DW Clash 45
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
30th September 2024
Steve Pringle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to DW Clash 45, live from the Stratford Arena here in London! This is the final stop before next week’s explosive Doomsday PPV, and tonight promises to set the stage for what could be one of the most intense shows in DW history!”
Eddie Bates: “You said it, Steve! With high-stakes matches all night long, the tension is at an all-time high, and everyone’s got something to prove before Doomsday. We’ve got title implications, grudges, and rivalries all coming to a boiling point!”
Steve Pringle: “And kicking off the action tonight, it’s going to be Maxwell Blackwell taking on the gruff Irishman, Liam O’Donovan. O’Donovan’s been on a roll, and you know he’ll be looking to gain even more momentum heading into Doomsday!”
Eddie Bates: “Then we’ve got the DW UK Champion Jonathan Sullivan putting his title on the line against Legion’s own Royce Lacroix! You know Duval and his crew will be lurking nearby, but can Sullivan hold onto the gold with so much on the line?”
Steve Pringle: “That’s not all! Oliver Harrington will face Riley Smith in what’s sure to be a hard-hitting affair. Harrington’s been talking big, but Riley’s got something to prove tonight!”
Eddie Bates: “And in our main event, Angelo Anderson, the number one contender for the DW Heavyweight Championship, will face Stijn De Raaf, who’s been circling Jonathan Sullivan’s title for weeks. Both men need this win as they prepare for their respective battles at Doomsday!”
Steve Pringle: “We’re just days away from Doomsday, but tonight could change everything. The stakes are high, and the competition is fierce. Buckle up, folks—this is DW Clash 45, and it’s about to get wild!”
Single Match
Maxwell Blackwell vs. Liam O’Donovan
Backstage
Standing Tall
The camera focuses on a well-lit backstage area. Geoffrey Hobbs stands leaning against a wall, his demeanor a mix of gratitude and determination. Jonathan Sullivan approaches, adjusting his UK Championship belt around his waist.
Geoffrey Hobbs: “Hey, Jonathan. I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for stepping in last week. Legion had me on the ropes, and you saved my skin.”
Jonathan nods, a slight smirk on his face.
Jonathan Sullivan: “No problem, Geoff. It’s the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me. Besides, I won’t let them make a mockery of this place.”
Hobbs straightens up, his expression serious.
Geoffrey Hobbs: “I appreciate it. But you know they won’t back down easily. Duval’s got a plan, and he’ll do whatever it takes to take us out.”
Sullivan’s smile fades, replaced by a fierce look of determination.
Jonathan Sullivan: “Then it’s time to teach them a lesson about getting in my business. I’ve held this title long enough, and I’m not about to let a bunch of wannabe thugs take away what I’ve worked for.”
Hobbs nods, a fire igniting in his eyes.
Geoffrey Hobbs: “I’m with you, man. Let’s show Legion that we’re not to be messed with. We’ll take the fight to them tonight.”
As they share a confident glance, the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation for their upcoming battles. The camera pulls back, capturing their unity as the segment fades out.
DW UK Championship Match
Jonathan Sullivan (c) vs. Royce Lacroix
Ringside
Even Numbers
The arena is buzzing with energy as Jonathan Sullivan stands tall in the center of the ring, clutching his DW UK Championship belt after a hard-fought victory over Royce Lacroix. The crowd erupts in cheers, but the atmosphere shifts as the members of Legion—Jean Louis Duval, HyperNova, and Royce Lacroix—slide into the ring, surrounding Sullivan with menacing intent.
Steve Pringle: “Oh no, this doesn’t look good for the champion! Sullivan is outnumbered!”
Geoffrey Hobbs rushes down the entrance ramp, determined to back up his friend, but the odds are still against them at two to three.
Eddie Bates: “Hobbs is here to help, but they need another man to turn the tide!”
As Hobbs slides into the ring, the tension thickens. The fans chant for Sullivan, sensing the impending chaos. The members of Legion exchange glances, ready to pounce on the weakened champion.
Jonathan Sullivan: “You think you can just take me out? You don’t know who you’re dealing with!”
Suddenly, the lights dim and a familiar theme echoes through the arena, sending a wave of excitement through the crowd. The International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake, appears at the top of the entrance ramp, looking fierce and determined.
Steve Pringle: “What?! It’s Masafumi Satake from Project Violence! Duval has been calling him out, calling him a coward for weeks! It looks like he’s here to even the odds!”
Satake charges down the ramp, determination in his eyes. The crowd roars as he slides into the ring, positioning himself beside Sullivan and Hobbs.
Eddie Bates: “This is incredible! Satake isn’t just the International Heavyweight Champion; he’s making a statement right now!”
Legion hesitates, realizing they no longer have the numbers advantage. Sullivan, Hobbs, and Satake stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to fight back against the trio of attackers.
Jean Louis Duval: “You think you can just intimidate us?! We’re Legion!”
The tension in the ring reaches a boiling point as Legion slowly back up the entrance ramp to avoid a showdown. The crowd is on their feet, chanting for the champions as the segment cuts to a close, leaving everyone in anticipation of the impending clash.
Backstage
Not Impressive
The camera cuts to a dimly lit area backstage, where William Smith stands with a microphone in hand. He’s joined by Oliver Harrington, who is adjusting his hair and checking his reflection in a nearby mirror. Harrington wears a confident smirk as he prepares for his upcoming match.
William Smith: “I’m here with Oliver Harrington, who has a big match against Riley Smith tonight. Oliver, you’ve been vocal about your thoughts on Liam O’Donovan’s victory earlier. What’s on your mind?”
Harrington turns to face Smith, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall, exuding an air of arrogance.
Oliver Harrington: “You know, William, I wasn’t impressed at all by Liam O’Donovan winning earlier. It was just a fluke. I’ve beaten him before, and I’ll do it again at the Doomsday PPV next week. Just like I took care of him last week in that tag match, I’ll show everyone that he doesn’t stand a chance against me!”
He straightens up, a gleam of determination in his eyes.
Oliver Harrington: “People need to remember who I am—the Essex Pretty Boy! I don’t lose to anyone, especially not to someone like O’Donovan.”
Smith nods, acknowledging Harrington’s confidence, but then shifts the topic.
William Smith: “Tonight, though, you’re up against Riley Smith. What’s your strategy going into that match?”
Oliver Harrington: “Riley? Please. He’s just a stepping stone on my way to proving I’m the best. I’m going to walk into that ring, show off a little, and walk out with a victory. Simple as that!”
Harrington winks at the camera, then brushes past Smith with an air of superiority as the segment fades out, building anticipation for his match against Riley Smith.
Single Match
Riley Smith vs. Oliver Harrington
Backstage
Bring Your Shine Box
The camera opens to a well-organized office adorned with wrestling memorabilia. Matt Anarchy, the General Manager, is seated behind a desk, going over paperwork. The door bursts open, and Jean Louis Duval storms in, his face flushed with anger.
Jean Louis Duval: “What is the meaning of this, Matt? Why was that coward Masafumi Satake allowed in the building tonight?”
Duval paces back and forth, his frustration palpable. Anarchy remains calm, leaning back in his chair with a knowing smile.
Matt Anarchy: “Ah, Jean, I’m glad you’re here. I invited Masafumi to discuss something very important.”
Duval stops mid-stride, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Jean Louis Duval: “What do you mean? Important? What could possibly be important enough for him to show his face here?”
Matt Anarchy: “He’s here to sign the contract for your match at Doomsday next week—an International Heavyweight Championship match.”
Duval’s expression shifts from anger to surprise, and then a slow, arrogant smile spreads across his face.
Jean Louis Duval: “So, you’re telling me that I’m finally getting my shot? The match I’ve been demanding?”
Matt Anarchy: “That’s exactly what I’m saying. At Doomsday, it will be you and Masafumi Satake for the title.”
Duval nods slowly, processing the information as confidence radiates from him.
Jean Louis Duval: “You know, Matt, you’ve just made a very wise decision. I’ll show everyone just how superior the French are when I take that title.”
He straightens his jacket, his demeanor now oozing with arrogance.
Jean Louis Duval: “Just be sure to tell Satake to polish that belt; I want it shiny when I hold it in the air at the end of the night!”
With a final smirk, Duval turns on his heel and strides out of the office, leaving Anarchy shaking his head with a smile, knowing the tension that awaits at Doomsday.
The segment fades out as the anticipation for the upcoming championship match builds.
Single Match
Angelo Anderson vs. Stijn De Raaf
Ringside
Doomsday
The crowd erupts with mixed reactions as Angelo Anderson stands in the ring, his arms raised in victory after a hard-fought match against Stijn De Raaf. The atmosphere is electric, with fans chanting both for and against him. Anderson basks in the spotlight, soaking in the moment.
Suddenly, the arena lights dim, and a deep, thunderous music begins to play. The crowd’s energy shifts as the DW Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf, walks onto the top of the entrance stage, the title belt glistening on his shoulder. He pauses, surveying the arena with an icy stare, before locking eyes with Anderson in the ring.
The tension is palpable as Asulf raises the championship belt high above his head, a clear message of dominance. Anderson’s expression shifts from celebration to fierce determination as he glares back at the champion, ready for the showdown ahead.
Bjorn Asulf: “Angelo, enjoy your moment. But remember, next week at Doomsday, that title will be mine forever!”
Anderson smirks, not backing down from the confrontation.
Angelo Anderson: “You think that belt belongs to you? You’re in for a surprise, Bjorn. I’m taking that title, and you’ll regret underestimating me!”
The crowd roars as the two men stand defiantly against each other, the animosity between them palpable. Asulf steps forward, leaning over the ropes, their faces just a few feet apart.
Bjorn Asulf: “Bring everything you have, Anderson. You’ll need it.”
Anderson clenches his fists, his resolve hardening as he steps forward as well, the two men now nose-to-nose in a heated staredown.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, and the arena fills with anticipation as the camera captures the intensity of the moment. The screen fades to black, leaving the audience buzzing with excitement for the epic clash that awaits at Doomsday, the main event just a week away.
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