DW Clash 39
The Stratford Arena, London, England
12th August 2024
The show opens with a sweeping aerial shot of the newly designed Stratford Arena in London, the seats packed to the brim with raucous fans. The energy in the arena is electric, with signs waving and the crowd buzzing in anticipation. The camera pans across the enthusiastic crowd before settling on the commentator’s desk where Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates are seated, both looking sharp and ready for another explosive night of Dynasty Wrestling.
Steve Pringle: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to DW Clash! We are coming to you live from the newly designed, sold-out Stratford Arena in London! I’m Steve Pringle, and alongside me, as always, is the one and only Eddie Bates. Eddie, we’re just one week removed from the unforgettable Original Sinners 2024 PPV, and what a night it was!”
Eddie Bates: “That’s right, Steve! We witnessed history as ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf dethroned Cedric Thornfield to become the new DW Heavyweight Champion! And if that wasn’t enough, Jonathan Sullivan ended the reign of the ‘Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington to claim the DW UK Championship! The landscape of Dynasty Wrestling has changed forever, and tonight, the journey begins for those who want to reclaim their thrones!”
The camera cuts to highlights from the Original Sinners PPV, showing Bjorn Asulf’s grueling victory over Thornfield, followed by Jonathan Sullivan’s triumph over Harrington. The crowd in the arena roars as the footage plays, reliving the pivotal moments from the event.
Steve Pringle: “Tonight, the stakes are higher than ever as we find out who will be the first to challenge the new DW Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf. In our main event, former UK Champion Oliver Harrington will face off against the ever-dangerous Angelo Anderson, who was victorious over Kyle McRae at the PPV!”
Eddie Bates: “That’s a match you don’t want to miss, Steve. Harrington is desperate to get back on top after losing his title, but Angelo Anderson is no slouch. He’s been on a tear lately, and he’s hungry for gold. The winner of this match is going to have their sights set firmly on Asulf’s DW Heavyweight Championship!”
The camera shifts to shots of the arena’s new design, showcasing the impressive stage setup and the updated ring, as the fans continue to cheer loudly.
Steve Pringle: “The Stratford Arena has never looked better, and neither has the DW roster. With new champions crowned and fresh rivalries brewing, the road ahead promises to be filled with chaos, excitement, and incredible action!”
Eddie Bates: “Buckle up, folks! DW Clash is about to kick off in a big way! Let’s get this show on the road!”
The camera cuts to the ring, where the lights dim, and the crowd’s anticipation reaches a fever pitch as the first match of the night is about to begin.
Tag Team Match
Legion vs. Union Jack & Geoffrey Hobbs
Backstage
International Domination
The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Union Jack and Geoffrey Hobbs lie defeated in the center of the ring, having just fallen victim to the dominant force that is Legion. Royce Lacroix and HyperNova, the victorious members of Legion, stand tall, their arms raised in triumph as the crowd rains down boos. Standing at ringside, Jean Louis Duval, the leader of the proud French faction, looks on with a smug smile. Duval grabs a microphone and steps into the ring, the arena filling with even louder boos as he prepares to speak.
Jean Louis Duval: “Mesdames et messieurs, silence! Vous êtes en présence de la grandeur française!”
The boos intensify, but Duval remains unfazed, basking in the jeers from the English crowd.
Jean Louis Duval: “What you have just witnessed is but a taste of the superiority of the French people. Legion has crushed these so-called ‘English heroes’ with ease! And let me tell you, it does not stop here.”
Duval paces the ring, his arrogance on full display as the crowd continues to jeer.
Jean Louis Duval: “Next Sunday, at Tokyo Turmoil, Legion will make history by becoming the first ever International Tag Team Champions! In front of the world, we will prove that no one can stand against us—not the Japanese, not the Americans, and certainly not these pitiful Englishmen!”
Lacroix and HyperNova nod in agreement, feeding off Duval’s energy as he continues his tirade.
Jean Louis Duval: “But that is not all. You see, Legion is destined for greatness, and I, Jean Louis Duval, am destined for gold! So I hereby challenge Masafumi Satake for the International Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd erupts with a mix of shock and anger at Duval’s audacious challenge.
Jean Louis Duval: “Satake, you may be a champion now, but your days are numbered. When I step into the ring with you, it will not just be a match; it will be a lesson in French superiority. And when the dust settles, I will stand over you, with the International Heavyweight Championship around my waist, and Legion will hold all the gold!”
Duval raises his arms, soaking in the hostile reaction from the crowd, his confidence unshaken.
Jean Louis Duval: “The French are superior! We are inevitable! And next Sunday, the world will know it!”
Duval drops the microphone with a smirk, as the crowd continues to boo loudly. He and the rest of Legion exit the ring, their heads held high as they make their way up the ramp, leaving a stunned audience in their wake. The camera captures Duval’s final, arrogant grin before the scene fades out, the crowd still buzzing from the bombshell announcement.
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Tokyo Turmoil 2024 PPV
18th August 2024 from the Samurai Summit Arena & Casino
Single Match
Leo Lewis vs. Emily Shaw
Backstage
British Hospitality
The camera opens in a dimly lit backstage corridor, where Harry Black and Alexander Hate, the gritty members of British Hospitality, are standing side by side. Both men wear concerned expressions as they glance around, clearly searching for their teammate, Kyle McRae. The tension in the air is palpable, a stark contrast to the usual camaraderie shared by the trio.
Harry Black: “We need to talk to him, Alex. We can’t let this thing fester.”
Alexander Hate: “Aye, mate. Kyle’s been off since Sunday, and we can’t afford to have him out of sorts. We’ve always stuck together, we need him back in the fold.”
As they turn a corner, they spot Kyle McRae standing near a vending machine, staring at it blankly. His body language is tense, his shoulders slumped, and his face a mix of frustration and disappointment. Harry and Alexander exchange a quick glance before approaching him cautiously.
Harry Black: “Kyle, mate, we’ve been lookin’ for ya. We need to talk.”
McRae doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed on the vending machine, his jaw clenched.
Alexander Hate: “We know Sunday was rough, but we’re still a team. We’re here for you, whatever’s going on.”
McRae finally turns to face them, his eyes cold and distant. There’s a beat of silence before he speaks, his voice low and edged with frustration.
Kyle McRae: “Talk? What’s there to talk about? I lost, plain and simple. And you two—”
He shakes his head, cutting himself off as if the words he wants to say are too bitter to speak aloud. Harry and Alexander share another concerned glance, clearly taken aback by Kyle’s tone.
Harry Black: “We all have bad nights, Kyle. We’re in this together, remember? We just want to help.”
McRae’s expression hardens, and he takes a step back, distancing himself from his friends.
Kyle McRae: “Maybe I just need some space right now. I need to figure things out on my own.”
Alexander Hate: “But Kyle—”
Before Alexander can finish, McRae cuts him off with a raised hand, his voice firm.
Kyle McRae: “No, Alex. I’m not in the mood for a pep talk. Just… leave it, alright?”
Without waiting for a response, McRae turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Harry and Alexander standing there, stunned and concerned. The camera lingers on the two remaining members of British Hospitality as they watch their friend disappear down the corridor.
Harry Black: “This ain’t good, mate.”
Alexander Hate: “No, it ain’t. But we’ll get through to him. We have to.”
The scene fades out as Harry and Alexander exchange a final look, their worry for their friend evident as they contemplate what lies ahead for British Hospitality.
Single Match
Angus Blackhart vs. Riley Smith
Backstage
Fighting Champion
The scene opens backstage with the bustling energy of the arena humming in the background. The camera focuses on William Smith, standing with a microphone in hand, a professional yet excited look on his face. Beside him stands the newly crowned DW UK Champion, Jonathan Sullivan. Sullivan is dressed in his wrestling gear, the UK Championship belt proudly draped over his shoulder, gleaming under the arena lights. His demeanor is confident, his eyes sharp with the intensity of a man who has just reached the pinnacle of his career.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new DW UK Champion, Jonathan Sullivan! Jonathan, first of all, congratulations on your huge victory last Sunday at Original Sinners. You’ve taken the title from Oliver Harrington, who was previously undefeated. How are you feeling?”
Sullivan smirks, adjusting the championship belt on his shoulder before responding. His voice is calm, but there’s an unmistakable edge of determination behind it.
Jonathan Sullivan: “Thank you, William. You know, it feels damn good to be standing here as the new UK Champion. I’ve worked my entire life for this moment, and last Sunday, I proved that all that hard work pays off. Oliver Harrington may have been undefeated, but there’s a difference between just holding a title and actually being a champion. That’s where he failed, and that’s why I’m standing here with this belt.”
He pauses, his expression growing more serious as he leans closer to the microphone.
Jonathan Sullivan: “But I’m not about to rest on my laurels, William. Unlike Harrington, I’m going to be a fighting champion. I won’t shy away from a challenge or hide behind excuses. This title represents the best of British wrestling, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way.”
Before William can respond, the camera shifts to the side as someone approaches. It’s Liam O’Donovan, the tough Irish wrestler known for his no-nonsense attitude. He steps into the frame with a confident swagger, eyeing the championship belt with a smirk.
Liam O’Donovan: “A fighting champion, eh? Well, that’s exactly what I like to hear.”
Sullivan turns to face O’Donovan, his expression unfazed by the interruption.
Liam O’Donovan: “Sullivan, I’ve been looking for a chance to make my mark around here, and you just handed me the perfect opportunity. So how about it? You defend that shiny belt of yours against me tonight. Let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are.”
The tension in the air spikes as the two men stare each other down. O’Donovan’s challenge hangs in the air, and the anticipation from the crowd can almost be felt through the screen. Sullivan, never one to back down, breaks into a confident grin and nods.
Jonathan Sullivan: “You’re on, O’Donovan. If you want a shot at this title, you’ve got it. But be careful what you wish for, because tonight, you’re going to find out exactly why I’m the UK Champion.”
With that, Sullivan steps forward, coming nose-to-nose with O’Donovan. The tension is palpable as the two competitors lock eyes, neither one backing down. William Smith looks between them, clearly sensing the electricity in the air.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first! Jonathan Sullivan will defend his UK Championship against Liam O’Donovan later tonight! This is going to be one hell of a match!”
The camera lingers on the intense standoff between Sullivan and O’Donovan before cutting away, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the match later in the evening.
Tag Team Match
Primetime Thunder vs. British Hospitality
Ringside
Back to Winning Ways….
The scene transitions to the ring where British Hospitality—Harry Black and Alexander Hate—are standing victorious after a hard-fought match against the newly signed tag team, “Primetime Thunder” (Shred and Gunnar). The crowd in the Stratford Arena is cheering, clearly behind the British duo as they raise their arms in triumph, celebrating their victory. The energy in the arena is electric, with British Hospitality soaking in the adulation of their fans.
But the celebration is abruptly cut short as a commotion stirs in the crowd. Suddenly, Angus Blackhart, the menacing Scottish brute, leaps over the barricade and slides into the ring, a steel chair in hand. The crowd’s cheers turn to shocked gasps as Blackhart charges toward British Hospitality from behind.
Without any hesitation, Blackhart slams the steel chair across the back of Harry Black, sending him crashing to the mat in pain. Alexander Hate barely has time to react before Blackhart viciously swings the chair again, this time connecting with Hate’s midsection, doubling him over. The arena erupts in boos, the crowd voicing their disapproval as Blackhart methodically continues his assault.
With cold precision, Blackhart raises the chair high above his head and brings it down repeatedly on both members of British Hospitality, the steel reverberating with each sickening thud. The Scottish brute’s face is a mask of intensity, showing no mercy as he relentlessly beats down his opponents. The crowd’s booing grows louder, expecting someone to come to the rescue.
As Blackhart continues the beatdown, the crowd begins to chant for Kyle McRae, British Hospitality’s teammate and friend. But as the chants grow louder, it becomes painfully clear that McRae is not coming. The camera pans to the entrance ramp, but there’s no sign of McRae. The absence of their expected savior only intensifies the boos from the crowd, who feel the betrayal as much as British Hospitality does.
Blackhart, seemingly satisfied with the destruction he’s caused, finally drops the chair in the ring. He stands tall over the fallen British Hospitality, his expression unyielding, as if daring anyone else to challenge him. The boos from the crowd rain down on him, but Blackhart remains unmoved, feeding off their hatred.
The commentators, Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates, express their shock at the scene unfolding before them.
Steve Pringle: “This is absolutely despicable! Angus Blackhart has just decimated British Hospitality with that steel chair, and where in the world is Kyle McRae?!”
Eddie Bates: “I don’t know, Steve! The fans were counting on McRae to come out here and even the odds, but he’s nowhere to be seen! This is a shocking turn of events!”
Blackhart raises his arms, soaking in the boos as if they were cheers, reveling in the chaos he’s caused. The camera lingers on the image of Harry Black and Alexander Hate writhing in pain on the mat, the steel chair lying next to them as a grim reminder of Blackhart’s vicious assault.
As the scene fades out, the last image is of Blackhart standing tall, a sinister grin on his face, leaving the fans in the arena and at home in shock and disbelief at what they’ve just witnessed.
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Backstage
The scene opens backstage at the Stratford Arena, where the energy is palpable just one week removed from the explosive Original Sinners PPV. The camera zooms in on interviewer William Smith, standing beside a noticeably tense Oliver Harrington. The “Essex Pretty Boy” is dressed in his usual flashy attire, but there’s a distinct change in his demeanor—his usual cocky smirk replaced by a clenched jaw and a simmering frustration. The former DW UK Champion glares at the camera, his eyes burning with anger.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the former DW UK Champion, ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. Oliver, at the Original Sinners PPV, you not only lost your UK Championship, but also your undefeated streak to Jonathan Sullivan. Tonight, you have the chance to become the number one contender for the DW Heavyweight Championship when you face Angelo Anderson in the main event. How are you feeling after such a dramatic turn of events?”
Harrington narrows his eyes at Smith, clearly irritated by the reminder of his loss. He takes a deep breath, composing himself before responding, though the tension in his voice is unmistakable.
Oliver Harrington: “How am I feeling, William? How am I feeling? Let me tell you something, mate—I’m fuming. That loss… that fluke loss to Jonathan Sullivan was the most bitter pill I’ve ever had to swallow. I was the unbeaten, undisputed, undeniable face of this company. That championship… it was more than just a title to me. It was proof that I am the best, that I am untouchable. And now? It’s gone.”
Harrington pauses, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, though even that action seems more agitated than usual.
Oliver Harrington: “But let me make one thing clear. That loss doesn’t define me. Yeah, Sullivan got lucky, but tonight… tonight is about proving that I am still the greatest talent in Dynasty Wrestling. I might have lost the UK Championship, but that just means I’m ready for bigger and better things. Angelo Anderson? He’s just another stepping stone on my way to reclaiming what’s rightfully mine.”
Harrington’s voice grows more intense, his anger bubbling to the surface as he talks about the main event.
Oliver Harrington: “And let’s talk about Anderson for a second. This is a guy who’s desperate for the spotlight, always trying to make a name for himself off the back of others. But tonight, he’s going to learn the hard way that you don’t mess with the Essex Pretty Boy. When I beat him, and I will beat him, I’m going straight to the top. The DW Heavyweight Championship is my next destination, and there’s nothing… nothing that’s going to stop me from taking that title and showing the world that Oliver Harrington is still the best this company has ever seen.”
Harrington steps closer to the camera, his expression deadly serious, the fire in his eyes unmistakable.
Oliver Harrington: “So, Anderson better be ready, because tonight, I’m going to remind everyone why I was undefeated, why I was the UK Champion, and why I will be the next DW Heavyweight Champion. This isn’t over, not by a long shot. It’s just the beginning of the Essex Pretty Boy’s rise to the very top.”
With that, Harrington storms off, his frustration and determination clear as the camera returns to William Smith, who watches him go with a mixture of concern and intrigue.
William Smith: “Strong words from a determined Oliver Harrington. Can he reclaim his momentum and secure a shot at the DW Heavyweight Championship? We’ll find out tonight in the main event.”
The scene fades out as the anticipation for the night’s main event builds.
DW UK Championship Match
Jonathan Sullivan (c) vs Liam O’Donovan
Ringside
Respect
The scene shifts to the ring, where Jonathan Sullivan stands tall, victorious after a hard-fought match against Liam O’Donovan. The crowd at the Stratford Arena erupts in cheers as Sullivan, the new DW UK Champion, holds his title belt high in the air. His chest heaves with exertion, but there’s a satisfied, determined look on his face as he absorbs the adulation of the fans.
Liam O’Donovan, still catching his breath, pulls himself up using the ropes, his face a mix of disappointment and respect. The two men lock eyes, and the crowd quiets slightly, sensing a significant moment. Sullivan, his expression softening, walks toward O’Donovan, extending his hand in a gesture of sportsmanship.
O’Donovan hesitates for a brief moment, the sting of defeat still fresh, but then he takes Sullivan’s hand firmly. The crowd erupts into loud cheers, appreciating the show of respect between the two competitors. Sullivan pulls O’Donovan in closer, giving him a nod of acknowledgment, and the two men exchange a few words that the microphones don’t pick up, but their mutual respect is evident.
Sullivan raises O’Donovan’s hand along with his own, giving the fans one last salute as they both stand in the ring, champions in spirit if not in title. The fans cheer louder, the arena buzzing with the energy of a well-fought contest and the sportsmanship on display.
The commentators, Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates, voice their approval over the scene.
Steve Pringle: “What a moment, Eddie! Jonathan Sullivan proving why he’s not just a champion in name, but a true champion in spirit. Shaking the hand of Liam O’Donovan, acknowledging the incredible effort he put in tonight. This is what Dynasty Wrestling is all about!”
Eddie Bates: “Absolutely, Steve. This is the kind of respect and competition that makes this place special. Liam O’Donovan gave it his all, and Jonathan Sullivan recognizes that. The fans here at the Stratford Arena are witnessing something special tonight.”
Sullivan steps back, allowing O’Donovan to soak in the crowd’s applause as well. O’Donovan gives Sullivan one last nod before exiting the ring, leaving Sullivan alone to bask in his victory. The new DW UK Champion climbs the turnbuckle, raising the title high once more, the crowd chanting his name in approval.
As Sullivan stands tall, his respect for the sport and his competitors evident, the camera zooms in on his intense, focused expression—one that shows he’s ready for whatever challenges come next. The scene fades out with the sound of the crowd’s cheers echoing through the arena.
Backstage
Rock Bottom
The screen fades from black to a dimly lit room, where the atmosphere is heavy with tension. The only source of light is a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows across the walls. In the center of the room, sitting on a wooden stool, is Cedric Thornfield, the former DW Heavyweight Champion. His face is stern, a mixture of anger and determination etched into his features. The camera slowly zooms in on him, capturing every detail of the scene.
Thornfield is shirtless, his muscular frame glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His once-flowing hair is now wild and unkempt, a stark contrast to the controlled and polished champion he used to be. In his hand, he holds a straight razor, the blade catching the dim light as it glides smoothly across his scalp, removing clumps of hair with every stroke. His movements are slow, deliberate, almost ritualistic, as he speaks directly to the camera.
Cedric Thornfield: “They say the fall is the hardest part… that when you hit rock bottom, you’re supposed to be broken, defeated, a shadow of what you once were.”
He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he continues to shave his head, the sound of the blade against skin the only noise in the room. His eyes are intense, focused, as if he’s looking into the very soul of the viewer.
Cedric Thornfield: “But they forget… they forget that when a man is at his lowest, when he’s been stripped of everything that he held dear… that’s when he’s most dangerous. Because there’s nothing left to lose… and everything to gain.”
The camera angle shifts, capturing the hair falling to the ground, each strand a symbol of the past he’s shedding. Thornfield’s hand is steady, his expression unflinching as he shaves away the remnants of his former self.
Cedric Thornfield: “Bjorn Asulf took my title… my identity… my very reason for being. But what he didn’t take… what he couldn’t take… is the fire that burns within me. A fire that refuses to die, that refuses to let me stay down.”
The final strokes of the razor leave his head smooth and bare, the transformation complete. Thornfield lowers the blade, his hand trembling slightly as he stares at his reflection in a nearby mirror, seeing the new man he’s becoming.
Cedric Thornfield: “I am no longer the man I was… I am something more… something reborn. The Raven King may have fallen, but from the ashes, a new force will rise… stronger, fiercer, and more relentless than ever before.”
He stands up, his figure towering in the dim light, the camera following him as he steps closer to it, his face now filling the screen. His eyes burn with a fierce intensity, his voice low and menacing.
Cedric Thornfield: “To all those who stand in my way, to those who think they’ve seen the last of me… know this: I am not done. I will rise again, and when I do… there will be no mercy, no hesitation… only destruction. I will take back what is mine… and this time, I will not be stopped.”
The camera lingers on his face, capturing the raw emotion in his eyes, before slowly fading to black. The last thing heard is the sound of Thornfield’s breathing, deep and controlled, as the screen goes completely dark, leaving the viewer with the ominous promise of his return.
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DW Doomsday 2024 PPV
7th October 2024 from the Stratford Arena, London
DW Heavyweight Championship #1 Contender Match
Oliver Harrington vs. Angelo Anderson
Ringside
The War Horn
The atmosphere in the Stratford Arena is electric as the main event concludes, with “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson standing victorious in the center of the ring. The crowd’s reaction is mixed—some cheer for Anderson’s determination and skill, while others boo the brash and ruthless tactics that got him here. Anderson, breathing heavily from the hard-fought battle, slowly raises his arms in triumph, a smirk playing across his face as he soaks in the moment. He knows that with this win, he has secured his spot as the new #1 contender for the DW Heavyweight Championship.
As the arena’s lights dim slightly, Anderson continues to revel in his victory, but the celebration is abruptly cut short. The unmistakable sound of a Viking war horn echoes through the arena, and the crowd’s reaction shifts to a roar of excitement. The ominous, powerful theme music of “The Viking” Bjorn Asulf blares through the speakers, signaling the arrival of the new DW Heavyweight Champion.
Anderson’s expression hardens as he turns toward the entrance ramp, where Bjorn Asulf emerges, his imposing figure framed by the lights of the arena. The massive champion strides toward the ring with purpose, his DW Heavyweight Championship belt draped over his shoulder, his face a mask of intensity. The crowd erupts, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Asulf locks eyes with Anderson.
Asulf climbs into the ring, unflinching and fearless, and marches right up to Anderson, who doesn’t back down either. The two warriors stand face to face in the center of the ring, the air crackling with tension. Anderson, still riding the high of his victory, glares up at the Viking, refusing to be intimidated. Asulf, his presence as commanding as ever, stares back with the cold, steely gaze of a man who has fought and won countless battles.
The crowd is on their feet, the anticipation palpable. The new champion and the new contender, each one a dominant force in his own right, are now locked in a silent, intense standoff. Neither man moves, neither man speaks—their eyes say everything. Anderson may have earned his shot at the title, but Asulf is here to remind him, and everyone else, that the path to the DW Heavyweight Championship is one of blood, sweat, and battle.
The cameras capture every moment of this confrontation, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Finally, Asulf slowly raises his championship belt, holding it up high between them, a clear and undeniable message to Anderson: this is what you’re fighting for, and you’ll have to go through me to take it.
The crowd’s roar grows even louder, the moment setting the stage for an epic clash between these two titans. Asulf lowers the belt, still locked in the intense stare-down with Anderson, who remains unmoved, his eyes burning with determination and ambition.
With this powerful image of the champion and his challenger standing toe-to-toe, the show fades to black, leaving the audience in suspense and eager for the inevitable battle between “The Viking” Bjorn Asulf and “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson.
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