Aired - July 6, 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]
Polar Meltdown scene - Goldie Locks pinning Wicked Witch to win the Queen of the North Championship.
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
CROWD AND WELCOMING
🎥 CAMERA PANS ACROSS THE CROWD
Fans hold handmade signs like:
“KA-BOOM ME, GOLDIE!”
“Moonshadow is my Spirit Animal!”
“Scarlett Howl is Alpha!”
“#WitchPlease 🔮”
“Team Claus > Team Coven”
“Blonde. Bombshell. Dominance.”
“Pearl’s Gonna PULL YOUR TEETH!”
“Gretel’s Got That Chained Heat!”
There’s a buzz in the air… then —
🎤 IN-RING — The Blonde Bombshells stand center stage.
Goldie Locks with her Queen of the North Title, Dorothy, and Alice with their North Star Tag Team Titles, kendo sticks laid at their feet. Each grips a mic. They’re glowing with confidence. The crowd erupts.
Goldie Locks (beaming, commanding):
“HELLO NPCW UNIVERSE!!”
Crowd explodes in cheers and whistles.
Goldie (grinning):
“We told you we came here to shake things up—and at POLAR MELTDOWN, we did just that!”
The crowd joins in with the Bombshells' signature:
CROWD:
“KA-BOOOM!!”
Dorothy (with fire):
“That’s right, Goldie! The establishment—the old guard—everyone in the women’s division was served a message LOUD and CLEAR last Sunday night!”
Chants of "BOMB-SHELLS! BOMB-SHELLS!" start to break out.
Alice (smirking):
“It wasn’t royalty. It wasn’t alphas. It wasn’t legacy or heritage. It was the Blonde Bombshells who walked away with the GOLD!”
Crowd goes wild. Camera flashes dance through the crowd.
Goldie (turning to the camera):
“And now it seems everybody’s lining up to take a shot at this title.”
“Wicked Witch—the former champ.”
“Mrs. Claus—who beat her at Wrestlefest.”
“Lilith—yeah, she got one over on me at Aftermath, I can admit that.”
“And Maid Marion—sitting high in the June rankings.”
“Heck, even Moonshadow wants a taste of the gold...”
(Goldie snickers, shaking her head.)
Goldie (cheeky):
“...But not you, Moonie—sorry! This one’s not your dance.”
Crowd reacts with a mix of laughs and light howls.
Goldie (dead serious now):
“Tonight, we’re having a fatal four-way to determine the next contender. And believe me... I’ll be watching closely.”
Dorothy (stepping in):
“Because there’s a difference between chasing the title... and carrying it.”
Alice (fired up):
“But we’ll take on all comers. Every single one of them.”
Goldie (with calm fury):
“Because these titles—our titles—are going to be defended with honor... and just the right amount of mayhem.”
Alice (smiling, proud):
“'Cause we’re not just pretty little girls anymore... This ain’t fairy tales…”
All Three (in perfect unison):
“We are the new revolution and WE ARE HERE TO BLOW THE PLACE UP!”
CROWD (exploding):
“KA-BOOOOOOOOOM!!”
PYRO erupts behind them—flashes of gold and pink explode as the arena lights strobe.
The Bombshells jump off the apron, slipping through the crowd, high-fiving fans, confident and electric. Cameras follow them before cutting to—
THE ANNOUNCE DESK
Hana Nakamura (energetic):
“YAHH!! The Blonde Bombshells setting the tone right out of the gate! That’s how you start a show!”
Vera “Iron Maiden” Steele (smirking coolly):
“Bombastic and brash—but you can’t argue with results. Queen of the North and Tag champions for a reason. But let’s not forget, tonight's Fatal Four-Way is going to set the stage for Goldie’s next challenger—and that match could steal the show.”
Hana (nodding):
“Let’s break it all down, minna-san! Fatal Four-Way, explosive matches, drama brewing all over the women’s division—we are in for a wild ride tonight on NORTHERN BELLES!”
Vera:
“Let’s get to it.”
SWEET SOMETHINGS
“From teacups to tap-outs, Ms. Sweetins sees all.”
(Segment opens with the signature soft harp glissando and dissolves to a luxurious lounge set bathed in candlelight and velvety pink and gold tones. The camera slowly zooms in on a refined Ms. Sweetins, dressed in a floor-length red evening gown, perched elegantly in her signature armchair, a delicate teacup in hand.)
Ms. Sweetins (with a sly smile):
“Well, well, well... if it isn’t my darling darlings of the NPCW Universe. Pull up a velvet cushion and pour yourself a cup of chamomile because it's time once again for another irresistible serving of… Sweet Somethings.”
(She takes a small, deliberate sip of her tea, pinky fully extended, then leans forward conspiratorially.)
Ms. Sweetins:
"Let’s start with our favorite gothic darling gone rogue—Mina Harker. Oh yes, I’ve been watching... and she’s been spiraling deeper into something dark, something dangerous... something deliciously dramatic. Voices in the hallway, glowing eyes, and poor Alexandra Jones nearly jumped out of her stilettos last week! Whatever’s brewing inside Mina, it’s not herbal tea, I assure you..."
(She sets down the cup gently.)
Ms. Sweetins:
"Now... tonight’s Fatal Four-Way to determine the number one contender for Goldie Locks’ Queen of the North Title certainly turned heads. But everyone—and I do mean everyone—has been asking the same thing: Why no Moonshadow? A match for the top prize and the Wolf Pack’s fiercest huntress isn’t even invited? Hmmm... political maneuvering? Scheduling conflict? Or perhaps... a strategy from someone behind the scenes? Food for thought, sweethearts."
(She twirls her spoon in the teacup, eyes twinkling.)
Ms. Sweetins:
"Speaking of larger-than-life developments, did anyone else notice the seismic shift in the division when Athena—yes, an actual goddess—descended into our ring like she was stepping off Mount Olympus itself? My stars. The competition just went from mortal to mythic. Let’s hope the rest of the roster’s egos can survive a woman who’s literally older than civilization."
(She fans herself playfully with a lace handkerchief.)
Ms. Sweetins:
"And here’s one for the nostalgia files. Word swirling through the halls is that an old tag team is rebranding under a new name. Oh, the secrets I know, dears. Let’s just say—if you thought they were dangerous before? Wait until you see their next act. Stay tuned... or be left in the dust."
(A coy look, then a smirk.)
Ms. Sweetins:
"And finally... the question everyone is whispering: Grinch Heyman and the Blonde Bombshells. Coincidence? I think not. Sources say Mr. Heyman’s been lurking near their locker room, briefcase in hand and that patented schemer’s twinkle in his eye. Strategic advice? Influence? A deal with the devil in green plaid? Whatever it was... it may have been just the edge they needed to KA-BOOM their way to those titles."
(She raises her teacup in mock toast.)
Ms. Sweetins:
“To secrets kept... and soon revealed. Mmm, don’t you just love it?”
(She takes another dainty sip, her voice buttery smooth as the harp music returns.)
Ms. Sweetins (with a wink):
"My darlings, whether it’s drama in the dressing room, tension in the ring, or the sweet scent of revenge in the air—you’ll always get the first taste here. Until next time... stay scandalous."
(She smiles warmly, raises her cup one final time, and the screen fades into a swirling pink and gold transition as the next segment begins.)
[Camera cuts to ringside as the bell sounds.]
Hana Nakamura: “Welcome back, NPCW Universe! We are kicking off tonight's action with a howl and a splash—quite literally! It’s the fierce enforcer of the Wolf Pack, Moonshadow, taking on the natural force that is Mother Earth!”
Vera Steele: “Two very different styles here, Hana. Moonshadow brings explosive power and aggression, while Mother Earth is all about patience, resilience, and grounding her opponents—almost poetic, really. This should be a fascinating clash.”
[The match begins with Moonshadow aggressively launching at Mother Earth, only to be countered and hit with a brutal Double Chickenwing Facebuster early.]
Hana: “Oooh! That was fast! Moonshadow went for a Flying Kneedrop, but Mother Earth caught her midair—turned it into a devastating facebuster! That’s gotta shake up your spine!”
Vera: “Great reaction time by Mother Earth. She’s deceptively quick for someone her size and builds everything off of those sudden bursts of strength.”
[Despite interference from the Wolf Pack, Mother Earth remains composed and responds with punishing spears and facebusters.]
Hana: “Look at her! Even after the Pack got their paws in the game—Mother Earth just keeps. pushing. forward!”
Vera: “That’s the hallmark of a ring veteran. She’s tuned in. She’s seen it all. And she’s weathering this match like a true elemental force.”
[Moonshadow begins to build momentum mid-match with the LYCAN LOCK and several sleeperholds, wearing Mother Earth down momentarily.]
Hana: “Hai! She’s got the LYCAN LOCK in tight—tight like a wolf’s jaws in the forest! Can Mother Earth escape?!”
Vera: “This is where Moonshadow is most dangerous—when she controls the pace with her strength. But she hasn’t been able to sustain that control tonight.”
[Late match – Moonshadow delivers some strong offense, including a front facelock and tosses Mother Earth through the ropes. The crowd howls with her. But Mother Earth keeps making the count back and retaliates with Gaia’s Grace multiple times.]
Hana: “Sugoi! Another Gaia’s Grace! That 450 splash is a work of art and devastation!”
Vera: “Moonshadow’s taking too much punishment, Hana. She's tough, no doubt, but she’s absorbing damage without dishing it back out at the same level.”
[Final moment—Mother Earth hits one final Gaia’s Grace and hooks the leg.]
Hana: “ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over!! It’s over!! Mother Earth pins the Wolf Pack’s powerhouse and walks away with a monumental win!”
Vera: “That’s a signature win for Mother Earth. She absorbed interference, dealt with Moonshadow’s intensity, and sealed it with three Gaia’s Grace splashes.”
[Post-match as Moonshadow lies in the ring looking dazed and frustrated, the Wolf Pack hovering around her.]
Hana: “Moonshadow gave it her all... but something is off, Vera. She looks—lost. Hungry but off her rhythm.”
Vera: “She’s now dropped her last three matches since Polar Meltdown. That’s a cold streak, Hana. If she wants to make a case for the Queen of the North title, something needs to change. The fire is still there—but the precision? The strategy? It might be time for the Pack to reevaluate.”
Hana: “The huntress has power, but can she find her path again? Only time will tell! Up next—more Northern Belles action!”
ROYAL DISSENSION
Camera fades in backstage near a velvet-draped corridor lit with flickering chandeliers. Smoke swirls faintly in the background as Alexandra Jones walks briskly, mic in hand, toward the assembled Queens of Punishment.
Alexandra Jones (beaming): “NPCW Universe, Alexandra Jones here—and I’ve found royalty! The Queens of Punishment are standing by, and I—oh dear—”
(her voice trails off as she approaches, noticing the tension crackling in the air like static.)
[CAMERA WIDENS]
Crimson Viper, Dark Duchess, Regina, and Malice are locked in a heated argument. Lady Frost stands off to the side like an ice sculpture, cool and unreadable. Mad Hatter paces behind them, twitching nervously and adjusting his mismatched tie and top hat.
Regina (jabbing a perfectly manicured finger at Viper): “Malice and I should be pushed for the tag title match, not you and your shadow-draped sidekick! You already had your chance and you failed, dear Viper. One loss should not be rewarded!”
Crimson Viper (with a slow, venomous smile): “One loss… against the best team in NPCW. That’s more than you’ve even earned, ‘Your Grace.’ Perhaps you and Malice should focus on winning matches before you demand crowns you haven’t earned.”
Dark Duchess (arms crossed, voice a whisper of disdain): “She’s not wrong. We are ranked #2. You’re #4. Numbers do matter, even in kingdoms built on chaos.”
[Malice snarls lowly, cracking her knuckles.]
Regina (smirking cruelly): “Of course we’d have more wins if this mad dolt knew when to intervene and when to vanish!”
(She jabs a thumb toward Mad Hatter, who winces and drops his tea cup with a loud clang.)
Mad Hatter (sputtering, trying to regain control): “N-Now, now, Your Majesties, let us not fracture the royal court! Internal turmoil is such a poor look. Let us focus our ire on the real adversaries… the insolent, golden-haired rebels—The Blonde Bombshells!”
Regina (leaning close, a sly smile spreading): “Oh I am focused, Hatter. Focused on getting what I want. And if that means you secure Malice and I the next shot at the titles... well, then perhaps we stay royal.”
(She steps back with mock elegance. Hatter looks between her and Crimson Viper nervously, then tugs at his collar and sighs.)
Mad Hatter (reluctantly): “The Queen of Hearts and the Queen of Spades... will represent the Queens of Punishment in this title hunt. So it is declared... by the Mad Hatter.”
[Gasps ripple through the locker room.]
Regina’s expression turns ice-cold.
Regina (voice dropping to a hiss): “Then perhaps we are no longer Queens of Punishment. Come, Malice. We’ll carve our own path through these golden darlings… without you Wonderland fools.”
(Malice grunts in approval and they start to turn. Regina pauses, looking at Lady Frost, who still hasn’t moved.)
Regina: “What say you, Snow Queen? Will you join our blizzard... or remain here and melt with the mad?”
Lady Frost (cool and clear): “I am a Queen of Punishment. You and Malice may wander the frostbitten wilds if you wish. But I am no pawn... and I do not play your games.”
Malice (sneering): “You’ll learn soon enough—these freaks always stick together. And when they betray you, don’t come crawling to us for warmth.”
(With a final glare, Malice and Regina storm off, their royal cloaks billowing behind them.)
[Alexandra slowly steps forward, wide-eyed.]
Alexandra (whispering into the mic): “Well... it seems there’s been a... palace coup. The Queens of Punishment may have just split in two.”
[Crimson Viper leans in to Mad Hatter and whispers darkly...]
Crimson Viper: “Off with their heads.”
(Mad Hatter nods solemnly, eyes darting to where Regina disappeared.)
Alexandra (composing herself): “This is Alexandra Jones… backstage, where the only thing more dangerous than ambition... is betrayal. Back to you, Hana and Vera.”
[CAMERA FADES OUT on the fractured court.]
[The bell rings as the camera shifts to the announce desk.]
Hana Nakamura: “Minna-san, youkai no jikan da! Welcome back to Northern Belles, and get ready for a battle of raw power versus dark magic! It’s Scarlett Howl from the fierce Hunter’s Enclave going fang-to-wand against the Coven’s own Grizelda!”
Vera "The Iron Maiden" Steele: “And let’s not forget, Hana, Grizelda isn’t alone. She’s flanked by her sisters in shadow — Wicked Willow, Morrigan, and the Wicked Witch herself. That’s a lot of dark energy swirling around the ring tonight.”
Hana: “Scarlett doesn’t scare easy, Vera-chan! She’s the apex predator in this match — no fear, no hesitation, just pure instinct!”
[Fast-Paced Counters & Power Moves]
Hana:“Whoa! Grizelda tried to end things early with the Enchanted Ending, but Yabai! Scarlett just flipped it into a brutal Electric Chair Facebuster!”
Vera: “That’s a smart counter from Scarlett — she saw the setup and dropped her weight to shift the momentum. But don’t blink, the Coven always has tricks waiting.”
[Momentum Swings]
Hana: “Scarlett with the Wolf Trap! That Snap Suplex had bite! But Grizelda claws back with a nasty choke—ugh, so dirty!”
Vera: “Grizelda’s style is unorthodox but effective. You can see how she uses disorientation tactics — from hair pulls to sudden slaps. It’s psychological warfare.”
[Outside Chaos & High Impact Offense]
Hana: “Scarlett flies with an Apron Somersault Senton! Sugoi! That took out Grizelda outside the ring, but somehow she crawled back in before ten!”
Vera: “The Coven’s still not interfering yet… but with them out there, it’s only a matter of time.”
[Scarlett with the Basket Buster into a pin attempt]
Hana: “She hit it clean! Is this it?! NO! Grizelda kicks out at one — ichi!”
[The Coven Interferes]
Hana: “Oh no! Wicked Willow’s on the apron, casting a distraction spell! Honest Abbie didn’t see it, but you can bet it cost Scarlett a clean follow-up!”
Vera: “Scarlett’s staying composed — but that was a missed opportunity. Even with the Coven’s interference, she’s still pressing forward.”
[The Finish]
Hana: “Kitaaa! Scarlett just PLANTED Grizelda with a Full Nelson Slam! She’s going for the pin—ichi...ni...SAN! That’s it!”
Vera: “A massive win for Scarlett Howl. She weathered the interference, took the punishment, and delivered a definitive finish.”
[Post-Match Analysis]
Hana: “Scarlett just howled her way through the dark! The Coven tried, but they couldn’t stop her tonight!”
Vera: “She’s sent a message loud and clear to the locker room — when you fight the Hunter’s Enclave, you better bring more than magic. You better bring war.”
Scarlett Howl exits the ring to thunderous applause, her hands raised triumphantly as the Coven seethes outside the ropes. The camera lingers on her snarl of victory before fading out.
[Cameras cut to ringside where Hana Nakamura and Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele are poised at the announce desk.]
Hana Nakamura: “Yokoso minna-san! We are back with an incredible tag team showdown — sparkle versus shadows! It’s the ever-cheerful Tinsel Twins, Sparkle and Twinkle, stepping into the ring with the dark, ominous Dark Ritual — that’s Wicked Willow and Morrigan of the Witch’s Coven!”
Vera Steele: “This will be a study in contrast. The Twins fight with flair, speed, and energy. But Dark Ritual? They bring brutal efficiency, hard-hitting spells — and don’t forget the rest of the Coven lurking at ringside. This match could turn at the flick of a wand.”
[Bell rings. Morrigan and Sparkle start the match.]
Hana: “And here we go! Morrigan wastes no time — BAM! A spinning back fist connects, and Willow adds a crushing bearhug — itai! But Sparkle fights out with a SIDEWALK SLAM! Yatta! She’s not backing down!”
Vera: “That’s resilience from Sparkle, but Morrigan follows with a clean Brainbuster. Classic execution — she dropped her weight just right.”
Hana: “Sparkle’s fighting through it! She locks in the Lance Crab — and YES! Tag to Twinkle!”
[Twinkle enters, facing Morrigan.]
Hana: “Twinkle now, quick like lightning — diving forearm! Sugoi! Willow tags in, but Twinkle traps her in an armlock!”
Vera: “Twinkle’s fundamentals are sharp tonight. That’s pure ring IQ on display. She’s limiting Willow’s power.”
[Mid-Match Chaos: Double Teams & Coven Interference]
Hana: “EVERYONE’S IN THE RING!! Sparkle with the FrankenScreamer! Twinkle hits a Bulldog! But here come the witches — Willow with the Gory Special, Morrigan with a spinning shot! Kyaa! Total chaos!”
Vera: “This is where the Coven thrives. In the fog of confusion, they stay in control. But the Twins aren’t wilting — they’ve brought their own double-team flair.”
Hana: “Lights go out!! Kurayami! The Coven’s doing it again — distraction tactics! But Sparkle keeps her cool, locking in another Lance Crab!”
[Late Match Fireworks]
Hana: “Twinkle’s flying with a dropkick! Sparkle tags in — Schoolgirl Roll-up! Almost! Morrigan escapes! Twinkle and Sparkle are giving it EVERYTHING!”
Vera: “Morrigan and Willow are absorbing a lot of punishment, but their strikes are stacking up — that high-speed roundhouse from Morrigan is nasty. And now—”
[Finish]
Hana: “DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER from Morrigan! Oh noooo! Twinkle is DOWN!”
Referee Honest Abbie: “1...2...3!”
Hana: “Zannen! That’s it! Dark Ritual claims the victory!”
Vera: “The Tinsel Twins fought with heart, speed, and great teamwork, but in the end, the relentless offense — and the Coven’s constant pressure — tipped the scales. Another big win for Dark Ritual.”
[Post-Match Scene]
Dark Ritual stands tall in the ring as Wicked Witch and Grizelda cackle from ringside. Sparkle checks on Twinkle as the arena buzzes with mixed reactions—some cheers, many boos for the Coven’s dark triumph.
Hana: “The Coven grows stronger with every moonrise... NPCW better prepare. Something wicked is definitely brewing.”
MINA HARKER’S DARKNESS
(The camera cuts to a backstage hallway once again, but this time, the lighting is even dimmer. A faint mist curls near the floor. Shadows flicker unnaturally across the walls, and there’s a strange, ambient hum—almost like something ancient is breathing just out of sight. The tension is palpable as Alexandra Jones stands center-frame in a navy-blue blazer, gripping the mic a little tighter than usual.)
Alexandra Jones (to camera, wary but steady): "NPCW Universe, tonight we’re moments away from a high-stakes singles match as Mina Harker takes on the venomous Regina of the Queens of Punishment. But before that… I’ve been granted a few words with Mina, though I’ve been told she’s… not in the best state of mind."
(She turns slowly as the camera pans left. Mina Harker is seated on a battered equipment crate, her head tilted down, hair cascading like a curtain over her pale face. She’s dressed for battle, but her cloak is soaked at the hem and torn at the edges. Her fingers twitch absently in her lap, stained slightly red. Her lips move, whispering in an old language—not English.)
Alexandra (cautiously): "Mina…?"
(A long pause. Mina doesn’t look up. Then—slowly—her head lifts. Her eyes are glowing again, even brighter than before. Blood-red, unblinking. Her smile is razor-thin.)
Mina Harker (voice low and velvety, dripping with venom): “Do you smell it, Alexandra? The blood in the walls… the iron under the skin… the pulsing of fear like war drums…”
Alexandra (visibly unsettled): “O-okay… Uh, you’re about to face Regina, someone who’s known for playing mind games and bending the rules. Do you feel prepared—mentally—to take her on tonight?”
(Mina stands, slowly, her frame taut like a predator’s. She steps forward, uncomfortably close to Alexandra. The mic shakes slightly in Alexandra’s hand.)
Mina Harker (intense): “Regina thinks she rules… but she has never met a true queen. I will carve her name in ash. I will silence her crown. She cannot manipulate what is already broken.”
(Suddenly, the camera glitches—flickers of black static. Mina’s voice deepens unnaturally.)
Mina (whispering): “…He calls to me. The blood calls. I see through the veil. I see—HIM."
(Just as the tension crests, a hand slams onto Mina’s shoulder. The camera swings—revealing Abraham Van Helsing, his eyes full of purpose, his expression stone-cold. He yanks Mina back with force, spinning her to face him.)
Van Helsing (firm and commanding): “Mina. Look at me. Enough.”
Mina (snarling): “Don’t touch me! You don’t get to stop this. You don’t know what’s inside me, Abraham!”
Van Helsing (voice rising): “I know exactly what’s inside you. And I know who put it there. This is not you. Not yet.”
(Mina freezes. Her breathing becomes erratic. For a moment, it looks like she might attack him—but then her expression cracks. Her body trembles. The glow fades.)
Mina (whispering, shaken): “I... I didn’t mean…”
Van Helsing (softly now, pulling her close): “Yes. You did. But you’re still fighting. As long as you fight, Mina, you are not his.”
(Mina swallows hard, clutches her head, then yanks away. She storms off toward the gorilla position—clearly torn but still walking toward the fight.)
Alexandra Jones (back to camera, her voice hushed): “Well… that was Mina Harker, and a rare appearance on Northern Belles from Abraham Van Helsing himself. Whatever darkness is creeping in, it’s clear she’s still battling it. She faces Regina next... and I wouldn’t want to be standing in her way.”
(The camera lingers just long enough on Van Helsing, who stares into the shadows Mina disappeared into, jaw set like a man ready for war. Then—cut to ringside.)
Hana Nakamura (excited): "Up next, minna-san, the shadows deepen as two dark forces collide—it's Mina Harker versus Regina, the Evil Queen! Sugoi! We’ve seen Mina acting… strange lately, and tonight? She looks dangerous."
Vera "The Iron Maiden" Steele (measured): “There’s a simmering tension here, Hana. Mina Harker has always walked a fine line between vengeance and control. But recently… that line’s begun to blur. If Regina’s not careful, she might awaken something she can’t put back to sleep.”
Hana: “Ding ding! And Mina wastes zero time—swinging neckbreaker! Yatta! That snapped Regina's head back like a whip!”
Vera: “Clean execution. No wasted motion. That’s the Mina we used to know.”
Hana: “Ooooh! A dropkick duel! Mina with the front dropkick, Regina answers with one of her own—airborne 戦争!” ("war!")
Vera: “Regina’s resilience is criminally underrated. She takes hits, and returns them with style and spite.”
Hana: “Mina—again—swinging neckbreaker! That’s three tonight! She’s obsessed with twisting Regina’s neck like it owes her money!”
Vera: “She’s targeting the cervical spine, Hana. Setting up for something brutal later. Very deliberate.”
Hana: “Mina with a bodyscissors sleeper hold! But Regina—OH—locks in the Dark Enchantment! Sleeper for sleeper, submission for submission!”
Vera: “Both are trying to suffocate the will out of the other. But look at Mina’s eyes—there’s… something different. She’s smiling.”
Hana: “Shining wizard by Mina! That knee hit like a guillotine! But Regina’s fighting fire with fire—small package, and a rake to the eyes!”
Vera: “She’s playing dirty, and Mina’s loving it. The pain, the chaos—it’s feeding her. That’s… not good.”
Hana: “Swinging neckbreaker! Mina’s favorite toy tonight! She’s going for the pin—ichi, ni—no! Regina escapes! She’s slippery, that Evil Queen!”
Vera: “Mina’s attacks are becoming more violent. The technicality is giving way to something feral.”
Hana: “Front dropkick! Hurricanrana! And now—whoa! SPIN KICK to the face! Mina is just unleashing!”
Vera: “But Regina won’t die quietly. That second Dark Enchantment was locked in tight. Most wrestlers would’ve tapped. Mina? She… laughed.”
Hana: “Hurricane DDT! Stomp from Regina! This is like watching two royalty wage 心理戦!” ("psychological warfare!")
Vera: “Mina is starting to enjoy being hurt. That’s a dangerous place to be. She’s not just fighting Regina anymore… she’s feeding something inside her.”
Hana: “Rake to the eyes again! But wait—what's this?! Crimson Viper is at ringside!”
Vera: “She’s taunting Regina! That’s unexpected! Their paths haven’t crossed lately…”
Hana: “Regina takes the bait! She turns her back on Mina—big mistake! SHINING WIZARD! Yabai!” ("Oh no!")
Hana: “ONE! TWO! THREE! That’s it! Mina wins! Crimson Viper just cost Regina the match—and Mina Harker gets her hand raised!”
Vera: “Mina’s not even celebrating. Look at her face, Hana. That’s not joy. That’s hunger.”
Hana: “She’s pacing like a beast in a cage… oh no—look at her eyes… they’re glowing again! Is she even seeing the crowd? Kowai...” ("Scary...")
Vera: “She’s in freefall now. Van Helsing better be ready. Something dark is taking root, and tonight might’ve just watered it.”
[Post-Match Shot]
(Camera lingers on Mina standing over Regina’s prone body. Her chest heaves, but her expression is blank. Slowly, she raises her head and looks right into the hard cam. Her eyes flash crimson. The crowd falls into a stunned silence. Cut to black.)
Hana Nakamura (play-by-play): "Konnichiwa, everyone! Hana Nakamura here with match number five—and oohhh, this one is going to be explosive! It’s the radiant Blonde Bombshells—Goldie Locks, Dorothy, and Alice—ready to shine their light against the ruthless, no-mercy trio of the Queens of Punishment: Crimson Viper, Dark Duchess, and Lady Frost! And you know that where there’s madness… the Mad Hatter is lurking!"
Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele (color commentary): “Don’t let the glitter fool you, Hana. These Bombshells are more than pretty faces—they’ve got crisp execution, speed, and chemistry. But the Queens of Punishment? They’re calculated chaos. The kind that leaves bruises you don’t see until two days later.”
Hana: “Starting us off is Alice against the venomous Crimson Viper—let’s gooo! A strong forearm by Alice—Yatta! But Viper absorbs it and slams her down with a devastating sitout powerbomb! Oof!”
Vera: “That’s high-impact wrestling from both sides. Viper's low center of gravity makes that powerbomb even nastier. Smart tag out by Alice.”
Hana: “Here comes Dorothy—the wind is picking up in Kansas! But Duchess stops her cold with a corner double knee drop—itai!”
Vera: “And now the mind games begin—look at Mad Hatter circling ringside. He’s the X-factor in all of their matches.”
Hana: “Goldie reverses the Hatter’s trickery! She’s got momentum—Gutwrench suplex—but wait! Duchess twists it into the Spade’s Edge Crossface—shibori lock! Goldie’s trapped!”
Vera: “That’s picture-perfect technical submission work. Duchess is a master of limb control.”
Hana: “Goldie fires back with another gutwrench suplex—nani?! And now she throws Viper to the outside! The ref’s counting!”
Vera: “Wait a second—Regina?! She just hit Viper with a steel chair from behind the curtain! The ref didn’t see it!”
Hana: “Viper is down! She’s out cold! 8... 9... 10!! Goldie wins by count-out! Zettai ni! That was wild!!”
Vera: “An unexpected assist from the Evil Queen herself... and Goldie picks up a huge win, though I doubt this will end things between these factions.”
FROM OLYMPUS TO THE NORTH POLE
(Camera fades in from commercial to a gleaming NPCW interview backdrop. The lighting is crisp, regal gold illuminating the scene as ALEXANDRA JONES stands with mic in hand. She’s in a sleek blue blazer dress, standing tall but clearly aware of the powerful aura radiating off her interview subject.)
Alexandra Jones (brightly): “Ladies and gentlemen of the NPCW Universe, please welcome my guest at this time—a newcomer to the North Pole Championship Wrestling roster, but already making major waves—she is the daughter of Olympus, the strategic mind of war herself… Athena! And joined, of course, by her manager… none other than the King of the Gods, Zeus!”
(The camera pans to reveal ATHENA—tall, poised, breathtaking in her modernized golden battle gear, a sleek Corinthian-style headpiece crowning her brow. Her cloak flows like smoke off her shoulders. At her side stands ZEUS, in a light grey suit, lightning bolt staff in one hand, his eyes scanning the hallway with divine disinterest.)
Athena (cool, controlled): “Thank you, mortal. Let us not waste time with ceremony—I have descended from Olympus not for praise, but to correct imbalance.”
Alexandra Jones (carefully): “Well, first off—welcome to NPCW. The fans have been buzzing ever since your debut was announced. Now, there’s a lot of strong talent here—”
Athena (interrupting, her voice a calm blade): “‘Talent’ is a generous word for what I have witnessed. You see, in Olympus, we do not coddle false hope. We do not cheer mediocrity because it tries hard. I am not here to ‘fit in.’ I am here to elevate this place. To bring wisdom... and war.”
(Zeus nods once, arms crossed proudly, eyes glowing faintly.)
Athena (turning slightly to the camera): “Take, for example... your beloved Maid Marion. A peasant with pluck. A symbol of your hope. But hope, like fire, can be extinguished with one gust of reality.”
(She steps slightly forward, voice still composed but colder now.)
Athena: “Maid Marion—you inspire songs and banners. You gallop into battle beside thieves and fools. But know this: the gods do not bend to storybooks. Your cause is quaint, but your strategy? Flawed. Your heart? Mortal. And your fate? Sealed.”
Alexandra (nervous smile): “Strong words, Athena. Marion has been a fan favorite—some say she’s tougher than she looks.”
Athena (without hesitation): “She will need to be.”
(Suddenly, Zeus steps forward beside Athena, booming voice like thunder rolling through the corridor.)
Zeus: “The world forgets the old ways. The divine order. That ends now. Athena is the harbinger. She is my storm… and Marion will be her example.”
Athena (with finality): “Prepare your champion, NPCW. Because when I step into that ring, it will not be for glory. It will be for dominance. For legacy. For Olympus.”
(Athena lifts her chin, eyes glowing faint gold for a flicker—cold, powerful, and ancient. Zeus slams the base of his lightning staff to the ground with a sharp CRACK—no sparks, but the noise echoes like a storm behind glass.)
Alexandra (swallowing, looking to camera): “Whew… there you have it. Athena has spoken—and Maid Marion, it looks like your next battle may be your greatest test yet. Back to you at ringside.”
(Camera fades out on Athena and Zeus, standing tall like marble statues carved into the walls of fate.)
Hana Nakamura (excitedly): “Minna-san! The time has come! THIS is your MAIN EVENT of the evening here on NPCW Polar Power! Four fierce competitors enter—and only one will emerge as the number one contender to the Queen of the North Championship!”
Vera Steele (measured, confident): “This one is going to be a war of styles, Hana. You’ve got brute force in Mrs. Claus, dark power from Wicked Witch, psychological warfare from Lilith… and pure heart and technique from Maid Marion. This isn’t just a match—it’s a proving ground.”
Hana: “And here we go! The bell rings and it’s already madness! Wicked Witch and Mrs. Claus starting us off—OH! Mrs. Claus charges in with the Christmas Lights Clothesline—but NO! Wicked Witch REVERSES into a powerslam—wait! Reversed again! These two are scrambling like reindeer on ice!”
Vera: “Wicked Witch showing ring awareness early, but Mrs. Claus is deceptively quick—don’t let the gingerbread exterior fool you. She hits like a snow plow.”
Hana: “Oooh, sugoi! Maid Marion with that LOU THESZ PRESS—beautiful classic technique! But Lilith—Lilith just hoists her into the Abyssal Slam! That’s the kind of move that rattles your ribs!”
Vera: “Lilith fights like someone with nothing to lose—unorthodox but devastating. She isn’t here to win popularity contests—she’s here to crush dreams.”
Hana: “This is wild! Look at this—Wicked Witch, Lilith, and Marion all teaming up on Mrs. Claus? What is happening?! A triple assault!”
Vera: “That’s the unpredictability of fatal four-ways. Temporary alliances form fast—but trust me, they fall apart faster.”
Hana (screaming in delight): “Maid Marion with Kiss Goodnight! Wicked Witch follows up with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Lilith wraps her up in the Infernal Embrace! This is madness—pure polar madness!!”
Vera: “Mrs. Claus showing incredible endurance—she’s been the target more than anyone tonight, but she keeps bouncing back. That Claus Crunch Splash is doing serious damage.”
Hana: “BUT WAIT! Lilith hits Demonic Crunch! And here comes Maid Marion—Robin’s Arrow! She nearly took Mrs. Claus' head off! Yabai!”
Vera: “You’re seeing the toll now. Everyone’s slowing down, but no one’s giving up. Wicked Witch lands a perfect Black Magic Backbreaker! Lilith hits the Dread Kick! Mrs. Claus with the Spreading Christmas Joy Hug! This is chaos choreographed in pain.”
Hana (gasping): “AND EVERYONE’S IN THE RING—AAAAHH! Marion with the Arm-Trap Neckbreaker! Lilith responds with an Abyssal Slam! It’s move after move—this crowd is losing it, Vera!”
Vera (smiling slightly): “And so am I.”Hana: “Mrs. Claus trying to hold on—look at her spirit! But Lilith winds up… DREAD KICK!! OH MY GOD!!!”
Vera: “That’s it. That’s it.”
Hana: “She goes for the cover—1! 2! 3! SHŌRI!! Lilith has done it!! LILITH has pinned Mrs. Claus and is your NEW number one contender to the Queen of the North Championship!!”
Vera: “You have to hand it to Lilith—cold, calculating, and relentless. She endured the chaos, picked her shots, and sealed the deal.”
Hana: “And now—she moves on to challenge for the Queen of the North title… and after what we saw tonight, whoever holds that crown better watch their back. Lilith is coming… and she’s bringing hell with her.”
A WOLF’S CHALLENGE
(The bell has just rung. Lilith rises slowly from the mat, a wicked smile spreading across her face as her arm is raised in victory. The crowd buzzes, some in awe, others in fear. The lights dim slightly as Lilith kneels in the center of the ring, whispering to herself, the Queen of the North title now in her sights.)
Hana Nakamura (breathless): “Yattaaaa! Lilith has done it! The Demoness is the number one contender, and what a war she survived to earn it!”
Vera Steele (coolly): “She outlasted three of NPCW’s toughest. Love her or fear her—she earned that title shot tonight.”
(Suddenly, the arena goes dark—A wolf howls pierce through the arena speakers as the Wolf Pack anthem hits. The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and gasps as Moonshadow emerges at the top of the ramp, bathed in icy blue light. Her piercing eyes are locked on Lilith in the ring. She holds a mic, the sneer on her lips barely contained.)
Moonshadow (gritted teeth): “For the past several months... I stood back and watched while the so-called Alpha Witch paraded around with the Queen of the North Championship. Don’t forget—she wouldn’t even be champion if I hadn’t taken it easy on her in our title match. Month after month, I’ve stayed in the top five contenders.
And then—when the blonde bimbo won the title—I should’ve been at the front of the line. But no... once again, the Wolf is disrespected. The Wolf is ignored.”
(The crowd stirs at the tension. In the ring, Lilith calmly walks over to the ropes and is handed a mic. She glares up the ramp with disdain, then lets out a mocking laugh.)
Lilith (voice like poison): “Yip. Yip. Yip. Listen to the little puppy bark.”
(She smirks cruelly.)
Lilith: “So pathetic. You’re just another mutt in a pack of mangy dogs—nothing more. And now you come crawling out here, whining like a stray about what you think you’re owed?
Let me remind you, Moonshadow—you haven’t won a match since before Polar Meltdown.
This business isn’t about your past delusions of grandeur... it’s about what you’ve done lately. And you... you’ve been on your back more times than a—” (The mic cuts briefly as a censorship bleep hits. The crowd GASPS and then pops with a mix of shock and cheers.)
(Moonshadow snarls, her fangs practically bared as she starts pacing atop the ramp.)
Moonshadow (furiously): “If I’m so pathetic, Demoness... then how about next week—on Polar Power—you and me, one-on-one, and the winner gets the title shot?”
(The crowd pops at the challenge. Lilith licks her lips and slowly nods, then chuckles darkly.)
Lilith: “Oh... you’re on, wolfie. Bring your bite... I’ll bring the flames of hell.”
(The two women stare daggers at each other from across the arena as the crowd rumbles in anticipation.)
Hana Nakamura (buzzing): “Yabai! Yabai! Did that just happen!? Moonshadow and Lilith—next week—and the winner gets a shot at the Queen of the North Title!? Omae wa mou shindeiru!”
Vera Steele (steady but intrigued): “This was already a big night, but that just raised the stakes for next week. Lilith may have won tonight, but Moonshadow is no pushover—and she’s more dangerous when she’s disrespected. The Demoness versus the Wolf—now that’s a main event.”
Hana: “Mark your calendars, NPCW Universe! Next week on Polar Power—the road to the Queen of the North goes through hell and the hunt! Good night, everyone!”
(The show fades to black on a split screen of Lilith sneering in the ring and Moonshadow growling on the ramp, the promise of war lingering in the air.)
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