Aired - August 3, 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]
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]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]
[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
[Camera cuts to the North Pole Arena – sold out, buzzing with excitement.]
Fans cheer wildly as the camera pans across the sea of colorful signs:
"Mrs. Claus, Stand By Your Man!"
"Mrs. Claus’s Pancakes Are the Best!" (with syrup art)
"WHERE’S FLIPPERS?" (a penguin silhouette in chains drawn beneath)
"The Blonde Bombshells Are Blowing the Place Up!"
"Fairest of Them All" (with Snow White’s silhouette)
"Howling for Scarlett!" (with a lipstick-smeared wolf print)
"Come Back Mina!" (blood tears drawn from eyes)
“Sweet on Sweetins!” (A tea cup with a lipstick kiss imprint.)
[Cut to the announce desk. Hana Nakamura is pristine in a snowy white suit. Beside her, Vera “Iron Maiden” Steele sports a business blazer.]
Hana Nakamura: Konnichiwa, wrestling faithful, and welcome to another explosive edition of Northern Belles—straight from the icy heart of the North Pole Arena. I’m Hana Nakamura, and sitting beside me, as always, the Iron Maiden herself—former world champion and certified chain breaker—Vera Steele!
Vera “Iron Maiden” Steele: Hana, this place is lit up like the Fourth of July in July and December. The crowd’s buzzing, the card is stacked, and there’s snow flying in every direction. We’ve got new faces, major departures, and a main event that could shake the tag ranks to their core.
Hana: That’s right. Last week saw the shocking exits of Scarlett Howl and Grizelda as they made the jump to HCW. Mina Harker? Gone. Vanished. The vampiress has left the castle, and her absence is already being felt across the division.
Vera: But as one coffin closes, another opens. Tonight, we get the in-ring debut of Snow White—yes, that Snow White—taking on the unpredictable Moon Silver. Plus, the arrival of something darker... La Bruja Muerte joins the Coven, and if last week’s preview was any indication, she’s not just here to cast spells—she’s here to hurt people.
Hana: We also have a rematch with unfinished business—Moonshadow steps into the ring once again with the grounded goddess herself, Mother Earth. Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, battles Lady Frost in a clash of cold-blooded royalty. And in six-woman action, Mrs. Claus teams up with Pearl and Furiosa Ardilla to take on the rising dark storm that is the Witch’s Coven.
Vera: Plus, Athena takes on Gretel in what could be a sleeper hit—one goddess vs one wild hammer-swinging brawler. That one’s going to be nasty. But it all leads to tonight’s non-title main event: the North Star Tag Champs, the Blonde Bombshells, Dorothy and Alice, take on the Queens of Punishment—Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess.
Hana: The titles may not be on the line, but make no mistake—the pride and pecking order of the division are. And if the Queens manage to take out the champs, there’s no denying their claim to a future title shot.
Vera: You ready for this, Hana?
Hana (smiling): The snow is falling, the stars are out, and the Belles are ready to brawl. Let the winter warfare begin.
SWEET SOMETHINGS
“From teacups to tap-outs, Ms. Sweetins sees all.”
A plush, velvet-draped sitting room in deep plum and gold tones. A small crackling fireplace glows in the background. The air smells like lavender and scandal. Ms. Sweetins, dressed in a floor-length satin evening gown with pearls and opera gloves, sits in a high-backed armchair. A lace doily rests on the armrest, and a delicate teacup steams beside her.*
Cue harp music as the screen transitions into the “Sweet Somethings” title card, complete with rose petals and soft piano.
Ms. Sweetins (sipping tea delicately): “Darlings… welcome once again to Sweet Somethings, your weekly infusion of whispered truths and iced tea hotter than a steel chair in a sauna. I’m your ever-watchful hostess, Ms. Sweetins, and tonight, I’m serving secrets steeped in speculation—and just a touch of cinnamon.”
She lowers the cup and leans in with a knowing smile.
Ms. Sweetins: “Let’s begin with the mysterious case of one Miss Mina Harker. Oh, Mina… the velvet vixen of the vampire set. One moment she’s commanding the shadows—and the next, she’s vanished with nothing but a handwritten farewell left in the locker room. Some say she’s chasing an ancient legacy. Others? Whispers tell me she may be en route to Romania… and we all know who sleeps in those castles, don’t we?”
(She raises an eyebrow and sips.)
Ms. Sweetins: “And speaking of emptiness… the Hunter’s Enclave has more gaps than Van Helsing’s moral compass. With Scarlett Howl now prowling over in HCW, and Mina gone with the moonlight, poor Gretel finds herself the last woman standing. Hansel is expected back soon—bless his combat boots—but the team feels… fractured. Van Helsing, our oh-so-honorable leader? My sources say his attention is ahem ‘divided’ lately. Rumors suggest a challenge to his leadership may be brewing. From inside… or out.”
(She gently swirls her tea with a silver spoon, letting that last line hang in the air.)
Ms. Sweetins: “But let’s not dwell solely on despair. Royalty is in the air, dears. First, we had the Queens of Punishment, then the Queens of Despair. But now, entering from the enchanted glade comes Snow White—and her gallant Prince. Oh yes, the Fairest of Them All has arrived at NPCW. But behind the flawless skin and fluttering lashes, there’s steel beneath the silk. Who are they really watching? And are they planning to claim a throne… or dismantle one?”
(She places the spoon down with precision.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Meanwhile, a storm brews in the deepest, darkest corner of the roster. The Demoness herself, Lilith—who ended July as the number one contender—is being denied her crown due to a critical loss to Moonshadow. But a source close to Hell tells me… Lilith is preparing for something ferocious. When she returns to the ring, expect fewer words, more blood, and absolutely no forgiveness.”
Ms. Sweetins (soft chuckle): “I do love a woman scorned.”
(The lighting dims slightly as she folds her gloved hands together.)
Ms. Sweetins: “And now, a question that’s been echoing through the locker room halls like a ghost with sore knees: Where, oh where, are the Monster’s Bash? After a chilling defeat at Polar Meltdown, the ghoulish group has gone strangely silent. Kong and Ogre did pick up a surprise non-title win over the Misfits of Mayhem, but lately? Barely a whisper. And since July 1st, the Alpha Monster himself—our darling Frankenstein—has not been seen. I hear he’s in the shop, getting some adjustments. But just what are they building back there in the lab?”
(She glances to the camera, lips pursed in faux-concern.)
Ms. Sweetins (with gravity): “Before we close tonight, I must say a few words about our missing penguin, Flippers. Sweet, misunderstood Flippers. A creature of fish and fury. He was taken, stolen from the snowy shores of our hearts. And ever since… poor Jack Mason has been unraveling thread by thread. Whoever has him… please, I implore you: return Flippers. Before Jack’s mind freezes over for good.”
(She lifts her tea, eyes serious now.)
Ms. Sweetins: “That’s all for tonight, my little snowflakes. Until next time… remember: in the world of Northern Belles, nothing is colder than the truth.”
Cue outro music and soft fade-out to the “Sweet Somethings” logo.
Hana Nakamura: “Konnichiwa, North Pole Arena! Our opening contest tonight is nothing short of a fairy tale—if fairy tales were soaked in elbow grease and body slams. Tonight, we witness the much-anticipated in-ring debut of Snow White, a new force cloaked in mystery and majesty.”
Vera Steele: “And she’s got her work cut out for her, Hana. Across the ring stands Moon Silver, a fierce brawler from the Wolf Pack. Fast, vicious, and backed up by the pack at ringside. Snow White might be royalty, but she better know how to survive in the wild.”
Hana: “Here we go! Moon Silver circles like a predator, but Snow White—look at her composure, so regal! A quick tie-up and—OH! Gilded Grip! That arm drag into the arm bar, so smooth—subarashii!”
Vera: “Very polished opening by Snow White, but look out—here come the distractions. The Wolf Pack already making their presence felt on the apron. Snow White’s staying focused, but that’s going to add layers to this match.”
Hana: “Snow White answers back with a breathtaking Enchanted Whirl—Tornado DDT! But Moon Silver pops up and—YAA!—HOWLING SLAM! That sidewalk slam shook the ring!”
Vera: “Neither woman giving an inch. These are two athletes who don’t mind taking damage if it means dishing it out harder.”
Hana: “And now—OH! Kiss of Life! A bridging dragon suplex from Snow White—so elegant, so powerful! But wait—Moon Silver BOLTS forward and—ALPHA STRIKE! That was a rib-crusher!”
Vera: “You can feel the tide shifting with every exchange. Every move they hit, the other finds an answer.”
Hana: “Snow White looking for the Kiss of Spite—single knee facebreaker—but Moon Silver blocks it! COUNTER! Big clothesline sends Snow White to the outside! AIIIEEE!”
Vera: “That was nasty. Honest Abbie starts the count. Snow White’s up… and back in by five. That’s resilience.”
Hana: “Snow White with the Thorn Crown Driver! Moon Silver answers with another HOWLING SLAM! The power difference is real, but Snow White is holding her ground!”
Vera: “And did you see that reversal? Snow White spins out of a slam attempt and nails the Apple Splitter! That destroyer landed clean!”
Hana: “Thorn Crown Driver again! That move is becoming her keystone! But—uh oh—the Wolf Pack is stirring again. There’s trouble brewing...”
Vera: “Double attack from the Pack! That’s cheap! And Honest Abbie didn’t catch it—again! But Snow White keeps fighting! Another Enchanted Whirl from her—this girl’s got grit.”
Hana: “Wishing Vine! That hurricanrana hit flush! The pin! Ichi, ni—NO! Moon Silver kicks out at two! So close! So close!”
Vera: “That was perfect execution. Snow White’s timing is really impressive, especially for a debut.”
Hana: “Oh no! The Wolf Pack again—they’ve got her legs! This is not fair!”
Vera: “That just turned the match again. Moon Silver almost steals one, but Snow White KICKS OUT!”
Hana: “Another Kiss of Spite! Snow White’s firing back! And now—YES! Another Thorn Crown Driver! That’s the third one!”
Vera: “She’s worn Moon Silver down. It’s academic now…”
Hana: “Pinfall! Ichi… ni… SAN! She got her! Snow White wins her debut—KATTA!!”
Vera: “That was one of the most technically balanced debuts I’ve ever seen. Snow White adapted to the Wolf Pack’s interference, stayed focused, and found her moments. I’m impressed.”
Hana: “Moon Silver brought her wildness, her strength… but Snow White brought precision, heart, and royal resolve. Omedetou, Snow White-sama! Your kingdom awaits!”
[CAMERA FOLLOWS SNOW WHITE AS SHE STANDS TALL, HAND RAISED. The Prince waits at the top of the ramp, clapping proudly as the crowd shows their approval. The Wolf Pack pull Moon Silver from the ring, snarling, but retreating—for now.]
MOONSHADOW’S CHALLENGE
The segment begins with the gentle hum of backstage noise—distant crowd chants, ring bells, and muffled commentary. Alexandra Jones stands center-frame in a shimmering blue and silver cocktail dress, holding a crystal-tipped microphone. Behind her is a brushed steel NPCW logo backdrop framed by ethereal blue lighting.
Alexandra Jones: "Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined at this time by one of the most unpredictable and relentless competitors in the Northern Belles Division… Moonshadow."
The camera widens as Moonshadow storms into frame—head down, eyes narrowed like a wolf on the hunt, her dark ring gear still dripping with sweat from preparation. She paces behind Alexandra like a caged storm cloud, breathing heavily, never standing still.
Moonshadow: "Mother Earth… she got lucky last time. That’s all that was. A fluke. A slip. A moment where I let her breathe when I should’ve finished the job. But tonight?"
(She steps into the frame, eyes locked on the camera.) "Tonight, I correct the mistake. I bury the myth. I make the planet tremble beneath my boots, and I remind the world why you don’t walk in my shadow unless you’re ready to live there."
She resumes pacing, pulling at the tape on her wrists with sharp tugs.
Moonshadow: *"And Lilith…" (her voice lowers, dripping venom)
"I hear you hissing backstage. I know you're mad. I get it. You thought your name was etched in stone at the top of the rankings. But I carved it off and burned it. I beat you fair and square. That title shot at Shadowfall? That belongs to me. I earned it with blood. You want another shot? Beat someone else. Maybe—maybe—after I win the title, I’ll throw you a bone."
She turns suddenly, stepping right next to Alexandra and speaking directly into the mic now, voice almost growling.
Moonshadow: "And Goldie Locks... you’re strutting around with my crown, calling yourself champion. You’ve been living a fairytale—blonde bombshell, shiny belt, perfect ending. But baby, every fairytale has a dark chapter. So here it is:"
She steps dead center, pointing a finger straight at the camera.
Moonshadow: "At Shadowfall… August 31st… I want you in a Street Fight. No rules. No escape. Just the two of us—and whatever chaos I can drag into that ring. Let’s see how golden you look when the lights go out and the shadows rise."
She rips off her hood and leans in, eyes burning.
Moonshadow: "This isn’t just my era. It’s my reign."
She storms off the set, pushing aside a lighting stand as she exits. Alexandra steps cautiously back into the frame, adjusting her mic.
Alexandra Jones (softly): "There you have it. A warning. A challenge. And a storm on the horizon. Back to ringside."
Fade to ringside.
Hana Nakamura: “Our second match tonight is a rematch steeped in bad blood and full moons. Moonshadow is out to avenge what she’s calling a fluke—her loss to Mother Earth just weeks ago. With the Wolf Pack behind her, you know she’s coming in looking for payback.”
Vera Steele: “And Mother Earth? She’s no stranger to hostile terrain. She’s tough, grounded, and she earned that win last time. But Moonshadow is dangerous when she’s got a score to settle, and from what we saw in her promo earlier… she’s absolutely feral tonight.”
Hana: “And we begin! Both women explode from their corners—oh! Moonshadow with the Lycan Lock early, that Dragon Sleeper is cinched in!”
Vera: “But Mother Earth fires right back with a devastating neckbreaker over the knee! That’s how you neutralize a submission threat early. Both competitors are making statements in the opening minute.”
Hana (excited): “Sugoi! Already a war!”
Vera: “Mother Earth is really using her power here—spinebuster, spear, keeping Moonshadow grounded and breathless.”
Hana: “But Moonshadow… look at her! Even when she’s taking damage, she’s stalking. She’s waiting. Like a wolf in the brush.”
Hana: “And there it is again! Lycan Lock! She’s got it locked in tight this time—itai! Mother Earth won’t tap, but she’s fading…”
Vera: “She’s gutting it out, but you can tell that sleeper is doing serious work. Moonshadow is hunting for a moment to end this.”
Hana: “Forearm smashes from Mother Earth—oi oi oi! They’re landing flush! But Moonshadow returns with a flying kneedrop! And another!”
Vera: “That knee is quickly becoming Moonshadow’s most reliable weapon. When she’s not going for the choke, she’s aiming to cave in your sternum.”
Hana: “Moonshadow spills to the outside after that spinebuster—oh! But she’s up at eight! This is wild—both women are pushing each other to their limits!”
Vera: “Mother Earth just nailed Gaia’s Grace! The 450 Splash! She crushed her with it, but look at Moonshadow, she’s still moving. Resilience like that can turn the tide.”
Hana: “Another flying kneedrop! Moonshadow is relentless! Mother Earth tries to answer—neckbreaker again! Back and forth!”
Vera: “But it’s Moonshadow who’s dictating pace now. She's landed multiple knee strikes and is controlling positioning. This is her match to lose now.”
Hana: “Wait! The Wolf Pack—HOWLING from the apron! Kowai! ‘Honest’ Abbie is distracted!”
Vera: “Smart distraction. That let Moonshadow reset, and Mother Earth is struggling to recover. That Surfboard stretch might’ve been a game-changer if not for the interference.”
Hana: “Moonshadow—LYCAN LOCK again! And now—throws Mother Earth through the ropes! Brutal!”
Vera: “Mother Earth hit the ground hard. That might have knocked the wind clean out of her.”
Hana: “Referee’s count is rising… six… seven… eight… ku! Mother Earth—still down! Nine… TEN!”
Ring Announcer Celeste Orion: "Here is your winner… by count out… MOOOONSHAAADOW!"
Hana: “Moonshadow gets her revenge—by count out—but that fight was brutal! Both women gave it their all. And now… Moonshadow has the momentum going into Shadowfall!”
Vera: “She didn’t pin her, but she beat her. That kneedrop, the sleeper—those are finishers that do real damage over time. Goldie Locks better be watching. This woman is storming her way into that title match.”
Hana (with a smirk): “And I don’t think Moonshadow’s satisfied yet. She’s got the win… but the hunger? That’s still burning.”
HANA NAKAMURA: “Minna-san! Get ready for a royal clash, because it’s Queen versus Queen! Two dynasties that once reigned together are now at war, and it doesn’t get colder or thornier than this! Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, one-half of the Queens of Despair, flanked by that silent hunter of hers… and across from her, the icy empress herself, Lady Frost, representing the Queens of Punishment—and she’s not alone either. The Mad Hatter is back, Vera!”
VERA STEELE: “That’s right, Hana. Both of these women are highly technical and ruthlessly methodical in the ring. What we’re about to witness is chess, not checkers. It’s elegant brutality, and don’t be fooled—there is no love lost between these two camps after Regina and Malice broke away.”
HANA: “OH! Rosalyn wastes no time—locks in the ROYAL CONSTRICTION! Venus de Milo-style double armbar, and she is wrenching it in early!”
VERA: “Lady Frost trying to power out, but Rosalyn has excellent joint control. That’s six points off the bell for Rosalyn. Textbook opening.”
HANA: “CRIMSON REQUIEM! Rosalyn just planted her with that Gotch piledriver!”
VERA: “But Frost fires back with an ICE CUTTER! Both women trading bombs here in the second minute—neither giving an inch!”
HANA: “Ohhhh! Queen’s Gambit Cradle Slam by Rosalyn—beautiful torque on the landing!”
VERA: “But Frost once again fires back with a sharp neckbreaker—these two are mirroring each other, but Rosalyn’s control of the ring is showing.”
HANA: “IYAAAA! Those knife-edge chops! Lady Frost lighting up the chest of Rosalyn!”
VERA: “She’s targeting the upper body now, maybe trying to neutralize the power in Rosalyn’s suplexes. Smart strategy.”
HANA: “Back and forth again—GLASS GARDEN SLAM by Rosalyn, and Lady Frost traps her in the BRIDGING FIGURE EIGHT! That’s a deep stretch!”
VERA: “Rosalyn’s not tapping, but she’s taking damage. Lady Frost is finding her groove.”
HANA: “Motto choppu! More chops! Lady Frost won’t let up—she’s punishing those arms!”
VERA: “That’s the long game—slow Rosalyn down before going for a finish.”
HANA: “OOOH! DAGGER BLOOM from Rosalyn! That hammerlock DDT spikes her!”
VERA: “Lady Frost stuns the crowd with a high-impact facebuster! Every time Rosalyn builds momentum, Frost is there to match it. Uncanny balance between offense and counter-offense.”
HANA: “Queen’s Gambit again! But—ICE CUTTER outta nowhere! She’s going for the pin!”
VERA: “Only a one-count! Rosalyn kicks out quickly!”
HANA: “Ohhh—SCEPTER SNAP! Rosalyn throws her whole body into that German suplex!”
VERA: “Frost answers again—another facebuster. Her resilience is showing, but Huntsman’s lurking… and that always spells danger.”
HANA: “Same moves again! It’s like watching a deadly ballet—these women are so evenly matched!”
VERA: “And neither faction is backing down backstage. These aren’t just personal stakes—they’re factional ones.”
HANA: “CROWN OF THORNS! Fujiwara armbar! Rosalyn is ripping at that shoulder!”
VERA: “Lady Frost hangs on, but the torque on that arm is no joke. Rosalyn is dominating the joint manipulation game now.”
HANA: “Wait—HUNTSMAN just interfered! A blindside shield!”
VERA: “The ref missed it! Frost still lands that somersault senton, but Rosalyn tries to steal the pin!”
HANA: “Frost kicks out! Oohhhh! That was too close! Abunai!”
HANA: “SCEPTER SNAP again from Rosalyn! But Frost counters with a BACKPACK STUNNER! She’s going for it—”
VERA: “ONE! TWO! THREE! That’s it! Lady Frost pins Rosalyn clean! What a finish!”
HANA: “Lady Frost wins the battle of the Queens! Sugoi! What a fight! So technical, so fierce!”
VERA: “And poetic. Lady Frost just proved she’s no pawn—she’s a contender. The Huntsman’s trick didn’t work tonight, but you can bet the feud between the Queens is far from over.”
HANA: “Ohhhh yes. This isn’t checkmate—it’s just the opening gambit in the Queen’s War!”
[Cut to backstage reactions from the Mad Hatter, grinning ear to ear, while Rosalyn seethes and the Huntsman glares toward the curtain.]
MRS CLAUS, PEARL AND FURIOSA ARDILLA
[CAMERA ON: Alexandra stands center frame with her usual mix of poise and genuine intrigue.]
Alexandra Jones: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time are three of Northern Belles’ most formidable competitors—Pearl, Furiosa Ardilla, and of course, the woman known as ‘The Matron of Mayhem’ herself… Mrs. Claus.”
[Camera pans as the trio steps into frame.]
Alexandra (with a subtle lean forward): “Mrs. Claus, I have to ask—the world watched as Santa transformed into Sinister Klaus, seemingly turning his back on everything the North Pole once stood for. It’s left fans and fellow competitors shaken. Do you have any comment?”
[There’s a pause. Mrs. Claus tightens her jaw. The air gets noticeably colder. Her smile is all ice.]
Mrs. Claus (measured, low voice): “I came here tonight to deal with witches, not ghosts of Christmas gone wrong.”
[A long glance from behind her glasses. You can tell the mention of Sinister Klaus stings—but she pivots.]
Mrs. Claus: “The Coven has been spreading their poison unchecked for far too long. Wicked Witch, Abigail Hex, Lilith—each one clawing for power, whispering dark incantations in the shadows. And now… La Bruja Muerte?”
[She removes her sunglasses slowly and locks eyes with Alexandra.]
Mrs. Claus (sharp as a knife): “Just another spell-slinger who doesn’t know her place.”
Alexandra (nodding, adjusting her stance): “And what exactly is her place?”
Mrs. Claus (sternly): “Behind us. At the end of the line. Buried under a snowbank, same as the rest.”
[Pearl nods solemnly in support, her voice calm but commanding.]
Pearl: “The Coven fights with trickery. We fight with precision, power, and purpose. That’s why they fear us. They throw darkness at the wall and pray it sticks… We break walls down.”
[Before Alexandra can ask a follow-up, Furiosa Ardilla jumps in—animated and grinning ear to ear, finger wagging toward the camera.]
Furiosa (firing off rapid Spanish): “¡Esa bruja no tiene idea con quién se ha metido! ¡El poder de Señora Claus, el estilo de Pearl, y mi vuelo en el aire—no hay hechizo que pueda detener eso!”
(Translation: “That witch has no idea who she’s messing with! Mrs. Claus’s power, Pearl’s style, and my high-flying—there’s no spell that can stop that!”)
[Furiosa strikes a quick lucha pose as Pearl smiles slightly and Mrs. Claus simply nods with approval.]
Alexandra (grinning, recovering from the burst of energy): “Well, it sounds like the Coven may have bitten off more than they can cast a curse on. Best of luck tonight.”
Mrs. Claus (as they begin to exit): “They’re going to need more than luck. They’ll need resurrection rites.”
[The trio exits with an air of icy authority and relentless confidence. The camera lingers for a moment on Alexandra, who arches an impressed eyebrow.]
Alexandra Jones (to camera): “If I were the Coven… I’d be checking the skies for a snowstorm—and maybe calling in a few favors from the underworld.”
Hana Nakamura: Welcome back to Northern Belles! I am Hana Nakamura, and oohh, I’m so excited for this one! Six-woman tag team action on the way—power, style, high-flying and a whole lotta grudges! This is going to be tsuyoi, Vera!
Vera "The Iron Maiden" Steele: No doubt about it, Hana. On one side, you’ve got the seasoned and commanding Mrs. Claus leading a very dynamic trio. Pearl brings technical bite, and Furiosa Ardilla brings the speed and fire. But across the ring? The Coven are chaos incarnate—Wicked Witch and Willow are proven dark tacticians, and La Bruja Muerte is already proving to be one of the most disruptive new entries in the division. Buckle in.
Hana Nakamura: Hai! And starting things off it’s Furiosa Ardilla and La Bruja Muerte! La Bruja with that eerie calm, but Furiosa charges in—DDT! Boom! That was sharp like a katana! She plants her head right into the canvas!
Vera Steele: Nice execution from Furiosa. Clean, tight form. You can see she’s been training hard. And look at this—follows up with that stunning Axe Kick! Muerte didn’t even see it coming.
Hana Nakamura: ¡Ay caramba! La Bruja is reeling, and here comes Mrs. Claus! Wooooh! Big CLAUS CRUNCH—that standing splash just crushed Muerte’s midsection!
Vera Steele: Textbook tag wrestling. Quick tags, keeping the opponent off balance. Mrs. Claus makes the tag to Pearl now—and Pearl wastes no time, locking in that Scissored Armbar!
Hana Nakamura: The technical surgeon is at work! Pearl twisting that shoulder—La Bruja doesn’t submit, but oooh she’s hurting. She rolls to the outside—wait—La Bruja with a surprise apron dive! CRASH! Crossbody connects!
Vera Steele: Impressive risk from La Bruja. It bought her just enough breathing room—and yes, here comes Wicked Willow.
Hana Nakamura: Hai! Wicked Willow now stepping in, but Pearl is undaunted! She’s going for the TOOTH EXTRACTOR again—wait! Willow neutralizes it! Nice counter! Very suteki ring awareness from the Coven member.
Vera Steele: Wicked Witch tags in now—Pearl’s about to face the architect of the Coven’s malice. But oh ho! Wait, double team! Mrs. Claus with the Rolling Pin Forearm Smash! Pearl hits the Extractor, and bang! Wicked Witch still lands a Neckbreaker mid-chaos!
Hana Nakamura: Everyone’s down! Everyone’s down! This is a sensou—a war!
Vera Steele: Back up—both legal women now trading shots. Pearl hits that spinning back elbow, but Wicked Witch retaliates with a DDT! This is turning into a slugfest.
Hana Nakamura: And now—more double action! Furiosa back in—Running Axe Handles! A Jumping Cutter from her too! BOOM! But Wicked Witch somehow hangs in and gets a Neckbreaker again! What is fueling this dark queen?
Vera Steele: All six women are in now—this is pure bedlam! The crowd is roaring!
Hana Nakamura: OH MY GOD! Look at that—Furiosa with the Axe Kick, Mrs. Claus with the Rolling Pin Smash, but La Bruja hits the Curse Breaker! Wicked Willow with a BEARHUG! And Wicked Witch! Guillotine Choke?! This is madness!!!
Vera Steele: Bodies flying, chaos everywhere—this is what a grudge match looks like.
Hana Nakamura: Back to just Pearl and Wicked Witch now—THE TOOTH EXTRACTOR! And now—TOOTH BUSTER! Bulldog!! That’s it! That’s it! She covers—
Crowd: ONE… TWO… THREE!!
Hana Nakamura: YATTA!!! She got her! She pinned Wicked Witch! Pearl seals the win for the team!
Vera Steele: That was a statement victory. Pearl, Furiosa, and Mrs. Claus may have just dealt a massive blow to the Coven tonight.
Hana Nakamura: And you can feel the message sent! Mrs. Claus didn’t say much earlier—but her fists told the story! Incredible fight! Ohhh, what a match!
Mrs. Claus, Pearl, and Furiosa stand tall in the center of the ring, raising each other’s arms. The Coven regroup on the outside, seething, with Morrigan whispering sinister counsel to the stunned La Bruja. Wicked Witch clutches her jaw, eyes burning with vengeance.
Hana Nakamura (softly): Something tells me… this isn’t over.
Vera Steele: Not even close, Hana. Not even close.
Hana Nakamura: Here we go! It’s time for Match Five, and this one… this one feels divine, Vera! Athena, the battle-born goddess of the ring, steps into action tonight with her ever-watchful second, Zeus, in her corner.
Vera Steele: And across from her stands Gretel—no longer just a fairy tale, but a legitimate fighter with a reputation for grit and striking precision. She’s been picking up momentum, and I’ll say this now, Hana: if Athena underestimates her for even a second, she’ll be tasting that Superkick.
Hana Nakamura: Hai! I have been waiting all night for this one! Let the battle begin!
Hana Nakamura: Athena storms out of the gate and—BAM! Shield Bash in the corner! Gretel gets rocked—but wait! Enzuigiri! Out of nowhere! Sugoi! What a counter!
Vera Steele: That’s exactly what I mean. Gretel absorbs the hit and immediately fires back—her awareness and timing are sharp tonight.
Hana Nakamura: Gretel with another Enzuigiri! Soku zoku suru! She’s keeping Athena off balance. But Athena powers through—locking her up—SHOULDER THRUST again in the corner! Yatta! The goddess doesn’t yield!
Vera Steele: That’s textbook resilience from Athena. She absorbs damage and keeps advancing. But she’s taking some clean hits—here’s Gretel with a Half Nelson Suplex! Perfect snap!
Hana Nakamura: Athena’s head bounced off the mat! Oooooh! That was brutal! But Athena fights up—again into the corner—another Shield Bash! But Gretel spins—SPINNING HEEL KICK! WHAP! Right to the temple!
Vera Steele: That’s picture-perfect striking from Gretel. She’s taking a very even approach—measured, efficient. But now—oh! Here comes Athena with THE HUNTRESS SPEAR!
Hana Nakamura: OOOHHHHH!! Spear mecha hayai! But Gretel still gets her foot up—SUPERKICK! That sound! It echoed through the arena like thunder from Zeus himself!
Vera Steele: And both women are down—but not out. Athena now hoisting her—GODDESS BOMB! Huge powerbomb! But Gretel with the counter-roll—Fireman’s Carry into the spin! Beautiful balance!
Hana Nakamura: Athena's not staying down! She spins Gretel—OWL WING BACKBREAKER! CRACK! That shook the ring! Gretel’s back must be screaming!
Vera Steele: No wasted motion from Athena now—she knows she has to pour it on. But Gretel fires back with another Rolling Fireman’s Carry. That’s two now—she’s wearing the goddess down!
Hana Nakamura: W-Wait! Athena scoops her up again—WISDOM’S WRATH!! It’s over!
Vera Steele: That Pedigree variant plants Gretel—but she kicks out at two! What heart!
Hana Nakamura: Zeus tries to interfere—COMMAND OF THE SKIES! But Gretel neutralizes it! Yatta! She took Zeus out of the equation!
Vera Steele: That’s presence of mind—ring IQ at its finest.
Hana Nakamura: But now Athena lifts her up again—GORILLA PRESS! PALLAS DROP!!! SLAM! Gretel is down!
Vera Steele: This is it. That drop was devastating. Athena hooks the leg—
Hana Nakamura: Ichi... Ni... San!!! Athena gets the three count!
Vera Steele: Impressive effort by Gretel tonight—she showed tremendous poise and skill. But Athena’s power and pace in the final minutes sealed the deal.
Hana Nakamura: What a fight! Athena stands tall—but Gretel walks out with respect! This was classic, Vera-san! Wrestling saikou!
Vera Steele: Couldn’t agree more. The warrior goddess wins tonight—but Gretel just climbed another rung on the Northern Belles ladder.
[Camera shows Athena and Zeus standing tall on the turnbuckle, while Gretel, clutching her back, nods stoically from the aisle, never breaking eye contact.]
BLONDE BOMBSHELLS
[Scene: Backstage at the North Pole Arena – a branded NPCW step-and-repeat banner stands behind Alexandra Jones, who’s holding her mic confidently. Flanking her are the Blonde Bombshells – Goldie Locks dressed in gold-accented ring gear with the Queen of the North title over her shoulder, Dorothy in ruby-red ring boots and braids, and Alice in her signature blue skirt gear and leather jacket, both holding the North Star Tag Team titles proudly.]
Alexandra Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, Alexandra Jones here backstage at Northern Belles, and I am joined by the reigning—and I do mean reigning—Queen of the North Champion Goldie Locks, and the North Star Tag Team Champions Dorothy and Alice—the Blonde Bombshells!
First off, Dorothy, Alice—you’ve got a non-title match tonight against Crimson Viper and the Dark Duchess. Now the last time you four were in the ring together was the finals of the North Star Tag Tournament back in June, and you two walked out with the gold. Do you see tonight as a chance to silence any doubts or unfinished business?
Dorothy: No unfinished business on our end, Alexandra. We beat them fair and square in the middle of the ring to win these belts.
Alice: But if Viper and Duchess want to try again tonight, maybe relive their heartbreak one more time? Hey, we’re generous like that. They can eat another L for dessert.
Dorothy (smirking): We're not just here to defend titles—we’re here to defend our legacy. They want a fight? Let’s dance.
Alexandra Jones: Speaking of competition—Goldie, I have to ask. There’s no shortage of challengers eyeing your crown. You've got Moonshadow casting long shadows, Lilith whispering in dark corners, Mrs. Claus with her righteous fury, the Wicked Witch scheming as always, and now even Maid Marian has thrown her name in the mix. How do you plan to stay on top with all these wolves at your door?
Goldie Locks (smiles, measured and confident): You don't get to sit on this throne by accident, Alexandra. Every single name you mentioned—talented, dangerous... sure. But they’re all too busy circling each other, clawing for scraps.
I don’t chase chaos—I command it. While they play their little mind games, I’ve been building an empire. These women beside me? Unshakable. The crown isn’t slipping. It’s settling in.
Alexandra Jones: Well said—but let’s talk about Shadowfall. The rumors are swirling, and I have to ask—any truth to the whispers that you’re stepping into a Street Fight with Moonshadow?
Goldie Locks (pauses just long enough to build tension, then lifts the mic toward her own mouth): Oh, it’s not a rumor anymore. It’s reality. Moonshadow—since Polar Meltdown, you’ve been chasing my shadow, hiding in the dark, hoping the Queen slips.
So here’s your shot. At Shadowfall, in a Street Fight, no rules, no ropes to hide behind—I’m gonna show the world why I wear the gold and why you still live in the shadows.
Dorothy (chiming in): And if the rest of the Pack wants to poke their noses in? They’ll get dropped just like they did last time.
Alice: Moonshadow better bring more than smoke and mirrors. Because Goldie doesn’t just survive chaos—she runs it.
Goldie, Dorothy and Alice in unison: And remember we are the Blonde Bombshells and we are here to BLOW THE PLACE UP … KABOOM!.
Alexandra Jones (nodding to camera): There you have it. Titles defended. Statements made. And at Shadowfall… a Street Fight under the northern lights. The Queen is ready. The Bombshells are locked in.
Back to ringside—because things are heating up fast here at Northern Belles!
[Camera fades out on the confident trio holding up their titles under the backstage lights.]
Hana Nakamura: Minna-san! We are back in the North Pole Arena, and it's main event time! We’ve got a classic rivalry here—the Blonde Bombshells, your North Star Tag Team Champions, taking on the dangerous and unrelenting Queens of Punishment! And joining me as always, my colleague—the Iron Maiden herself—Vera Steele!
Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele: Thanks, Hana. You can already feel the tension in the air. This is more than just a non-title match—it’s a statement game. Last time these two teams clashed, the Bombshells walked out with the gold. You better believe Crimson Viper and Dark Duchess want to rewrite that ending tonight.
Hana Nakamura: Hajimarimashita! And we are underway! Alice starting off with fire—look at the teamwork already! Sugoi! A beautiful double kneeddrop from Alice, followed by Dorothy with that crisp Emerald City Elbow!
Vera Steele: Fantastic tandem rhythm. These two are functioning like a single organism. But Crimson Viper answers back with a sitout powerbomb! That’s raw power, and she landed it flush.
Hana Nakamura: Round two and the Bombshells keep the pressure on! Alice with an Over-the-Shoulder Armdrag—very fluid—and Dorothy connects with that One-Armed Neckbreaker Slam! Itai! Crimson Viper eats it but responds again with her signature snap suplex sequence!
Vera Steele: Viper’s repetition is impressive—tight, aggressive execution every time. She's wearing Alice down.
Hana Nakamura: Third minute—Alice BAM! lands a superkick, but Dorothy’s out of rhythm this round. Viper takes the hit, doesn’t go down—tough desu ne!
Vera Steele: Now Alice has to go it alone. But she keeps hitting—Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana! She’s relentless!
Hana Nakamura: Oh! But wait! Viper reverses the armdrag attempt and Snap Suplexes Alice again! That’s the fifth time she’s hit that combo!
Vera Steele: And now tags all around. Dorothy’s in, and—Spinebuster! She nearly folds Duchess in half. Goes for a pin—1…2…kickout! A bit early for that one.
Hana Nakamura: Alice back in but Aahh! Dark Duchess from the top rope! Corner Diving Double Knees! That was itai itai itai! devastating!
Vera Steele: Very high-impact from Duchess. And now they keep the pressure rotating—quick tags and sharp holds. That’s good strategy.
Hana Nakamura: Dorothy fires back with a bodyslam and then the Kansas Cyclone! Waa sugoi! And look—Mad Hatter tries to interfere with the tea trick—but Dorothy shrugs it off and floors Duchess with a kick out of the ring!
Vera Steele: Dorothy is showing composure beyond her years. She saw that one coming and reversed it beautifully.
Hana Nakamura: Alice comes in hot—Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb! That could be it—ichi, ni… NO! Duchess kicks out! Wait—Mad Hatter blinds Alice with confetti! Uso!
Vera Steele: That’s the danger of these wildcards at ringside. It’s chaos. And now Viper’s back in, hitting Alice with everything she’s got—snap suplex, sitout powerbomb—Alice is in real trouble!
Hana Nakamura: Hold on! Alice counters the nonsense taunt with a Tilt-a-Whirl Small Package! 1…2… broken up by Duchess! Aaahh! That was so close!
Vera Steele: That was pure instinct. Alice nearly stole it. But the Queens are swarming again.
Hana Nakamura: Now it’s all four in the ring—Alice with the Superkick, Dorothy with a Spinebuster, Viper with the German Suplex, Duchess with the Straightjacket Choke—it’s chaos! Zenin da!
Vera Steele: Momentum’s swinging with every exchange. These are championship-caliber teams in peak condition.
Hana Nakamura: Dorothy tags in, hits the Tornado DDT—KANSAS CYCLONE! But Mad Hatter tries to throw hot tea—he misses! Viper tagged in, back and forth—oh no! Dorothy walks into a sixth Successive Snap Suplexes from Viper!
Vera Steele: Viper’s got her number. And now… here comes the cover.
Hana Nakamura: Ichi… ni… san! That’s it! It’s over! Crimson Viper pins Dorothy! The Queens of Punishment just scored a massive win in this non-title main event!
Vera Steele: They earned that one. The Blonde Bombshells had momentum early, but the Queens adjusted, used their resources—legal and otherwise—and pulled off the win. Viper was on another level tonight.
Hana Nakamura: Yatta! What a battle! What a main event! If this is what we get in a non-title match, Shadowfall could be yabai! Could we see the Queens get another shot at the gold?
Vera Steele: After tonight? You bet they’re in the conversation.
Hana Nakamura: Northern Belles always brings the drama—and tonight was no exception! From the North Pole Arena, I’m Hana Nakamura with Vera Steele—oyasumi nasai, NPCW fans! We'll see you back here in 2 weeks!
THE HUNT IS ON
The camera pans through the warm, timeworn wooden interior of a secluded pub nestled deep in the Swiss Alps. A hunter’s rifle is mounted above the hearth. The flicker of the fire dances across the ancient stone walls. Locals drink in quiet clusters, speaking in hushed tones over mugs of dark ale and schnapps.
In a far corner, almost swallowed by the shadows, sits a solitary woman.
She wears a heavy crimson hooded cloak, its cowl drawn low over her head, though vivid red hair slips free in long waves down her shoulder. Her gloved fingers curl around a large pewter mug of ale, half-drunk. The expression on her face is unreadable—but her eyes… cold, sharp, and calculating.
Though her name is not spoken, her presence commands attention even without it.
She’s not drinking for merriment. She’s watching. Waiting.
Across from her, a flickering old television screen bolted above the bar changes channels. The barman, bored and muttering to himself in Swiss German, lands on HCW High Voltage – July 20 Replay.
The sound kicks in, grainy but clear:
HCW ANNOUNCER (TV):
“Scarlett Howl has done it! She’s won the battle royal! And the case contains a contract for the Women’s World title”
The woman’s eyes snap to the screen like a predator locking onto prey.
There she is—Scarlett Howl—celebrating on the screen, fists in the air, soaked in sweat, the HCW logo glowing behind her.
The woman’s jaw tightens.
Her pale fingers slowly clench around the mug. She drains the rest of the ale in a single long pull, then slams the tankard down onto the wood—hard.
It echoes across the bar like a gunshot.
A startled waitress, drying a glass nearby, approaches the corner table.
WAITRESS (with a friendly smile):
“Where you off to in such a hurry, honey? Storm’s rolling in outside.”
The woman rises slowly, her full height imposing in silhouette beneath the crimson cloak. Her voice is low, gravelly, and full of barely restrained fury:
WOMAN (gruffly):
“The North Pole.”
Without another word, she pulls the hood tighter around her face and heads toward the door. As it creaks open, the cold wind howls in, stirring embers in the fireplace. The camera lingers on her boots crunching into the snowy path outside.
The screen fades to black.
[TEXT ON SCREEN:]
“Who watches the wolves when the hunter’s away?”
Northern Belles returns August 17
Shadowfall looms.
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