DW Clash 79
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 1st September 2025
(Video package with quick, high-energy shots of Dynasty Wrestling’s biggest stars—Angelo Anderson, Jonathan Sullivan, and Eero Koshinen—clashing in the ring. Graphics flash with the DW logo and “CLASH.” The camera cuts rapidly, showing the intense action and the Stratford Arena crowd. The video ends with a shot of Angelo Anderson holding the DW Heavyweight Championship high, before cutting to the commentary desk.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Stratford Arena in the heart of London, England, for Dynasty Wrestling’s Clash, broadcast live on the Sanctioned Violence Network! I’m Steve Pringle, joined as always by the former independent star, Eddie Bates.
EDDIE BATES: It’s good to be back, Pringle, and what a night we have in store for the DW faithful here in London!
STEVE PRINGLE: You can feel the electricity in the air, Eddie, and it’s all for one reason: the matches tonight are monumental. We’ve got a fantastic opening contest with the pompous Maxwell Blackwell taking on the high-flying Union Jack! One is a master of mind games and deception, the other an enigmatic aerial artist beloved by the people.
EDDIE BATES: This is the perfect way to kick off the night! Blackwell is a coward at heart, but he’s got the charisma to get under anyone’s skin, and Union Jack’s pure skill and heart will be put to the ultimate test.
STEVE PRINGLE: That’s not all. The Dogs of War, with their manager James Shepherd, are here to cause some mayhem, and they’ll be facing off against The Sovereign in a non-title tag team bout.
EDDIE BATES: The Dogs of War are ruthless, Pringle. With Shepherd pulling the strings, they’re a dangerous duo that will stop at nothing to win. The Sovereign, on the other hand, are all about fair play and sportsmanship—I wonder how that will hold up against a pair of submission savages.
STEVE PRINGLE: Later tonight, a battle of two of the most intimidating men in the world! The Finnish Fury, Eero Koshinen, takes on the Norse Nightmare, Bjorn Asulf. This one isn’t for the faint of heart, Eddie. These men are pure powerhouses.
EDDIE BATES: This is what I’m talking about, Pringle! These are two men who believe in a more primal kind of professional wrestling. Eero Koshinen is a stoic and dominant force, and Bjorn Asulf sees every match as a sacred battle. This will be a clash of titans!
STEVE PRINGLE: You can say that again! And in our main event, a non-title match, but one with major implications for the DW Heavyweight Championship. The number one contender, Cedric Thornfield, will get his shot at the champion, the Unbreakable Angelo Anderson!
EDDIE BATES: Anderson is a champion who doesn’t care for fanfare, Pringle; he’s all about dominance and efficiency. But Cedric Thornfield, London’s Last Whisper, has the support of this crowd! They see him as a mythic local hero. This is going to be a classic in-ring storytelling battle, and I, for one, can’t wait to see how this plays out.
STEVE PRINGLE: Me neither, Eddie. We are just moments away from our first contest, so don’t go anywhere because Dynasty Wrestling’s Clash is LIVE and it’s about to get started right now!
Single Match
Maxwell Blackwell vs. Union Jack
(Lights dim in the Stratford Arena as a smooth, jazzy tune begins to play. The music is accompanied by a driving bassline as “A Deceptive Game” echoes through the stadium. The crowd immediately begins to boo. The lights come up on the stage, revealing Maxwell Blackwell standing with a smug grin on his face. He waves to the crowd with a mock salute, an air of superiority surrounding him.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Duke of Deception, Maxwell Blackwell. This man oozes confidence, but it’s a confidence born of his manipulative and narcissistic personality.
EDDIE BATES: I love it, Pringle! He’s a master of psychological warfare. He gets inside his opponents’ heads before he even steps in the ring. This crowd hates him, and it’s because he’s a genius at what he does.
(Blackwell slowly makes his way down the ramp, wearing a custom-made black and gold velvet ring jacket. He takes his time, waving to the jeering fans, reveling in their hatred. He slides into the ring, takes off his jacket, and hands it to the referee, who hands it to a stagehand.)
STEVE PRINGLE: He looks down on everyone, Eddie, from his opponents to the fans. He believes his intelligence and charm make him superior.
EDDIE BATES: He’s not wrong, Pringle! He’s a well-groomed and stylish individual , a master of the mind games.
(As Blackwell stands in the center of the ring, the jazzy music fades, replaced by an upbeat indie rock anthem. The crowd erupts as Union Jack’s theme, “A Hero’s Rise”, fills the arena. The high-energy Celtic rock track with a driving drum beat and soaring guitar solo immediately gets the fans on their feet. Union Jack, wearing his iconic full-body suit with the Union Jack flag design, emerges from the back. He high-fives the fans at ringside, waving to them with a huge smile on his face.)
EDDIE BATES: Look at the reaction for Union Jack! The fans absolutely love this guy!
STEVE PRINGLE: He is a man of honor and believes in fair play , and he’s got a unique, high-flying style that has made him an instant fan favorite.
(Union Jack enters the ring, smiling at the crowd. He runs to each corner, waving his arms to get the crowd fired up. Maxwell Blackwell stands in the opposite corner, a look of disgust on his face.)
EDDIE BATES: I’m not a big fan of the theatrics, Pringle. The crowd loves him because he’s a crowd-pleaser who risks his body for their entertainment. But you gotta respect his unique look.
STEVE PRINGLE: I appreciate his heart and his fighting spirit. He represents the best of British wrestling.
(The two men meet in the center of the ring for a pre-match staredown. Union Jack offers a handshake, but Maxwell Blackwell scoffs and pulls his hand away, instead using his index finger to tap his temple, implying he’s the smarter man. The crowd boos loudly. The referee separates the two men, and the bell rings. The match is underway.)
STEVE PRINGLE: And the bell has rung! We are officially underway here at Clash!
(Union Jack is quick out of the gate, using his speed and agility to land a flurry of kicks on Blackwell. He hits a series of rapid-fire kicks to Blackwell’s legs and chest, sending him reeling into the corner. Union Jack then charges and lands a London Leap, a beautiful corkscrew moonsault to Blackwell.)
EDDIE BATES: What an incredible move! Union Jack is so fluid in the ring. He’s trying to win this one quickly.
(Blackwell rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Union Jack follows him, but Blackwell, being the cunning heel he is, grabs the ring jacket he handed the referee earlier and uses it to trip Union Jack. The referee is distracted by the jacket, and Blackwell takes the opportunity to hit a cheap shot with a swift kick to Union Jack’s gut. He then tosses Union Jack back in the ring, where he continues his assault.)
STEVE PRINGLE: That’s classic Maxwell Blackwell! A master of manipulation and deception. He’s a coward at heart.
EDDIE BATES: A coward? Pringle, he’s a genius! He used the rules to his advantage. Nothing cowardly about that. It was a well-thought-out plan, and it worked to perfection!
(Blackwell continues to punish Union Jack, using his technical prowess to ground the high-flyer. He lands a series of suplexes, including the London Legacy. Union Jack, however, shows his resilience. He kicks out of every pin attempt, and the crowd begins to chant his name. Union Jack fights back, connecting with a series of quick strikes. He then goes for a springboard maneuver, but Blackwell catches him mid-air. Blackwell feigns a handshake, and when Union Jack falls for it, he hits a swift kick to the gut, just like he did earlier. He then follows up with a rolling elbow strike. Blackwell goes for the pin, but Union Jack kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a counter! That Sleight of Hand is a deceptive maneuver, but it wasn’t enough to keep Union Jack down!
EDDIE BATES: Union Jack has a never-say-die attitude. This is why the fans love him so much.
(Blackwell, frustrated, begins to argue with the referee. The distraction is all Union Jack needs. He gets back to his feet, a determined look on his face, and hits a spinning leg sweep, a Ghost Sweep variant, surprising Blackwell. He then goes for his finisher, the Union Dive. He climbs the top rope and leaps, executing a breathtaking 450-degree splash. He goes for the pin, 1… 2… NO! Blackwell kicks out!)
STEVE PRINGLE: I can’t believe it! He kicked out of the Union Dive!
EDDIE BATES: The fans are in awe of Union Jack, but Blackwell is the master of this game. He’s not done yet.
(Union Jack, exhausted but determined, tries to lift Blackwell to his feet. But Blackwell, seeing the opportunity, rolls him up in a small package. The referee counts, 1… 2… 3!)
(The crowd goes silent as the referee raises Maxwell Blackwell’s hand. The smug look is back on his face. He quickly rolls out of the ring, grabs his ring jacket, and begins to celebrate on the stage as Union Jack lies in the ring, disappointed. The crowd begins to boo.)
STEVE PRINGLE: I don’t believe it. He stole the victory with a cheap roll-up! He’s a cowardly man at heart.
EDDIE BATES: He’s a brilliant man, Pringle. He won with a Blackout, a move he uses to steal a quick victory. This is a victory for the bad guys.
(Blackwell looks on with a smug grin, a sign of his victory.)
Backstage
(Camera fades in on a desolate, windswept field. The sky is grey and bleak. Bjorn Asulf stands alone, his imposing silhouette framed against a barren landscape. He is wearing a heavy fur cloak over his ring gear, and his breath is visible in the cold air. The sound of the wind is loud, and his voice is low and guttural.)
BJORN ASULF: The weak call this a desolate place. They see only emptiness. But I see the old world. A land where only the strong survived. The land of my ancestors.
(Bjorn takes a step forward, a menacing glare in his eye. He looks directly into the camera, his voice rising slightly in intensity.)
BJORN ASULF: I come from a long line of conquerors. Men who pillaged and plundered. Who took what they wanted by force and left a trail of destruction in their wake. You think I am a man? I am a myth. I am the physical reincarnation of a Norse conqueror.
(He gestures to the empty land around him.)
BJORN ASULF: And Eero Koshinen… he thinks he is a titan. The Colossus of Finland. He is a monument of stone. He is a wall. A strong one, perhaps, but a wall nonetheless. And a wall can be broken.
(Bjorn clenches his fists and turns away from the camera, looking towards an unseen horizon.)
BJORN ASULF: I am not a man. I am a force of nature. A thunderstorm. A raging sea. And at ‘Titans,’ I will not break the wall. I will tear it down, brick by bloody brick. The world will see what happens when the land itself fights back. Koshinen, you will learn what it truly means to face the Norse Nightmare.
(Bjorn turns back to the camera, his eyes burning with chilling conviction.)
BJORN ASULF: For the era of kings has returned. And I am the only rightful ruler. You will face your Ragnarök.
(He raises his hand and lowers it slowly, the camera following the movement until it cuts to black.)
Non Title Tag Team Match
Dogs of War vs. The Sovereign
(The arena lights go out. The sound of a dark, foreboding metal track with a slow, heavy bassline begins to fill the Stratford Arena. The crowd immediately starts to boo. The song, “A Vicious Breed,” signals the entrance of the Dogs of War. Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie, looking menacing, emerge from the back, flanked by their manager, James Shepherd.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Dogs of War, accompanied by their manipulative manager, James Shepherd. This is a brutal and ruthless heel tag team, Eddie.
EDDIE BATES: They are, Pringle, and they don’t care about fair play or honor. They’re here to dominate and win by any means necessary. Jack O’Connor is a powerhouse , and Nate McKenzie is a quick and agile technician , a perfect combination for a dominant tag team.
(Shepherd walks ahead of the team, sneering at the crowd, while the Dogs of War follow, their faces set in stone. They enter the ring, and Shepherd continues to berate the crowd. The team stands in the center of the ring, looking ready for a fight.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The crowd despises them for their merciless style and their reliance on Shepherd to win matches.
EDDIE BATES: They’re a cohesive unit, Pringle, and they’re here to systematically dismantle their opponents.
(The dark music fades, replaced by an upbeat indie rock anthem. The crowd erupts as The Sovereign’s music, “A Right Good Fight,” fills the arena. The duo of Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks emerge from the back, waving to the crowd with huge smiles on their faces.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Sovereign, the beloved fan favorites! They’re all about fair play and sportsmanship, and they’ve got a tough challenge ahead of them tonight. Ben Noble is a high-flyer and an acrobat , and Kandi Sparks is a technical submission wrestler.
EDDIE BATES: This is the exact kind of match I love, Pringle. The forces of good and evil are about to collide. It’s an interesting dynamic, as the Dogs of War are a much heavier, more methodical team, while The Sovereign are all about speed and precision.
(The Sovereign make their way to the ring, high-fiving fans at ringside. They enter the ring and stand opposite the Dogs of War, who are not smiling.)
STEVE PRINGLE: You can feel the tension in the air. This is going to be a classic David vs. Goliath match.
(The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The bell has rung! And we are underway here at Clash!
(Ben Noble and Nate McKenzie start the match. They lock up, with McKenzie immediately going for a submission hold, but Noble uses his speed to get out of it. Noble then uses his acrobatic skills to land a series of kicks on McKenzie, who is a bit surprised by the speed. Noble then hits a springboard slingblade, a signature move of Sho Imai Jr, and then tags in Kandi Sparks.)
EDDIE BATES: A little bit of respect being shown, Pringle. We are off to a great start.
(Kandi Sparks enters the ring, and he and Noble hit a double-team suplex, the Double Drop, on McKenzie. Sparks then goes for a quick pin, but McKenzie kicks out at two. Sparks then locks in a technical submission hold on McKenzie, wearing him down, but McKenzie is able to get to the ropes. McKenzie then tags in Jack O’Connor, and the powerhouse immediately goes to work.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Dogs of War are a brutal team, Eddie, and O’Connor is the definition of a powerhouse.
EDDIE BATES: He’s going to use his size and strength to wear down Sparks and Noble. This is where their power comes into play.
(O’Connor dominates Sparks, using his immense strength to land a series of slams and strikes. He then tags in McKenzie, and the two work together to systematically dismantle Sparks. They isolate a limb and apply submission holds and hard-hitting strikes.)
STEVE PRINGLE: They’re a well-oiled machine, Eddie. They’re showing why they’re so feared in the tag team division.
EDDIE BATES: They’re a submission specialist tag team. They’re here to inflict pain and force a submission. They don’t care about putting on a show.
(Sparks is able to fight back, and he tags in Ben Noble. Noble enters the ring like a ball of fire, using his speed and agility to land a series of kicks and strikes on both O’Connor and McKenzie. Noble goes for a high-flying move, a beautiful springboard corkscrew splash, but O’Connor catches him in mid-air. O’Connor then powerbombs Noble, and McKenzie comes in with a diving stomp to Noble’s chest. This is the Dublin Curse, The Cursed’s finishing move, and the crowd begins to boo.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What was that? That’s not their finisher! They’re using The Cursed’s finishing move!
EDDIE BATES: You see, Pringle? This is what I’m talking about. They’re here to send a message. They’re here to show everyone that they are the most dangerous tag team in Dynasty Wrestling.
(The Dogs of War then hit their finishing move, The Crocodile Clutch. O’Connor applies a brutal rear-naked choke to a dazed Noble, while McKenzie applies an ankle lock on Noble’s ankle, forcing him to submit. The referee immediately calls for the bell.)
(The crowd boos loudly as the Dogs of War stand tall in the ring, their hands raised by James Shepherd. The Sovereign are left in the ring, battered and bruised, as the Dogs of War make their way to the back, a menacing grin on their faces.)
STEVE PRINGLE: A despicable act from a despicable team. They didn’t even use their finisher. They used someone else’s finisher to send a message.
EDDIE BATES: You’re just mad that The Sovereign lost, Pringle. The Dogs of War are here to take over the tag team division, and they’re going to do it by any means necessary. You can’t deny their dominance.
Ringside
(The show returns from a commercial break. The Dogs of War are in the ring with their manager, James Shepherd. They are holding the Dynasty Wrestling UK Tag Team Championships, with Shepherd holding the two belts over his head like a trophy. The crowd boos loudly.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Welcome back to Clash! As you can see, the Dogs of War are still in the ring. Their manager, James Shepherd, is holding the DW UK Tag Team Championships.
EDDIE BATES: And they have every right to, Pringle! They’ve dominated every team that has come their way since arriving in DW. They are a well-oiled machine, and they deserve those belts.
(The music for British Hospitality, “A Right Good Fight,” hits, and the crowd immediately erupts into a massive roar. The team of Harry Black and Alexander Hate emerges from the back, a determined look on their faces. They head to the ring, where they stand on the apron, staring down the Dogs of War.)
STEVE PRINGLE: And here are their opponents for the DW UK Tag Team Championships at ‘Titans,’ British Hospitality! This is a rivalry that has been building for weeks, and it all comes to a head at ‘Titans.’
(Shepherd raises the belts higher, a smug look on his face. He then hands the belts to the referee, who holds them up as a signal for the match at ‘Titans.’ The two teams continue to stare each other down, the tension in the arena building.)
JAMES SHEPHERD: (Speaking into a microphone) You two look a little upset, boys. I can understand why. You’re looking at the future of Dynasty Wrestling. You’re looking at your conquerors. And they’re holding the titles you so desperately want! You thought you were tough? You thought you were men of honor? You’re nothing more than a couple of working-class lads who thought they could get by on guts and good intentions. But guts don’t win championships. Skill, cunning, and ruthlessness do.
(Harry Black takes the microphone from a production assistant.)
HARRY BLACK: You can talk all you want, Shepherd. But you and your mutts know that we’re the real deal. You think you’re so tough with those belts around your waists, but you didn’t win them with honor. You won them by cheating, by doing what cowards do! You and your dogs have run your mouths for weeks, but at ‘Titans,’ the talking stops, and the fighting begins. You can talk about your cunning and your ruthlessness, but we’re going to give you a lesson in true British hospitality. And it’s not going to be a nice one!
(Nate McKenzie snatches the microphone from Shepherd’s hands, his eyes narrowed.)
NATE MCKENZIE: You talk about honor, but you don’t even know what that is. You’re a couple of London brawlers who got lucky. We’re the most feared competitors in the world, and we’re here to prove it. At ‘Titans’, we’re not just going to beat you, we’re going to dismantle you. We’re going to leave you broken and bruised, and you’re going to have to watch us walk away with your championship hopes shattered into a million pieces.
(Alexander Hate, who has been quiet this entire time, takes the microphone from Black. His voice is low, measured, and dripping with controlled rage.)
ALEXANDER HATE: I’ve heard enough from you, McKenzie. Your words are as empty as your hearts. You’ve disrespected us, our country, and this company. But at ‘Titans’, you’re not just fighting us. You’re fighting for the honor of all of Britain. And when we leave the ring with those championships, you’ll know what it feels like to lose, and it’s a feeling you deserve.
(Shepherd, seeing the look in Hate’s eyes, quickly takes the belts and orders his Dogs of War to exit the ring, knowing that any physicality at this moment could lead to an all-out brawl. The Dogs of War reluctantly leave the ring, and British Hospitality stands tall, staring them down from the center of the ring, a determined look on their faces as the crowd cheers them on.)
EDDIE BATES: I’m getting chills, Pringle! The intensity is off the charts. You can feel the hatred between these two teams.
STEVE PRINGLE: This isn’t just about a championship anymore, Eddie. This is personal. This is about honor, respect, and who is the superior tag team. It’s a rivalry that has reached its boiling point, and I, for one, can’t wait to see how this plays out at ‘Titans’.
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Jonathan Sullivan
(A cold, sterile electronic track with a repetitive, hypnotic beat begins to play. The song, “A Broken Body,” fills the arena. The crowd immediately starts to boo. Stijn De Raaf emerges from the back with a blank, emotionless expression on his face, a testament to his cold and calculated personality. He is wearing a simple black singlet with a red and white stripe down the side. The crowd chants “boring” as he walks to the ring, but he simply ignores them. He steps into the ring, his face a mask of determination, and begins to stretch methodically, his eyes locked on the entrance ramp.)
STEVE PRINGLE: You can feel the coldness, the cruelty from this man, Stijn De Raaf. The Amsterdam Avenger. A master of submission holds and joint manipulation, he is a man who takes pleasure in inflicting pain.
EDDIE BATES: I’m not going to lie, Pringle, this guy is a technical masterpiece. He’s a true artist in the ring. He’s an expert at finding and exploiting his opponents’ weaknesses.
(The electronic music fades, and the sound of a rock version of “Rule, Britannia!” fills the arena. The crowd erupts into a massive roar, a wave of cheers and applause washing over the booing of Stijn De Raaf. Jonathan Sullivan, The Lionheart, emerges from the back, a determined look on his face. He is wearing his signature ring gear, and he high-fives the fans at ringside as he makes his way to the ring.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Here is Jonathan Sullivan, one of the most beloved fan favorites in Dynasty Wrestling. He’s a true champion, a man of humility and unwavering confidence.
EDDIE BATES: This is the perfect opponent for Stijn De Raaf. Sullivan is a well-rounded hybrid style wrestler who can seamlessly transition between different styles. He’s a true competitor with a blend of humility and unwavering confidence.
(Jonathan Sullivan enters the ring, smiling at the crowd. He stands opposite Stijn De Raaf, who continues his methodical stretching, a cold look on his face. The referee signals for the bell, and the match is underway.)
STEVE PRINGLE: And the bell has rung! The match is underway, and you can feel the energy in the arena. The fans are squarely behind Jonathan Sullivan.
(The two men meet in the center of the ring. Stijn De Raaf immediately goes for a submission hold, but Sullivan uses his power to push him away. The crowd cheers. Sullivan then uses his well-rounded hybrid style, landing a series of strikes and power moves on Stijn. He hits a series of powerful jabs to the head and body before hitting a powerful spinning spinebuster, the Royal Flush. He goes for the pin, but Stijn kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: Stijn is in a bad spot here. Sullivan is showing why he’s one of the top contenders in the company. He’s a mix of technical wrestling, striking, and power moves.
(Stijn De Raaf is able to fight back, and he goes for his signature move, the Amsterdam Ankle Lock. Sullivan, however, counters the hold, and he goes for his own submission, the King’s Cross Lock, a devastating crossface submission hold. He locks it in, but Stijn is able to get to the ropes. Stijn then uses his knowledge of the rules to his advantage, using his feet to leverage a low blow on Sullivan when the referee is distracted.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a cheap shot! Stijn De Raaf is a coward! He is a master of bending the rules to his advantage.
EDDIE BATES: He’s not a coward, Pringle! He’s a genius! He used his knowledge of the rules to his advantage. He’s a methodical and deliberate wrestler who wears down his opponents with surgical precision before going for the kill.
(Stijn De Raaf continues to work on Sullivan’s leg, using his technical ability to systematically dismantle his opponent. He targets a specific limb, using a variety of submission holds and strikes to wear down Sullivan. He then hits his signature move, the Rotterdam Roundhouse, a swift and brutal roundhouse kick to the head of a kneeling Sullivan.)
STEVE PRINGLE: He’s a sadist, Eddie! He’s taking pleasure in inflicting pain and torment on Sullivan!
EDDIE BATES: You have to respect his technical prowess, Pringle. He’s a true mad scientist, meticulously dissecting his opponents’ bodies with his technical prowess.
(Sullivan is able to fight back, and he goes for his finisher, the Tower Bridge Bomb, a sit-out powerbomb. Stijn De Raaf, however, counters the move and applies his finisher, the Dutch Clutch, a devastating cross-armbar submission hold. He locks it in with such force that it looks like it will snap Sullivan’s arm in two. Sullivan screams in pain, but he refuses to give up.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Look at the sheer brutality! He’s trying to snap his arm! He’s a man of honor who fights with a never-say-die attitude.
EDDIE BATES: He’s not going to give up, Pringle! He’s a true champion at heart!
(Sullivan is able to get to the ropes, but Stijn De Raaf refuses to let go. He keeps the hold locked in, and the referee starts to count. 1… 2… 3… 4… The referee pulls Stijn off of Sullivan. Sullivan is holding his arm in pain, but he refuses to give up. Stijn sees the opportunity. He feigns a handshake, but when Sullivan reaches for his hand, Stijn hits a swift and sudden kick to the gut. He then transitions into a rolling elbow strike, the Gentleman’s Agreement.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Oh, my goodness! He’s using Geoffrey Hobbs’ move! He’s a truly despicable human being.
EDDIE BATES: He’s a master of manipulation, Pringle! He knows how to get inside his opponent’s head and use their emotions against them.
(Stijn De Raaf then locks in the Dutch Clutch on Sullivan’s injured arm, and Sullivan has no choice but to tap out. The referee immediately calls for the bell. The crowd is silent as Stijn De Raaf’s music begins to play. He stands over Sullivan, a cold, emotionless expression on his face. He raises his arm in a sign of victory before making his way to the back.)
STEVE PRINGLE: An absolutely sickening display from Stijn De Raaf. He won by any means necessary, and he showed no remorse in doing so.
EDDIE BATES: He showed his dominance, Pringle. He showed that his technical prowess is unmatched, and his sadistic approach to wrestling is a recipe for success.
Backstage
(A highlight video package begins with a montage of Callum McLeod’s high-flying maneuvers, showing him executing the Scottish Senton and the Loch Ness Leap. The footage is set to an upbeat Celtic rock track. The clips show McLeod smiling and interacting with fans, draping a Scottish flag over his shoulders as the crowd cheers.)
NARRATOR (Voiceover): A hero’s rise… a spirit of courage and honor. Callum McLeod came to Dynasty Wrestling with a promise to put on a show for the fans, risking his body with every move, a true high-flying Highlander.
(The video cuts to a clip of McLeod in a backstage interview. He is smiling and confident.)
CALLUM MCLEOD: It’s not about the flash, it’s about the fight. I put my heart and soul on the line every single time I step into that ring. The UK Championship isn’t just a title; it’s a symbol of what we represent. And I’m going to fight for it with everything I’ve got, for the fans, for myself, for Scotland.
(The screen turns to a static-filled, distorted view. The music shifts abruptly to a catchy, arrogant synth-pop song, “A Pretty Little Lie”. The video transitions to clips of Oliver Harrington. He is shown admiring himself in a mirror, winking at the camera, and blowing kisses to the jeering crowd. The clips show him using underhanded tactics, such as a low blow, and celebrating his victories with a smug look on his face.)
NARRATOR (Voiceover): But every hero has a villain to face. The Essex Pretty Boy , Oliver Harrington, believes his good looks and natural charisma make him a superstar. He sees the ring not as a place of honor, but as a means to an end, a stage to flaunt his superiority.
(The video cuts to a pre-taped promo from Oliver Harrington. He is standing in front of a fancy car, holding a rose.)
OLIVER HARRINGTON: Look at me. I’m a rising star. I’m the British Adonis. You people can boo all you want, but you know what true greatness looks like. Callum McLeod, you fly through the air like a little circus act, and the crowd loves you for it. But when you land, you’ll be grounded by the Essex Hammer. I don’t need heart, I have talent. And at Titans, I’ll take your passion and turn it into a pretty little lie.
(The video package ramps up, showing a rapid-fire sequence of both men’s signature moves. McLeod hits the Caledonian Cutter, a springboard cutter , while Harrington counters with the Essex Hammer, a running knee strike. The footage shows them grappling, countering, and brawling. The final shot is a split screen: on the left, Callum McLeod with a determined, fiery expression; on the right, Oliver Harrington with a smug, arrogant grin. The Dynasty Wrestling logo appears in the center, along with the words: “UK Championship Match: Titans PPV.”)
STEVE PRINGLE: You can feel the tension building, Eddie. This isn’t just a match for the UK Championship; it’s a clash of ideologies.
EDDIE BATES: It’s the showman against the fighter, Pringle! The pretty boy against the gladiator! I can’t wait to see which one leaves Titans with that UK Championship around their waist.
(The video package ends as the camera cuts back to the live commentary desk.)
Single Match
Eero Koshkien vs. Bjorn Asulf
(A dark, foreboding metal track with a slow, heavy bassline and deep, guttural guitar riffs fills the arena. The song, “Frostbite,” signals the entrance of the colossal Eero Koshinen. He emerges from the back with a cold, intimidating stare, a man of few words who lets his actions speak for him. The crowd boos him for his merciless attacks and lack of showmanship. He stands at a massive 6’10” with a physique chiseled from granite. His simple black singlet highlights his immense size.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Helsinki Hammer, Eero Koshinen. A man who dominated the European Wrestling League. Now he’s here in Dynasty Wrestling, setting his sights on the company’s top prize. He is seen as the final boss of the promotion.
EDDIE BATES: This man is a force of nature, Pringle. His style is a blend of raw power and European strong-style wrestling. He’s here to prove that he is the most dominant wrestler in the world.
(The music shifts abruptly to a high-energy rock track with a driving drum beat and soaring guitar riffs. “Valhalla Calling” by Miracle of Sound echoes through the arena. The crowd immediately begins to jeer as Bjorn Asulf, The Norse Nightmare, makes his entrance. He is wearing a heavy fur cloak over his ring gear, and he walks with a mythic arrogance. He views modern society and his opponents as weak. He enters the ring and stands opposite Koshinen, a chilling conviction in his eyes.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Bjorn Asulf, the living embodiment of Viking mythology. He has declared war on British wrestling and sees every match as a sacred battle.
EDDIE BATES: He’s a brutal powerhouse brawler, Pringle. His offense is heavy, deliberate, and merciless, and he will absorb punishment and keep advancing. He is not a man to be taken lightly.
(The two men meet in the center of the ring for a tense staredown. The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway. The crowd is in a frenzy, anticipating the inevitable clash of these two titans.)
The bell rings, and the two giants immediately begin to brawl. They exchange a series of brutal chops, forearms, and headbutts, each man refusing to back down. Koshinen lands a thunderous falling lariat, but Asulf immediately gets back to his feet, a look of pure fury on his face. Koshinen, surprised by Asulf’s resilience, goes for a bear hug to wear him down. Asulf screams in pain but refuses to give up, digging his nails into Koshinen’s back to break the hold.
EDDIE BATES: Look at the sheer brutality! These two men are throwing everything they have at each other. This is not a wrestling match, this is a war!
STEVE PRINGLE: You can feel the intensity, Eddie. This is a clash of two of the most intimidating men in the world, and they’re showing why they’re so feared.
(The two men continue to trade blows. Koshinen goes for a Northern Lights suplex, a surprising move for a man his size. He lifts Asulf high above his head, but Asulf is able to fight out of it, landing a series of headbutts. He then hits a release German suplex, sending Koshinen flying across the ring. Asulf goes for his finisher, the Ragnarök, a vicious spinning side slam. He roars to the heavens and lifts Koshinen, but Koshinen is able to power out of it, landing on his feet.)
(Frustrated and unable to land his finisher, Asulf rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. The crowd boos loudly as he enters the ring, a look of pure rage on his face. The referee tries to stop him, but Asulf shoves the referee aside and swings the chair at Koshinen’s leg, repeatedly hitting him with it. Koshinen falls to the mat, grabbing his knee in pain.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Oh my god! He’s using a steel chair! This is not part of the match, Eddie. This is a disgrace!
(The referee calls for the bell, signaling a disqualification. Asulf, however, is not done. He continues to relentlessly beat Koshinen with the chair, targeting his injured knee. The crowd chants “monster” at him. Asulf ignores the crowd, a chilling conviction in his eyes. He then sets Koshinen up and hits his finishing move, the Ragnarök, on the steel chair. The crowd is silent as Asulf stands over Koshinen, a look of satisfaction on his face. He raises his arms in the air, a sign of victory.)
EDDIE BATES: What a brutal display from Bjorn Asulf! He may have lost the match, but he sent a clear message to Eero Koshinen. This rivalry is not over, Pringle. This is just the beginning of a long and bloody war.
STEVE PRINGLE: This is not a war, Eddie! This is a cowardly act from a man who couldn’t win a fair fight. Bjorn Asulf showed his true colors tonight, and he’s going to have to answer for this. I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of this rivalry, but this was a sickening display.
(The medical staff rushes to the ring to check on Koshinen as Asulf walks slowly to the back, an eerie smirk on his face, leaving destruction in his wake. The camera focuses on Koshinen, who is still holding his knee in pain, the look on his face a mix of rage and determination. The camera then cuts to black, ending the segment.)
Backstage
(Backstage, a slick, professional interview set is lit by soft, controlled lights. The Dynasty Wrestling logo is visible on a large backdrop. William Smith, holding a microphone with the DW logo, stands poised and ready.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Welcome back to Clash, everybody. I’m William Smith, and with me now is one of the most explosive and dynamic performers in all of professional wrestling, the man himself, Jet.
(Jet, looking confident and relaxed, steps into the frame. He’s wearing a custom sleeveless jacket with a stylized shogun helmet logo. He gives Smith a cool, knowing nod.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Jet, it’s been a long time since you were last in Dynasty Wrestling. You made your debut with the company back in 2001, and you were a major part of the original run. Now, you’ve returned, and you’ve wasted no time in making an impact. What has brought you back to the company you helped build?
JET: (A slight smirk plays on his face as he speaks with quiet conviction.) You ask what brought me back, William? The real question is, what has happened since I’ve been gone? I look around this locker room, and I see a lot of noise. A lot of flash. A lot of talk. But I don’t see anyone on my level. The so-called “best” here, they’re playing a different game. They’re playing for the fans, for the applause. I’m playing for dominance. I’m playing to prove that my legacy… is unmatched.
WILLIAM SMITH: You say no one is on your level, but there are some big names here now. Angelo Anderson is the champion , and men like Eero Koshinen and Jonathan Sullivan are dominating the competition. What makes you so confident that you can compete with this new generation of Dynasty Wrestling?
JET: They’re strong. They’re fast. They’re everything they’re supposed to be. But they don’t have what I have. I’m a high-flyer with an explosive arsenal, a fusion of styles they haven’t seen before. I’m a walking highlight reel. And for two weeks, I’ve watched this company with a chip on my shoulder, because no one here has the swagger, the style, or the guts to get in my face. It’s been… quiet. Too quiet.
(Jet leans closer to the camera, his eyes intense and calculating.)
JET: So, let this be my message to the entire Dynasty Wrestling roster, from the champions on down: At Titans, I’m not just going to prove I’m back. I’m going to prove that everyone else has been playing catch-up for the last twenty years. The wild card has returned to shake up the system, and it’s time to show everyone what it means to be 90 Degrees and Rising.
(Jet gives a final, cold stare into the camera as the sound of his theme music, “Name of the Game,” begins to play. He walks away, leaving Smith to stand alone in the frame as the camera fades to black.)
Non-Title Champion vs. #1 Contender Match
Cedric Thornfield def. Angelo Anderson
(The arena lights dim as a dark, intense J-rock/metal track with fast-paced drums and distorted guitars fills the Stratford Arena. The crowd immediately boos. Red and white strobe lights flash as Angelo Anderson’s theme song, “God of the Underground,” plays. The music is a heavy, industrial track that perfectly fits the cold, menacing persona of the DW Heavyweight Champion. He emerges from the back, wearing a long, sleeveless trench coat with a metal-plated chest piece. He walks slowly to the ring, his intense, calculating eyes scanning the crowd. He is a physically imposing figure with a thick, powerful frame. The crowd boos him heavily, but he is unphased by their reaction. He sees the belt not as a prize, but as proof of superiority. He enters the ring and holds his DW Heavyweight Championship high above his head before giving it to the referee.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The Dynasty Destroyer, Angelo Anderson. The DW Heavyweight Champion. A cold, focused, and dominant force. This man doesn’t need to raise his voice; he speaks with icy calm and total self-assurance. He believes no one can stop him, and so far, no one has.
EDDIE BATES: This is the main event of the evening, and it’s a huge one. This is a non-title match, but it’s champion versus the number one contender. The winner gets all the momentum heading into ‘Titans.’ And Anderson, he is the embodiment of control and menace.
(The music shifts abruptly to a dark, atmospheric track with heavy percussion and a slow, ominous build. The song, “Black Honey,” fills the arena. The crowd erupts into a thunderous roar as Cedric Thornfield, “London’s Last Whisper,” emerges from the back. He is a local hero, a man of mystery, and a stoic figure. He walks slowly to the ring, his face a mask of calm that unnerves both opponents and allies. He is wearing his signature black and silver gear, and his aura draws the fans in.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Cedric Thornfield. He’s a fan favorite, especially here in his hometown of London. The crowd sees him as the soul of the city—bruised but never broken.
EDDIE BATES: This is the ultimate battle of wills, Pringle. The immovable object versus the unstoppable force. Anderson is a force of pure dominance, while Thornfield is a ghost, a shadow saint.
(The two men meet in the center of the ring for a tense staredown. Anderson looks at Thornfield with cold, calculating eyes, while Thornfield remains stoic and calm. The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway. The crowd is on its feet, ready for the main event.)
The bell rings, and the two men circle each other. Anderson immediately goes for a power-based offense, using his devastating slams and high-impact strikes to dismantle Thornfield. He hits a spine-rattling lariat, but Thornfield is able to kick out. Anderson then goes for a corner avalanche, but Thornfield dodges the attack and lands a series of precise strikes of his own. He then hits a swinging dragon suplex, but Anderson kicks out at two.
EDDIE BATES: Look at the resilience of Cedric Thornfield. He’s absorbing all of Anderson’s punishment and still fighting back.
STEVE PRINGLE: He’s a true warrior, Eddie. He’s not just a man; he’s a myth.
(The two men continue to brawl. Anderson goes for his finisher, the Unbroken, an elevated sit-out powerbomb. He lifts Thornfield with ease, but Thornfield is able to counter the move and hits a series of kicks to Anderson’s legs and chest. He then goes for his finisher, the Raven’s Wings, a jumping lifting reverse DDT. He hits the move perfectly, and the crowd goes wild. He goes for the pin. 1… 2… NO! Anderson kicks out.)
(Thornfield is in disbelief. He gets back to his feet, a look of determination on his face. He lifts Anderson to his feet and goes for another Raven’s Wings. But Anderson, seeing the impending defeat, reaches down and, in full view of the referee, hits a blatant low blow. The crowd gasps in shock as the referee immediately calls for the bell.)
STEVE PRINGLE: That’s it! It’s a disqualification! Anderson hit him with a blatant low blow! He’s a coward!
(The crowd boos loudly as the referee raises Thornfield’s hand. Anderson, however, is not done. He immediately grabs his championship belt from the timekeeper and hits Thornfield with it in the head. The crowd is in a state of shock as Thornfield falls to the mat, blood trickling from his forehead. Anderson stands over him, holding the title high over his head, a sinister look on his face.)
EDDIE BATES: A sick and twisted move from Angelo Anderson. He would rather lose the match than lose the dignity of being pinned by Cedric Thornfield.
STEVE PRINGLE: You’re wrong, Eddie. This is not about dignity. This is about power, and Anderson is a man who loves power. He’s a menace, and he’s going to have to pay for this.
(The medical staff rushes to the ring to check on Thornfield. The camera focuses on Anderson, who is holding his championship belt high over his head, a cold, empty look in his eyes, as the crowd continues to boo. He stands over the fallen Thornfield, a look of satisfaction on his face, before slowly making his way to the back.)
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