Aired - July 20, 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]
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]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]
[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
[After the opening montage ends graphics detailing the matches airing tonight begin to display with KC Rogers voicing over the details …]
CROWD AND WELCOMING
CAMERAS CUT TO THE CROWD INSIDE THE NORTH POLE ARENA
The energy in the building is electric, but tinged with unease. Fans of all ages hold up signs, some glitter-covered and homemade, others stark and serious:
"Where’s Flippers?"
"Bring Back Flippers!"
"Save the Penguin!"
"We won’t stop watching until we get answers!"
One young fan holds a plush penguin with duct tape on its beak — a silent protest. Another group of kids in the front row wear "Team Flippers" T-shirts.
The camera weaves through the crowd before landing on the Northern Belles commentary desk where Hana Nakamura and “Iron Maiden” Vera Steele are seated. A large banner in the corner of the screen reads:
🛑 IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION REGARDING THE DISAPPEARANCE OF FLIPPERS, CALL THE NPCW TIP LINE AT 1-800-NPCW-HELP. 🛑
HANA NAKAMURA (somber tone, eyes downcast) “Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to another episode of Northern Belles. Normally I’d say it’s a beautiful night at the North Pole Arena, but tonight... it just doesn’t feel right. Our friend, our mascot, our heart — Flippers the Penguin — is still missing after last week's chilling abduction during Chill Factor. We don't know who took him, or why. But we know this: we're not giving up. If you have any information, please... call the number on your screen.”
Hana’s voice breaks slightly. She looks away from the camera, clearly emotional.
VERA “IRON MAIDEN” STEELE (placing a steady hand on Hana’s arm, voice strong) “We all want Flippers back, Hana. Believe me, no one is happy about what happened. But the best thing we can do right now — for Flippers, for the fans, for everyone watching — is to carry on. This is Northern Belles, and tonight, the show must go on.”
Vera straightens up, slipping seamlessly into her confident broadcaster mode.
VERA STEELE (CONT'D): “Tonight, the North Star burns bright with action:”
“First up, the ever-resilient Maid Marion steps into the ring to face the mysterious and merciless Lilith. There’s bad blood brewing already — and something tells me Marion isn’t backing down from the darkness tonight.”
“Then, a matchup filled with shadow and steel — Malice goes toe-to-toe with the cold and calculating Dark Duchess. This one’s personal, folks.”
“And speaking of dark hearts... we’ll witness the debut of a brand-new Queen of Despair: Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns. I’ve read her dossier. I’ve seen the footage. Trust me — this woman doesn't wrestle... she wounds.”
“And in our main event, the reigning North Star Tag Team Champions, The Blonde Bombshells — Alice and Dorothy — step into non-title action against Crimson Viper and Lady Frost of the Queens of Punishment. With championship momentum and faction pride on the line, this could shift the entire balance of the Northern Belles landscape.”
HANA NAKAMURA (more composed, but still reserved) “We may be hurting tonight... but we’re still here. We’re still fighting. And we know — wherever Flippers is — he’s counting on us to keep the light shining.”
VERA STEELE (nods firmly) “That’s right. And to whoever took him... the whole North Pole is watching. And we will find you.”
Cue crowd chant:
“FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS! FLIP-PERS!”
SWEET SOMETHINGS
“From teacups to tap-outs, Ms. Sweetins sees all.”
(Camera fades in on a velvet-draped parlor set with golden candelabras, floral arrangements, and gentle harp music playing in the background. Sitting regally in a plush high-backed armchair is Ms. Sweetins, the normally iron-willed Executive General Manager of the NPCW Women’s Division—now transformed into the silver-tongued duchess of tea and truth. She’s clad in a glittering midnight blue evening gown, adorned with pearls, sipping delicately from an antique teacup marked “Hot Gossip.”)
Ms. Sweetins (smiling just so): “Well hello again, my darlings. When I’m not ruling the ring with an iron clipboard—or silencing tantrums with a raised eyebrow—I do indulge in a soothing cup of jasmine tea and just a whisper of scandal.”
(She leans forward conspiratorially.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Now let’s get to this week’s… Sweet Somethings. Oh, there’s so much bubbling under the surface.”
(1. The Witch’s Coven Mystery)
“First up, the cauldron stirs in the darkest corners of the locker room. Yes, I’m talking about The Witch’s Coven. Grizelda, the young brash broom-wielding witch, has vanished into the night—off to parts unknown. But fear not, dearies, the Coven is far from broken. In fact, my little blackbird tells me that whispers are swirling of a new, even more sinister sister joining their ranks. Who is she? What are her powers? And what will it mean for the Queen of the North title picture? The answers, like any good potion… will take time to brew.”
(2. Scarlett Howl's Special Mission)
“Speaking of parts unknown… the Huntress herself, Scarlett Howl of the Hunters’ Enclave, has embarked on a rather secretive mission. No fanfare, no farewell, just a curt nod and a trail of wolf prints in the snow. Where she’s gone? No one knows. Why she’s gone? Even I haven’t pieced it together… but something tells me she’s hunting something—or someone—and when she returns, there’ll be blood on the snow.”
(3. The Flippers Fiasco)
“And finally… something that has the entire North Pole Arena clutching their hearts—yes, I’m talking about the heartbreaking disappearance of our beloved Flippers. The emotional support penguin, friend to fans and friendlier to the Misfits of Mayhem, has… vanished. Some say he waddled away, but come now—do we really believe that?”
(She lifts an eyebrow.)
“Suspicious eyes are turning to Ace MacDougal, manager of the Misfits of Mayhem, whose story seems to shift with the wind. Was this a cruel prank? A tactical maneuver?”
(Ms. Sweetins sips her tea with precision.)
“If you know anything about the whereabouts of Flippers, call the NPCW info line immediately. This is no joke, sweethearts. We want our penguin home.”
(She sets down the teacup gently.)
Ms. Sweetins (with a sly smile): “That’s all for this week’s Sweet Somethings… until next time, keep your ears perked, your alliances tight… and your secrets even tighter.”
(Cue soft harp music as the screen gently fades to a rose-pink “Sweet Somethings” logo with Ms. Sweetins’ silhouette behind it.)
Hana Nakamura: "Konnichiwa, NPCW fans! Welcome to our opening contest here on Northern Belles! And ohhh, it’s a big one—Mrs. Claus, the heart and hammer of the North Pole, is set to face the mysterious Moon Silver of the Wolf Pack!"
Vera Steele: "This is a classic clash of power versus precision. Mrs. Claus brings that undeniable toughness, but Moon Silver… she’s got instincts like a wild animal and the athleticism to match. Let’s see who sets the tone tonight."
Hana: "Here we go! Bell rings, and both women circle, testing the waters… OOH! Mrs. Claus throws Moon Silver to the floor early—yabai! That strength!"
Vera: "That’s vintage Mrs. Claus. She doesn’t waste time—asserts control physically right out of the gate."
Hana: "But wait—Moon Silver springs back in with a sitout powerbomb! Whoa!! What a counter! She turned that throw into a turning point!"
Vera: "Great ring awareness. Took the hit, stayed close, and turned the tide. That’s what the Wolf Pack trains for—resilience under fire."
Hana: "Now they’re both back in, trading holds... back and forth, looking for an opening—they’re reading each other like a book!"
Vera: "It’s good chain wrestling here. Both women trying to slow the pace just a touch, find their rhythm."
Hana: "Mrs. Claus hits a CLAUS CRUNCH—oooh, that standing splash has weight!"
Vera: "And Moon Silver tried to take flight with a Lunar Pounce, but didn’t connect clean. Timing just off—that's costly."
Hana: "The crowd is feeling this now—ooohhh! Another CLAUS CRUNCH from Mrs. Claus! That’s two!"
Vera: "But Moon Silver answers instantly—SITOUT POWERBOMB! She stuck the landing this time!"
Hana: "This is sugoi! They are trading signature offense like it’s the holidays!"
Vera: "You love to see this kind of fire. This is a show of will. Two competitors saying ‘I’m not backing down.’”
Hana: "Back into the technical chess match now… wait! Mrs. Claus again—JOLLY HOLLY SUPLEX! Kirei! Beautiful bridge on that one!"
Vera: "Absolutely. Textbook execution. But Moon Silver—she flips it again! Clothesline sends Mrs. Claus out of the ring!"
Hana: "The ref starts the count—1, 2… can she make it? Yes! Back in at six! She’s not done yet!"
Vera: "You can tell neither woman is giving anything away easily. Every move has to be earned."
Hana: "Mrs. Claus starts hot—kick to the midsection! Moon Silver’s reeling—wait—CL— CLOTHESLINE TO THE OUTSIDE AGAIN! Yabai!!"
Vera: "That’s Moon Silver’s second time with that move. She’s baiting her now. Drawing her out of her comfort zone."
Hana: "Wait a second—WHAT’S THAT!? Someone just came out of the crowd and power slammed Mrs. Claus on the floor!! The referee didn’t see it!"
Vera: "This is outrageous—this match was a war and now it’s been tainted by interference! Who was that?!"
Hana: "The ref is counting—8, 9, 10! Nooooo!! Mrs. Claus is counted out!!"
Vera: "And just like that, Moon Silver gets the win by count out—but not without serious controversy. This raises more questions than answers."
Hana: "Moon Silver wins, but at what cost? Who attacked Mrs. Claus? And why? NPCW fans, this isn't over—zettai ni!"
Vera: "If that was someone from the Wolf Pack—or someone else with a grudge—it’s going to change the tone of this division real fast."
(Mrs. Claus lies on the cold arena floor, battered after being counted out. The crowd buzzes in confusion, some booing, others simply stunned into silence. “Honest” Abbie tries to check on her, but is shoved aside by the unknown assailant. This towering figure reaches down with unsettling calm, grabs Mrs. Claus by the hair, and with a powerful grunt, throws her limp body back into the ring like a sack of broken presents.)
Hana Nakamura (shouting): "Nani?! Who is this!? Who did this to Mrs. Claus?!"
Vera Steele (tense): "This isn’t some rogue fan… this woman knew exactly what she was doing."
(The mysterious attacker steps into the ring, towering over the barely-moving Mrs. Claus. Slowly, methodically, she reaches up and unfastens the hood of her long tattered coat—then throws it to the mat. The crowd gasps in a wave of stunned silence.)
She is terrifying. Her skin is a chilling shade of midnight blue, marked with jagged black tribal sigils that pulse under the arena lights. Two massive ram horns curl menacingly from her temples, and her eyes burn with a ghostly yellow glow. Her mane of wild black hair spills over a tattered, tribal wrestling outfit adorned with bone-like decorations, feathers, and dark beads that rattle with each breath. This is not a woman. This is a force of nature.
Hana (in awe): "She looks like she stepped out of a nightmare… this… this is something else! Sugoi... kowai!"
Vera (quietly): "She’s not just a fighter. She’s a message."
(Without a word, the beastly woman grabs Mrs. Claus by the throat, lifts her high above her head like a rag doll—and then with a snarl, slams her to the mat with a devastating chokeslam, the ring reverberating under the impact.)
(Suddenly, the lights dim—and the JumboTron flickers to life. Static. Then green fire. Then… the familiar, haunting cackle of the Wicked Witch.)
Wicked Witch (on screen):
"Eee-hee-hee-hee! Yesssss... well done, my pretty... well done!
Now, let the fools of NPCW tremble in their boots...
For you have all just witnessed the awakening... of my greatest creation yet...
LA BRUJA DE LA MUERTE!
Let her show the world what true darkness looks like!"
(The screen vanishes in a flash of emerald lightning, and just as the crowd tries to process the name—La Bruja de la Muerte—the monstrous woman climbs to the top rope with shocking agility for someone her size. She steadies herself like a predator on a cliff, and then—)
Hana (screaming): "She’s gonna fly—LOOK OUT!"
(—she launches herself through the air, tucking her massive frame before leading with her horned skull, driving it directly into the chest of Mrs. Claus with a horrifying smash!)
Vera (furious): "This is a targeted assault! She’s trying to end her career! Someone—get help!"
(Security finally swarms the ring, rushing past confused officials and a still-recovering ref. A squad of five guards manages to pull La Bruja back before she can land another blow. She doesn’t resist—she simply stands tall, staring down at her victim with a crooked, fanged smile as the crowd rains down boos… and some stunned silence. Wicked Witch’s cackling voice echoes one last time from the PA.)
"HA-HA-HA-HAAA!"
(Fade to black as medics rush to tend to Mrs. Claus, and La Bruja de la Muerte is escorted out with her head held high, her eyes burning like twin lanterns in the dark.)
THE FRACTURE OF MINA HARKER
(The camera cuts jarringly from the chaos in the ring to the backstage area—jostling slightly as if the crew rushed to follow the noise. In a dimly lit corridor lined with crates and steel doors, Mina Harker paces like a caged animal. Her eyes are wild, her hands trembling as they grip her head, muttering to herself in a feverish, manic tone.)
Mina Harker (whispering fast):
“She’s here… she’s here now... I felt her, in my veins! The darkness... it’s growing louder... the rhythm, it’s not mine—it’s not mine anymore—”
(Beside her stands Gretel, visibly concerned, trying to stay calm as she watches her friend spiral.)
Gretel (softly): “Mina… you need to breathe. Whatever this is, we’ve handled worse. You’re stronger than this. Just look at me—Mina, look at me.”
(Mina abruptly stops and stares at Gretel, her eyes twitching. For a moment, it seems like she might calm down—until her face twists, snarling. Her eyes flare blood red, her canines lengthen, and her skin seems to tighten as a feral, vampiric expression breaks through.)
Mina (growling): “You don’t understand!! You think you can contain this—control me?!”
(With a sudden burst of force, Mina shoves Gretel hard into the concrete wall. Gretel slams back with a grunt and crumples for a second—stunned. But just as quickly as the monster surfaced, Mina gasps and stumbles backward, her face snapping back to normal, eyes wide with horror.)
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| Gretel and Mina Confrontation |
Mina (choked): “No… no no no no—what did I—?!”
(She clutches her head again, falling to her knees, then collapsing to the ground in a heap of shaking limbs and guilt.)
Gretel (breathless, rushing over): “Mina! Mina, I’m okay—stay with me, you’re okay—”
(Suddenly, Van Helsing bursts into frame like a thunderbolt, trench coat flaring behind him. His eyes immediately assess the situation. Without a word, he drops beside Mina, carefully but urgently scooping her into his arms.)
Van Helsing (low and commanding): “She’s slipping again. We need to find out why.”
Gretel (worried): “Is she—?”
Van Helsing: “She’s fighting it. But something... or someone... is calling to her other side.”
(Van Helsing stands, cradling the still-unconscious Mina like a fallen soldier. Her hand twitches against his chest, fingers curling in fear or fury—no one can tell. He turns to leave down the hallway, disappearing into the shadows beyond.)
(Gretel watches him go, one hand on her chest, the other pressing the bruised spot where she hit the wall. Her face is a mixture of worry, fear… and resolve.)
Gretel (to herself): “I won’t let her lose this fight. Not to the night. Not to them.”
(Cut to black.)
Hana Nakamura: “Welcome back to Northern Belles, minna-san! Up next, it’s time for the in-ring debut of someone we’ve heard whispers about —Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns! And she’s not coming alone… look who’s with her—The Huntsman!”
Vera “Iron Maiden” Steele: “A deadly combination, Hana. Rosalyn’s got the pedigree, the poise, and a reputation for submission mastery—and the Huntsman? He’s not just muscle. He’s a predator in human skin. This could get messy fast.”
Hana: “And across the ring—standing for balance, nature, and the fierce heart of the wild—Mother Earth! She's faced frost and flame in that ring, and tonight she's out to prove the ground still holds firm!”
Hana: “And here we go! The bell rings and—OHHHH! Mother Earth hoists Rosalyn high into a delayed vertical suplex! Look at the hangtime! Sugoi!!”
Vera: “Rosalyn’s absorbing it well, but that’s a statement from Mother Earth. She’s reminding everyone this match won’t be dictated by reputation alone.”
Hana: “Rosalyn counters with a CRIMSON REQUIEM! That’s a nasty Gotch-style piledriver—owww!”
Vera: “Beautifully executed. Clean, safe, but brutal. That’s why they call her the Queen of Thorns—she hurts, but with elegance.”
Hana: “Mother Earth bounces back! Alley Oop facebuster! These two are trading bombs!”
Hana: “Mother Earth heads to the top! She’s looking for Gaia’s Grace! But wait—Rosalyn rolls away!”
Vera: “Not just rolls—she reverses it! That’s brilliant ring IQ.”
Hana: “She spikes her with DAGGER BLOOM! Hammerlock DDT! That’s how you punish a misstep!”
Hana: “Things are heating up! Forearm smash from Mother Earth, but—WAIT! Huntsman just clubbed her behind the ref’s back!”
Vera: “That’s our first infraction tonight. Huntsman’s hand is in the game now. The Queen of Thorns is never alone.”
Hana: “Mother Earth is furious! She’s trying to retaliate—but no dice! The ref didn’t see a thing!”
Hana: “Another DAGGER BLOOM from Rosalyn! But Mother Earth fights through it! She plants Rosalyn with another facebuster!”
Vera: “That’s grit. Plain and simple. Earth doesn’t yield without a fight.”
Hana: “She spears Rosalyn to the canvas! That shook the ring!”
Hana: “Top rope again—Gaia’s Grace! But Huntsman blindsides her! Did he just—blow mist?!”
Vera: “That’s his False Fog! Forest mist right to the eyes! He’s interfering again, and Rosalyn isn’t disqualified—yet!”
Hana: “Mother Earth is swinging blind but still lands a surfboard submission! Unbelievable!”
Hana: “Mother Earth AGAIN with Gaia’s Grace! She’s relentless!”
Vera: “And Rosalyn? Somehow still standing. Hits another Dagger Bloom—this is a war of attrition now.”
Hana: “Both women are digging deep—but Mother Earth has been more consistent!”
Hana: “Wait—Rosalyn locks in the ROYAL CONSTRICTION! That’s her double armbar—venus de milo style!”
Vera: “She’s wrenching down like she’s plucking petals from a rose. But—Mother Earth escapes and hits ANOTHER Gaia’s Grace!”
Hana: “How many can she hit!? She’s blooming with fury! Kowai!!”
Hana: “Huntsman again! Another clubbing blow! Rosalyn seizes the moment—but it’s not enough!”
Vera: “She needed more. More damage, more time. Because here comes—Surfboard! Center of the ring!”
Hana: “She’s wrenching back! Rosalyn’s trapped—she has no answer—Honest Abbie’s down for the count!”
Crowd: “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Hana: “IT’S OVER! Mother Earth pins Rosalyn Queen of Thorns despite relentless interference from The Huntsman!”
Vera: “That’s what toughness looks like. Rosalyn gave a violent debut—but Mother Earth stood tall through it all. A grounded performance, in every sense.”
Hana: “Rosalyn was dangerous, no doubt. She’s a threat to this entire division. But tonight—Mother Earth showed that nature endures... even when thorns strike.”
Vera: “If I’m the rest of the women’s roster, I’m watching Rosalyn closely. And watching my back even closer.”
Hana Nakamura: "Okaerinasai, everyone! We are rolling into our third match of the night and it is going to be fierce! Two dark hearts of this division are about to clash—on one side, Malice, the cold fury of the Queens of Despair, accompanied by the ever-watchful Huntsman."
Vera Steele: "And on the other, the calculating, unflinching Dark Duchess, Queen of Spades, representing the Queens of Punishment, and joined, as always, by the most eccentric menace in the North—Mad Hatter. This isn’t just a match, Hana—this is venom versus venom."
Hana: "We’re underway and Malice wastes no time—headbutts straight out the gate! She’s going full-on brawler!"
Vera: "And now a beautiful spinning leghook fireman's carry slam—Malice is controlling the pace early with raw strength."
Hana: "But Duchess answers back with a Straight Jacket Choke! These two are already locking in deep signature offense! Sugoi!"
Hana: "Dark Duchess with a stunning hurricanrana! She’s fighting her way out of the corner, and flying while she’s at it!"
Vera: "But here comes Malice again—modified Scorpion Crosslock, and she nearly got her! Pin attempt—but Duchess kicks out!"
Hana: "Wait—Huntsman with a clubbing blow while Honest Abbie’s back is turned! Zettai dame! That’s not right!"
Hana: "Mad Hatter just THREW HOT TEA in Malice’s face! What is happening?! This match is going off the rails!"
Vera: "These managers are canceling each other out—every advantage is countered with chaos. This is a dirty chess match."
Hana: "Malice with another powerbomb—but Mad Hatter’s bizarre poetry is confusing the ref again! What even was that rhyme?!"
Hana: "Dark Duchess reverses the fallaway slam and locks in the Spade’s Edge Crossface! Malice doesn’t tap—but she’s fading!"
Vera: "And Duchess follows with Queen’s Checkmate! That double knee facebreaker nearly folded Malice in half!"
Hana: "But she still kicks out—yamete kudasai! How is she doing this?!"
Hana: "Corner diving double knees from Duchess! Now Hatter is taunting Malice with more… I think that was a limerick about liverwurst?!"
Vera: "Malice somehow hits a cradle DDT! But wait—Duchess reverses the pin and tries to end it right there! Still only two!"
Hana: "Malice back with a beautiful Cloverleaf—but Duchess won't stay down! These two are wearing each other out!"
Vera: "There’s nothing elegant left in this—it’s turned into a war of attrition. Blood, grit, and resilience."
Hana: "And here we go again—Huntsman’s mist blinds Duchess—but Hatter throws more tea?! How many kettles does he carry?!"
Vera: "Despite the insanity, Duchess still recovers! She’s going back to fundamentals—Bow and Arrow Stretch! She’s got it locked in!"
Hana: "She’s not letting go—Malice can’t escape! Abbie drops down—1...2...3! It’s over! It’s over!!
Vera: "In the end, amidst all the fog, tea, and madness—technical mastery wins. Dark Duchess walks out the victor in this maelstrom."
Hana: "That was insane! The Queens of Punishment just scored a major win—but I think this feud is far from over…"
Vera: "Agreed. And the real story might be in the corner men. If Hatter and Huntsman stay involved, the war between the Queens could boil over."
LILITH
Location: NPCW Backstage Interview Zone — velvet ropes, icy NPCW logos flickering behind on holographic screens. Alexandra Jones, bright-eyed and poised, stands with mic in hand. To her left looms a chilling presence—Lilith, the Demoness of the Demonic Legion. The temperature seems to drop in her presence. Lilith is draped in dark leather and infernal red mist curls at her boots. Her eyes burn like embers as she towers over the microphone.
Alexandra Jones (smiling professionally): “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with one of the most fearsome forces in the Women’s Division—Lilith of the Demonic Legion. Lilith, last week you were defeated by Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack in the number one contender match for the Queen of the North Championship. Many fans were surprised… and some are saying your path to the crown just hit a wall.”
(Lilith stares daggers into Alexandra. For a moment, the silence is suffocating.)
Lilith (voice like smoke and steel): “Moonshadow did not win.
She survived.”
(She tilts her head slowly, lips curling into a snarl.)
Lilith: “I bled her. Broke her. And still she crawled out with her precious little win like a mongrel dragging scraps. But mark me, pup—next time, I will not be so merciful. There will be no moonlight left when I’m done tearing down your night.”
(She steps closer to the camera, eyes boring into it.)
Lilith: “As for that title shot—I already proved I deserve it. I pinned Goldie Locks in this ring, in front of the world. Not once did her gold save her then, and it won’t next time. Whether I’m the #1 contender or the Last Woman Standing, I’m coming for her crown. And I don’t care who I have to go through… or through again.”
(Alexandra swallows but remains composed.)
Alexandra Jones: “Strong words, Lilith. But let’s talk about tonight. You’re scheduled to face Maid Marion of the Merry Band. The NPCW Universe has been buzzing ever since Robin Hood received that mysterious envelope from Grinch Heyman. Marion’s made it clear she wants answers—any chance we’ll find out what was inside that envelope tonight?”
(Lilith’s lips twist into a smile—a horrible, delighted smile. Her voice drops to a whisper.)
Lilith: “Oh, poor, sweet Marion. So noble. So curious. So very… breakable. If she really wants to know what was in his little letter, then let her come find me in that ring.”
(She turns slowly, almost dreamily, toward the camera.)
Lilith: “I’ll whisper it to her—between screams. Perhaps as I twist her limbs into the shape of a question mark. Or maybe I’ll just leave the answer in her spine after I drive her through the mat.”
(She leans into the mic one last time.)
Lilith: “I’m not here to answer questions. I’m here to end fairy tales.”
(Lilith turns and vanishes into the shadowed hallway, red mist trailing behind. Alexandra watches her go, eyes wide but unshaken.)
Alexandra Jones: “…Back to you at ringside.”
Hana Nakamura: “Minna-san! We’re back and ready for match number four—and ohhhh, this one is packed with emotion and danger! Maid Marion, the spirited heart of the Merry Band, goes toe-to-toe with the Demoness of the Demonic Legion—Lilith! And lurking ringside is none other than Paul ‘The Grinch’ Heyman. This one’s gonna be sugoi!”
Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele:“Lilith’s rage after losing her title opportunity has been volcanic, Hana. But don’t count out Marion—she’s got heart, strategy, and a fierce strike game. If she can stay composed and avoid Heyman’s schemes, she could shock us all.”
The match opens cautiously—both competitors testing each other’s defenses. Marion goes for the Cross STF early, but Lilith wriggles free with surprising ease.
Lilith gains momentum with a thunderous Abyssal Slam, rattling the mat and sending a chill through the crowd. Heyman claps gleefully at ringside.
Marion battles back with a Lou Thesz Press and follows up with her signature Robin’s Arrow, nearly catching Lilith off-guard. A small package nearly surprises Lilith, but Heyman intervenes subtly from ringside, whispering something sinister.
Vera Steele: “Marion’s timing on that small package was brilliant. She’s forcing Lilith to play defense, which isn’t her comfort zone.”
Lilith retakes control with a punishing combo of Atomic Drops and repeated Abyssal Slams. Marion fights bravely, but Lilith’s power edge is showing. A reversal attempt by Marion is thwarted, and Lilith plants her once again with the Abyssal Slam.
Heyman causes a distraction, taunting Marion and throwing her rhythm off for two full minutes. Lilith capitalizes with a Dread Kick straight to the jaw, staggering the Merry Band’s heroine.
Hana Nakamura: “Usooooo! That kick was vicious! How is Marion still standing?”
Lilith tries the Infernal Embrace, but Marion neutralizes it beautifully and fires back with a dropkick and bulldog combination. She rallies with another Robin’s Arrow!
The match builds in intensity—both women exchanging power moves, with the crowd firmly behind Marion. Despite Heyman’s blatant phone smash distraction, Marion still lands a Kiss Goodnight roundhouse!
Vera Steele: “She’s showing incredible resilience. Marion is digging deep here—every time she gets knocked down, she rises harder.”
Momentum continues to shift rapidly. Suplexes from Lilith, counters from Marion, and more head-spinning exchanges. Another Kiss Goodnight rocks Lilith, but she keeps clawing back.
Exhausted but determined, Marion hits dropkicks and flapjacks—but a failed retaliation attempt at Heyman leaves her vulnerable. Lilith pounces, locking in the Infernal Embrace once more.
With the crowd screaming, Marion struggles, reaching for the ropes—but she can’t escape. Lilith cinches in the hold deeper and secures the three-count!
Hana Nakamura: “Aaaaah! Dame! Marion couldn’t hold on! Lilith wins with that cursed bodyscissors—Infernal Embrace strikes again!”
Vera Steele: “That was one of Marion’s finest performances, despite the loss. But make no mistake—Lilith is on a warpath. Her rage fuels her, and she’s aiming straight back at the Queen’s throne.”
Hana Nakamura: “Next time... maybe Marion gets her justice. But tonight... the Demoness stands tall. Ikuzo, onward to our next match!”
Hana Nakamura: Minna-san! Welcome back to Northern Belles and oooohhh get ready for mayhem! This one’s gonna be kakko ii, Vera! We've got Furiosa Ardilla — the explosive, high-flying lucha squirrel — taking on Morrigan, the shadowy sorceress of The Coven!
Vera Steele: And Morrigan’s not alone. The full Coven is here — the Wicked Witch herself, Wicked Willow, and that terrifying force of destruction, La Bruja de la Muerte. That’s a dangerous presence ringside for anyone, especially someone as brave — and outnumbered — as Furiosa.
Hana Nakamura: Hai hai! But if anyone can outmaneuver magic, it’s Furiosa. Let’s see if her speed and corazón can overcome the dark arts!
Furiosa wastes no time, launching off the ropes with a senton! But Morrigan absorbs it and returns fire with a devastating brainbuster! The sound of that thud echoed like thunder through the arena.
Vera Steele: Great early statement from Morrigan. That was textbook form — crisp execution, full control. She’s not just a dark force — she’s technically sound.
Furiosa strings together some brilliant offense — a hurricanrana driver, an axe kick, even a DDT! The crowd roars as she keeps Morrigan guessing, using her unpredictable style and lightning-quick footwork.
Hana Nakamura: Sugoi! She’s dancing on the wind! But—ah! The Coven! The referee’s distracted and OH NO—La Bruja throws green mist! Right in Furiosa’s eyes! Kowai!
Vera Steele: Referee Honest Abbie missed it completely. This is the risk of facing a faction like The Coven. Morrigan capitalizes with a brutal counter. And here comes another brainbuster!
Still, Furiosa won’t stay down. She fires back with a Code Red and nearly gets the pinfall! But every time momentum shifts her way, the Coven interfere. Hypnosis, hexes, distractions — it’s like fighting five witches at once.
Hana Nakamura: She’s giving it her all! Faito! Furiosa keeps bouncing back! She lands a backstabber, another DDT! She even locks in the Dragon Sleeper Stretch! Could this be it!?
Vera Steele: Morrigan refuses to submit — and even manages a spinning escape. Look at that composure. For all her dark flair, she’s disciplined. That’s what makes her dangerous.
The two trade blow for blow — Code Red, Double Knee Facebreaker, Jumping Cutter! The crowd is roaring, torn between awe and dread. But Morrigan nails a lightning-fast spin kick right on the jaw!
Hana Nakamura: Yamete! That kick hit like a cursed lightning bolt! She’s going for the pin—
CROWD: ONE! TWO! THREE!!
[BELL RINGS]
WINNER: MORRIGAN (via Spin Kick Pinfall, 26:00)
Hana Nakamura: Noooo!! Furiosa fought like a hero, but the Coven’s dark magic wins the night! Urusai! This isn’t fair!
Vera Steele: She put in a remarkable performance, Hana. Crisp offense, incredible resilience. But sometimes, the numbers — and the sorcery — are too much. Morrigan stays in the title conversation, and The Coven remains a terrifying presence in the Northern Belles division.
Hana Nakamura: But Furiosa has my respect! She was amazing! Saikou! I want to see her get revenge!
[POST-MATCH SEGMENT – NORTHERN BELLES EPISODE 005]
Location: Ringside, immediately following Match 5 – Morrigan defeats Furiosa Ardilla
The Coven: Morrigan, Wicked Witch, Wicked Willow, and La Bruja Muerte are in the ring.
[CAMERA STAYS ON THE RING]
Morrigan rises over Furiosa’s limp form, brushing back strands of red hair clinging to her face. Her dark lips curl into a cold smile. Behind her, the rest of The Coven close in — La Bruja de la Muerte stoic and silent, Wicked Willow glaring with absolute disgust for the fans, and the Wicked Witch cackling gleefully into the rafters.
The arena is blanketed in jeers and tension. Green mist still stains the edge of the ring canvas. Furiosa rolls to the ropes, coughing and clutching her midsection as the Coven pose together in their unnatural unity.
Morrigan stands tall after a grueling contest, the Coven's influence once again proving decisive.
Suddenly—
“MRS. CLAUS?!?!” Hana Nakamura’s voice practically shatters the headset.
🎄 A blast of sleigh bells and fierce electric guitar hits the speakers 🎄
The crowd erupts!
Out storms Mrs. Claus, not in her usual red velvet robes but battle-ready — sleeves rolled, fists clenched, eyes blazing with fury. Her signature candy cane war staff is strapped to her back. There is no smile on her face tonight. Only vengeance.
The usually cheerful matron of the North is unrecognizable tonight — this is a warrior scorned.
Vera Steele (calmly): Uh-oh. Someone’s about to be on the naughty list.
Mrs. Claus marches down the ramp like an unstoppable force, her white curls bouncing with every step. She doesn’t look at the fans. Doesn’t wave. Her entire focus is locked on Morrigan, who now glares back at the top of the ramp with no trace of amusement.
The Coven, once triumphant, now begin to reposition — La Bruja steps forward, Willow ducks behind the ropes, the Wicked Witch sneers with a flick of her fingers, ready to summon dark magic…
But before Mrs. Claus can reach the ring—BOOM!
A wall of NPCW Security spills out from both sides of the stage — officials, referees, even a few off-duty wrestlers in polos! They rush to intercept.
Hana Nakamura: Noooo! Don’t stop her!! Let her gooo! Let her fight!!
Mrs. Claus roars out, trying to push through the human barricade. She shoves one official aside, barely held back by two others as the crowd chants “Let her fight!”
“You think I forgot what you did to me and Dorothy!?” she yells toward the ring, referencing the horrendous attack by The Coven earlier this season. “You think I didn’t see what you did to Furiosa?! You will pay, Morrigan. You all will pay.”
The Coven back away from the ropes, smirking and laughing like hyenas under moonlight. Morrigan steps onto the second rope and leans toward the ramp, her expression calm but venomous.
Morrigan (mockingly): Any time, dearie. When the stars are right... we’ll finish what we started.
Mrs. Claus lunges again, but security tightens. She finally relents — for now — but not before pointing her gloved finger directly at Morrigan and screaming:
“This isn't over!”
Vera Steele: I believe her. When Mrs. Claus makes a promise like that, someone’s about to have a very cold summer.
[CAMERA PANS OUT — TENSION HEAVY]
The Coven retreat through the crowd’s boos, Morrigan raising her arms in quiet triumph, while Mrs. Claus stands atop the ramp — fuming, breathing heavily, eyes still locked on her prey.
Winter is coming early... and The Coven should be afraid.
HOWLING AT THE MOON
[CAMERA ON — ALEXANDRA JONES STANDING BY]
The camera fades in to the ever-poised Alexandra Jones, dressed in an icy blue blazer, holding a Northern Belles–branded mic. She beams into the lens with a warm, professional smile.
Alexandra Jones: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the fierce competitor who, just last week, defeated the Demoness Lilith in an absolutely brutal showdown — and has officially been named the Number One Contender for the Queen of the North Championship… please welcome, Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack!”
[CAMERA PULLS WIDER]
Moonshadow steps into frame, calm and composed. Dressed in her usual black leather with gold ring gear, her brown eyes flicker with intensity. Despite the chaos of NPCW, she radiates a quiet power — like the eye of a storm.
Alexandra Jones (smiling): “Moonshadow, first of all, congratulations on your win over Lilith and your upcoming title opportunity. Fans everywhere are buzzing about your momentum. Tell us — what does it mean to you to be standing just one match away from becoming Queen of the North?”
Moonshadow (low and steady): “It means that everything I’ve fought for — every night I walked through that snow, every howl I’ve answered, every battle I’ve survived — has led to this. I didn’t come to NPCW for the spotlight. I came for the hunt. And Goldie Locks? She’s the biggest prize on this mountain.”
[Alexandra nods, impressed by the composure.]
Alexandra Jones: “And what about Lilith? Earlier tonight, she made some very pointed remarks about you — saying you stole her spot, vowing revenge, and insisting she still deserves a title shot. Are you at all worried she’ll try to interfere?”
Moonshadow’s eyes narrow, a sly smirk forming.
Moonshadow: “Lilith can scream, curse, summon shadows, or spit fire for all I care. The truth is, she had her chance — and she lost. If she wants another shot, she’ll have to earn it... the hard way. I’m not afraid of her. She’s just another predator who forgot what happens when you challenge a wolf.”
[Alexandra lets out a soft “whoa” under her breath before continuing.]
Alexandra Jones: “One last question — any message for Goldie Locks, who’s been watching closely from her throne atop the division?”
Moonshadow turns slightly toward the camera, her voice dropping to an ominous whisper — cool, fierce, resolute.
Moonshadow: “Enjoy your crown, Goldie. Polish it. Pose with it. Sleep with it if you want. Because the moon is rising… and when the full light hits that ring — I’m coming to take what’s mine.”
[Alexandra Jones looks back to the camera, visibly shaken by the intensity.]
Alexandra Jones: “There you have it, folks — the hunt is on, and the Queen of the North may be facing her fiercest challenger yet. Back to ringside.”
[CAMERA FADES OUT — END SEGMENT]
Hana Nakamura: "Okaeri, minna-san! Welcome to the main event of Northern Belles Episode 005! This is going to be one wild ride — the reigning North Star Tag Team Champions, the Blonde Bombshells, square off against the sinister and stylish Queens of Punishment! It's NOT for the titles, but you know every win counts in NPCW!"
Vera 'The Iron Maiden' Steele: "Absolutely, Hana. This is more than just a match — this is about momentum, positioning, and pride. The Queens of Punishment, backed by the ever-manipulative Mad Hatter, are a dangerous duo. But don’t count out Alice and Dorothy. They've been nothing short of elite since capturing those belts."
[BELL RINGS]
Alice opens for the champs, facing Crimson Viper. Alice springs into action with a dazzling Wonderland’s End Moonsault attempt — but Crimson Viper reads it perfectly and rolls out of danger, quickly tagging in Lady Frost.
Vera: "Smart move by Crimson Viper. Reset the pace, get in fresh legs."
Lady Frost enters and immediately plants Alice with a swinging neckbreaker, sending the champ reeling. Alice tries to create distance, but Lady Frost doesn’t let up — tagging Crimson back in to keep the heat on.
Alice breaks the cycle with a snap Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana, giving her enough breathing room to tag in Dorothy — and the crowd erupts.
Hana: "Dorothy-chan wa kitaaa! She's bringing that Kansan fire!"
Dorothy storms in and hits a Kansas Cyclone (Tornado DDT) with thunderous impact. Alice follows up with a superkick to the jaw of Lady Frost as they double-team for a round. But Lady Frost digs deep and drills Dorothy with a jumping knee drop, keeping things tight.
Tag after tag, the action doesn’t let up. Dorothy hits a bodyslam, but Lady Frost answers with a stunning Backpack Stunner. Dorothy tags out to Alice, who wastes no time delivering another crisp superkick. Just as momentum builds —
Mad Hatter leaps onto the apron, waving a tea cup and shrieking gibberish. Alice flinches for just a second.
Vera: "Mad Hatter with the distraction! That lunatic is always one step away from chaos."
Alice shakes it off and spikes Crimson Viper with the Wonderland’s End Moonsault! She tags in Dorothy and together, they pull off a brutal combo: Alice’s Code Red Powerbomb, followed by Dorothy’s bulldog! Crimson Viper retaliates with a sitout powerbomb, but the double team damage is done.
Hana: "Tag team synergy MAX level! Sugoi na... they’re flowing like magic together!"
The action ramps up — armdrags, neckbreakers, hurricanranas fly from all directions. Frost and Viper throw everything back, including an Ice Cutter and a Swinging Neckbreaker sequence that nearly turns the tide.
Alice, battle-worn but burning hot, finds the moment — a sudden Rabbit Hole DDT! She dives into the cover—
[HONEST ABBIE SLIDES IN — 1... 2... 3!]
Hana: "YATTA! They did it! The Blonde Bombshells win in spectacular fashion!"
Vera: "That was one of the most technically proficient and well-timed tag matches we’ve seen. The Queens of Punishment pushed them to the brink — but Alice and Dorothy proved why they’re the best in the division."
[POST-MATCH]
The Bombshells raise their arms high as confetti falls from above. Crimson Viper and Lady Frost regroup on the outside, flanked by an irate Mad Hatter, who shouts into the void, vowing revenge.
Hana: "What a way to close out Northern Belles! Arigatou gozaimashita, everyone! We’ll see you next time — but for now, this has been tag team wrestling at its finest!"
HOUSE OF HEYMAN
[CAMERA CUT – BACKSTAGE – THE BOMBSHELLS’ LOCKER ROOM]
Goldie Locks sits alone on a bench, her Queen of the North Championship gleaming beside her. She’s intently watching the monitor as her teammates secure the victory. There’s a flicker of pride in her expression—until the dressing room door creaks open.
Enter Paul “The Grinch” Heyman, his signature sneer plastered across his face as he adjusts his tailored scarf.
Heyman: "Goldie... you asked to see me? What’s on your royal mind?"
Goldie turns slowly, calm but stern.
Goldie Locks: "We need to talk. I’m... concerned, Paul. We brought you in as our strategic advisor. But now—with you claiming servitude to the Demonic Legion—I have to ask... where do your loyalties lie?"
Heyman chuckles, walking further into the room.
Heyman: "My dear Queen, my loyalty lies where it always has... with myself. But let’s not twist the narrative. The Blonde Bombshells are still a key part of my plan. You're still part of the House of Heyman."
He leans in.
Heyman: "But I need you focused, Goldie—not distracted like you were last night against Mrs. Claus."
Goldie’s eyes narrow.
Goldie Locks: "I was distracted because La Bruja Muerte was in the audience. You didn’t warn me she’d be there."
Heyman raises his hands, mockingly innocent.
Heyman: "And yet... here you are, still Queen. You want to stay Queen? Then trust me. Stay the course. Yes, you’ve got enemies—Moonshadow, Wicked Witch, Mrs. Claus, and now Lilith. But I can guide you through the storm."
Goldie hesitates, her grip tightening around the title.
Goldie Locks: "We’ll give you one more chance. But cross us—cross me—and you’ll regret it."
At that moment, Dorothy and Alice enter, still glowing from their victory. Alice nods toward Goldie, while Dorothy eyes Heyman warily.
Heyman smirks, adjusting his coat as he moves to the door.
Heyman (smirking): "So dramatic. But remember, Bombshells... the House—always—wins."
[CAMERA FADES TO BLACK]
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