DW Clash 17
Live on the HOTv Network on PWA:TV
The Stratford Arena, London, England
12th February 2024
Steve Pringle: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another electrifying edition of DW Clash, broadcasting live from the iconic Stratford Arena in London, England!
Eddie Bates: That’s right, Steve. It’s always a pleasure to be here in London, where the atmosphere is electric and the action is always top-notch. Tonight’s Clash promises to be no different.
Steve Pringle: Absolutely, Eddie. We’ve got an action-packed show lined up for you tonight, featuring some of the most talented wrestlers in the world.
Eddie Bates: That’s for sure, Steve. And after last week’s explosive events, the anticipation is at an all-time high. We’ve got grudge matches, championship bouts, and plenty of surprises in store for our loyal DW fans.
Steve Pringle: And let’s not forget about the ongoing rivalry between DW and other promotions. With tensions running high, you never know what could happen next.
Eddie Bates: That’s the beauty of DW Clash, Steve. Anything can happen, and tonight, we’re in for a wild ride. So sit back, relax, and get ready for an unforgettable evening of professional wrestling action right here on DW Clash!
Tag Team Match Playa
[In the backstage area of the arena, General Manager Matt Anarchy is seen going over some paperwork when DW Champion Jean Louis Duval and his imposing bodyguard Royce Lacroix stride into the room, exuding an air of arrogance.]
Matt Anarchy: Ah, gentlemen, what can I do for you today?
Jean Louis Duval: Matt, we are growing tired of the lack of competition around here. It seems like no one can step up to the level of the DW Champion.
Royce Lacroix: Oui, we need opponents worthy of sharing the ring with us, not mere amateurs.
Matt Anarchy: I understand your frustration, but rest assured, I have something special planned for tonight’s main event.
Jean Louis Duval: Oh? And what might that be, mon ami?
Matt Anarchy: You’ll be facing none other than British Hospitality, Harry Black and Alexander Hate, in a tag team match.
Royce Lacroix: Ah, British Hospitality. They dare to challenge the superiority of the French in the ring?
Matt Anarchy: Consider it a test, gentlemen. A chance to prove your dominance once again. Enjoy the match.
[With a smirk, Anarchy watches as Duval and Lacroix nod, seemingly satisfied with the challenge presented to them, before they turn and exit the room, leaving Anarchy to his preparations for the evening’s event.]
Riley Smith vs. Cedric Thornfield
No More Nice Guys
[In the bustling backstage area of the arena, British Hospitality, consisting of Kyle McRae, Harry Black, and Alexander Hate, gather together for a moment of reflection.]
Harry Black: Well, lads, looks like Thornfield’s made quite the impact since joining DW.
Alexander Hate: Yeah, he’s been on a tear, hasn’t he? Took down each of us one by one.
Kyle McRae: It’s getting old real fast. We need to get back on track, show everyone what British Hospitality is made of.
Harry Black: Absolutely. Tonight’s our chance to turn things around. Duval and Lacroix might think they’re untouchable, but we’ll show them what we’re made of.
Alexander Hate: Damn right. Time to remind everyone why they should fear British Hospitality.
Kyle McRae: Let’s do it, lads. Tonight, we make a statement. No more playing nice.
[With determined nods, the trio of British Hospitality share a collective resolve, ready to step into the ring and take on their formidable opponents, Jean Louis Duval and Royce Lacroix, later in the main event.]
Oliver Harrington vs Leo Lewis
The Platinum Mirage
[Backstage, in the bustling corridors of the arena, ‘The Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell and ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw stand together, exchanging confident glances as they prepare for their upcoming tag team match against Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks.]
Maxwell Blackwell: Emily, tonight’s our chance to show everyone why we’re the ones to watch in DW. Undefeated streaks and all.
Emily Shaw: Absolutely, Maxwell. We’ve been dominating since we stepped foot in the ring, and tonight won’t be any different.
Maxwell Blackwell: Noble and Sparks might think they stand a chance, but they’re about to find out just how wrong they are.
Emily Shaw: They won’t know what hit them. It’s going to be a flawless victory for us.
Maxwell Blackwell: Agreed. Let’s go out there and remind everyone why we’re the future of DW.
[With a shared determination, Maxwell Blackwell and Emily Shaw exchange a brief nod before heading towards the entrance ramp, ready to face their opponents and assert their dominance once more.]
[In the backstage area, ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington stands tall, his confidence evident after his swift victory over Leo Lewis. William Smith approaches him for a post-match interview.]
William Smith: Oliver, impressive win out there against Leo Lewis. You made quick work of him tonight.
Oliver Harrington: Of course, William. Did you expect anything less from the Essex Pretty Boy? I’ve got places to be, people to see, and I don’t have time to waste in that ring.
William Smith: Some might say your focus on your appearance distracts you from your wrestling. What do you say to those critics?
Oliver Harrington: Critics? Please. They’re just jealous they can’t look as good as I do while kicking butt in the ring. Besides, my style is what sets me apart. It’s what makes me stand out in a sea of mediocrity.
William Smith: And what’s next for the Essex Pretty Boy here in DW?
Oliver Harrington: More victories, more titles, and more moments for the fans to bask in my glory. Keep your eyes on me, William. The best is yet to come.
[With a smug grin, Oliver Harrington adjusts his hair and walks away, leaving William Smith to ponder the confidence and bravado of the self-proclaimed Essex Pretty Boy.]
Tag Team Match
Maxwell Blackwell & Emily Shaw vs. Ben Noble & Kandi Sparks
The Amsterdam Avenger
[In the backstage area, William Smith stands ready for an interview with the new DW UK Champion, Stijn De Raaf, who exudes an air of confidence and superiority. Smith approaches him with the microphone in hand.]
William Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the newly crowned DW UK Champion, Stijn De Raaf, who hails from the vibrant city of Amsterdam in Holland. Stijn, congratulations on your victory and becoming the new champion. How are you feeling?
Stijn De Raaf: Thank you, William. Winning this championship was merely a formality. It was inevitable that I would ascend to the throne sooner or later. As for how I feel? I feel as I always do—supreme.
William Smith: Indeed, Stijn. Tonight, you’re set to defend your championship against Union Jack. How do you feel about this upcoming match?
Stijn De Raaf: Union Jack is a mere pawn in my game, a temporary obstacle on my path to dominance. His futile attempt to dethrone me will only serve to solidify my reign as the true UK Champion. As for the match, it’s inconsequential. The outcome is already decided.
William Smith: It sounds like you’re brimming with confidence, Stijn. Any final words for Union Jack before the match?
Stijn De Raaf: Union Jack, prepare yourself for a lesson in humility. Your aspirations of victory are but fleeting fantasies in the face of my undeniable superiority. Tonight, you will come face to face with the undeniable truth: in this ring, there’s no one who can match the brilliance of Stijn De Raaf.
[With a dismissive smirk, Stijn De Raaf brushes off any notion of challenge from Union Jack, his arrogance palpable as William Smith concludes the interview, leaving the Dutchman to revel in his self-assuredness before the impending title defense.]
DW UK Championship Match
Stijn de Raaf © vs. Union Jack
[In the backstage area, Kandi Sparks stands poised for an interview, her demeanor reflecting a mix of frustration and determination. William Smith approaches her with the microphone in hand.]
William Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Kandi Sparks, who just competed in a tag team match earlier tonight. Kandi, it seems like the partnership with Ben Noble didn’t yield the desired outcome against Maxwell Blackwell and Emily Shaw. How are you feeling after the match?
Kandi Sparks: Well, William, I won’t lie. Tonight didn’t go as planned. Emily Shaw and Maxwell Blackwell may have gotten the win, but that doesn’t mean I’m backing down.
William Smith: Understandably so, Kandi. You’ve had a series of setbacks against Emily Shaw recently. Do you think you deserve another opportunity to prove yourself against her in a one-on-one match?
Kandi Sparks: Absolutely, William. Emily Shaw may have had the upper hand lately, but I’m not one to stay down for long. I’ve faced adversity before, and I’ve always come back stronger. So, if Emily Shaw thinks she’s seen the last of me, she’s got another thing coming.
William Smith: Strong words, Kandi. What’s next for you in the wake of tonight’s loss?
Kandi Sparks: What’s next? I’ll tell you what’s next, William. I’m going to train harder, fight smarter, and show Emily Shaw and everyone else that Kandi Sparks is not someone to be underestimated. So, Emily, if you’re listening, get ready, because I’m coming for redemption.
[With determination etched on her face, Kandi Sparks leaves no doubt that she’s ready to face Emily Shaw again, her resolve unwavering despite the recent setbacks.]
Tag Team Match
Jean Louis Duval & Royce Lacroix vs. British Hospitality
A Message from the Raven
[The arena is buzzing with anticipation as Jean Louis Duval and Royce Lacroix stand tall in the center of the ring, reveling in their victory. The boos from the audience echo throughout the arena, a testament to the disdain the fans hold for the arrogant French duo.]
[As Duval raises his championship belt high, the atmosphere shifts with an ominous undertone. Cedric Thornfield emerges from the shadows, his presence evoking a mixture of fear and uncertainty among the spectators.]
[Thornfield strides purposefully down the ramp, a steel chair in hand, his gaze fixed on the unsuspecting trio of Kyle McRae, Harry Black, and Alexander Hate. The crowd’s boos intensify as they anticipate the impending chaos.]
[With a swift and merciless swing, Thornfield unleashes his fury, striking McRae, Black, and Hate with unbridled aggression. The sickening sound of metal meeting flesh reverberates throughout the arena, eliciting gasps of shock from the audience.]
[As McRae, Black, and Hate writhe in pain on the canvas, Thornfield stands tall, the steel chair held aloft like a grim trophy. The expression on his face is one of cold indifference, his eyes gleaming with malice as he locks his gaze onto Jean Louis Duval.]
[Duval watches on in bewilderment, his usual arrogance replaced by a palpable sense of unease. The crowd’s boos intensify as Thornfield points menacingly at Duval, a silent declaration of war that sends shivers down the champion’s spine.]
[With the chaos unfolding before them, Clash comes to a dramatic close, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the repercussions of Thornfield’s brutal assault.]