”
MOONSHADOW’S ENTRANCE
A haunting wolf howl shakes the arena.
Blue moonlight floods the stage.
Moonshadow steps out — confident, predatory, powerful. Behind her stalk Big Bad Wolf, Moon Silver, and the new regal female wolf-warrior, her golden eyes glowing under the lights.
The crowd roars with excitement and unease.
Hana:
“Kirei… beautiful and deadly! Moonshadow is not walking alone — the entire Pack comes to the hunt!”
Vera:
“And that could become a problem. Their presence brings power… but also risk.”
Moonshadow climbs the turnbuckle, lets out a wolfish howl — the crowd answers with one of their own.
Referee Honest Abe attempts to keep the Pack at ringside as the bell rings.
The Match
1st minute
Moonshadow takes early control with a Front Facelock.
Hana:
“She strikes first! Hai, very aggressive!”
2nd minute
Crimson hits Blood Moon Descent while Moonshadow maintains the Facelock.
Vera:
“Both trading significant offense early. Neither backing down.”
3rd minute
Crimson plants Moonshadow with Crimson Thornplant,
but the Wolf Pack interferes with a double-team strike!
Hana:
“Interference! Wolf Pack bringing chaos!”
Vera:
“This is precisely the danger I warned about.”
4th minute
Pele Kick vs. Front Facelock — both scoring.
5th minute
Moonshadow hits Lunar Lariat clean.
6th minute
Moonshadow rakes Crimson’s eyes on the ropes, turning the match feral.
7th minute
Crimson reverses a Neckbreaker into Witchwood Drop!
Hana:
“Ooooh! That was big!”
8th minute
Moonshadow attempts Lycan Lock, Crimson slips free.
9th minute
Crimson applies Vane’s Vice — Moonshadow struggles.
Vera:
“Excellent limb isolation. Crimson is targeting the arm.”
10th minute
Moonshadow lands a Flying Kneedrop.
11th minute
Both hit big moves again — Eye Rake vs Vice — intensity building.
12th minute
Moonshadow lands a clean Neckbreaker.
13th minute
Another exchange — Neckbreaker vs Fujiwara Armbar.
14th minute
Moonshadow throws Crimson through the ropes — nearly counts her out.
15th minute
Crimson straps in Snare of Silence — Moonshadow refuses to submit.
16th minute
Both land offense — Cartwheel Knee Drop vs Front Facelock.
17th minute
Crimson reverses a Neckbreaker into Crimson Thornplant again.
18th minute
Wolf Pack tries to slip a foreign object — Crimson counters and hits Banshee Claw!
The crowd erupts.
19th minute — THE FINISH
Crimson locks in Snare of Silence again—
Wolf Pack tries to swarm Crimson with a Gang-Up attack.
But this time, Honest Abe sees EVERYTHING.
The bell rings.
The crowd gasps.
Moonshadow is DISQUALIFIED.
CRIMSON VANE DEFEATS MOONSHADOW VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 19-MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH CHAOS
Crimson barely stands when the Wolf Pack attacks — Moonshadow and Moon Silver swarm her. Crimson struggles, fighting back, but it quickly becomes a three-on-one beating when a mysterious new wolf pack member joins the fray. She has noble lupine features: pointed wolf ears, elongated canine fangs, and elegant crimson fur along her arms and shoulders, blended with human anatomy. Her long crimson hair flows like a mane. She wears ornate Roman wolf-themed armor fused with modern wrestling gear, displaying a crimson wolf crest. Her eyes shine gold with predatory nobility.
Suddenly the crowd roars—
Scarlett Howl and Ruby Howl — Crimson’s sisters — sprint down the ramp!
They slide into the ring and IMMEDIATELY join the fray, swinging wildly at the wolves.
A massive brawl erupts — wolves vs. hoods — bodies flying everywhere.
Hana:
“Yabai! Total war! Sisters save sisters!”
Vera:
“This rivalry is far from over. Tonight has escalated everything.”
Security floods the ring, trying desperately to separate them.
Crimson Vane fights free long enough to stare down Moonshadow with pure hatred.
Moonshadow snarls back, baring wolfish teeth.
The feud has only begun.
The backstage lighting is dim, winter-blue and dramatic. The atmosphere feels heavier than usual — the air charged with history, heartbreak, and rebirth.
Dave Kent stands front and center, microphone in hand. He’s dressed sharply, the consummate analyst, but there’s a rare warmth in his eyes.
Behind him stands the Merry Band, reunited at last — but this is not the merry, green-clad trio of old.
Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, and Little John all wear black gear, faces painted in stark black and white, the grim look of vigilantes preparing for war.
Their presence is imposing. Focused. United.
Dave turns to the camera.
Dave Kent:
“Folks… if you told me six months ago that I’d be standing here with a fully reunited Merry Band — and dressed like this — I’d have said you were out of your mind. But here they are. Darkened. Determined. And for the first time in a long time… together.”
He turns toward them.
Dave Kent:
“Robin Hood… Friar Tuck… Little John… Tonight you face Abaddon, Jack Frost, and Wilbur Townsend — the Demonic Legion. A fight that is deeply personal for all three of you. Robin… I have to start with the obvious… why now? Why reunite the Band?”
Robin steps forward — tall, stoic, the hooded black attire and face paint making him look like a spectral avenger. His voice is calm but carries the weight of months of torment.
Robin Hood:
“Because justice doesn’t stay silent forever, Dave.”
He lowers his hood.
Robin Hood:
“The Legion tore my life apart. They used lies, blackmail, and Marion’s trust to take everything from me. They wanted to break me… and for a while, they did.”
He glances at Tuck and John.
Robin Hood:
“But even when I walked alone, these two never stopped believing in me. Now… now we stand as one again. Not as the old Merry Band…
but as something stronger.”
Friar Tuck steps up, his face paint stark on his broad features.
Friar Tuck:
“The Legion thinks fear can scatter good men. They think shame can keep us apart. But tonight… their reckoning begins.”
Little John crosses his arms, voice low and steady.
Little John:
“They wanted darkness? They’re gonna get it.”
Dave nods, impressed by the intensity.
Dave Kent:
“Robin… everyone wants to know — Marion. After everything that happened… the photo scandal… the betrayal by the Legion… you lost her, your title, your peace. What happens now? Do you ever see her returning?”
Robin looks down for a moment — the first sign of true vulnerability behind the face paint.
When he looks back up, the fire in his eyes is unwavering.
Robin Hood:
“I can’t predict her path, Dave. I can’t make promises for anyone’s heart but my own.”
A pause.
Robin Hood:
“But I have faith. Faith that she’ll see the truth. Faith that she’ll understand the lies that tore us apart. And faith that when she’s ready… she’ll find her way back.”
He steps closer to the camera, voice deep and resolute.
Robin Hood:
“But tonight is not about loss. It’s about redemption. The Band is back… and we hunt the Legion together.”
Friar Tuck raises his fist.
Little John nods fiercely.
Robin lowers his hood, ready for battle.
Dave Kent:
“Well… there you have it. A reborn Merry Band. A war to be fought. And a promise that this story is far from over.”
Dave looks into the camera with his trademark blend of journalistic gravitas and emotional honesty.
Dave Kent:
“Johnny… Eddie… the Band rides again.”
The camera cuts back to ringside as the crowd buzzes, still hot from the earlier chaos.
Johnny:
“Fans, coming up next, a grudge that’s been building for months — The Merry Band reunited against the Demonic Legion! There is so much history here, Eddie.”
Eddie:
“Oh yeah, history, drama, scandal, heartbreak — this match has it all. Robin Hood lost his Northern Lights Title, his relationship, and half his brain cells in one shot, and he STILL came back! Meanwhile the Legion, led by Abaddon and that genius Paul ‘The Grinch’ Heyman, are gonna finish the job tonight.”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie Linville steps into the ring, mic raised.
Louie:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is a SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first… accompanied by Paul ‘The Grinch’ Heyman… at a combined weight of 713 pounds… ABADDON… JACK FROST… and WILBUR ‘TERROR FANG’ TOWNSEND… THE DEMONIC… LEGION!”
The lights go hellish red and icy blue all at once. A demonic hymn plays as Abaddon strides out first — cold, towering, eyes burning. Jack Frost stalks beside him, snowflake patterns glowing on his gear. Wilbur “Terror Fang” Townsend lumbers behind them, haunted and vicious.
Paul “The Grinch” Heyman waddles in their wake, clutching a mic and laughing that oily, gloating laugh, pointing at the ring and barking orders.
Johnny:
“Abaddon, Jack Frost, Wilbur ‘Terror Fang’ Townsend — and you can never forget the X-factor at ringside, Paul ‘The Grinch’ Heyman. It should be noted Wilbur is a recent addition to the Demonic Legion from HCW. He lost a hell in a cell match to Krampus and in turn became his conscript.”
Eddie:
“Look at that mastermind! Heyman sold Robin’s soul on layaway and still collected every payment!”
The Legion enters the ring, Abaddon raising his arms as flames and cold mist erupt around the stage.
The lights go out.
A single spotlight shines high above the ring.
From the rafters, on a harness, Robin Hood slowly descends, cloaked in black, face painted white and black like a vengeful wraith.
As he nears the ring, the stage explodes with new music — a heavy, pounding theme. Out walk Friar Tuck and Little John, also dressed in black with matching warpaint. The crowd roars.
Louie:
“And their opponents… at a combined weight of 687 pounds… ROBIN HOOD… FRIAR TUCK… LITTLE JOHN… THE MERRY… BAND!”
Robin unhooks, lands in the ring, and stares holes through Abaddon. Tuck and Little John slide in to stand at his side, all three shoulder to shoulder.
Johnny:
“The Band… is BACK! Look at this visual, Eddie — all three unified, all three in black, all three ready for war!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, it’s cute. They look like a garage band that got lost and wandered into the wrong show!”
The Match
The bell rings.
Friar Tuck starts opposite Abaddon.
Johnny:
“Here we go! Tuck volunteering to start this fight!”
Tuck surprises Abaddon early, rolling through into a quick rolling scissors takedown, hooking the big man and flipping him to the mat. Abaddon scrambles to the ropes as the crowd pops, and Tuck immediately tags in Little John.
Johnny:
“Friar Tuck with the early advantage and here comes the big man of the Band, Little John!”
Little John storms in and muscles Abaddon over with a towering suplex, but as he stands, Heyman jumps onto the apron and slaps Little John across the back of the head.
Eddie:
“Atta boy, Grinch! That’s how you manage — hands-on!”
The distraction lets Abaddon pound back, then tag in Wilbur Terrorfang.
Wilbur charges in and levels Little John with a vicious short-arm clothesline.
Little John staggers and quickly tags in Robin Hood to a huge crowd reaction.
Johnny:
“Listen to this place erupt for Robin Hood!”
Robin flies in with a superkick to Wilbur, dropping him. Wilbur scrambles to the corner and tags Abaddon back in.
The Legion smell blood.
On Abaddon’s signal, all three Legion members swarm the ring. They drag Robin into the wrong corner and unleash a brutal triple-team: Hellbreaker backbreaker from Abaddon, Frostbite Clutch from Jack Frost, and Ram into the ringpost from Wilbur, all behind Honest Abe’s back.
Johnny:
“Oh come on! That’s three-on-one!”
Eddie:
“Teamwork, Johnny! It’s called TEAMWORK. You should try it sometime.”
Robin collapses but refuses to stay down. In the chaos of another attempted triple-team, Robin fires back with a DDT that spikes Abaddon, and for a moment all four men are down.
From there the match becomes a wild tug-of-war:
Abaddon and Frost repeatedly try to isolate Robin, chaining Hellbreaker and head scissors, only for Robin to fire back with corner cannonballs and near falls.
On the outside, Heyman screams orders, pacing like a crazed general.
Little John and Tuck dive in whenever Robin reaches their corner, dragging Abaddon outside once with a DDT and a big throw over the top rope.
Abaddon nearly wins it early with a Hell’s Fury triple powerbomb on Robin, but Friar Tuck dives in for the save at two.
Johnny:
“Robin JUST saved by his brother-in-arms Friar Tuck!”
Eddie:
“Of course he did. Good teams know when their meal ticket’s about to get pinned.”
Momentum shifts again when Robin floors Wilbur with a huge DDT and tags in Little John, only for Jack Frost to meet him with Arctic Blast punches and a cold, clinical onslaught.
By the middle stretch, everyone gets a piece:
Tuck and Abaddon slug it out, Tuck hitting a Snap Suplex while Abaddon fires back with yet another Hell’s Fury and several desperate pin attempts.
Little John absorbs bodyslams and throat punches, somehow kicking out each time to a growing “MER-RY BAND!” chant.
Robin re-enters with flurries of DDTs whenever he’s tagged in, bouncing Abaddon and Wilbur’s heads off the mat like basketballs.
Johnny:
“I have NEVER seen Robin Hood wrestle with this much urgency — this is personal in every way!”
Eddie:
“It’s easy to be motivated when a whole demonic stable ruined your love life, Johnny!”
The Legion ramp up the cheating: more triple-teams, more cheap shots from Heyman, more crowd heat. In one huge moment, all three Legion members swarm Robin with a lifting forearm smash, Netherstrike kneelift, and Arctic Blast, folding him up.
But Robin fights back with a pumphandle kneecap brainbuster on Wilbur, then tags Tuck, who triggers a beautiful triple-TEAM retaliation: reverse chinlock from Tuck, shoulder claw from Little John, and pop-up powerbomb from Robin, nearly ending it before Wilbur barely escapes.
The match wears on, bodies flying in and out:
Wilbur nearly pins Tuck with a lifting forearm smash, Little John making the save.
Robin plants Wilbur with an apron powerbomb on the floor; the count nearly reaches ten before Wilbur stumbles back in at seven.
Jack Frost drops both Robin and John with repeated Ice Storm flying elbow drops, coming within a heartbeat of victory more than once.
Johnny:
“What resilience from the Merry Band! They REFUSE to stay down!”
Eddie:
“And what brilliance from the Legion! They REFUSE to wrestle fair — as they should!”
Late in the match, Frost slaps on the Frostbite Clutch on Robin. The crowd gasps as Robin fades, but Tuck throws himself onto Frost to break it up, saving his friend yet again.
Frost tags Abaddon.
The Demon of the North stalks Robin, smirking, ready to finish this saga once and for all.
They lock up — Robin spins behind, spikes Abaddon with yet another thunderous DDT.
Abaddon rolls toward the ropes, stunned, and Heyman panics.
The Grinch hops onto the apron, grabs the camera cord, and loops it around Robin’s throat from behind, YANKING back in full view of Honest Abe.
Robin clutches at his neck as Heyman pulls, eyes wide.
Johnny:
“HEYMAN IS CHOKING ROBIN WITH A CORD! COME ON!”
Abe sees it, no choice left. He calls for the bell.
The crowd explodes.
Eddie:
“What?! No, no, no, no! He was just—he was adjusting his tie! That’s a SETUP, Johnny!”
Johnny:
“Give me a break, Eddie — that’s a blatant disqualification!”
The bell keeps ringing as the Merry Band rush Abaddon and Heyman. Frost and Wilbur yank their leader out of the ring, dragging him and Heyman up the ramp while the Band stand tall, all three in black, fists raised, the fans roaring their approval.
Johnny:
“The Merry Band win the match — maybe not the way they wanted, but they’ve JUST stolen one back from the Demonic Legion!”
Eddie:
“Stolen? Heyman was OUT-COACHED by the referee, that’s what happened! This is an outrage!”
Robin stares after the retreating Legion, one hand on his throat, eyes burning with unfinished business.
ROBIN HOOD, FRIAR TUCK & LITTLE JOHN DEFEAT ABADDON, JACK FROST & WILBUR “TERROR FANG” TOWNSEND VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK
The camera cuts backstage to a shimmering gold-and-silver interview setup — unmistakably decorated to Rich Athlete specifications. Alexandra Jones stands ready, mic raised, when—
The Rich Athlete explodes onto the set, robe shimmering like a platinum disco ball, Northern Lights Championship over his shoulder, champagne flute in hand.
Behind him stands Ruth Heartless, poised like a wolf in designer clothing — arms crossed, lips sharp, eyes colder than the Glacier Plex.
Alexandra forces a professional smile.
Alexandra:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time — the Northern Lights Champion, The Rich Athlete, and his manager, Ruth Heartless.”
The Rich Athlete lowers his sunglasses dramatically — indoors.
Rich Athlete:
“Alexandra, Alexandra, Alexandra… please.
ANNOUNCE. ME. PROPERLY.”
He stretches his arms out wide.
Rich Athlete:
“THE best-looking, best-dressed, best-financed, most-envied champion in NPCW AND HCW’s greatest acquisition-that-got-away! The man who turns THIS—”
he gestures around—
“—into PRIME TIME just by standing here…”
A pose.
A smirk.
A swirl of his champagne flute.
Rich Athlete:
“…The Rich. Athlete.”
The arena boos echo backstage.
He grins.
Rich Athlete:
“Ahhh… the beautiful music of jealousy.”
Ruth steps forward smoothly.
Ruth Heartless:
“Alexandra, try to understand: my client is a champion because he is superior — financially, genetically, and aesthetically. Lesser men simply orbit his gravity.”
Alexandra nods, though she's visibly annoyed.
Alexandra:
“Well, tonight you defend your Northern Ligh—”
Rich Athlete suddenly cuts her off with a loud throat-clearing gesture.
Rich Athlete:
“Actually… correction. Allow me to make this SO much more interesting.”
He steps closer to the camera.
Rich Athlete:
“Last week at HCW’s Zero Hour, Van Helsing got lucky. ONE lucky moment. ONE fluke. And he stole MY HCW TV Title!”
Ruth nods with manufactured outrage.
Ruth Heartless:
“Robbery. Vandalism. A crime against luxury.”
Rich Athlete pulls out a folded document with a flourish — a contract.
Rich Athlete:
“So tonight, Alexandra? I say we make it RIGHT.
Tonight… I CASH IN.
TITLE!
VERSUS!
TITLE!”
He spreads his arms wide, as if expecting confetti to drop from the ceiling.
But instead—
Commissioner Bob Cratchit hurries into frame, with Scrooge waddling behind him clutching a ledger.
Cratchit raises his hands.
Commissioner Cratchit:
“Mr. Athlete, that match is NOT sanctioned tonight.
This is not an HCW event — therefore, the HCW TV Title will NOT be defended at Nightmare at the North Pole.”
The Rich Athlete’s jaw DROPS open as if someone told him champagne was illegal now.
Rich Athlete:
“What?! EXCUSE ME?! Do you have ANY idea who I AM?!”
Scrooge:
“Aye, lad! Yer the man who LOST a match for the HCW TV Title! Don’t come trying to fix yer problems on MY payroll!”
Cratchit continues.
Commissioner Cratchit:
“Here is what will happen:
Tonight’s match remains for the NPCW Northern Lights Championship only.
But—”
he raises a finger—
“you will receive an HCW TV Title rematch (as agreed to with Donnie B… at Wrestlefest Boxing Day.”
The Rich Athlete looks horrified.
Rich Athlete:
“BOXING DAY?! That’s… that’s practically in the FUTURE! I demand justice NOW! I demand a CASH-IN!”
Ruth Heartless:
“This is unacceptable. Outrageous! My client is a man of prestige—”
Scrooge:
“And prestige don’t mean squat without paperwork and a sanction, missy!”
Rich Athlete steps forward, furious.
Rich Athlete:
“No. No, no, NO! This is sabotage! This is discrimination against wealth! Against excellence! Against BEAUTY!”
Cratchit adjusts his glasses calmly.
Commissioner Cratchit:
“It’s called rules. Learn them.”
Rich Athlete throws his arms up.
Rich Athlete:
“Fine! I’ll defend ONE title tonight — and Van Helsing better PRAY he survives long enough to make it to Boxing Day!”
Ruth puts a hand on his chest to calm him down.
Ruth Heartless:
“Come, champ. Let the peasants choke on their limitations.”
Rich Athlete scowls at Alexandra, Scrooge, and Cratchit, then storms off, robe swirling dramatically behind him.
Alexandra:
“…Well…
back to you, Johnny and Eddie.”
The lights dim to an icy blue and silver glow as the Northern Lights Championship graphic appears on the big screen.
Johnny:
“Fans, it’s time for the Northern Lights Championship! Van Helsing has been laser-focused since earning this shot — but he stands across the ring from one of the most arrogant, infuriatingly effective champions we’ve ever seen!”
Eddie:
“Johnny, please — you talk like arrogance is a flaw. The Rich Athlete is class, cash, charisma, and championship gold. Van Helsing hunts monsters… but he can’t afford THIS kind of luxury!”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie stands in the center of the ring, posture regal.
Louie:
“Ladies and gentlemen… this contest is for the NORTHERN LIGHTS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Introducing first… the challenger…”
“Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall… weighing 260 pounds… from the darkened corners of forgotten legends… he is the relentless force that hunts the night—VAN HELSING!”
Spotlight hits the stage.
VAN HELSING’S ENTRANCE
A haunting church bell tolls.
Blue smoke billows across the ramp.
Van Helsing strides out wearing a long hunter’s coat, silver stakes at his belt, eyes burning with righteous purpose.
He raises one stake to the sky as the crowd erupts.
Johnny:
“Van Helsing looks READY. Determined. Focused.”
Eddie:
“Oh yeah, he’s focused, Johnny. Focused on losing! He’s walking into a tax bracket he doesn’t belong in!”
Van Helsing enters the ring, pacing, itching for the bell.
Louie:
“And his opponent… accompanied to the ring by Ruth Heartless… he is the reigning! Defending! Northern Lights Champion…
THE RICH… ATHLEEEETE!”
THE RICH ATHLETE’S ENTRANCE
Golden spotlights explode across the arena.
A shower of glittering pyrotechnics rains down as The Rich Athlete struts onto the stage in a shimmering platinum robe.
He spins once, displaying the Northern Lights Championship as if it were a crown jewel.
Ruth Heartless walks beside him, smirking with calculated cruelty.
The fans BOOOOOO loudly.
The Rich Athlete grins and taps his ear as if the boos were applause.
Eddie:
“Listen to that ovation, Johnny! They LOVE him!”
Johnny:
“That’s not love, Eddie!”
Eddie:
“Jealousy, love, same thing.”
The Rich Athlete enters the ring, hands the referee his sunglasses as if tipping a valet, then lounges dramatically in the corner.
The Match
The bell rings.
Johnny:
“And here we go—Northern Lights Title on the line!”
1st minute
Both men explode out of the gate — Shin Breaker by Rich Athlete, Crossface by Van Helsing, and suddenly the Hunter has the champ trapped.
Eddie:
“Hey! He can’t do that! He just started!”
Johnny:
“The Rich Athlete is already in trouble—Van Helsing has him in the Holy Crossface!”
The champ claws to the ropes, refusing to submit.
2nd minute
Ruth tries to point out a weakness — but Van Helsing reverses, planting Rich Athlete with a Running DDT.
Johnny:
“Van Helsing is all over the champion!”
Eddie:
“That’s illegal! He reversed a managerial observation!”
3rd minute
Back on their feet — Pectoral Chop from the champ, Roundhouse Right from Van Helsing.
4th minute
The Rich Athlete fires off Fortune’s Fist, but Van Helsing drills him with another Running DDT.
Johnny:
“Van Helsing is dismantling him!”
Eddie:
“HE’S RUINING A PERFECTLY GOOD SUIT IS WHAT HE’S DOING!”
5th minute
Ruth Heartless climbs onto the apron, flirting with the camera — Van Helsing ignores her completely and pulls The Rich Athlete into another Holy Crossface!
Johnny:
“Van Helsing has the champion trapped again!”
Eddie:
“No! You’re supposed to look at Ruth! That’s the RULE!”
The Rich Athlete desperately clings on, refusing to tap.
6th minute
The champ tries a Seven-Figure Suplex — Van Helsing slips free.
7th minute
The Rich Athlete gets dirty — a blatant choke across the ropes.
Johnny:
“Oh come on!”
Eddie:
“Legal! Beautiful! Inspirational!”
8th minute
Both men fire off suplexes — Seven-Figure Suplex vs. Vertical Suplex — the crowd loving the back-and-forth.
9th minute — THE FINISH
The Rich Athlete suddenly traps Van Helsing’s leg, twisting into the Luxurious Leglock!
Van Helsing claws at the canvas—
reaches—
strains—
But cannot escape.
Johnny:
“Van Helsing can’t break free! He’s hurt—he’s fading—”
Eddie:
“Yes! Yes! Money ALWAYS wins!”
1…2…3!
The referee calls it.
THE RICH ATHLETE DEFEATS VAN HELSING VIA PINFALL AT THE 9-MINUTE MARK
The Rich Athlete rolls out of the ring immediately, clutching his title like a priceless artifact. Ruth Heartless applauds proudly as he shouts into the camera—
Rich Athlete:
“You! Can’t! Stop! CLASS!
You! Can’t! Stop! CASH!
SEE YOU AT WRESTLEFEST!”
They strut up the ramp while Van Helsing sits in the ring, frustrated but unbroken.
Johnny:
“The Rich Athlete escapes with the title tonight — but Van Helsing gave him a fight he won’t forget!”
Eddie:
“Escapes? Johnny, Johnny, Johnny — the champ won exactly how he planned it. That leglock was SIGNATURE luxury!”
The camera cuts backstage to the frosted interview zone, shimmering with gold lights — fitting for three women who insist they are the future of NPCW’s women’s division.
Standing center stage is Smooth Samantha, smiling for the camera as she turns toward her guests:
Alice, Dorothy, and Goldie Locks — The Blonde Bombshells.
All three stand in formation, dressed in matching black-and-gold gear, hoods up, confident and defiant. Alice grips a metal staff casually over her shoulder. Dorothy’s glare could melt ice. Goldie — sunglasses down, lips curled in a smirk — radiates championship swagger.
Samantha lifts her mic.
Smooth Samantha:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the reigning North Star Tag Team Champions — The Blonde Bombshells! Tonight, Dorothy and Alice defend the titles against Mrs. Claus and Pearl… and tomorrow, Goldie Locks challenges Lilith for the Queen of the North Championship.”
The crowd buzz from the arena can be faintly heard through the monitors.
Dorothy steps forward, eyes fierce.
Dorothy:
“Mrs. Claus and Pearl… the ‘establishment.’ The cuddly, safe, wholesome faces that NPCW parades around to make everybody feel warm and fuzzy inside.”
She scoffs.
Dorothy:
“Newsflash — warm and fuzzy doesn’t win championships.”
Alice taps her metal staff lightly against her shoulder.
Alice:
“The Bombshells don’t play nice. We don’t bake cookies. And we don’t ‘behave’ to make the fans feel better. We’re not here to be adorable.”
She leans closer.
Alice:
“We’re here to dominate.”
Goldie lowers her sunglasses, revealing cold, electric eyes.
Goldie Locks:
“And tomorrow night… when I pry the Queen of the North Title from Lilith’s little demonic claws? The whole world is finally going to understand what we’ve been saying since day one…”
She smirks boldly.
Goldie Locks:
“The Blonde Bombshells aren’t the future.”
A beat.
“We’re the current. We run this division. We set the bar, we break the bar, and then we shove the pieces down the throats of anyone who tries to step in our way.”
Dorothy and Alice nod with absolute conviction.
Smooth Samantha:
“Alice, Dorothy — any final words for your challengers tonight?”
The Bombshells step forward in perfect unison, fists clenched, eyes blazing into the camera.
Blonde Bombshells (together):
“We… are here… to BLOW YOU UP— KA BOOM!”
They strike their signature pose, the entire backstage area practically vibrating with their explosive energy.
Smooth Samantha forces a smile, clearly intimidated.
Smooth Samantha:
“…Back to you, Hana and Vera.”
The crowd hums with excitement as Hana and Vera sit ready at ringside.
Hana:
“Minasan… it is time for the North Star Tag Team Championship! A rivalry that began in the spring… and tonight… it explodes! Hai! The air is electric!”
Vera:
“Indeed. The history between these women is extensive. The Blonde Bombshells have held these titles since their inception and consistently exhibit innovative offense. But Mrs. Claus and Pearl have formed an unexpectedly cohesive combination and cannot be underestimated.”
The house lights dim. Louie Linville steps forward, posture immaculate.
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Louie:
“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first… the challengers…”
A warm holiday bell chimes, and the crowd cheers.
MRS. CLAUS & PEARL’S ENTRANCE
Snowflakes fall across the screen as Mrs. Claus walks out in red-and-white battle gear, confident and maternal, waving to the crowd with genuine warmth. Pearl follows — fierce, focused, cracking her knuckles, ready for a fight.
The crowd’s cheers swell.
Hana:
“Oohh! The fans LOVE Mrs. Claus! Sugoi! And Pearl… serious, determined… tonight she is a warrior.”
Vera:
“Pearl has improved dramatically in recent months. Footwork, crisp execution — she’s a true technician when she wants to be.”
Mrs. Claus and Pearl step into the ring, raising their hands in unison.
The lights suddenly cut.
A beat of silence—
BOOM!
A pyro burst from the balcony startles the crowd, who erupt.
THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS’ ENTRANCE — THROUGH THE CROWD
Alice, Dorothy, and Goldie Locks storm through the audience, hoods up, moving like a strike unit. Alice taps her metal staff against the railing. Dorothy slaps hands with fans. Goldie simply smirks behind her sunglasses.
Louie:
“And now… making their way to the ring through the audience… they are the reigning, defending NORTH STAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… DOROTHY! ALICE! THE BLONDE… BOMBSHELLS!”
The arena explodes.
Hana:
“Kyaaa!! The champions enter with so much energy! This is why the people adore them — unpredictable, wild, kakko ii… very cool!”
Vera:
“They’ve perfected controlled chaos. The Bombshells strike quickly, overwhelm opponents, and always seem to be two steps ahead on transitions.”
Dorothy and Alice hop the barricade in unison, sliding under the ropes. Goldie stays ringside, arms crossed, scouting, confident.
The Match
The bell rings.
Hana:
“Here we go! Hajimemashou!”
1st minute
Alice opens fast, but Mrs. Claus counters her Keylock with surprising resilience and snaps a kick to the midsection.
Alice tags Dorothy. Mrs. Claus tags Pearl.
2nd minute
Pearl dazzles with a crisp Japanese Arm Drag.
Vera:
“Beautiful execution. Pearl has excellent leverage awareness.”
3rd minute
Pearl tries a Scissored Armlock — Alice reverses into a Wonderland’s End Moonsault!
Hana:
“AHHH! Subarashii!! What a moonsault by Alice!”
4th minute
Dorothy enters and hits a perfect Kansas Cyclone Tornado DDT.
5th minute
Mrs. Claus re-enters and immediately locks in the Claus Clutch, bending Dorothy back.
Alice dives in just in time to break it.
Hana:
“Ooohh! That was very close! Mrs. Claus almost had her!”
6th minute
The Bombshells double-team — One-Armed Neckbreaker Slam from Dorothy, Keylock from Alice.
7th minute
Mrs. Claus chops Dorothy down with authority.
Vera:
“Mrs. Claus uses her strength effectively. Very grounded offense.”
8th minute
Dorothy delivers a Spinebuster and nearly pins Mrs. Claus.
9th minute
Pearl and Dorothy collide — Spinebuster vs. Double Axe Handles.
10th minute
Pearl drills Dorothy with The Tooth Extractor.
Hana:
“Pearl is on fire! Hai!”
Dorothy tags Alice.
11th minute
Alice hits a crisp Rabbit Hole DDT — Pearl barely escapes the pin.
12th minute
Mrs. Claus returns, chopping Alice to the mat. Alice tags Dorothy.
13th minute
Pearl and Mrs. Claus double-team Dorothy — Tooth Buster into Back Hand Chop.
14th minute
The Bombshells answer with an Emerald City Elbow and a Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana.
15th minute
Alice double-kneedrops Pearl, who fires back with the Tooth Extractor.
16th minute — ALL FOUR IN THE RING
Chaos erupts.
Dorothy bulldogs Pearl.
Alice armdrags her.
Pearl hits another Tooth Buster.
Mrs. Claus locks in the Claus Clutch on Dorothy—
until Alice kicks her away.
The crowd roars.
17th–18th minute
More double-teaming — Spinebuster, Code Red, Wonderland Whirl — Pearl somehow keeps getting up.
Vera:
“Pearl’s resilience is remarkable. Most competitors would be finished.”
19th minute
Dorothy tags Alice, who resets the pace.
20th minute
Pearl smashes Alice with a spinning back elbow before tagging Mrs. Claus.
21st minute — THE FINISH
Alice slips under Mrs. Claus, traps her arm, rolls through—
KEYLOCK! Keylock locked in!
Mrs. Claus fights… struggles… reaches—
But Alice wrenches back and hooks the leg—
1!
2!
3!
The Bombshells retain.
Hana:
“THAT’S IT! Alice secures the win! Sugoi! What a match!”
Vera:
“A very tactical victory. Excellent timing on that Keylock.”
Goldie slides into the ring, raising both champions’ arms triumphantly.
ALICE (OF THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS) DEFEATS MRS. CLAUS VIA PINFALL AT THE 21-MINUTE MARK
The camera cuts backstage to the interview set — but something feels off.
There is no roar from the crowd, no warm lighting — only a dim, flickering bulb above Dave Kent, who looks down at his notes… then up at the empty space beside him.
He clears his throat.
Dave Kent:
“Ladies and gentlemen… my guest at this time is the reigning North Pole Champion AND Universal Champion… Mean Jack Mason.”
The silence hangs for a moment.
Then—
A slow tap… tap… tap echoes from off-screen.
Mean Jack Mason steps into frame.
But not the usual swaggering, smirking, unbeatable alpha.
This Mason is… different.
His head tilts slightly.
His eyes shift around the room as though tracking something invisible.
A half-smile curls across his face — not confident… but unhinged.
And he is alone.
No Polly Mason.
No Marcus.
No Beasts.
Dave immediately notices.
Dave Kent:
“Jack… I’ve gotta start with the obvious here. You’re walking in alone tonight. No entourage. No backup. No family. No Primal Horde. Where is—”
Mason raises a single finger and whispers.
Mean Jack Mason:
“…Shhhh.”
Dave freezes.
Mason slowly turns his head to the left, staring at nothing.
Mean Jack Mason:
“You hear that…? They’re talkin’ again.”
He leans in closer to the empty corner of the room.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Yeah… yeah I KNOW he’s asking.
Should I tell him…?
…No?
He’s not ready?”
He turns back to Dave and smiles — an eerie, unsettling grin.
Mean Jack Mason:
“They said no.”
Dave blinks, completely thrown.
Dave Kent:
“Jack, who exactly is—”
Mean Jack Mason:
“Ohhh Davey boy, you always ask too many questions. That’s why your segment runs long.”
He chuckles to himself, pacing.
Mean Jack Mason:
“You wanna know where Polly is.
Where Marcus is.
Where my Beasts are.”
He puts a hand to his ear.
Listens.
Nods.
Mean Jack Mason:
“They’re… around.”
He gestures vaguely to the darkness behind the set.
Mean Jack Mason:
“You ever lose something right in front o’ ya, Dave?
Ever misplace keys? A phone? Your MIND?”
Dave lifts a brow.
Dave Kent:
“Jack… are you alright? This doesn’t sound like the Mean Jack Mas—”
Mason SLAMS his title belt onto a crate, leaning in nose-to-nose with Dave, eyes wide.
Mean Jack Mason:
“I’m BETTER than Mean Jack Mason.
I’m clearer.
Sharper.
Stronger.
And tonight…”
He taps the side of his skull twice.
Mean Jack Mason:
“The voices say I get to BREAK a myth.
The voices say I get to finally crack the big, furry freak in half.
The voices say…”
He pauses, listening again.
Then grins in a sick, almost childlike way.
Mean Jack Mason:
“They say Yeti’s nothin’ but a bedtime story someone forgot to finish.”
Dave tries again.
Dave Kent:
“So you’re confident going into the main event—”
Mean Jack Mason:
“CONFIDENT?!”
He laughs — loudly, wildly, echoing through the hallway.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Dave, I’m the North Pole Champion AND the Universal Champion.
I don’t DO confidence.
I do DESTINY.
I do PROPHECY.
I do EXACTLY what the voices tell me.”
He points directly into the camera.
Mean Jack Mason:
“And tonight…
they tell me…”
He whispers the last line.
Mean Jack Mason:
“…the Yeti melts.”
He picks up his titles, slings them over his shoulders, and turns to leave — then stops.
He tilts his head. Listens.
Mean Jack Mason:
“…What?
Oh… okay.”
He looks at Dave one last time.
Mean Jack Mason:
“They say goodbye.”
He walks off into the dark hallway, humming to himself.
Dave stands frozen, stunned.
Dave Kent:
“…Johnny… Eddie… I—I don’t know what we just saw.”
The arena lights dim to an ominous icy blue. A cold wind sound effect rolls through the Glacier Plex as Louie Linville steps into the spotlight.
Johnny:
“Fans… it’s the match one full year in the making. Yeti’s return. Mason’s descent into madness. The Dark Dominion’s shadow looming over everything we’ve seen tonight!”
Eddie:
“And THIS is Yeti’s glorious moment, Johnny! The ALPHA BEAST is back, and Mason’s done nothing but embarrass himself all night. The Dominion is about to get their gold!”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
YETI’S ENTRANCE
Louie raises the mic.
Louie:
“Introducing first… accompanied to the ring by Count Vlad and Feral… the challenger… hailing from the Frozen Depths…
THE PRIMORDIAL ALPHA BEAST…
YEEEEEETIIIIIII!”
A thunderous, rumbling roar hits the speakers.
Yeti stomps out onto the stage, massive, white-furred, terrifyingly powerful. The Glacier Plex shakes with boos and fear.
Behind him walks Count Vlad, expression sharp, regal, and furious.
Beside him stalks Feral, snarling, catlike, wild.
Johnny:
“Oh my! Look at Yeti — he may be the most dangerous force this company has EVER seen.”
Eddie:
“And he’s about to become Champion, Johnny! This is DESTINY!”
Yeti climbs into the ring, pounding his chest, roaring toward the rafters.
A STRANGE INTERRUPTION
Louie prepares for the champion’s introduction—
but a stagehand rushes up and hands him a small notecard.
Louie looks confused… then shrugs.
Louie:
“…Uh… ladies and gentlemen… and now…
hailing from Pleasant Pines, Alaska…
accompanied by… his manager… the Siren of Sanity… Polly Mason…
and his emotional support penguin… Flippers…
your reigning North Pole Champion…
the MEANEST MADMAN in the world…
JAAAAAACK MAAAAASON!”
The crowd ERUPTS — confused, shocked, then roaring in disbelief.
POLLY MASON APPEARS — SANE. HUMAN. WHOLE.
Polly Mason walks out first.
Not in a torn nurse’s uniform.
Not in her wild, mind-controlled attire.
Not with madness in her eyes.
She looks… normal.
Grounded.
Calm.
Wearing a leather jacket and jeans.
Smiling a genuine, human smile.
She holds Flippers in her arms.
The crowd GASPS. Then CHEERS.
Johnny:
“WHAT?! POLLY MASON! She—she looks—HUMAN again! Sane again! HOW?!”
Eddie:
“No, no, no! This is wrong! This is VERY wrong! Where’s the Dominion control? Where’s the programming?!”
Polly steps aside.
MEAN JACK MASON ARRIVES — LOOKING LIKE MADMAN MASON REBORN
Jack Mason emerges next.
Black trunks.
Leather jacket.
Sunglasses.
Hair wild.
Grin insane.
He looks like Madman Mason, but carries himself with the swagger of Mean Jack Mason.
A terrifying fusion.
Johnny:
“This isn’t the Mean Jack we saw earlier… THIS is the Madman! Mason looks unhinged!”
Eddie:
“NO NO NO NO—this is insanty!”
Jack walks right up to the ring and points straight at Vlad.
Vlad’s face twists in rage, whispering venomously:
Count Vlad:
“You will pay for this, Mason… Yeti, tear him apart. NOW.”
Yeti snarls.
The Match
The bell rings.
1st minute
Both collide instantly.
Mason spikes Yeti with The Relapse Piledriver, but Yeti pops up and unloads an Arctic Blast Smash.
Johnny:
“WHAT a collision! Two monsters throwing bombs from the opening bell!”
Eddie:
“Yeti’s just warming up, Johnny! Mason’s gonna fold!”
2nd minute
Mason hits a Snap Suplex—
Yeti DRILLS him with a Glacial Driver Tombstone.
Johnny:
“OH MY—Yeti DROPS Mason straight onto his head!”
3rd minute
Mason rains punches.
Yeti responds with another Arctic Blast.
4th minute
Yeti batters Mason relentlessly.
Eddie:
“Yes! CRUSH HIM! Make Vlad proud!”
5th minute
Mason EXPLODES with a massive Shut-In Slam Spinebuster.
6th minute
Yeti takes control after Vlad distracts Mason.
7th minute
Mason hits a low blow —
Yeti stomps his face.
Johnny:
“This is a BRAWL! A fight for survival!”
8th minute
Another Relapse Piledriver shakes the ring.
9th minute
Polly suddenly tries to distract Yeti with a nervous little song—
but Yeti ignores her.
10th minute
Yeti halts another Shut-In Slam.
11th minute
Polly CLOWS Honest Abe’s face—
yet somehow Mason isn’t DQ’d.
Eddie:
“WHY ISN’T THE MATCH OVER?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”
12th–14th minute
More brutal back-and-forth.
Vlad tries to psyche Yeti up—
Mason REVERSES it and Polly distracts the referee with a bizarre dance and poem.
Johnny:
“This entire match is madness!”
15th–19th minute
Both men empty the tank.
Spinebusters. Foot stomps. Punches. Roars.
Neither man stays down.
Johnny:
“I have NEVER seen either of these monsters pushed to this degree!”
20th minute — THE MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGES
Suddenly—
A massive cloaked figure emerges from the crowd.
He steps toward ringside.
Throws off his cloak—
Revealing a towering, brown-furred SASQUATCH.
The crowd SCREAMS.
Johnny:
“IT’S—IT’S BIGFOOT?! BIGFOOT IS HERE AT THE GLACIER PLEX!”
Eddie:
“WHY IS HE REAL?! WHY IS HE HERE?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!”
Yeti stares at the newcomer.
His eyes widen.
His lips part.
And he mouths one word:
“…Bigfoot?”
That half-second of confusion—
That tiny break in the Alpha Beast’s focus—
Jack strikes.
PERSONALITY DISORDER STUNNER!!
Yeti collapses.
Johnny:
“HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! MASON WITH THE PERSONALITY DISORDER!”
Eddie:
“Nooooo!! GET UP YETI!!”
Jack hooks the leg.
1!
2!
3!
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS YETI VIA PINFALL AT THE 20-MINUTE MARK
POST MATCH
Jack rolls out of the ring immediately, North Pole Title in hand.
Polly jumps into his arms and Flippers flaps happily.
Bigfoot steps beside them like a guardian.
Yeti scrambles to his knees in the ring, ROARING in frustration.
Vlad is livid.
Feral hisses violently toward the ramp.
Count Vlad:
“MASON! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
Jack smirks back at them.
Raises his title.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Welcome back…
to MY house.”
The crowd erupts as Mason, Polly, Flippers, and Bigfoot head up the ramp victorious.
The camera returns to ringside as the crowd in Scrooge’s Glacier Plex is still losing its mind from the main event twist—Bigfoot, Polly restored, Mason’s rebellion against the Dominion, and Yeti’s shocking defeat.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels and Eddie Ellington sit at the commentary desk, both visibly overwhelmed — Johnny from excitement, Eddie from pure rage and disbelief.
Johnny:
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… WHAT A NIGHT! WHAT A NIGHT ONE OF NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE! Eddie, I don’t even know where to START! Mean Jack Mason, Polly Mason restored to herself, BIGFOOT walking through the crowd, and Mason STILL North Pole Champion!”
Eddie:
“I’m calling the authorities, Johnny. I’m calling animal control. I’m calling cryptozoologists. I’m calling ANYONE who can explain WHY BIGFOOT JUST COST YETI THE TITLE. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT! COUNT VLAD HAD A PLAN!”
Johnny:
“Well Eddie, plans have a funny way of falling apart when a seven-foot-tall legend of folklore shows up!”
Eddie:
“Oh yeah, hilarious! Just hilarious, Johnny! Yeti had this match WON! Vlad had everything lined up — the Dominion was ascending! And THEN—THEN—Bigfoot strolls in like he’s returning from a coffee run! I can’t work in these conditions!”
Johnny laughs, shaking his head.
Johnny:
“Fans, tonight saw the Bombshells retain their championships, the Merry Band reunite in triumph, the rise of new contenders in the women’s division, and the Rich Athlete STILL the Northern Lights Champion. And oh yes—Mean Jack Mason may be more unpredictable than EVER!”
Eddie:
“Unpredictable?! Johnny, the man is a walking lawsuit with sunglasses! He’s hearing voices, he’s hiding his Beasts, he’s smuggling in cryptids — he’s OUT OF CONTROL!”
Johnny:
“And tomorrow night, Eddie… this was only NIGHT ONE. Night Two of Nightmare at the North Pole promises to be even BIGGER!”
He leans closer to the camera.
Johnny:
“Krampus vs. Mean Jack Mason for the Universal Title… The Champions of Camelot stepping into WARGAMES… Goldie Locks challenging Lilith for the Queen of North Championship… Snow White in action… AND SO MUCH MORE!”
Eddie:
“Yeah? Well, SOMEBODY better make sure Bigfoot isn’t on the guest list! I’m serious, Johnny. I’m not coming back tomorrow if giant woodland creatures keep interfering in matches!”
Johnny puts a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder.
Johnny:
“Fans… from all of us here at NPCW… thank you for joining us for a spectacular, unforgettable Night One. We will see you TOMORROW NIGHT for NIGHT TWO of Nightmare at the North Pole! Goodnight, everybody!”
Eddie:
“And bring tranquilizers!”
The show fades out on the roaring crowd, the swirling snow graphics, and the dramatic musical score of NPCW’s biggest weekend of the year.
The camera fades in on a dimly lit corridor.
Jack Mason, Polly Mason, and Bigfoot move toward the Primal Horde dressing room, all three energized, victorious, and flush with adrenaline.
Flippers waddles proudly at their heels.
Jack swings the door open—
—and everything STOPS.
THE ROOM
The lights are low. The air heavy.
And the Primal Horde’s dressing room looks like a hostage scene.
Marcus the Beastmaster is tied to a chair with his own chains, wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms, gagged with duct tape. His eyes burn with fury.
Standing behind him is Superstar Billy Pearl — Disciple of Negropolis #1 — but not in his disciple garb. He wears jeans, boots, a leather coat. His massive arms folded, watching.
Beside him is Cara Loco — Disciple #2 — mask still on, but dressed normally, hands on his hips, bouncing lightly as if waiting for a fight to break out.
On a bench sits Ace MacDougal, casually reading a newspaper, kilt draped neatly, looking completely unbothered.
And finally, in the darkest corner of the room, the unmistakable silhouette of Negropolis — still, silent, brooding, skull mask catching the faint light like a warning.
Jack, Polly, and Bigfoot all freeze in place.
Ace looks up and grins.
Ace MacDougal (Scottish brogue):
“Aye! There he is — the conquering hero! Fine match tonight, Jackie boy.”
Jack raises a brow but nods in appreciation.
Then Marcus starts thrashing violently, chair scraping against the floor, chains rattling.
Mmmph!! MRRGHH!!
Jack sighs, casually steps over, and with one swift rip, tears the duct tape from Marcus’s mouth.
Marcus snarls like a rabid animal.
Marcus the Beastmaster:
“I KNEW you couldn’t be trusted, Mason! WHERE ARE MY BEASTS?!”
Jack doesn’t respond at first.
Instead he walks calmly to the nearby table where a black case sits — the same one Vlad handed Marcus earlier tonight.
He picks it up.
Opens it.
Inside are the glowing vials of Moreau’s serum — the chemical leash that bound The Beasts to Marcus’s control.
Jack looks Marcus dead in the eyes.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Where are your beasts…?
Safe. From you.
Safe from your chains.
Safe from this poison.”
And without hesitation—
Jack hurls the case onto the floor and STOMPS the vials, glass shattering, blue neon fluid spreading across the tile.
Marcus ROARS in fury, straining so hard that his chair begins to crack.
Jack smirks.
Polly folds her arms, satisfied.
Bigfoot rumbles approvingly.
But before anything can escalate—
THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN.
Yeti storms in, Feral beside him, and Count Vlad steps in last with lethal composure.
Yeti charges forward—
—but Bigfoot immediately steps between them, chest-to-chest with the Alpha Beast.
The arena crowd hears the tension even backstage.
Yeti (snarling):
“You… YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
Bigfoot’s voice is deep, resonant, commanding.
Bigfoot:
“I am here, cousin… to exert my birthright.
To claim what you pretend to be.
To challenge you…
as the TRUE Alpha Beast.”
Yeti steps closer, breathing hard, trembling with rage—
—but Vlad lifts a hand.
Count Vlad:
“Enough.”
His voice is smooth, aristocratic, dripping superiority.
Count Vlad:
“Jack Mason… you have made a catastrophic mistake.
A betrayal like this… is always dealt with accordingly.”
Jack turns to him fully, grin widening, eyes wild.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Betrayal?
Oh no, Vlad.
This is freedom.
This is ME being me.”
He steps toward Yeti now.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Tell me something, big man…
How does it feel… to be Vlad’s pet?”
Yeti growls, stepping forward—
Yeti:
“I am NO ONE’S pet!”
Jack tilts his head, mocking confusion.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Really?
Then what’s your Fang Title, huh?
Snowfang?
Furfang?
Beastfang?
WHICH of Daddy Vlad’s little labels do you wear?”
Vlad’s eyes narrow.
Count Vlad:
“Yeti does not require a Fang Title to be valued.
He is weapon, legend, monster — all under Dominion control.”
Yeti lifts his chin proudly.
Yeti:
“I am the ALPHA BEAST.
That is the only title I need.”
A deep, rumbling laugh emanates from Bigfoot.
Bigfoot:
“For now, Yeti.
For now.”
The implication hangs in the air like a blade.
Vlad’s stare is venom.
He turns to Ace.
Count Vlad:
“Release Marcus.”
Ace casually folds his newspaper and stands.
Ace MacDougal:
“Aye, if ye insist.”
He unhooks the chains with disturbingly efficient ease, letting Marcus collapse free — though still burning with rage.
Vlad steps toward the door, gathering his entourage.
Before leaving, he turns back once more, eyes locked on Jack.
Count Vlad:
“This… is not over, Jack Mason.
Not even close.
You have declared war on an empire.”
Jack shrugs, smirking.
Mean Jack Mason:
“Buddy…
I invented war.”
Vlad’s expression darkens.
Count Vlad:
“You will regret this.”
They exit — Yeti snarling, Feral glaring, Marcus fuming at the doorway — leaving Jack, Polly, Bigfoot, Ace, Cara Loco, Billy Pearl, and Negropolis alone in the room.
Negropolis finally steps forward, slow and ominous.
His skull mask tilts toward Jack.
Silent.
Judging.
Approving…?
Jack turns to him.
Mean Jack Mason:
“…Welcome back to my house.”
Negropolis nods once.
Fade out.
Excellent show.
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