Aired - October 19, 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]
- 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] - 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
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 …] | |||
| 1 | Polly Mason | VS | Snow White |
| 2 | Sorina | VS | Thimble Hex |
| 3 | Monsters of Myth | VS | Mrs. Claus and Pearl |
| 4 | Gretel | VS | La Bruja Muerte |
| 5 | Blonde Bombshells | VS | Clara Cobweb and Gilda the Greedy |
| Main Event | Moonshadow | VS | Crimson Vane |
PLUS INTERVIEWS WITH | ||
| Sorina | Blonde Bombshells | Crimson Vane |
CROWD AND WELCOMING
🎵 Theme music fades into the roaring energy of the live crowd.
[CAMERA: Wide pan across the Toronto Maple Arena — SOLD OUT crowd!]
Fans wave handmade signs and wear colorful merch —
- “💋 BLONDE BOMBSHELLS FOREVER!”
- “MOONSHADOW = QUEEN OF THE NORTH 👑🐺”
- “CRIMSON VANE IS HUNTING!”
- “MRS. CLAUS 4 PRESIDENT 🎅💪”
- “LILITH 316 — DEMONS RUN WHEN SHE WALKS IN!”
- “WICKED WITCH RULES THE RING!”
- “SNOW WHITE IS FAIR… AND FIERCE!”
The camera zooms in on groups of fans in themed shirts:
✨ Blonde Bombshells section: fans in gold and white, waving glittering pom-poms.
🐺 Moonshadow’s Wolf Pack: gray and crimson shirts, howling chants of “Awooooo!”
💋 Crimson Vane’s Hoodlings: crimson hoods and Hunter’s axes.
🎅 Mrs. Claus supporters: red sweaters and signs reading “She’ll Deck Your Halls!”
🔥 Lilith’s Legion: dark hoodies with glowing red eyes painted on.
💚 Wicked Witch followers: emerald face paint and signs saying “MIST IS MAGIC!”
❄️ Snow White fans: white roses and tiaras, chanting “Fairest of Them All!”
Then — the camera halts on a massive contingent of fans in the lower bowl. They’re all wearing crimson shirts with white wolf heads on the front and “HE IS HERE” written across the back. The crowd near them is buzzing — murmurs, whispers, pointing.
In the front row sits a rugged, muscular man in his late 20s. His presence radiates quiet menace.
- Dark hair with a streak of crimson,
- Short, trimmed beard,
- Black shirt with crimson trim,
- White wolf head embroidered on his chest,
- Cuffs grey as Jasper stone.
The camera lingers on him — the mystery man doesn’t move, just smirks faintly, eyes fixed on the ring.
[CAMERA: Cuts to the announce desk]
Hana Nakamura: “Minasan, konbanwa! NPCW Northern Belles is LIVE from the beautiful Toronto Maple Arena — and beside me, the Iron Maiden herself, Vera Steele!”
Vera Steele: “Arigato, Hana. What a crowd tonight! Toronto is red hot — and with good reason. The North Pole Arena might be under renovation, but NPCW is alive and kicking here in the Great White North!”
Hana: “Hai, hai! Tonight we have six thrilling matches, and all eyes are on our Queen of the North, Moonshadow, who faces Crimson Vane in a non-title main event! Vane says she’s coming to ‘hunt the wolf’ — but Moonshadow’s howl still echoes strong!”
Vera: “And that’s not the only tension brewing, Hana. After her incredible wins — over Rosalyn two weeks ago and the Wicked Witch at Wrestlefest Thanksgiving — Snow White is rolling. Tonight she takes on the maniacal muse herself, Polly Mason. Can she keep that momentum? We’ll find out.”
Hana: “Hai! Snow White’s fairy tale continues — but let’s not forget, we are only 12 days away from Polar Power: Halloween Horror! On October 31st, Lilith the Demoness gets her rematch for the Queen of the North title against Moonshadow — ooooh, sugoi!”
Vera: “And also that night, the North Star Tag Team Titles will be on the line as the Blonde Bombshells — Dorothy and Alice — defend against the Grimm Sisters. The Grimm Sisters have been making a statement lately to get their title shot.”
Hana: “It’s going to be a night of chaos, Vera-san! But tonight’s lineup is no less spectacular. Let’s take a look!”
Tonight’s Match Card
1️⃣ Snow White vs. Polly Mason
(Can the fairest one keep her streak alive against the maniacal muse?)
2️⃣ Sorina vs. Thimble Hex
(The former mountain guide makes her in-ring debut!)
3️⃣ Monsters of Myth vs. Mrs. Claus & Pearl
(Two tag teams battle for position in the North Star contendership race!)
4️⃣ Gretel vs. La Bruja Muerte
(Both competitors need a win to climb back into contention!)
5️⃣ Blonde Bombshells vs. Clara Cobweb & Gilda the Greedy
(Non-title action — can the champions stay sharp before Halloween Horror?)
💥 MAIN EVENT — NON-TITLE 💥
Moonshadow (Queen of the North) vs. Crimson Vane
(The hunter stalks the wolf — but will she survive the pack?)
Vera Steele: “An absolutely stacked card, Hana. Snow White’s momentum, Sorina’s debut, and that huge main event — I’d say the Queen of the North’s got her hands full tonight.”
Hana Nakamura: “Sou desu! The Maple Arena is ready — the fans are ready — and NPCW Northern Belles begins right now!”
(Camera pans over the electric crowd as the ring announcer steps forward — crowd chants build as the first match intro begins.)
| TONIGHT’S TEAM | |
| Hana Nakamura | Vera “the Iron Maiden” Steele |
| Celeste Orion RING ANNOUNCER | Alexandra Jones INTERVIEWER |
SWEET SOMETHINGS
“From teacups to tap-outs, Ms. Sweetins sees all.”
(Transition from the arena to a lavish parlor set — soft orchestral music plays, a far cry from the usual NPCW intensity. A crackling fireplace glows behind an ornate armchair. Velvet drapes of blush and gold hang elegantly in the background, while a crystal chandelier sparkles overhead. The air feels decadent.)
(Camera pans in slowly to reveal Ms. Sweetins, sitting regally in her armchair. She’s the picture of poise — a proper English rose in a deep crimson evening gown, pearls at her neck, white gloves clutching a delicate china teacup. A golden saucer rests atop her crossed legs. Her smile is faint but knowing — the kind of smile that hides a dozen secrets.)
Ms. Sweetins (in her refined, deliberate tone): “Darlings, good evening. It’s that delightful time again — where the tea is piping hot and so is the gossip.”
(She delicately stirs her tea, giving a single coy glance toward the camera.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Now, as the Executive General Manager of the Women’s Division, one must remain calm, composed, and quite… administrative.”
(She waves her hand dismissively, smirking.)
“But here on Sweet Somethings, my dear viewers, we let that veneer slip — just a little — and indulge in the whispers behind the curtains of our grand stage.”
(Soft harp flourish plays as she takes a slow sip of tea.)
☕ “First sip…”
(She leans forward conspiratorially.)
“With Convergence drawing near in November, it seems alliances are being forged across icy borders. I’ve heard rumblings of a trio of sisters—blood-bound and battle-born—preparing to face off against some of HCW’s darkest ladies.”
(She chuckles lightly.)
“Oh, I do adore family drama — especially when it involves weapons and war paint.”
(She tilts her head with mock innocence.)
“Could we be witnessing the birth of a new super-stable? Or a sisterly civil war waiting to happen? I, for one, shall be front row with my teacup ready.”
☕ “Second sip…”
(She taps her chin thoughtfully with a polished nail.)
“The tag team division, my dears… how fascinatingly unstable it has become.”
(She smirks knowingly.)
“I’ve been hearing quite a bit of grumbling from the locker room — something about a major shake-up coming very soon. Whether that means partnerships broken, belts vacated, or entirely new teams emerging from the shadows…”
(She pauses for effect, eyes glinting.)
“Well, that part is still left to your vivid imaginations.”
(She gives a teasing wink.)
“Personally, I do adore a good reshuffling — it keeps the claws sharp.”
☕ “Third sip…”
(Her tone turns low and dramatic, as the camera zooms slightly closer.)
“Now this one, sweethearts, made me clutch my pearls — and not for fashion reasons.”
(She sets down her cup gently.)
“At Polar Power: Halloween Horror, NPCW will witness its first-ever Women’s Hell in a Cell match.”
(She lets that hang in the air a beat, her lips curling into a sly grin.)
“Yes, you heard correctly. Our Demoness, Lilith, will challenge Queen of the North Champion Moonshadow — surrounded by steel, shadow, and sin.”
(She lowers her voice.)
“And word in the executive corridors is that Grinch Heyman himself pushed for this stipulation. Why, I wonder? Is it confidence in his protégé… or fear of what lurks in Moonshadow’s howl?”
(She leans back, letting out a soft laugh.)
“Either way, my darlings — Halloween just became divine damnation.”
☕ “Fourth sip…”
(She reclaims her teacup, posture impeccable.)
“Of course, while chaos reigns above, new stars continue to rise below. The Women’s Division has seen quite a number of debuts lately — fresh faces, fresh rivalries, fresh ambitions.”
(She nods approvingly.)
“But there’s one name that has the entire locker room whispering: Lady Guinevere of Camelot.”
(She smiles serenely, yet her tone drips with intrigue.)
“A noble woman indeed… but nobility, as we’ve learned in NPCW, doesn’t always protect one from the thorns of this kingdom.”
(She glances to camera.)
“So the question remains — who will be first to test her valor? Whoever it is… I do hope they have their armor polished.”
☕ “Final sip…”
(She sets her cup down with a delicate clink.)
“As our eyes turn to both Halloween Horror and Convergence, there’s one more event none of us can overlook — Nightmare at the North Pole in December.”
(Her expression turns almost conspiratorial.)
“I’m hearing whispers, rumors, ghost stories, if you will… that this will be the event of the year for NPCW. Massive matches, monumental moments — and yes, a few surprise appearances so secret, even I’ve only been given initials.”
(She raises a finger.)
“But worry not, sweethearts — Ms. Sweetins always finds out in the end. And when I do… you’ll be the first to know.”
(She stands gracefully, smoothing her gown, and faces the camera with a serene smile.)
Ms. Sweetins: “Until next time, my lovelies — keep your hearts pure, your alliances cautious, and your teacups full.”
(She raises the cup for one final sip.)
“After all… in NPCW, even the sweetest something… can come with a bite.”
(Cue soft orchestral outro as the camera fades back to the live crowd reaction — some cheering, others whispering after that bombshell-laden gossip.)
THE HAWK DESCENDS
[FADE IN — A HOWLING WIND ECHOES THROUGH THE CARPATHIAN MOUNTAINS.]
The camera glides through swirling mist and snow, over jagged peaks veiled in gray dawn. Ravens scatter as a low, haunting Romanian folk melody hums in the distance.
A woman’s voice — older, tremulous — begins to narrate in Romanian (with English subtitles):
“In these mountains, the hawk sees all.
The wind tells her where death hides… and where truth sleeps beneath the ice.”
[CUT TO:]
A figure scaling an icy cliffside.
Gloved hands drive a hand-forged ice axe into the rock. A rope sways. Breath clouds the cold air. The camera pans up to reveal Sorina Drăghici — her braid whipping in the wind, eyes locked upward, unwavering.
[FLASH CUTS:]
- Wolves watching her from the treeline, silent.
- A talisman made of woven thread and feathers hanging from her climbing belt.
- A weathered journal — her grandfather’s — open to a page that reads: “Beware what hunts the hunter.”
[VOICEOVER — Sorina herself, calm and low, accented:]
“Up here… the mountain doesn’t care if you’re strong.
The storm doesn’t care if you’re brave.
You either respect what lives in the heights…
or the heights take you.”
[CUT TO — Sorina at the summit.]
She plants her carved walking staff into the snow. A hawk screeches overhead, circling. The clouds break just enough for a blade of sunlight to hit her face.
She turns to the camera — steady, unflinching.
“I am Sorina Drăghici…
and I have come to hunt.”
[SFX: The hawk’s cry becomes a thunderous roar. The NPCW logo flashes across the screen, transforming into her emblem — the hawk-and-axe crest — wreathed in mist.]
TEXT ON SCREEN:
SORINA DRĂGHICI
THE HAWK OF THE CARPATHIANS
Debuts Tonight
[FADE OUT.]
[BACK TO THE ARENA — Northern Belles crowd buzzing as the vignette fades out on the big screen. The haunting cry of the hawk echoes once more before the lights rise. The camera pans to the announce desk where Hana Nakamura and Vera Steele are standing, both visibly impressed.]
HANA NAKAMURA: ("drawing out her words with reverence") Ohhh… kami-sama, Vera… what a debut introduction! The Hawk of the Carpathians—Sorina Drăghici—arrives tonight in NPCW! That was… haunting, poetic… and powerful!
VERA STEELE: Yeah, Hana, that one gave me chills. You could feel the cold wind coming off that screen! The way she climbed those cliffs, the focus in her eyes—this isn’t some glammed-up newcomer. This is a woman forged by nature itself.
HANA: Hai, hai! There was no spotlight, no glitter, no entourage—just willpower and silence. The kind of silence you can only find when you’re face to face with the mountain.
VERA: And that last line—“I have come to hunt.” That’s not just words, that’s a warning. Every woman in the locker room just got put on notice. Sorina’s not here to pose for pictures—she’s here to make her mark, one opponent at a time.
HANA: Tonight she faces Thimble Hex, the craftiest little trickster in NPCW’s cauldron of chaos! This is going to be fascinating, Vera—one grounded in wild instinct… the other in cunning sorcery.
VERA: It’s like nature versus the unnatural. Hex has her magic, but Sorina’s got something older—something primal. You can’t teach that kind of resolve.
HANA: Sorina Drăghici debuts tonight, ladies and gentlemen, and I think… I think the winds of the North just shifted.
VERA: Couldn’t agree more, Hana. The Hawk has descended—and somebody’s about to find out what happens when she strikes.
MATCH 1 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “From the shadows of shattered dreams and broken lullabies… with fury in her lyrics and a monster at her side… she is the ruthless diva of destruction… POOOLLYYY MAAAASOOON!” | “And now… stepping through the mist of magic and might… from a land where legends are born… she is the heart of hope, the spirit unbroken… this is… SNOW… WHITE!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A haunting remix of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star echoes through the arena, twisted with industrial beats and eerie chimes. Polly Mason struts down the ramp in a glittering black cloak, microphone in hand, sneering at the crowd as she sings venomous verses aimed at her opponent. Behind her looms Beastmaster Marcus, dragging a chain and glaring at the audience like a predator sizing up prey. The crowd boos, but Polly revels in it—feeding off the hate like it’s her spotlight fuel. | A soft, orchestral chime opens her entrance, followed by a swelling fantasy film-style score with triumphant drums and magical sparkles. Snow White emerges in a deep crimson velvet hooded cape, holding an apple-shaped locket in her hand. As the lights shimmer like falling stars, she pauses at the top of the ramp to gently bow to the crowd, who shower her with adoration. Her stride to the ring is graceful, but determined—like a heroine stepping into her destiny. |
[CAMERA ON COMMENTARY TABLE — Crowd roaring, the arena lights flicker in icy white and crimson tones.]
HANA NAKAMURA: ("calm but excited tone") Konnichiwa, NPCW Universe! We’re kicking things off tonight in Toronto Maple Arena with a battle between beauty and brute strength — Snow White versus the ever-fierce Polly Mason of the Primal Horde!
VERA STEELE: That’s right, Hana. Snow White’s been on a real roll lately — two major wins, one over Rosalyn and another over the Wicked Witch herself. But Polly Mason? She’s not a fairytale. She’s a mauler, plain and simple. If Snow White wants to keep that streak alive, she’s got to weather a storm of pure aggression.
HANA: And you can bet your yen, Vera, with Marcus “the Beastmaster” lurking at ringside, the Primal Horde’s influence will be felt! Referee Honest Abe better keep both eyes open!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: And here we go! Snow White circling early, keeping distance from Polly Mason. Polly lunges forward—grabs a hold—oh! Right into a sleeper hold! She’s trying to take the wind out of Snow White in the opening seconds!
VERA: That’s Mason’s strength. She doesn’t test the waters; she dives straight into the deep end. She’s got that choke locked tight, but look at Snow White’s composure — she’s pivoting her hips, twisting—
HANA: Arm drag! What a beautiful counter! And she rolls through into an arm bar! The “Gilded Grip”! Sugoi, that was smooth as silk!
VERA: Textbook transition from defense to offense. You can tell she’s been studying her mat game lately.
HANA: Both women reset… and Polly with a big spinning kick! Right across the jaw! Snow White answers back—Happily Never After! That neckbreaker hit like a fairy tale with a bad ending!
VERA: Double impact there — both connected flush. The crowd’s loving it!
HANA: Third minute now—Polly scoops her up—Northern Lights Suplex! Beautiful bridge, perfect form! Snow White barely gets a shoulder up!
VERA: You can see the momentum starting to shift. Polly’s starting to find her rhythm, chaining power moves back to back.
HANA: And she’s staying on her! Neckbreaker! Ohhh, that one rattled Snow White’s crown!
VERA: She’s been working that neck all match. Smart strategy. The more damage she inflicts there, the harder it’ll be for Snow to hit her DDT later.
HANA: Tornado DDT! Polly drills her again! Mason is on fire, Vera!
VERA: She’s dissecting Snow White piece by piece. It’s the veteran poise of a Horde fighter — no wasted motion.
HANA: Sixth minute! Both go for offense—Polly with the suplex!—but Snow White catches her—no! Thorn Crown Driver! She spikes her with that DDT!
VERA: That’s the move that’s put down some of the best. Snow White might’ve just turned this whole thing around!
HANA: She’s crawling for the cover—wait! Marcus shouting from ringside! He’s pounding the mat, trying to will Polly back to life!
VERA: That’s the Horde energy right there — chaos fueling chaos.
HANA: Seventh minute now, and Polly’s up! Spinning kick! That lands flush! Snow White didn’t even see it coming!
VERA: That’s knockout-level precision. Polly’s kicks don’t just stun — they stop momentum cold.
HANA: Polly Mason lifts her again—suplex! Big snap! Snow White crashes hard to the mat! She’s going for the pin!
VERA: Hooked the leg—
HANA: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: ("shocked but respectful") A huge win for Polly Mason! The strength of the Primal Horde claims another victim here tonight!
VERA: You’ve got to give credit where it’s due. Polly came in with a plan — smother, strike, and suplex her into submission. Snow White had her moments, but Mason’s power game was just too much tonight.
HANA: And look at Marcus the Beastmaster, roaring with approval at ringside! The Horde’s dominance continues to spread, one victory at a time.
VERA: If Snow White wants to climb back, she’ll need to regroup fast — that kind of loss can shake your confidence. But knowing her, she’ll be back stronger.
HANA: Hai, the fairytale just took a dark turn… but the story isn’t over yet!
WINNER: POLLY MASON (WITH MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER) DEFEATS: SNOW WHITE VIA: PINFALL (SUPLEX) AT TIME: 8 MINUTES
MATCH 2 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “From the heart of Romania’s Carpathian peaks… a woman forged by wind, stone, and survival itself!With the eyes of a hunter and the spirit of a hawk —This is SORINA DRĂGHICI… THE HAWK OF THE CARPATHIANS!” | “Threaded in chaos, stitched by spite, and cursed to fail every spell — prepare for crooked magic and chaotic mayhem... THIMBLE HEX!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena lights dim to a cold, blue-gray hue. A chilling wind sound effect sweeps through the speakers, followed by the distant cry of a hawk echoing through the rafters. As a haunting Romanian folk chant begins to rise over slow tribal drums, mist rolls across the stage. Sorina emerges from the haze, wearing her fur-trimmed climbing gear and carrying her carved walking staff. She kneels briefly, touches the floor with her fingertips — a silent salute to the earth — then rises, eyes sharp and focused. As the drums intensify, she raises her staff skyward and spreads her arms like wings, the crowd roaring as the titantron flashes the symbol of the hawk diving through misty peaks. She walks to the ring with unshakable calm, scanning the audience like a hawk surveying her territory — stoic, respected, untouchable.Music Style: A fusion of epic cinematic score and Romanian folk elements — low drums, choral chants, and haunting flute and violin motifs. It swells with emotion and majesty rather than aggression, evoking power earned through endurance and purpose. | Eerie, off-key music box waltz begins to play and suddenly cuts into distorted punk rock with violin stabs. Thimble Hex lumbers out wrapped in a fraying cape, hurling thimbles at the crowd and pointing her "cursed finger" while muttering fake hexes. She trips over her own thread as she climbs the ropes, then blames the ref with dramatic flair. |
[CAMERA ON COMMENTARY DESK — the crowd buzzes, lights dim slightly as the announcers speak over the atmosphere of anticipation.]
HANA NAKAMURA: NPCW Universe, get ready — this is the debut of Sorina Drăghici, “The Hawk of the Carpathians”! A mysterious, powerful new presence straight from the mountains of Romania!
VERA STEELE: I’ve been looking forward to this one, Hana. The training footage we’ve seen of Sorina — her focus, her discipline — is the real deal. But she’s not getting an easy introduction tonight. Thimble Hex is unpredictable, dangerous, and has no problem bending the rules to win.
HANA: Hai, Vera. Sorina climbs mountains… but tonight, she climbs the NPCW ranks. Let’s see if her flight begins with triumph — or turbulence!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: And we’re underway! Sorina with lightning movement right out of the gate—spinning heel kick! Beautiful precision! But Hex catches her by surprise—Final Stitch! Oh, that Michinoku Driver just flattened Sorina!
VERA: Welcome to the big leagues. Hex just reminded her that debuts aren’t fairy tales.
HANA: Sorina rolling out of the ring, clutching her ribs. Hex not wasting a second — diving crossbody to the floor! Thimble Hex just launched herself like a curse from the sky!
VERA: Reckless but effective. She’s using her smaller frame and unpredictable rhythm to stay a step ahead.
HANA: The referee’s count reaches nine… and Sorina just makes it back inside! That’s fighting spirit!
HANA: Sorina with a float-over—DDT! Quick as lightning! But Hex answers back—Saito suplex! Both women hit high-impact offense in seconds!
VERA: Excellent exchange. You can see Sorina’s technical base starting to show — crisp transitions, great ring awareness.
HANA: Fourth minute—Hex going for another Final Stitch! But Sorina reverses! Ohhh! Spinning heel kick right to the temple!
VERA: That was surgical, Hana. The Hawk saw her opening and struck fast.
HANA: Fifth minute—Sorina looking for a somersault suicide dive! No! Hex sidesteps! Countered!
VERA: That’s what I mean — Thimble Hex may not be elegant, but she’s crafty. She doesn’t fight the match Sorina wants — she drags her into chaos.
HANA: Running elbow smash! Sorina connects again! Her strikes — so sharp, so direct!
VERA: I’m impressed. She’s recovering her rhythm after every ambush.
HANA: Both go down after a double impact! These two are matching each other move for move!
HANA: Minute eleven — arm drag! Nice technical execution by Sorina! She’s finding her range again!
VERA: That’s her mountain strength showing. It’s not just brawling — she’s patient. She waits for Hex to overextend.
HANA: But wait—Hex lands a falling powerslam! Cover—no! Sorina kicks out at two!
VERA: That’s resilience. Most wrestlers would’ve been done right there.
HANA: Sorina—oh! Springboard cutter! Amazing athleticism! That one came out of nowhere!
VERA: That’s the first real flash of her “hawk” moniker — precise, graceful, and deadly.
HANA: Hex grabs her eye! The thimble to the eye! Ref didn’t see it! Ay, dame da!
VERA: Dirty as they come. Hex loves using that hidden thimble trick.
HANA: Sorina shaking it off—wait—Tiger Bomb! She plants Thimble Hex right into the canvas!
VERA: That’s the power game right there! You can’t fake impact like that.
HANA: Hex fights back with another short-arm clothesline! Cover! ONE! TWO! No! Sorina powers out!
VERA: That was a close one, but she’s not done yet.
HANA: Knife-edge chop! Another! The sound echoes through the Maple Arena!
VERA: Those chops are crisp — she’s marking territory now.
HANA: Twentieth minute—Sorina hoists her up! Sitout underhook powerbomb! Big impact! She’s channeling the mountain thunder now!
VERA: That could’ve been it right there, but she’s still trying to wear Hex down instead of rushing the pin.
HANA: And now Sorina with the chickenwing neckscissors! She’s got it locked in! Will Hex tap?
VERA: No submission yet, but look at Hex’s face — she’s fading!
HANA: Sorina releases—Hex stumbles—Tiger Bomb again!
VERA: That’s consistency. She knows what works and sticks to it.
HANA: Thimble to the eye again! Ref still didn’t catch it! Unbelievable!
VERA: The ref’s position’s been terrible tonight. You’ve got to protect the integrity of a debut like this.
HANA: Sorina powers through—arm drag! and then—FLOAT-OVER DDT! She plants Hex again! The crowd is on their feet!
VERA: This match is turning into an endurance trial. Whoever breaks first loses.
HANA: Running elbow smash! Saito suplex! Both crash again! Thirty minutes gone—these two have been through war!
VERA: What a showing from Sorina. Whether she wins or not, this is how you debut — proving you belong.
HANA: Time’s expired! The bell rings! We’ve gone the full thirty!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: ("breathing hard herself") What a spectacle! Sorina Drăghici — in her first match — takes Thimble Hex to the absolute limit!
VERA: You can’t ask for a stronger debut statement. She didn’t just survive Hex — she matched her every step. The Hawk of the Carpathians has landed in NPCW.
HANA: Hai! Sugoi! What a way to make an entrance! Both warriors leave everything in that ring — pure spirit, pure passion!
RESULT: SORINA DRĂGHICI AND THIMBLE HEX FOUGHT TO A TIME-LIMIT DRAW (30 MINUTES)
MATCH 3 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “Bound by fate, forged in fury, and feared across eternity… together they strike as one, the serpent and the hydra… they are… THE MONSTERS OF MYTH!” | “When sweetness meets strength, and holiday cheer meets midnight flair — they are the unstoppable spirit of the season! Mrs. Claus and the Tooth Fairy… THE HOLIDAY HEROINES!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena plunges into total darkness as the sound of hissing serpents and ancient war drums fills the air. Green mist rolls across the ramp as Medussa emerges with slow, deliberate menace, followed by Hydra, stomping and snarling with brute fury. Together they enter the ring, Medussa raising her hand in a curse while Hydra pounds her chest, the two standing as an unstoppable force of myth brought to life. | A shimmering winter wonderland effect overtakes the stage as sleigh bells meet sparkly fairy chimes in a mash-up of holiday cheer and twinkling justice. Mrs. Claus enters with regal command, arm-in-arm with Pearl who pirouettes beside her. Snow falls gently as the crowd erupts in cheers. Together, they are both comforting and commanding — the maternal might of the North Pole combined with the whimsical warrior of the night. |
HANA NAKAMURA: Up next, minna-san, the ring is about to be filled with power and presence! The terrifying Monsters of Myth — Hydra Veyne and Medussa Nemesis — step into the ring against the heart of holiday spirit herself, Mrs. Claus, and her powerhouse protégé, Pearl!
VERA “THE IRON MAIDEN” STEELE: That’s right, Hana. This one’s got an interesting dynamic — the Monsters bring overwhelming athleticism and precision striking, while Mrs. Claus and Pearl rely on teamwork, grit, and experience. Two veteran tag teams with very different philosophies — one born of darkness, the other of light.
HANA: Yesss, very well said, Vera! It’s the power of myth versus the magic of Christmas! Let’s head to the ring — Honest Abe is ready, the bell is about to ring!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: Hydra Veyne starting things off against Mrs. Claus! Hydra, fast from the bell—Rapid Knife Chops! Oh, yasashii! Those are cutting through the air like whips!
VERA: That’s that precision we’ve seen from Hydra. Excellent control of her core and stance — every chop connects flush across the chest.
HANA: Mrs. Claus struggling early, she needs to regroup—and tags in Pearl!
HANA: Pearl charges in, going for the belly-to-back suplex—wait! Hydra reverses! Gaalaxy Missile Dropkick! Right to the jaw!
VERA: Beautiful timing by Hydra. She turned that suplex setup into a launch pad. You can see why she’s one of the most technically sound strikers in the division.
HANA: Third minute, and the Monsters of Myth are already working in tandem! Hydra with the Spanish Fly! Medussa transitions—Sharpshooter!
VERA: That’s synchronized brutality. They’re functioning like a single organism — the precision of Hydra, the torque of Medussa — incredible double team work.
HANA: Pearl fighting, but she’s overwhelmed! The Monsters look unstoppable early on!
HANA: Fourth minute — Hydra lifts her up — Double Underhook Suplex! Pearl responds — Running Spinning Back Elbow! Sugoi! That one hit square!
VERA: Nice counter. Pearl’s using her raw strength to break the rhythm — a good adjustment against Hydra’s fluid offense.
HANA: Hydra tries those knife chops again—oh! Pearl reverses! Running Double Axe Handles! What power!
VERA: That’s the brawler’s answer to Hydra’s finesse. Sometimes simple and heavy wins the exchange.
HANA: Hydra stumbles—and tags out to Medussa! Pearl answers by tagging Mrs. Claus!
HANA: Sixth minute, Mrs. Claus storms in with Christmas Lights Clothesline! Oh ho ho! And Pearl joins her—Double Axe Handles! Teamwork, teamwork!
VERA: Excellent tag coordination. This is where experience shows. Mrs. Claus and Pearl have been fine-tuning this offense for months.
HANA: Double team continues! Jolly Holly Suplex! from Mrs. Claus! Medussa’s down!
VERA: Good follow-through. That’s a clean bridge and great control of her hips — she’s showing she can wrestle, not just brawl.
HANA: Medussa rolls through, though — Moonsault! She lands on Mrs. Claus—beautiful arc!
VERA: That’s near-perfect body control in midair. Medussa might be the best aerial heavyweight in NPCW.
HANA: Both women tag out! It’s Pearl and Hydra again!
HANA: Standing Double Stomp! Hydra lands it clean! Pearl took all of that!
VERA: Perfect placement — right in the sternum.
HANA: But Pearl answers right back! Hurricanrana! That’s picture perfect!
VERA: You can’t teach timing like that. Pearl’s really come into her own since joining Mrs. Claus’s corner.
HANA: Mrs. Claus back in! Jolly Holly Suplex! She connects again! Sugoi! Such strength!
VERA: Great mechanics — knees bent, shoulders tight, she’s protecting her lower back beautifully.
HANA: Twelfth minute — the holiday duo are double-teaming! The Tooth Extractor! followed by a Flying Dropkick!
VERA: That’s their synergy on full display — fluid transitions, crisp teamwork.
HANA: Pearl and Mrs. Claus continue the pressure — Hurricanrana! and a Backhand Chop! The crowd loves it!
VERA: Hydra’s resilience, though, is incredible. She’s taken so much punishment and still countering when she can.
HANA: Hydra throws a wild Spinning Back Fist!—oh, bam! connects!
VERA: That’s her knockout shot — a turning point maybe.
HANA: Sixteenth minute — Hydra lands another Spinning Back Fist! Mrs. Claus is staggered! Oof! The sound echoed!
VERA: She caught her flush across the jaw. That’ll rattle anyone.
HANA: Pearl back in! The Tooth Extractor! connects! She’s going for the cover—1... no! Hydra kicks out!
VERA: Hydra’s ring sense again — reaching the shoulder up just in time. That’s veteran awareness.
HANA: Twenty-first minute — Top-Rope Axehandle Smash! from Medussa! Oooooh! What a strike!
VERA: Excellent execution — she’s blending power and grace seamlessly tonight.
HANA: Twenty-fourth minute, Medussa reverses the Belly-to-Back Suplex! — Spear! She cuts Pearl in half!
VERA: That’s the difference maker right there — she drives through her opponent, not just into them.
HANA: Medussa’s control is flawless now — German Suplex! Bang! Pearl’s folded in half!
VERA: Perfect bridge, excellent follow-through.
HANA: But Pearl fights back again! The Tooth Extractor! connects! 1... 2... No! Hydra breaks it up!
VERA: That’s tag awareness — Hydra knew exactly when to save the match.
HANA: Medussa straps in the Sharpshooter! Pearl refuses to tap! Ganbatte, Pearl!
VERA: That’s toughness. She’s holding on through sheer willpower.
HANA: Twenty-ninth minute — Backhand Chop from Mrs. Claus! She covers—1... 2... NO! Medussa breaks it up again!
VERA: Superb timing. The Monsters’ teamwork might be the only thing keeping this even.
HANA: Last minute — Hydra with the Gaalaxy Missile Dropkick! Right to the chest!
VERA: That one could’ve ended it, but time is running out!
[BELL RINGS — DING! DING! DING!]
HANA: Maaa! Incredible! Thirty minutes of pure tag team fighting spirit! Neither team could put the other away!
VERA: That’s what top-tier tag competition looks like, Hana. Perfect blend of power, skill, and willpower. Both teams earned respect tonight.
HANA: Hai! Monsters of Myth prove they’re dangerous, but Mrs. Claus and Pearl — their hearts are as strong as their teamwork!
THE MONSTERS OF MYTH (HYDRA VEYNE & MEDUSSA NEMESIS) FOUGHT MRS. CLAUS & PEARL TO A TIME-LIMIT DRAW AT THE 30-MINUTE MARK.
BOBMSHELLS 4 EVER
(The NPCW backdrop gleams behind the broadcast setup, the faint roar of the crowd filtering through the arena walls. Alexandra Jones, ever sharp and professional, stands center frame with her trademark confident smile.)
ALEXANDRA JONES: Ladies and gentlemen, Alexandra Jones here backstage, and joining me now are three of the most dazzling — and dangerous — women in all of NPCW. Together, they are the team that’s defined tag team excellence and fan-favorite flair… The Blonde Bombshells!
(Cue crowd cheers heard faintly through the monitors. Into frame step the trio — Alice of Wonderland, Dorothy of Oz, and Goldie Locks. Alice and Dorothy both wear their North Star Tag Team Championship belts proudly, while Goldie — the golden-haired former Queen of the North Champion — stands between them, confident and radiant despite her recent setbacks.)
ALEXANDRA JONES (continuing): Now Alice, Dorothy — in just twelve days at Halloween Horror, you’ll be defending those North Star Tag Team Titles against the Grimm Sisters. But with so many other teams coming after you — the Monsters of Myth, Beauty and the Beast, even Mrs. Claus and Pearl — are the Bombshells feeling the pressure heading into the biggest defense of your reign?
ALICE (of Wonderland): (Playfully flips her hair and leans toward the mic)
Pressure? Oh Alex, darling — we thrive on pressure. That’s what makes the tea party fun, right? Every team wants a seat at the table, but when it’s the Bombshells hosting… someone always ends up spilled.
(Dorothy chuckles and adjusts her belt, her Kansas twang mixing confidence with heart.)
DOROTHY (of Oz): Ain’t that the truth. The Grimm Sisters, they’re tough — we know that. But it doesn’t matter if you’re from the woods, the underworld, or Emerald City… when you step in that ring with us, you’re not just fighting two blondes — you’re fighting family.
(The crowd pops audibly from the arena, a chant of “BOMBSHELLS! BOMBSHELLS!” faintly bleeding through.)
ALEXANDRA JONES: (Nods approvingly, then turns to Goldie Locks) Goldie, you’ve been a cornerstone of this trio since day one. But since Shadowfall, we’ve seen you take a step back from singles competition after losing the Queen of the North title. How’s the Golden One feeling heading into Convergence — and tonight’s match alongside your partners?
GOLDIE LOCKS: (Smiles, her tone reflective but strong) You know, Alex, losing that crown… it wasn’t easy. But every story’s gotta have its twist, right? I took a step back, but only to find my shine again. I’ve been training harder, watching my sisters tear it up week after week — and when Convergence comes around? The Blonde Bombshells Trio is stepping back into the light together.
(Alice throws her arm over Goldie’s shoulder with a grin.)
ALICE: And trust me — when Goldie’s back at full sparkle, the whole division better wear shades.
(Dorothy laughs, then looks back to the camera.)
DOROTHY: But before Convergence — we’ve got business tonight. Clara Cobweb and Gilda the Greedy think they can tangle with us? Bless their hearts. They’re about to find out what happens when the prettiest storm in NPCW starts spinning.
(The trio exchange looks, their energy syncing perfectly. Goldie raises a finger dramatically.)
GOLDIE LOCKS: You know what time it is, right?
(Alice and Dorothy nod, stepping forward in unison as the crowd on the arena monitors begins cheering louder, anticipating it.)
ALICE, DOROTHY & GOLDIE (together):
💥 WE’RE GONNA BLOW THE PLACE UP! 💥
(The camera shakes slightly with a thunderous BOOM! sound effect and a burst of golden sparkles and animated glitter across the screen. The crowd roars. The trio pose confidently before strutting off toward the entranceway.)
ALEXANDRA JONES:
(Smiling, watching them go)
The champs and their golden partner — confident, united, and ready to light up the night. The Blonde Bombshells are on a roll, and you can feel it! Let’s send it back to ringside!
[FADE OUT — NPCW LOGO]
MATCH 4 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “She is the fury forged by fire, the sister of steel, and the chain-wielding huntress who leaves witches in ruins—GRRRRETELLLLLL!” | “From the shadows where the living dare not tread… representing the Witch’s Coven… she is the spellbound mistress of final rites… Laaaa Bruuujaaa... Mueeeerteeee!!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The lights dim to a blood-red hue as heavy, industrial metal roars through the speakers—rattling with the sound of clanging chains and war drums. A single spotlight cuts through the darkness as Gretel storms through the curtain, dragging a long, wrapped silver chain behind her. Her attire is rugged and tactical, adorned with hunter sigils and battle-worn leather. She walks with icy focus and unshakable intensity, barely acknowledging the crowd as the chain clinks with every step. On the apron, she twirls the weapon with ease before snapping it around her shoulders and stepping into the ring like she owns it. | The arena dims to a deathly violet hue as ominous chimes and slow, ritualistic Latin chanting begin to echo. A heavy, doom-laced metal track kicks in with deep drums and thunderclaps. La Bruja Muerte slowly emerges through a swirling haze of incense smoke, draped in black lace and bone-white face paint resembling a gothic calavera. Her eyes fixed on the ring—never acknowledging the crowd. Her aura radiates inevitability—cold, merciless, and cursed. |
HANA NAKAMURA: (With measured excitement as the bell rings)
Ladies and gentlemen, match yonban—match number four of the evening—brings us a fierce stylistic clash! From the dark heart of the Witch’s Coven, La Bruja Muerte enters tonight flanked by her sisters, the Coven, ready to bring curses and chaos to the ring!
VERA “THE IRON MAIDEN” STEELE: And across from her, you’ve got Gretel from the Hunter’s Enclave — one of the toughest competitors in NPCW’s women’s division. She’s got that predator’s mindset, Hana. No nonsense, no theatrics, just precision and power. If anyone can cut through the Coven’s sorcery, it’s Gretel.
HANA: Hai! Gretel-san wa totemo tsuyoi! So strong, so sharp. This one will not be a fairy tale — this will be a fight.
(The bell rings, and Gretel explodes out of her corner, catching La Bruja Muerte off guard with a blistering superkick that echoes through the Toronto Maple Arena.)
HANA: Superkick right out of the gate! Sugoi! Gretel didn’t waste a second—she’s hunting early!
VERA: That’s classic Gretel—she likes to control the tempo. When she gets you reeling, it’s tough to recover.
(La Bruja tries to regroup, but Gretel’s relentless — landing a spinning heel kick that knocks the witchy warrior to the mat. The Coven pounds on the apron, hissing incantations to rally their sister.)
HANA: Those kicks are connecting clean—she’s using her agility to perfection!
(But in the third minute, La Bruja seizes an opening, going low and wrenching Gretel’s arm into a cross armbreaker! Gretel grimaces, then rolls through—countering into a sharp enzuigiri! The crowd pops!)
VERA: That’s how you counter a joint lock — fluid motion, great awareness. Gretel’s mat instincts are seriously underrated.
(La Bruja fires back moments later, dragging Gretel down into a STF, snarling and pulling back hard.)
HANA: Ohh! The STF! Will Gretel tap? No—she’s crawling! Crawling toward the ropes!
(Gretel claws her way to the bottom rope — “Honest” Abe forces the break. The crowd roars their approval as Gretel rises, wiping blood from her lip.)
VERA: That’s grit, pure and simple. Gretel’s pain tolerance is off the charts.
(The Coven starts getting more involved — a broomstick smack across Gretel’s back draws boos from the fans.)
HANA: Come on! That’s not majime—not honorable! “Honest” Abe didn’t see it—The Coven is earning their name tonight!
(Despite the interference, Gretel fights back with a burst of fury—shining wizard, pump kick, sliding knee strike—her offense chaining together beautifully as the crowd chants her name.)
VERA: That’s textbook Gretel — precision striking, strong base, always driving forward. Every move builds to the next.
(La Bruja retaliates with a Blood Moon Bomb off the top rope that nearly ends it, but Gretel kicks out at two and a half!)
HANA: Ni-ten-go! So close! La Bruja thought she had her—but Gretel refuses!
(The final minutes are chaotic — another Coven distraction, a countered Curse Breaker, and Gretel finally catches Muerte flush with the K-360 Belly-to-Back Flipping GTS! The arena erupts!)
VERA: Beautiful impact — she caught her right on the jaw!
(The Coven tries one last bit of interference, consoling La Bruja from ringside, but Gretel snatches her up in a Rolling Fireman’s Carry! She crashes down hard, hooks the leg!*)
HANA: Ichi... ni... san! She did it! Gretel ga kachimashita! Gretel wins!
(The bell rings and the crowd roars as Gretel sits up, panting, glaring at the Coven as they drag La Bruja to safety.)
VERA: That’s a huge win for Gretel. She needed this momentum, and she earned every bit of it — even with the Coven’s tricks.
HANA: Hai! She endured the darkness and struck with the hunter’s heart! Gretel… survives the spell!
GRETEL DEFEATS LA BRUJA MUERTE VIA PINFALL AT THE 18-MINUTE MARK
MATCH 5 INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “They came from the land of dreams… to turn the world into a waking nightmare! With fists that speak louder than rules — they are the KA-BOOM behind the rebellion… this is DOROTHY! This is ALICE! Together… they are… the BLONDE BOMBSHELLS!” | Wrapped in silk, bathed in gold, and armed with poison smiles — these two don’t just win matches, they drain their victims of every ounce of pride! The Black Widow of the ring — CLARA COBWEB! The diamond-hearted diva — GILDA THE GREEDY! Together, they are the embodiment of corruption and charm… THE SILK AND THE SIN!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| The arena goes dark. Sirens blare faintly beneath an aggressive punk rock beat as a voice screams over the system: “THEY’RE GONNA BLOW THE PLACE UP… KA-BOOOOOM!”Suddenly, spotlights hit the crowd — and Dorothy and Alice emerge through the fans, wearing black hoodies, wielding kendo sticks, and full of attitude. They slap hands, shout to the rafters, and storm the barricade with raw energy. As they hit the ring, they rip off the hoodies revealing their custom Blonde Bombshell gear — ready to ignite a revolution. | The arena dims as eerie string music mixed with industrial trip-hop creeps through the speakers. A single spotlight illuminates Clara Cobweb, standing still in a long black veil as strands of silver web patterns shimmer across the ramp. Behind her, Gilda the Greedy emerges, draped in gold and jewels, twirling a stolen necklace with a smirk. The music kicks into a slithering bassline as the two slowly saunter toward the ring — Clara running her fingers across the ropes like spinning silk, while Gilda flashes her stolen riches toward the booing crowd. They share a mocking bow before turning cold glares toward their opponents. |
Hana Nakamura: “Konnichiwa, fans of Northern Belles! Hana Nakamura here ringside for Match Five, and what a special one this is — the reigning North Star Tag Team Champions, the Blonde Bombshells — Alice and Dorothy — are stepping into the ring tonight in a non-title contest!”
Vera “The Iron Maiden” Steele: “That’s right, Hana. These two are as polished as they come — pure ring chemistry, great instincts, and the crowd absolutely adores them. But they can’t underestimate their opponents — Clara Cobweb and Gilda the Greedy are opportunists. If the Bombshells slip up, they’ll pounce.”
Hana: “Hai! And the fans are already chanting for Alice — she’s starting us off against Clara Cobweb! Let’s see some magic from Wonderland!”
Hana: “Alice rolls through—oh! Beautiful CODE RED SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! That was lightning fast!”
Vera: “Excellent leverage and body control. Clara absorbed every bit of that impact.”
Hana: “Oh ho! Everyone’s in the ring! Tag chaos! Sugoi! Dorothy hits a big BULLDOG while Alice follows with her Wonderlands End Moonsault!”*
Vera: “And look at the counters — Clara’s Eternal Tangle connects, and Gilda with a Pay Off slam! All four competitors just traded heavy shots!”
Hana: “They’re back to one-on-one — Alice with a DOUBLE KNEEDROP! Right to the sternum!”
Vera: “Clara’s fighting back with that cartwheel elbow drop — flashy but effective. Alice still maintaining the edge here.”
Hana: “Clara counters! Eternal Tangle connects again! Alice looks dazed!”
Vera: “Perfect sit-out execution. Clara’s ring awareness is strong — and smart move, tagging in Gilda.”
Hana: “And here comes Gilda the Greedy — ohhh, SPEAR! Right through Alice!”
Vera: “That one landed flush. Gilda’s a powerhouse — she nearly cut Alice in half. But Alice wisely tags Dorothy to regroup.”
Hana: “Dorothy enters with that Kansas fire! Flying headscissors — down goes Gilda!”
Vera: “Beautiful rotation — Dorothy’s technical fundamentals are impeccable.”
Hana: “Gilda tries to muscle her down with a German suplex—Dorothy slips free!”
Vera: “Great defense. Dorothy turned her hips to neutralize the lift — textbook counterwrestling.”
Hana: “Dorothy scoops her up—BODYSLAM! Ooh, Gilda’s feeling that one!”
Vera: “She goes for the pin—no, Gilda kicks out at two! Smart tag by Dorothy, bringing Alice back in. Great teamwork by the champions.”
Hana: “Alice soars again—Wonderlands End Moonsault! Right on target!”
Vera: “And a quick cover! One… two… no! Clara stays alive. But Alice isn’t letting up.”
Hana: “Rabbit Hole DDT! Alice planted her!”
Vera: “Picture-perfect spike. That could be all—no! Clara kicks out again. She’s surviving by pure grit.”
Hana: “Alice gets reversed—but wait! She counters midair—Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana! Amazing agility!”
Vera: “That’s championship-level ring sense. She turned Clara’s offense into momentum for her own finisher. This might be slipping away for Cobweb.”
Hana: “Alice up top—Double Kneeeedrop! Right on target! She’s got her—cover!”
Vera: “Referee down for the count—one, two, three! That’s it!”*
Hana: “The champions win again! What a thrilling non-title showcase, Vera — Alice and Dorothy proving once more why they are the queens of tag team wrestling!”
Vera: “They kept control, communicated constantly, and finished decisively. Clara and Gilda showed some flashes, but the Bombshells’ polish is unmatched. And the fans? They’re absolutely loving it.”
Hana: “Hai! The Blonde Bombshells shine bright tonight — golden hair, golden hearts, and golden belts! Omedetō!”
BLONDE BOMBSHELLS (ALICE & DOROTHY) DEFEAT CLARA COBWEB & GILDA THE GREEDY VIA PINFALL (ALICE OVER CLARA AFTER DOUBLE KNEEKDROP) AT THE 12-MINUTE MARK.
CRIMSON VANE,
SISTER OF THE HOOD
[Camera opens backstage in front of the Northern Belles logo backdrop. Alexandra Jones stands poised, microphone in hand, beside Crimson Vane, flanked by her sisters Scarlett and Ruby Howl.]
Alexandra Jones: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now is Crimson Vane of the Hunter’s Enclave — and she’s got her Sisters of the Hood right by her side, Scarlett and Ruby Howl. Crimson, in just a few moments, you’ll be stepping into the ring for a non-title match against the reigning Queen of the North Champion, Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack. That’s quite the challenge.”
Crimson Vane: (smirks confidently) “Challenge? Maybe for her. But you see, Alex, hunting wolves is what I do best. The bigger the prey, the sharper the aim — and tonight, I plan to put the Queen right in my crosshairs. After I beat Moonshadow, no one can deny I deserve a title shot.”
Alexandra Jones: “You’ve only been in NPCW a short time, Crimson — getting a title opportunity this soon would be a major accomplishment.”
Crimson Vane: “I don’t measure time, Alex — I measure results. And tonight, the result’s gonna be a wolf down and a hunter standing tall.”
Alexandra Jones: “Now, Scarlett, Ruby — you two are usually competing down in HCW. What brings you North tonight?”
Scarlett Howl: (grinning) “We came north to cheer on our sister, Alex. We might hunt in different woods, but blood runs thicker than territory.”
Crimson Vane: “Exactly. Whether we’re in the North facing Wolves, Demons, or Witches — or down South taking the fight to the Dark Dominion — we’ve always got each other’s backs. The Hood doesn’t splinter. We hunt together.”
Alexandra Jones: “Speaking of the Dark Dominion… Scarlett, Ruby — that was a tough loss last night against Count Vlad and his group. What’s next for you two?”
Scarlett Howl: (steps closer, eyes narrowing with fire) “Oh, we’re not done with that turncoat Mina Harker — or any of her Dominion friends. Convergence is coming, and when it does… the Sisters of the Hood are going hunting. And this time, we’re not coming back empty-handed.”
[Ruby nods silently, arms folded, a fierce glare in her eyes.]
Alexandra Jones: “Strong words from the Sisters of the Hood. Crimson Vane, best of luck in your match tonight.”
[Crimson adjusts her gloves, gives a cold smirk.]
Crimson Vane: “Luck’s for the hunted.”
[She walks off toward the entranceway as Scarlett and Ruby turn to head down another corridor toward the locker area.]
Alexandra Jones: (turning back to camera) “Crimson Vane heads to the ring to face the Queen of the North Champion Moonshadow — next!”
[Camera fades out as the crowd can be faintly heard cheering from the arena.]
MAIN EVENT INTROS AND ENTRANCES | |
| Intro by Celeste Orion | Intro by Celeste Orion |
| “She’s the storm beneath the moonlight, the wild heart of the Pack… fearless, feral, and unforgiving… this is… MOOOOON SHAAADOOOW!!” | “She rises from the shadows with the grace of a wolf and the fury of the hunt… cloaked in crimson, forged in vengeance, and cheered by the faithful… NPCW fans, raise your voices and let the night tremble… for CRIMSON VANE!” |
| Entrance | Entrance |
| A single wolf howl echoes through the arena as a pale blue light bathes the stage. Tribal drums and a dark, synth-heavy track pulse through the speakers as Moon Shadow steps through the mist — draped in a shredded cloak and war paint under her eyes. Her gaze is ice-cold, her stance unshakable. She raises her arms to the crowd and lets out a primal scream, causing the arena to echo with energy. Strong. Unapologetic. Alpha in her own right — and a force within the Pack. | The arena plunges into darkness as a lone violin begins the eerie opening of a gothic orchestral remix of “In the Hall of the Mountain King.” Red fog spills across the stage as wolf howls echo through the arena. The crowd roars when Crimson Vane steps out, clad in her crimson hooded cloak and gripping her silver-tipped cane sword. She lowers the hood, fixing the hardcam with a piercing stare, then slowly raises her head and lets out a chilling howl to the rafters. The fans answer with a thunderous “HOWL! HOWL! HOWL!” chant as she marches with deadly grace toward the ring. |
[The camera pans over the Northern Belles crowd, electric with anticipation. The lights dim as a silver-blue glow floods the entrance ramp. The haunting howl of a wolf echoes through the arena.]
Hana Nakamura: “Ladies and gentlemen, kore wa sugoi desu! It’s time for our main event! The Queen of the North Champion, Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack, steps into the ring — and what a scene this is, Vera! The entire Pack is out here tonight!”
Vera Steele: “That’s right, Hana. Big Bad Wolf, The Howlers, Moon Silver — they’re all circling the ring, keeping a close eye on this hunt. Moonshadow’s the top predator in the North right now, and Crimson Vane’s walking straight into the den.”
[Moonshadow enters gracefully, her Queen’s crown gleaming under the lights as she raises the title high to the cheers of the crowd. The Pack howls in unison from ringside.]
Hana Nakamura: “Moonshadow… the Queen of the North! But look — here comes Crimson Vane!”
[The lights drop into a blood-red hue as the sound of a crossbow loading echoes. Crimson Vane steps out in her hunter’s leathers, eyes locked on the ring — until they catch a familiar face in the crowd. In the front row sits a rugged, muscular man in his late 20s. His presence radiates quiet menace. Dark hair with a streak of crimson, Short, trimmed beard, Black shirt with crimson trim, White wolf head embroidered on his chest, and Cuffs grey as Jasper stone. Crimson’s expression hardens into a glare.]
Vera Steele: “Well, well… looks like Crimson’s got some unwanted company here tonight. Whoever that is, she’s not pleased to see him.”
Hana Nakamura: “No, she is not! Her eyes — kirei demo kowai! Beautiful but dangerous!”
[Crimson shakes it off and rolls into the ring, locking eyes with Moonshadow as ‘Honest’ Abe calls for the bell.]
Hana Nakamura: “And here we go! Moonshadow and Crimson Vane — the Wolf Queen and the Hunter — doushite! What a matchup!”
Crimson charges first, ducking a wild lariat from Moonshadow and catching her with a Crimson Thornplant DDT! The Queen’s crown might’ve just rattled loose!
Vera Steele: “Beautiful execution! Dropped her right on the top of her head — Crimson Vane is all business tonight.”
Crimson doesn’t let up — she lines up her shot and nails Moonshadow with a Moonfang Kick, a sharp Pele-style strike that lands flush on the jaw!
Hana Nakamura: “Sugoi! What a kick! Crimson is hunting fast and fierce!”
Vera Steele: “And smart — she’s keeping Moonshadow off balance, not letting her use that pack advantage. This is a hunter isolating her prey.”
Moonshadow recovers, catching Crimson with a smooth Neckbreaker out of nowhere!
Hana Nakamura: “Ah! Just like that — Moonshadow showing why she’s the champion!”
Vera Steele: “That’s the ring awareness of a veteran, Hana. Moonshadow let her overcommit and made her pay.”
The Queen of the North goes airborne, landing a Flying Kneedrop right to Crimson’s sternum!
Hana Nakamura: “Right to the chest — itai! That hurts! The Queen is turning this around!”
Vera Steele: “Crimson needs to regroup, or this hunt will end with the hunter as the hunted.”
Both women collide mid-ring — Moonshadow tries to toss Crimson through the ropes, but Crimson reverses it into a Witchwood Drop (Death Valley Driver) on the floor!
Hana Nakamura: “Oh my goodness! That impact — right on the floor! Omoshiroi!”
Vera Steele: “That’s a message, Hana. Crimson Vane’s saying, ‘I don’t just hunt — I finish.’”
[Crimson gets to her feet outside the ring, breathing heavily. Suddenly, that same bearded man stands and shouts something at her. The crowd murmurs as she storms toward him, shouting back. Their exchange grows heated — he laughs, holding up the shirt with the white wolf symbol like a taunt.]
Hana Nakamura: “Who is that man?! Crimson looks furious!”
Vera Steele: “Whoever he is, he’s about to cost her this match — look at the referee!”
[‘Honest’ Abe continues the count — 6…7…8… Crimson glances back, realizing too late what’s happening.]
Hana Nakamura: “Oh no — she’s still arguing! Hayaku! Get back in the ring!”
Vera Steele: “Too late, Hana — that’s ten!”
[The bell rings. The crowd gasps as Moonshadow kneels in the ring, catching her breath while Abe signals for the decision.]
Hana Nakamura: “I can’t believe it! Crimson Vane just got counted out!”
Vera Steele: “That’s what happens when emotion takes over. She had the Queen in trouble — maybe even beat — but she let that mystery man get in her head. A costly mistake.”
Hana Nakamura: “Moonshadow escapes tonight, but Crimson… she’ll remember this. Kore wa owatte nai! This is not over!”
MOONSHADOW DEFEATS CRIMSON VANE VIA COUNT-OUT AT THE 5 MINUTE MARK.
[As Moonshadow raises her title high, the Pack howls in victory while Crimson fumes outside the ring, eyes still locked on the grinning man in the crowd. The final image fades with her whispering something cold and venomous — “You’ll pay for this brother!”]
CLOSING SEGMENT -
THE WHITE WOLF
The door slams open so hard that it rattles the mirror on the wall. Crimson Vane storms in, her crimson cloak swirling behind her, fury carved across her face. She paces like a caged animal, fists clenched, jaw tight.
Behind her, the sound of boots on tile — her sisters, Scarlett Howl and Ruby Howl, rush in. Scarlett’s still got her HCW jacket slung over her shoulder, and Ruby’s hair is tied back, her expression caught somewhere between worry and exasperation.
Scarlett Howl: “Crimson! Whoa—slow down! What happened out there?”
Crimson Vane (snarling): “What happened? I had her, Scarlett! I had Moonshadow beaten! And then that—” (she slams her fist against a locker door) “—that idiot showed up in the crowd. I took my eyes off her for one second and—”
Ruby Howl: “—and the Queen of the North gets the count-out. Yeah, we saw. You still looked great out there, sis.”
Crimson (turning sharply): “Don’t try to soften it. That wasn’t greatness, Ruby. That was weakness. Hunters don’t lose track of their prey.”
(She takes a breath, trying to steady herself — the red glow in her eyes fading slightly as her sisters move closer. The room is tense, filled with the smell of sweat, leather, and the faintest trace of gun oil.)
Scarlett (soothing): “Hey. Breathe. Everyone gets distracted sometimes, Crimson. It’s not—”
(A deep, gravelly male voice cuts through the air from offscreen.)
???: “That was a rookie mistake, allowing yourself to get so easily distracted…”
(Crimson freezes. The voice — unmistakable. Her shoulders stiffen, and she turns toward the far corner of the room where a shape moves in the shadows.)
Crimson (low, bitter): “…Hello, father. I should’ve known you’d show up after seeing Jasper out there.”
[The camera pans toward the corner of the room.]
Seated in an old wooden chair, bathed in half-shadow, is Garnet Hood, patriarch of the Hood family. He’s a weathered man in his late 50s — tall, broad, built like an old-world hunter who’s seen every horror the night has to offer. His wolf-grey hair and streaked beard catch the dim light. His long crimson coat, trimmed in wolf-pelt, makes him look like both warrior and noble.
His piercing eyes — the eyes of a hunter — glint as he rises slowly.
Garnet Hood: “Still sharp-tongued, I see. But your focus is slipping, Crimson. That’s how good hunters die.”
(The locker room door creaks open again. Enter Jasper Hood — the bearded man from the audience, smirking.)
Jasper Hood (mocking): “Aw, big sis, I expected way better than that from you. You had her eating outta your hand until you got all sentimental.”
Crimson (glaring): “So the two of you came north just to critique me?”
Garnet (gruffly): “I came because I’m not pleased with how Van Helsing and his Hunter’s Enclave have been treating my daughters. Sending Scarlett and Ruby down south to face the Dark Dominion — and that turned traitor Mina Harker…”
Scarlett (defiant): “Dad, we’re grown women! We can take care of ourselves. I volunteered to go to HCW — nobody sent me.”
Garnet (shaking his head): “Brash as ever, Scarlett. You’ve no idea how dangerous the Dominion truly is. Vlad isn’t a monster to be toyed with, and Mina Harker… she’s fallen completely to the dark side now.”
Crimson (folding her arms): “Don’t worry. Van Helsing and the Enclave are backing us up.”
Garnet (snapping): “You place too much faith in that eternal!”
(The air grows heavy — tension thick as storm clouds. Crimson’s eyes flash, her voice sharp.)
Crimson: “Well, great-grandmother trusted him enough to start the Hunter’s Enclave with him.”
Garnet (his tone low and dangerous): “And do not forget where that trust got her.”
(A long, weighted silence. Even Jasper looks down for a moment. The legacy of the Hood family — its triumphs and tragedies — hangs in the air like smoke.)
Scarlett (gently, stepping between them): “Okay. Enough. We all know the story, Father. And that’s exactly why we’re out there — finding out why Mina’s turned, and what Vlad and his Dominion are really after.”
Garnet (grimly): “And that’s why your brother and I are here — to make sure my family doesn’t get caught in the crossfire.”
(Just then, the sound of heavy boots echo in the hall. The door opens — and Gretel and Abraham Van Helsing step into the frame. The air almost crackles as Garnet and Van Helsing lock eyes.)
Van Helsing (calm, measured): “Hello, Garnet. It’s been a long time.”
Garnet (coolly): “Humph. Abraham… still breathing, I see. We need to talk.”
Van Helsing: “Yes. Yes, we do.”
(The two men — legends of the hunt, bound by history and distrust — stand face to face, the weight of generations between them. Scarlett, Ruby, Crimson, Gretel, and Jasper exchange uncertain glances as the tension simmers.)
[The camera slowly zooms out — the flickering light casting long shadows over the Hood family and the hunters’ uneasy reunion. The scene fades to black as the Northern Belles logo pulses across the screen.]
[END SCENE]
[Camera cuts back to the commentary table. The arena lights dim as the Northern Belles logo glows across the screen. The audience buzzes after the tense closing confrontation between the Hoods and Van Helsing.]
Hana Nakamura: “Ohhh my goodness, minna-san! What an ending tonight! Crimson Vane loses to Moonshadow, but that was only the beginning of the real drama! The Hood family… and Van Helsing — face to face again after all these years! Sugoi!”
Vera "The Iron Maiden" Steele: “Hana, that was not just drama — that was history catching up to itself. Garnet Hood returning, his son Jasper showing his face in the crowd, and the tension with Van Helsing… this changes everything for the Hunter’s Enclave. You could feel the air crackle the moment those two men locked eyes.”
Hana: “Yes! And you can see it — the Hunters are not united right now. Zenzen! There is tension in the family, in the Enclave, and with the Dominion still out there, that could spell danger for everyone in NPCW’s Northern Division.”
Vera: “That’s the truth. The Sisters of the Hood are walking into Convergence with enemies in every direction — the Wolf Pack, the Dark Dominion, and now maybe even their own bloodline issues. The question is… who can they really trust?”
Hana: “Ohhh, so mysterious! I love it! Subarashii! What a night we had — the Queen of the North standing tall, the Pack howling proud, and the Hunters… left to pick up the pieces.”
Vera: “And next week, we’ll see what fallout comes from this confrontation — and whether the Hood family can truly find common ground, or if we’re watching the start of a civil war among the hunters.”
Hana (smiling to camera): “Until then, thank you everyone for watching Northern Belles! I’m Hana Nakamura—”
Vera: “And I’m Vera Steele— reminding you to stay strong, stay sharp, and always fight with honor.”
Hana (with a wink): “And maybe, a little bit of style! Good night, everyone!”
[Cue outro music: the Northern Belles theme plays as the screen fades to the logo. The final shot shows a split image — Moonshadow celebrating with the Pack, and Crimson Vane glaring toward the shadows where her father stood.]
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