Aired - September 7, 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]
Moonshadow wrestling Goldie Locks for the Queen of the North title at Shadowfall.
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]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]
[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
The broadcast fades in from the fiery Northern Belles opening package. The North Pole Arena is alive with anticipation, fans waving signs, flashing homemade merch, and chanting the names of their favorite stars.
🎥 Blonde Bombshells (Goldie, Dorothy, Alice)
“KABOOM! 💣💋” in glittering gold and hot pink.
A sign with caricatures of Goldie, Dorothy, and Alice posing like Charlie’s Angels.
Kids in the front row wearing golden sunglasses and “Bombshell Brigade” shirts.
A teenage fan with a sign reading: “Goldie = MY Queen of the North 👑”
🎥 Moonshadow
“LUNAR LEGEND 🌙✨” with glow-in-the-dark paint.
A pack of fans in wolf masks holding up a banner: “HOWL FOR MOONSHADOW 🐺”
A young girl holding a homemade “Moonshadow #1” sign covered in silver glitter and stars.
Glow bracelets and light-up crescent moons shining from the upper decks.
🎥 Crimson Vane
“LONG LIVE THE CRIMSON COURT 🩸👑” painted in gothic script.
A fan in crimson war paint with “VANE 4 QUEEN” across their chest.
“BLEED RED” written across a giant black banner with fake blood splatter effects.
A small group in cosplay as “Vane’s Crimson Guard,” holding toy spears aloft.
🎥 Mrs. Claus
“MRS. C = THE HEART OF NPCW ❤️🎄”
A family with kids in Santa hats holding up “TEAM CLAUS” signs.
“NAUGHTY LIST? SHE’LL TEACH YOU NICE!”
Fans waving Christmas bells whenever her name comes up.
🎥 Lilith the Demoness
“ALL HAIL THE DEMON QUEEN 👹👑” in red fire lettering.
Fans with red horns and black cloaks chanting “LI-LITH! LI-LITH!”
A chilling sign: “THE NORTH BELONGS TO THE NIGHT.”
A fan holding up a replica black crown with crimson jewels.
🎥 Wicked Witch
“DING DONG THE WITCH IS CHAMP 🧹✨”
A green-skinned face-painted fan cackling at the camera with a Wicked Witch shirt.
“SPELLBOUND BY THE WITCH!”
A child holding a toy broomstick with “FLY WITCH FLY” scrawled down the shaft.
The noise crescendos as the camera pulls from the signs and settles at the announce desk.
[Hana Nakamura and Vera Steele sit side by side, the arena roaring behind them.]
Hana Nakamura (calm, authoritative): “Konbanwa, NPCW Universe, and welcome to Northern Belles Episode 008! We are live from the world-famous North Pole Arena, and you can feel the excitement in the air tonight. I am Hana Nakamura—your host, your guide—and beside me, a woman who knows what it takes to stand tall in this division, Vera Steele.”
Vera Steele (measured, veteran tone): “Thank you, Hana. What a crowd tonight—we’ve got Bombshells fans, Demon Queen loyalists, and even Crimson Court diehards. And they’re all here for one reason: the best women’s wrestling in the world, right here on Northern Belles.”
Hana Nakamura: “Hai, hai! And Vera, what a turbulent week it has been in NPCW. Just days ago, at Shadowfall, Moonshadow shocked the world—defeating Goldie Locks to become the Queen of the North Champion.”
Vera Steele: “Absolutely, Hana. It was the moment Moonshadow had dreamed of—proof that her perseverance paid off. But then… Wrestlefest happened. Less than 24 hours later, Lilith, the Demon Queen, tore that dream away and claimed the crown for herself.”
Hana Nakamura (voice rising with excitement): “Sou desu yo! (That’s right!) Tonight, Lilith defends her Queen of the North Championship for the very first time… against none other than Goldie Locks! The former champion wants her gold back—and she’s not coming alone. The Bombshells are always a factor.”
Vera Steele (shaking head slightly): “This main event could define the future of the division, Hana. Lilith has the power, the aura, and that ruthless streak. Goldie has the experience, the flash, and the crowd behind her. It’s the irresistible force versus the immovable object tonight.”
Hana Nakamura: “And that’s not all—we have a full night of action before we reach that main event, starting with Athena colliding with Mrs. Claus. Classic strength versus experience.”
Vera Steele: “Then it’s Pearl against the rising Moon Silver—two young athletes with a lot to prove. Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, meets Penny Coppersnap in what could be a sleeper match. Snow White takes on the tricky Thimble Hex. And don’t forget—tag team action: the Grimm Sisters battle Dark Ritual.”
Hana Nakamura (leaning in, intensity in her voice): “But it is our main event—Lilith versus Goldie Locks for the Queen of the North Title—that will have the entire world watching. Can the Demon Queen reign supreme… or will the Bombshell of all Bombshells reclaim her throne?”
Vera Steele (smiling): “Either way, the North Pole Arena is ready. This place is electric. Let’s go over to Ms. Sweetins for tonight’s Sweet Somethings.”
SWEET SOMETHINGS
“From teacups to tap-outs, Ms. Sweetins sees all.”
The lights dim softly as whimsical harp music plays. A spotlight glows on a lavishly decorated corner of the set: crimson velvet curtains, a golden-framed mirror, and a plush high-back armchair. Ms. Sweetins, ever poised, sits with perfect posture in a glittering midnight-blue evening gown, a delicate string of pearls at her neck. She gently stirs her teacup, then looks directly at the camera with a sly smile.
Ms. Sweetins (warm but arch): “Good evening, darlings… and welcome to Sweet Somethings, where your ever-devoted Ms. Sweetins peels back the satin veil of propriety to share a little sugar… and perhaps a dash of spice.”
(She sips her tea, raises an eyebrow.)
1. Lilith & Robin Hood
“Now, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. But the picture currently sweeping the North Pole is worth at least ten thousand. Yes, that picture—our Demon Queen, Lilith, locking lips with none other than Robin Hood. Oh my, the tongues wagged faster than the shutters clicked! But I must ask… is this passion? Or is it ploy? Is Grinch Heyman once again pulling strings to unsettle poor Robin’s focus? And what, pray tell, will Maid Marian think when she sees her beloved archer entangled in such infernal romance? Oh my dears, this is a story destined for scandal.”
2. Sisters Reunited
(She leans forward, conspiratorial tone.)
“And speaking of family matters—have you heard? Whispers float through the locker room that a certain trio of sisters are on the verge of reunion. Two are already here among our ranks, but is the jewel of the family—the gem, if you will—not far behind? Imagine, my loves, the division trembling at the thought of three united siblings. The bond of blood, the strength of sisterhood—can the division contain it?”
3. Trouble in the Pack
(Her expression turns sly, stirring her tea slowly.)
“But all is not well under the silver moon. Rumor has it that Moonshadow, our fierce huntress, is less than pleased with her Alpha’s leadership. She expected the pack’s full howl behind her quest to reclaim the Queen of the North Title. Instead, she found only silence in the trees. My sources whisper that this dissatisfaction could lead to a rift. Will Moonshadow break away, or perhaps even challenge the Alpha themselves? A pack divided, darlings, is prey waiting to be devoured.”
4. Beauty and Beast Tag Team
(She chuckles lightly, eyes glimmering.)
“And what’s this I hear of a new team on the horizon? The very essence of contrast: beauty and beast, grace and savagery, a pairing that could make even the stoic stars blush. The talk backstage is that these two are already eying the North Star Tag Team Titles. But can beauty tame the beast? Or will the beast corrupt the beauty? Either way, the current champions had best polish their belts—competition is coming.”
5. The Coven’s Next Spell
(She leans back with theatrical gravitas.)
“Lastly, the Coven. Once dominant, now faltering, they find themselves in reflection. A cauldron without fire, a spellbook left unopened… but not for long, I suspect. When witches stumble, they do not surrender—they conjure. And my intuition says new magic is brewing. What incantations will Wicked Witch and her dark sisters weave to reclaim their power? Stay wary, dear hearts—the Coven’s lull is never permanent.”
Closing
(Ms. Sweetins sets her teacup down delicately and smiles knowingly at the camera.)
“And so, darlings, the whispers of tonight become tomorrow’s headlines. In the North, nothing is ever as it seems—alliances crack, love becomes weapon, and magic lingers in the air. Until next time… may your evenings be sweet, and your secrets sweeter still.”
[She gives a small, regal wave as the camera fades back to the arena, the crowd buzzing over her tidbits.]
Hana Nakamura (measured, setting the stage): “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our opening contest of the evening here on Northern Belles! The goddess of the squared circle, Athena, accompanied tonight by Zeus, faces none other than the heart of NPCW herself—Mrs. Claus.”
Vera Steele (balanced, veteran tone): “This is an intriguing match, Hana. Athena brings raw power, technical skill, and the cunning presence of Zeus in her corner. But Mrs. Claus—she’s beloved, resilient, and she’s proven time and again she can withstand punishment and come back swinging.”
Hana Nakamura (firm): “Hai. And with ‘Fast Count’ Frank as our referee tonight, let us see how order will hold in this battle.”
[BELL RINGS – MATCH BEGINS]
Athena wastes no time—she snares Mrs. Claus in a GORGON CLUTCH, driving her knee into the back while wrenching her chin.
Hana Nakamura: “Athena with the Gorgon Clutch—tsuyoi! (Strong!) Mrs. Claus is trapped early!”
Vera Steele: “That’s textbook from Athena. Apply pressure right away, test the stamina of your opponent. But Mrs. Claus is tough; this won’t be enough to keep her down.”
Mrs. Claus fights back, catching Athena off guard with a sudden JOLLY HOLLY SUPLEX!
Hana Nakamura (excited): “OHHH! A beautiful suplex! Mrs. Claus sending Athena flying—yatta!”
Vera Steele (impressed): “That’s the veteran savvy. She absorbed the early punishment and answered with explosiveness. Don’t underestimate Mrs. Claus’ ring IQ.”
Zeus climbs onto the apron, distracting “Fast Count” Frank with booming theatrics—Command of the Skies. Mrs. Claus tries to keep focus, but the referee’s eyes are turned.
Hana Nakamura (shaking head): “Zeus, causing distraction! This is the danger, Vera—Athena always has a thunderbolt in her corner.”
Vera Steele: “Exactly, Hana. If Athena can’t win outright, Zeus tips the scale. Mrs. Claus needs to keep her composure.”
4th Minute Mrs. Claus tries to hurl Athena to the floor, but Athena holds firm, countering.
Hana Nakamura: “Attempted throw—Athena stops it cold! She will not be moved so easily.”
Vera Steele: “That’s sheer strength. Athena’s base is incredible. Mrs. Claus has to pick her spots carefully.”
Mrs. Claus soars with a Flying Dropkick—but Athena catches her out of the air, countering with the HELM BREAKER from the middle turnbuckle!
Hana Nakamura (burst of excitement): “HELM BREAKER! Kami-samaaaa! (My goodness!) That impact reverberated through the whole arena!”
Vera Steele (serious): “That was picture-perfect timing. Mrs. Claus took a risk, and Athena punished her for it. That’s why Athena’s so dangerous—her counters hit like hammers.”
Athena reapplies the GORGON CLUTCH, wrenching down hard.
Hana Nakamura: “Back to the Gorgon Clutch, Athena relentless! Mrs. Claus caught again!”
Vera Steele: “This is smart. She knows that hold weakens the back, takes away power from Mrs. Claus’ suplex game. Strategic repetition.”
Athena powers Mrs. Claus into the air for a PALLAS DROP, but Mrs. Claus chops away with a sharp Back Hand Chop on the way down!
Hana Nakamura: “Pallas Drop! But Mrs. Claus fighting back—chop after chop, ooooh!”
Vera Steele (smiling): “That’s grit. Athena landed big, but Mrs. Claus made her pay for it. Neither woman is giving an inch.”
Athena charges for the HUNTRESS SPEAR—Mrs. Claus locks in the CLAUS CLUTCH right after impact!
Hana Nakamura (fast, excited): “Huntress Spear connects—but Mrs. Claus—CLAUS CLUTCH! Camel Clutch locked in!”
Vera Steele: “Brilliant counter wrestling. She took the damage but transitioned instantly into her own submission. That’s experience at work. Can Athena withstand it?”
Hana Nakamura (tense): “She is not tapping! Athena refusing to submit!”
Chaos erupts. Zeus strikes again with Lightning Rod Interference, dazzling the referee. Mrs. Claus powers Athena overhead with another Jolly Holly Suplex—but the distraction opens the door. Athena lands atop Mrs. Claus and hooks the legs for a pin!
Hana Nakamura (outraged): “Zeus again! Interference—unbelievable! Athena stealing the cover—ichi… ni… san!”
[BELL RINGS]
Vera Steele (measured): “And that’s it. Athena picks up the victory—but Hana, there’s no mistaking that Zeus made the difference. Without that interference, this might have ended very differently.”
Hana Nakamura (somber, then heated): “Hai…hai. The record books will say Athena victorious, but the story is clear—Zeus’ hand was heavy in this outcome. Mrs. Claus fought valiantly, but the thunderclouds of Mount Olympus overshadowed her tonight.”
[CAMERA CUTS to Athena and Zeus celebrating arrogantly in the ring while Mrs. Claus is helped up by the referee. The crowd boos heavily.]
LILITH, DEMONIC QUEEN OF THE NORTH
The shot opens inside Lilith’s private dressing room. Red velvet drapes hang heavy over the walls, candles flicker low, casting ominous shadows. At the center sits a black-and-crimson throne where Lilith, the Demoness and Queen of the North Champion, reclines with regal confidence. Her title belt gleams, not across her waist, but in the greedy hands of her advocate Grinch Heyman, who cradles it with a smug smile. Behind them, a silent, hulking figure — Abaddon, the Demon of Destruction — stands watch, arms folded like a statue from hell.
Standing to the side with a microphone in hand, Alexandra Jones straightens her blazer, keeping her voice professional but her posture tense.
Alexandra Jones (bright, professional tone): “Ladies and gentlemen, I am backstage in the presence of the Queen of the North Champion herself—Lilith. First of all, congratulations on your victory at Wrestlefest, where you captured the Queen of the North Championship.”
[Lilith leans forward in her throne, lips curling into a sly smile. She tilts her head, almost mockingly acknowledging the praise, while Grinch pats the belt as if it were his own child.]
Alexandra (continuing, steady tone): “But as champion, you now face the reality of a mandatory rematch. Moonshadow will receive her opportunity to reclaim the title. Many would say she’s hungrier than ever, after her short one-day reign. How do you respond to Moonshadow’s challenge?”
Lilith (chuckling darkly, voice dripping with disdain): “Oh, Moonshadow… the little wolf pup who howled at the moon for one fleeting night. One day, Alexandra. Twenty-four pitiful hours with this crown in her hands.”
(She leans forward, tapping the side of the belt in Grinch’s grasp with her crimson-painted nail.)
Lilith: “She wasn’t strong enough to keep it. She wasn’t worthy enough to wear it. And when she dares step into my realm again, I will snuff her out like the dying ember she is. The Demon Queen reigns eternal… and Moonshadow? She was nothing but a shadow passing in the dark.”
(Lilith leans back, laughing softly. Abaddon looms closer in the background, a silent reminder of her power.)
Alexandra (pressing on, calm professionalism): “Tonight, though, you have your first title defense—and it’s against Goldie Locks in our main event. What are your thoughts heading into this match?”
[Lilith’s smile widens. She sits up straighter, eyes narrowing with devilish glee.]
Lilith (slow, confident): “Goldie Locks is a pretty little doll. Shiny, golden, adored by the crowd… but dolls break, Alexandra. Tonight, she will not be an issue. Isn’t that right… Grinch?”
[Lilith turns her head, eyes gleaming. Grinch Heyman beams proudly, stroking the title belt like a trophy.]
Grinch Heyman (slick, smug): “Goldie’s time is over. Tonight, the spotlight belongs to the Demon Queen. Forever may she reign.”
Alexandra (hesitant, then direct): “There’s one more thing, Lilith. A picture surfaced last week that’s caused… quite a stir. It shows you kissing Robin Hood. Can you comment on that?”
[Lilith bursts into a low, devilish laugh, leaning back on her throne. She toys with her hair, eyes sparkling with wicked delight.]
Lilith: “Oh, Alexandra… there is no man who can resist my charms. Not Robin Hood, not anyone. They are drawn to me like moths to flame… even if it burns them alive.”
(She suddenly leans forward, eyes locked on Alexandra, and with deliberate seduction strokes the side of Alexandra’s cheek with her fingers. The crowd watching on the screens in the arena reacts audibly with gasps and boos.)
Lilith (soft, sultry): “And it’s not just men… is it? No woman can resist me either.”
[Alexandra stiffens, visibly uncomfortable. She immediately takes half a step back, collecting herself as a professional.]
Alexandra Jones (firm, cutting it short): “T-thank you, Lilith. That’s… that’s all the time we have. Back to you, Hana and Vera.”
[CAMERA CUT – ANNOUNCE DESK]
Hana Nakamura (eyes wide, serious tone): “Yamete kudasai! (Please stop!) That was… unnerving. Lilith is not only dangerous in the ring—she is manipulative, seductive, and cruel outside of it.”
Vera Steele (measured, shaking her head): “That’s psychological warfare, Hana. She just sent a message to Goldie, to Moonshadow, and to the entire locker room. Lilith isn’t just fighting for the championship—she’s playing with minds, with emotions, with hearts. That makes her twice as dangerous.”
Hana Nakamura (solemn): “And tonight, in our main event, Goldie Locks must try to overcome not just the strength of Lilith… but her darkness. What a battle awaits us.”
[CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THE CROWD, who are buzzing loudly after the shocking interview.]
Hana Nakamura: [Excited] "Up next, minna-san, we have an intriguing singles contest! Pearl — fiery, aggressive, and unpredictable — goes one-on-one with the mysterious Moon Silver, who is never alone, always shadowed by her Wolf Pack packmates!"
Vera Steele: [Measured tone] "Yes, and don’t underestimate the numbers game. Moon Silver has shown time and again how effective her pack is at tilting the balance. Pearl will need to be sharp tonight, Hana, to avoid falling prey to those distractions."
Hana: "Hai! Let’s not forget — Pearl’s got the toughness of someone who thrives on chaos. She loves to strike first and ask questions never! Honest Abe has his hands full tonight."
[Bell Rings]
Hana: "OH! Wolf Pack going for the quick double team right at the start!"
Vera: "But Pearl isn’t fooled—she reverses it beautifully!"
Hana: "RUNNING SPINNING BACK ELBOW! Sugoi! That cracked right across Moon Silver’s jaw!"
Hana: "Pearl stays on the attack! Running—double axe handles, right into the chest!"
Vera: "That was solid. Great body positioning—Moon Silver couldn’t get her guard up in time. Pearl is dictating pace."
Hana: "Here comes Pearl again—double axe handle—BUT Moon Silver catches her! SNAP SUPLEX! That turned the tide!"
Vera: "That’s the technical base of Moon Silver. She can absorb and counter when needed, very impressive."
Hana: "Pearl flying—diving elbow drop!"
Vera: "But Moon Silver explodes with a clothesline that sends Pearl tumbling to the outside!"
Hana: "Referee starting the count… ichi… ni… san… but Pearl rolls in at four! Yabai, that was close."
Hana: "Both women trading heavy shots now! Sitout powerbomb from Moon Silver—but Pearl gets back with the Tooth Buster bulldog!"
Vera: "Good sequencing. Moon Silver had a huge impact move, but Pearl shows resilience. You can see both adjusting in real time."
Hana: "Pearl hooks—TOOTH EXTRACTOR! Big impact!"
Vera: "She’s going for the cover—"
Hana: "Ichi… ni—NO! Moon Silver kicks out! So close!"
Hana: "Both collide—bulldog by Pearl, HOWLING SLAM by Moon Silver! Ooohhh!"
Vera: "That sidewalk slam had weight behind it. The momentum has swung back and forth every minute here."
Hana: "Wolf Pack interfering—holding Pearl’s legs! Moon Silver with the advantage—SITOUT POWERBOMB! She’s going for the cover—"
Hana: "One… two—Pearl kicks out! Amazing heart!"
Vera: "That’s instinct. She was in real danger, but she survived."
Hana: "Pearl back up—another Tooth Extractor! Moon Silver is reeling!"
Vera: "Notice how Pearl strings her offense together, she isn’t giving Moon Silver breathing room."
Hana: "Pearl hooks for another cover… but Moon Silver fights out again! Subarashii!"
Vera: "She won’t stay down, but she’s clearly hurting. Every kickout is slower."
Hana: "Pearl is relentless! Double axe handles! Another pin attempt—ichi—kick out at one!"
Vera: "Moon Silver is showing defiance now, but Pearl is wearing her down systematically."
Hana: "Pearl—another Tooth Extractor—BUT Moon Silver answers with FULL MOON CRUSH! Moonsault! Cover! No—Pearl reverses into her own pin! Ichi… ni—NOOO! So close!"
Vera: "That was high drama. Moon Silver nearly stole it there."
Hana: "Pearl—sliding SEATED CLOTHESLINE! Right through Moon Silver’s chest! YATTA! She’s going for the cover!"
Vera: "Perfectly placed. That might be enough."
Hana: "Ichi… ni… san! She got her! PEARL WINS!"
[Bell Rings – Crowd Cheers]
Post-Match Commentary
Hana: "Pearl survives the Wolf Pack and beats Moon Silver! Sugoi! That was pure fighting spirit!"
Vera: "I agree. Pearl showed focus tonight. Despite constant interference, she stuck to her strategy—impact strikes, high-volume offense, and timely counters. That sliding clothesline at the end sealed it perfectly."
Hana: "Moon Silver gave a fight, but Pearl’s determination was too much tonight. What a match, what a victory!"
Hana Nakamura: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest will see Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, representing the Queens of Despair with the Huntsman at her side, against the spirited and unbreakable Penny Coppersnap! Rosalyn is known for her ruthless precision, while Penny brings a fighting heart every time she steps into the squared circle!"
Vera Steele: "Exactly, Hana. Rosalyn thrives on making her opponents suffer through technique, especially her submission skills. But Penny’s got resilience in spades—if she can weather the early storm, she could outlast Rosalyn."
Hana Nakamura: "And here we go! There’s the lock-up—both women going straight into offense! Penny launches Rosalyn with that Glimmerbomb Toss—ohh, beautiful suplex!"
Vera Steele: "Perfectly executed, but Rosalyn isn’t waiting around—look at that transition!"
Hana Nakamura: "Rosalyn has caught the arm—CROWN OF THORNS! She has it locked in already! My goodness, Rosalyn wasting no time at all! Sugoi!"
Vera Steele: "That’s the danger of Rosalyn. She doesn’t need long to change a match completely. Penny’s caught, her shoulder is being wrenched back—this is brutal."
Hana Nakamura: "Honest Abe is right there, checking on Penny—oh no! That’s it! Penny submits! Rosalyn with a shocking victory, ending this match in mere moments!"
Vera Steele: "That was surgical. Rosalyn took one suplex, absorbed it, and instantly punished Penny with that Fujiwara armbar. That’s the difference—Rosalyn is not just ruthless, she’s efficient."
Hana Nakamura: "Rosalyn, the Queen of Thorns, showing why her submission game is feared throughout NPCW! Penny fought with heart, but tonight—Rosalyn’s thorns drew blood quickly. What a dominant display!"CONFRONTATION
The bell has barely rung. Penny is clutching her arm on the mat, wincing in pain. Rosalyn, Queen of Thorns, rises slowly and demands a microphone from ringside. The Huntsman, ever silent but imposing, steps onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her. Rosalyn strides across the ring like a monarch surveying conquered land.
Rosalyn (mocking, sneering): “Pathetic… absolutely pathetic. Who do you think you are, Penny Coppersnap? Hmm? You dare step into my ring, into the presence of royalty… and what happens? You crumble in seconds.”
The crowd boos heavily. A “PENNY! PENNY!” chant stirs as Rosalyn kneels near her fallen opponent.
Rosalyn (jabbing a finger at Penny): “You’re no wrestler. You’re a clown! A jester fit only to dance at the feet of your betters. This—” she kicks Penny in the ribs, the crowd gasps “—is where you belong. Groveling on the ground before your Queen!”
Penny winces and starts to crawl toward the ropes, using the crowd’s energy to push herself up. Rosalyn watches with disdain, then suddenly lashes out, clubbing Penny across the back with forearms before stomping her down again.
Hana Nakamura (on commentary, distressed): “Oh no, Rosalyn is merciless! She has no honor—this is an assault, not a victory celebration!”
Vera Steele: “This is where Rosalyn thrives—humiliating her opponents. But she’s crossing a line here. Penny is defenseless.”
Rosalyn stands over Penny, raining down vicious kicks to her arm and ribs, sneering with every strike. The arena is drowning in boos now, fans screaming for someone to intervene. Suddenly—
🎵 Snow White’s theme hits! 🎵
The crowd erupts in cheers as Snow White charges down the ramp, cape fluttering behind her. She slides under the ropes with fire in her eyes. Rosalyn smirks at first, but Snow White barrels into her, tackling her down with furious punches!
Hana Nakamura: “Snow White! Snow White is here! She’s come to the rescue!”
Vera Steele: “And look at that intensity! She’s not here to play fairytale—she’s here to fight!”
Rosalyn scrambles to her feet and throws wild forearms, but Snow White blocks them and fires back with sharp strikes. A big clothesline sends Rosalyn reeling into the ropes. Snow White advances, but the Huntsman quickly pulls Rosalyn out of harm’s way. The Queen of Thorns and her enforcer retreat up the ramp, Rosalyn clutching her jaw, eyes burning with fury as she points back toward the ring.
Snow White helps Penny to her feet. Penny leans against the ropes, holding her arm, while Snow White takes the microphone, her voice steady but commanding.
Snow White (raising the mic, pointing at Rosalyn): “I’ve battled wicked stepmothers… I’ve stared down cruel enchantresses… but you, Rosalyn—you call yourself a Queen? No. You’re nothing but a tyrant hiding behind thorns and shadows. And mark my words—” the crowd swells with anticipation “—you will be next! The Huntsman won’t save you, and your crown of thorns won’t protect you… because I will tear it all away!”
The crowd roars with approval, chanting “SNOW WHITE! SNOW WHITE!” as Rosalyn seethes on the stage, Huntsman holding her back. She shouts “YOU DARE DEFY ME?!” while pointing furiously at the ring. Snow White stands tall with Penny at her side, raising her hand defiantly as the scene fades.
Hana Nakamura: “Ladies and gentlemen! We are back here at Northern Belles, and up next—ooooh, this is exciting—Snow White takes on a newcomer to our ring. Her name is Thimble Hex, and tonight is her debut!”
Vera Steele: “Snow White is coming off a heated confrontation with Rosalyn earlier in the night, so I expect her to bring a lot of fire into this one. But Thimble Hex… don’t let her size fool you. This young woman is unpredictable, scrappy, and she’s got a whole bag of tricks stitched together. Debuts are where careers are made—or broken.”
Hana Nakamura: “Exactly! Hajimemashou—let’s get started!”
The bell rings. Snow White and Thimble Hex circle, then collide in a furious exchange. Out of nowhere—
Hana Nakamura: “Thorn Crown Driver! But Hex answers back immediately—FINAL STITCH, a devastating Michinoku Driver! What a counter!”
Vera Steele: “That was explosive. Both women landed high-impact finishers in the first minute. That tells me neither one is here to ease into this. They’re here to end it early if they can.”
Snow White regains her footing, luring Hex in, then snatches her—
Hana Nakamura: “KISS OF LIFE! A beautiful bridging dragon suplex—bridge tight! One, two—no, only two!”
Vera Steele: “And Thimble Hex pops right back with a short arm clothesline. That’s her grit. She might not be elegant, but she’s effective. She’s got a good sense of timing.”
The pace slows as Snow White shifts to technical wrestling.
Hana Nakamura: “Gilded Grip! Arm drag right into the arm bar—impeccable chain wrestling!”
Vera Steele: “That’s Snow White’s strength. She blends that fairy tale flair with a strong mat-based game. Look at the way she’s controlling the shoulder and wrist, Hex has nowhere to turn.”
Both women test each other with counters, but Snow White suddenly seizes control.
Hana Nakamura: “KISS OF LIFE again! Perfect bridge—ahhh, Hex can’t kick out! That was nearly it!”
Vera Steele: “Snow White is starting to dictate the match. Two big suplex variations, and you can see Hex getting frustrated. She’ll need to change the tempo if she wants to survive.”
Back and forth now, trading impact moves.
Hana Nakamura: “Thorn Crown Driver! Spike DDT right on the crown of the head! But Hex answers with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Wahhh, these two are throwing bombs!”
Vera Steele: “Snow White lands crisper, but Hex is answering with raw power. This is turning into a test of endurance.”
Momentum stays even. Both land high-impact shots.
Hana Nakamura: “Thorn Crown Driver again! Hex right back with a diving senton! Neither woman will give an inch!”
Vera Steele: “Hex is proving she belongs in this ring. That debut pressure isn’t slowing her down one bit. She’s taking Snow White’s best and giving it back.”
The crowd is roaring as the final stretch begins.
Hana Nakamura: “Seven Lock Curse! Snow White straps it in tight—she’s got it, Garga No Escape cinched in the middle of the ring!”
Vera Steele: “Hex tries to power out, but she’s trapped—her back and shoulders have been worked over since that arm bar earlier. She’s got no choice.”
Hana Nakamura: “Yes! She taps! Thimble Hex submits! Snow White victorious tonight in North Pole Arena!”
The bell rings. Snow White rises, her hand raised by Slow-Count Sam, the crowd cheering loudly.
Hana Nakamura: “Yattaaaa! What a debut for Thimble Hex, but Snow White proves why she is a pillar of Northern Belles. She survives a fierce test and forces the submission!”
Vera Steele: “Hex showed a lot of toughness tonight. She hit hard, she took everything Snow White threw at her, and she made the veteran work for that win. If this is what her debut looks like, I think we’re going to be seeing a lot more from Thimble Hex.”
Hana Nakamura: “Ohhh yes, Vera-san, the future is bright—but tonight belongs to Snow White!”
Hana Nakamura: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Match Five on Northern Belles! We have the dangerous Dark Ritual, Morrigan and Wicked Willow of the Witch’s Coven, looking to regain their momentum after their heartbreaking loss at Shadowfall. And across the ring—debuting as a tag team—the Grimm Sisters, Glint and Shade! Ohhhh, this is so exciting, Vera-san!"
Vera Steele: "It really is, Hana. Dark Ritual has shown they can work as a cohesive, relentless unit. But tonight, the story is Shade Grimm’s debut—and how the sisters will function as a new team under this spotlight. You can see the intensity in their eyes."
Glint starts hot against Morrigan—Final Descent sit-out powerbomb! Morrigan tries to block, but no! Crashing impact!
Hana: "OHHH! Big sitout powerbomb, Final Descent! Just like that, Glint Grimm makes her mark!"
Vera: "And notice how quickly Glint transitions out, tagging in Shade. That’s smart—bring in the debuting sister fresh, keep Morrigan guessing."
Shade’s first steps in the ring get cut off quickly—Willow and Morrigan trap her in the corner for coordinated punishment. Black Widow Powerslam from Willow, Inverted DDT from Morrigan! For two minutes straight the Coven executes sharp double-team attacks.
Hana: "Shade Grimm is under siege—Willow and Morrigan are dissecting her! Sugoi—what teamwork!"
Vera: "Yes, that’s the hallmark of Dark Ritual. But look—Shade’s striking back, step-up enzuigiri! That’s instinct, Hana. The debutante is already showing fire."
Shade rallies with a pump kick and German suplex, but Morrigan regains control with a brutal ankle-lock German suplex!
Hana: "Ohhh that was stiff! Shade landed high on the shoulders—"
Vera: "That’s what I meant earlier. Morrigan is a technician. She’ll look for weaknesses, grind Shade down, and exploit her debut nerves."
The Grimm Sisters get their first real taste of teamwork! Shade with a sunset flip, Glint blasting in with Echo of Betrayal (backstabber). The crowd comes alive—but Morrigan fires back with a double knee facebreaker.
Hana: "Glint and Shade working in tandem for the first time—and what an entrance! Echo of Betrayal lands flush!"
Vera: "But Morrigan’s response shows why experience matters. One slip and the tide turns again."
The pace quickens—Shade throws more pump kicks, tags to Glint. Glint nails Gravebite (codebreaker), but Willow counters with her Spider’s Web slam. Shade returns and finds her rhythm, firing German suplexes to take Willow down.
Hana: "YATTA! Shade Grimm with another German suplex—so much power from the smaller sister!"
Vera: "Yes, and you can tell she’s settling into the match now. The nerves are gone—now it’s instinct and timing."
Dark Ritual rally—Morrigan’s soccer kick and Willow’s somersault leg drop nearly finish it. Then they trap Glint with more double-teaming—roundhouse kicks and Willow crashing down with another leg drop.
Hana: "Dark Ritual smells victory now! The Coven outside are howling—kore wa yabai!"
Vera: "Glint’s taking heavy damage here. The Grimm Sisters need an answer, or this debut ends badly."
Just as Dark Ritual’s momentum peaks, Glint finds her moment—slips free, hoists Willow, Final Descent sitout powerbomb! And then she follows instantly with Phantom Fall (swinging neckbreaker)!
Hana: "FINAL DESCENT!! And now—PHANTOM FALL! Cover, cover, cover!"
Vera: "That’s it, Hana. No wasted motion—Glint stacked the moves, perfect combination."
Referee Abbie: 1…2…3!
Hana: "They did it! The Grimm Sisters win their debut match—phantom victory! What a story, what a debut!"
Vera: "That’s a statement. They took heavy punishment, but Glint anchored them when it mattered and Shade showed real promise. Dark Ritual is still dangerous, but tonight belongs to the Grimm Sisters."
Hana: "Hai, hai! This tag division grows stronger—ohhh, I cannot wait to see what comes next!"
MOONSHADOW
The camera cuts backstage. The lights are dim, the sound of a faint growl plays under the hum of the monitor. Moonshadow is pacing the room, her breathing heavy, her eyes locked on the screen showing Lilith’s earlier interview. She snarls under her breath, fists clenching, pacing like a wolf ready to lunge at its prey.
Moonshadow (muttering to herself): "She thinks she’s better… thinks she’s above me… above us… Lilith, you’ve made a mistake."
The door creaks open. In walks the Alpha Wolf himself, Big Bad Wolf. He carries himself with swagger—gold chains glinting under the lights, toothpick in his mouth, the trademark smirk curling at the edge of his lips. He closes the door behind him, takes a slow look at Moonshadow, then at the monitor.
Big Bad Wolf: "Chica, you’re wearin’ a hole in the floor. What’s eatin’ you, huh?"
Moonshadow (snapping around, pointing at the screen): "You saw it! You saw what she said! That wasn’t just disrespect to me—it was disrespect to the Pack. Lilith, the whole Demon lot of ‘em, they think they’re better than us. They think they run this place. Well, I don’t care if I have to go it alone—I’m going after her."
She steps up to Wolf, fire in her eyes, teeth bared like she’s ready to bite.
Moonshadow: "I’ve done what you asked before, Wolf. Back in March—I held back. I followed orders. Wicked Witch walked away the winner because you told me to stand down, to keep the peace with the other Alphas. But now? Now they’re pushin’ us to the back. And I’m not takin’ it anymore."
Big Bad Wolf studies her. He doesn’t interrupt—he just chews his toothpick, nodding slowly, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.
Big Bad Wolf (calm, measured):
"Moonshadow… I get it. I get it, chica. They disrespect you, they disrespect the whole Pack. That ain’t how this game works. You been loyal. You been fierce. You put the Pack first when I asked. And I ain’t blind—I know the Demons been struttin’ around like they own the North."
Moonshadow crosses her arms, her breathing slowing, waiting on his verdict like a wolf waiting on the Alpha’s call. Wolf steps closer, lowers his voice, and grins wide.
Big Bad Wolf: "But understand this—nobody, and I mean nobody, puts the Pack in the corner. This? This is our time. You want Lilith? Then you go get Lilith. And know this, Moonshadow…"
He flicks the toothpick away, leans forehead to forehead with her, voice dropping to a growl.
Big Bad Wolf: "You roll with the Pack. Always. You fight, we fight. Pack for life, chica. And if you mess with one of us…"
Moonshadow (snarling, finishing the line with him): "You mess with us all."
They both pause, the tension electric. Then, as if the primal bond hits at once, they throw their heads back and unleash a bone-chilling howl in unison. The camera lingers on their faces—eyes blazing, teeth bared—as their voices echo down the halls.
Both:
"AWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!"
Fade to black.
The arena lights dim, and the crowd comes alive with dueling chants: “LET’S GO GOLDIE!” / “LILITH! LILITH!” The Queen of the North title glitters under the spotlight. Hana Nakamura’s calm yet electric voice rises over the crowd as the bell rings.
Hana Nakamura (play-by-play): “Minna-san! (everyone!) This is our main event of the evening! The Queen of the North Championship on the line! Goldie Locks, one-half of the Blonde Bombshells, looking for her second reign… and facing her, the reigning champion, the Demon Queen herself—Lilith—accompanied by that ever-scheming Grinch Heyman. This… this is going to be a battle!”
Vera Steele (color): “No doubt, Hana. Lilith has proven herself a ruthless, calculating champion. But Goldie Locks is resilient, resourceful, and maybe most important—she’s fearless. If anyone can push Lilith to her limits tonight, it’s her.”
Hana: “And right away, Goldie uses her speed! Look at that—Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! OH! Perfect rotation, taking Lilith down hard!”
Vera: “That was beautiful execution, Hana. Goldie Locks knew she had to hit something big and fast to rattle the champion, and she pulled it off.”
Crowd: “GOLD-IE! GOLD-IE!”
Hana: “Lilith trying to slow things down—ohh, Infernal Embrace! The body scissors cinched in tight, draining the challenger!”
Vera: “And look at the torque Lilith’s putting on that hold. She’s not just squeezing—she’s punishing.”
Hana: “But Goldie—wait! COUNTER! She breaks loose—One-Handed Bulldog! Down goes the champion! Sugoi! (Amazing!)”
Crowd pops, dueling chants rising louder.
Hana: “Lilith recovering… hooks her up—Dark Whirlwind! A vicious tilt-a-whirl headscissors of her own!”
Vera: “That’s the danger of Lilith. She can take your best shot, then turn around and give it back to you, twice as devastating.”
Hana: “Goldie driven hard into the mat—this is turning dangerous already!”
Hana: “Lilith, building momentum now… lifts her—Atomic Drop to Hell!”
Vera: “That one rattled the spine, Hana. Those are the kind of blows that don’t just hurt now—they hurt tomorrow morning too.”
Goldie writhes on the mat, clutching her lower back.
Hana: “Both women colliding—OH! Dual offense! Goldie with the Running Dropkick! But Lilith with the Abyssal Slam! Sitout rear mat slam connects!”
Vera: “That was a car wreck collision, Hana. Both women landed big, but Lilith’s impact might have been just a little heavier.”
Hana: “Omoshiroi! (So interesting!) This is why it is the main event!”
Hana: “Grinch Heyman shouting instructions… Goldie Locks looks—wait—what is this? She’s walking straight into it! Lilith catches her—Dark Whirlwind! Tilt-a-whirl headscissors again, and this one lands flush!”
Vera: “You can see the resignation on Goldie’s face before the move hit, Hana. That little nod from Grinch Heyman… Goldie walked right into Lilith’s trap.”
Hana: “Cover! One! Two! Three! It’s over!”
Bell rings. Lilith rises, smirking as Grinch Heyman slides into the ring, clutching the Queen of the North title and raising her arm. The crowd is split, boos drowning out the cheers.
Hana (excited): “And still Queen of the North—Lilith!”
Vera (measured): “Lilith proves once again why she’s champion. Goldie Locks fought with everything she had, but in the end… Lilith’s ruthlessness, and Heyman’s mind games, made the difference.”
Hana (voice rising, passionate): “She remains the Queen, but the North Pole Arena is buzzing! Who can dethrone the Demon Queen? Who can end this reign?!”
Lilith raises the title high, standing over Goldie’s fallen body, Grinch Heyman clapping maniacally at her side.
Goldie Locks has rolled out of the ring, clutching her neck and ribs, being helped by the other Bombshells as she makes the slow walk to the back. The crowd claps for her resilience, but the boos swell once more as the camera cuts back to the ring. Lilith is standing tall in the center, the Queen of the North Championship held high above her head. Grinch Heyman claps like a devilish maestro, soaking in the hatred.
Hana Nakamura: “Lilith retains! The dark queen has turned back another challenger… and look at her now, basking in the people’s boos like it is her own crown of thorns.”
Vera Steele: “She has every reason to gloat, Hana. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t noble, but Lilith remains Queen of the North. And with Heyman at her side, she’s building a reign based on intimidation and control.”
Lilith drapes the belt across her shoulder, leans over the ropes, and points up the aisle, mocking Goldie as she leaves. Heyman rubs his hands together, grinning with delight. Suddenly, the camera cuts to movement in the crowd. A hooded figure is pushing past fans in the front row.
Hana Nakamura (startled): “Wait—hold on! Who is that? Security—someone has just come over the barricade!”
The hood drops, and the arena gasps as one voice:
Vera Steele (incredulous): “That’s… that’s Maid Marion! What in the world is she doing here?!”
Marion slides into the ring, her eyes burning holes through Lilith. The crowd goes from shock to roaring frenzy. Lilith turns just in time—BAM! Marion lands a right hand that staggers the champion backward. Heyman shrieks in horror.
Hana Nakamura (shouting): “Marion! With a straight right hand—Lilith is rocked!”
Heyman tries to intervene, stepping in front of Lilith. Marion turns to him with a smile, grabs him by the face, and plants a big, exaggerated kiss on his lips! The crowd gasps, then explodes with laughter—before Marion suddenly SLAMS her forehead into his nose with a brutal headbutt.
Vera Steele (grimly impressed): “That was a headbutt that would make a brawler blush. Heyman just got laid out—and not in the way he wanted!”
Heyman collapses, rolling out of the ring holding his face. Lilith recovers and charges, shrieking in rage. Marion sidesteps, plants a boot into Lilith’s midsection, and hooks her head—DDT! Lilith is spiked into the canvas and left motionless.
Hana Nakamura (exploding): “DDT! DDT! The Queen has been driven into the ground! The crowd cannot believe this—Marion is standing tall over Lilith!”
Marion crouches beside Lilith, seething. She grabs her by the hair and whispers venomously into her ear, loud enough for the camera to catch:
Maid Marion (snarling): “You want to take from me? You want to mess with my family? I’m going to take everything from you.”
The fans cheer wildly at her brazen words. Marion rises, smirking as she makes her way out of the ring and back into the crowd, slipping away before security can grab her.
Vera Steele (measured, serious): “That wasn’t just a message, Hana. That was a declaration of war. Marion just announced that she wants what Lilith holds most dear—the Queen of the North crown.”
Hana Nakamura (breathless, still rattled): “皆さん… the Queen has fallen, but not in battle—she has been attacked by Maid Marion, a woman possessed by fury! Lilith may still hold the title, but tonight, her reign has been shaken to its core!”
Final shot: Lilith crawling toward the ropes, clutching her head, eyes full of pure rage. Heyman shouts through a swollen lip at security to find Marion, while the fans buzz and boo as the screen fades to black.
A MOST DEVIOUS ONE PART 1
The scene cuts backstage: Lilith is pacing like a caged beast, still disheveled from Maid Marion’s attack. Her black lipstick is smeared, her hair wild, the Queen of the North title clutched tightly in her hands. Grinch Heyman scurries at her side, dabbing at the bruise on his forehead from Marion’s headbutt. Abaddon lurks in the shadows behind them, silent and unnerving.
Lilith (snarling): “How dare that peasant lay her filthy hands on me… and how dare she violate my advisor! I will flay her alive for this humiliation!”
Grinch Heyman (fawning, but measured): “Do not trouble yourself, my Queen. Maid Marion has no hope of taking your crown. She is nothing—merely a flea biting at royalty. We mustn’t lose focus, not with the wolves scratching at the door.”
Lilith stops dead, her head snapping toward Heyman, eyes burning.
Lilith (growling): “That dog does not frighten me. Moonshadow, Mrs. Claus, Snow White, or any other doe-eyed pretender who dares to dream of seizing my throne—none of them matter. My reign is eternal. The crown is mine, forever.”
Abaddon lets out a low hiss and the two storm off together, Lilith’s cape sweeping the floor behind her. Heyman watches them go… then his expression shifts. His sycophantic grin fades into something colder, sharper. He glances down the opposite hallway and adjusts his tie.
The camera follows Heyman as he deliberately walks away from Lilith’s path. He stops at a door marked in gold lettering:
“Goldie Locks – the Blonde Bombshells.”
He knocks once, then lets himself in. Inside, Goldie sits hunched on a bench, shoulders slumped, the pain of defeat etched across her face. She looks up as the door creaks open, her eyes narrowing when she sees who it is.
Goldie (bitter): “What do you want, Heyman?”
Heyman (syrupy smooth): “I came to… congratulate you. You did a remarkable job tonight.”
Goldie (shaking her head): “I don’t feel that way. Not after losing like this. It just… doesn’t feel right.”
Heyman leans against the locker, folding his arms with a knowing smirk. He points toward a framed photo of Dorothy and Alice taped to Goldie’s locker door.
Heyman: “This was never about you, Goldie. It’s always been about them.”
Goldie’s eyes soften with guilt, torn between her desire for glory and the bigger picture.
Goldie: “I know… we need to make sure Dorothy and Alice are ready. I know what’s at stake. But when I held that belt… when I heard the people cheering me… it felt so good. Why couldn’t I keep it?”
Heyman (cutting her off sharply): “Because your losses to Moonshadow and Lilith were worth more than any hollow victory. Don’t you see? The Wolves and the Demons are already clawing at each other. The Alpha Alliance has cracks, and you—you helped make them. Even Vlad sees it. He’s pivoting toward Mason and his ilk. He is losing his grip.”
Goldie sighs, then mutters under her breath:
Goldie: “We can’t let Vlad sink his fangs any deeper here like he did in HCW. He’s destroyed too many good people with the Dominion…”
Heyman (leaning in, his voice low and persuasive): “Exactly. And that’s why I recruited you. You understand the danger, the darkness that lurks behind all of this. But your task isn’t finished, Goldie. Now you must strike at La Bruja Muerte. Break her. Humiliate her. Make her look weak. If you do that, the Wicked Witch will turn on Lilith, blaming her for the Coven’s failures. The Coven and the Demons will implode, the Alpha Alliance will collapse, and then…”
Goldie looks up, her expression conflicted, then slowly hardening into determination. She nods.
Goldie: “Alright. I’ll do it. But answer me this, Heyman…” she smirks faintly, eyes narrowing “…what about your so-called guiding light? Your precious champion doesn’t hold the North Pole title anymore. Isn’t that a setback for your grand design?”
Heyman pauses at the door, the faintest grin curling his lips. He doesn’t turn around.
Heyman (quietly, ominously): “Is it now?”
Without waiting for a reply, he slips out of the room, the door creaking shut behind him. Goldie sits in silence, staring at the photo of Dorothy and Alice, her reflection flickering in the glass. The faint sound of the crowd still buzzing from earlier drifts in as the camera slowly zooms out.
Fade to black.
Excellent show
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