Aired - June 15, 2025
SHOW OPENING MONTAGE
[OPENING MUSIC BEGINS – Ethereal chimes build into a powerful, orchestral rock anthem with pounding drums and soaring vocals]
[SFX: A SERIES OF RESONANT BELLS RING OUT — slow, then rising in speed]
NARRATOR (VERA STEELE) (voice over):
"From the snow-covered battlegrounds of the North Pole Arena... a new legacy takes form."
[Visual: A flurry of snow transitions into a blazing aurora borealis across the sky. The words shimmer onto the screen in bold silver script:]
NORTHERN BELLES
THE NEW ERA BEGINS NOW
[Montage Begins – Guitar kicks in behind orchestral rhythm, each beat timed with dramatic visuals]
Wicked Witch, eyes wild, hurls a blast of green mist directly into Mrs. Claus’s face. The screen flickers green as Mrs. Claus stumbles backward, blinded.
[SFX: Magical whoosh + crowd gasp]Pearl, radiant and fierce, launches off the top rope in a graceful dive, crashing into Sugar Plum Fairy mid-spin.
[SFX: A soaring wind effect + slam]Moonshadow, primal and unrelenting, has Scarlett Howl trapped in a brutal, twisting submission — veins bulging, eyes locked.
[SFX: Cracking joint + Scarlett’s yell]Furiosa Ardilla springs mid-air like a blur of fury, her tail flying behind her, delivering a whiplash kick straight toward Moonshadow’s jaw.
[SFX: Air-cutting swish + impact]Queens of Despair — Regina and Malice — stand atop the ropes like gothic royalty, one draped in thorns, the other in shadows, arms raised in unchallenged triumph.
[SFX: Echoing fan cheers + dramatic sting]The Blonde Bombshells — Dorothy, Alice, and Goldie Locks — prowl the ring with fire in their eyes, kendo sticks in hand, victorious after clearing out their rivals.
[SFX: Wood cracking, stomps, crowd roar]The Witch’s Coven — Wicked Witch, Morrigan, Wicked Willow, and Grizelda — gather in a flickering circle around a glowing cauldron, whispering incantations as smoke twists upward and their sinister plan takes shape.
[SFX: Bubbling brew, whispering voices, ambient hum]Gretel spins her massive chains like a whirlwind, then slams them to the mat, her opponent Wicked Willow recoiling as sparks and echoes explode across the arena.
[SFX: Metal whip crack + thunderous boom]Mina Harker, backlit in crimson mist, steps forward slowly, dragging her hand across her mouth with a wicked smile, eyes locked dead on the lens.
[SFX: Heartbeat thump + deep synth bass]
Sugar Plum Fairy soars through the air in a glittering arc — arms wide, toes pointed — aiming to crash into Mrs. Claus, who braces herself in the center of the ring.
[SFX: A rising twinkle followed by a deep impact sound]
[Each clip ends with a crack of lightning and the sound of a bell. Final shot:]
[ALL the women from the montage stand side-by-side atop a snow-dusted ramp. Behind them, the Northern Belles logo flares up in glowing silver and frost-blue.]
NARRATOR (VERA STEELE) (voice over):
“Tradition melts under the heat of evolution. Welcome to NORTHERN BELLES—where the fiercest ladies in the North prove: might makes right.”
[Text fades in:]
LIVE FROM THE NORTH POLE ARENA
🎵 [Final cymbal crash. Logo fades out.]
THIS WEEK’S RUNDOWN
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[CAMERA: WIDE SHOT – GREENLAND WRESTLING COMPLEX]
The screen fades in from black to a sweeping aerial view of the newly christened Greenland Wrestling Complex, its icy blue facade lit up like the aurora borealis. Inside, the camera zooms through the entrance tunnel and bursts into the packed house where the NPCW faithful are on their feet, cheering loud and proud.
[CAMERA: CROWD PAN]
The camera glides across a sea of bundled-up but rowdy fans—many in parkas, thermal tights, and festive wrestling gear merch.
Some signs and shirts stand out in the flurry of movement:
“GOLDIE’S GOT GUTS” – complete with glitter and a cracked tiara graphic.
“HOWL AT THE MOON – SCARLETT IS QUEEN”
A fan in a Santa hat holds up a hand-drawn sign that reads: “CLAUS CONTROL!”
“MOONSHADOW 4 CHAMP” – written in shimmering silver ink under a crescent moon.
A cluster of friends chant in unison with matching shirts that read: “BLONDES RULE THE NORTH!”
“LILITH: LOVE HER OR FEAR HER” – black lettering over red lace patterns.
“PEARL’S POLISH POWER!” with a stylized pearl necklace painted across the sign.
The camera lingers briefly on a young girl dressed like Mrs. Claus, face painted and sign in hand: “MY ROLE MODEL = MRS. C!”
The shot cuts to ringside at the frosty-chic NPCW Northern Belles Announce Desk, adorned with snowflake decals and icy blue lighting. Sitting in their signature coordinating coats are the broadcast team—
Hana Nakamura, all energy and bright-eyed charisma, waving to the camera.
Beside her, the ever-poised and composed Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele, offering a subtle but confident nod to the crowd.
Hana Nakamura: KONBANWA NPCW fans around the world! Welcome to NORTHERN BELLES, coming to you from the brand-new Greenland Wrestling Complex, where NPCW is continuing its remote location visit this week and let me tell you—it's snowing hype inside the arena tonight!!
Vera Steele: That’s right, Hana. This may be our coldest venue, but the action tonight is white-hot. We’ve got hard-hitting battles, fierce rivalries, and some serious fallout from Polar Power last night.
Hana Nakamura: Hai! We've got Mrs. Claus looking for redemption against Wicked Willow after that loss to Crimson Viper... PLUS… we’ll see Goldie Locks step into the biggest spotlight of her career as she challenges Wicked Witch for the Queen of the North Championship! Sugoi!!
Vera Steele: It’s a major test for Goldie. She’s talented—but banged up. And the Coven? They never play fair.
Hana Nakamura: Also on deck—tag team chaos, solo stardom on the rise, and a few surprises that even I don’t know about. NPCW is all about magic meets mayhem, and tonight? It’s no different!
Vera Steele: You can feel it in the air—something's stirring beneath the surface of the Northern Belles division... rivalries are deepening, alliances are shifting, and gold is on the line.
Hana Nakamura: So buckle up, minna-san! Because we’re about to dive into a segment that’s equal parts sugar and shade. Coming up next… it’s time for a little drink, a little trouble… and a whole lot of attitude...
BOTH (in sync): It’s Sweet Nothings with Ms. Sweetins...
Camera zooms in for dramatic pause... before fading out on the snowy sparkle of the logo transition.
SWEET SOMETHINGS
(A Message From Executive General Manager Ms. Sweetins)
🎵 Soft harp glissando mixed with jazzy lounge music plays under the transition as the screen fades from the arena to a lush, opulent lounge bathed in soft rose-gold lighting. A crackling fireplace flickers gently in the background. 🎵
In the middle of this plush setting, seated like nobility in her velvet armchair, is none other than the glamorous, always composed—well, usually composed—Ms. Sweetins. Dressed tonight in a glittering crimson evening gown with pearl accents, her long dark hair falls over her shoulders perfectly coiffed, she lifts a delicate porcelain teacup with a sly smile and a knowing wink.
Ms. Sweetins: “Oh my darlings… welcome once again to Sweet Somethings—your weekly indulgence in all things whispered, wicked, and wonderfully true. I’m your hostess with the most-est… secrets, that is.”
(She takes a small sip of tea, then gently sets the cup down.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Now let’s not waste time, shall we? The teapot is whistling, and oh, is there much to pour tonight…”
“First cup…”
(She leans forward just slightly, lowering her voice to a playful murmur.)
Ms. Sweetins: “What’s going on with Mina Harker, hm? I’ve heard the whispers, seen the sidelong glances backstage. There’s a storm brewing behind those eyes—fury, frustration, ferocity. Could it be the weight of her recent losses? Or perhaps something darker… something… personal? Whatever it is, I’d think twice before crossing her. Angry Mina isn’t someone you want lurking in the shadows.”
“Second steep…”
(She clutches her pearls dramatically.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Goldie Locks. Oh dear, sweet Goldie. She’s the picture of courage wrapped in blonde ambition… but the word swirling around the Northern Belles locker room? She’s not fully healed. Those nagging injuries? Still lingering. And tonight, she steps into the ring with The Wicked Witch—the most cunning Queen the North has seen in decades. Will she rise like a phoenix? Or is she walking into the cauldron unprepared? Oh, the tension, my dears!”
“Third blend…”
(She smirks and stirs her tea delicately.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Rumor has it that ever since Maid Marion has been keeping her charming rogue Robin Hood on a tighter leash, he’s been sharper, stronger… dare I say, focused. Who knew accountability could make a man wrestle better? A lesson for us all, ladies. Perhaps love really is a battlefield.”
“Fourth pour…”
(She sets her spoon down with a gentle clink, her tone dropping to something more conspiratorial.)
Ms. Sweetins: “There are whispers in the wind, darlings. Whispers of secret meetings between Lilith, the Wicked Witch, and her Coven. I’ve seen the candles. I’ve seen the runes. Something is coming. Something… wicked. And from what I hear? It’s not just hocus pocus. It’s strategy. Expect fireworks, my sweets—and not the celebratory kind.”
“And finally, a fifth little sweet nothing for your evening…”
(She raises her brow and grins like a cat who’s cornered a canary.)
Ms. Sweetins: “The Blonde Bombshells—our bubbly, beautiful, and brilliantly blonde dynamos—may not be operating on just charm and locks anymore. Oh no… There’s talk of a strategic advisor guiding them from the shadows. But who could it be? A legend of the ring? A former rival? Or perhaps… someone with unfinished business of their own?”
(She leans back, content, her eyes sparkling with mischief.)
Ms. Sweetins: “So many questions, and so little time. But that, my loves, is what makes Northern Belles so deliciously irresistible. And I promise you—by the time these mysteries unravel, the snow won’t be the only thing falling!”
(She raises her teacup for one final toast.)
Ms. Sweetins: “To secrets, scandals, and the sweet sting of competition.”
(She winks directly at the camera.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Now, pour yourself something warm, tuck in tight, and get ready—because the action is just beginning. This has been Sweet Somethings, and as always, darlings… I know more than I’m telling.”
🎵 Cue gentle fade-out as the music swells and the segment transitions to the first match of the night… 🎵
[Camera cuts to the NPCW Northern Belles commentary desk. Hana Nakamura and Vera "The Iron Maiden" Steele are seated at ringside, the energy electric as the crowd roars in anticipation.]
Hana Nakamura (beaming with excitement): “Minasan! Konnichiwa and welcome to Northern Belles! We are live from GREENLAND and tonight starts with a BIG one—semi-final action in the North Star Tag Team Tournament!! EEEEEEEE!! I’m Hana Nakamura—your ringside rocket of energy!”
Vera Steele (cool and composed): “And I’m Vera Steele, ‘The Iron Maiden’—here to keep things balanced and break down the brilliance between the ropes. And Hana, you’re right. This opening contest is going to set the tone for the night.”
Hana (nodding rapidly): “Hai, hai, HAI! Two teams that the fans absolutely adore! The fearless fashionistas from the fantastical—The Blonde Bombshells, Alice and Dorothy! So shiny, so sparkly, so DANGEROUS when they get rolling!”
Vera (with a slight smirk): “Don’t let the glitz fool you. The Bombshells are specialists. They tag in and out with surgical precision, and they’ve been steamrolling through this bracket. But they’ve never faced a team like this…”
Hana (grinning): “OHHH YES—Their opponents, the fearless huntresses of the wild frontier! Scarlett Howl and Gretel of the Hunters Enclave! They’ve got heart, strength, and that big match aura! Yabai desu!!”
Vera: “Scarlett brings the veteran instincts, Gretel brings the fire, and together they’ve been mauling the competition like wolves in the dark. They may not be as flashy, but they’re just as fierce.”
Hana (leaning forward excitedly): “And this is it! One of these teams punches their ticket to the FINALS of the North Star Tag Tournament at POLAR MELTDOWN! Who will survive? Who will shine? Who will FALL?!”
Vera (calm, confident): “It’s going to come down to teamwork and timing. Whoever controls the pace—controls the match.”
Hana (pointing dramatically): “The ring is ready. ‘Honest’ Abbie is ready. AND WE ARE READY!! So buckle in, minna-san—LET’S. START. THE MATCHHHHHHHHHH
Hana: “Starting things off is Alice locking horns with Gretel. Both feeling each other out here—some grappling, collar-and-elbow action. OH! They’re mirroring each other—技術的な! (waza-teki na!) Very technical start!”
Vera: “Neither giving an inch. You can tell these two respect each other. But that respect only lasts so long...”
Hana: “OH?! Alice tags Dorothy—DOUBLE TEAM TIME! The Bombshells turning up the heat!”
Vera: “That’s smart. If you’re a tag specialist, you use that advantage. This is what the Bombshells do best.”
Hana: “ALICE with a sharp KEYLOCK! She’s twisting that arm like a pretzel! And DOROTHY—BAM! ONE-ARMED NECKBREAKER SLAM! Straight down!”
Vera: “Beautiful execution. That’s an underrated move—puts pressure on the spine and whiplash on the neck. Textbook timing.”
Hana: “But GRETEL fires back—SUPERKICK!! Right under Dorothy’s chin! WOOOH! This match is heating up like summer in Sapporo!”
Hana: “Still double teaming! Alice goes airborne—WONDERLAND WHIRL HURRICANRANA!! KAWAII KAKKOIIIII!!!”
Vera: “That was fast. A smooth transition into a high-risk maneuver, and she stuck the landing.”
Hana: “Dorothy keeps it grounded—BULLDOG! Face-first into the canvas!”
Vera: “Dorothy’s compact, but that impact has weight. And it creates space for Alice to reposition.”
Hana: “Gretel’s not done yet! She powers through with a ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY—OOOHH! That’s raw Hunters Enclave grit!”
Vera: “She needed that. Even though she’s on the defensive, Gretel’s ring awareness is sharp.”
Hana: “Third round of double teaming coming up! The Bombshells have just been relentless!”
Vera: “They’re timing their tandem offense perfectly—notice how they alternate aerial and grounded moves. Keeps the opponent guessing.”
Hana: “ALICE scaling the ropes—WONDERLAND’S END MOONSAULT!! She flies like a falcon!”
Vera: “That’s a high-angle moonsault—tough to land safely, but she’s nailed it.”
Hana: “Dorothy AGAIN with the NECKBREAKER SLAM! Gretel’s trying to fight them off but—not happening! She’s overwhelmed!”
Vera: “Triple sequences like that take coordination and conditioning. The Bombshells are putting on a clinic right now.”
Hana: “Now Gretel’s alone! Can she recover?! OH—ENZUIGIRI!! A sharp kick to the side of Alice’s head!”
Vera: “Great desperation move—”
Hana (gasps): “NOOOO! ALICE CAUGHT IT! SHE REVERSED IT!”
Vera: “That was incredible timing. Watch this—”
Hana (shouting): “CODE RED!!! SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!!! ICHIBANNNNNNNN!!!”
Vera: “She’s bridging—she’s going for the pin!”
Referee Abbie: 1… 2… 3!! Alice pins Gretel with the Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb!
Hana (shouting with joy): “ALICE DID IT!!! The Bombshells advance to the finals! KAKKOIIIII~!!! What a victory!!”
Vera (nodding): “Controlled aggression. Fluid teamwork. That final reversal from Alice was championship-level work. The Hunters Enclave put up a real fight, but the Bombshells were the better team tonight.”
Hana: “Omedetou, Alice-chan! Dorothy-chan! One more win, and they’re champions!!”
PROMO 1
(The camera cuts from the ring to the backstage interview set—NPCW’s signature crimson and silver backdrop with sparkling lights framing the scene. Standing in the center is Alexandra Jones, Northern Belle’s lead backstage correspondent. With her radiant smile, elegant deep-blue evening dress, and natural charisma, she radiates class and poise. A sleek NPCW mic in hand, she turns toward the approaching victors—Alice, Dorothy, and Goldie Locks of The Blonde Bombshells, fresh off their hard-fought tag team victory.)
Alexandra Jones: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined now by the ever-dazzling, ever-dangerous Blonde Bombshells! Moments ago, Alice and Dorothy secured their spot in the finals of the North Star Tag Team Title Tournament with a win over Scarlett Howl and Gretel—and now they’re heading to Polar Meltdown to face off against the Queens of Punishment!"
(The camera pulls back slightly to frame the trio. Alice and Dorothy are glowing with adrenaline, blonde hair tousled from battle but makeup still flawless. Goldie Locks stands tall between them, her icy confidence returning despite the tension of her upcoming title bout.)
Alexandra Jones (grinning): “Dorothy, Alice—congrats on the win! You’ve punched your ticket to Polar Meltdown. What’s the game plan heading into the finals?”
Dorothy (smirking, adjusting her ring gear jacket): “Oh, Alexandra, we didn’t just come here to compete. We came here to shake the foundations. The Queens of Punishment like to rule by fear—but on June 29th, we're not bowing, we're not curtsying—we’re rebelling.”
Alice (stepping up, fierce and playful): “And Crimson Viper? Duchess of Darkness? They think they can steamroll over us again? This time, it’s gonna be off with Viper’s head, darling!”
(Alexandra laughs and nods before smoothly shifting her stance toward Goldie Locks, whose expression turns serious yet composed.)
Alexandra Jones: “And Goldie, all eyes are on you tonight. You’ve got the Queen of the North Title match against the Wicked Witch—no small feat. Are you ready?”
Goldie Locks (steady, direct): “Oh, I was born ready, Alexandra. Wicked Witch and her little Coven have been dancing around, playing games, casting their shadows. But tonight? They’re gonna pay the price. I’m walking into that ring as the underdog—but I’m walking out with the crown.”
(The crowd audibly pops from the arena feed as Goldie delivers the line. Alexandra raises a brow slightly, intrigued, before moving in for one last question.)
Alexandra Jones (playfully probing): “Now, before I let you go, there’s been a lot of buzz backstage... Rumors swirling. People are saying the Bombshells may have brought in a secret strategic advisor. Any truth to that?”
(A perfectly timed pause. The Bombshells look at each other—then all three give that signature coy, mischievous Bombshell smile.)
Goldie Locks (slyly): “All you need to know is that...”
Alice (grinning, finishing the sentence): “We’re here to...”
Dorothy (exploding with energy): “BLOW. THE. PLACE. UP!”
All Three (in unison, with finger-pointing flourish): “KABOOOOM!”
(The crowd erupts as their cry echoes through the arena feed. Alexandra laughs with delight as the trio struts off-camera in perfect sync, hair bouncing, confidence radiating.)
Alexandra Jones (to camera, chuckling): “Well, there you have it. Fire, flair, and maybe a few secrets tucked up those golden sleeves. Back to you at ringside, Hana and Vera!”
(The camera fades back to the announce desk, crowd still buzzing.)
Hana Nakamura (leaning toward the camera, bubbly): “Yokoso again, minna-san! Coming up next, we have a single’s showdown between royal rage and tinsel triumph! It’s Regina, the Evil Queen, from the Queens of Punishment, taking on one half of the shimmering Tinsel Twins—Twinkle!”
Vera Steele (arms crossed, focused): “This is a clash of styles. Regina’s all about brutality and dominance, while Twinkle brings the speed, resilience, and that signature holiday heart NPCW fans love.”
Hana (excited): “But don’t forget—Regina’s not alone. She’s got the chaotic connoisseur, the Mad Hatter, in her corner! That could spell trouble.”
Vera: “Or distraction. If there’s one thing we’ve learned about the Queens of Punishment—it’s that ego and pride can get in their own way.”
Hana (grinning): “Oooooh! Let’s head to the ring and see if Twinkle can shine—or if the Queen declares checkmate!”
Hana: “And here we go! Regina not wasting any time—OH! She charges Twinkle down and—STOMP ON THE HEAD! Iieeee! Brutal!”
Vera: “That was fast and vicious. Regina’s strategy is clear—smother Twinkle early and don’t let her get her footing.”
Hana: “Twinkle tried to cover up, but Regina just crushed her down. That’s that royal ruthlessness!”
Hana: “Regina scaling the ropes—what is this?! A DIVING ELBOW DROP! Ughhhh! That’s all her weight behind that shot!”
Vera: “She hit it clean, but here’s the problem—look at the corner. She’s arguing with the Mad Hatter now…”
Hana: “Unbelievable! She’s yelling about strategy—something’s not clicking between them! Mad Hatter’s flailing like he’s calling for tea time in a tornado!”
Vera: “And that gave Twinkle just enough of an opening—SHE’S GOT HER! SURFBOARD! SURFBOARD IS LOCKED IN!”
Hana (screaming): “Twinkle straps in the submission! She’s bending the Evil Queen like a candy cane! Regina’s trying to crawl—NOPE!”
Vera: “She tapped! Regina tapped out! Honest Abe is calling for the bell!”
Hana (leaping from her seat): “She did it! Twinkle with the SURFBOARD submission—kawaii but deadly! Twinkle takes down the Queen!! Sugoiiiii!!”
Vera: “She showed poise and timing. That wasn’t just survival—that was capitalizing on her opponent’s breakdown in communication. Excellent ring awareness.”
Hana (gasps): “Uh oh... look! Regina’s glaring daggers at the Mad Hatter!”
Vera: “She’s not happy. That loss is going on his tab. And there she goes—storming out, not even looking back.”
Hana: “Yabai... the Queens of Punishment are cracking. And Twinkle just twinkled her way to a big solo win!”
Vera: “Textbook case of control slipping through a powerful wrestler’s fingers. Regina let chaos dictate the match—and Twinkle stayed focused.”
Hana: “Stay tuned, minna-san—we still have more Northern Belles to come!”
Hana Nakamura (buzzing with energy): “Up next, minna-san, is a battle between brutality and brilliance! It’s Malice, the powerhouse of the Queens of Punishment, going one-on-one with the sparkling high flying — Pearl, the Tooth Fairy!”
Vera “Iron Maiden” Steele (with a raised eyebrow):
“And already the story's begun before the bell—Malice has just sent Mad Hatter to the back! That’s a big shift after Regina’s collapse earlier tonight.”
Hana (gasping): “Honto ni?! She just banished him like a spell! ‘No more distractions!’ That’s what she shouted—Malice is taking this seriously!”
Vera: “Smart move. Regina's loss could be pinned on poor coordination with their ringside ‘advisor.’ Malice is choosing focus over chaos.”
Hana (grinning): “Let’s see if a Queen can win without her Court!”
Hana: “Pearl charges in right away—TOOTH BUSTER!! A big Bulldog out of nowhere! Malice eats the canvas!”
Vera: “Pearl’s looking to chip away early—smart. She knows she can’t outmuscle Malice, so she’s aiming to outpace and outmaneuver her.”
Hana: “Pearl with a belly-to-back suplex attempt—but NOPE! Malice reverses it into a big Fallaway Slam!”
Vera: “That’s the danger. Pearl needs to pick her moments carefully. Malice is a walking wrecking ball.”
Hana: “Now Malice lifts her—SPINNING LEGHOOOK FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM! Oof! That could knock the sugar plum out of anyone!”
Hana: “Back and forth now—Modified Scorpion Crosslock from Malice! But Pearl fights through it with RUNNING DOUBLE AXE HANDLES!”
Vera: “I like the grit from Pearl. Even when Malice powers through, she’s not backing off.”
Hana: “Pearl goes for a scissored armb—NO! Malice counters! And WHAT?! She just hits a SOMERSAULT PLANCHA OFF THE APRON!! Yabaiiiiiii!!”
Vera: “That’s rare from Malice. But it tells me she’s pulling out all the stops tonight. No distractions. Just domination.”
Hana: “Pearl straps in the SCISSORED ARMBAR—but Malice isn’t tapping! Not yet!”
Vera: “She’s using that lower body strength to stay upright. That’s where Malice excels—brute core power.”
Hana:“They trade again! Pearl with a JAPANESE ARM DRAG—yes, I love that! But Malice just keeps coming back with that cloverleaf! Yabai, yabai! What a pace!”
Hana: “Tooth Buster again from Pearl! But wait—someone just ran back out—IT’S THE MAD HATTER?!”
Vera: “He’s back—and Pearl DECKS him with a sliding seated clothesline! That might’ve been more satisfying than a win!”
Hana: “Hatter’s out cold! Good riddance! Honest Abbie isn’t even bothering with him!”
Hana: “Pearl hits THE TOOTH EXTRACTOR! So close!! But Malice with that deadly slam again!”
Vera: “Pearl is still trying to wear her down—but Malice won’t break. Look at this—Modified Scorpion Crosslock again! And this time…”
Hana (wide-eyed): “PEARL TAPS!! Pearl taps out!! Malice wins!! With no Mad Hatter at ringside—she’s done it! Sugoiiii!!”
Vera: “That’s the difference, Hana. Malice removed the variable—and found control. No antics. No distractions. Just punishment.”
Hana: “And no Hatter! Malice looked like a Queen of Focus out there tonight. Maybe this was a wake-up call for the whole faction?”
Vera: “Or the beginning of a civil war.”
Hana (chuckling nervously): “Oh nooo… Mad Hatter may be losing his tea party real soon!”
PROMO 2
(The show comes back from commercial to a dimly lit corridor in the Greenland Wrestling Complex. The atmosphere is noticeably eerie — a flickering light buzzes in the background as the camera follows Alexandra Jones, poised as always in a sharp plum-colored blazer dress and heels, microphone in hand. She walks briskly down the hall, looking for her next interview target.)
Alexandra Jones (to camera, upbeat but professional): "Hello again, NPCW Universe. I’m here backstage just moments before the next match, and I’ve been told Mina Harker should be around here preparing for her tag team bout with Maid Marion against the ever-dangerous Queens of Punishment."
(She rounds a corner — and stops.)
Alexandra Jones: “Oh…”
(The camera pans to reveal Mina Harker, standing against the wall. Her long, raven-black hair is partially obscuring her face, her cloak draped loosely around her shoulders. She’s muttering softly to herself — low, indecipherable whispers laced with menace. Her eyes twitch slightly, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.)
Mina Harker (to herself): “...they mock the blood... they laugh behind veils... mustn’t let them forget... mustn’t let them forget…”
Alexandra (tentatively): “Mina? Hey—uh, are you okay?”
(Mina’s head snaps up sharply. Her red-ringed eyes lock onto Alexandra’s with a vacant intensity. For a heartbeat, she doesn’t respond. Then, almost mechanically, she straightens her posture, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Her voice is calm… almost too calm.)
Mina Harker (blinking slowly): “I’m fine.”
Alexandra Jones (trying to keep it together, nods with a smile): “Okay! Well, um... you and Maid Marion are about to face the Queens of Punishment—a team that's proven to be ruthless in that ring. How are you feeling heading into this matchup?”
Mina (flatly): “We fight. We survive. We make them bleed.”
(Alexandra’s smile falters for just a moment at the iciness of the answer. She forges ahead.)
Alexandra Jones (gently): “There’s been a lot of talk, Mina. Some say you haven’t been quite yourself lately. A few close losses. Some… uncharacteristic behavior. Is everything alright? Are we seeing a different Mina Harker?”
(A chilling silence. Mina’s face tightens—jaw clenching. Her hands begin to tremble. The lights overhead dim perceptibly. Her eyes suddenly glow bright crimson, like blood-lit fire.)
Mina Harker (in a low, dangerous growl): “Do not speak to me of losses, mortal.”
(Alexandra instinctively takes a step back. The camera wobbles slightly as the cameraman reacts. For a tense moment, Mina looms in place, her breath audible—raspy and primal. Then, almost as if yanked back by invisible strings, Mina catches herself. She exhales slowly… the glow fades from her eyes. Without another word, she spins on her heel and stalks off down the corridor, her cloak billowing like smoke behind her.)
(Alexandra blinks, still visibly shaken. She smooths her hair and forces a quick recovery.)
Alexandra Jones (back to camera, composed but rattled): “Well… that was Mina Harker. She and Maid Marion are up next against the Queens of Punishment. Back to you, Hana and Vera.”
(The camera lingers just a second longer on the dark hallway, then cuts to the announcer’s desk.
Hana Nakamura: YOSSHAAA~! We are ready for Match Number Four, and it’s going to be majime serious! On one side, the fan-favorite combo of Mina Harker of the Hunter’s Enclave and Maid Marion of the Merry Band… and on the other, the dangerous and dark finalists of the North Star Tag Team Tournament—the Queens of Punishment!
Vera Steele: That's right, Hana. Crimson Viper and the Dark Duchess, with Mad Hatter in their corner, have been a little more... let’s say, accepting of his eccentricities than their Queenly peers Regina and Malice. This is a huge match as they prepare to face the Blonde Bombshells at Polar Meltdown, but tonight, they have a serious test.
Hana: And maybe a distracted Mina Harker. We’ve seen it in her eyes lately. Something’s… off. Omoshiroi.
Hana: The match begins fast—Marion’s low-angle dropkick is neutralized by Crimson Viper, who immediately puts her on the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! And—uh-oh—Mad Hatter is already causing chaos! HONTOU NI?! He gets in Abbie’s face and creates an opening! This allows Crimson to stay in control… but Marion gets out and tags in Harker!
Vera: Early dominance by Crimson, but you could see Marion’s frustration. Mina tagging in might change the tempo.
Hana: Tag team synergy from the Hunters and the Merry Band! Mina with a beautiful hurricanrana, and Marion follows with a Lou Thesz Press—ohh, crisp and impactful! Crimson tries to counter but eats the double-team. Mina flows right into a swinging neckbreaker and Queen Spades tags in—but is reversed immediately!
Vera: Textbook counter-wrestling from Mina Harker. Great ring awareness.
Hana: So smooth, like flowing water—nagare no you ni!
Hana: Mina cinches in a tight bodyscissors sleeper on Crimson! But the Queens wisely tag out again and keep things rotating. Now the Dark Duchess takes over with a straight jacket choke, dragging Marion into dangerous territory! And now the Queens go double-team with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors and release German—oh my goodness, Marion just popped Crimson with a Robin’s Arrow!
Hana: AAH! That kick echoed through the arena! SUGOI~!!
Hana: This is turning into a showcase of resilience. Duchess with a corner double knees, Marion responds with a diving seated senton. Mina tags back in and unleashes a Tornado DDT even while locked in a Sharpshooter. Incredible fortitude! The teams trade tags and blows—Marion nearly scores a near-fall with a Kiss Goodnight, but Duchess just kicks out!
Vera: That pinfall attempt was executed beautifully. The Queens are lucky Duchess had enough awareness left.
Hana: Mina’s Black Widow Octopus Hold brings the crowd to its feet! Crimson Viper screams—but here comes Duchess with the SAVE! Mina and Marion then go to work on Duchess with arm-trap and swinging neckbreakers. The Queens are reeling!
Hana: The teamwork! The timing! Their kokoro is connected!
Vera: They’re working in perfect sync right now. This is what peak tag wrestling looks like.
Hana: Back-and-forth chaos! Mina and Marion double team repeatedly, pushing the Queens to the brink. A huge Diving Crossbody to the Floor from Mina pops the crowd! But Duchess recovers to hit a Frogsplash, and just barely beats the count! Marion nearly steals it all with a crisp Kiss Goodnight roundhouse and a near pinfall again!
Vera: That kick was right on the jaw. Duchess is lucky to have anything left.
Hana: The Queens rally late with tandem offense—Crimson’s German suplex and Duchess’ diving knee drop come fast and heavy. But Marion keeps answering—arm-trap neckbreaker, flapjack, Lou Thesz Press! And just when it looks like someone’s going to steal a win…
Hana: OH NO! JIKAN! That bell means thirty minutes have passed!
Vera: What a war. These four pushed each other to the edge—and gave us one of the most grueling matches of the night.
Hana: Sugoi, sugoku subarashii! No winner tonight, but what a performance! The Queens of Punishment still have a date with destiny at Polar Meltdown… but you better believe Mina and Marion just sent a message to everyone.
Vera: Including each other. There’s a fire burning in Mina, and I’m not sure even she knows what’s fueling it. That could be dangerous... or transformative.
Hana: NPCW is just heating up, ne?! Stay tuned minna-san! More action on the way!
Hana Nakamura: Hai hai! Welcome back, everyone! Up next is the fifth match of the night, and oooohhhh I cannot wait for this one! It’s Mrs. Claus stepping back into the ring after a tough loss at Polar Power! And she’s not just fighting anyone—tonight she takes on Wicked Willow of the Witch’s Coven! Sugoiiiiiii, Vera-san, this is gonna be spooky and spicy!
Vera Steele: No doubt about it, Hana. Willow isn’t just here for the win—she’s the Coven’s hatchet woman tonight. If she can soften up Mrs. Claus before Polar Meltdown, that’s a huge advantage for the Queen of the North Champion, Wicked Witch. But Mrs. Claus is no pushover. She’s a powerhouse with something to prove—and with Bernard in her corner, she won’t be alone.
Hana Nakamura: Ding ding ding! Here we go! Ohhh, look at Mrs. Claus! Storming in like she’s got presents to deliver and bones to break! Iku zeeeeee!
Vera Steele: Right out of the gate, she blasts Willow with a vicious back hand chop! That landed flush. The echo in the arena—brutal.
Hana Nakamura: YAAHH! Itai! That sounded like a tree split in half! Willow definitely felt that one!
Vera Steele: But give credit to Wicked Willow—she shakes it off and responds quickly. A sudden lift—Black Widow Powerslam! She planted Mrs. Claus with real intent. Great core torque from Willow there.
Hana Nakamura: Ara ara, she’s not wasting time! That slam was scary-good. Mrs. Claus is holding her lower back! And the Coven outside are cackling! Kowai...! (Scary...)
Vera Steele: Mrs. Claus tries to answer back—same back hand chop again—but this time, Willow’s ready. She absorbs it and shrugs it off, even scoring points with the counters.
Hana Nakamura: Willow has adapted—so quick! And now the Coven—look, look! Grizelda’s on the apron! Usoooo!! (No way!!)
Vera Steele: That’s a full-on distraction. The classic Coven tactic—Distract the Ref with a Hex! And Abbie’s caught flat-footed! It’s working—Mrs. Claus is forced to fend them off while Willow takes full advantage!
Hana Nakamura: Zettai dame! (Totally unfair!) Oh, this is turning into a 4-on-2! Mrs. Claus needs a miracle now!
Vera Steele: But look at this—Mrs. Claus fires back with a sharp kick to the midsection!
Hana Nakamura: OOOOOOHHHHHH!! That was right in the cauldron!!! But WAIT—Willow answers immediately with another Black Widow Powerslam! Both women are down!
Vera Steele: This is anyone’s match now. Willow's crawling—she’s going for the cover!
Hana Nakamura: Pinfall attempt! 1... 2—NOOO! Mrs. Claus REVERSES it! SHE’S GOING FOR THE COVER NOW!!!
Vera Steele: Textbook reversal! Legs hooked deep—great positioning—
Hana Nakamura: ICHI... NI... SANNNNNN!!! (One... two... three!!!) IT’S OVER!!! MRS. CLAUS WINS! MRS. CLAUS WINS!!! Unbelievable comeback!
Vera Steele: That’s the veteran instinct. A smart reversal and deep pin—Willow was too confident after that slam. And now, the Queen of the North Champion knows her challenger is far from broken.
Hana Nakamura: She did it! Even against the whole Coven! Banzai, Mrs. Claus! Bernard is jumping up and down—so cute!
Vera Steele: She took serious punishment, but this is exactly the kind of win she needed to restore momentum heading into Polar Meltdown. If Wicked Witch was watching—and I guarantee she was—she’s got to be rethinking her strategy.
Hana Nakamura: Hai hai hai!!! The Queen better watch her icy crown—Mrs. Claus is COMING!!! Yuki no onna no ikari!! (The snow woman’s wrath!!)
Vera Steele: The road to Polar Meltdown just got a lot hotter.
PROMO 3
(The camera fades into the backstage interview area, where the sleek and stylish Alexandra Jones is once again standing tall, microphone in hand. The crowd buzz is faint in the background, but all eyes are now on what promises to be another fiery encounter.)
Alexandra Jones (smiling professionally): “NPCW Universe, Alexandra Jones here once again, and joining me now is a woman who has been making serious waves in the Northern Belles division. She’s fierce, she’s unrelenting, and come Polar Meltdown on June 29th, she has one goal—taking down Maid Marion. Please welcome… Moonshadow.”
(The camera swings wide to reveal Moonshadow, her muscular frame imposing even in a still stance. She’s in her signature leather gear and fingerless gloves wrapped tight over clawed hands. She steps up beside Alexandra and lets out a deep, throaty growl to punctuate her entrance.)
Moonshadow (snarling through a grin): "Awooooooo! The moon is rising… and Marion? You’re in my sights."
Alexandra Jones (with a slightly nervous laugh): “Right out the gate with the howl—I love it! Moonshadow, you’ve been absolutely dominant lately, and you’re heading into one of the biggest one-on-one matches of your career at Polar Meltdown. What’s your mindset as you prepare to face Maid Marion?”
Moonshadow (tilting her head, wild-eyed): “Mindset? My mindset is HUNGER. Marion’s the prey. I’m the huntress. She’s been dancing around with bows and morals and trying to keep that knightly shine on her armor… but in that ring? That armor will CRACK.”
(She bares her teeth and snaps her jaws with a loud clack!)
Moonshadow: “I’ve sniffed out her weaknesses. I’ve watched her cling to honor like it’ll save her. But under the moon? There’s no honor. Just instincts.”
Alexandra Jones (trying to maintain composure): “Maid Marion has been gaining momentum and showing serious heart in recent matches—some even say she’s becoming the soul of the division. Do you think you might be underestimating her?”
Moonshadow (laughs—a deep, feral sound): “Underestimate her?”
(She leans in, her nose practically touching the mic.)
“I don't underestimate anyone. But heart? Soul? Let’s see how much of that she has left when I’m done with her. When I sink my claws into her spine and drive her into the mat like she was meant to be there.”
Alexandra Jones (swallowing nervously, but staying professional): “You’ve also had a bit of a fan movement growing—signs out there like Over the Moon for Moonshadow and Let the Wolf Hunt! How does it feel to be getting that kind of love from the NPCW Universe?”
Moonshadow (smirking, growling softly): “They hear the call. They know what real power sounds like. They cheer, they howl, because they know what I am. I’m not just a fighter—I’m a force of nature. And at Polar Meltdown, Maid Marion’s going to be the first to find out what happens when you try to tame the wild.”
(She suddenly throws back her head and lets out a full, spine-tingling howl that echoes off the steel and concrete.)
Moonshadow: "Awoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
(She glares into the camera, her voice lowering to a dangerous rumble.)
Moonshadow: “Run if you want, Marion. But the hunt ends in the ring.”
Alexandra Jones (clearly rattled but recovering quickly): “...Well! There you have it, folks—Moonshadow is locked in and ready to tear it up at Polar Meltdown on June 29th. Maid Marion? Hope you’re watching.”
(She takes a cautious step to the side as Moonshadow stalks off camera with heavy footsteps, snarling softly to herself. Alexandra turns back to the camera with a wide-eyed smile.)
Alexandra Jones (to camera): “Things are getting intense backstage—and that was just a preview of the chaos to come at Polar Meltdown! Hana, Vera—over to you!”
(Camera fades out as we transition back to the announcer desk.)
Hana Nakamura: Minna-san, yatte kitaaa! (Everyone, it’s here!) It’s time for the MAIN EVENT! The Queen of the North Title is on the line, and the ring is about to get magical... and maybe a little terrifying!
Vera Steele: That’s right, Hana. Wicked Witch has held the crown with an iron wand since winning it in March at the Madness Supercard, and with the Coven behind her, she’s been almost unstoppable. But tonight, she defends against Goldie Locks—a fighter with real heart, though it’s no secret she's been struggling with injuries these past couple months.
Hana Nakamura: Hai... Goldie’s been ganbatteiru (trying her best), but even her biggest fans have to admit she’s coming in as the underdog. Still, this is her chance. One big win and she becomes Queen of the North!
Hana Nakamura: Ding ding ding! And Wicked Witch wastes zero time—Swinging Neckbreaker!! Ohhh, that was vicious!
Vera Steele: Absolutely clinical execution. Wicked Witch knows that targeting Goldie’s neck early could pay off later, especially with that Muta Lock—her Witch’s Wrath submission.
Hana Nakamura: But look—Goldie pops up and flies with a Diving Lariat! That’s that signature Bombshell energy! Oooooooohhh! Sugoi!!!
Vera Steele: She caught the Witch clean with that one. Excellent follow-through—very controlled landing too, considering her recent shoulder issues.
Hana Nakamura: Wicked Witch goes for a DDT—wait, reversal! Yatta! Goldie counters and hits another Diving Lariat! She’s cooking now!
Vera Steele: Back-to-back strikes. That’s not just luck, that’s rhythm and awareness. The champ is on her heels here.
Hana Nakamura: Both women charging—One-Handed Bulldog from Goldie! But the Witch answers with a DDT of her own! What a clash! They’re both hitting hard now!
Vera Steele: I’ll give this to Goldie—despite everything, she’s staying aggressive. That one-handed bulldog had snap.
Hana Nakamura: Witch lifts her for the Emerald Execution! BOOM! Spinebuster with force! But Goldie—Aiyahhhh!—she springs back with a Handspring Back Elbow Smash!!
Vera Steele: These are big exchanges. Neither wrestler is playing it safe. And Goldie’s clearly running on adrenaline at this point.
Hana Nakamura: Now she’s spinning—Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! She caught the champ again!! GO-RU-DIIIII!! (Goldie!!!)
Vera Steele: That caught the Witch off guard. She didn’t plant her feet in time—great use of momentum from Goldie.
Hana Nakamura: But now—DDT! Wicked Witch spikes her again! That’s the third one this match! Itai! That neck’s taking punishment!
Vera Steele: It’s smart, but dangerous. Goldie’s taken so much damage in that area over the last month—this is where the match could turn.
Hana Nakamura: Wait! Wicked Witch hits the Black Magic Backbreaker! That one folded Goldie like a candy cane!
Vera Steele: That could be the breaking point. Goldie took that full force. And look at the Witch—methodical. She’s pacing herself.
Hana Nakamura: Another Swinging Neckbreaker from the Witch! Goldie tries to rise... but—ehhh? She’s distracted!? She looked into the crowd—Nani?! What did she see??
Vera Steele: Something shook her. Her eyes widened—she wasn’t ready for that last move. Could be mental fatigue… or something more.
Hana Nakamura: Final push now! Both women charge—Wicked Witch locks in the WITCH’S WRATH!! MUTAAAAA LOCKKKKKK!!
Vera Steele: That’s it. That’s her finisher. She’s bending Goldie back hard. Full torque, right on that injured neck and spine. There’s no escape from that hold when it’s locked deep.
Hana Nakamura: Goldie’s trying... trying... noooooooo!! SHE TAPS!!! SHE TAPS!!! Wicked Witch retains!! Zannen deshitaaaaaaa... (So unfortunate...)
Vera Steele: Wicked Witch proves once again why she’s at the top of the Coven and the Queen of the North. But let’s not ignore Goldie’s guts. She gave a spirited fight—even had the champ on her heels for stretches. If she can fully recover, she’ll be a contender again.
Hana Nakamura: Unmei wa zankoku... (Fate is cruel...) But Goldie showed so much heart! That mystery distraction... who or what did she see?! Something spooky’s brewing at NPCW...
Vera Steele: If I know the Coven, that wasn’t a coincidence. They play the long game. And with Polar Meltdown on the horizon... things are only going to get darker.
Winner and STILL Queen of the North Champion: WICKED WITCH
(via submission with the Witch’s Wrath - Muta Lock)
CLOSING SEGMENT
(The camera quietly fades into the softly lit Blonde Bombshells’ private dressing room in the aftermath of a brutal night. The room is stylish yet modest—makeup mirrors with glowing bulbs, pastel gear bags tossed about, glitter-trimmed ring robes hanging from hooks. But the energy inside is heavy.)
(Seated on the padded bench, Goldie Locks leans forward slightly, cradling her ribs with an ice pack pressed tightly to her side. Sweat still clings to her brow, and her signature golden curls are slightly frazzled. Dorothy Gale stands beside her with her arms folded in concern, while Alice Liddell is crouched down, eyeing her friend closely.)
Alice (softly): “Goldie… it was a tough loss, no one’s denying that. But like we said before—you have to let your body heal.”
Dorothy (nodding): “Alice is right. We’ve all seen how hard you’ve pushed yourself. But we can’t keep fighting like a trio if one of us is barely holding it together.”
Goldie Locks (voice tight, looking down): “I know, girls. I know. But maybe... maybe it's time I stop fighting. Maybe it’s time I just... hang up my boots for good. Maybe I belong outside the ring... not in it.”
(Dorothy’s arms drop. Alice’s expression shifts to disbelief. The room falls still, heavy.)
Alice (eyes wide): “…You can’t mean that.”
Dorothy (stepping forward): “Goldie, no. Don’t even say that. It’s been rough, yeah, but you’re still standing. You made it to a title match! You fought the Wicked Witch with cracked ribs and bruised pride and still didn’t back down.”
Alice (sincerely): “And don’t forget who you are. You’re a Bombshell. You shine under pressure. You just need time. Time to heal. Time to breathe.”
(Goldie exhales, her expression unreadable. The moment lingers in quiet tension. Then—her phone buzzes on the bench beside her. The three women glance down at it. The name on the caller ID isn't shown, just a flickering nondescript emoji.)
(Goldie answers.)
Goldie Locks (cautiously): “Hello…?”
(Her tone changes as she listens. The other two lean in slightly, curious.)
Goldie Locks: “Yes, I know. I should’ve waited... I just wanted to prove I could handle it before Mrs. Claus got her shot. Yeah… yeah, you’re right.”
(Her brows furrow as her head tilts slightly.)
Goldie Locks (more serious): “What? …That’s… interesting.”
(She goes quiet again, visibly deep in thought, before finally speaking.)
Goldie Locks: “…Yes. Let’s meet. One hour.”
(She hangs up and sits there for a moment. Dorothy and Alice exchange a look—a blend of worry and curiosity.)
Dorothy (softly): “…Was that him?”
(Goldie gives a subtle nod.)
Goldie Locks: “Yeah. And he has… a very interesting idea.”
(A spark of intrigue flickers in her eyes. The pain is still there—but now it’s tempered with something else: purpose.)
Goldie Locks (with a faint smile): “Come on. Let’s get changed. We’re meeting him in an hour.”
(Dorothy and Alice glance at each other again, then back to Goldie. There’s still concern—but relief too. Their girl is still in the game. Whatever’s coming next… they’re facing it together.)
(The camera lingers as the three begin to gather their things, light chatter picking up as a soft fade-out begins…)
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