DW Clash 33
The Stratford Arena, London, England
23rd June 2024
[The camera pans over the electric crowd at the Stratford Arena in East London. Fans are holding signs and cheering as the camera zooms in on the ring, where the commentators Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates are ready to kick off the show.]
Steve Pringle: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another explosive edition of DW Clash! We’re coming to you live from the iconic Stratford Arena in East London, and tonight’s show promises to be one for the ages!
Eddie Bates: That’s right, Steve! We’ve got an action-packed lineup tonight, but the main event is what everyone is talking about. A triple threat match between Kyle McRae, Angelo Anderson, and the Viking himself, Bjorn Asulf. The stakes couldn’t be higher, as the winner will earn the right to challenge the reigning DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘the Raven King’ Cedric Thornfield, at the ‘Original Sinners’ PPV on August 5th!
Steve Pringle: And after Angelo Anderson’s bold declaration last week, you can bet he’s coming into this match with a chip on his shoulder. But let’s not forget about Kyle McRae and Bjorn Asulf, both of whom have been on an impressive run lately.
Eddie Bates: Absolutely, Steve. McRae is looking to make a statement, and Asulf has been a dominant force since his arrival in DW. This is anyone’s game, and I can’t wait to see how it unfolds tonight.
Steve Pringle: But that’s not all, folks! We’ve got plenty of other thrilling matches and segments lined up, including the debut of some exciting new talent and more fallout from last week’s shocking events.
Eddie Bates: It’s going to be a wild ride, so buckle up and stay tuned! Let’s get this show started!
[The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as the first match of the night is about to begin, the crowd’s anticipation palpable as the energy in the arena continues to build.]
Backstage
Place At the Top
[Backstage, the camera cuts to a dimly lit locker room where Jean Louis Duval stands in front of Royce Lacroix and HyperNova. Duval, a former DW Heavyweight Champion, exudes confidence as he addresses his fellow Frenchmen. Royce Lacroix, his imposing bodyguard, stands stoically by his side, while HyperNova, the newest addition to DW, appears hesitant but focused.]
Jean Louis Duval: [In French] Messieurs, tonight is another step towards reclaiming our rightful place at the top. Last week’s victory was just the beginning. We have the momentum, and we cannot afford to lose it now.
[Royce nods in agreement, his eyes locked on Duval, while HyperNova listens intently, still unsure but willing to follow Duval’s lead.]
Jean Louis Duval: [In French] Royce, you and I have been through countless battles together. We know what it takes to win. HyperNova, I saw what you are capable of last week. You have the talent, you have the skill. Now, you need to trust in the process and in us.
[HyperNova shifts slightly, his reluctance evident but he nods in agreement.]
Jean Louis Duval: [In French] British Hospitality is strong, but they are not unbeatable. If we can secure another victory tonight, and perhaps another one after that, we will be the first in line for a shot at the tag team titles held by Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks.
Royce Lacroix: [In French] They won’t know what hit them.
Jean Louis Duval: [In French] Exactly. We are the future of this division, and tonight we prove it once again. HyperNova, I need you to give everything you have. Show them the true power of French wrestling.
[HyperNova takes a deep breath, the weight of the words sinking in, and finally responds with conviction.]
HyperNova: [In French] I understand. Let’s do this.
Jean Louis Duval: [In French] That’s the spirit. Now, let’s go out there and make France proud. We have a legacy to uphold, and a future to secure.
[Duval places a hand on HyperNova’s shoulder, giving him a firm nod of encouragement. Royce pats HyperNova on the back as well, and the three men exit the locker room, ready to face British Hospitality and continue their path to the tag team titles.]
[The camera cuts back to the arena, where the anticipation for the upcoming tag team match is palpable.]
Tag Team Match
British Hospitality vs. Royce Lacroix & HyperNova
Ringside
Ultra Beat Down
[The match between British Hospitality (Harry Black & Alexander Hate) and the team of Royce Lacroix & HyperNova has just concluded. Royce and HyperNova stand victorious, having secured the win. As the victors leave the ring, British Hospitality remains, trying to recover from their defeat.]
Steve Pringle: What a hard-fought match, Eddie! British Hospitality gave it their all, but Royce Lacroix and HyperNova managed to pull off the victory tonight.
Eddie Bates: Yeah, Steve, it’s a tough loss for British Hospitality. But they’ll bounce back. These guys are resilient.
[Suddenly, the crowd’s boos start to grow louder. From the audience, two imposing figures, Axel Schmidt and Jürgen Köhler – known as ‘the Ultras’ – jump over the barricade and slide into the ring, armed with steel chairs.]
Steve Pringle: Wait a minute! Who are these guys? What’s going on?
Eddie Bates: That’s Axel Schmidt and Jürgen Köhler, Steve! The Ultras! They’re attacking British Hospitality!
[Axel Schmidt swings his chair, striking Harry Black across the back. Jürgen Köhler follows suit, targeting Alexander Hate with a vicious chair shot. British Hospitality crumbles under the unexpected assault, trying to fend off the attack but to no avail.]
Steve Pringle: This is chaos! The Ultras are decimating British Hospitality!
Eddie Bates: This is uncalled for! Somebody get out here and stop this!
[The Ultras continue their relentless assault, stomping on the fallen British Hospitality members. Security personnel rush down the ramp, attempting to intervene and separate the two teams. The crowd boos heavily, showing their disdain for the unprovoked attack.]
Steve Pringle: Here comes security, but the damage has already been done! The Ultras have made a statement here tonight!
Eddie Bates: This is disgusting! British Hospitality didn’t deserve this!
[Security struggles to pull the Ultras away from British Hospitality. Axel Schmidt and Jürgen Köhler finally step back, raising their arms in defiance as they’re escorted away. The crowd continues to boo, expressing their outrage at the brutal assault.]
Steve Pringle: The Ultras have just sent a clear message to British Hospitality and the entire DW tag team division. But this is not how you make a name for yourselves!
Eddie Bates: I hope British Hospitality is okay. This is far from over, Steve. The Ultras are going to have to answer for this.
[As the Ultras are led away by security, the camera focuses on the battered and bruised British Hospitality, trying to regain their composure. The crowd’s boos slowly turn into chants of support for the fallen team.]
Steve Pringle: British Hospitality will undoubtedly be looking for revenge. The Ultras have been attacking British Hospitality for weeks now, it’s only a matter of time until they get what is coming to them!
Eddie Bates: Absolutely, Steve. The Ultras better watch their backs because British Hospitality will be coming for them!
[The show cuts to a commercial, leaving the viewers in anticipation of what will happen next between these two fierce teams.]
Backstage
Everything to Gain
[Backstage, William Smith stands next to the towering Dutch wrestler, Stijn De Raaf. The former DW UK Champion exudes an air of frustration and determination. The interview is about to begin as the camera zooms in on them.]
William Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with former DW UK Champion, Stijn De Raaf. Stijn, it’s no secret that you’ve been on a bit of a losing streak since dropping the DW UK Championship to Oliver Harrington a few weeks ago. What are your thoughts on your recent performances?
Stijn De Raaf: [His voice carries a sharp edge of irritation] You think I don’t know that, William? You think I need reminding that I’ve been on a losing streak? Every single person in this building seems to be enjoying my misfortune, but let me make one thing clear—I am not done. I am not broken. I am a force to be reckoned with, and this so-called streak is just a minor setback.
William Smith: Well, tonight you have a chance to turn things around. You’re facing Leo Lewis next. How do you plan to approach this match?
Stijn De Raaf: [A sinister smile creeps onto his face] Leo Lewis is just another obstacle in my path. He’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am going to use him to send a message to everyone in DW, especially to Oliver Harrington. Losing my title was a wake-up call. Tonight, Leo Lewis will feel the full extent of my frustration and my resolve. I will dismantle him, piece by piece, and remind everyone why I was the DW UK Champion in the first place.
William Smith: Do you have any final words for Leo Lewis before you head into your match?
Stijn De Raaf: [Stares directly into the camera] Leo, I hope you’re ready for what’s coming. I hope you understand that tonight is not just another match for you—it’s a statement from me. You’re stepping into the ring with a man who has nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Prepare yourself, because your night is about to get a lot worse.
[Stijn De Raaf straightens up, a look of grim determination on his face. He turns and walks away, leaving William Smith to wrap up the segment.]
William Smith: There you have it, folks. Stijn De Raaf, clearly with a lot to prove, is ready to take on Leo Lewis next. Stay tuned for more action here on DW Clash!
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Leo Lewis
Backstage
The Future
[Backstage, in the office of DW General Manager Matt Anarchy, the DW UK Champion ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington stands with a disgruntled expression, his newly won championship belt draped over his shoulder. Matt Anarchy sits behind his desk, listening with a raised eyebrow as Harrington bemoans the current state of DW.]
Oliver Harrington: [Sighing dramatically] Matt, what is going on around here? I finally bring some class and prestige to the DW UK Championship, and what do I get? A roster full of newcomers who don’t deserve to lace my boots, let alone challenge me for my title. Where’s the real competition?
Matt Anarchy: [Calmly] Oliver, the newcomers are the future of DW. We need fresh talent to keep things exciting. Besides, you should welcome the challenge. It’s what a true champion does.
Oliver Harrington: [Scoffing] Future of DW? Please, Matt. These rookies are just taking up space. I need real competition, not some greenhorns trying to make a name off my back.
[At that moment, the door swings open, and Liam O’Donovan, the gruff Irish newcomer, walks by. He glances into the office, curious about the commotion.]
Matt Anarchy: [Smiling] Liam! Just the man I wanted to see. Come in here for a second.
Liam O’Donovan: [Stepping inside, his rugged demeanor evident] What’s this about, Matt?
Matt Anarchy: [Gesturing to Oliver] Oliver here was just saying how he’s in need of some competition. How about you face him later tonight?
Liam O’Donovan: [Grinning, his eyes narrowing at Harrington] I’d be delighted to, Matt. I’ve been itching for a good fight.
Oliver Harrington: [Reluctantly] Fine, but let’s get one thing straight. My title isn’t on the line. This guy hasn’t earned a shot at the Essex Pretty Boy’s gold yet.
Matt Anarchy: [Nodding] That’s fair. Non-title match it is. But Oliver, if Liam gives you a run for your money, you might have to reconsider who deserves a shot at your belt.
Oliver Harrington: [Smirking confidently] Don’t worry, Matt. He won’t even come close.
Liam O’Donovan: [Stepping closer to Harrington, his voice low and menacing] We’ll see about that, Pretty Boy.
[The tension is palpable as the two men stare each other down. Matt Anarchy watches with a satisfied smile, knowing he’s set up a match that will electrify the audience.]
Matt Anarchy: [Clapping his hands] Alright, gentlemen, save it for the ring. Let’s see who walks out of there with their pride intact.
[Oliver Harrington gives Liam O’Donovan one last disdainful look before turning and striding out of the office. Liam stands there for a moment, his intense gaze never wavering, before following suit. The scene fades as the camera focuses on Matt Anarchy, looking pleased with the setup for the night.]
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Union Jack
Backstage
Something to Say?
[Backstage, the camera focuses on the DW UK Champion, ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington, as he is warming up for his match against Liam O’Donovan. Harrington is shadowboxing and stretching, his championship belt prominently displayed on a nearby bench. He exudes confidence, his usual smirk firmly in place.]
[Suddenly, the curtains leading to the ringside area rustle, and ‘Five Star Potential’ Jonathan Sullivan steps through, fresh off his dominant victory over Union Jack. The towering newcomer exudes an intimidating presence, his eyes locking onto Harrington as he approaches.]
[Harrington, noticing the movement, turns his head and his expression shifts slightly as he sees Sullivan. The air becomes thick with tension as the two men engage in a silent, intense stare down.]
Oliver Harrington: [Arrogantly] You got something to say, Sullivan?
[Sullivan doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes boring into Harrington’s with a mixture of intensity and amusement. After a moment, a slow, confident smile spreads across his face.]
Jonathan Sullivan: [Calmly, with a hint of menace] Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. You’re a loudmouth, Harrington. Let’s see if you can back it up.
[Harrington’s smirk falters for a second before he regains his composure, puffing out his chest defiantly.]
Oliver Harrington: [Smirking] Enjoy the view, big man. This belt isn’t going anywhere.
[Sullivan chuckles softly, shaking his head as he begins to walk away, but not before delivering one last parting shot over his shoulder.]
Jonathan Sullivan: [Over his shoulder] We’ll see about that, Pretty Boy. Enjoy your match tonight. I’ll be watching.
[Harrington’s eyes narrow as he watches Sullivan disappear down the hallway. The confidence on his face is now mixed with a hint of irritation. He resumes his warm-up routine, though it’s clear the encounter has left him slightly rattled.]
[The camera pans out, capturing the tense atmosphere as Harrington prepares for his upcoming match, his focus momentarily shaken by the looming presence of Jonathan Sullivan.]
Single Match
Oliver Harrington vs. Liam O’Donovan
Backstage
The Raven King
[Backstage, the camera focuses on William Smith, standing next to the imposing figure of the DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘the Raven King’ Cedric Thornfield. Thornfield, with his dark, intense aura and the championship belt draped over his shoulder, looks every bit the enigmatic champion he is known to be.]
William Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘the Raven King’ Cedric Thornfield. Cedric, tonight’s main event will determine your next challenger at the ‘Original Sinners’ PPV. We have Kyle McRae, Angelo Anderson, and Bjorn Asulf competing in a triple threat match. Do you have a preference as to who wins tonight?
[Thornfield’s piercing eyes narrow as he considers the question. He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, a slight smirk playing on his lips.]
Cedric Thornfield: [Calmly, with an edge of menace] Preference, you ask? William, it’s not about who I prefer. It’s about who can survive the storm and step into my domain.
[He glances down at the belt, running his fingers over it before looking back at Smith.]
Cedric Thornfield: Angelo Anderson… [Chuckles] The man who thinks he’s unstoppable. He’s tasted gold before, but he’s never faced someone like me. His bravado will be his undoing.
[Thornfield’s expression darkens as he continues.]
Cedric Thornfield: Kyle McRae… He’s tough, but toughness alone doesn’t win wars. He’s got heart, but I’ve got the soul of a warrior who’s seen countless battles.
[He pauses, his gaze becoming more intense.]
Cedric Thornfield: And then there’s Bjorn Asulf. The Viking. He’s hungry, relentless. He’s been barking at my door for weeks now. But be careful what you wish for, Bjorn. The Raven King’s domain is not for the faint of heart.
[Thornfield steps closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.]
Cedric Thornfield: Whoever wins tonight, know this – you’re stepping into a world of darkness. A world where I reign supreme. I don’t care who it is, because the result will be the same. The Raven King will rise, and my reign will continue.
[He straightens up, the smirk returning to his face as he looks directly into the camera.]
Cedric Thornfield: So, let them fight. Let them tear each other apart. I’ll be waiting. Ready. Watching.
[William Smith, slightly taken aback by Thornfield’s intensity, nods and turns back to the camera.]
William Smith: Strong words from the DW Heavyweight Champion. We’ll see who earns the right to face him at ‘Original Sinners.’ Thank you, Cedric.
[Thornfield gives a final, piercing look before walking away, leaving Smith to close out the segment.]
William Smith: Back to you, Steve and Eddie. It looks like the Raven King is ready for whoever emerges victorious tonight!
Triple Threat #1 Contendership Match
Kyle McRae vs. Angelo Anderson vs. Bjorn Asulf
Ringside
Original Sinners
[The bell rings, signaling the end of the main event. The referee raises Bjorn Asulf’s hand in victory as the crowd’s boos echo throughout the arena. Bjorn Asulf stands tall in the center of the ring, soaking in the moment.]
Steve Pringle: Bjorn Asulf has done it! He has earned his title shot against Cedric Thornfield at the Original Sinners PPV!
Eddie Bates: Love him or hate him, Bjorn Asulf fought hard tonight. He’s now the number one contender for the DW Heavyweight Championship!
[Bjorn Asulf grabs a microphone and raises it to his lips, his expression one of fierce determination.]
Bjorn Asulf: (breathing heavily) You can boo all you want, but it doesn’t change a thing. I’ve earned this. Cedric Thornfield, at Original Sinners, I’m coming for that title!
[The crowd’s boos intensify, but Asulf remains unfazed. He raises his arms, gesturing for more, feeding off their negative energy. Suddenly, Cedric Thornfield’s music hits, and the DW Heavyweight Champion appears at the top of the entrance ramp with his title belt slung over his shoulder.]
Steve Pringle: And here comes the champion! Cedric Thornfield, the Raven King, is here to cast an eye over his next challenger.
Eddie Bates: This is going to be an epic showdown at Original Sinners, Steve. The Viking versus the Raven King!
[Cedric Thornfield stands at the top of the ramp, his intense gaze fixed on Asulf. He raises his title belt high above his head, showcasing his championship gold. The fans, now split between boos and cheers, add to the tension.]
Cedric Thornfield: (holding the microphone) Bjorn Asulf, you may have earned your shot tonight, but at Original Sinners, you’ll find out why I am the Raven King. This title isn’t going anywhere.
[Asulf snarls and paces in the ring, his eyes locked on Thornfield. The tension is palpable as the two men stare each other down, the championship gold gleaming under the arena lights.]
Bjorn Asulf: (pointing at Thornfield) You better be ready, Thornfield. Because I’m not coming to just challenge for that title. I’m coming to take it!
[The camera zooms in on Thornfield’s stern expression, then cuts to Asulf’s determined face. The fans continue to react passionately, creating an electric atmosphere.]
Steve Pringle: This is what it’s all about, Eddie. Two of the best in DW, set to clash at Original Sinners. I can’t wait!
Eddie Bates: Neither can I, Steve. This is going to be a battle for the ages!
[The camera captures the intense stare down between Thornfield and Asulf one last time before fading to black, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating their showdown at Original Sinners.]
[The show goes off the air.]
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