Aired - December 6, 2025
LEAD COMMERCIAL
🎄📺 NPCW PRESENTS: NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE! 📺🎄
—The Biggest Event of the Year. Turn the dial back to 1989 and crank the volume—
🎶 [BLAST OF GLAM-METAL GUITAR + SYNTH STABS] 🎶
ANNOUNCER (deep, gravelly, 80s intensity):
“THIS DECEMBER… the SNOW falls… the LIGHTS dim… and the NORTH POLE becomes a BATTLEGROUND!”
[Rapid-fire VHS-style montage: neon strobe effects, freeze-frames, whooshing lasers across the screen]
ANNOUNCER:
**“NPCW proudly presents its GRAND FINALE… its SUPER SPECTACLE… the YEAR-ENDING COLOSSUS…
🎄❄️ NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE! ❄️🎄
TWO NIGHTS!
SIXTEEN MATCHES!!
DECEMBER 20th and 21st!!!”
[Static glitch, then SCROOGE bursts onto the screen in a gold-and-green suit dripping with oversized jewels]
SCROOGE (cackling):
“HA! You think you’ve seen holiday cheer? You ain’t seen NOTHING! This is the season for PAIN, PROFITS, and PURE… UN…HINGED… MAYHEM! And I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT! MWAHAHA!”
ANNOUNCER:
“Your favorite NPCW SUPERSTARS collide in the winter war to end all wars!”
[Shots flash like trading cards slamming onto a table]
❄️ MEAN JACK MASON — stomping through a blizzard
❄️ THE YETI — roaring into the camera with icy breath
❄️ THE RICH ATHLETE — showering himself in dollar bills like confetti
❄️ THE GUIDING FORCE: KRIS KRINGLE & RUDOLPH — halo glow behind them as they flex
❄️ SANTA CLAUS — slamming a giant candy-cane staff into the ground
❄️ SINISTER KLAUS — emerging from the shadows with glowing red eyes
❄️ THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS (Goldie, Alice & Dorothy) — strutting in slow motion, sparkle filter maxed out
ANNOUNCER:
“TITLES WILL BE ON THE LINE!”
“CAREERS WILL BE ON THE LINE!!”
“AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER…”
[DRAMATIC THUNDER + CHOIR]
“A WAAAAAAAAAR GAMES MATCH!!!”
[Echoes like it’s shouted in a cave full of snow monsters]
SCROOGE (leaning into camera, eyes wild):
“Two cages… two teams… ONE NIGHTMARE! I've spared NO expense! Not ONE CENT!
(I mean… tickets are triple the normal price—but that’s the HOLIDAY SPIRIT, BABY!)”
[He snaps his fingers—golden pyrotechnics erupt behind him]
ANNOUNCER:
“NPCW’s biggest card of the year! The frostiest fights! The wildest winter war zone ever broadcast!”
“BE THERE… when HISTORY is written in BLOOD, SWEAT, and NORTH POLE SNOW!”
🎶 [Synth choir + electric guitar outro] 🎶
ANNOUNCER (final booming line):
“NPCW NIGHTMARE AT THE NORTH POLE — DECEMBER 20 & 21!
TWO NIGHTS! SIXTEEN MATCHES! ONE LEGENDARY SHOWDOWN!
DON’T MISS the YEAR-END SPECTACLE OF A LIFETIME!”
SCROOGE (waving absurdly):
“BUY A TICKET! BUY TEN! HECK, BUY ‘EM ALL! ‘Tis the season… TO MAKE ME RICH!”
SHOW OPENING
[As the commercial fades to black, Polar Power begins with its opening segment …]
(Cue dramatic visuals—icy winds swirling, northern lights glowing, and a deep, powerful voice-over.)
"From the frozen depths of the North… where strength is forged in the heart of winter… This is NPCW's POLAR POWER!"
(Quick montage of NPCW’s fiercest competitors in action—brutal slams, aerial maneuvers, and intense rivalries.)
Spotlighted Moments:
Mean Jack Mason drops an elbow on Sinister Klaus during their title match.
Rudolph squaring off against the four members of Monster Bash – A tense stare-down as Frankenstein’s Monster, Kong, Ogre, and Dragon King slowly advance. Rudolph clenches his fists, preparing to take on the monsters alone.
Big Bad Wolf fighting Nutcracker Captain – Slow-motion impact of Wolf slamming Nutcracker Captain, securing the Northern Lights Championship victory.
Jack Frost and Frosty facing off in a match during their long standing feud.
Blonde Bombshells vs. Wicked Witch & The Coven – Dorothy, Goldie, and Alice wield kendo sticks, expertly fighting off an attack from Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and Grizelda in a fierce battle of tactics vs. power.
Mrs. Claus vs. Sugar Plum Fairy – A clash of styles, showcasing Mrs. Claus’s raw power against Sugar Plum Fairy’s aerial agility, ending in a high-risk mid-air counter.
Robin Hood dodging a strike and countering with precision – A showcase of quick reflexes and tactical skill, proving that speed can overcome strength.
Krampus brutalizing an opponent – Heavy strikes, power slams, and ruthless control, proving that no one is safe from his merciless offense.
Santa pinning Belsnickel for the NPCW Championship.
(Heavy drumbeat intensifies—camera cuts to a sweeping view of the roaring crowd.)
"Tonight, the cold doesn’t slow them down—it fuels their fight! Champions will rise, challengers will clash, and the road to glory begins right here!"
"This… is POLAR POWER!"
Brought to you by Scrooge and Marley’s Counting House …
CROWD AND WELCOMING
CAMERA SWEEP OF THE CROWD
The broadcast kicks off with pyro popping like a sleigh full of dynamite, the Polar Power theme blasting as cameras glide over a sea of roaring NPCW fans bundled in festive scarves and glittering LED antlers.
Signs and shirts flash across the screen—
1. GUIDING FORCE – Rudolph & Kris Kringle
“GUIDING FORCE = HOPE AT THE POLE!”
“THE REINDEER AND THE REDEEMER!”
“LIGHT THE WAY, RUDOLPH!” (with a glowing red nose drawn on)
“KRIS KRINGLE > SINISTER CLAUS”
2. SANTA CLAUS
“SANTA’S COMIN’ FOR KLAUS!”
“NAUGHTY LIST: SINISTER KLAUS!”
A kid holds a sign reading “I Believe in Santa’s Right Hook!”
3. NEGROPOLIS & THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT (Especially FLIPPERS)
“FLIPPERS 3:16 SAYS I JUST FLAPPED!”
“NEGROPOLIS IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL!”
“COVENANT FOREVER – PRIMAL HORDE NEVER!”
“WHERE’S FLIPPERS? CHECK THE SHADOWS!”
One fan in a full penguin onesie screams into the camera:
“FLIPPERMANIA IS RUNNIN’ WILD!”
4. MOONSHADOW of The Wolf Pack
“HOWL FOR MOONSHADOW!”
“THE LUNAR LANCER STRIKES TONIGHT!”
“WOLF PACK 4 EVER!”
5. GOLDIE LOCKS & THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS (Alice & Dorothy)
“GOLDIE IS QUEEN—AGAIN.”
“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN ROAD!”
“ALICE + DOROTHY = BLONDE DOMINATION!”
Blue and gold glitter rains from the Bombshell fans as the camera zooms out.
The camera cuts to the commentary desk where Johnny “The Mic” Michaels beams with clean-cut enthusiasm while The Expert of Elocution Eddie Ellington adjusts an obscenely expensive scarf and smirks like he owns the place.
Johnny: “WELCOME everyone to Polar Power Episode THIRTY-SIX! Live from the world-famous North Pole Arena and just TWO WEEKS away from Nightmare at the North Pole! The energy tonight is unbelievable, the stakes couldn’t be higher, and we have a full night of action coming your way!”
Eddie: “Johnny, I don’t know what’s got this crowd more worked up—Nightmare being around the corner or the fact that half these people think Santa Claus is gonna hand out title shots like stocking stuffers. Let’s be honest: the naughty list’s got one name on it—Sinister Klaus—and that man is about to get hunted.”
Johnny: “Well SINISTER KLAUS should be worried! Santa Claus has officially demanded a match at Nightmare at the North Pole, and he says he’s going to put an end to Klaus’ reign of terror!”
Eddie: “Oh PLEASE. Santa Claus? The guy’s been retired longer than half the reindeer in catering. If he wants Klaus, he better bring the cookies, milk, and an ambulance!”
Johnny: “And tomorrow night on Northern Belles, everything becomes clear for the Queen of the North Championship heading into Nightmare at the North Pole! LILITH defends her title in a straight one-on-one match against Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack — and on the same night, Goldie Locks goes head-to-head with Snow White to determine who will face the champion at Nightmare!”
Eddie: “That’s right, Johnny, and let’s be honest — the safest bet, the smartest bet, the bet that actually loves winning… is LILITH. The reigning, radiant, ruthless Queen of the North! Moonshadow? Please. Goldie Locks? Don’t make me laugh. Lilith will walk into Nightmare holding that crown, and she’ll walk out polishing it!”
TONIGHT’S MATCH CARD RUNDOWN
MATCH 1 - Grimm Sisters Vs Beauty and the Beast
Eddie: “Easy pick—Grimm Sisters. They’re vicious, unpredictable, and they don’t stop to pose every five seconds like Bella and Ursa. Save the glamour shots for Instagram.”
MATCH 2 - Marcus the Beastmaster Vs Howler 1
Eddie: “Oh, I’m ECSTATIC for this one. Marcus is focused, he’s dangerous, he’s the future of the Horde. Howler 1? Cute puppy. Should’ve stayed in obedience school.”
MATCH 3 - Polly Mason Vs Moonshadow
Eddie: “Look, I like Moonshadow—but Polly Mason? She’s been unpredictable lately and that’s GREAT for TV. Give me chaos, Johnny! Give me Polly!”
MATCH 4 - GuidinG Force Vs Grim Tidings
Eddie: “Now THIS is my kind of match. Trapp and Ruprecht are two holiday nightmares wrapped in barbed wire with coal in their hearts. Guiding Force? Oh sure, they’ve got the ‘holiday spirit.’ Let’s see how far that gets them when Knecht starts swinging that chain.”
MATCH 5 - Snow White, Mrs. Claus and Pearl Vs Blonde Bombshells
Eddie: “This is the easiest pick of the night: THE BOMBSHELLS! Goldie’s focused, Alice is deranged in a delightful way, and Dorothy hits like a Kansas tornado!”
MATCH 6 - The Rich Athlete Vs Hansel
Eddie: “The CHAMPION OF WEALTH AND WRESTLING does NOT lose non-title matches. Not to Hansel. Not to anybody. Rich Athlete is the definition of success, and Ruth Heartless has him running like a perfectly oiled tax loophole.”
MATCH 7 - Champions of Camelot Vs Monsters Bash
Eddie: “Oh come on. A literal monster and two walking demolition crews against a medieval LARP group? Advantage: SCIENCE!”
MAIN EVENT - Van Helsing Vs Sandman
Eddie: “Sandman! He’s unpredictable, he’s violent, he’s deranged—and I love every second of it. Van Helsing’s talented, sure, but he’s a goody-two-shoes vampire hunter. Sandman’s gonna put him to SLEEP!”
Johnny: “Either way, the stakes could not be higher! The winner goes on to face Rich Athlete for the Northern Lights Championship at Nightmare at the North Pole!”
Johnny:“Fans, hold onto your seats—Polar Power Episode 036 starts RIGHT NOW!”
Eddie: “Somebody bring me cocoa. This is gonna be GOOD.”
COMMISSIONER’S DECREE
(A Message From Commissioner Robert Cratchit)
The cameras glide into the ornate Commissioner’s Box overlooking the roaring arena. Snowflake-patterned chandeliers glow above a polished mahogany desk where Commissioner Robert Cratchit sits—smiling warmly but clearly exhausted from the holiday season chaos.
At his right, Ebenezer Scrooge stands with his hand on Cratchit’s shoulder, leering into the camera like a proud but impatient father.
On a couch beside the desk, Ms. Sweetins, clipboard loaded with perfectly color-coded match notes, crosses her legs and nods in greeting. Beside her sits Bernard the Elf, the KWO Board Liaison, straightening his tie nervously every eight seconds.
Buddy the Elf, Acting Director of Rules and Regulations, flutters around the room flipping through stacks of NPCW rulebooks—handwritten, printed, scrolls tied in ribbon, even some carved in candy-cane panels.
At the far wall, Chill Factor General Manager Alton Bell sits quietly in a high-back leather chair, hands folded, eyes sharp as he watches everyone—particularly Scrooge.
Cratchit (smiling warmly): “Ladies and gentlemen of the North Pole Arena and all our wonderful fans watching at home—thank you. Truly. NPCW would not be standing where it is today without your passion, your energy, your loyalty. We—”
Scrooge (cutting in, waving his hand): “Yes yes, splendid sentiment, Robert, very heartwarming. But time is gold, my boy! The people want substance! Give ’em the good stuff!”
Cratchit exhales politely and continues, accustomed to this rhythm.
Cratchit: “As many of you know, Mean Jack Mason shocked the wrestling world last week by winning the NPCW Universal Championship… while still holding the North Pole Championship.”
Buddy drops a stack of rulebooks with a clatter.
Buddy (picking them up frantically): “Section 5! Clause 13! Title Overlap Restrictions! THIS IS IMPORTANT—”
Scrooge (snapping): “Buddy!! Less flittering, more listening.”
Buddy freezes, clutching his books.
Cratchit: “Ordinarily, NPCW rules allow a wrestler to hold only one title at a time. However—”
Scrooge (leaning toward the camera with theatrical flourish): “—and this is where it gets delicious, folks—there was a special clause hidden deep in Mason’s contract! One cleverly negotiated by persons unnamed and… approved by the Commissioner’s Office.”
Bernard gulps.
Cratchit: “Correct. The clause states that if Jack Mason won the Universal Title, he may—temporarily—hold and defend both titles separately… or the Commissioner’s Office may unify them at its discretion.”
The crowd outside bursts with noise.
Ms. Sweetins (adjusting her glasses): “A clause that will need reviewing. Thoroughly.”
Scrooge: “Yes yes, review away, but continue, Robert! They’re on tenterhooks!”
Cratchit: “After careful consideration, the Commissioner’s Office will allow Mean Jack Mason to hold and defend both titles separately through Nightmare at the North Pole. After the event, we will revisit this arrangement.”
Scrooge (jab-pointing at camera): “Consider yourselves lucky, Horde fans! This was NOT an easy approval.”
Buddy nods vigorously, almost crying from stress.
Cratchit: “With two championships comes twice the responsibility. Therefore, Jack Mason must defend both titles at Nightmare at the North Pole.”
Scrooge: “Twice the belts, twice the beatings.”
Cratchit: “On Night 1, Jack Mason will defend the North Pole Championship against Yeti!”
The crowd reacts with a thunderous mix of cheers and gasps.
Bernard (quietly): “That… will not be a technical clinic.”
Cratchit: “And on Night 2, Mason will defend the Universal Championship against…”
Cratchit pauses dramatically. Scrooge leans in with a devilish grin.
Cratchit: “…KRAMPUS.”
The arena ERUPTS.
Scrooge (hands raised like a maestro): “Yes, yes! The Alpha Demon! The walking natural disaster! The one beast Mason can’t talk his way around! NIGHT TWO is going to be… carnage.”
Alton Bell scribbles in his mental notebook.
Cratchit: “While the full cards will be finalized by the end of this weekend, I am pleased to announce the following matches are officially confirmed.”
Buddy opens a scroll that rolls across the floor.
Night 1 – Confirmed Matches
North Star Tag Title Match:
The Blonde Bombshells (c) vs Mrs. Claus & PearlNorth Pole Championship Match:
Mean Jack Mason (c) vs YetiNorthern Lights Championship Match:
Rich Athlete (c) vs Van Helsing or Sandman (decided tonight)
Scrooge: “And let me tell you—if Rich Athlete loses on Night 1, I will eat my hat. A very expensive hat.”
Night 2 – Confirmed Matches
WARGAMES:
Champions of Camelot & Prince Charming
vs
Monsters Bash & The Black KnightUniversal Championship Match:
Mean Jack Mason (c) vs KrampusMarcus vs Big Bad Wolf
Queen of the North Championship Match (participants determined tomorrow)
NPCW Tag Team Title Match:
Guiding Force (c) vs The BeastsSanta Claus vs Sinister Klaus
Eavesdropping Scrooge (smirking): “And THAT is the match I’m selling stock in. Sinister Klaus may be wicked, but Santa Claus has vengeance polished like a candy cane. I adore holiday violence!”
Cratchit: “All matches for Nightmare at the North Pole will be posted on Wednesday, December 10th. Until then—thank you for your continued support. Enjoy the show!”
Scrooge (leaning into camera, snapping fingers): “Yes yes! Enough formality! BACK TO THE ACTION! ONWARD WITH THE PROFIT—er—programming!”
Buddy drops more rulebooks as the camera fades back to ringside.
Johnny: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our opening contest! The Grimm Sisters already circling like vultures, and Beauty and the Beast look fired up—this should be a wild one!”
Eddie: “I don’t know why Bella and Ursa bother, Johnny! You ever try fighting two nightmares who look like they crawled out of a haunted dollhouse? My advice to Beauty and the Beast: moisturize and flee.”
1st Minute
Johnny: “And we’re underway! Glint Grimm scoops Bella—OH my! Final Descent! A sitout powerbomb to kick off the match!”
Eddie: “Bella fires right back with that running bicycle knee! See? She’s smarter than she looks—not by much, but still!”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Glint stays on her feet and—VEIL BREAKER! What a running clothesline! Bella had no answer for that one.”
Eddie: “I’m shocked Bella didn’t tag out sooner. The moment someone named ‘Glint Grimm’ starts sprinting at you, you RUN!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Ursa Titania in now—OH now wait a minute! Double-team! Honest Abe trying to restore order but Ursa and Bella mauling Glint!”
Eddie: “Finally! Teamwork! Maybe they saw my notes! Ursa with a knee lift—Bella with a heart punch—THAT’S how you break down a goth!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Bella staying on the attack—Snap Suplex! But Glint springs up—GRAVEBITE! A huge codebreaker!”
Eddie: “Ursa’s just standing there! Would you DO something?! You’re a beast, not a statue!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “The double-team period is ending—but Glint turns it around! Final Descent AGAIN! A second sitout powerbomb right in the center of the ring!”
Eddie: “I don’t know what Bella’s future is, Johnny, but her spine just saw its past.”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Glint catches Ursa coming in—Death’s Whisper! Reverse DDT!”
Eddie: “And Ursa answers with a headbutt barrage! That’s what I like to see—use the thickest part of the skull!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Bella back in—Glint looking winded—and SHARP COUNTER! Another GRAVEBITE! Bella’s down!”
Eddie: “She tried to block it! Bless her heart—too slow!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Both women charging—Glint with a Soul Scoop! But Bella catches her flush with that running bicycle knee!”
Eddie: “Bella’s got great aim—shame she can’t aim her wins!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Glint hits a Phantom Fall! Swinging neckbreaker! And she TAGS IN SHADE! Here comes the nightmare in motion!”
Eddie: “Good idea. Fresh Grimm Sisters are the worst kind.”
10th Minute – Finish
Johnny: “Shade grabbing Bella—RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! What elevation! Bella is DOWN!”
Eddie: “Stick a crown on her, she’s DONE.”
Johnny: “Shade Grimm goes for the cover—ONE! TWO! THREE! That does it! The Grimm Sisters with a big victory!”
WINNER: GRIMM SISTERS DEFEAT BEAUTY & THE BEAST VIA PINFALL at the 10 MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH MAYHEM
Johnny: “Wait—what is THIS?! Ursa Titania storming back into the ring—she’s yelling at Bella!”
Eddie: “Ohhh here we go. Ursa’s tired of playing babysitter. This is YEARS of frustration right here.”
Johnny: “Bella trying to stand—OH GOD! URSA JUST KICKED HER DOWN! And—NO—NO—Titania’s got her by the throat—CHOKESLAM! She just planted her own partner!”
Eddie: “You can’t blame her, Johnny! If I had to carry someone that hard, I’d drop them too! Maybe next time Bella will read the tag team handbook.”
Johnny: “Beauty and the Beast may have just shattered in front of us! Ursa Titania leaving the ring without a second glance—Bella is motionless!”
Eddie: “Good. Maybe now she can find a partner who knows what a WIN looks like.”
PRIMAL HORDE GLOATS AND CHALLENGES
The camera cuts to a backstage hallway lit with dramatic blue-and-white lighting. The Primal Horde—Mean Jack Mason, Polly Mason, Marcus the Beastmaster, and the hulking Beasts—march in a tight formation like predators on the prowl.
Smooth Samantha, calm and collected with her perfectly held mic, steps forward.
Samantha (bright, professional): “Jack—Marcus—Polly—Beasts—can I grab you for just a moment? There’s a lot to unpack after Commissioner Cratchit’s announcement tonight.”
Jack stops. He turns slowly, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. The crowd watching from the arena reacts with a rising cheer.
Jack Mason (swaggering confidence, hint of danger): “Well look who it is… Smooth Samantha. You got yourself a question? Go on. Hit me with it.”
Samantha: “Jack, the entire NPCW Universe wants to know—how do you feel about being ordered to defend both the North Pole Championship and the Universal Championship at Nightmare at the North Pole?”
Jack smirks—then laughs, sharp and wild.
Jack: “Ordered? Samantha… nobody ORDERS Mean Jack Mason to do a damn thing. I let ‘em stack the deck. I invite the pressure. I welcome the challenge. Two belts? Two title defenses? Two nights in a row?”
He steps closer, tapping the gold plates on his shoulders.
“Baby, I’m built for this. King of the North Pole. Master of the Universe. If the office wants me to fight Yeti one night and Krampus the next?”
He spreads his arms wide.
“Then ring the bells and call the priest, ‘cause I’ll put both monsters to sleep.”
The Beasts roar behind him; Polly nods with a feral grin.
But Marcus steps up, jaw tight, eyes burning.
Marcus the Beastmaster (intense, focused): “Mason—while you’re talkin’ about monsters, let me make something clear. BIG BAD WOLF crossed the line. He betrayed Yeti. He betrayed ME. And at Nightmare at the North Pole? He pays.”
Marcus jabs a finger to the camera.
Marcus: “Tonight? Howler 1 gets the message. A little taste of what’s coming.”
Jack rolls his eyes, annoyed that his spotlight was interrupted.
Jack (snapping): “Marcus—Marcus—MARCUS. Save the dramatic speeches for your diary. I’m talkin’ here.”
Marcus stares at him. The Beasts tense. Polly glances between them.
Before tension can explode—
The lights flicker.
A cold shadow crawls across the hallway.
A low, echoing cackle is heard.
And stepping into frame—dressed in black, eyes glowing with theatrical menace—is…
NEGROPOLIS.
The crowd in the arena explodes with noise.
Negropolis and Jack lock eyes.
Two former allies.
Two former brothers-in-arms.
Now one step from war.
Negropolis (voice dark, theatrical, dripping venom): “Well… well… well. If it isn’t the Universal King and his circus of beasts. I heard you running your mouth, Jackie. Heard you acting like you’ve already conquered the world.”
He steps closer—face inches from Jack’s.
Negropolis: “But you forgot one thing. You forgot me. You forgot the darkness you left behind. You forgot the partner who held you up before you thought you were untouchable.”
Jack slowly removes his sunglasses.
Jack (low growl): “I didn’t forget anything. I moved on. You’re the one clingin’ to the past, brother.”
Negropolis smirks.
Negropolis: “Oh I’m clinging to something, alright… I’m clinging to your downfall.”
He points straight into Jack’s chest.
Negropolis: “Next week. You. Me. One on one. No Horde. No Covenant. Just the ghost you made… finally coming to collect.”
The hallway goes dead silent.
Jack’s jaw clenches. Then—he grins like a wolf.
Jack: “You want me next week? Boy, all you had to do was ask.”
Negropolis tilts his head like a predator.
Negropolis: “Oh I didn’t ask. I declared. You’re not the hunter anymore, Jack Mason. You’re the hunted.”
Marcus (stepping forward aggressively): “You want a fight? Bring your whole damn Covenant! The Beasts will tear them apart!”
Negropolis turns his head slowly.
Negropolis: “Funny you say that… because that match is signed too. The Disciples of the Obsidian Covenant versus your Beasts.”
The Beasts growl and slam their chests.
Jack steps nose-to-nose with Negropolis.
Jack (voice soft but lethal): “Next week… I finish what we started.”
Negropolis (whisper): “Oh no, Jack… Next week… I do.”
The lights flicker again—Negropolis vanishes back into darkness, his laughter echoing.
Smooth Samantha looks shaken but composed.
Samantha: “Jack… Marcus… Primal Horde… thank you for your time. It looks like next week just got HUGE.”
Jack puts his sunglasses back on.
Jack: “Samantha… next week somebody’s getting buried. And it ain’t me.”
He storms off with the Horde following.
1st Minute
Johnny: “And here we go! Marcus the Beastmaster wasting NO time—big elbow drop right out of the gate!”
Eddie: “That’s how a REAL predator starts a match, Johnny! But look at this mutt—Howler fires back with a scoop slam! Somebody give that canine a biscuit.”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Oh and Polly Mason—blowing glitter right into Howler’s face! Honest Abe missed it!”
Eddie: “Smart strategy! Distract the dog with shiny things. Works every time.”
Johnny: “Howler still manages to power Marcus up—Samoan Drop!”
Eddie: “That’s not strength, Johnny. That’s instinct. Like a raccoon fighting for a sandwich.”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Marcus goes for a headbutt—NO! Howler reverses it! Back claws raking right across Marcus’ shoulders!”
Eddie: “HEY! Where’s the DQ for clawing?! Oh right—Honest Abe doesn’t know the difference between a rulebook and a snow globe.”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Elbow drop by Marcus! That one landed flush!”
Eddie: “There we go! Hurt the dog! Send him to obedience school!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Polly now playing that eerie hypnotic tune—trying to get Marcus fired up!”
Eddie: “Works every time, Johnny! That’s why she’s the best trainer in the business—”
Johnny: “Howler still shaking it off though!”
Eddie: “Must be hard to hypnotize something with the brain of a toaster.”
6th Minute
Johnny: “And the Wolf Pack just grabbed Marcus’ legs! Howler drops on top of him!”
Eddie: “WHAT?! That is OUTRAGEOUS! Disqualify the PACK! Disqualify the entire PACK! BAN THE PACK!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Polly singing and dancing on the apron to distract Howler—”
Eddie: “That’s art, Johnny.”
Johnny: “Howler doesn’t care! POWERBOMB!”
Eddie: “Of course he doesn’t care! He’s a wild animal!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Oh! Marcus catches him—BEARHUG! That’s locked in deep!”
Eddie: “SQUEEZE HIM! I wanna hear ribs crack from up here!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Double axhandle! Marcus smashing Howler to the mat!”
Eddie: “Finally dominating like I said he would!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Marcus with another headbutt—Howler tried to block it but couldn’t!”
Eddie: “You can’t block a cinderblock with fur, Johnny!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “ALPHA SLAM! Spinning sidewalk slam connects!”
Eddie: “Match over! Ring the bell! Raise his hand!”
Johnny: “Howler still fights back—another Samoan Drop!”
Eddie: “Somebody neuter this guy!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “HOWLER DROP! That’s his big move! He’s going for the cover!”
Eddie: “No no no no—kick out—!”
Johnny: “TWO! Marcus kicks out at two!”
Eddie: “Ha! You can’t keep a Beastmaster down with a cheap trick like that!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Shoulderbreaker by Marcus! But Howler answers with a POWERBOMB!”
Eddie: “This is illegal! No wolf should be this strong!”
Johnny: “He’s going for another pin—TWO again! Marcus survives!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Another Samoan Drop from Howler!”
Eddie: “STOP LETTING HIM PICK YOU UP! He’s not a vet! He’s not checking your weight!”
Johnny: “And another kickout! Marcus still in this fight!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Elbow drop from Marcus! He’s fighting his way back!”
Eddie: “That’s the power of the Horde! That’s the power of—”
16th Minute – The DQ Finish
Johnny: “WHAT IS POLLY DOING—SHE JUST CLAWED THE REFEREE’S FACE!”
Eddie: “Uh—uh—strategic… vision correction?”
Johnny: “No! Honest Abe is calling for the bell! That’s a DISQUALIFICATION!”
Eddie: “NO! NO! You can’t disqualify Marcus for that! Polly was just… um… checking for frostbite!”
Johnny: “Marcus looks furious—he did NOT want this match thrown out!”
Eddie: “He’s angry at Polly! She cost him the match! THIS is not good for the Horde!”
HOWLER #1 DEFEATS MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER VIA DISQUALIFICATION at the 16 MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “Marcus is livid! Polly’s trying to explain herself but Marcus doesn’t want to hear it!”
Eddie: “Come on Marcus, calm down! It was just a LITTLE referee mauling!”
Johnny: “Just a little—Eddie, what is WRONG with you?!”
Eddie: “I call it like I see it, Johnny!”
Marcus walks away shaking with anger, Polly chasing after him, their alliance visibly shaken.
Marcus storms up the ramp still seething from the DQ loss. The Wolf Pack surrounds the ring as Moonshadow slides under the ropes, eyes locked on Polly.
Polly looks around nervously—until…
Mean Jack Mason emerges from the back to a huge reaction, marching to ringside to stand beside his sister. The dynamic changes instantly.
Johnny: “Marcus is gone, the Wolf Pack is circling, and Polly Mason is all alone—until her brother Mean Jack Mason just made his presence FELT!”
Eddie: “As he SHOULD, Johnny! Family sticks together! And Moonshadow’s about to learn why messing with a Mason is bad for business—and terrible for your dental plan!”
1st Minute
Johnny: “Both women charging in—Polly hits a suplex! Moonshadow counters immediately—LYCAN LOCK! Dragon Sleeper locked in early!”
Eddie: “Ridiculous! This wolf thinks she can end it in sixty seconds?! Polly’s tougher than jerky left out in the snow!”
Johnny: “Polly fighting—she refuses to submit!”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “And Polly transitions—ANKLE LOCK! She’s got Moonshadow trapped!”
Eddie: “Tap! Tap! Tap! Give up, wolf-girl!”
Johnny: “But The Wolf Pack pulling Moonshadow’s legs toward the ropes—COME ON!”
Eddie: “Oh what, it’s cheating when THEY do it but ‘hypnotic tunes’ are fine? Double standards, Johnny!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Neckbreaker by Polly! She’s fighting back with pure stubbornness—maybe taking after her brother!”
Eddie: “That’s the Mason method: hit first, ask later, deny everything.”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Polly with another suplex—but Moonshadow traps her—front facelock!”
Eddie: “Break out of it! Moonshadow doesn’t pay rent to live on your head, Polly!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Neckbreaker from Polly again—but the Wolf Pack leaps onto the apron and CLUBS her in the back!”
Eddie: “Oh look! Pack mentality. Three on one. Very heroic. Very noble.”
Johnny: “That is NOT legal and Honest Abe needs to take control!”
Eddie: “The only thing Honest Abe controls is how often he gets hit in the face!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Tornado DDT by Polly! What a spike!”
Eddie: “That’s the balance of nature—you jump on a Mason, a Mason jumps back TWICE as hard!”
Johnny: “Moonshadow answering with a flying knee drop—what impact!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Polly goes for the sleeper—but Moonshadow neutralizes it! She slips out right under the arm!”
Eddie: “Slippery wolf! Someone get the animal control net!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Polly takes to the air—Diving Clothesline! Moonshadow firing back with another flying kneestrike!”
Eddie: “I swear Moonshadow’s knee is the only thing she knows how to use. Learn another move!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Northern Lights Suplex by Polly—beautiful bridge!”
Eddie: “And Moonshadow STILL gets up! LUNAR LARIAT nearly decapitates her!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Twirling spinning kick from Polly! She caught Moonshadow clean!”
Eddie: “That’s it! Count it! Count it! Count—why is Moonshadow STILL standing?!”
Johnny: “She hits another Lunar Lariat and this one nearly spins Polly inside out!”
11th Minute – Finish
Johnny: “Moonshadow wrapping around Polly—SLEEPERHOLD! She’s got it in deep!”
Eddie: “NO! No no no—Jack DO SOMETHING! Bark! Throw a boot! I don’t care!”
Johnny: “Polly’s fading—Moonshadow wrenching back—Polly’s fighting—NO, SHE CAN’T—POLLY MASON TAPS OUT! POLLY TAPS!”
Eddie: “Oh come on! Polly, I believed in you! I defended you! I—okay, maybe not defended, but I IMPLIED support!”
Jack slams the apron in frustration, staring coldly at the Wolf Pack as Moonshadow rises and howls victoriously.
MOONSHADOW DEFEATS POLLY MASON VIA SUBMISSION at the 11 MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “Moonshadow with a massive win over Polly Mason, who fought all alone tonight!”
Eddie: “All alone with a brother at ringside who didn’t help! Jack’s slipping, Johnny. He’s slipping BIG TIME.”
Johnny: “He was forbidden to interfere, Eddie!”
Eddie: “Oh sure, like any Mason ever played by the rules!”
Jack helps Polly out of the ring, glaring death at the entire Wolf Pack as the segment ends.
GUIDING FORCE
Smooth Samantha with The Guiding Force (Rudolph & Kris Kringle)**
The camera cuts backstage to a warm, softly lit interview area decorated with shimmering silver garland and glowing lanterns. Smooth Samantha, perfectly poised with her signature charming smile, stands between the NPCW Tag Team Champions—Rudolph and Kris Kringle, their belts gleaming like freshly polished holiday artifacts.
Rudolph looks determined, his nose faintly glowing in confidence mode. Kris Kringle stands tall beside him, arms folded, beard immaculate, the aura of a rugged holiday legend radiating off him.
Samantha (bright, composed): “I am here with the reigning NPCW Tag Team Champions—the Guiding Force—Rudolph and Kris Kringle. Gentlemen, tonight you’re facing Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht in what Grim Tidings called a ‘test match.’ Not a title match—just… a test. What do you make of that?”
Rudolph adjusts his belt, smirking.
Rudolph (calm confidence): “Test match, title match, warm-up match, snowball fight—it doesn’t matter, Samantha. The result is the same. We walk in together, we walk out together, and we walk out winners.”
Kris Kringle nods, stroking his beard with a knowing grin.
Kris Kringle (gravelly, seasoned swagger): “Grim Tidings wants to test us? Good. We’re always ready for a test. And if they want a final exam down the road? Even better. Because the Guiding Force doesn’t back down and we don’t get rattled. You come at us with chains, staffs, coal, curses—makes no difference. We still win. That’s the lesson tonight.”
Samantha smiles, clearly impressed.
Samantha: “Strong words. But speaking of big challenges—at Nightmare at the North Pole, you two will be defending these Tag Team Titles against The Beasts of the Primal Horde. Your last meeting was explosive, to say the least. Are you confident heading into the rematch?”
Rudolph leans toward the mic, eyes burning with resolve.
Rudolph: “Confident? Absolutely. The Beasts are monstrous, powerful, unpredictable—but we beat them once. We’ll beat them again. Because strength alone doesn’t win championships. Heart does.”
Kris taps the center plate of his title, speaking firmly.
Kris: “The Beasts hit hard, but we hit smart. And smart always wins. Last time, we proved we’re the better team. This time? We make sure everyone watching Nightmare at the North Pole understands it wasn’t a fluke—it was destiny.”
Suddenly—
A loud, slow clap echoes from offscreen.
The camera pans slightly and Mean Jack Mason saunters into view, both his championship belts slung cockily over his shoulders. He beams with that infamous Mason smirk, shaking his head as if amused by children bragging about their report cards.
Jack Mason (mocking grin): “Well, well, well… Look at this festive little pep rally.”
He strolls up to them, eyeing their belts, then his own.
Jack: “Guiding Force—look at you two. Shiny belts, shiny smiles, shiny speeches. Enjoy it. Really soak it in. ‘Cause after Nightmare at the North Pole… those belts?”
He taps his own gold plates.
Jack: “They’re coming home. Back where they belong—with the Primal Horde.”
Rudolph steps forward, nose glowing brighter—defiant.
Rudolph: “You think your Horde scares us, Mason?”
Jack (laughing, shaking his head): “Oh Rudy… Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. I don’t need to scare you. I just need to take what’s yours. And trust me—my boys are hungry. The Beastmaster’s hungry. The Beasts? STARVING.”
He leans in close, lowering his sunglasses to stare eye-to-eye with Kris.
Jack: “Enjoy those belts while you can, Grandpa Claus. They’re on borrowed time.”
Kris smirks, unshaken.
Kris: “Borrowed time? Son, I’ve been around since time was invented. And you ain’t taking these belts from us. Not tonight. Not at Nightmare. Not ever.”
Jack grins wide, steps back, and pats his own titles again.
Jack: “We’ll see. Oh… we’ll see.”
He saunters off down the hallway, laughing loudly.
Rudolph and Kringle exchange a nod—focused, united, ready.
Samantha: “Gentlemen, thank you—and good luck tonight.”
The Guiding Force raise their belts proudly as the segment ends.
1st Minute
Johnny: “We are underway—Kris Kringle starting things off with Hans Trapp and WOW! Kris laying in those Good Tidings headbutts! One after another!”
Eddie: “Headbutts!? That’s not wrestling, that’s assault with seasonal cheer!”
Johnny: “Hans Trapp firing back—BACK BREAKER! Right across the spine of Kris!”
Eddie: “That’s what I’m talking about! Break the old man in half!”
Johnny: “Kris tagging out to Rudolph to reset the momentum.”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Rudolph charges in—BUT Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht immediately swarm him! Double-team from Grim Tidings!”
Eddie: “Perfect strategy! Overwhelm the reindeer before the nose starts glowing!”
Johnny: “Trapp throws Rudolph out of the ring—Ruprecht grapevines the leg! Honest Abe starting the count—Trapp barely makes it back in at NINE!”
Eddie: “See? He’s fine. That was tactical pacing, Johnny.”
Johnny: “And now Rudolph gets thrown out! But he gets in at a three-count!”
Eddie: “Ugh. Reindeer are too fast. Ban speed advantage!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “And now Rudolph—HEAD RAM TO THE GUT! Knocking the wind right out of both Grim Tidings members!”
Eddie: “Cheap shot! That’s an antler-based attack without the antlers!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Cross body attempt by Rudolph—NO! Hans Trapp catches him, reverses, and BACK BREAKER again!”
Eddie: “Beautiful! That’s how you handle flying wildlife, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Rudolph tags in Kringle, and Trapp tags Ruprecht—fresh men in!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Kris with a Sack Toss—snap mare right to the mat!”
Eddie: “Come on, Ruprecht, you’re getting tossed like a sack of toys! DO something!”
Johnny: “And he does—tagging Hans Trapp right back in!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Kris Kringle with another Sack Toss! He’s dominating this stretch!”
Eddie: “He’s too cheery! Make him stop! Someone get a lump of coal!”
Johnny: “Hans Trapp catches him in a front facelock—looking to slow the momentum!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “ARM BAR by Hans Trapp! He’s cranking the shoulder of the veteran!”
Eddie: “Yes! Break Santa Claus’ shoulder! Then Christmas is CANCELLED!”
Johnny: “Would you STOP!?”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Both wrestlers trying to reset—and Trapp signals for double-team again! Here comes Knecht Ruprecht—HARVEST REAPING big boot!”
Eddie: “Take his head off! Deck the halls with Kringle’s face!”
Johnny: “But Kris catches Ruprecht right after—THE LONG WINTER! Delayed vertical suplex! What strength!”
Eddie: “Oh come ON. That’s physics! He shouldn’t STILL be able to lift people!”
9th Minute – CHAOS AND DQ FINISH
Johnny: “Kris grabs Trapp—STOCKING TOSS from the corner! Trapp is down!”
Eddie: “Fenwick, HELP THEM!”
Johnny: “Oh no—Fenwick Grimbough climbing onto the apron with that massive rulebook—HE JUST ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE REFEREE!”
Eddie: “ACCIDENTALLY?! He swung that thing like he was trying to kill a fly the size of Cleveland!”
Johnny: “And Honest Abe is calling for the bell! That’s a disqualification! Grim Tidings just lost the match!”
Eddie: “WHAT?! No fair! The ref got in the way of the book—that’s on HIM!”
Johnny: “No Eddie—that’s on Fenwick Grimbough and his… very unique interpretation of ringside etiquette.”
Kris raises Rudolph's arm as Fenwick argues violently with the referee while Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht look furious.
GUIDING FORCE DEFEATS HANS TRAPP & KNECHT RUPRECHT VIA DISQUALIFICATION at the 9 MINUTE MARK
1st Minute
Johnny: “We are underway and Alice wastes NO time—Rabbit Hole DDT! Dorothy with a spinebuster! Goldie with a one-handed Bulldog! They’re unloading on Mrs. Claus!”
Eddie: “NOW THAT’S TEAMWORK! A well-oiled machine! A golden standard! You hit Mrs. Claus early, hit her often, and she realizes retirement is calling!”
Johnny: “But Mrs. Claus fires back with the Christmas Lights Clothesline! She takes all three Bombshells down!”
Eddie: “And now Christmas is cancelled.”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Alice catches Mrs. Claus—Tilt-a-Whirl Small Package! She’s got her tight!”
Eddie: “PIN HER! END THIS CHARADE!”
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus kicks out and tags in Snow White!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Snow White charging—no, both women stall. Resetting. And here comes Mrs. Claus again—SPREADING CHRISTMAS JOY HUG!”
Eddie: “Oh COME ON! That is NOT a wrestling move, Johnny! That’s emotional manipulation!”
Johnny: “Alice with a superkick to break the grip!”
Eddie: “Kick her into January!”
Johnny: “Alice tags out to Dorothy!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus again—JOY HUG! Dorothy struggling—she can’t break free!”
Eddie: “Of COURSE she can’t! Mrs. Claus smothers people with cookies in the off-season!”
Johnny: “Dorothy with a backhand chop—staggering Mrs. Claus!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Double-team! Mrs. Claus and Pearl combining—KICK TO THE MIDSECTION—TOOTH BUSTER! Dorothy eats the mat!”
Eddie: “That’s illegal! Double-teaming! Ban the holiday creatures!”
Johnny: “Dorothy counters with an Emerald City Elbow! She’s still in this!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Another double-team! Mrs. Claus and Snow White—two kicks to Dorothy—then Dorothy powers out with a big bodyslam!”
Eddie: “Dorothy has Kansas power, Johnny! Kansas POWER!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Backhand chop by Mrs. Claus—and she tags in Pearl!”
Eddie: “Oh great, the dentist. Because THAT’S what this match needed—fear of floss!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Double-team again—THE TOOTH EXTRACTOR from Pearl! Mrs. Claus with a backhand chop for insurance!”
Eddie: “How is Dorothy still conscious!? Alice, Goldie—HELP HER!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Dorothy with a spinebuster! Dropping Pearl HARD!”
Eddie: “Yes! Beautiful! Textbook! Old-school wrestling against dental war crimes!”
Johnny: “Tags on both sides! Mrs. Claus back in—Alice back in!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus kicks Alice in the midsection—but Alice sends her flying with an over-the-shoulder armdrag!”
Eddie: “THAT’S how you handle the Holidays!”
Johnny: “Mrs. Claus tags Pearl—Alice tags Goldie Locks!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Pearl charges—running spinning back elbow! Goldie goes DOWN!”
Eddie: “That was a lucky shot! Goldie’s hair probably cushioned half the impact!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Pearl—Double Axe Handles! But Goldie locks in the Twin City Twister surfboard!”
Eddie: “YES! Bend her like a candy cane!”
Johnny: “Pearl holds on—she refuses to submit!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Oh no—triple-team incoming! Goldie, Alice, Dorothy swarming Pearl—gutwrench suplex! Wonderland’s End Moonsault! Bodyslam!”
Eddie: “That’s what teamwork LOOKS LIKE, Johnny! Poetry in motion! Blonde poetry!”
Johnny: “Pearl is being overwhelmed!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Another triple-team—DIVING LARIAT from Goldie—SPLASH from Dorothy!”
Eddie: “Pin her! PIN HER! This is BEAUTIFUL!”
Johnny: “Pearl barely hanging in!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Tooth Buster from Pearl! She takes Goldie down! But Goldie flips her into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors!”
Eddie: “She’s dizzy! She’s done! Goldie tags in Dorothy!”
16th Minute
Johnny: “Pearl catches Dorothy—SCISSORED ARMBAR! She’s trying to break the limb!”
Eddie: “Good luck! Dorothy’s arms are too well-toned! Probably from punching tornadoes!”
Johnny: “Dorothy hangs on!”
17th Minute – Finish
Johnny: “Pearl hits the Tooth Buster! She’s going for the pin—but Dorothy rolls her—SCHOOL-GIRL ROLL-UP! One! Two! THREE!”
Eddie: “YES! YES! Kansas wins AGAIN! THAT’S how you end a match!”
Johnny: “The Blonde Bombshells steal one with a quick roll-up!”
Eddie: “Not a steal—strategic brilliance! Pearl should’ve stuck to dentistry because she just got CROWNED!”
THE BLONDE BOMBSHELLS DEFEAT SNOW WHITE, MRS. CLAUS & PEARL VIA PINFALL at the 17 MINUTE MARK
BOMBSHELLS ON THE RISE
The camera cuts backstage to the Bombshells’ signature neon-lit promo area — glittering gold curtains, a giant lipstick-shaped spotlight, and a vanity mirror reflecting the three women who strut into frame with unapologetic swagger.
Goldie Locks, glowing with renewed fire.
Dorothy, cracking her knuckles with that Kansas fierceness.
Alice, bouncing in place with wild-eyed Wonderland energy.
Smooth Samantha, professional but clearly bracing herself for the chaos, steps forward with her microphone.
Samantha (bright, composed): “I am here with the Blonde Bombshells — Goldie Locks, Alice, and Dorothy — fresh off an impressive victory tonight. And Goldie, tomorrow night on Northern Belles, you face Snow White for the right to challenge for the Queen of the North Championship at Nightmare at the North Pole. A lot of fans have noticed that you seem… reinvigorated lately.”
Goldie smirks, tilting her head, golden curls falling perfectly into place.
Goldie Locks (confident, iron-sharp): “Reinvigorated? Samantha, I’m not reinvigorated… I’m awake. I’m focused. I’m CLEAR. Somewhere along the way, everyone forgot who the standard in this division is — me. The Queen who never should have lost the crown. The woman at the top of every division’s food chain — past, present, and future.”
She taps her temple.
Goldie: “Snow White thinks it’s her fairy-tale moment? Tomorrow night, I show her that winter melts…
when GOLD shines.”
Behind her, Alice grins and twirls a strand of hair, while Dorothy nods with fierce approval.
Samantha: “And Dorothy, Alice — at Nightmare at the North Pole, you two will defend the North Star Tag Team Championships against Mrs. Claus and Pearl. Your thoughts?”
Dorothy steps forward, hands on hips.
Dorothy (firm, no-nonsense): “Our thoughts? Easy. Mrs. Claus and Pearl represent the past — the old guard clinging to nostalgia. But we… we represent the NOW. The Bombshell Era. The future of this division doesn’t live in fairy tales or holiday stories — it lives in the fire we bring to this ring every time we show up.”
Alice hops onto Dorothy’s shoulder, pointing directly at the camera.
Alice (playfully unhinged): “We’re faster! We’re smarter! And we’re way, WAY more fabulous! Mrs. Claus, Pearl — bring all the cookies and dental tools you want! It won’t matter! Because Wonderland rules, Kansas hits hard, and Goldie…”
She pats Goldie’s shoulder like a beloved queen.
“…Goldie reigns.”
Goldie gives a smug, approving nod.
Samantha: “So to confirm — confidence is high heading into Nightmare at the North Pole?”
The Bombshells exchange a look — a knowing, dangerous, synchronized smirk.
Dorothy steps forward.
Dorothy: “Samantha… confidence isn’t high.”
Alice leans into the mic.
Alice: “Confidence is inevitable.”
Goldie tilts her chin up, eyes blazing.
Goldie: “Tomorrow night. Next week. Nightmare at the North Pole. It doesn’t matter where or when — the Blonde Bombshells make the rules… and we rewrite the story.”
They turn toward the camera, their signature pose snapping perfectly into place — Dorothy flexing, Alice spreading her arms like she’s about to dance into war, Goldie tilting her head with regal superiority.
Together, they shout:
Bombshells (in unison):
“WE ARE HERE TO BLOW YOU UP…
KA-BOOM!”
The segment ends in a sparkling burst of golden pyro and glitter sweeping across the frame.
1st Minute
Johnny: “We are underway with this non-title bout—Rich Athlete opening with a shin breaker, targeting the foundation early!”
Eddie: “Smart! Smart! That’s why he’s rich, Johnny. Brains AND brawn.”
Johnny: “Hansel answers with a Boston Crab! He’s flipped the champ over!”
Eddie: “Oh relax, Athlete isn’t tapping to some bakery-boy submission hold!”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Rich Athlete—PECTORAL CHOP! That echo was heard all the way in the luxury suites!”
Eddie: “As it should be! That chop was worth at least thirty grand!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Hansel with a flying forearm smash! He caught the champ clean!”
Eddie: “That’s illegal! His forearm wasn’t declared at customs!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “MILLION DOLLAR KNEEDROP! Straight across Hansel’s chest!”
Eddie: “That’s what wealth looks like when it falls on you, Johnny!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Luxurious Leglock! That’s cinched in tight!”
Eddie: “Perfect execution! Hansel should submit before he hurts the champ’s wrist!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “A chop from the Athlete—Hansel with a spinning toe hold reversal!”
Eddie: “Hansel is LUCKY that wasn’t the Seven-Figure Suplex—he’d be finished!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Another pectoral chop! Rich Athlete’s chopping Hansel into next month!”
Eddie: “He should chop him into unemployment!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “Rich Athlete goes for the Seven-Figure Suplex—NO! Hansel neutralizes it! Great defensive awareness!”
Eddie: “Lucky. PURE lucky. He’ll never do that again.”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Another exchange—Athlete with a chop, Hansel with a toe hold!”
Eddie: “The champ is just softening him up, Johnny. Like tenderizing cheap meat.”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Flying forearm smash by Hansel again! Athlete didn’t see it coming!”
Eddie: “He’s cheating with that forearm! I’m SURE of it!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Shin breaker AGAIN from the champion—Hansel trapped in a front facelock!”
Eddie: “That’s it—break the legs, break the will, break the man!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Ruth Heartless—OH COME ON! She just smacked Hansel with the banker’s briefcase!”
Eddie: “Correction, Johnny—she provided ‘motivational guidance.’ It’s very expensive therapy!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “And another distraction—Ruth gouging the eyes! Honest Abe didn’t see it!”
Eddie: “She was inspecting Hansel’s pupils. Medical service. Very noble.”
Johnny: “Hansel still manages a spinning toe hold! He won’t quit!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Ruth trash-talking Hansel—WAIT! Hansel reverses it into a powerslam!”
Eddie: “HEY! That was uncalled for! She was offering constructive criticism!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Seven-Figure Suplex! Athlete drives Hansel straight down!”
Eddie: “That’s how you settle debts!”
16th Minute
Johnny: “Million Dollar Kneedrop AGAIN! Hansel hits ANOTHER flying forearm in return! These two are laying it in!”
Eddie: “But only one of them gets paid enough for this kind of effort!”
17th Minute
Johnny: “FORTUNE’S FIST! Hansel with a front facelock—this is turning into a sprint to the finish!”
Eddie: “Athlete is toying with him now. Letting him feel like he has a chance—classic rich guy tactic!”
18th Minute – Finish
Johnny: “Ruth Heartless shouting advice—POINTING OUT A WEAKNESS—Athlete capitalizes with a massive strike! Hansel is down! The champ makes the cover!”
Eddie: “One! Two! Three! The rich get richer, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Non-title match, but a big win nonetheless!”
THE RICH ATHLETE DEFEATS HANSEL VIA PINFALL at the 18 MINUTE MARK
Johnny: “Fans, we’re just over a week away from Nightmare at the North Pole, where BOTH of these teams will collide inside the steel structure of WARGAMES on Night 2! But tonight—TONIGHT—we get a preview as King Arthur and his Virtuous Blades battle Frankenstein’s Monster and the Enforcers!”
Eddie: “And it’s gonna be a PREVIEW of pain, Johnny! Look at Monster’s Bash! Look at Kong! Look at Ogre! That’s not a team—that’s a natural disaster in three parts!”
1st Minute
Johnny: “And Arthur opens this match HOT—tagging in Galahad and the double-team begins! Clothesline from Arthur! Rolling Thunder DDT from Galahad!”
Eddie: “CHEATERS! And Monster still CLOBBERS Arthur with that Heavy Hand smash! That’s what you get for being noble!”
2nd Minute – EVERYONE IN
Johnny: “Oh my—Frankenstein’s Monster calls in his Enforcers—EVERYONE is in the ring! Honest Abe has lost ALL control!”
Eddie: “This is BEAUTIFUL! Look at this chaos!”
Johnny: “Arthur with a spinebuster! Galahad with the belly-to-back suplex! Gawain with the fireman’s carry! Monster with the Graveyard Slam! Kong with the snap mare! Ogre with another snap mare! It’s MADNESS!”
Eddie: “This is how Wargames is gonna look! Pile of bodies and Monster standing on top!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Monster and Ogre double-teaming Arthur—rear chinlock into a BIG butt drop! But Arthur counters with a short arm clothesline!”
Eddie: “Come on Monster—don’t let King Glowstick get an opening!”
4th Minute – EVERYONE IN AGAIN
Johnny: “And AGAIN all six men are in the ring! Another total breakdown!”
Eddie: “This is why I love Monster’s Bash—NO discipline, ALL destruction!”
Johnny: “Arthur hits the KING’S DECREE! Galahad with a shooting star press! Gawain with White Noise! Monster with the Flatliner! Kong with Jungle Swing! Ogre with another snap mare! NO ONE’S holding back!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Arthur with a clothesline—Monster answers with the Graveyard Slam! And he tags out to Kong!”
Eddie: “Smart! Kong’s fresh and hungry!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Arthur and Gawain double-team Kong now—Jumping Knee Drop! Cloverleaf! Kong is taking a beating!”
Eddie: “I’ve seen Kong eat steel chairs for breakfast—he’ll be fine!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “KING’S DECREE from Arthur—Kong kicks out at one!”
Eddie: “Hah! Too much muscle to pin!”
8th Minute – THREE-ON-ONE
Johnny: “And now triple-team from Camelot! Arthur, Galahad, and Gawain unloading on Kong!”
Eddie: “Somebody fine all three of them! This is disgraceful!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “KING’S DECREE AGAIN! Arthur tags Galahad!”
Eddie: “And Kong STILL stands! That man is a tree trunk in boots!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Merlin offering guidance—Galahad takes too long! Kong survives and Arthur tags back in!”
Eddie: “See? A wizard messing up the timing. SPELL FAIL!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Arthur with a knee drop! Kong with a gorilla press drop! What impact!”
Eddie: “YES! That’s what a REAL powerhouse looks like!”
Johnny: “Tags on both sides—Frankenstein’s Monster returns!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Merlin distracting the ref—Dr. Frankenstein yelling in his Monster’s ear! No one has any idea what’s happening!”
Eddie: “I LOVE IT! Pure chaos! No rules! No clarity! Just VIOLENCE!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “More distractions—flash powder from Merlin! Dr. Frankenstein yelling again—Monster confused!”
Eddie: “He’s NOT confused—he’s STRATEGIZING loudly!”
Johnny: “Galahad with a roll-up! ONE!—Monster kicks out!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “THE BOLT DRIVER! Monster cracks Arthur with double axe handle smash!”
Eddie: “DOWN GOES THE KING!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Triple-team by Camelot again—Atomic Drop! Gory Special! Crucifix Powerbomb!”
Eddie: “THAT’S ILLEGAL! Why doesn’t the ref do something?! Oh right—Abe’s useless!”
Johnny: “But Monster still answers with a Graveyard Slam!”
16th Minute
Johnny: “KING’S DECREE AGAIN! Arthur hooks the legs—ONE—NO! Monster powers out!”
Eddie: “You can’t keep a monster down with a fancy haircut move, Johnny!”
17th Minute – FINISH
Johnny: “And yet again Camelot swarms—another King’s Decree! Gory Special! Diving clothesline! Monster tumbles to the floor!”
Eddie: “He’s fine! He’s FINE!”
Johnny: “The ref has started the count—Monster’s not getting up—Kong and Ogre trying to get him back in!”
Eddie: “COME ON, SOMEBODY PUSH HIM!”
Johnny: “Eight… nine… ten! He’s counted out!”
Eddie: “NO! NO! THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY! Monster doesn’t get counted out—EVER!”
Johnny: “Well he was today, Eddie. A huge win for King Arthur heading into Wargames!”
KING ARTHUR & THE VIRTUOUS BLADES DEFEAT FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER & THE ENFORCERS VIA COUNTOUT at the 17 MINUTE MARK
SINISTER KLAUS’S CHALLENGE
The camera fades into the dimly lit Grim Tidings locker room — Christmas lights flickering like bad wiring, coal dust scattered across the floor, a cracked sleigh bell swinging ominously in the background.
Smooth Samantha, brave but visibly tense, stands centered as the door creaks open and Sinister Klaus steps into frame.
He wears his black leather trench coat draped over one shoulder, shades on indoors, a grin stretching ear to ear — the unmistakable swagger of Santa, but corrupted, dark, and dripping theatrical villainy.
Behind him looms his entourage:
Fenwick Grimbough, clutching his oversized rulebook like a sacred artifact.
Hans Trapp, towering, expression dead as winter.
Knecht Ruprecht, chains dragging against the ground.
Belsnickel, laughing under his breath like a man who hasn’t slept in years.
Klaus casually strokes his white beard, then points his finger into the camera with dramatic flair.
Samantha (steady professionalism): “I’m here with Sinister Klaus and Grim Tidings. Klaus, earlier tonight we heard a challenge from Santa Claus himself — and now, rumors are swirling backstage that you requested additional stipulations for your match at Nightmare at the North Pole. Care to shed some light?”
Klaus lowers his shades just enough to let one cold, gleaming eye show.
Sinister Klaus (slow drawl): “Lemme tell ya somethin’, Samantha… and all you little believers out there, brother…”
He steps closer, filling the camera.
Klaus: “I ain’t been hidin’ from Santa. I haven’t run, I haven’t ducked, I haven’t dodged. OH NO. I’ve been waitin’. Because the Sinister One doesn’t come to the fight… the fight comes to ME.”
Fenwick nods violently, muttering, “Yes, yes, yes, the darkness prevails!”
Klaus (spreading arms wide): “And Santa Claus wants his big comeback? He wants his big FINAL showdown with the man who replaced him at the top of the North Pole? Well JACKPOT, old man! Because I’m gonna make this a night the world never forgets.”
He snaps his fingers.
Hans Trapp and Ruprecht slam their chains together in unison.
Klaus: “Santa… at Nightmare at the North Pole… let’s make it interesting, huh? No simple one-fall match. No fluke victories. No excuses.
I’m challenging YOU… to a Best Two Out of Three Falls match.”
The crowd in the arena can be heard erupting in mixed shock and excitement.
Klaus (leaning close to Samantha, voice dropping to a dark growl): “And the loser… retires.”
Fenwick claps like a delighted goblin. Belsnickel cackles and disappears into the shadows.
Samantha (eyes wide): “Retirement? Klaus—this could end Santa Claus’ career forever.”
Klaus throws his head back and laughs with exaggerated, theatrical menace.
Klaus: “Could? WILL, Samantha. Because Santa Claus is a relic — a myth stuck in the past while the future is standin’ right here.”
He taps his chest.
Klaus: “Sinister Klaus. The one true ruler of the holidays. The bringer of chaos. The man who already broke the spirit of the season once… and will do it AGAIN in two falls or less.”
Fenwick leans into the mic.
Fenwick Grimbough: “Santa’s list is EMPTY! Ours is FULL! HE CAN’T SURVIVE THE TIDINGS!”
Klaus places a hand on Fenwick’s shoulder, guiding him back.
Then his smile fades — replaced by cold malice.
Klaus: “And while we’re talking business… I’ve got one more thing to say.”
He points directly at the camera.
Klaus: “Mean. Jack. Mason.”
The crowd noise spikes outside.
Klaus: “Don’t think I forgot what you did, brother. Don’t think for ONE SECOND that I’ve forgiven you for taking what was mine — the Universal Championship.”
He taps the air as if checking boxes on an invisible list.
Klaus: “First… I end Santa. Then… I end you.”
He slowly drags his thumb across his throat.
Klaus: “After Nightmare at the North Pole… after I retire the old man… I’m comin’ to take back MY belt. I’m comin’ for the Horde. I’m comin’ for YOUR blood, Jack.”
Fenwick slams the rulebook shut.
Hans Trapp growls wordlessly.
Ruprecht cracks his knuckles.
Belsnickel whispers, “Tick-tock… tick-tock…”
Klaus steps back, raises one hand in the Hollywood Hogan finger-wag.
Klaus: “And Jack Mason… whatcha gonna do… when Sinister Klaus… and all of Grim Tidings… DESTROY YOU?”
He throws his head back with a roar of dark laughter as the camera fades out.
Johnny: “Fans, this is our MAIN EVENT! Van Helsing versus Sandman — the winner earns the Northern Lights Title shot at Nightmare at the North Pole!”
Eddie: “And we all know who that’s gonna be, Johnny! SANDMAN! The most dangerous sleep technician in wrestling history!”
1st Minute
Johnny: “Van Helsing starts HOT! Stake to the Heart — heart punch right to Sandman’s chest!”
Eddie: “He cheap-shotted him! Opening bell ain’t even warm yet!”
2nd Minute
Johnny: “Powerslam by Helsing—Sandman right back with a standing clothesline! These two aren’t pacing themselves at ALL!”
Eddie: “Sandman hits harder! Helsing hits like a guy who skipped arm day!”
3rd Minute
Johnny: “Another heart punch! But Sandman answers AGAIN with that vicious clothesline!”
Eddie: “Sandman’s clotheslines hit like rent increases — sudden, brutal, and you can’t escape ‘em!”
4th Minute
Johnny: “Knee lift from Van Helsing! Sandman staggered!”
Eddie: “No he’s not! He’s just checking the air quality! Stop exaggerating!”
5th Minute
Johnny: “Another powerslam — Helsing with a COVER! ONE… TWO—NO! Sandman powers out!”
Eddie: “He didn’t power out — he just refused to stay down for that nonsense!”
6th Minute
Johnny: “Back to the Grave! Tombstone Piledriver! Sandman looks OUT!”
Eddie: “SLEEPER! SLEEPER! See? Sandman is still strategizin’!”
7th Minute
Johnny: “Sandman with a clothesline—NO! Van Helsing neutralizes it!”
Eddie: “That’s ILLEGAL! You can’t neutralize Sandman’s signature attack!”
8th Minute
Johnny: “CHOKESLAM by Van Helsing! Sandman with a front kick in return!”
Eddie: “That’s right! Kick him back to whatever vampire convention he came from!”
9th Minute
Johnny: “Another powerslam! Helsing is relentless!”
Eddie: “Someone get Sandman a nap! He does his best work rested!”
10th Minute
Johnny: “Roundhouse right! Sandman couldn’t defend against it!”
Eddie: “Who can defend against Helsing punching like he’s trying to get into a locked car?!”
11th Minute
Johnny: “Running DDT! Sandman answers with a spinning fist strike!”
Eddie: “Spinning fists cure everything, Johnny!”
12th Minute
Johnny: “Another chokeslam — THE COVER! One! Two! NO! Sandman kicks out!”
Eddie: “Of COURSE he kicks out! Sandman doesn’t sleep — he makes OTHER PEOPLE sleep!”
13th Minute
Johnny: “Holy Crossface! He’s got it locked in — Sandman refusing to submit!”
Eddie: “Sandman doesn’t tap! He just gently lowers himself to the ground!”
14th Minute
Johnny: “Chokeslam again—Sandman counters with a backbreaker!”
Eddie: “That’s what you GET for trying the same move twice!”
15th Minute
Johnny: “Helsing with the roundhouse! Sandman with the spinning fist strike!”
Eddie: “That fist is magical, Johnny! MAGICAL!”
16th Minute
Johnny: “Another roundhouse from Helsing—OH! Sandman hits the GO TO SLEEP!”
Eddie: “That’s IT! NIGHT NIGHT, HUNTER!”
17th Minute
Johnny: “Powerslam! Sandman throws a spinning fist strike right after!”
Eddie: “Both men are running on fumes — but Sandman’s fumes are stronger!”
18th Minute
Johnny: “Powerslam attempt—Sandman REVERSES IT! Front kick catches Van Helsing!”
Eddie: “THAT’S the opening! FINISH HIM!”
19th Minute
Johnny: “Running DDT from Helsing—Sandman with ANOTHER backbreaker!”
Eddie: “YES! Break the spine! End the hunt!”
20th Minute
Johnny: “SILVER BULLET SPEAR! Van Helsing hits it HARD! He hooks the leg—ONE! TWO—NO! Sandman kicks out at the last second!”
Eddie: “Sandman is UNSTOPPABLE! Helsing should’ve brought a stake, a cross, and an ambulance!”
21st Minute – FINISH
Johnny: “Another powerslam attempt—HE HITS IT! HE GOT HIM! VAN HELSING COVERS—ONE! TWO! THREE! He’s done it! VAN HELSING is going to Nightmare at the North Pole!”
Eddie: “No! NO! I demand a recount! I demand VAR! Sandman was ROBBED!”
VAN HELSING DEFEATS SANDMAN VIA PINFALL at the 21 MINUTE MARK
POST-MATCH PROMO
Van Helsing snatches a microphone, breathing heavy, eyes blazing with the fire of the hunt.
Van Helsing: “Rich Athlete… you have now been MARKED by the Enclave.”
The crowd erupts.
Van Helsing: “The hunt begins… and NO amount of wealth can save you!”
He slashes an invisible cross in the air as the crowd roars louder.
CLOSING
The camera fades back to ringside as the crowd continues buzzing from the main event. Van Helsing stands at the top of the ramp raising his fist, the echoes of his threat to Rich Athlete still hanging in the air. The commentary desk is alive with energy as Johnny and Eddie prepare to send the show home.
Johnny: “WHAT. A. NIGHT! Van Helsing defeats Sandman and punches his ticket to Nightmare at the North Pole! And fans, what a journey it’s been tonight on Polar Power — championship implications, new matches announced, and rivalries exploding in ways we never saw coming!”
Eddie: “Oh please, Johnny, don’t pretend this had anything to do with ‘journeys’ or ‘stories.’ Tonight was chaos! Tonight was mayhem! Tonight was a lot of people making REALLY bad decisions! Including Sandman — who I still say was robbed!”
Johnny: “Well regardless of what you think, Eddie, it was an incredible main event. Van Helsing survives a twenty-one minute war and now goes on to face Rich Athlete for the Northern Lights Championship at Nightmare at the North Pole!”
Eddie: “Yeah, yeah, yeah — great. A broke monster hunter versus the richest man in NPCW. Real even matchup, Johnny. I’m sure that’ll go great for Helsing when he realizes you can’t ‘stake’ a bank account.”
Johnny spreads his arms wide as the camera zooms slightly closer.
Johnny: “And that wasn’t all. We heard from Sinister Klaus tonight with a SHOCKING challenge — a Best Two-Out-of-Three Falls Match against Santa Claus, with RETIREMENT on the line! That match is now OFFICIAL for Nightmare at the North Pole, folks — and it could end the career of Santa Claus IN FRONT OF THE WORLD!”
Eddie: “Good! Maybe Santa can FINALLY retire and stop handing out free merch backstage. The economy matters, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Guiding Force picked up momentum heading into their Tag Title defense. The Primal Horde looked like they might be coming apart at the seams. Moonshadow picked up a huge win. And Snow White, Pearl, and Mrs. Claus gave everything they had in that incredible six-woman tag earlier tonight!”
Eddie: “Incredible? They got BOMBSHELLED. Goldie Locks and her girls dominated that match like they were leading their own beauty pageant AND the judges were afraid to say no.”
Johnny places his hand over his earpiece.
Johnny: “And fans — we aren’t done yet. Tomorrow night you do NOT want to miss Northern Belles Episode 014! Because the Queen of the North Championship picture becomes crystal clear!”
He points directly at the camera.
Johnny: “In the main event, Lilith defends the Queen of the North Title against Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack! The winner advances to Nightmare at the North Pole!”
Eddie: “And that winner better be Lilith, Johnny! The Queen must stay QUEEN. Moonshadow? More like Moon-shallow. She’s not ready for royalty.”
Johnny: “And ALSO tomorrow night — a HUGE qualifying match! Snow White vs Goldie Locks to determine who faces the champion at Nightmare at the North Pole! That’s going to be massive!”
Eddie: “Oh it’ll be massive alright. Massive embarrassment for Snow White when Goldie Locks pins her and sends her back to whatever storybook she crawled out of.”
Johnny: “Fans, Nightmare at the North Pole is just over a week away, and the excitement only grows from here! Thank you for joining us tonight — this has been Polar Power Episode 036! For Eddie Ellington, I’m Johnny ‘The Mic’ Michaels saying—”
Eddie: “Goodnight, spend your money wisely, and remember — the Bombshells are the future, Johnny!”
Johnny: “Goodnight everyone—see you tomorrow on Northern Belles!”
Fade out to the Polar Power logo and the roar of the North Pole Arena crowd.
POST CREDITS SCENE
The show fades to black…
But then the screen flickers back on.
We return backstage inside the dim, cavern-like Primal Horde dressing room, lit only by flickering blue fire lanterns and the eerie glow of trophies taken from fallen foes. The Beasts pace like caged animals, snarling. Polly Mason sits on a bench, icing the bruises on her shoulder, her expression tight and worried.
The camera cuts sharply to the center of the room as Mean Jack Mason charges inward, SLAMMING the door behind him.
Marcus the Beastmaster stands waiting — arms crossed, shoulders rolling with tension, eyes like a cornered predator.
Jack gets right into his face, nose to nose, breathing hot fury.
Jack Mason (explosive, furious): “YOU NEVER — NEVER — abandon a team member! And you sure as hell don’t walk out on my SISTER!”
His voice echoes off the stone walls.
Marcus doesn’t flinch.
Marcus the Beastmaster (growling): “I don’t trust you, Mason. I never have. You don’t fool me for a second.”
Jack laughs — but it’s the cold, razor-edged laugh of a man who just crossed the line between annoyed and dangerous.
Jack: “I don’t CARE if you trust me. I don’t CARE what you think I’m doing. I ain’t here to fool you, Marcus. I ain’t here to fool anybody.”
He steps back half a pace only to slam his finger into Marcus’ chest.
Jack (voice rising, commanding): “I’m here because I’m the TOP DOG in NPCW. I run this place. I run the Horde. I run EVERYTHING.”
Marcus’ nostrils flare, his muscles twitch. The Beasts freeze, watching. Even Polly looks up, eyes wide.
Jack leans in closer, voice dropping to a deadly whisper.
Jack: “You’re either part of the team… or just another victim.”
The tension snaps like a whip.
Marcus’ jaw clenches. He stares into Jack’s eyes — unblinking, unyielding — the alpha of beasts refusing to bow.
Seconds feel like minutes.
Then slowly… painfully… Marcus breaks eye contact and looks down.
A guttural sound escapes him — half growl, half surrender.
Marcus (quiet, accepting): “…Fine.”
Jack smirks — the smirk of a man who knows he won a battle in a war that’s far from over.
He pats Marcus’ shoulder with condescending force.
Jack: “Good. Now get your head on straight. Nightmare at the North Pole is coming. And we ain’t losing. Not to wolves… not to Covenant… not to ANYONE.”
Jack walks past Marcus, never turning his back, just circling like a predator keeping another in his sights.
Marcus watches him leave, fists tightening.
The Beasts creep behind him, uncertain.
And Polly… she watches it all, expression hidden, emotions unreadable…
As the camera fades out on the fractured kingdom of the Primal Horde.
Shaping up to be one hell of a slobberknocker.
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