Aired - December 21, 2025
[OPEN ON A BLIZZARD EFFECT — THE ICE WINDS HOWLING]
NARRATOR (deep, dramatic):
“Last night… the North Pole trembled.”
Cut to: crowd eruptions, pyro exploding across Scrooge’s Glacier Plex.
THE FALL OF FRIENDSHIPS — THE RISE OF FURY
Bella Aurelia vs. Ursa Titania
Clips of Ursa ragdolling Bella with grinding headlocks… Bella fighting back… Ursa’s sudden, vicious Headbutt Barrage for the win.
NARRATOR:
“Beauty and the Beast shattered… and Ursa Titania proved she is done carrying anyone.”
Quick shot: Ursa passing Marcus backstage, his approving: “Impressive…”
THE SANDMAN STEALS ONE
Negropolis vs. Sandman
Montage of Negropolis dominating early, Sandman barely surviving, Grinch Heyman-style trickery, and finally Sandman hitting a Loaded Elbow Drop and escaping with the pin.
Johnny Michaels (clip):
“NEGROPOLIS HAD HIM—SANDMAN STOLE IT!”
Eddie Ellington (clip, smug):
“A win is a win, Johnny!”
THE REINVENTION OF RIVALS
Polar Bears vs. River Reapers
Quick cuts: double teams, massive slams, Polar Bears roaring.
Finish: Polar Bear 2 crushing Tom Sawyer with the Arctic Avalanche.
NARRATOR:
“The former champions are back in the hunt — and hungry.”
HOODS vs. HOWLERS — A RIVALRY IGNITED
Crimson Vane vs. Moonshadow
Show Moonshadow’s aggression, the Wolf Pack interfering, and Crimson refusing to break.
Final: DQ after a Wolf Pack beatdown — then Scarlett and Ruby Howl storming in for the save.
NARRATOR:
“The Hood Sisters stand united… and war with the Wolf Pack is far from over.”
THE BAND IS BACK — AND VENGEANCE IS SWEET
Clips of Dave Kent interviewing Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, and Little John — the Merry Band reborn.
Then: six-man chaos vs. Abaddon, Jack Frost, and Wilber “Terror Fang” Townsend.
Ending: Paul “The Grinch” Heyman interferes — and gets the Legion disqualified.
NARRATOR:
“The Merry Band didn’t just win… they reclaimed their purpose.”
TITLE VS. TITLE? NOT TONIGHT.
Backstage segment recap:
Rich Athlete arrogantly demanding a Title vs. Title match after losing to Van Helsing at Zero Hour — only for Commissioner Cratchit (and an annoyed Scrooge) to shut him down.
Clip of Athlete’s tantrum:
“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MY TIME IS WORTH?!”
Ruth Heartless sneers behind him.
NORTHERN LIGHTS CHAMPIONSHIP: BANK ACCOUNT BEATS STAKES
Montage: Van Helsing rallying, Rich Athlete cheating openly, Ruth Heartless distracting.
Finish: Rich Athlete locking in the Luxurious Leglock for the win.
Eddie Ellington (clip):
“CLASS! CASH! CHAMPION!”
THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS STAND TALL
Clips of Dorothy and Alice fighting off Mrs. Claus & Pearl in a hard-hitting showcase.
Finish: Alice catching Mrs. Claus in a Keylock for the pin.
The Bombshells scream together:
“WE ARE HERE TO BLOW YOU UP — KA BOOM!”
THE MAIN EVENT — BETRAYAL EXPOSED
Dramatic slow-burn montage:
• Yeti arriving with Vlad and Feral
• Marcus receiving the ominous black case
• Louie Linville stunned, reading the new introduction card
• Polly Mason appearing sane, carrying Flippers
• Jack Mason emerging as a fusion of Mean Jack and Madman Mason
Crowd reaction: shock, confusion, roaring energy.
NARRATOR:
“The Primal Horde expected obedience… instead, Mason unleashed rebellion.”
Show in-ring highlights:
Yeti overpowering Mason
Mason refusing to stay down
Interference attempts failing
Both monsters brawling like titans
THEN — THE CROWD EXPLODES —
A massive brown-furred Sasquatch emerges from the stands.
Vlad: “…Impossible.”
Yeti: “Bigfoot?”
Mason hits the Personality Disorder Stunner as Yeti looks on in disbelief.
1…2…3!
Johnny Michaels (clip):
“HE GOT HIM! MASON RETAINS!”
Eddie Ellington (clip, furious):
“WHERE DID BIGFOOT EVEN COME FROM?!”
THE WAR BEGINS NOW
Show Mason escaping with Polly, Flippers, and Bigfoot.
Cut to Vlad, Yeti, and Feral screaming in rage.
Fade into a dark, chilling shot of Count Vlad’s furious glare.
NARRATOR:
“Night One ended with betrayal… violence… and a Beast’s challenge to the throne.”
“Tonight — Night Two — everything escalates.”
A sweeping crane shot glides across Scrooge’s Glacier Plex, packed to the rafters with 41,000 roaring fans bundled in festive coats and glowing LED scarves. Snowfall drifts from the rafters. The giant snowflake-shaped stage pulses with icy blue light.
Pyro erupts upward like frost-dragons breathing fire — silvers, blues, and violent whites — exploding across the arena in a 30-second barrage. The NIGHT 2 logo forms on the giant screens in a blizzard swirl.
The camera cuts to ringside where Johnny Michaels and Eddie Ellington stand at their booth, a wreath wrapped around Johnny’s mic and a smug grin wrapped across Eddie’s face.
JOHNNY (bright, electrified, smiling wide):
“WELCOME, everyone, to the snowbound spectacle that only NPCW can deliver!
This… is NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE: NIGHT TWO! We are LIVE from Scrooge’s Glacier Plex, and folks — this isn’t just a show. This is the culmination of legends, rivalries, magic, monsters, heart, and history!”
The crowd roars. A “NIGHT-MARE! NIGHT-MARE!” chant starts in Section Frostbite.
EDDIE (leaning back, smirking):
“And Johnny, let’s be honest — some of these people came to see miracles, some came to see violence… and some came to see careers END tonight.
Frankly, I’m here for the ending part.”
JOHNNY:
“We have EIGHT huge matches tonight, including the career-ending, two-out-of-three falls main event:
SANTA CLAUS vs. SINISTER KLAUS!
The Claus Family Saga reaches its final, irreversible chapter!”
EDDIE (grinning like a villain enjoying Christmas morning):
“One Claus walks out… and the other walks into retirement. Permanently.
I’ve been waiting YEARS for this train wreck, Johnny.”
[CUT TO GRAPHICS — MATCH HIGHLIGHT REEL]
Big cinematic montage:
Snow White landing the “Apple Drop” as Luciana Albano snarls back.
The Champions of Camelot stepping through smoke as Monster Bash roars behind cage bars.
Penny & Sorina scoring their upset replayed in slow-motion.
Big Bad Wolf howling over Marcus the Beastmaster.
Krampus vs. Jack Mason intense stare-down with Grinch Heyman lurking.
Lilith’s shadowy throne dissolving into Goldie Locks’ shimmering spotlight.
The Beasts roaring at the Guiding Force and their titles.
Santa and Sinister Klaus face-to-face, decades of family hatred in their eyes.
[CUT BACK TO COMMENTARY]
JOHNNY:
“The atmosphere is electric — and we’re just getting started!
Tonight will shake NPCW to its core.”
EDDIE:
“Let’s hurry up and get to the suffering — it warms my heart, Johnny.”
Johnny actually laughs despite himself.
[CAMERA SWOOPS OVER CROWD]
Fan signs:
“KRAMPUS FEARS GOLDIE!”
“TEAM SANTA FOREVER!”
“SORINA STRIKES TWICE!”
“LET ARTHUR COOK!”
“EDDIE ELLINGTON > CHRISTMAS”
“RETIRE KLAUS FOR GOOD!”
A giant inflatable Sinister Klaus head floats ominously above Section Snowstorm.
JOHNNY (voice rising):
“Ladies and gentlemen — NIGHT TWO begins NOW!”
A final burst of ice-blue pyro detonates behind them.
The lights dim to a warm golden glow as Celeste Orion stands center ring, voice echoing like cathedral bells.
CELESTE ORION (announcing):
“Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome the Commissioner of NPCW…
BOB… CRATCHIIIIIT!”
The crowd cheers as Commissioner Cratchit steps through the curtain, clipboard in hand, scarf fluttering in the cold arena breeze. He is smiling politely… too politely… because walking right behind him is—
EBENEZER SCROOGE.
The crowd BOOS instantly.
Scrooge waves at them with that infuriating “I’m rich and you’re not” grin, wearing a velvet coat lined with gold coins that jingle with every step.
EDDIE (on commentary): “Yes! YES! Let the man speak! He owns this place — literally!”
JOHNNY: “Unfortunately… yes, he does.”
Cratchit tries to step forward, but Scrooge pushes him aside and snatches the microphone.
SCROOGE (projecting smugness into every corner of the Plex): “Welcome, peasants— I mean, valued ticket-buyers — to the greatest night of business this frozen rock has ever seen!
You may cheer now!”
The arena boos louder.
SCROOGE (ignoring them): “As the financier, proprietor, visionary entrepreneur, and— let’s be honest — the ONLY reason any of you are warm enough to sit here tonight…”
He taps the heated floor panels with his cane.
“…I demand you treat this event with the reverence it deserves!”
A snowball flies from the back row. Scrooge jumps.
CRATCHIT (politely stepping in, clearing throat): “Ahem! Thank you, Mr. Scrooge.
Now — everyone — I do have an important announcement to begin tonight’s event.”
Scrooge huffs and folds his arms, mouthing “This is my show…”
CRATCHIT: “As of this morning, the NPCW has received official notice that—
THE BEASTS HAVE RETIRED.
Effective immediately.”
The crowd gasps; some cheer, some boo.
JOHNNY (surprised): “What?! Marcus the Beastmaster’s protégés… gone?!”
EDDIE: “Smartest decision of their lives. I’d retire too if my boss was Marcus.”
CRATCHIT (continuing): “Therefore… tonight’s scheduled NPCW Tag Team Title Match is left without challengers.
Guiding Force— Rudolph and Kris Kringle — currently stand without opponents.”
The crowd murmurs with anticipation.
Scrooge grabs the mic back.
SCROOGE: “NOW SEE HERE! I PAID FOR A TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH AND BY ST. MARLEY’S LEDGER, WE WILL HAVE ONE!”
Suddenly—
The lights go cold.
A deep church bell tolls.
Purple fog rolls across the ramp.
JOHNNY: “…Oh no.”
EDDIE (delighted): “Oh YES.”
Emerging through the mist is Fenwick Grimbough, his long coat tattered like ancient parchment, his monocle gleaming.
Behind him stand Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht, towering, grim, and carrying their cursed “blackened birch bundles.”
The crowd erupts in boos and nervous awe.
Fenwick raises a black envelope.
FENWICK GRIMBOUGH (voice rich, silky, dangerous): “Commissioner Cratchit…
Mr. Scrooge… I come bearing a CONTRACT.”
He slides the envelope across the apron like a ritual offering.
FENWICK:
“Per the rules of the Convergence Battle Royal last month…
I hold a guaranteed title match contract.
Transferable. Bankable.
Payable at any moment of my choosing.”
He smiles thinly.
“And tonight, I choose to cash in…”
Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht step forward.
“…for THE GRIM TIDINGS.”
The arena lights flicker ominously.
CRATCHIT (stunned): “Y—you’re cashing in NOW? For tonight’s match?”
FENWICK (bowing his head slightly):
“Indeed.
Hans Trapp.
Knecht Ruprecht.
The bringers of judgment and dark winter.”
Both men lift their birch bundles simultaneously.
SCROOGE (giddy): “YES! YES! FINALLY some competent businessmen! Match approved!”
Cratchit sighs but nods reluctantly.
CRATCHIT: “Very well… Tonight’s NPCW Tag Team Championship Match will be:
GUIDING FORCE (c) vs. HANS TRAPP & KNECHT RUPRECHT — THE GRIM TIDINGS!”
The crowd has a mixed reaction of fear and excitement.
FENWICK (smirking): “Guiding Force shall be… extinguished.”
Hans Trapp and Ruprecht glare into the camera as the arena darkens one final time before the lights return.
JOHNNY: “WHAT a bombshell announcement to kick off Night Two!”
EDDIE: “Guiding Force is done for. Stick a candy cane in ‘em — they’re finished.”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
[BELL CHIMES — ARENA DARKENS]
A shimmering snowfall effect drifts across the ramp as Celeste Orion steps forward, voice majestic:
CELESTE:
“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…
From the Enchanted Forest…
SNOW… WHIIIIIITE!”
A swirl of white and gold pyro fires upward as Snow White emerges, cloak glittering, twirling gracefully before striking a confident pose. The crowd pops loudly — she’s been on a tear since breaking away from the Princess Pack.
JOHNNY: “Snow White had her shot taken from her once — and now she’s fighting for another chance at the Queen of the North Title!”
EDDIE (scoffing): “Taken? Oh please, Johnny. Luciana’s the real victim here. Snow White is lucky to even be in the same building as her.”
Snow White slides into the ring, focusing her gaze toward the entrance.
CELESTE:
“And her opponent… accompanied by her manager, PIERRE BOULAY…
From Milan, Italy…
LUCIANA… ALBAAAAANO!”
A blast of ruby spotlight hits the stage.
Luciana Albano steps out in a red-and-black couture coat, Pierre Boulay strutting behind her with exaggerated swagger, sunglasses reflecting the lights.
Luciana poses with icy disdain, then storms toward the ring, shouting in Italian at fans who dare boo her.
EDDIE: “YES! The future Queen of the North! And the ONLY woman around here with class, power, and a proper manager!”
JOHNNY: “Eddie… Pierre literally had her match cancelled by pretending to be himself. Make it make sense.”
EDDIE: “Fake news, Johnny. Lies and slander!”
Luciana enters the ring, glaring daggers at Snow White.
The Match
1st Minute
Snow White hits the Kiss of Spite! Luciana can’t stop it!
JOHNNY: “SNOW WHITE STARTS FAST! That knee caught her flush!”
EDDIE: “That was an illegal knee to the face! Where is Honest Abe’s honesty?!”
2nd Minute
Both women hit big moves—
Thorn Crown Driver from Snow White!
Sole Food from Luciana!
JOHNNY: “Back and forth! Neither woman giving an inch!”
EDDIE: “Luciana’s Sole Food should be illegal. Nobody should be allowed to hit a move that perfect!”
3rd Minute
Luciana fires back with a Sole Food that leaves Snow White rocked.
EDDIE: “See?! Queen-level offense!”
4th Minute
Luciana nails a Somersault Senton off the apron, sending Snow White bouncing on the floor.
Snow White beats the count at 8.
JOHNNY: “Snow White just barely makes it back in!”
EDDIE: “For once I agree — she should’ve stayed down.”
5th Minute
PIERRE slips Luciana a foreign object!
Snow White is hit with it!
EDDIE (delighted): “Yes, Pierre! That’s why you hire a manager! Strategy!”
JOHNNY: “Strategy?! That’s cheating!”
EDDIE: “Semantics.”
6th Minute
Snow White hits Enchanted Whirl, but Pierre kicks her in the ribs behind Abe’s back.
EDDIE: “Teamwork makes the dream work, Johnny!”
7th Minute
Snow White fires back with Apple Splitter!
JOHNNY: “That’s the momentum shift she needed!”
8th Minute
Both women hit huge bombs—
Kiss of Life from Snow White
Electric Chair Facebuster from Luciana
9th–17th Minutes
A blistering volley of reversals:
Electric Chair Facebusters
Bridging suplexes
Riptide Pumphandle Bombs
Kiss of Spite
Witch’s Justice
Apple Splitters
Thorn Crown Drivers
The crowd is on its feet as both wrestlers push past exhaustion.
EDDIE: “Luciana is carrying this entire division on her back! Someone get her a crown already!”
JOHNNY: “She’s fighting her heart out — but Snow White will not stay down!”
18th Minute
Another exchange—
Thorn Crown Driver vs Electric Chair Facebuster!
EDDIE: “Luciana refuses to die!”
19th Minute
Luciana tries a Vertical Suplex—
Snow White reverses into the Gilded Grip!
JOHNNY: “WHAT A COUNTER!”
20th Minute — THE FINISH
Snow White distracts the referee—
Pierre is frantic—
And from under the ring emerges…
LILITH.
She spits a mist directly into Luciana’s eyes.
Pierre screams for the ref, but before he can react—
Snow White hits a final, crushing
THORN CROWN DRIVER.
Snow White covers.
Abe counts:
1!
2!
3!
SNOW WHITE DEFEATS LUCIANA ALBANO VIA PINFALL at the 20-MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH: – Match Declaration
Luciana rolls to her knees, blind, furious, screaming in Italian as Pierre frantically tries wiping the mist from her face.
She slams her fists on the mat, shouting:
LUCIANA (enraged):
“LILITH! LILITH! COME FIGHT ME NOW!”
The arena buzzes as Ms. Sweetins strides out onto the stage, microphone in hand.
MS. SWEETINS:
“Luciana… you’ve been wronged again.
So you want Lilith?
You’ve GOT her.”
The crowd erupts.
MS. SWEETINS:
“At WRESTLEFEST — December 26th —
Luciana Albano vs. Lilith…
LAST. WOMAN. STANDING.”
Luciana screams in fury and triumph.
Pierre fist-pumps like he just won a lottery.
Snow White looks stunned in the ring — her victory overshadowed by a war igniting before her eyes.
[BACKSTAGE — “THE ICE LOUNGE” INTERVIEW SET]
The set is decked with frosted lights, glowing candy-cane pillars, and a neon sign reading “SLICK RICKY’S ROCK ‘N’ ROLL RUNDOWN.”
Slick Ricky Vega struts into frame wearing a glitter-dusted blazer, half-unbuttoned shirt, and sunglasses shaped like lightning bolts. He’s holding his trademark rhinestone microphone.
RICKY:
“Ohhhhhh YEAH, North Pole Nation!
It’s your rockstar of revelation, your DJ of destiny, your host of holiday heat — SLICK RICKY VEGA — and I am standin’ here with the cosmic current of tag team wrestling…
THE GUIDING FORCE!”
The crowd in the arena pops through the backstage monitors.
Rudolph and Kris Kringle step in — belts over shoulders, confident but alert.
Rudolph gives Ricky a nod; Kris folds his arms like a seasoned war general.
RICKY:
“Champions, darlings, sugarplums of the squared circle — big news dropped out there tonight! The Beasts? GONE. RETIRED. Vanished like an elf who realized he forgot rent money.
And instead?
You’re now facin’ the grim, the ghastly, the holiday hitmen themselves — Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht!
Talk to me, oh luminous legends — what’s the vibe?”
Rudolph chuckles, shaking his head.
RUDOLPH:
“Ricky, we weren’t expecting to be thrown a curveball tonight — but guiding the way through chaos is kind of our thing.
We respect The Beasts. They hit hard, they fought hard… and we wish them well.
But Grim Tidings?”
Rudolph glances at Kris.
“Yeah, we’ve danced with them before.”
KRIS KRINGLE (stern, gravelly voice):
“And we beat them before.”
He taps the tag belt on his shoulder.
KRIS:
“Hans Trapp hits like a runaway sleigh. Ruprecht’s mean. Fenwick’s scheming never stops.
But this—”
Kringle raises his belt.
“This didn’t come easy. And we’re sure as snow not giving it up in Scrooge’s house.”
RUDOLPH:
“We’ve fought monsters. We’ve fought warlords. We’ve fought demonic factions and dark magic.
And Grim Tidings? They’re strong. They’re dangerous. But they’re not stronger than unity.”
He throws an arm around Kris’ shoulder.
RUDOLPH:
“Guiding Force leads the way — and tonight is no different.”
RICKY (leaning in smugly):
“So you’re NOT worried that a contract cash-in just upended your whole night?”
Kris laughs — a deep, weathered, Kringle laugh.
KRIS:
“Worried?
Kid, I’ve been fighting darkness since before Fenwick Grimbough learned how to tie his first noose.
Hans and Ruprecht want to make this a nightmare?
Well… we’re the ones who bring the dawn.”
RUDOLPH:
“Tonight, Grim Tidings get lost.
Tonight, we keep the North Pole shining.”
He taps his glowing red nose — it flashes bright.
RICKY (throwing his free hand dramatically in the air):
“OHHH YEAH, BABY!
You heard the champions!
The sleigh bells are ringin’, the belts are blingin’, and GRIM TIDINGS —
YOU GOT GUIDED!”
Rudolph smiles; Kris nods with a veteran’s calm intensity.
The camera zooms in as Ricky gives a final rockstar wink.
RICKY:
“Back to you cold-weather connoisseurs at ringside!”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Two rings sit side by side, swallowed by a towering double steel cage. The crowd is buzzing like a live wire.
Celeste Orion stands between the rings, mic in hand, voice booming.
CELESTE:
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…
THIS. IS. WAAAAARGAAAAAMES!”
Huge pyro erupts from the four corners of the stage.
HAMMER (measured, excited):
“Fans, if you’ve never seen it before — two rings, one massive cage, and ten men about to go to war. No escape. No countouts. No disqualifications.”
BRICK (growling, loving it):
“This is real wrestling, Hammer. No Christmas carols, no comedy. Just steel, pain, and bad decisions.”
RULES EXPLANATION (as Celeste speaks over graphics)
Two men start for their teams.
Every two minutes, another wrestler enters, alternating sides.
Until all ten are in, no pinfalls or submissions.
Once everyone’s in, the Match Beyond begins — first pin or submission wins it for their team.
MONSTER BASH & BLACK KNIGHT ENTRANCES
A thunderous monster mash of drums and roars hits the sound system.
Flames erupt as Dragon King storms out first, scales glittering in the light, smoke trailing from his “snout” mask.
Behind him: the hulking Black Knight, the towering Frankenstein’s Monster, the savage brute Kong, and the massive, snarling Ogre. They assemble on the stage like a horror movie final shot.
CELESTE:
“Introducing first… representing Monster Bash and The Broken Crown…
DRAGON KING!
BLACK KNIGHT!
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER!
KONG!
AND OGRE!”
The crowd BOOS, some fans visibly nervous.
BRICK:
“Look at THAT army, Hammer! This is what nightmares eat for breakfast.”
The monsters enter the cage slowly, Dragon King stepping into Ring 1 to start.
CHAMPIONS OF CAMELOT & PRINCE CHARMING ENTRANCES
The lights shift to a golden glow. A sword-clash sound echoes, followed by orchestral fanfare.
King Arthur walks out, Excalibur-themed entrance gear gleaming.
Beside him: Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Galahad, and Prince Charming — the Champions of Camelot.
CELESTE:
“Their opponents…
KING ARTHUR!
SIR LANCELOT!
SIR GAWAIN!
SIR GALAHAD!
AND PRINCE CHAAAAARMING!”
The crowd explodes in cheers.
HAMMER:
“Five knights of legend, walking into a cage of monsters tonight. This is as big as it gets.”
BRICK:
“I hope they prayed to whatever medieval god they believe in, because those big boys don’t do fairy tales.”
Arthur steps into Ring 1 to face Dragon King as the others are locked outside.
The Match
The bell rings for the Entrance Phase.
ENTRANCE PHASE
START: King Arthur vs. Dragon King
Arthur and Dragon King meet in the center of Ring 1.
They trade heavy shots; Dragon King tries to bully Arthur into the cage, but Arthur reverses and—
Arthur whips Dragon King from one ring corner clear into the opposite ring’s corner, slamming him spine-first onto the turnbuckles between the rings.
HAMMER:
“CROSS-RING WHIP! Arthur using the extra real estate to his advantage!”
BRICK:
“Yeah, well, you can’t pin him yet. You’re just making him mad.”
+2 Minutes — Sir Gawain Enters (Team Camelot)
The countdown hits zero —
BZZZT!
Sir Gawain bursts in, sliding into Ring 1.
Now it’s Arthur & Gawain vs. Dragon King.
They corner Dragon King, but the dragon refuses to die. Gawain lifts him, Arthur boosts—
Dragon King slips out and crushes Gawain with a brutal AIDED POWERBOMB, driving him into the mat between the rings.
BRICK:
“There you go! That’s what I’m talking about! You don’t out-number a dragon; he out-violences you!”
+4 Minutes — Black Knight Enters (Team Monster Bash)
Black Knight storms in with heavy, methodical steps.
Now Arthur & Gawain vs. Dragon King & Black Knight.
Gawain throws hands, Arthur fires off European uppercuts, but Black Knight catches Gawain—
POWERBOMB! Gawain bounces brutally.
HAMMER:
“Black Knight just erased Gawain’s spine with that Powerbomb!”
BRICK:
“You wanna play hero in Wargames? That’s the price of admission.”
+6 Minutes — Sir Galahad Enters (Team Camelot)
Sir Galahad flips into the cage with athletic flair. Now it’s Arthur, Gawain, Galahad vs. Black Knight & Dragon King.
Dragon King tries to overwhelm Galahad, but Galahad backflips off the corner and plants a Corner Backflip Kick, staggering him back into the mesh.
Arthur rushes Black Knight and again uses the environment, whipping him from one ring into the other, his body bouncing across the center ropes.
+8 Minutes — Frankenstein’s Monster Enters (Team Monster Bash)
The cage door groans open — Frankenstein’s Monster steps in.
Now it’s Arthur, Gawain, Galahad vs. Dragon King, Black Knight, Frankenstein.
Arthur gets a few shots in, but Frankenstein grabs him by the head and slams the massive cage door right into Arthur’s face, sandwiching him.
HAMMER:
“CAGE DOOR SLAM! King Arthur just got his bell rung!”
BRICK:
“Beautiful. That’s how you use the environment — I love this guy.”
+10 Minutes — Prince Charming Enters (Team Camelot)
Prince Charming rushes in, springboarding between the rings, taking out Black Knight with a flying forearm.
Now it’s Arthur, Gawain, Galahad, Charming vs. Dragon King, Black Knight, Frankenstein.
Charming and Galahad double-team Frankenstein in the corner; Galahad nails a Corner Backflip Kick again, rocking the big man.
+12 Minutes — Kong Enters (Team Monster Bash)
The countdown hits and KONG storms in like a thunderstorm.
Now it’s 4-on-4.
Dragon King recovers, snatches Galahad, and drills him with a Brainbuster in the seam between the rings.
HAMMER:
“Good grief! Galahad might be out cold!”
+14 Minutes — Sir Lancelot Enters (Team Camelot)
Sir Lancelot hits the ring full speed, leaping from one ring to the other with a missile dropkick to Kong.
We’re at 5-on-4 for Camelot: Arthur, Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, Charming vs. Dragon King, Black Knight, Frankenstein, Kong.
Lancelot charges Kong again, but Kong scoops him and snaps him down with a nasty Snap Mare, bouncing his head off the canvas.
BRICK:
“You fly at a tank, don’t be shocked when you bounce off, kid!”
+16 Minutes — Ogre Enters (Team Monster Bash)
Final countdown. The monstrous Ogre lumbers in, snarling.
Now it is FULL WAR:
Arthur, Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, Charming
vs.
Dragon King, Black Knight, Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre.
The ref signals — MATCH BEYOND BEGINS.
Now pinfalls and submissions count.
MATCH BEYOND (MAIN MATCH)
The camera centers on Sir Lancelot in Ring 2, squared up with Ogre.
Ogre Takes Control
Ogre clubs Lancelot down, yanks him up by the hair, and snaps him over with a savage Snap Mare, wrenching the neck.
HAMMER:
“Ogre just rag-dolled Lancelot!”
BRICK:
“That’s what I like to see — none of this fancy flipping, just grab a man and throw him like luggage.”
Lancelot clutches his neck, but rolls to the ropes, refusing to stay down.
Lancelot Fights Back
Lancelot rallies, drives Ogre into the mesh, and hurls him between the two rings, sending him sliding through the gap stomach-first.
HAMMER:
“Slingshot effect there using both rings!”
Air War with Kong
Kong storms over and collides with Lancelot. They both climb; both men LEAP—
Lancelot hits a Frog Splash in one ring at the same time Kong lands a Diving Headbutt in the other.
Both crash and burn.
They stagger up and collide AGAIN with more high impact — Lancelot connecting Enzuigiri, Kong chopping his knee with a nasty Kneebuster. They’re trading car crashes, not moves.
Lancelot then slingshots Kong between the rings, but Kong answers with another Snap Mare that rattles his spine.
They’re both hurting, both breathing heavy.
Multi-Man Mayhem
Kong signals to his side—
Frankenstein’s Monster and Ogre lumber over.
For a moment it’s three monsters vs. one knight. They corner Lancelot—
Kong crushes him with a Sledge Hammer to the Chest.
Frankenstein plants him with a Deadweight Drop (Sidewalk Slam).
Ogre drops down with a Big Butt Drop across his ribs.
Lancelot somehow twists, using his last burst of strength to grab Frankenstein around the head and nail a Falcon Arrow, dropping the giant flat.
HAMMER:
“How is Lancelot still moving?!”
BRICK:
“Adrenaline and bad life choices.”
EVERYONE Explodes
The tension breaks — all ten men converge between the rings.
For one insane sequence:
Lancelot hits a Running Shooting Star Press on Ogre.
Prince Charming lands a Shooting Star Leg Drop on Frankenstein’s Monster.
Sir Galahad THROWS Kong between the rings.
Sir Gawain nearly caves Dragon King’s chest in with the Verdant Oath (Brogue Kick).
King Arthur SLAMS a cage door shut on Black Knight.
On the other side:
Kong wrecks Sir Galahad with another Sledge Hammer to the Chest.
Ogre snaps Lancelot’s neck with a Snap Mare.
Frankenstein rains down Bolt Driver axehandle shots on Prince Charming.
Black Knight Powerbombs Arthur into the corner.
Dragon King spikes Sir Gawain with a Brainbuster.
Everyone is down in different corners. The crowd is losing its mind.
HAMMER:
“Bodies EVERYWHERE! This is carnage!”
BRICK:
“This is beautiful. I want this played at my funeral.”
Camelot Swarms Kong
The knights regroup and isolate Kong.
Lancelot, Prince Charming, Galahad, Gawain, and Arthur surround him like wolves.
They unload in sequence:
Lancelot — Bridging Suplex.
Charming — Standing Moonsault.
Galahad — The Chosen Fall (630 Senton).
Gawain — Cross-Ring Whip, flinging Kong chest-first into the steel.
Arthur — Chop Block to the knee.
Kong crumples under the assault.
HAMMER:
“This is the teamwork that brought Camelot gold!”
BRICK:
“Five-on-one? In my day we called that Saturday night.”
They continue hammering Kong with more combinations — Superkick, Senton, Atomic Drop — but Kong keeps shoving back, roaring, refusing to stay down.
Camelot hit one more wave—
Bridging suplex, Pele Kick, Crucifix Powerbomb from Gawain, and a Jumping Knee Drop from Arthur.
Kong doesn’t fall, but he’s clearly reeling.
Kong Neutralizes the Swarm
They go again, focusing on Kong — Enzuigiri, Backbreaker, Aided Powerbomb — but this time Kong shifts his weight, rolls through, and surges up with a roar, shrugging them all off in a wild burst.
BRICK:
“You see that?! That’s a monster refusing to be a statistic!”
The Tide Shifts to the Black Knight
Kong and the knights brawl apart, leaving Sir Lancelot and the Black Knight trading blows in Ring 1.
Lancelot sprints, hits a Running Shooting Star Press, crashing down on Black Knight—
But the Black Knight just stands up with him, catches him mid-air, and POWERBOMBS him into the mat.
They collide again—
Black Knight grabs, delivers a crushing German Suplex, dumping Lancelot on the back of his head.
HAMMER:
“Black Knight is punishing Lancelot now!”
BRICK:
“Folded him like a Christmas card nobody wanted.”
Lancelot answers with a Running Bulldog, but Black Knight fires back with yet another German Suplex, refusing to give ground.
Arthur Closes the Book
The monsters and knights are brawling all around them, but in the eye of the storm:
King Arthur steps back into focus.
Black Knight staggers up, looking for another suplex—
Arthur ducks behind, hooks the head, and in one fluid motion DRILLS him into the mat with a Flowing DDT in the center of Ring 2.
HAMMER (fired up):
“FLOWING DDT! Arthur planted the Black Knight!”
Arthur covers, hooking the leg.
Honest Abe slides in:
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings. The Glacier Plex ERUPTS.
HAMMER (over the roar):
“THE CHAMPIONS OF CAMELOT AND PRINCE CHARMING HAVE SURVIVED WARGAMES!”
BRICK (begrudgingly):
“…I hate it. But they earned it.”
KING ARTHUR & THE CHAMPIONS OF CAMELOT + PRINCE CHARMING DEFEAT MONSTER BASH & BLACK KNIGHT VIA PINFALL (FLOWING DDT ON BLACK KNIGHT) AT THE 22-MINUTE MARK OF THE MATCH BEYOND
POST-MATCH: THE BROKEN CROWN STRIKES
Camelot and Prince Charming stand tall, barely, arms raised amidst the wreckage.
Suddenly…
The lights go out.
A murmur ripples through the crowd.
When the lights snap back on—
Inside the cage, standing across from the exhausted victors:
The DREAD KNIGHTS.
Two massive, armored enforcers of the Broken Crown.
Beside them — Sir Agravaine, glaring holes through Arthur.
On the stage, bathed in a sickly spotlight, stands MORDRED, mic in hand, smirking.
MORDRED (cold, venomous):
“Behold your… ‘King.’
Clutching to his fairy tale.
Clinging to a crown that was never rightfully his.”
The crowd rains boos.
MORDRED:
“Arthur… your time is OVER.
Your crown will be shattered.
Your kingdom… broken.
Long live…
THE BROKEN CROWN.”
He lowers his head—and snaps his fingers.
The Dread Knights and Agravaine POUNCE, attacking the exhausted Camelot warriors in the cage.
Gawain is booted into the steel.
Galahad is crushed by a massive double chokeslam.
Prince Charming is thrown face-first into the cage wall.
Lancelot is mauled in the corner with clubbing blows.
Arthur swings back with wild right hands, but the numbers game crushes him. A Dread Knight hoists him up while Agravaine spikes him down.
Security and officials sprint down the ramp, unlocking the cage, swarming inside to pull the factions apart.
HAMMER:
“We need help out here! This is an ambush after a war!”
BRICK (dark chuckle):
“Welcome to the new age, Hammer. The Broken Crown just made their statement.”
The brawl is separated, but the damage is done.
Arthur glares up the ramp at Mordred, who simply smirks and gives a mocking regal bow before disappearing backstage.
[BACKSTAGE — “THE ICE LOUNGE” SET]
Slick Ricky Vega stands center frame, shimmering blue blazer, oversized aviators, mic dripping rhinestones.
RICKY (smooth, theatrical):
“Ladies and gentlemen, ice kings and queens of the Glacier Plex…
Slick Ricky Vega here — YOUR rock ‘n’ roll raconteur — and I’m standin’ with the baddest lupine legend on two feet…”
He gestures dramatically.
RICKY:
“The ALPHA of the Wolf Pack…
the HOWLER OF HELL…
the BIG!
BAD!
WOOOOLLLF!”
The camera pans to reveal Big Bad Wolf, leaning casually against a steel pillar, arms crossed, toothpick in his mouth, hair slicked back, eyes hooded in amusement.
He gives a lazy two-finger salute.
WOLF (slow, low, cocky):
“Hey yo.”
The crowd in the arena pops at the sound through the monitors.
RICKY:
“Wolf, my furry friend of fury, tonight you step into a LAST MAN STANDING match against Marcus the Beastmaster — a man who claims YOUR Pack has crossed the line.
But with his own Beasts deserting him… what’s your mindset tonight?”
Wolf raises his eyebrows, smirking like he’s already bored with the question.
He flicks the toothpick at the camera.
WOLF:
“Ricky…
you ever notice how Marcus always talks about ‘control’… ‘discipline’… bein’ a ‘leader’?”
He shakes his head slowly.
WOLF:
“Funny thing.
If he’s such a big-shot alpha…
why’d his pack run away?”
He chuckles — a low, satisfied ha-haaa like he just played the crowd.
RICKY (leaning in dramatically):
“Ooooh, that is cold like Christmas morning, babe.”
Wolf shrugs — confident, untouchable.
WOLF:
“Look, man. Marcus? He’s alright. Tough guy. Good scrapper.
But he’s still livin’ in a fairy tale where he’s the beastmaster…”
Wolf lifts his hands in mock confusion.
WOLF:
“…and I’m the monster under his bed.”
The crowd reacts audibly through the monitors.
RICKY:
“He says tonight he’s gonna put you down for good.”
Wolf smirks wider — amused.
WOLF:
“Put me down?
Chico… you can’t put down the Alpha.”
He steps forward, tapping Ricky’s mic with one finger.
WOLF:
“Marcus lost his Beasts.
He lost his backup.
He lost his pack.”
A devilish pause.
WOLF:
“Tonight…
I’m gonna make sure he loses consciousness.”
Ricky fans himself dramatically.
RICKY:
“Ohhh, baby, that is a WHOLE blizzard of bad intentions coming Marcus’ way!”
Wolf backs up, spreads his arms wide like a king greeting his kingdom.
WOLF:
“Last Man Standing?
There’s only one man who walks out.
And between you and me…
I ain’t planning on takin’ a nap.”
He gives one more low laugh.
WOLF:
“Marcus…
come find out what happens when the Big Bad Wolf stops knocking…”
He taps the cage behind him.
WOLF:
“…and starts kickin’ down doors.”
Wolf strolls off camera, swagger dripping.
Ricky watches him leave, impressed.
RICKY:
“HO-HO-HOOOLD onto your stockings, folks!
Because the Alpha Wolf ain’t just hungry —
he’s STARVING!”
He turns to the camera.
RICKY:
“Back to ringside before I faint from the coolness overload!”
Ring Introductions & Entrances
CELESTE ORION stands mid-ring as the crowd buzzes.
Celeste:
“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first…
the team of PENNY COPPERSNAP… and SORINAAAA!”
A burst of bubbly, tinkling theme music hits. Penny Coppersnap comes bounding out, full of manic energy, goggles on her head, pointing excitedly at the crowd. Sorina follows, more composed but clearly fired up, slapping hands at ringside.
Johnny:
“Here they come, Eddie — the giant-killers! Penny and Sorina shocked the entire women’s division when they pinned the Grimm Sisters a few weeks back!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, and all that proved is that sometimes lightning strikes a garbage can, Johnny. It doesn’t mean the garbage suddenly becomes a power plant.”
They slide into the ring, Penny hopping on the ropes, Sorina loosening up in the corner.
Lights dim slightly, shifting to eerie violet.
Celeste:
“And their opponents… at a combined weight of nightmares and shadows… GLINT and SHADE… THE GRIMM SISTERS!”
A haunting lullaby remixed with heavy bass hits. Glint Grimm appears first, smirking coldly, cloak trailing. Shade Grimm steps out from behind her like a phantom, stoic, eyes locked on the ring.
They walk down with purpose — no theatrics, no wasted motion. Just intent.
Johnny:
“You can FEEL the change in the air when the Grimm Sisters show up.”
Eddie:
“As it should be. These two are top of the division. Tonight is about restoring the natural order and shutting down the ‘feel-good upset story.’”
The Sisters step through the ropes in perfect sync, staring down Penny and Sorina. Honest Abe signals for the bell.
The Match
1st–2nd Minute: Fast Start, Double Teams
Penny starts with Glint. They circle—and immediately Sorina tags herself in, both women rushing Glint for a quick double-team.
Penny hits a sharp Snapsnare Suplex, popping to her feet as Sorina lights Glint up with a vicious knife-edge chop that echoes through the Plex.
Glint spins and blasts back with a Veil Breaker running clothesline, turning Penny inside out even as Sorina cracks her again.
Johnny:
“Penny and Sorina trying to recreate that upset energy, hit-and-run offense, quick tags!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, and Glint just reminded them the Grimm Sisters hit like an oncoming hearse.”
Next exchange, Sorina stays in as the legal woman — she scoops Glint up and drills her with a Tiger Bomb, but Glint pops up and smashes Sorina across the jaw with a spinning Mournful Elbow.
3rd–5th Minute: Momentum Swings, Quick Tags
Glint and Penny square up again — Glint hits a nasty Gravebite Codebreaker, but Penny snaps right back with her Wicked Spinner Special to a big reaction. Penny smartly tags out to Sorina.
Sorina storms in, but Glint catches her with a Soul Scoop Scoop Slam; Sorina responds with a snug running elbow smash that staggers Glint into the corner, then tags Penny again.
They trade again — Glint lands another Mournful Elbow, Penny answers with yet another Snapsnare Suplex.
Johnny:
“These underdogs are hanging in there, Eddie! Every time the Grimms knock ‘em down, Penny and Sorina fire right back!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, like squirrels dodging traffic. It’s adorable… but it doesn’t end well, Johnny.”
Glint finally tags out — Shade Grimm steps through the ropes.
6th–9th Minute: Shade Brings the Pain
Penny tries to stay one step ahead — she and Sorina hit a smart double-team:
Penny with another Snapsnare Suplex, and Sorina launching herself through the ropes with a Somersault Suicide Dive that sends Shade crashing into the barricade.
But Shade pops up with that dead-eyed look and DRILLS Penny with a Lifting Curb Stomp when she turns to celebrate. Shade is nearly counted out, but she slides back in at four.
Back inside, Penny goes for a flashy Gobflip Gleam standing moonsault, but Shade catches her on the landing and spikes her with a Destroyer, folding Penny up.
Johnny:
“What a counter by Shade Grimm! Penny might be out cold!”
Eddie:
“Good, now Sorina can tag in and get beat up too. Equal opportunity destruction.”
Shade takes over, crushing Penny with a brutal Widow’s Kiss Unprettier, leaving her staring at the lights.
Penny somehow fights back enough to stuff a spear attempt and rolls to the corner, finally tagging in Sorina.
10th–15th Minute: Tag Chains & Near Control
Sorina and Shade trade — Shade hits a Step-up Enzuigiri, Sorina answers with a clean arm drag. Shade tags Glint, Sorina tags Penny — reset.
Glint and Penny go back and forth:
Soul Scoop from Glint
Head Hex Driver DDT from Penny
Then Glint plants Penny with a Phantom Fall swinging neckbreaker, rolling to the floor afterward, only to get wiped by a Shiny Snatch Dive from Penny that pops the crowd.
Glint shoves Penny back in, tries to steal the pin, but Penny kicks out at two.
Johnny:
“Penny refuses to stay down! That upset clearly wasn’t a fluke!”
Eddie:
“Or she’s too dumb to stay down. Either way, she’s making bad life choices.”
Penny scores with a Pixie Kick pop dropkick and tags Sorina again.
16th–21st Minute: Chaos, Double Teams Everywhere
Glint tags Shade, and the Grimm Sisters go to work on Sorina:
Specter Snap German Suplex from Glint
Spear from Shade
Sorina, stubborn as ever, claps on a Camel Clutch on Glint in defiance.
They swarm again:
Ghoul Snap Trap turnbuckle stunner from Glint
Sorina keeps firing back with running elbows
Glint nearly takes Sorina’s head off with a Veil Breaker clothesline, but Sorina keeps kicking.
Then Penny jumps back in — Sorina and Penny hit a slick double-team:
Spinning Heel Kick from Sorina
Trinket Twister neckbreaker from Penny
Glint counters mid-storm with a sudden Death’s Whisper reverse DDT, refusing to fall.
Johnny:
“This match is turning into a war of attrition — nobody can hold control for long!”
Eddie:
“And the longer it goes, the worse for the rookies. The Grimms LIVE in deep water like this.”
Sorina nails a huge sitout underhook powerbomb on Glint and covers, but Shade dives in and breaks it up at two, saving the match.
22nd–26th Minute: Sorina’s Heart vs Grimm Sisters’ Ruthlessness
Sorina chops Glint down, goes for multiple pins — Glint keeps kicking out, refusing to be embarrassed twice.
The Grimm Sisters retake control:
Final Descent sitout powerbomb from Glint
Pump Kick from Shade
They beat Sorina down in the corner, the crowd starting to rally behind the underdogs again.
Johnny:
“Sorina’s taken an incredible amount of punishment — but she’s STILL fighting back!”
Eddie:
“It’s real simple, Johnny: the longer she fights, the longer the Grimms get to hurt her. I’m not seeing a downside from their side.”
Shade plants Sorina with another Lifting Curb Stomp, nearly knocking her limp.
27th–29th Minute: Closing Storm
Glint hits yet another Final Descent on Sorina, but Sorina somehow snaps off a Spinning Heel Kick that staggers Glint. The crowd is on its feet.
They head into the corner — the Grimm Sisters go full combo:
Phantom Fall neckbreaker from Glint
Pump Kick from Shade
Sorina tries to trap Glint in a Chickenwing Neckscissors, but the double-team overwhelms her — Gravebite Codebreaker from Glint plus another pump kick from Shade flattens Sorina.
Johnny:
“How much more can Sorina take?!”
Eddie:
“Hopefully just enough to lose decisively so the universe makes sense again.”
30th Minute: Time Runs Out
In the final minute, Sorina and Penny dig deep for one last surge. Sorina and Penny combine on Glint:
Running elbow smash from Sorina
Shiny Snatch Dive suicide dive from Penny to the outside!
Glint spills to the floor, crashes into the barricade. Honest Abe starts the count as Sorina and Penny fire up the crowd.
Glint drags herself up at three, claws back under the ropes by four, just in time.
Sorina dives on her, goes for the cover—
1… 2… Glint rolls a shoulder up, barely.
Before either team can land another killing blow—
THE BELL RINGS.
Johnny:
“Thirty minutes are up! Time limit has expired!”
Penny collapses on the ropes. Sorina is on her knees, hands in her hair. Glint is slumped in the corner, Shade standing guard, breathing heavily, eyes still burning.
Eddie:
“You’ve GOT to be kidding me! Thirty minutes and no decision?! Run it back, Johnny, I wanna see ‘em go thirty MORE!”
Johnny:
“Both teams gave everything they had — Penny and Sorina proved their upset wasn’t a fluke, but the Grimm Sisters showed why they’re still one of the top teams in the division. What a battle!”
The Grimms pull themselves up. Glint snarls at Penny. Shade points at Sorina’s throat in a “we’re not done” gesture.
Penny, exhausted, still throws up her fists, and Sorina nods, unafraid. The tension is white-hot as Honest Abe steps between them.
THE GRIMM SISTERS VS. PENNY COPPERSNAP & SORINA ENDS IN A TIME-LIMIT DRAW AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK
Ring Introductions & Entrances
The arena lights go a harsh, wild orange as Celeste Orion steps into the ring.
Celeste:
“The following contest is a… LAST! MAN! STANDING MATCH!
There are no pinfalls, no submissions, and NO disqualifications.
The match continues until one man cannot answer the referee’s ten count!”
The crowd roars.
Celeste:
“Introducing first… from the Primal Wilds…
MARCUS… THE BEASTMASTERRR!”
Marcus storms out with no theatrics — just fury. No robe, no theatrics, just taped fists, wild eyes, and a steady, dangerous pace. He barely acknowledges the fans, stomping down the ramp like a man on a mission.
Marcus points at the ring, then at himself, then draws a hand across his throat in the universal “you’re done” signal.
Hammer:
“Marcus the Beastmaster is NOT in a good mood, folks. After what happened at Convergence and then the Beasts’ sudden retirement… you’re looking at a man who feels betrayed from every angle.”
Brick:
“Good. That’s when fights get interesting, Hammer. You don’t want a happy man in a Last Man Standing match — you want a guy whose whole life just fell apart.”
Marcus paces in the ring like a caged animal, jaw clenched.
The lights drop to deep blue.
A lone “Awoooooooo” echoes over the sound system, followed by a bass-heavy theme. Three silhouettes appear on the stage — the Pack’s Howlers, flanking the swaggering, slow-moving figure of the Big Bad Wolf.
Toothpick in his mouth, Wolf walks with lazy confidence, arms out like the whole building belongs to him.
Celeste:
“And his opponent… accompanied by the Pack’s Howlers…
from the Den of the Alpha…
BIG… BAD… WOOOOLF!”
The Howlers prowl around him, hyping him up, barking and laughing at fans. Wolf just smirks, saunters to the ring, and flicks his toothpick right at Marcus’ boots as he steps through the ropes.
Marcus instantly shoves him, and Honest Abe has to dive between them to get the match started properly.
Hammer:
“It’s boiling over already! Wolf turned his back on Yeti at Convergence, and tonight Marcus wants to make him pay the price.”
Brick:
“And Wolf? Wolf wants to prove you don’t turn on HIM — he does the turning. That’s an alpha move, Hammer, I respect it.”
The Match
Abe calls for the bell.
Opening Exchange
Marcus charges first, but Wolf sidesteps and BLASTS him with a shoulder block, dropping him hard.
Hammer:
“Big Bad Wolf using that size advantage early, just mowing Marcus down.”
Brick:
“That’s how you start a fight: you walk right through the other guy. Make him question everything.”
Marcus snarls, gets up, and they collide again — this time, Marcus wins the exchange, hoisting Wolf up and DRIVING him down with the ALPHA SLAM. The crowd pops as the ring shakes.
Wolf rolls to the ropes, and as Marcus moves in, Wolf wraps his arm around the top strand and chokes Marcus across it, wrenching his throat over the cable.
Hammer:
“Come on now, that’s an outright choke on the ropes!”
Brick:
“And? You just said ‘no disqualifications’ at the top, Hammer. Read the rules. This is beautiful.”
Marcus staggers back, gasping, but then splashes Wolf in the corner, crushing him into the buckles. Wolf crumples to the mat.
Honest Abe begins a count.
1…
Wolf rolls to his knees by one and shoves himself up, shaking it off.
Hammer:
“First count of the match and Wolf’s back up quickly, but he felt that impact.”
Marcus Punishes the Betrayer
Marcus drags Wolf up and absolutely DRILLS him with the Primal Bomb — a massive double-underhook powerbomb that bounces Wolf off the canvas. Wolf sprawls out flat.
Abe starts counting.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9…
Wolf suddenly rolls to his side and pushes up to one knee, grinning like a madman, eyes glazed but alive.
Hammer:
“Big Bad Wolf just barely makes it up at nine! I thought this might be over already!”
Brick:
“No way that ends him, Hammer. That’s not a ‘ten count’ bomb, that’s a ‘wake up and get angry’ bomb. And now the Wolf’s awake.”
Wolf stands, shakes out his arms, then rushes Marcus and spears him so hard he nearly cuts him in half — Savage Spear dead center.
Marcus flies backward, clutching his ribs.
The Wolf Starts to Grind
Wolf stalks Marcus, grabs him from behind, and clamps on an abdominal stretch, leaning back, wrenching the midsection, talking trash the whole time.
The Howlers slap the apron, yelling, “TAP! TAP!” just to mock him, even though there are no submissions.
Marcus refuses to quit, elbows free, and nails a side suplex to break the hold, but as soon as he stands—
Wolf charges again with another Savage Spear, crushing Marcus to the mat.
Hammer:
“That rib cage of Marcus is taking an absolute beating!”
Brick:
“Good! In a fight like this, you pick a body part and you RUIN IT. Wolf’s doing his homework.”
Marcus hits an elbow drop and another Alpha Slam in bursts of offense, but Wolf rakes his back, drags his nails across the skin, and keeps cutting him off, grinding him down.
Rope Torture and First Big Count on Marcus
Near the ropes, Wolf wraps his arms and LEG around Marcus’ neck and shoulders, choking him endlessly against the top rope. Abe tries to warn them out of habit, then remembers: no DQ. All he can do is watch.
Wolf finally lets go and shoves Marcus down by the throat for emphasis.
Abe starts to count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…
Marcus rolls to his hands and knees, pounding the mat, dragging himself up using the ropes by six. The crowd rallies behind him.
Hammer:
“Marcus will NOT stay down! You can see how much this means to him — this isn’t just a match, it’s revenge.”
Brick:
“Revenge is a great story for the fans, Hammer. But it doesn’t change the fact that the Wolf is smarter, dirtier, and a better closer.”
The Lycan Lock – First Time
Marcus rallies with another big Alpha Slam, but Wolf slips behind him as they scramble up and suddenly cinches in the Lycan Lock — a brutal dragon sleeper.
He wrenches back, legs grapevined around Marcus’ waist, bending him in a vicious arc.
Marcus flails, trying to swing elbows backward, but Wolf just cranks harder, sneering up at the hard cam.
Hammer:
“This Lycan Lock is nasty, folks — cutting off Marcus’ air and twisting the neck!”
Brick:
“I LOVE this hold. This is how you finish a last man standing fight: you choke the guy until his body forgets how to stand up.”
Marcus slowly goes limp, and Wolf finally dumps him unceremoniously to the mat.
Abe steps in and starts the count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8…
Marcus spasms, pushes up, and SURGES to his feet at nine, staggering but alive. The crowd explodes.
Wolf just laughs, shaking his head in disbelief — but there’s respect in his eyes now.
Hammer:
“Marcus the Beastmaster refuses to stay down! That’s pure grit right there!”
Brick:
“Or pure stupidity. At some point you gotta know when the bar fight’s over, Hammer.”
Final Exchange & Finish
Both men are breathing hard now. Marcus comes in with wild strikes, clubbing wolf with heavy forearms, driving him to the corner, hammering away like he wants to cave his chest in.
He hits a side suplex, then drops a heavy elbow across Wolf’s heart. The Howlers shout at Wolf to get up, pounding on the mat.
Marcus looks out at them and roars, “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TURN YOUR BACK!”
He reaches down to grab Wolf again — but Wolf explodes up from his knees, raking his eyes, then SNAPS the Lycan Lock on out of nowhere, dragging Marcus backward to the canvas!
This time, Wolf wraps it deep, his forearm wedged under Marcus’ jaw, back arched, legs cinched.
Marcus claws at the hold, kicks the mat, tries to roll — but Wolf rolls with him, never losing the choke.
After a long struggle, Marcus’ arms go slack.
Wolf sneers, holds the choke just a beat longer, then lets him drop limply to the mat like a carcass.
He slowly stands, arms out, letting the boos rain down.
Abe checks Marcus, then starts the final count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!
He waves it off.
Hammer:
“That’s it! That’s it — Marcus cannot answer the ten count! Big Bad Wolf has won this Last Man Standing war!”
Brick:
“I told ya, Hammer. When it comes down to who’s still breathing at the end of the night? You always bet on the Wolf. That’s an ALPHA statement right there.”
Wolf stands over Marcus, looks down at him with a half-smirk, half-snarl, then gives him a little two-finger salute and a mocking “Hey yo” before sliding out to join the Howlers.
They back up the ramp, Wolf never taking his eyes off the fallen Beastmaster.
Marcus starts to stir as medics come in; he shoves them away, angry and humiliated, staring up the ramp at Wolf with murder in his eyes.
Hammer:
“Marcus is going to have to live with this one, folks. The Big Bad Wolf walks out on top tonight… but something tells me this isn’t over.”
Brick:
“If Marcus is smart, it is. You don’t poke the Wolf twice.”
BIG BAD WOLF DEFEATS MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER VIA 10-COUNT KO AT THE 13-MINUTE MARK
[BACKSTAGE — “THE BRUTE ZONE” INTERVIEW AREA]
The camera fades in on a stark red-and-black backdrop reading THE BRUTAL TRUTH.
Dave “The Brute” Kent stands front and center — clipboard in hand, sleeves rolled up, expression sharp enough to cut steel.
Next to him: Goldilocks, radiating star power as only the Blonde Bombshells’ leader can — hair immaculate, black sunglasses and hoodie, confidence practically an aura.
Dave doesn’t waste time.
DAVE KENT (straight to camera):
“Alright folks, Dave ‘The Brute’ Kent here backstage at NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE, and let me make one thing perfectly clear before we begin — tonight’s Queen of the North Title Match isn’t just another defense.
This is a collision between two division-shaping forces: the dominant, demonic Lilith… and the woman standing next to me, Goldilocks — a wrestler with more upward momentum than a stock chart in a fantasy novel.”
He turns to her.
DAVE:
“Goldie, you’ve worked your way back into the title picture the hard way — you beat challengers, you proved yourself in open fights, and frankly, you’ve shown more ring IQ this quarter than half the roster.
But let’s not kid ourselves: Lilith’s not just another champion. She’s a mind-game machine with a monster at her side.
So tell me — how prepared are you for what’s waiting out there?”
Goldilocks flashes that signature, megawatt Bombshell smile.
GOLDILOCKS (effortlessly confident):
“Dave, sweetheart — I’m always prepared. That’s why I’m the leader of the Blonde Bombshells.
That’s why I held the Queen of the North title before, and that’s why I plan on holding it again.”
She turns slightly toward the camera, voice clear, strong.
GOLDILOCKS:
“Lilith has her tricks. Her shadows. Her mist. Her little puppet-master Heyman whispering evil bedtime stories in her ear.
But I’ve got something she can’t corrupt, can’t intimidate, and definitely can’t outshine —
and that’s ME.”
She taps her chest.
DAVE (nodding, analytical):
“Fair enough — but let’s talk reality. Lilith has dominated opponents through sheer psychological warfare.
She blindsided Luciana earlier tonight. She overwhelms opponents before the bell even rings.
How do you plan to counter that?”
Goldilocks tilts her head, smirking.
GOLDILOCKS:
“Dave… Lilith plays mind games.
I am a mind game.”
She winks, then continues, more intense now.
GOLDILOCKS:
“Everything Lilith does is designed to make someone crack.
But I don’t crack, baby. I SPARKLE.”
She snaps her fingers, causing a light trail of gold confetti from her glove.
GOLDILOCKS:
“You can’t break what doesn’t bend.
And tonight? I’m not walking into a nightmare —
I’m walking into MY spotlight.”
DAVE (pointing sharply at her):
“That’s the confidence talking, and I respect it — but let me put it bluntly, Goldie:
Lilith might be the most dangerous competitor in NPCW right now.
You slip once, you hesitate once, you show an ounce of fear — she’ll eat you alive.
Are you ready to step into the dark and drag her into the light?”
Goldilocks’ smile softens into something steely.
GOLDILOCKS:
“Dave…
I don’t drag Lilith into the light.”
She steps forward, glaring into the camera.
GOLDILOCKS:
“I become the light —
and I BLIND her with it.”
She gestures around herself dramatically.
GOLDILOCKS:
“Tonight, the Queen of the North is going to find out that blonde is brighter than black magic.”
Dave nods once — firm, impressed.
DAVE:
“There you have it.
Focused, confident, and ready to take the fight straight to the most dangerous woman in the division.”
He looks back to the camera.
DAVE:
“Goldilocks challenges Lilith —
and we’ll find out whether momentum beats malice in the Queen of the North Title Match later tonight.”
Goldie gives a final, confident hair flip and exits frame.
Dave turns back to the camera, voice lower.
DAVE (final line):
“Don’t blink, folks. This one’s gonna be violent.”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Celeste Orion stands mid-ring as the arena sinks into a deep, hellish red.
CELESTE:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the NPCW UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
Introducing first… the challenger…”
The giant screens explode into a blizzard of black smoke and fire. A demonic bell tolls.
From the shadows steps KRAMPUS, towering, snarling, claws dragging along the ramp. Behind him waddles Grinch Heyman, wringing his hands with theatrical villainy.
CELESTE:
“Accompanied by Grinch Heyman…
from the Depths of Winter Malice…
KRAMPUS!”
The crowd boos thunderously.
Hammer:
“Krampus looks more dangerous than ever tonight — and with Heyman pulling the strings, this match could turn into chaos quickly.”
Brick:
“HEYMAN is the smartest man in this building, Hammer! And Krampus? Krampus is a walking lawsuit waiting to happen. Beautiful combo. Mason’s in trouble.”
The lights SNAP OFF.
A single spotlight hits the stage…
revealing Flippers the Penguin, dressed in a tiny doctor’s coat, honking with intensity.
The crowd erupts.
A second spotlight hits to the left — Polly Mason, spinning, reciting eerie poetry, the hypnotic rhythm of her words drawing cheers and confused giggles.
Then—
Mean Jack Mason strides out between them.
But this is NOT the Primal Horde Jack.
Not the Dark Dominion Jack.
Not the broken man from months ago.
This is the Reborn Jack Mason from Night 1:
Cold eyes.
Focused expression.
New, brutally clean ring gear.
A swagger of a man who cut strings and walked away from puppeteers.
He holds the Universal Title like a judge holds a gavel:
with purpose.
CELESTE:
“And his opponent… accompanied by Polly Mason and Flippers…
he is the NPCW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION…
‘MEAN’… JACK… MASOOOOON!”
Mason raises the belt high as blue pyro erupts behind him.
Hammer:
“Last night, Jack Mason shocked the world. He told the Primal Horde he was done. He told the Dark Dominion to shove it.
Tonight he walks in as his OWN man — for the first time in a long time.”
Brick:
“Sure, sure. Let’s all clap for Mister Identity Crisis finally pickin’ a personality. Meanwhile, Krampus doesn’t have an identity crisis — he’s got a BREAK-YOUR-SPINE crisis.”
Jack enters the ring confidently.
Krampus stalks him.
Grinch Heyman grins like the devil.
The Match
Abe calls for the bell.
1st Minute — Immediate Violence
Both men go straight at each other—
Jack launches into RUDE AWAKENING, hammering Krampus to the mat.
Krampus fires back with a sudden SHADOW STRIKE superkick, nearly taking Jack’s head off.
Hammer:
“Both men going for kill shots right from the opening bell!”
Brick:
“Good! That’s how MEN wrestle, Hammer — none of this feeling-out junk.”
2nd–3rd Minutes — Polly’s Hypnotic Influence, Chaos Ensues
Jack goes for another rush, but Polly begins chanting and moving rhythmically at ringside, almost entrancing Jack, putting wind in his sails.
Krampus tries to fight through it but stumbles awkwardly.
Hammer:
“Polly Mason’s… whatever that is… seems to be affecting Krampus!”
Brick:
“She’s singing off-key and unhinged — yeah it’s affecting ME too!”
Jack crashes down on Krampus with Final Diagnosis, driving a pointed elbow right into the sternum.
4th–5th Minutes — Trading Bombs
Both men slam each other with heavy offense:
Jack: Therapy Session — relentless punches.
Krampus: Nightmare’s End DDT.
Jack: Shut-In Slam spinebuster.
Krampus: another Nightmare’s End on the rebound.
Neither man backs off an inch.
Hammer:
“This is a slugfest. No finesse, no hesitation.”
Brick:
“Finally! A match that doesn’t look like interpretive dance!”
6th Minute — Heyman Interferes, Polly COUNTERS
Grinch Heyman climbs onto the apron, whispering frantically into Krampus’ ear, waving a cable wire, scheming…
Jack moves—
But Heyman tries to execute his Devious Plan!
Jack counters—and Polly immediately steps in, dancing onto the apron, reciting a bizarre, distracting poem.
Krampus stumbles, confused.
Hammer:
“Polly Mason is distracting the referee with… is that a limerick?”
Brick:
“She’s a MENACE, Hammer. A loony menace. I love it.”
Jack smashes Krampus from behind while Abe is helplessly mesmerized.
7th Minute — Krampus Claws Back
Krampus grips down on Jack’s shoulder with the crushing Krampus Claw, dropping him to one knee.
Hammer:
“That claw hold is one of the most painful grips in NPCW!”
Brick:
“Good! I hope he rips the arm off and beats him with it.”
8th–10th Minutes — More Heavy Shots
Jack hits Final Diagnosis again.
Krampus unloads Holiday Havoc, wild fists and kicks.
Jack recovers long enough to land the PERSONALITY DISORDER STUNNER, flooring the beast.
Hammer:
“PERSONALITY DISORDER! That might do it!”
Brick:
“If that stuns Krampus, I’ll eat my headset.”
11th Minute — Jack Goes MEAN
Jack shocks the arena by winding up…
and landing Family Jewels Therapy
—a blatant LOW BLOW right in front of Abe.
Abe hesitates…
looks conflicted…
Hammer:
“…No disqualification? He’s letting it go!”
Brick:
“As he SHOULD, Hammer! We’re not playin’ pattycake — that’s how you beat monsters!”
Jack covers—
1… 2… KRAMPUS KICKS OUT!
12th Minute — Heyman Strikes Back
Heyman SLAPS Jack across the face from ringside!
Krampus uses the moment to stomp him down.
Hammer:
“Grinch Heyman inserting himself again!”
Brick:
“OF COURSE he is — managers get paid to cheat creatively!”
13th Minute — The Finish
Jack dodges another DDT—
drives down a heavy Final Diagnosis elbow—
Heyman tries to choke Jack with a cord…
Jack shrugs it off and DRILLS Krampus with a SECOND Final Diagnosis, this one with brutal precision.
Jack hooks the leg.
Abe counts:
1!
2!
3!
THE CROWD ERUPTS.
Hammer:
“He did it! Jack Mason retains the Universal Championship — and he did it standing alone, as his own man!”
Brick:
“Alone? He had Polly, Flippers, and a low blow! And I loved EVERY SECOND OF IT!”
Jack stands tall, raising the belt, Polly twirling around him, Flippers honking triumphantly.
Krampus rolls out, furious, Heyman screaming at ringside.
Jack stares down at them with cold defiance.
This is not the same man from a week ago.
This is a NEW Jack Mason.
MEAN JACK MASON DEFEATS KRAMPUS VIA PINFALL AT THE 13-MINUTE MARK
[BACKSTAGE — THE “WINTER THRONE” SET]
A dimly lit setup with frost-coated gothic arches. Red candles burn low.
The Queen of the North Championship gleams atop a stone pedestal.
KC Rogers stands center frame, mic in hand, poised and calm.
KC ROGERS:
“Ladies and gentlemen, KC Rogers here, and I am joined now by the Queen of the North Champion…
Lilith of the Demonic Legion.”
The camera pans to reveal Lilith, stepping into frame like a shadow taking form.
Eyes glowing faintly beneath hooded lashes.
She doesn’t smile — but the corner of her lips curves just enough to unsettle.
KC continues, maintaining professionalism despite the aura.
KC:
“Lilith, in just a short while you’ll defend your Queen of the North Championship against the Blonde Bombshells’ leader, Goldilocks.
Goldilocks says you can’t intimidate her. She says tonight, she plans to shine brighter than your darkness.”
Lilith slowly tilts her head, amused.
LILITH (voice velveted with malice):
“Goldilocks… dear, fragile Goldie.
This woman speaks of brightness as if it will protect her.
As if light has ever saved anyone from the inevitable.”
She traces a finger along her title belt.
LILITH:
“I have defeated Goldilocks before.
I have broken her confidence, her resolve, her spirit — many times.”
She looks directly into the camera, eyes burning.
LILITH:
“Tonight will be no different.
There are no surprises left in her arsenal…
but I have many left in mine.”
KC nods, taking in the ominous tone.
KC:
“Well… speaking of surprises…
Krampus, another member of the Demonic Legion, lost his Universal Championship match tonight.
Do you have any thoughts on that outcome?”
Lilith does not answer immediately.
Her eyes narrow.
The temperature of the room feels like it drops ten degrees.
She turns very slowly toward KC.
LILITH (dangerously calm):
“…That… is private Legion business, KC.”
KC straightens, trying not to flinch.
LILITH:
“The affairs of the Demonic Legion…
are not for the ears of mortals, journalists, or meddlers.”
She steps closer — not touching KC, but invading her space with chilling intensity.
LILITH:
“Krampus’s fall is… a setback.
One we will correct.
Soon.”
Then, her expression shifts — from cold to downright imperial.
LILITH:
“Because tonight marks the beginning of our ascension.
The Demonic Legion will RULE NPCW.
Not in shadows…
but in sovereignty.”
She lifts her title.
LILITH:
“Goldilocks seeks the crown.
She will find only the abyss.”
Lilith glides out of frame like smoke dissolving.
KC exhales once she’s gone.
KC (softly, to camera):
“…A very strong statement from the Queen of the North.
Back to ringside.”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
The lights dim. A single spotlight hits the audience stands.
From within the crowd—
A hooded figure rises.
Goldilocks.
Black hoodie.
Black sunglasses.
Kendo stick in hand.
She moves through the audience like a storm, fans parting around her, cheering loudly.
CELESTE ORION:
“Introducing first, the challenger…
from the Blonde Bombshells…
GOOOLDILOOOCKS!”
Goldie hops the barricade, swings her kendo stick in a wide arc, and slides into the ring, pulling off her sunglasses with a flourish.
Johnny:
“Goldilocks entering from the crowd! She looks ready for WAR tonight!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, yeah, real cute. Hoodie and sunglasses—who does she think she is, the world’s angriest mall cop?”
A chilling chorus echoes.
Blue flames erupt from the stage.
Grinch Heyman steps out first—arms wide, grinning like a madman.
Behind him lumber Abaddon, monstrous and silent.
And then—
Lilith, the Queen of the North, gliding through rising smoke like a dark empress. Her eyes locked on Goldie, lips curled into a knowing smirk.
CELESTE:
“And her opponent…
accompanied by Grinch Heyman and Abaddon…
she is the QUEEN OF THE NORTH CHAMPION…
LLLILITH!”
Lilith raises her title; dark pyro rains down behind her.
Johnny:
“Lilith is as confident as ever—and that’s dangerous for ANY opponent.”
Eddie:
“As it should be! She’s the Queen, Johnny! Goldie’s just the warm-up act before the real show: the Demonic Legion taking over NPCW.”
The Match
The bell rings.
1st Minute
Lilith wastes NO time—
She blasts Goldie with a DREAD KICK, dropping her flat.
Johnny:
“Good grief! Lilith starting off with a kill shot!”
Eddie:
“She’s being generous—she could’ve ended it in the first ten seconds.”
2nd–3rd Minutes
Lilith tries to wrap in Infernal Embrace, but Goldie flips the entire hold into a one-handed bulldog, smashing Lilith’s face into the mat!
Goldie follows with a Twin City Twister Surfboard, arching Lilith back.
Lilith screams—but refuses to tap.
Johnny:
“Goldie Locks showing technique and heart!”
Eddie:
“She can stretch Lilith all she wants—won’t make her any less outclassed.”
4th–6th Minutes
Lilith spins Goldie into the Dark Whirlwind, then hits an Abyssal Slam.
Goldie boots her outside the ring!
Lilith beats the count at six.
Back inside, Goldie dives with a diving lariat, rattling Lilith!
Johnny:
“Goldie is fighting the match of her LIFE tonight!”
Eddie:
“And still losing. That’s the impressive part.”
7th–8th Minutes
They trade:
Lilith: Vertical suplex
Goldie: Tilt-a-whirl headscissors
But then—
HEYMAN slides his cell phone to Lilith.
She SMASHES Goldie in the face with it!
Johnny:
“HEYMAN WITH THE PHONE—COME ON!”
Eddie:
“Heyman’s providing ringside tech support!”
Lilith covers—
1!
Goldie kicks out strong.
9th–11th Minutes
More big offense:
Lilith hits Atomic Drop to Hell
Goldie pops her with a handspring back elbow
Lilith slaps on Demon’s Embrace—but Goldie slips out!
Johnny:
“Goldie is surviving the worst Lilith has to offer!”
Eddie:
“Surviving, yes. Winning? No.”
12th–14th Minutes
Goldie fires up—
one-handed bulldog, tilt-a-whirl headscissors, double wrist clutch pin attempt—
But Lilith keeps powering out.
Johnny:
“She’s building momentum! Goldilocks is heating up!”
Eddie:
“And Lilith is about to turn down the heat with a fire extinguisher called reality.”
15th–16th Minutes
Lilith slams Goldie again with Abyssal Slam, nearly getting a pin.
Then she reapplies the Demon’s Embrace choke.
Goldie refuses to tap.
She claws forward—
But Lilith hisses and wrenches harder.
Goldie barely escapes.
17th Minute — THE FINISH
Goldie SURPRISES Lilith with a gutwrench suplex!
The crowd explodes—
But then Grinch Heyman jumps onto the apron, screaming at Abe, distracting him.
And from the crowd—
SELENA BLACKFANG of the Dark Dominion slides into the ring!
She nails Goldie from behind with a vicious strike to the spine.
Goldie collapses.
Selena slips out just as Abe turns around.
Lilith instantly coils around Goldie—
DEMON’S EMBRACE!
Goldie fights—
reaches—
claws—
but fades…
Abe checks her arm once, twice, three times—
It drops.
He calls for the bell.
Johnny:
“NO! Not like this! Selena Blackfang just ROBBED Goldie Locks!”
Eddie:
“Robbed? No, Johnny—she HELPED. That’s teamwork! Long live the Legion!”
LILITH DEFEATS GOLDIE LOCKS VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH THE CHALLENGE
Lilith stands with her title.
Abaddon looms behind her.
Heyman laughs maniacally.
At ringside, Selena Blackfang taunts Goldie, shouting:
“TOO WEAK TO BE QUEEN!”
Goldie pushes herself up, furious, grabs a mic.
GOLDILOCKS (enraged):
“YOU WANT TO FIGHT, SELENA? LET’S DO THIS RIGHT NOW!”
The crowd roars.
Selena enters the ring slowly, predatory grin wide.
She raises her own mic.
SELENA:
“I accept…
but only if you put your CAREER on the line.”
The arena GASPS.
Goldie doesn’t hesitate.
GOLDILOCKS:
“FINE! You want my career? COME TAKE IT!”
They square up—
The bell is about to ring—
MS. SWEETINS’ music hits.
She storms onto the stage.
MS. SWEETINS:
“NO.
Not tonight.
You two want to tear each other apart? Fine.
But you’ll do it at BOXING DAY WRESTLEFEST—
under OFFICIAL sanction!
Career vs. Conquest — DECEMBER 26!”
The crowd ERUPTS.
Selena laughs darkly.
Goldie slams her kendo stick on the mat, nodding violently.
Lilith watches from the ramp, smiling like the devil.
[BACKSTAGE — THE “DARK WORKSHOP” SET]
The set is lit in flickering red and green — but warped, corrupted.
Chains hang from rafters.
Gifts wrapped in black paper and twine sit ominously on crates.
KC Rogers stands ready, microphone in hand — composed, diplomatic as always.
Behind her loom Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht, silent and oppressive.
At their center stands Fenwick Grimbough, cane in hand, monocle gleaming.
And between them, arms crossed, sneering like he owns time itself—
Sinister Klaus.
Black beard.
Black leather coat.
Red-tinted glasses.
Confidence dripping like molten tar.
KC begins.
KC ROGERS (steady, professional):
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined now by Sinister Klaus — along with Fenwick Grimbough, Hans Trapp, and Knecht Ruprecht.
Klaus, in just moments, your Grim Tidings duo challenge Guiding Force for the NPCW Tag Team Championships… and later tonight, you face Santa Claus in a Best Two-Out-of-Three Falls Match where the loser must retire.”
KC turns to Klaus.
KC:
“Your thoughts going into a night that could change the entire future of the North Pole?”
Sinister Klaus slowly pulls off his red-tinted glasses, smirking like a villain who’s already won.
SINISTER KLAUS (low, smug, Hogan-style drawl):
“Well lemme tell ya somethin’, KC Rogers…”
He gestures to Hans and Knecht with a sweeping arm.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“Tonight… the world is finally gonna see what REAL holiday power looks like.”
He steps forward, towering over the mic.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“Guiding Force thinks they’re walkin’ into just another title defense, brother?
They think Rudolph’s little glowing nose and Kringle’s ancient bones are gonna protect ‘em?”
He laughs — slow, mocking, theatrical.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“OH NO, no, no, no…
Tonight, Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht are gonna FINISH ‘em.
End of story.”
Hans cracks his knuckles.
Knecht drags a birch bundle across the floor, scratching the concrete.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“And once my Tidings take those tag belts…?
We’re just gettin’ started.”
He points the glasses at KC like a weapon.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“Because after they crush Guiding Force…
after they leave Rudolph and Kringle BROKEN under the holiday lights…”
He sneers viciously.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“…I’m gonna walk down to that ring…
look Santa Claus right in his jolly little face…”
He taps his own chest.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“AND I’M GONNA RETIRE HIM.
FOR. GOOD.”
Fenwick Grimbough steps in, smiling with eerie calm.
FENWICK GRIMBOUGH (silky menace):
“The North Pole’s false hope ends tonight.
Santa’s era dies…
and Sinister Klaus ushers in a new reign.”
Sinister Klaus grins.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“KC, you’re lookin’ at the future ruler of the North…
the future ruler of Christmas…”
He flexes dramatically.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“Because once Santa’s gone…
ONCE I END HIM…”
He spreads his arms wide.
SINISTER KLAUS:
“…there will be NO ONE LEFT TO STOP THE SINISTER SEASON.”
Hans growls.
Knecht cracks his birch bundle over his knee.
Fenwick bows slightly.
KC swallows, keeping composure.
KC ROGERS:
“Sinister Klaus — confident, dangerous, and making his intentions crystal clear.
Back to ringside.”
Sinister Klaus laughs darkly as the camera fades.
Ring Introductions and Entrances
Celeste Orion steps forward as the arena dims to a menacing winter-red glow.
CELESTE:
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the NPCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Ominous, heavy chimes rumble through the Glacier Plex.
Fenwick Grimbough steps onto the stage first — cane tapping, monocle gleaming, smiling like he’s already signed the title belts into his will.
Behind him emerge Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht, towering shadows of malevolence.
Hans stomps with bone-cracking force.
Knecht drags a bundle of birch switches along the ramp, carving sparks.
CELESTE:
“Introducing the challengers… accompanied by Fenwick Grimbough…
Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht… the GRIM TIDINGS!”
The arena boos ferociously.
Hammer:
“Grim Tidings have been unleashed tonight, and Fenwick Grimbough believes he’s chosen the perfect moment to cash in that contract.”
Brick:
“This is how you do business, Hammer — you strike when your enemies are tired, wounded, or dumb. It’s genius.”
The lights flip to bright gold.
A heroic orchestral theme swells.
The curtain bursts open—
Kris Kringle marches out first, fists raised, snow-dusted beard glimmering under the lights.
Rudolph bursts out beside him, glowing nose blazing, leaping high with explosive energy.
Together—
They form GUIDING FORCE.
CELESTE:
“And their opponents…
they are the reigning, defending NPCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…
KRIS KRINGLE AND RUDOLPH — THE GUIDING FORCE!”
The arena ROARS.
Hammer:
“These two men have been the heart of NPCW for months — leading the tag division with honor, grit, and unity.”
Brick:
“Yeah, yeah — but honor doesn’t win fights, Hammer. Punches win fights. Kicks win fights. And Hans Trapp kicks like a horse with anger issues.”
The belts are raised.
The Match
The bell rings.
1st–3rd Minutes — Guiding Force DOMINATES Early
Kris Kringle EXPLODES out of the corner—immediately tagging Rudolph in for a flurry of double-team offense.
Crimson Wrath piledriver from Kringle.
Rudolph follows with rapid strikes.
Kris delivers Good Tidings headbutts.
Hans staggers but refuses to go down.
Hammer:
“Guiding Force starting HOT tonight!”
Brick:
“Piledrivers in the first minute? Good! Hurt him early!”
4th–5th Minutes — The Big Man Fights Back
Hans absorbs the damage and fires back with monstrous Harvest Reaping boots, nearly cutting Kris in half.
The challengers are struggling, but every time Hans gains momentum, Guiding Force hits a tag combo.
Hammer:
“They’re fighting like a well-oiled machine.”
Brick:
“Yeah? Machines break. Hans is a sledgehammer.”
6th–7th Minutes — Kris Nearly Wins It
Kris hits a Chimney Collapse knee drop and goes for a pin—
But Knecht Ruprecht SLIDES IN and saves it, stomping the pin apart.
Kris tries again, hitting Frostbite, but Hans kicks out.
Hammer:
“Kris is throwing everything he has!”
Brick:
“Doesn’t matter! Hans’s skull is made of old oak trees and hate.”
8th Minute — Fenwick Interferes
Guiding Force hits a huge Crimson Wrath + Flying Body Press combo—
but Fenwick sneaks onto the apron and kicks Kris in the ribs while the ref is distracted!
Hans survives by inches.
Hammer:
“Oh come on now! Fenwick Grimbough has NO business being involved!”
Brick:
“He’s CASHED IN A CONTRACT, Hammer! He’s technically VERY involved!”
9th–11th Minutes — The Grim Tidings Take Control
Hans claws into the match with a torture rack, grounding Kris.
Then he and Knecht double-team viciously with arm bars and knee drops.
The tide turns.
Hammer:
“That was a turning point — Kris Kringle is in trouble.”
Brick:
“This is tag wrestling done RIGHT. Cut the ring in half and beat the old man till he melts like his buddy Frosty!”
12th–13th Minutes — Hans Nearly Steals It
Hans and Knecht attack together—
back breakers, kicks, big boots.
Hans hits another Harvest Reaping, going for the pin—
Kris kicks out at two, barely conscious.
14th–15th Minutes — Rudolph Enters, But Gets CRUSHED
Kris tags in Rudolph!
The crowd erupts—
But Grim Tidings cut him off immediately, double-teaming him with a piledriver + flying kneestrike combo.
Rudolph crumples.
Hammer:
“That’s too much! Too much!”
Brick:
“Welcome to the deep end, kid!”
16th–17th Minutes — Chaos and Desperation
Hans locks Rudolph in an arm bar.
Rudolph somehow escapes and tags Kris.
Kris bursts in with Yuletide Plex—
But Knecht nails a flying kneestrike!
Pin attempt—
Rudolph makes the save just in time.
18th Minute — THE FINISH
Rudolph re-enters, trying to rally—
But Hans Trapp steps forward, waits…
lines him up…
and SMASHES him with a Harvest Reaping Big Boot so brutal it nearly takes Rudolph out of his boots.
Hans covers.
1…
2…
3!
The crowd gasps as the arena FALLS SILENT—
We have NEW Tag Champions.
Hammer:
“NO—NO! Guiding Force has been dethroned!”
Brick:
“Like I said, Hammer — machines break. But monsters? Monsters get the job done.”
Fenwick Grimbough gleefully enters the ring, raising both Hans’ and Knecht’s arms.
The Grim Tidings stand tall with the NPCW Tag Team Championships as Guiding Force lie battered on the mat.
HANS TRAPP & KNECHT RUPRECHT DEFEAT GUIDING FORCE VIA PINFALL AT THE 18-MINUTE MARK
[BACKSTAGE – “THE BRUTAL TRUTH” AREA]
No holiday decorations.
No cheer.
Just stark lighting and a backdrop that reads: KENT DOESN’T PULL PUNCHES.
Dave “The Brute” Kent stands there, arms crossed, clipboard tucked under one arm. His expression? Absolute, clinical skepticism.
Beside him… the legend himself.
Santa Claus — the coat, the beard, but with a gravity and tiredness that weren’t there years ago.
Dave doesn’t smile. Not even close.
DAVE KENT (direct, cutting):
“Let’s get right into it — because we don’t have time for holiday fluff.”
He turns to Santa, pointing the clipboard at him like an accusation.
DAVE:
“Santa… 2025 has been, frankly, a terrible year for you.”
The crowd watching on monitors reacts audibly.
Santa shifts, listening.
DAVE:
“In March, you lost the North Pole Championship — the title that defined your standing in NPCW.
You were out until July.
Then you vanish — disappear on some kind of… mission no one will talk about — and BOOM, suddenly Sinister Klaus appears claiming you’ve abandoned the North Pole.”
He shakes his head, scoffing.
DAVE:
“You finally return in August, and since then, your appearances have been sporadic at best. One minute you’re here, the next you’re gone again.”
He steps closer, voice colder.
DAVE:
“You’re supposed to be the heart of this place.
Instead, you’ve been a ghost.”
Santa lowers his gaze, taking the verbal blows without flinching.
DAVE (pressing harder):
“And tonight — you’re walking into a Best Two Out of Three Falls match with your own brother.
A match where the loser must retire.”
He pauses.
DAVE (pointed, merciless):
“Santa… what evidence — ANY evidence — do we have that you’re sharp enough to win tonight?”
A long, heavy silence.
Santa finally lifts his head.
His eyes aren’t angry — they’re resolute.
SANTA (quiet but firm):
“Dave… you’re not wrong.”
That alone catches Kent off guard.
SANTA:
“This year… has tested me in ways I never imagined.
Losing the North Pole Title hurt.
Being out of action? Hurt worse.
But what happened in July… that mission… it wasn’t about championships or appearances.
It was about protecting the North itself.”
Dave’s eyes narrow, analyzing.
SANTA:
“And yes… Sinister Klaus took advantage of the void.
He spread poison.
He twisted the story.
He made my people think I abandoned them.”
Santa steps closer to the camera — closer than he ever has before.
SANTA:
“But Dave… I didn’t run.”
He clenches his fist.
SANTA:
“I sacrificed.
I did what needed to be done.
And if the price of that sacrifice is people doubting me?
So be it.”
His voice rises with deep, unfiltered passion.
SANTA:
“But tonight — I’m not fighting for my legacy.
I’m not fighting for ego.
I’m not even fighting for revenge on Klaus.”
He points directly into the lens.
SANTA:
“I’m fighting for the North Pole — the people — the magic — the spirit — that HE has tried to corrupt.”
He steps back, breathing steady.
SANTA (final, thunderous):
“I may not be the Santa I was in 2020… or 2015…
But I am still SANTA CLAUS.
And tonight…
I fight with EVERYTHING I HAVE LEFT.”
The crowd inside the arena roars through the monitors.
Dave stares at Santa a long moment.
Then — in a rare show of approval — he nods, once.
DAVE: “Well… we’re about to find out.”
Ring Introductions and Entrances
The arena lights go black.
Snow begins to “fall” on the screens.
Then the snow turns… black.
A cracking whip.
A warped jingle bell theme.
On the stage, a black chariot rolls out — jagged, spiked, decorated with twisted garlands and skull-like bells.
Pulling it:
Dasher, Dancer, Cupid, Vixen — now the Slay Team — in dark, corrupted gear, antler-themed masks, chains, and snarling expressions.
Riding atop the chariot, cape flowing like oil, arms spread wide—
SINISTER KLAUS.
Fenwick Grimbough walks alongside, cane in one hand, contract folder in the other, grinning like the devil’s lawyer.
CELESTE ORION:
“Ladies and gentlemen…
this is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!
A Best Two Out of Three Falls Match…
where the loser…
MUST… RETIRE!”
The crowd buzzes with gravity.
CELESTE:
“Introducing first…
accompanied by Fenwick Grimbough and the Slay Team…
from the Dark North…
SIIINISTERRR… KLLAAAUS!”
BOOOOOOOO.
Johnny:
“What a sick sight this is! Santa’s own former reindeer, twisted into the Slay Team, dragging that chariot of corruption!”
Eddie:
“I LOVE it! Look at this, Johnny — that’s not just an entrance, that’s a hostile takeover on wheels!”
Klaus steps down, soaking in the hate, tearing his red-and-black shirt like classic Hollywood Hogan, pointing to himself:
“THIS IS YOUR REAL CLAUS!”
He climbs onto the apron, jawing with front-row fans.
Referee Honest Abe immediately storms over to the Slay Team, yelling and pointing to the back.
After a heated argument—
Abe ejects the Slay Team, sending them backstage to a huge POP.
Fenwick loses his mind on the floor.
Johnny:
“YES! Honest Abe sending the Slay Team to the back! We’re getting this as close to one-on-one as we can!”
Eddie:
“Big mistake! You don’t throw talent like that out, Johnny! That’s bad for ratings!”
The lights shift—
Soft, warm red and green.
Gentle chimes.
Then a rising, heroic version of Santa’s theme.
From the curtain…
Santa Claus walks out.
No entourage.
No reindeer.
No pyro except a simple shower of snow.
Just Santa.
Alone.
Determined.
He looks out at the crowd—
nods once—
and marches to the ring.
CELESTE:
“And his opponent…
from the North Pole…
SAAANTA… CLAAAAAUS!”
The crowd explodes into a “SAN-TA! SAN-TA!” chant.
Johnny (voice shaking):
“Santa Claus walking into the darkness alone… with his entire career on the line!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, and that’s the problem, Johnny. He’s old, he’s worn down, and there’s nobody left to carry him. Tonight he gets put out to pasture by the BETTER Claus.”
The Match
Santa stands face to face with Sinister Klaus in the center of the ring.
No taunts. No jokes. Just years of history, betrayal, and pain.
Abe holds them apart, then calls for the bell.
FALL ONE
1st–4th Minute: Santa Surges
Both men charge—
Santa hits a Merry Moonsault, crashing down onto Klaus!
Klaus rebounds with a crushing North Pole Drop lariat, both men staggering.
They trade again:
Good Tidings slaps from Santa
Stocking Stuffer strikes from Klaus
Santa with another flurry of slaps, Klaus trying to clamp on a Klaus Crush bear hug, but Santa fights free.
Johnny:
“Santa Claus is wrestling like a man who refuses to have this be his last night!”
Eddie:
“He’s wrestling like a man in denial of his birth certificate!”
Santa blasts him with Down the Chimney — a huge big splash that shakes the ring.
5th Minute: Fenwick Strikes
Santa hits a Jingle Bell Buster spinebuster—the crowd ROARS, sensing a fall—
But Fenwick Grimbough hops onto the apron and nails Santa with a cheap shot kick behind Abe’s back!
Klaus pounces, hammering Santa.
Johnny:
“Fenwick just STOLE the momentum!”
Eddie:
“Fenwick’s earning his percentage, Johnny! That’s called good management!”
6th Minute: Santa Steals First Fall
Klaus goes in for more punishment—
Santa suddenly fires up, meeting him with a desperate Good Tidings slap that echoes through the arena, rocking Klaus.
Klaus crumples.
Santa dives on top—
Abe counts:
1!
2!
3!
First fall: Santa.
Johnny (exploding):
“HE GOT HIM! SANTA WITH THE FIRST FALL!”
Eddie (outraged):
“A SLAP?! A slap to the head?! This is supposed to be a RETIREMENT MATCH, NOT A SLAP FIGHT!”
Santa rolls to the corner, breathing heavy but energized.
Klaus looks stunned, furious, shaking his head.
Santa Claus leads 1–0.
FALL TWO
Both men are visibly winded now, but Santa’s got fire in his eyes. Klaus looks enraged, humiliated.
7th–10th Minute: Santa Keeps Coming
Santa squeezes on the Candy Cane Crush bearhug, wrenching Klaus’ ribs.
Klaus refuses to quit, hammering forearms to break free.
Santa hits another spinebuster, a throw out of the ring, and a Sleigh Ride Slam. Klaus keeps rolling to the floor, using the count to buy time.
Johnny:
“Sinister Klaus keeps bailing out—he knows if Santa pins him again, it’s over!”
Eddie:
“He’s playing SMART, Johnny! That’s veteran strategy! You don’t slug it out when the old man’s having a flashback to his prime!”
11th–16th Minute: Klaus Turns the Tide
Klaus catches Santa with a sudden North Pole Drop axe bomber, dropping him HARD.
Santa tries to fight back but Klaus strings together:
North Pole Drop
Twist of Tinsel takedown
Yule Elbow
Stocking Stuffer shots to the head
Santa is clearly slowing.
Johnny:
“You can see the years catching up to Santa now…”
Eddie:
“Good! He shouldn’t be in there to begin with! This isn’t a charity signing, this is a FIGHT.”
17th–20th Minute: War of Attrition
Santa lands a Reindeer Charge, another Good Tidings slap, and a big Down the Chimney splash, almost trapping Klaus for another fall—
But Klaus survives, just barely rolling a shoulder.
Johnny:
“Santa is one big move away from ending this!”
Eddie:
“And he’s also one bad bump away from a hip replacement — don’t forget that part!”
21st Minute: Countout Heartbreak
Santa climbs the ropes, nails a Merry Moonsault again—
But Klaus, dazed, stumbles, grabs Santa, and GIFT WRAP TOSSES him through the ropes to the floor!
Santa CRASHES outside.
Abe begins to count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10.
He calls for the bell.
Santa has been counted out.
Johnny (devastated):
“No… NO! Santa’s counted out! Klaus just evened it up!”
Eddie (gleeful):
“HA! That’s what you get, Johnny — high-risk moves from a low-mileage body! He just beat himself!”
Match tied 1–1. One fall left. One career ends.
Both men lie in their corners, exhausted, chests heaving.
You can feel the tension crackling through the Glacier Plex.
FALL THREE — THE DECIDER
22nd–24th Minute: Fenwick’s Last Gambit
They stagger back to center.
Santa hits Tinsel Toss — Klaus answers with a North Pole Drop. Both collapse.
They struggle back up—
Santa slaps Klaus again with Good Tidings, but Fenwick hops onto the apron, waving the rulebook, yelling, distracting Santa just enough for Klaus to blindside him.
Johnny:
“Fenwick AGAIN! How many times is he going to insert himself into this?!”
Eddie:
“Until it WORKS, Johnny! That’s called persistence!”
Santa shakes it off, though—
And plants Klaus with a HUGE Christmas Cracker DDT that nearly spikes him out of his boots.
25th–27th Minute: Santa Refuses to Die
Klaus and Santa trade:
Reindeer Charge vs. Sleigh Ride Lariat
Elves Elbow vs. Chimney Drop
The crowd is on its feet, shouting “SAN-TA! SAN-TA!” and “PLEASE RETIRE!” dueling chants.
Santa ducks a leg drop, hits a massive Jingle Bell Buster spinebuster—
Klaus barely survives.
Johnny (voice cracking):
“Every time we think it’s over, they find something left!”
Eddie:
“Yeah, it’s called stubbornness and spite — my two favorite vitamins!”
28th–30th Minute: Klaus Gets Desperate
Klaus nails a Naughty List leg drop but can’t keep Santa down.
He tries another Yule Elbow, throws Santa outside with another Gift Wrap Toss, hoping for another countout—but Santa claws back in at three, refusing to let this end on the floor.
Johnny:
“He is NOT letting his career end on a countout! Santa is dragging himself back to the fight!”
Eddie (begrudging):
“…That’s either guts or insanity. Maybe both.”
31st–33rd Minute: The Last Stand
They’re both running on fumes.
Santa hits Good Tidings again—Klaus answers with another Chimney Drop.
They stagger. The crowd is deafening.
Santa hoists Klaus up—
Sleigh Ride Slam!
Klaus crashes down.
Santa doesn’t cover.
He stares out at the crowd.
At the ring.
At the life he’s fought for.
Then he hauls Klaus up one more time—
JINGLE.
BELL.
BUSTER.
He hooks the leg, squeezing his eyes shut.
Abe counts:
1!
2!
3!
The bell rings.
The Glacier Plex ERUPTS.
Johnny (shouting, emotional):
“HE DID IT! HE DID IT! SANTA CLAUS HAS BEATEN SINISTER KLAUS! HIS CAREER LIVES ON!”
Eddie (stunned, trying to cover):
“You’ve gotta be kidding me… all the dark power, all the planning, all the Slay Team, all the Fenwick interference—and the old man STILL pulled it off?!”
Johnny:
“Tonight… the spirit of the North Pole survived!”
SANTA CLAUS DEFEATS SINISTER KLAUS 2 FALLS TO 1 VIA PINFALL AT THE 33-MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH CELEBRATION
Sinister Klaus rolls out of the ring, clutching his neck, screaming at Fenwick, at the Slay Team as they hurry back down, his world collapsing around him.
Inside the ring—
Santa is on his knees, overwhelmed.
Then—
Kris Kringle slides in, helping him up.
Rudolph joins, hugging Santa hard.
Van Helsing, Hansel, Mrs. Claus, Pearl, and a wave of babyface wrestlers pour down the ramp.
They surround Santa, clapping, cheering, raising his arms as snow falls from the rafters.
Santa looks around at the family, the friends, the allies he thought he’d failed—
And realizes he hasn’t.
Not tonight.
Johnny (soft, moved):
“For everything he’s lost this year… tonight Santa Claus kept the one thing that mattered most — the chance to keep fighting for the North Pole.”
Eddie (grumbling, but honest):
“…Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts, Johnny.
But I’ll say this—
for an old man?
Santa just went out there and fought like absolute hell.”
The camera closes on Santa, in tears but smiling, arm raised by Kris and Rudolph, surrounded by allies as the fans chant:
“THANK YOU SANTA!
THANK YOU SANTA!”
Fade to black on the image of Santa standing tall.
[RINGSIDE — CAMERA ON THE COMMENTARY DESK]
Johnny is still breathless from the emotional rollercoaster of the main event. Eddie is fuming but trying to hide it behind exaggerated professionalism.
The crowd is STILL chanting “SAN-TA! SAN-TA!” as snow gently falls across the Glacier Plex.
JOHNNY (full heart, voice still shaking): “Ladies and gentlemen… what a night!
Night Two of Nightmare at the North Pole will go down as one of the most unforgettable events in NPCW history!”
EDDIE (irritated, arms crossed): “Unforgettable? Yeah, sure — if you like heartbreak, Christmas cheer, and SENIOR CITIZENS refusing to retire!”
JOHNNY (laughs despite himself): “Tonight we saw it all — shocking upsets, brutal battles, new champions, old alliances renewed…
and in our main event, SANTA CLAUS saved his career and defeated Sinister Klaus in an emotional, exhausting Best Two-Out-of-Three Falls match!”
EDDIE: “Ugh. The old guy wins and everybody goes home happy. Great.”
JOHNNY: “We saw new Tag Team Champions crowned when Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht dethroned Guiding Force.”
EDDIE (smirking): “A MUCH-needed upgrade, Johnny. Those two beat Rudolph so hard he won’t be lighting ANYTHING for days.”
JOHNNY: “We saw Big Bad Wolf survive Marcus the Beastmaster,
Lilith retain the Queen of the North Title with the help of the Dark Dominion,
and the Grimm Sisters and the Underdogs feud heats up in the women’s tag division.”
EDDIE: “And we saw Mean Jack Mason keep that shiny Universal Title of his — with a little help from Polly Mason and even Flippers! He shows he is the top dog in NPCW.”
Johnny sits forward, energized.
JOHNNY: “But folks — the year isn’t done! NPCW returns on December 26th for our final event of 2025… WRESTLEFEST — BOXING DAY! And the match card is STACKED!”
The screen behind them lights up with match graphics as each bout is announced.
BOXING DAY WRESTLEFEST MATCH ANNOUNCEMENTS
JOHNNY:
“Match 1 — A reunion fans NEVER thought they'd see:
The Misfits of Mayhem ride again!
Mean Jack Mason teams with Negropolis to face the monstrous duo of Yeti and Marcus the Beastmaster!”
EDDIE:
“That’s right — Mason and Negropolis, the weirdest power couple in wrestling, against the Primal Horde who hates everyone else. Can’t wait.”
JOHNNY:
“Match 2 — A LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH for the Queen of the North Title!
Champion Lilith defends against Luciana Albano in a grudge match months in the making!”
EDDIE:
“Luciana BETTER come prepared — Lilith is on a warpath. And you know what they say: demons don’t do ten counts.”
JOHNNY:
“Match 3 — A massive six-man holiday war!
Santa Claus teams with Kris Kringle and Rudolph to battle Hans Trapp, Knecht Ruprecht…
and Belsnickel!”
EDDIE:
“Three holiday heroes vs three holiday nightmares — this one will smash your ornaments and your expectations.”
JOHNNY:
“Match 4 — A career-threatening showdown!
Goldie Locks vs Selena Blackfang —
if Goldie loses… she must RETIRE!”
EDDIE:
“Spoiler: Selena’s about to handle some spring cleaning early. Goldie should’ve stayed home.”
JOHNNY:
“And Match 5 — TITLE vs. TITLE!
NPCW Northern Lights Champion Rich Athlete vs HCW Television Champion Van Helsing!”
EDDIE (laughing):
“That’s right! The Rich Athlete is going to pump, flex, and outclass that vampire hunter from HCW. EASY work.”
JOHNNY:
“Two belts. One winner. And bragging rights for either NPCW or HCW!”
Johnny stands, unable to contain his excitement.
JOHNNY:
“Tonight, legends rose, careers were saved, and the North Pole shook with emotion and intensity!
Thank you for joining us for NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE — Night Two!”
Eddie finally stands as well.
EDDIE:
“We’ll see you December 26th… for Wrestlefest.
Bring your leftovers — and bring your tissues, ’cause careers are ending.”
Johnny grins.
JOHNNY:
“Goodnight from Scrooge’s Glacier Plex… and Merry Christmas from NPCW!”
Snow falls from the rafters.
The crowd chants one last time:
“NPCW! NPCW! NPCW!”
Fade to black.
Excellent night 2
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