Aired - November 2, 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
CROWD AND WELCOMING
[OPENING: The familiar Northern Belles theme plays, the camera sweeping through the intimate Iron Ring Academy studio — banners of past NPCW women’s champions drape the rafters, fans pack the small bleachers waving homemade signs, and the energy is electric despite the smaller venue.]
[Cameras catch sitting in the audience Santa Claus himself. Next to him is a large burly man with long hair and beard. He looks intense and those around him are keeping their distance. On the screen under them are the names Santa Claus and Alaska Wildman Jax Brenner. under their names the tag line Brenner resurrected by Santa after HCW House of Horrors.]
[CUT TO: A full shot of the ring. NPCW Women’s Executive General Manager, Ms. Sweetins, stands at the center holding a silver microphone, dressed sharply in a tailored maroon suit with a gold NPCW brooch.]
Ms. Sweetins (smiling warmly):
“Good evening, everyone — and welcome to a very special edition of Northern Belles, live from the Iron Ring Wrestling Academy!”
[Crowd cheers, fans clap rhythmically as the camera pans over the studio, showcasing signs like “TEAM GOLDIE LOCKS,” “MOONSHADOW FOREVER,” and “THE HOOD LEGACY LIVES ON!”]
Ms. Sweetins (continuing):
“As many of you know, our home — the North Pole Arena — is being transformed into part of the brand-new Scrooge Glacier Plex, opening next week! So for this episode, we’ve taken the show back to where it all began!”
[Camera pans to show the Iron Ring banners, weight racks, and training rings converted into production space.]
Ms. Sweetins:
“This is where dreams are forged and legends are made. Tonight, we’re celebrating the academy that gave rise to so many of your favorite stars. And to make things even more exciting—”
(She smiles knowingly.)
“Tonight’s format is going to be a little different. Instead of backstage interviews, we’ll be airing special video messages from NPCW superstars who graduated from this very building. They’ll be sharing their memories, lessons, and some tough love for the next generation.”
[Camera cuts to excited fans in the front row, cheering.]
Ms. Sweetins (with a light laugh):
“And as you can see, we’ve transformed the top floor of the academy into our very own mini arena — complete with lights, cameras, and the same heart you’ve come to expect from the women of NPCW!”
[Crowd applause intensifies.]
Ms. Sweetins:
“Now before we kick things off, a few quick updates! Our beloved play-by-play commentator, Hana Nakamura, is currently in Japan on an undisclosed assignment — but don’t worry, she’ll be back in December, just in time for the lead-up to Nightmare at the North Pole 2025!”
(Smiling toward the announce desk.)
“Filling in tonight, please welcome our backstage interviewer — Alexandra Jones!”
[Spotlight shifts to the commentary desk where Alexandra waves to the camera.]
Ms. Sweetins:
“And joining Alexandra, as always, our fearless Iron Maiden — Vera Steele!”
(Vera nods respectfully, a confident smile on her face.)
Ms. Sweetins:
“And for this special Iron Ring broadcast, we’ve invited one of the busiest women in NPCW — the head of talent relations for the Iron Ring Academy herself — Veronica ‘Vee’ Vandal!”
[The crowd pops as Vee gives a charming little wave, blowing a kiss to the camera.]
Ms. Sweetins (finishing):
“So buckle up, because tonight you’re not just watching NPCW… you’re seeing the next wave of superstars being forged right before your eyes!”
[Crowd roars approval. Ms. Sweetins gestures proudly around her before stepping aside as the commentary team takes over.]
Cut to the Announce Desk
[Camera zooms in on the broadcast desk — silver NPCW logo, compact but polished setup. Alexandra, Vera, and Vee sit poised, headsets on, with an electric energy in the air.]
Alexandra Jones (brightly, with enthusiasm):
“Thank you, Ms. Sweetins! What an incredible atmosphere here tonight — the Iron Ring Academy looks amazing, and this crowd is ready for some serious action!”
Vera Steele (measured tone):
“You can feel it in the air, Alexandra. These walls have seen countless bumps, bruises, and breakthroughs — and tonight, some of the most promising women in NPCW are going to prove why this academy is still the gold standard.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (grinning, slick confidence):
“Oh, you better believe it, ladies! I’ve been here since 6 AM making sure every single Iron Ring graduate shines tonight — and trust me, the talent coming out of this place? Chef’s kiss. This isn’t a training ground, it’s a launch pad!”
Alexandra (laughing):
“I think you’ve sold us already, Vee! Let’s run down tonight’s card so everyone knows what they’re in for.”
MATCH CARD ANNOUNCEMENT
Vera:
“We’re opening strong with a battle of rising stars — Beatrice Boup takes on Patchwork Peg, a match that promises a blend of beauty, chaos, and technique.”
Vee:
“Then it’s a creepy-cute collision — the Grimm Sisters versus Patchwork Paula and Piper, in a tag match that’ll test who’s truly sewn together tighter!”
Alexandra:
“After that, two former Iron Ring students meet again as Dorothy faces Medussa Nemesis — a clash of heart versus haunting power!”
Vera:
“And don’t blink, because next, Alice goes one-on-one with the unstoppable Hydra Veyne — one of the academy’s fiercest physical graduates.”
Vee (smirking):
“Then we’ve got history — two former Queens of the North collide when Moonshadow takes on Goldie Locks. Both want another shot at the crown, and they’ll do anything to get it!”
Alexandra (with building energy):
“And in our main event, the reigning Queen of the North — Lilith — faces off against Maid Marion in a non-title match that’s more personal than professional. Marion’s been waiting weeks to confront Lilith after that little… incident with Robin Hood.”
(Vee snickers knowingly while Vera rolls her eyes.)
Vera:
“Personal or not, it’s going to be a main event worthy of the Iron Ring stage.”
Alexandra:
“Well said! Don’t go anywhere folks, because Northern Belles: Iron Beauties starts right now!”
[Cue NPCW bumper logo and fade into the first commercial.]
NPCW IRON RING ACADEMY — OFFICIAL TV COMMERCIAL
[OPENING — Black screen. The metallic echo of hammering rings out. Sparks flash.]
NARRATOR (deep, gritty voice):
"In the Iron Ring… every legend begins as raw metal — waiting to be forged."
[CUT TO: The Iron Ring Academy exterior at night — a snowstorm swirling around the glowing NPCW banner. Inside, the rhythmic pounding of training echoes like a heartbeat.]
REX “THE ANVIL” DURRAN (arms folded, standing center ring):
"This isn’t just training… this is transformation."
[MONTAGE: trainees sprinting ropes, hitting slams, faces dripping sweat. The ring shakes. Sparks from welding flash beside the academy logo.]
NARRATOR:
"Here, pain is the teacher… and glory is the test. Inside these walls, the next generation of NPCW’s most dangerous, most bizarre, and most unforgettable warriors are being born."
Spotlight Talent Montage
[Cobweb Clara twirls through fog, tossing silk strands like snowflakes.]
CLARA (soft whisper):
"Step into my web… and be woven into history."
(She traps a sparring partner between ropes with eerie grace.)
[Gilda the Greedy storms in, gold coins spilling from her bag as she smirks.]
GILDA:
"Every match is an investment… and I always collect."
(She palms a referee a bribe, then nails her partner with a clothesline.)
[The Patchwork Dolls creep forward in flickering light, their movements jerky and inhuman.]
PATCHY PEG:
"We’re stitched together… and coming for you."
(The Dolls move in eerie synchronization, forming a circle around a downed trainee.)
[Thimble Hex tosses a shining thimble at the camera.]
THIMBLE HEX (cackling):
"Pricked by fate… doomed by design!"
(She tumbles, snarls, and leaps back to her feet with manic energy.)
[CUT TO: Veronica “Vee” Vandal in her sleek office — headset on, walls lined with NPCW photos. She flips through headshots, smirking.]
VEE:
"I’m already getting calls. These rookies aren’t waiting for the spotlight — they are the spotlight."
[FINAL MONTAGE — rapid flashes of training chaos: Danny Dare barking orders, Colt Maddox slamming pads, Sasha Steelheart coaching a suplex, Rex pacing like a drill sergeant. The academy roars with energy.]
NARRATOR (rising intensity):
"The Iron Ring Academy — where the freakish, the fearless, and the future of NPCW are forged in fire."
[TEXT ON SCREEN, glowing against molten metal:]
NPCW IRON RING ACADEMY
“Where Legends Are Forged.”
[NPCW Logo fades in with snow and sparks.]
Apply now. Your destiny is waiting.
Alexandra Jones (energetic, smiling): “All right, folks — we’re kicking things off right here at the Iron Ring Academy with our first match of the night! It’s the dynamic Beatrice Boup taking on Iron Ring’s own Patchwork Peg!”
Vera Steele (steady, analytical): “This is a great way to open the show. Beatrice Boup — colorful, confident, and lightning fast — against Patchwork Peg, who’s got that unpredictable, stitched-together style that makes her so dangerous in bursts.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (leaning in, proud tone): “And don’t forget, Peg is one of ours! A proud graduate of this academy. I remember her first month here — she could barely run the ropes without looking like a marionette on caffeine. But now? She’s found her rhythm, and she’s as deceptive as they come. Never count her out.”
Alexandra (grinning): “Well said, Vee! Let’s get to it — the ref’s ready, the crowd’s ready, and the bell has rung!”
[Bell rings — the small crowd claps rhythmically.]
Alexandra: “And here we go — collar and elbow tie-up in the center of the ring! Peg tries to muscle Beatrice toward the ropes, but Boup ducks low— oh! Beautiful flying forearm smash!”
Vera: “Quick thinking from Boup. She’s using her agility early, staying out of Peg’s range. Beatrice is so deceptively strong for her size.”
Vee (with a chuckle): “Peg’ll shake it off. She’s taken harder shots in morning drills. That girl’s stitched from tougher fabric than she looks!”
Alexandra: “Peg rolls to a knee, trying to regroup — Beatrice charges, looking for a crossbody— NO! Peg reverses it! And she drops right on top with a bodypress onto the floor!”
Vera: “Peg turned that momentum perfectly — that’s the kind of ring IQ that gets drilled into you at Iron Ring.”
Vee: “Exactly! You can’t teach instinct like that — you forge it! That’s what this academy is about.”
Alexandra: “Referee ‘Honest’ Abe starting the count! Beatrice trying to shake it off— 6…7…8— and she just slides back in at the count of eight!”
Vera: “She’s got heart. No way Beatrice is letting the first match of the night end like that.”
Alexandra: “Back in the ring now — Boup springs up— Mule kick! catches Peg off guard! But Peg fires back with a body slam! The pace is picking up!”
Vera: “Both women trading momentum now — this is turning into a test of who can recover faster between moves.”
Vee (grinning): “And if it’s recovery, I’m betting on Peg. That girl’s had to sew herself back together — figuratively and literally!”
Alexandra: “Boup bounces off the ropes — Flying forearm smash! connects again! Peg staggers back!”
Vera: “Beatrice is zoning in now — that forearm has become her go-to tonight.”
Alexandra: “Peg tries to get her footing, but Beatrice’s speed is just relentless — foot to face! Peg goes down hard!”
Vee (applauding): “All right, that was clean! Gotta give it to Beatrice — she’s bringing her A-game tonight.”
Alexandra: “Peg’s up again — both women off the ropes— Peg with a dropkick! Beatrice counters midair with a diving crossbody! Oh, they collided hard!”
Vera: “That’s the danger of two high-flyers. Sometimes, you both hit your mark.”
Vee: “Yeah, but if this was training, Rex Durran would’ve had both of them doing laps after that one.”
Alexandra: “Beatrice hits the ropes again — diving crossbody! She connects this time! Peg’s down— cover!”
Vera: “No, Peg’s still moving — she’s not giving up yet.”
Vee (encouragingly): “That’s right, Peg! Don’t stay down, dollface!”
Alexandra: “Peg’s trying to counter again but— Flying dropkick! Nails her flush in the chest! Beatrice with another cover— one… two— Peg kicks out!”
Vera: “She’s staying alive, but each of those impacts takes a toll.”
Alexandra: “Peg with a monkey flip! sending Beatrice across the ring! But Beatrice springs up— another mule kick! Peg’s staggering now!”
Vee: “You can see the fatigue setting in. That’s where conditioning comes into play — and Iron Ring always preaches cardio, cardio, cardio.”
Alexandra: “Oh, and now Beatrice sends Peg flying out of the ring with a monkey flip over the ropes! The crowd is loving this!”
Vera: “She might be out cold if she’s not careful. But Peg’s crawling— she’s back in before the six-count! Impressive grit.”
Vee (clapping): “That’s the spirit, Peg! Don’t let her have the last laugh!”
Alexandra: “Beatrice’s firing up now — kangaroo flip! What an athletic counter! But Peg grabs her— monkey flip! Both women hit the mat hard!”
Vera: “This crowd is eating it up. Back-and-forth action from start to finish.”
Alexandra: “Boup hits the ropes again— diving crossbody! connects— Peg reverses into a flying mare! Oh, what a sequence!”
Vee: “That’s textbook Iron Ring — transition drills paying off right there!”
Alexandra: “They’re both up— Peg rolls her into a front cradle! One— two— Beatrice escapes! Catches her with foot to face! Peg stumbles back!”
Vera: “Peg nearly had her. That cradle was slick.”
Vee: “She’s learning to use every angle in that ring. Win or lose, she’s earning stripes tonight.”
Alexandra: “Peg now— flying crucifix driver! But Beatrice neutralizes it! What a counter by Boup!”
Vera: “That’s her veteran savvy showing — she’s been in enough tight spots to find her balance midair.”
Alexandra: “Both women are exhausted — Peg charges— Beatrice with another foot to face! Peg bounces off— monkey flip! reversal attempt— and— Flying dropkick from Beatrice!”
Vee: “That might do it!”
Alexandra: “She’s going for the pin! One… two… three! That’s it! Beatrice Boup with the victory!”
[Crowd cheers as Beatrice celebrates, posing on the ropes while “Honest” Abe raises her arm. Peg rolls to a knee, shaking her head in frustration but nodding respectfully toward her opponent.]
BEATRICE BOUP DEFEATS PATCHWORK PEG VIA PINFALL AT THE 16-MINUTE MARK
IRON RING ACADEMY VIGNETTE 1 -
GRIMM SISTERS
[FADE IN — eerie, monochrome filter. Slow motion shots of fog curling around the Iron Ring Academy ring under dim blue lights. The echo of chain links rattling. Soft whispers in the background — distorted voices murmuring “tick... tock... Grimm…”]
[CUT TO — GLINT GRIMM, standing in the center of the empty Iron Ring ring, pale spotlight washing over her silver hair and cracked porcelain makeup. Her eyes glint faintly, like glass catching moonlight.]
Glint Grimm (haunting whisper): “They told us the Iron Ring would break us down... before it could ever build us up.”
[Intercut footage — Glint taking bumps under Sasha Steelheart’s instruction, Sasha clapping sharply and adjusting her stance.]
Sasha (off-camera): “Plant your feet, Glint! Don’t float— strike through her!”
[Glint nods, executes a precise snap kick. The sound echoes like a whip crack.]
Glint (continuing, voice overlapping): “We learned that haunting a ring means nothing... if you can’t own it.”
[CUT TO — SHADE GRIMM, sitting on a bench in the Iron Ring weight room, draped in black lace and gloves, veil covering her expression. A dim lantern flickers beside her.]
Shade Grimm (soft, venomous): “Every bruise here… was a lesson. Every fall… a thread in the web.”
[Footage — Sasha guiding her arm position in a submission drill. Shade locks in a Widow’s Choke on a trainee; Sasha slaps the mat approvingly.]
Sasha Steelheart: “That’s it! You don’t wait for pain — you create it!”
[Cut back to Shade, a cruel smile under her veil.]
Shade Grimm: “At Iron Ring… we didn’t just train. We transformed.”
[MONTAGE — quick cuts of their training evolution: Glint moving like a phantom, hitting rolling forearms; Shade baiting and countering, trapping opponents in her Widow’s Web submission. Their teamwork tightens. Their strikes synchronize.]
[Overlay — crowd clips from Halloween Horror Special, the Grimm Sisters’ 45-minute draw with the Blonde Bombshells. The sound of the bell, the crowd roaring. Both teams lying exhausted, but the Grimms’ hands raised in defiance.]
Glint Grimm (voice-over): “We didn’t win that night…”
Shade Grimm (interrupting, whispering with a smirk): “Not yet.”
Glint Grimm (coldly): “But we endured. And endurance… is the beginning of dominance.”
[CUT TO — the two standing side by side in the Iron Ring ring now. Fog swirls at their feet. The black candle in Shade’s lantern flickers.]
Shade Grimm: “The Blonde Bombshells… escaped the clock.”
Glint Grimm: “But you can’t escape time forever.”
[They stare at the camera, heads slowly tilting in sync.]
Shade Grimm (soft, deliberate): “We are the inevitability that follows… the sound of the bell.”
Glint Grimm (whispering): “Tick… tock…”
[Their silhouettes fade as the bell tolls once, echoing over the dark.]
[FADE TO LOGO — “IRON RING ACADEMY” in metallic letters, glowing faintly in silver and black.]
Vee Vandal (voice-over): “Iron Ring Academy — where graduates become contenders… and future champions.”
[Cut to commercial bumper transition sound.]
[Camera fades back to the commentary table — Alexandra Jones, Vera Steele, and Veronica “Vee” Vandal reacting to the vignette.]
Alexandra Jones (leaning forward, impressed): “Wow… if that doesn’t give you chills, nothing will. The Grimm Sisters are terrifying — but focused. You can see how the Iron Ring molded them into a legitimate threat to the Bombshells’ tag titles.”
Vera Steele (analytical, measured): “Absolutely. You don’t last forty-five minutes against Dorothy and Alice without elite conditioning and precision teamwork. And credit to Sasha Steelheart — you can see her fingerprints all over their discipline.”
Vee Vandal (proud, smirking): “Exactly! That’s the Iron Ring effect, ladies. Glint and Shade came in haunted and hungry — and now? They’re one heartbeat away from gold. Every bump they took in this building was an investment… and that payday’s coming soon.”
Alexandra (grinning): “Well said, Vee. The Bombshells might want to keep their eyes open — because those shadows are getting darker every week.”
Vera: “And speaking of Iron Ring graduates making waves, we’ve got more in-ring action coming up next— the Grimm Sisters in tag competition later tonight!”
Alexandra: “Don’t go anywhere — Northern Belles continues live from the Iron Ring Academy!”
[Camera pans over the cheering studio crowd before fading to the next segment.]
Alexandra Jones (excited, upbeat): “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our second match of the evening — a tag team clash straight from the Iron Ring Academy’s alumni ranks! The eerie, dangerous Grimm Sisters — Glint and Shade — step into the ring against two of the most bizarre duos to ever crawl out of the academy… Patchwork Paula and Patchwork Piper, joined tonight by their eerie handler, The Puppet Master!”
Vera Steele (even-toned, focused): “This is a fascinating matchup. The Grimm Sisters have been on a tear lately — pushing the Blonde Bombshells to a forty-five-minute draw at Halloween Horror — while Paula and Piper are still trying to prove their chaotic teamwork can translate into consistent success.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (confident smirk, leaning toward her mic): “Let’s be real, ladies — the Dolls are entertaining, sure, but Glint and Shade? They’re the real deal. Iron Ring graduates turned number-one contenders. Sasha Steelheart herself said they’re the most disciplined pair she’s ever coached. That’s high praise — and tonight, they’re here to remind everyone why.”
Alexandra (nodding): “Well said, Vee. Let’s head to the ring — the bell’s about to ring, and the Grimm Sisters are ready to haunt this house!”
[Bell rings — eerie blue light filters across the crowd. The Puppet Master winds his arms like a conductor, guiding Paula and Piper’s twitching motions toward the ring. Across from them, the Grimm Sisters stand perfectly still — statues of shadow and sorrow.]
Alexandra: “And here we go — Glint Grimm starting off against Patchwork Paula! They lock up in the center — Glint transitions quick, Soul Scoop! Oh! What power from the Shimmering Ghost!”
Vera: “Followed by Shade on the apron — step-up enzuigiri! The timing from the Grimms is surgical. They’ve been training for months on double-team transitions.”
Vee: “That’s the Iron Ring discipline right there — look at that fluidity! Every tag team in the division should be taking notes. This isn’t chaos — it’s choreography of destruction.”
Alexandra: “Paula staggers back, but she fights dirty — hairspray to the eyes! Come on, ref!”
Vera: “That’s a classic Doll tactic. They don’t win clean — they distract and disorient.”
Vee (rolling her eyes): “Typical. They call it creativity at the academy; I call it desperation. You can’t out-wrestle the Grimms, so you try to blind them instead.”
Alexandra: “Paula with another shot— no, Glint counters— Phantom Fall! A huge swinging neckbreaker! The ring just rattled!”
Vera: “Paula’s in trouble already. The Grimms have completely neutralized her.”
Vee: “And the scary part is, they’re not even angry — they’re methodical. Glint looks like she’s conducting a séance, not a wrestling match.”
Alexandra: “Shade tags in — they’re working like clockwork. Specter Snap! German suplex by Glint, and a step-up enzuigiri from Shade! Beautiful combination!”
Vera: “This is what makes them dangerous. Glint delivers the impact; Shade ensures the follow-through.”
Vee (grinning): “This is what we forge at Iron Ring — precision, awareness, dominance. Paula’s in deep trouble.”
Alexandra: “Shade follows up with a release German suplex! Paula’s trying to twist free but can’t! One of the best bridges I’ve seen tonight.”
Vera: “Shade Grimm doesn’t just wrestle — she hunts. Everything she does has an intent behind it.”
Vee (leaning in): “Exactly — Shade doesn’t waste a single breath. She’s cold, calculated, and lethal. It’s poetry in black lace.”
Alexandra: “Paula’s reaching for the ropes, but Glint tags back in — Specter Snap! again! Wait — Paula reverses! Smash with Mirror! Shades of their mentor, the Puppet Master!”
Vera: “That’s resourcefulness — Paula’s a survivor. She might be unpredictable, but she knows when to improvise.”
Vee (smirking): “Sure — she’ll improvise her way right back into the mat.”
Alexandra: “Both women down now — the crowd’s getting behind this one! Paula trying to crawl for a tag — Glint cuts her off! Gravebite! A codebreaker out of nowhere!”
Vera: “That might have cracked Paula’s momentum right in half.”
Vee: “You don’t try to crawl away from the Grimms. You’re either in the fight or you’re their next epitaph.”
Alexandra: “Paula tags in Piper! Fresh opponent in — Piper charges in wildly— bodyslam! connects on Shade, but wait— Shade’s up! Curb stomp! right to the canvas!”
Vera: “Brutal impact — that’s the Widow’s bite!”
Vee (grinning): “I told you, Alexandra! Every match is another grave for the unprepared. And that one just got dug deep!”
Alexandra: “Piper tries to recover— Release German Suplex! by Shade Grimm! Beautifully executed! Shade hooks the leg— one… two… three! That’s it!”
Vera: “Efficient. Ruthless. And completely dominant.”
Vee (proud, tapping her headset): “That’s Iron Ring excellence on full display! The Dolls never stood a chance — and the Grimm Sisters just sent a message to the entire North Star Tag Division: the future is inevitable.”
Alexandra (smiling): “And the future looks like the Sisters Grimm! What a showing here at the Iron Ring Academy!”
SHADE GRIMM & GLINT GRIMM DEFEAT PATCHWORK PAULA & PATCHWORK PIPER (WITH PUPPET MASTER) VIA PINFALL AT THE 14-MINUTE MARK
Alexandra Jones (bright and confident): “All right, fans — we’re rolling into our third match of the night here live from the Iron Ring Academy, and this one’s got real implications for the tag division! One half of the North Star Tag Team Champions, Dorothy of the Blonde Bombshells, goes one-on-one with a very dangerous Iron Ring graduate — Medussa Nemesis of the Monsters of Myth!”
Vera Steele (professional and balanced): “This is a huge test for both women. Dorothy’s been carrying championship momentum for months now, but Medussa’s power and unpredictability make her one of the most unique athletes we’ve seen come out of this academy.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (smirking, leaning forward): “Medussa’s no joke, Alex. She graduated top of her class right here at Iron Ring — a powerhouse with serpentine precision. She’s been training alongside Hydra Veyne, and word around the gym is their third member, Serpenta Veyne, is just about ready to debut. The Monsters of Myth are about to become a three-headed nightmare in NPCW.”
Alexandra (grinning): “Three heads, huh? I think Dorothy might have her hands full with just one tonight!”
Vera (nodding): “This one’s got all the makings of a statement match. Let’s go to the ring.”
[Bell rings — Dorothy raises her championship belt to a cheer from the small crowd. Across the ring, Medussa hisses under the flickering Iron Ring lights, Hydra Veyne shouting encouragement from ringside.]
Alexandra: “Here we go! Dorothy wastes no time — she’s in control early — big bodyslam! And listen to this crowd pop for the champ!”
Vera: “Dorothy’s got that ring veteran’s confidence. She’s not intimidated by Medussa’s aura — she’s wrestling her match, keeping things grounded.”
Vee: “But Medussa’s biding her time. You don’t rush the serpent — you wait, you study, and then you strike.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy now — spinebuster! She just planted her! Medussa tried to block, but couldn’t get her footing!”
Vera: “That’s that Bombshell power. She’s deceptively strong — compact and explosive.”
Vee (admiringly): “I’ll give Dorothy credit, she’s tough… but Medussa’s the kind of wrestler who can turn a single opening into a nightmare. You blink, and she’s coiled around you.”
Alexandra: “Both women to their feet — Dorothy charges, bulldog! Medussa bounces back up and — big splash! Wow, she flattened the champion right after impact!”
Vera: “That’s the difference in body weight and leverage. Medussa uses momentum like a hammer — when she hits, you feel it.”
Vee: “Exactly what we teach at Iron Ring — power placement. She’s not just slamming bodies; she’s measuring destruction.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy reclaims control — bodyslam again! Medussa’s struggling to keep up with the pace. Dorothy’s chaining her offense beautifully.”
Vera: “She’s mixing precision with tempo. Every slam, every chop — she’s wearing her down.”
Alexandra: “Another backhand chop! The sound echoed off the walls here at Iron Ring!”
Vee: “You can hear that all the way in the locker room! But Medussa’s still standing — I love that fire in her eyes. She’s dangerous when cornered.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy grabs her — spinebuster! Another one! Medussa’s down again! The champion is on a roll tonight!”
Vera: “Dorothy’s sending a message to anyone chasing those North Star titles — this is what a champion looks like.”
Vee (still defending Medussa): “And Medussa’s sending one back — you don’t become Hydra’s partner without surviving worse than this in training.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy hits the ropes — Emerald City Elbow! Right to the chest! Cover— wait, no! Medussa kicks out!”
Vera: “Medussa’s showing resilience — she’s not just surviving, she’s studying Dorothy’s rhythm.”
Vee: “And once she finds that rhythm, she’ll strike. That’s the thing about these Monster girls — they’re patient predators.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy with another bodyslam! but Medussa counters— legsweep DDT! Great reversal!”
Vera: “That’s what she needed. A counter like that shifts the whole tempo.”
Vee (snapping her fingers): “There it is — that’s the Iron Ring precision! Medussa learned to find the cracks in an opponent’s flow and rip them open.”
Alexandra: “Both women to their feet— Dorothy lands a neckbreaker slam! Medussa— spear! Both women crash down hard!”
Vera: “What a collision! These two are matching intensity blow for blow.”
Vee: “I’ve seen Medussa take those hits in training — and every time, she gets meaner. You can’t rattle her — she thrives in the chaos.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy keeps it going — running bulldog! Right on target! Medussa’s down again!”
Vera: “She’s been laser-focused all match. Every move is building to that big finish.”
Alexandra: “Dorothy winds up — spinebuster! Perfect execution! She hooks the leg— one… two— no! Medussa kicks out again!”
Vee: “That’s that Iron Ring grit! Medussa may be a monster, but she’s got heart — she’s earned her scales in this place!”
Alexandra: “Dorothy grabs Medussa again— oh, wait! Medussa reverses! German suplex! She just folded the champ in half!”
Vera: “Great counter — Medussa finally used Dorothy’s momentum against her.”
Vee: “That’s what I’m talking about! That’s years of training under pressure paying off. You can’t teach instinct like that — Iron Ring forged it.”
Alexandra: “Medussa climbs the ropes— moonsault to the floor! Oh my word! She wipes out Dorothy on the outside!”
Vera: “That’s the kind of risk-taking you don’t expect from a powerhouse like Medussa. Incredible agility.”
Vee: “She’s proving she’s more than just brute strength. That’s a complete performer right there!”
Alexandra: “Medussa tosses Dorothy back in, but Dorothy’s up first — spinebuster! Out of nowhere! Hooks the leg— one… two… three! Dorothy pulls it off!”
[Crowd erupts inside the Iron Ring Academy as Dorothy rolls to her knees, exhausted but smiling. Hydra slides in to pull Medussa out of the ring as Dorothy raises her championship high.]
Vera (respectful tone): “Dorothy wins it, but make no mistake — Medussa Nemesis earned respect tonight. That was a statement performance.”
Vee (smirking proudly): “Exactly. This is what the Iron Ring is about — Medussa may not have won, but she proved she belongs in the conversation. When Serpenta Veyne joins them? Oh, the Monsters of Myth are going to be terrifying.”
Alexandra (grinning): “You heard it here — the Monsters of Myth are only growing stronger, and the North Star Tag Champions just got a warning. Dorothy’s victorious tonight, but there’s a storm brewing in the division!”
[Camera pans to Dorothy celebrating on the turnbuckle, then cuts to the crowd chanting “N-P-C-W! N-P-C-W!” as the commentary wraps.]
DOROTHY DEFEATS MEDUSSA NEMESIS (WITH HYDRA VEYNE) VIA PINFALL AT THE 19-MINUTE MARK
IRON RING ACADEMY VIGNETTE 2 -
PATCHWORK DOLLS
OPENING SEQUENCE
[FADE IN — a slow zoom through the dim halls of the Iron Ring Academy.]
Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead. A faint tune plays — an old-fashioned lullaby twisted into something slightly off-key.
[The camera passes by a row of mannequins dressed in wrestling gear — each crudely stitched together with patches of fabric, buttons for eyes, and straw poking from the seams.]
A voice hums in the distance, singsong and eerie.
PUPPET MASTER (off-screen singing): “A stitch here… a tear there… and voilà — perfection reborn in polyester and pain…”
[The camera rounds a corner — The Puppet Master steps into frame. He’s immaculate: silver hair gleaming, golden-threaded coat glittering under a spotlight. He twirls his cane like a maestro and lifts his marionette control bars, the strings glinting faintly in the air.]
PUPPET MASTER (smiling, voice dripping with theatrical flair):
“Ahh… the Iron Ring Academy. Where muscle meets method… and even monsters learn to dance.”
THE DOLLS COME ALIVE
[CUT TO: The training ring.]
The four Dolls — Patchwork Paige, Patchwork Peg, Patchwork Paula, and Patchwork Piper — stand motionless like lifeless mannequins in the corners of the ring.
[Suddenly, the Puppet Master jerks his wrist — the strings “tug” — and the Dolls snap into movement, each one moving with their unique, jerky rhythm.]
PUPPET MASTER (continuing, walking around them):
“When they first arrived at Iron Ring, they were… broken things. Frayed edges. Loose threads. Lost dolls tossed aside by the world.”
[Montage — early training footage at the Iron Ring.]
The Dolls stumble through drills, bump awkwardly, fall off the ropes, and get tangled together in comedic fashion.
Diamond Danny Dare, the Academy’s Promo & Character Coach, steps into frame — leather jacket, headset mic, the perpetual grin of a carnival barker.
DANNY DARE (calling out):
“No, no, no! You’re dolls, ladies! Dolls! You don’t walk — you jerk! You don’t sell pain — you snap! You don’t just wrestle — you perform!”
[The Dolls repeat the exercise — their movements stiffen, stylize, and suddenly it clicks. Peg rebounds off the ropes like she’s pulled by strings; Paige lurches like a possessed scarecrow; Paula preens mid-match like a beauty queen from the junkyard; Piper swings wild haymaker punches with dollish fury.]
PUPPET MASTER (grinning, proud):
“And with the right coaching…”
(he gestures toward Danny Dare, who tips his headset)
“…and a little bit of me, of course…”
(he spins his marionette bars dramatically)
“…they became something more. Not wrestlers. Not women. But art.”
CHARACTER MOMENTS
[Cut to each Doll under a single spotlight, delivering a line or action to camera.]
Patchwork Paige (tilting her burlap-masked head, straw falling):
“Some say I ain’t pretty… but I hit hard enough to make them look worse.”
(she slams her fist into her palm — a button eye pops loose and dangles.)Patchwork Peg (bouncing excitedly off the ropes, cackling):
“Sometimes I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams — and that’s when I fight best!”
(she drops into a split and giggles, “Oops, tore another patch!”)Patchwork Paula (pouting at a handheld mirror, smearing red lipstick on a cracked face):
“The camera loves me. The fans? They’ll learn to.”
(she blows a kiss and then shoves the mirror into the lens.)Patchwork Piper (hands on hips, southern twang cutting through):
“Y’all can laugh all you want. But when this Doll swings, I don’t miss.”
(she spits straw and shadowboxes, the sound of fabric stretching audibly.)
PROMO CLASS WITH DANNY DARE
[Footage: The Dolls rehearsing promos in the Iron Ring classroom.]
Danny Dare stands in front of them, clapping rhythmically.
“Emote! Emote! Remember — you’re living art! Paige, menace the camera! Paula, flirt with it! Peg, haunt it! Piper — punch it!”
[They do — hilariously over the top, but magnetic.]
Danny laughs, pointing to them like a proud teacher.
“See, Sweetins? These girls aren’t dolls — they’re performers! That’s the Iron Ring magic, baby!”
THE PUPPET MASTER’S CREED
[CUT TO: Puppet Master standing alone in a ring under a red spotlight, the Dolls kneeling behind him like silent mannequins.]
PUPPET MASTER (voice low, hypnotic): “In this business, people chase strength… fame… gold. But my little creations? They chase purpose.”
(He leans toward the camera, eyes gleaming.)
“Because when you train at the Iron Ring Academy… you learn that even the broken can shine — if they have the right hands pulling the strings.”
(He twitches one marionette bar — the Dolls’ heads all tilt in unison toward the camera.)
PUPPET MASTER (smiling): “So come, watch them dance. Laugh if you dare. But remember…”
(He raises one finger — a faint violin sting underscores his words.)
“…Every Doll smiles for me.”
CLOSING VISUALS
[Montage — The Dolls in synchronized training drills. Peg flips across the mat, Paige stomps with burlap fury, Piper hits a lariat, and Paula strikes a mock Hollywood pose. The Puppet Master applauds proudly.]
[Superimposed text fades in over the montage:]
“IRON RING ACADEMY — WHERE PERSONALITY IS JUST ANOTHER WEAPON.”
[The Puppet Master looks up at the glowing Iron Ring logo and gives a sinister bow.]
PUPPET MASTER (softly): “Bravo, my little masterpieces… bravo.”
[FADE OUT.]
Alexandra Jones (half laughing, half unsettled): “Well, I don’t know whether to applaud or run for the exit. The Dolls are… something else.”
Vera Steele (smirking knowingly): “They’re bizarre, yes — but they’ve made it work. In this division, character can be as dangerous as skill, and the Dolls have both in spades.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (leaning forward proudly): “And that’s exactly the point. The Iron Ring doesn’t just build wrestlers — it builds personalities. From raw fabric to living theater. The Patchwork Dolls are proof that charisma can be trained just like cardio.”
(She winks at the camera.)
“Iron Ring Academy — where graduates become well-rounded characters.”
Alexandra (smiling): “Well said, Vee. Creepy or not, those Dolls have found their audience — and next time they step into an NPCW ring, the crowd better be ready for a show.”
Vera: “I think the Puppet Master wouldn’t have it any other way.”
[Camera pans out to crowd clapping, a few mock “doll dances” happening ringside as the show transitions to the next segment.]
Alexandra Jones (energetic, professional tone): “All right, folks, we’re keeping the Iron Ring momentum rolling here on Northern Belles! Earlier tonight, Dorothy of the Blonde Bombshells picked up a hard-fought win over Medussa Nemesis — and now it’s time for round two of that rivalry! Her tag team partner, Alice, steps into the ring against Hydra Veyne, another member of the Monsters of Myth and a proud Iron Ring graduate!”
Vera Steele (steady, authoritative): “This matchup means more than just bragging rights, Alex. These two teams are circling each other in the North Star Tag Division, and with Dorothy already owning a win over Medussa, you know Hydra’s looking to even the score tonight.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (leaning forward, eyes sharp with excitement): “And make no mistake — Hydra is ready. She’s a powerhouse who came straight out of the Iron Ring program looking like she was carved from granite. Her style’s hybrid — power, precision, and just enough flair to make every move hurt twice. Plus, don’t forget, her sister Serpenta Veyne is still here at Iron Ring finishing her training — the Monsters of Myth are building something terrifying.”
Alexandra (nodding): “It’s like Dorothy said earlier — the Bombshells might be the reigning queens, but there’s a new storm on the horizon. Hydra Veyne looks focused, and this Iron Ring crowd can feel it.”
Vera: “And if Alice thinks she’s going to stroll through this match like it’s another fairy tale, she’s in for a rude awakening.”
Alexandra (grinning): “Let’s find out — the bell’s about to ring!”
[Bell rings — the Iron Ring crowd claps along, divided between chants for “Let’s Go Alice!” and “Veyne Rules!”]
Alexandra: “And here we go — Alice springs off the ropes early — Wonderland’s End Moonsault! Picture perfect! Hydra pops up quick though — Galaxy Missile Dropkick! Both women come out swinging!”
Vera: “They’re not feeling each other out — this is a sprint right from the bell. These two know each other’s tape, and they’re both looking to make a point.”
Vee: “That’s Iron Ring conditioning, baby! Hydra doesn’t waste time — she’s trained to strike the moment opportunity opens.”
Alexandra: “Hydra’s got control — standing double stomp! Right across Alice’s chest! Brutal impact there!”
Vera: “That’ll knock the wind out of you in a heartbeat.”
Vee: “That’s that precision I was talking about. Hydra hits her mark like a sniper — no wasted motion, no mercy.”
Alexandra: “Alice fighting back now — keylock submission! She’s trying to slow things down!”
Vera: “That’s smart. Alice knows if she lets Hydra build momentum, this could spiral fast.”
Vee (smirking): “Smart, sure — but Hydra’s built for counters. Look at that— release German suplex! Right out of the hold!”
Alexandra: “Wow! Hydra turned that defense into an offensive explosion!”
Alexandra: “Hydra’s going back to that double stomp again— connects right on the ribs!”
Vera: “She’s targeting the midsection — that takes away Alice’s aerial game.”
Vee: “That’s Iron Ring training right there. Control your opponent’s breath, control the match.”
Alexandra: “But Alice fires back — superkick! Hydra stumbles — Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb! The crowd is on its feet!”
Vera: “Alice can turn a counter into a highlight reel in seconds. She’s that fluid.”
Vee (laughing): “She better stay fluid, because Hydra’s snapping back — that German suplex nearly sent her to another zip code earlier!”
Alexandra: “Another big move — Wonderland Whirl Hurricanrana! Hydra’s caught off guard!”
Vera: “That’s the athleticism that made the Bombshells champions — Dorothy’s the power, Alice is the finesse.”
Vee: “But Hydra’s the evolution. She’s not just a brawler; she’s an athlete, and she’s about to prove it.”
Alexandra: “Hydra retaliates — spinning back fist! connects hard! Alice reels but still standing— moonsault again! Another perfect landing!”
Vera: “They’re trading big moves — whoever slips first is going to pay for it.”
Alexandra: “Alice now with double knee drops! That’s twice she’s landed those — Hydra’s grounded!”
Vee: “I’ve seen Hydra take worse in drills — she’ll eat those and fire right back. You can’t knock the venom out of a Veyne.”
Alexandra: “Hydra back on her feet — double underhook suplex! Plants Alice hard! Hydra’s showing she can chain power with technique.”
Vera: “She’s combining her strength with timing — that’s a deadly combination.”
Alexandra: “Alice grabs her arm — over-the-shoulder armdrag! Beautiful counter! Hydra tumbles across the ring!”
Vee (impressed): “Okay, that’s slick. You don’t see Alice get into the mat game often. But Hydra’s adapting…”
Alexandra: “Hydra tries to reset— Code Red Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Again by Alice! Hooks the legs— one— no! Hydra powers out!”
Vera: “Unreal strength. Most women wouldn’t have kicked out of that twice.”
Vee (grinning): “That’s because Hydra’s not most women. She’s Iron Ring through and through — you can’t coach tenacity like that.”
Alexandra: “Alice lines her up for another superkick! But Hydra catches her leg — transitions! Arm Trap Crossface! She’s got it locked in deep!”
Vera: “That’s it! She’s wrenching back hard — Alice is trapped dead center of the ring!”
Vee (excitedly): “Look at that torque! Hydra learned that submission from her sister Serpenta — that’s family precision at its finest!”
Alexandra: “Alice’s trying to reach for the ropes — no! She’s got nowhere to go — she’s tapping! Alice taps out!”
[Crowd gasps and cheers as “Honest” Abe calls for the bell. Hydra releases the hold slowly, glaring toward Dorothy, who rushes down the ramp to check on her partner.]
POST-MATCH REACTIONS
Vera (analytical, respectful): “What a statement win for Hydra Veyne. After Medussa’s loss earlier tonight, Hydra just evened the score for the Monsters of Myth.”
Alexandra: “And this rivalry between the Bombshells and the Monsters just got a whole lot more personal.”
Vee (grinning proudly): “That’s right — Iron Ring blood runs deep, and Hydra just showed why she’s one of our finest exports. She’s smart, she’s fierce, and when Serpenta joins her sisters full-time? The Blonde Bombshells might need more than glitter and glamour to survive that storm.”
Vera: “It’s one win apiece between the teams now — Dorothy and Alice versus Hydra and Medussa. You can bet a rematch for those North Star Tag Titles is coming.”
Alexandra: “And when it happens, it’s going to be explosive. Hydra Veyne with a major victory tonight — what a match!”
[Camera pans to Hydra standing tall on the ropes, hissing toward the crowd as Medussa raises her arm. Dorothy helps Alice to her feet, both women staring down their rivals as the Iron Ring audience buzzes.]
HYDRA VEYNE DEFEATS ALICE VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 17-MINUTE MARK
IRON RING ACADEMY VIGNETTE 3 -
MONSTERS OF MYTH
OPENING SHOT – “THE FORGE OF LEGENDS”
[FADE IN — thunder cracks over the Iron Ring Academy. Green and gold spotlights pulse through rising smoke. The faint sound of hissing snakes blends with the clang of steel against steel.]
[Montage — Colt Maddox’s voice echoes as trainees run drills, lift heavy bags, and hit the ropes in silhouette. The atmosphere feels half training hall, half mythic temple.]
COLT MADDOX (off-screen, shouting):
“Power isn’t given — it’s grown. Every rep, every strike, every bruise — that’s the evolution!”
[Cut to Sasha Steelheart pacing ringside as Hydra drives another trainee into the mat with a German suplex.]
SASHA STEELHEART (sternly):
“You want to be monsters? Earn it. Monsters don’t quit.”
[Cue thunderous drum beat. The camera tilts up to reveal Hydra and Medussa, standing side by side under flickering green light — breathing heavily, heads bowed, serpent-scale gear glinting.]
HYDRA VEYNE – “The Many-Headed Fury”
[Quick flashes — Hydra in the ring, hitting double stomps, suplexes, dropkicks. Her motion blurs like multiple heads striking.]
HYDRA VEYNE (voice distorted, echoing like overlapping voices): “They called me… many-headed. A storm that strikes… again… and again. Every fall? I rise… twice as strong.”
[Footage — Sasha instructs Hydra mid-drill, gesturing for faster transitions. Colt pushes her through conditioning circuits — ropes, squats, body slams.]
COLT MADDOX: “Breathe through the fire, Hydra! Every head that falls, another grows — that’s your myth, girl!”
HYDRA (low growl): “Pain… is rebirth. And I was born for this.”
[Her last line is delivered as she hoists a heavy bag over her shoulder and slams it into the mat. The screen flashes with a hydra silhouette.]
MEDUSSA NEMESIS – “The Stone-Eyed Serpent”
[Soft wind. The soundscape shifts from thunder to a cold, melodic hiss. Green mist drifts around a single spotlight.]
[Medussa stands statuesque in the ring, eyes closed, her serpent-crown gleaming. The crowd noise fades into whispers.]
MEDUSSA NEMESIS (in a slow, regal voice): “I learned control. The Iron Ring taught me precision… how to turn fury into stillness. To turn motion… into fear.”
[Footage — Sasha guiding her grip in a dragon sleeper; Colt urging her to lift heavier weights, shouting: “Hold it! Hold it! Don’t blink!”]
MEDUSSA (voice rising, commanding): “When they meet my gaze, they freeze. When they touch my skin, they crumble. This is not wrestling… this is punishment.”
[Her eyes open. The camera catches the eerie glow of green strobe light across her face. A slow blink mimics the “petrify” motion.]
SERPENTA VEYNE – “The Venom of Mythos”
[The lights flicker red and green — the sound of a cobra’s hiss fills the speakers.]
[We see feet first — serpent-scale boots. Then hands with jeweled nails. The camera rises to reveal SERPENTA VEYNE, standing in a corner of the Iron Ring ring, draped in a shimmering hooded cape shaped like a cobra’s hood.]
SERPENTA VEYNE (cold, seductive tone): “My sisters… strike with fury. They break bones. They crush spirits. But me?”
(She tilts her head, a predatory smile curling across her lips.)
“I poison dreams.”
[Footage — Serpenta executing drills with Sasha watching from the corner. She flows like liquid: spinning heel kicks, cobra taunts, and a sinuous grounded octopus hold on a training dummy.]
SERPENTA: “The Iron Ring didn’t create me. It unleashed me.”
(She lifts her hand, making a cobra-strike motion toward the lens.)
“Hydra… Medussa… even you will bow before the true serpent queen.”
[Her words linger — Hydra’s shadow briefly crosses behind her in the ring, their reflections merging in the mirrored wall. Tension simmers.]
THE MYTH FORGED
[Montage — the three women training together. Hydra and Medussa lifting weights side by side; Serpenta shadowboxing under a red light. Colt and Sasha exchange approving nods as Rex Durran enters the frame, arms folded.]
Rex “The Anvil” Durran (voice deep, steady): “When you train here, you don’t just build strength… you build legends. The Iron Ring doesn’t make wrestlers. It forges forces of nature.”
(He looks into the camera with a small, proud grin.)
“Hydra. Medussa. Serpenta. The Monsters of Myth… forged in iron, tempered by fury.”
(He points toward the Iron Ring logo on the wall.)
“Iron Ring Academy — where graduates become mythological beasts.”
CLOSING SEQUENCE
[Final montage — slow-motion shots of each sister performing her finisher in sequence:]
Hydra: Galaxy Missile Dropkick.
Medussa: Petrify (Riptide Powerbomb).
Serpenta: Venom Strike (spinning heel kick).
[They stand together in the ring — smoke swirling, the Iron Ring emblem glowing green behind them. Hydra snarls, Medussa glares coldly, Serpenta smirks toward the camera.]
[CUT TO BLACK — the NPCW logo pulses faintly over the echoing hiss of a serpent.]
Alexandra Jones (a little wide-eyed): “Well… if that doesn’t give you goosebumps, nothing will. The Monsters of Myth are looking absolutely unstoppable — and now there’s a third head to the beast.”
Vera Steele (measured, thoughtful): “That’s what Iron Ring does — it builds complete competitors. Hydra and Medussa have already proven themselves in the NPCW ring, and with Serpenta waiting in the wings? That’s a hydra that’s still growing new heads.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (smiling confidently): “You’re looking at the next evolution of dominance, ladies. Power. Poise. Poison. Three women — one myth. The Monsters of Myth are Iron Ring’s greatest creation yet. And you better believe the rest of NPCW should be afraid.”
Alexandra: “Well said, Vee. Hydra’s victory earlier tonight may have just been the first warning shot… because it looks like the Monsters of Myth are ready to conquer.”
[Camera pans across the crowd, the lights dimming to a serpentine green as the Iron Ring logo glows on the video wall, setting up the next match segment.]
Alexandra Jones (bright, excited): “Welcome back to Northern Belles, folks — and oh boy, are we in for a good one! Two former Queens of the North — Moonshadow of the Wolf Pack and Goldie Locks of the Blonde Bombshells — face off tonight in what could easily be a contender’s showcase for another shot at the crown!”
Vera Steele (steady and analytical): “This is a marquee matchup, Alex. Both women know what it’s like to stand on top of this division. Moonshadow’s ferocity and ring psychology versus Goldie’s precision and poise — this is veteran versus veteran, and the winner might just get herself right back into title contention.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (with her trademark smirk): “I love this. Two legends of the women’s division, and neither one came through the Iron Ring. That’s fine — they’re from the old school. But I’ll tell you what — even without our training, they’re the kind of stars that make our academy proud to raise the next generation to that level. Respect where it’s due!”
Alexandra (smiling): “Well said, Vee! The Iron Ring may be the future, but right now we’re watching two of the very best from NPCW’s present and past go head-to-head.”
Vera: “And don’t forget — both women have history with current Queen of the North Champion, Lilith. There’s more than just bragging rights at stake here.”
Alexandra: “All right — referee ‘Honest’ Abe’s in position, the crowd’s fired up… let’s get this one started!”
[Bell rings — crowd buzzes, half chanting “Let’s Go Goldie!” and half howling “Moon-shadow!”]
Alexandra: “And here we go! Goldie Locks and Moonshadow circle — collar and elbow tie-up, but hold on — the Wolf Pack’s slipping something to Moonshadow! A foreign object!”
Vera: “Ref didn’t see it! Moonshadow just cracked Goldie right across the midsection with that!”
Vee (laughing, mock scandalized): “Oh, come on! That’s the Wolf Pack’s style — feral, unpredictable. If you can’t see the claws coming, that’s on you!”
Alexandra: “Goldie’s reeling, but she’s tough — shaking it off, clutching her ribs. She’s not going down easy.”
Alexandra: “Goldie off the ropes now — handspring back elbow smash! Connects flush with the jaw!”
Vera: “That’s that champion-level timing. Goldie Locks can hit that out of nowhere — she’s lightning fast for someone so strong.”
Vee: “Yeah, I’ll give her that — no one makes an elbow look that glamorous and that deadly at the same time.”
Alexandra: “Moonshadow fires back — rake of the eyes across the ropes! Oh, that’s nasty!”
Vera: “That’s the Wolf Pack edge. She’s ruthless — doesn’t care if the crowd boos, she just wants the win.”
Vee: “She’s living up to her name — always lurking, always striking from the dark. That’s what makes Moonshadow so dangerous.”
Alexandra: “Moonshadow follows it up — neckbreaker! She’s got Goldie down!”
Vera: “Goldie’s hurt, but she’s reaching — trying to grab Moonshadow’s arm!”
Alexandra: “Wait — Goldie reverses! She hooks her legs— Twin City Twister Surfboard! She’s got it locked in!”
Vee (leaning forward): “That’s her signature submission! If she gets full extension— Moonshadow’s got nowhere to go!”
Vera: “She’s pulling back hard — torqueing the spine, stretching those shoulders—”
Alexandra: “Moonshadow’s trying to twist out, but she can’t— she’s got no escape— she’s tapping! Moonshadow taps out!”
[Bell rings — the crowd explodes as Goldie releases the hold and raises her arms triumphantly. The lights catch her golden gear as she twirls mid-ring, soaking in the cheers.]
Alexandra (excited): “What a win for Goldie Locks! The former Queen of the North just proved she’s not done chasing that crown!”
Vera: “She weathered the early storm, took some underhanded shots, and still came out on top. That’s veteran resilience right there.”
Vee (grinning, a touch teasing): “Okay, okay — I’ll give her credit. She’s not Iron Ring, but she’s pure NPCW gold. Still, if she wants that title back, she’s gonna have to deal with Lilith — and that’s a whole other monster.”
Alexandra: “You said it, Vee. Goldie Locks gets a big win tonight — and maybe just punched her ticket back into title contention. The Queen of the North picture just got a lot more interesting!”
[Camera pans to Goldie standing on the ropes, pointing at the Queen of the North banner hanging above the ring. Moonshadow rolls out clutching her back, frustration in her eyes as the crowd cheers the victorious Bombshell.]
GOLDIE LOCKS DEFEATS MOONSHADOW VIA SUBMISSION AT THE 4-MINUTE MARK
Alexandra Jones (steady, serious tone): “All right, Northern Belles fans — it’s time for our main event! And this one is personal. Maid Marion steps into the ring tonight not for gold, not for glory — but for revenge.”
Vera Steele (calm, firm): “That’s right, Alex. This isn’t about rankings or opportunities — this is about pride. After Lilith’s… let’s say, entanglement with Robin Hood, Marion’s not coming to wrestle — she’s coming to confront.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (grinning knowingly): “And you can’t blame her. Robin’s been a heartbreaker since Sherwood Forest, but tonight, it’s Lilith holding the Queen’s crown and the man’s attention. If Marion wants payback, she’s picked the most dangerous target in NPCW.”
Alexandra: “Neither of these women came up through Iron Ring, but both are prime examples of what raw talent and fierce determination can build. This one could get ugly, fast.”
Vera: “And with the Queen of the North herself in the ring, you know the champion won’t be taking this lightly. Lilith doesn’t just win matches — she devours opponents.”
Vee (half-smiling): “And she looks good doing it.”
Alexandra (smirking): “Let’s get to the action — the Queen of the North versus the Maid of Honor — and there’s no fairy tale ending guaranteed here!”
[Bell rings — the Iron Ring crowd is buzzing with anticipation, sensing the tension in the air.]
Alexandra: “And here we go! Marion charges right in — she’s wasting no time! But Lilith counters immediately — Demon’s Embrace! That’s the Code of Silence submission right off the bat!”
Vera: “Lilith trying to end it early — but Marion fights free! She spins out and hits the Bulldog! That’s pure emotion fueling her right there.”
Vee: “She’s wrestling with anger, not strategy. That’s dangerous when you’re in there with Lilith — the Queen feeds on chaos.”
Alexandra: “Both women back up now — trading offense fast! Vertical suplex by Lilith — diving seated senton from Marion in reply! These two are evenly matched!”
Vera: “They’re both all-action competitors — explosive, confident, and relentless. This is what the Northern Belles division is all about.”
Vee: “I’ve seen both these women train outside Iron Ring, and they’re as polished as they come — Lilith’s precision, Marion’s fire… this is championship-level intensity.”
Alexandra: “Marion now with a arm-trap neckbreaker! Beautiful execution! Lilith’s down!”
Vera: “That’s the kind of technical skill people forget Marion has. She’s not just emotion — she’s experience.”
Vee: “Yeah, but Lilith’s not called the Queen for nothing. You can’t keep her grounded for long.”
Alexandra: “And there’s the proof! Demon’s Embrace again! She locks it in, squeezing the air right out of Marion!”
Vera: “That move is suffocating — Lilith turns that headscissors into a vice!”
Vee: “That’s not just technique — that’s dominance. She wants Marion to remember this night every time she looks at Robin Hood.”
Alexandra: “Lilith’s got her trapped! Wait— Marion won’t submit! She’s fighting through it!”
Vera: “That’s pure grit from the Maid of Sherwood!”
Alexandra: “Marion counters now— Robin’s Arrow! Big superkick connects! Lilith goes down!”
Vee: “Oh, now that’s poetic! A little heartbreak for the heartbreaker!”
Vera: “Marion’s fired up! That might’ve just evened the playing field!”
Alexandra: “Marion up top — diving seated senton! She’s keeping the momentum!”
Vera: “She’s got to stay on her — the Queen doesn’t stay down long!”
Vee: “Exactly — if you let Lilith breathe, she’ll make you pay for it.”
Alexandra: “Lilith regains control — Dark Whirlwind Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors! Marion’s rocked!”
Vera: “The Queen’s rhythm is back — and when Lilith finds that groove, she’s untouchable.”
Vee: “She’s toying with her now — like a cat with a trapped bird.”
Alexandra: “Lilith setting up— Dread Kick! Oh! Superkick right to the jaw! Marion collapses!”
Vera: “That was picture-perfect! You can see the precision — she caught Marion flush!”
Vee: “That’s the kiss of death, ladies and gentlemen.”
Alexandra: “Lilith with the cover — one, two, three! It’s over! The Queen of the North stands tall again!”
[Bell rings — Lilith rises, smirking as she wipes a strand of hair from her face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction — awe, fear, and resentment in equal measure. Marion lies on the mat, defeated but defiant, staring daggers up at her rival.]
Alexandra (somber): “What a statement by Lilith — the Queen of the North reminding everyone exactly why she holds that crown.”
Vera: “Marion gave it everything she had, but Lilith’s precision, her calm under pressure — it’s unmatched. She’s cold, calculating, and absolutely deadly.”
Vee (smirking, leaning into her mic): “I’ll say it again — love her or hate her, Lilith is the total package. Beauty, danger, dominance. And if Marion thought tonight would be revenge for Robin Hood’s sins? Well… consider her petrified instead.”
Alexandra: “Powerful words from our champion, and an impressive performance here in the Iron Ring Academy setting. Whether you like her methods or not, Lilith once again proves she’s at the top of the mountain in NPCW’s women’s division.”
Vera: “And she’ll need to be — because with contenders like Goldie Locks, Hydra Veyne, and Moonshadow all chasing her, the Queen’s reign is only getting more perilous.”
Alexandra: “Couldn’t have said it better. Fans, don’t go anywhere — we’ll have closing thoughts from the commentary desk after this quick break.”
LILITH DEFEATS MAID MARION VIA PINFALL AT THE 9-MINUTE MARK
CLOSING
[CAMERA cuts to the commentary desk. The Iron Ring crowd is still buzzing from Lilith’s victory, and the faint echo of her theme fades as the spotlight shifts to Alexandra, Vera, and Vee.]
Alexandra Jones (smiling warmly): “What a night here at the Iron Ring Academy! From the rising stars forged in these halls to the veterans proving why they still reign supreme — tonight was a showcase of everything that makes the Northern Belles and the NPCW women’s division truly special.”
Vera Steele (nodding): “I couldn’t agree more, Alex. We saw power, we saw poise, and we saw passion. Beatrice Boup making a statement, the Grimm Sisters showing why they’re next in line for tag team gold, and Hydra Veyne reminding everyone that the Monsters of Myth are far from done.”
Veronica “Vee” Vandal (leaning forward with that confident smirk): “And don’t forget — all of that came straight from the Iron Ring pipeline. Tonight was proof that this academy doesn’t just train wrestlers — it creates contenders. Every name you heard tonight — from Patchwork Peg to the Grimm Sisters to Hydra Veyne — they all came through these doors and left better than they arrived.”
Alexandra: “You said it, Vee. And a special thank you to the Iron Ring Academy staff — Rex Durran, Sasha Steelheart, Diamond Danny Dare, Colt Maddox — everyone who made this unique episode possible while the North Pole Arena gets its big facelift.”
Vera (grinning): “Yeah, and speaking of that facelift — NPCW’s about to make history. Because next week, on November 8th, the brand-new Scrooge Glacier Plex officially opens its doors — and Polar Power will be live from that incredible new venue!”
Vee: “That’s right — new arena, new energy, same chaos! Polar Power’s debut at the Glacier Plex is going to melt the ice off the walls, and you know every faction in NPCW is gearing up to make an impact there.”
Alexandra (with a broadcaster’s smile):
“And after that, the road only gets wilder — November 15th-16th, is the Convergence Supercard, where NPCW collides with HCW in a weekend of pure wrestling mayhem.”
Vera: “And once the dust settles, we’ll be right back here with Northern Belles on November 23rd, live from the Scrooge Glacier Plex, with new stories, new rivalries, and maybe a new challenger for the Queen of the North herself.”
Vee (grinning, raising her headset slightly): “I’ll be there, front row, scouting for the next Iron Ring success story — because the forge never sleeps, ladies.”
Alexandra (chuckling): “Well said, Vee. From the Iron Ring Academy, we want to thank you all for joining us for this very special edition of Northern Belles. On behalf of Vera Steele and Veronica Vandal — I’m Alexandra Jones, saying goodnight and reminding you—”
All Three (in sync): “—where legends are forged, and queens are crowned!”
[Crowd cheers as the camera pans over the Iron Ring ring one last time — the NPCW and Iron Ring logos glowing side by side on the tron. A final fade-out graphic reads:]
NEXT WEEK — NPCW POLAR POWER: THE GLACIER PLEX DEBUT — NOVEMBER 8
THEN: CONVERGENCE — NOVEMBER 15 &16
NORTHERN BELLES RETURNS — NOVEMBER 23
[Fade to black.]
SECRET SOCIETY EPISODE 018 - WHISTECH EPILOGUE 2
Epilogue – The Midnight Pact
The Iron Ring Academy is silent now.
The echoes of the Northern Belles crowd have faded into the cold, leaving only the hum of the street lamps and the faint crackle of frost creeping along the asphalt. The WhisTech production truck rumbles down the dark North Pole road, its taillights casting twin crimson streaks through the mist before vanishing into the night.
Under the glow of a flickering lamp, Ms. Sweetins, Professor Wink, and Glimmer Byte stand shoulder-to-shoulder on the curb, breath misting in the air. The glow of the lamplight reflects in Sweetins’ glasses as she watches the truck disappear.
Ms. Sweetins: (quietly) “Well… how did it go?”
Wink: (adjusting his scarf, a wide grin creeping across his face) “Oh, it went beautifully. Even under observation. We’ll be ready for Convergence.”
Ms. Sweetins: (arching an eyebrow) “You were able to crack the equipment? Even with that WhisTech observer breathing down your neck?”
Glimmer Byte: (snickering, spinning a peppermint stick between her fingers) “He was too busy watching Wink and me put on our little tech-wizard act to notice our actual trick.”
She turns slightly and gestures into the shadows. There, half-concealed by the glow of a streetlight, stands a small elf with wild red hair, a pale freckled face, and enormous round glasses that reflect the city lights like a pair of glowing lenses. His fingers twitch nervously — or perhaps gleefully — as he rubs them together.
Glimmer: “Allow me to introduce our little helper.”
Wink: (beaming proudly) “Ah, yes! One of my finest pupils — Cinnamon Peabody. Master of subtlety and invisibility by sheer awkwardness. You could park him under a spotlight, and no one would remember he was there five minutes later.”
Cinnamon Peabody: (grinning, voice sharp but cheerful) “Flattery, Professor. But I’ll take it.”
He adjusts his satchel, revealing a small, humming datapad tucked inside. “Their systems were beautiful — elegant code, terrible security. I slipped in a shadow trace while they were calibrating the feeds. They’ll never know I was there.”
Glimmer: (leaning in, impressed) “And?”
Cinnamon: “And… I got it. Every line of encryption, every subroutine in that broadcast core. Whatever WhisTech’s running, it’s alive in there — self-correcting, learning. Creepy stuff.”
Wink: (nodding gravely) “Exactly as I suspected. But with the data Cinn retrieved, we can craft a trojan — one that’ll slip in during the chaos of Convergence and turn their whisper network against them.”
Glimmer: (grinning) “A little poetic justice. They use whispers to control minds… we’ll make the whispers tell the truth.”
Ms. Sweetins: (smiling faintly, a spark of steel in her tone) “Then it’s settled. You focus on the code. I’ll provide the distraction.”
Wink: (adjusting his spectacles) “And by distraction, you mean…?”
Ms. Sweetins: (turning toward the academy, her silhouette outlined by the streetlight) “Let’s just say… when Convergence hits, every camera in the world will be watching the ring. And while they’re watching…”
She glances back at the two of them, eyes gleaming.
“…we’ll slip right under their noses.”
A gust of wind rattles the lamppost as the three exchange knowing smiles. In the distance, the faintest echo of the WhisTech truck’s mechanical hum lingers — fading into the night like a whisper swallowed by the cold.
FADE OUT.
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