DW Clash 41
The Stratford Arena, London, England
26th August 2024
The camera sweeps across the sold-out Stratford Arena in London as the electrifying crowd roars with anticipation for another action-packed night of Dynasty Wrestling! The familiar voices of commentators Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates cut through the noise, welcoming fans to DW Clash 41!
Steve Pringle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to DW Clash 41, coming to you live from the iconic Stratford Arena in London! I’m Steve Pringle, here with my partner Eddie Bates, and tonight promises to be a night to remember!”
Eddie Bates: “That’s right, Steve! We’ve got an incredible card lined up tonight, headlined by not one, but two massive matches! First, the undefeated DW UK Champion Jonathan Sullivan will defend his title against ‘The Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell! Sullivan has been unstoppable, but Blackwell is as crafty as they come!”
Steve Pringle: “And let’s not forget our main event, Eddie! Union Jack, fresh off a tough battle last week, will be stepping into the ring with ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson! Anderson has his sights set on the DW Heavyweight Championship, but Union Jack is no pushover!”
Eddie Bates: “With Bjorn Asulf watching closely, you can bet that Anderson will be looking to make a statement tonight! But Union Jack is as resilient as they come, and he’s got a score to settle after last week’s confrontation!”
The camera cuts to the excited fans holding up signs and chanting for their favorite wrestlers, the energy in the arena is electric.
Steve Pringle: “The stakes couldn’t be higher as we march toward the next big chapter in Dynasty Wrestling! Will Sullivan continue his dominant reign, or will Maxwell Blackwell pull off the upset? And who will come out on top in the main event—Union Jack or Angelo Anderson?”
Eddie Bates: “Anything can happen tonight, Steve! The Stratford Arena is buzzing, and I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds!”
The camera zooms out, capturing the sea of fans in the arena as the DW Clash logo flashes across the screen, signaling the start of the show.
UK Championship Match
Jonathan Sullivan (c) vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Ringside
A Gentleman
The crowd at the Stratford Arena is on their feet, buzzing with energy after a hard-fought DW UK Championship match. Jonathan Sullivan, the reigning champion, stands tall in the center of the ring, his arm raised in victory as he holds the gold high above his head. The fans cheer loudly for the dominant champion, who has once again proven his worth. ‘The Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell, however, looks far less pleased, seething with frustration as he watches Sullivan bask in the adulation.
As Sullivan continues to celebrate, oblivious to the danger behind him, Blackwell’s eyes narrow with malice. He slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside, his intentions clear. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Blackwell re-enters the ring, chair in hand, creeping up behind Sullivan, who is still facing the opposite direction.
Just as Blackwell raises the chair, ready to strike, the crowd’s boos shift to cheers as Geoffrey Hobbs sprints down the entrance ramp. Hobbs, who had earlier shaken Sullivan’s hand out of respect, rushes into the ring, and just as Blackwell swings the chair, Hobbs grabs it mid-air, preventing the impact!
The crowd erupts with approval as Sullivan turns around, realizing how close he was to being blindsided. Blackwell, shocked and caught off guard, releases the chair and hastily backs away, slipping out of the ring to avoid further confrontation. Hobbs, holding the steel chair, glares at Blackwell as he retreats up the ramp, anger and frustration etched on the Mirage’s face.
Inside the ring, Sullivan nods at Hobbs, a look of gratitude mixed with respect on his face. The crowd continues to cheer, appreciating the sportsmanship and the unexpected alliance.
Steve Pringle (commentator): “What an incredible save by Geoffrey Hobbs! Maxwell Blackwell was about to take out Jonathan Sullivan, but Hobbs wasn’t having any of it!”
Eddie Bates (commentator): “It’s moments like these that show you who truly respects the code of honor in that ring. Hobbs just proved he’s not just a competitor, but a man of integrity!”
Sullivan extends his hand to Hobbs, who drops the chair and shakes it firmly. The two share a moment of mutual respect before Hobbs steps back, allowing Sullivan to raise his championship belt once again to the roaring approval of the fans.
As Blackwell glares from the top of the ramp, clearly fuming, the scene in the ring shifts to a powerful image of unity and respect between two of DW’s top stars. The show cuts to a commercial, leaving the crowd eager for what’s to come next.
Backstage
Distant
The camera opens backstage in the Stratford Arena, where William Smith stands alongside Harry Black. Harry, dressed in his ring gear and clearly focused, has a determined look on his face as he prepares for his upcoming match against Angus Blackhart.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Harry Black, one-half of British Hospitality. Harry, tonight you go one-on-one with Angus Blackhart, the man who has been targeting you and Alexander Hate over the last few weeks. But before we get into that, I have to ask, are you surprised that Kyle McRae hasn’t come to your aid during this whole situation? I mean, British Hospitality has always been about unity.”
Harry Black sighs, looking slightly frustrated but composed as he addresses the question.
Harry Black: “You know, William, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised. Kyle’s always been there for us, and we’ve fought through hell together. But, if I’m being honest, I haven’t spoken to Kyle properly since the Original Sinners PPV. He’s been… distant, you know? I don’t know what’s going on in his head, but I can’t worry about that right now.”
Harry pauses, his expression hardening as he refocuses on the task at hand.
Harry Black: “Tonight, I have to take care of business. Angus Blackhart thinks he can just waltz in here, take out my partner, and cause chaos like it’s nothing. Well, I’m not going to let that slide. Whether Kyle’s here or not, I’m going out there to defend British Hospitality’s honor. Angus is going to find out that we don’t back down from a fight.”
William nods, sensing the intensity in Harry’s words.
William Smith: “It sounds like you’re ready for war, Harry. Good luck out there tonight.”
Harry Black gives a determined nod, glancing at the camera one last time before walking off-screen, ready to face the challenge ahead.
William Smith: “There you have it, folks. Harry Black is focused and ready to take on Angus Blackhart. Back to you at ringside.”
The camera fades out as the scene transitions to the next segment of the show.
Single Match
Angus Blackhart vs. Harry Black
Ringside
No Save
The bell rings, signaling the end of the brutal match between Angus Blackhart and Harry Black. The Scottish brute, Angus Blackhart, stands victorious in the middle of the ring, his chest heaving from the intensity of the bout. Harry Black lies on the mat, barely moving, clearly worn down by the relentless assault from Blackhart.
The crowd boos loudly, disapproving of Blackhart’s ruthless tactics throughout the match. But the boos turn to anxious murmurs as Blackhart exits the ring, grabs a steel chair from ringside, and slides back in with a menacing glare. He’s not done yet.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Blackhart raises the steel chair high above his head and brings it crashing down onto the prone body of Harry Black. The sickening sound of steel meeting flesh echoes through the arena, and the fans erupt into loud boos mixed with chants.
Fans (chanting): “Kyle McRae! Kyle McRae! Kyle McRae!”
But Kyle McRae is nowhere to be seen. The chants grow louder, pleading for McRae to come out and save his friend, but the entrance ramp remains empty.
Blackhart, hearing the chants, smirks and lifts the chair again, bringing it down with even more force on Harry Black’s back. The crowd’s pleas for McRae grow more desperate, but still, there’s no sign of him.
Steve Pringle (commentator): “Where is Kyle McRae? His friend is being brutalized in that ring, and he’s nowhere to be found!”
Eddie Bates (commentator): “This is just despicable! Harry Black is defenseless, and Blackhart is taking full advantage! Someone needs to stop this!”
Blackhart, seemingly enjoying the agony he’s inflicting, raises the chair for a final, devastating blow. The crowd’s desperation is palpable, but as Blackhart swings down one last time, there’s still no one to stop him. The chair smashes into Harry Black’s back with a thundering crash, and Black lies motionless, the life seemingly beaten out of him.
The arena is filled with boos, but there’s a sense of shock and disappointment in the air as the chants for Kyle McRae finally die down. Blackhart tosses the dented chair aside, standing over the broken body of Harry Black, raising his arms in twisted triumph. The fans, furious, continue to shower him with boos, but Blackhart only basks in the hatred.
Steve Pringle (commentator): “This is a disgrace! Where is Kyle McRae when his friend needed him the most?”
Eddie Bates (commentator): “I don’t know, Steve, but the fact that he didn’t show up tonight is going to leave a lot of questions. Harry Black just paid the price for it.”
As Blackhart exits the ring, leaving Harry Black battered and broken in the center, the camera zooms in on the lifeless form of Black. The crowd’s boos continue, mingled with murmurs of disbelief as the realization sets in—Kyle McRae was nowhere to be found when it mattered most.
The segment ends with Blackhart walking up the ramp, his smirk never fading, while medical staff rush into the ring to check on Harry Black. The screen fades to black as the show goes to a commercial, leaving the audience in stunned silence.
Backstage
No Luck Needed
The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage area of the Stratford Arena, where Union Jack, the masked English luchador, is seen preparing for his upcoming main event match against Angelo Anderson. The atmosphere is serious, with Jack methodically stretching and adjusting his iconic Union Jack mask, the fabric emblazoned with the colors of the British flag. His focus is intense, his movements deliberate as he readies himself for the second main event in as many weeks.
Just as he finishes adjusting his wrist tape, the familiar sound of footsteps echoes through the hallway. The camera pans slightly to reveal DW General Manager Matt Anarchy approaching, his presence immediately commanding attention. Anarchy, dressed in his signature leather jacket, steps up to Union Jack with a confident stride, a rare smile on his face.
Matt Anarchy: “Union Jack.”
Jack looks up, his expression hidden behind the mask, but his posture straightens in acknowledgment of the GM’s presence.
Union Jack: “Anarchy.”
Anarchy nods, a hint of respect in his voice as he continues.
Matt Anarchy: “Last week, you went toe-to-toe with the DW Heavyweight Champion, Bjorn Asulf. You gave it everything you had, and even though you didn’t get the win, you earned a lot of respect in that ring. Tonight, you’re stepping into the main event once again, this time against Angelo Anderson. I just wanted to wish you luck out there.”
Union Jack takes a moment, his hands on his hips as he considers Anarchy’s words. There’s a brief silence before Jack responds, his voice firm and resolute.
Union Jack: “Luck? I appreciate the sentiment, Anarchy, I really do. But I’m not out there fighting for myself—I’m fighting for the honour of my country. For every fan that believes in what we stand for. I don’t need luck. What I need…is focus. And trust me, I’ve got plenty of that.”
Anarchy studies Jack for a moment, the seriousness in the luchador’s tone not lost on him. He nods again, this time with a deeper understanding of what drives the masked wrestler.
Matt Anarchy: “I respect that, Jack. I know you’re not just fighting for yourself. And that’s why I wanted to come down here personally. Because win or lose, you’re representing everything this company stands for. So go out there and give them a show they won’t forget.”
Union Jack inclines his head slightly, a gesture of gratitude that says more than words could. The two men share a brief, respectful silence, the weight of the moment palpable.
Union Jack: “Thank you, Anarchy. I’ll do just that.”
Anarchy claps him on the shoulder, a firm pat that seems to convey both support and belief in Jack’s abilities. Without another word, the General Manager turns and walks away, leaving Union Jack alone once more with his thoughts and preparations. The camera lingers on Jack for a moment as he takes a deep breath, the resolve in his eyes shining through the mask.
With renewed determination, Union Jack finishes his warm-up, his focus unbreakable as he prepares to step into the ring and fight for what he believes in. The scene fades out, the anticipation for the main event building as the show transitions back to the arena.
Tag Team Match
Legion vs. Riley Smith & Leo Lewis
Ringside
A Message for Monsieur Satake
The crowd boos as Legion—Royce Lacroix and HyperNova—stand tall in the ring, having just secured a decisive victory over Riley Smith and Leo Lewis. With smug expressions, they bask in the jeers from the audience, raising their arms in triumph. At ringside, Jean Louis Duval, the self-proclaimed mastermind of Legion, claps slowly, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Duval steps into the ring and is handed a microphone. The boos grow louder as the fans anticipate his next words, knowing full well that the arrogant Frenchman has something to say. Duval waits for the noise to die down, pacing slowly around the ring with an air of superiority. Finally, he raises the microphone to his lips, speaking in English but with a thick French accent.
Jean Louis Duval: “Ah, what a spectacle, non? Legion, victorious once again! But zis is only ze beginning… For you see, zere is a certain coward—a so-called champion—who zinks he can run around ze world, defending his title in pitiful ‘indy promotions’ like Apocalypse Pro, and ignore ze challenge of Jean Louis Duval!”
The crowd erupts in a mix of boos and cheers at the mention of the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake. Duval sneers, clearly irritated by the response, but continues undeterred.
Jean Louis Duval: “Masafumi Satake! You ‘ave ze audacity to call yourself a champion? You may fool zose small crowds in Japan or America, but you cannot hide from me! I am Jean Louis Duval! And I demand ze respect I am owed! You run from me, Satake, because you know zat I am superior. You know zat if you stepped into zis ring with me, I would expose you for ze fraud you are!”
The boos intensify, but Duval only smirks, feeding off the hostility from the crowd.
Jean Louis Duval: “Zis is not just about ze International Heavyweight Championship. Zis is about proving zat France is superior! Zat Legion is superior! And zat I, Jean Louis Duval, am ze greatest wrestler to ever step foot in zis ring!”
Duval points directly at the camera, as if speaking directly to Satake himself.
Jean Louis Duval: “Masafumi Satake, I know you can ‘ear me. Stop hiding behind your meaningless defenses in ze shadows of ze indy scene. Face me, if you ‘ave ze courage, and let us see who truly deserves to call zemselves champion! I promise you zis, Satake: when I am done with you, zere will be no doubt in anyone’s mind zat Jean Louis Duval is ze true International Heavyweight Champion!”
Duval drops the microphone with a resounding thud, the challenge laid down clearly and boldly. Lacroix and HyperNova stand beside him, nodding in agreement, as Duval raises their hands in victory once more. The boos from the crowd are deafening, but Duval seems unfazed, standing tall as the segment comes to a close.
The camera zooms in on Duval’s face, a smug, confident expression plastered across it, before fading to black as the show moves on to the next segment.
Backstage
The Pretty Boy Is Back
The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Stratford Arena, where interviewer William Smith stands by with a microphone in hand. The atmosphere is tense, and the energy is palpable as the crowd murmurs in anticipation. Next to Smith stands the former DW UK Champion, the ‘Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. Harrington’s usual smug demeanor seems somewhat shaken, a hint of frustration in his eyes. His once immaculate hair is slightly disheveled, and his jaw is clenched as he stares off-camera, trying to mask the pressure mounting after his recent losses.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the former DW UK Champion, the ‘Essex Pretty Boy,’ Oliver Harrington.”
The crowd’s reaction can be heard faintly in the background, a mix of boos and jeers, with some die-hard fans still holding on to hope for Harrington’s redemption. Harrington forces a smirk, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
William Smith: “Oliver, I have to ask—after an incredible undefeated streak, you’ve now suffered two consecutive losses, including losing your DW UK Championship at Original Sinners. And tonight, you’re facing an old rival, Stijn De Raaf. How are you feeling heading into this match?”
Harrington’s smirk fades, replaced by a scowl as he glares at Smith. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but the frustration is evident in his voice.
Oliver Harrington: “How am I feeling, William? How do you think I’m feeling? I’ve gone from being the undefeated, unbeatable, unstoppable DW UK Champion, to losing my title, my streak, and now I’ve got everyone—everyone—doubting me. But let me tell you something, Smith…”
Harrington steps closer to Smith, pointing a finger at him, his voice tinged with anger.
Oliver Harrington: “Those losses? They were flukes, alright? Flukes! Jonathan Sullivan? He got lucky. And that match last week? I wasn’t focused. I wasn’t myself. But tonight…”
He pauses, his expression hardening as he shifts his gaze to the camera, addressing the audience and, by extension, his rival Stijn De Raaf.
Oliver Harrington: “Tonight is different. Tonight, I’m stepping into the ring with an old rival, Stijn De Raaf. And if there’s anyone who knows how to bring out the best in me, it’s him. We’ve gone to war before, and I’ve always come out on top. Tonight, I’m going to remind everyone exactly who I am. I’m going to remind everyone why I was the longest-reigning UK Champion in history. Stijn De Raaf is going to regret ever stepping into the ring with me again. Because tonight, the ‘Essex Pretty Boy’ is back.”
Harrington’s confidence seems to grow as he speaks, his usual swagger returning bit by bit. He straightens up, adjusting his jacket as if putting his armor back on.
Oliver Harrington: “This losing streak? It ends tonight. Stijn De Raaf, you better be ready, because I’m coming to take back what’s mine. And once I’m done with you, everyone will know that Oliver Harrington is still the best this company has ever seen.”
Harrington glares at the camera for a moment longer before turning on his heel and storming off, leaving William Smith behind. The interviewer watches him go, then turns back to the camera, a look of uncertainty on his face.
William Smith: “There you have it, folks. Oliver Harrington, clearly determined to put his recent losses behind him, will face Stijn De Raaf next. It’s bound to be an intense encounter. Back to you at ringside.”
The camera fades out, transitioning back to the arena where the crowd eagerly awaits the upcoming match.
Single Match
Oliver Harrington vs. Stijn De Raaf
Backstage
Spotlight
The camera fades in on a dimly lit backstage area, where the gruff Irishman, Liam O’Donovan, is seen standing alone, arms crossed over his chest. The flickering light of a monitor casts a shadow across his stern face, as he watches the conclusion of the Oliver Harrington vs. Stijn De Raaf match. The screen shows Harrington, the “Essex Pretty Boy,” celebrating his victory in the ring, a smug grin plastered on his face as he revels in his return to form after a string of losses.
O’Donovan’s expression remains unreadable, his eyes narrowed as he observes Harrington’s theatrics on the screen. The contrast between Harrington’s flamboyant celebration and O’Donovan’s stoic demeanor couldn’t be more pronounced. The Irishman’s jaw tightens slightly, the only sign of the growing disdain bubbling beneath the surface.
The camera zooms in on the monitor, where Harrington is now parading around the ring, taunting the crowd and relishing every moment of his victory. The fans’ mixed reactions echo faintly through the screen, but O’Donovan seems unfazed, his focus entirely on the man in the ring. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though it’s more a sign of contempt than amusement.
As Harrington continues to soak in the adulation—or lack thereof—O’Donovan finally exhales, a short, sharp breath that conveys both frustration and simmering anger. He mutters something under his breath, the words inaudible but clearly laced with disdain. His eyes narrow further as Harrington blows a mocking kiss to the camera, a gesture that seems to push O’Donovan’s patience to its limit.
Without a word, O’Donovan pushes off from the wall he was leaning against and turns away from the monitor. The camera follows him as he walks down the corridor, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. The intensity in his stride suggests that he’s already plotting his next move, the wheels turning in his mind as he leaves Harrington’s celebration behind.
The segment ends with O’Donovan disappearing around a corner, the camera lingering on the now-empty corridor, the tension hanging thick in the air. It’s clear that this isn’t the last we’ve seen of the gruff Irishman, and that his indifference to Harrington’s victory may soon turn into something much more dangerous.
Backstage
Tag Team
The camera opens to William Smith standing in a well-lit backstage area, with the DW UK Tag Team Champions, The Sovereign—Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks—standing beside him. Both champions are dressed in their ring gear, though their expressions reveal a mixture of disappointment and resolve. The backdrop features the DW Clash logo, with a banner displaying the names of the champions.
William Smith: “Hello, everyone. I’m here with The Sovereign, Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks. The team that we all know as the DW UK Tag Team Champions. Last week in Japan, you competed in the prestigious International Tag Team Championship tournament, but unfortunately, you didn’t come out on top. How are you both feeling after that experience?”
Ben Noble steps forward, his face showing a mixture of disappointment and determination.
Ben Noble: “It’s definitely not the outcome we were hoping for. We went into that tournament with one goal—to become the best tag team in the world. But sometimes, things don’t go as planned. We gave it our all out there, and I’m proud of the effort we put in. But right now, the Anarchy Alliance are the ones holding those international titles, and we’ll have to wait for another opportunity to face them.”
Kandi Sparks nods in agreement, her tone resolute.
Kandi Sparks:“Exactly. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but we’ve always said that being the best means you have to take the hits and come back stronger. The Anarchy Alliance were impressive, and we’ll be ready for them when the time comes. For now, our focus shifts back to the DW UK Tag Team Championships.”
William Smith:“Speaking of which, what’s next for The Sovereign as the reigning DW UK Tag Team Champions? Any plans or goals you’re aiming for?”
Ben Noble’s expression turns serious, a determined gleam in his eye.
Ben Noble:“Our goal is clear: we want to be remembered as the greatest DW UK Tag Team Champions of all time. We’ve held these belts with pride, but we know that defending them against worthy challengers is key to solidifying our legacy. We’re looking forward to facing any team that wants to step up and challenge us. We want to defend these titles against the best, and we’re ready to prove ourselves once again.”
Kandi Sparks adds with a confident smile.
Kandi Sparks:“And we’ll be doing just that. We’re not backing down from any challenge, and we’re more than ready to show why The Sovereign is the top tag team in DW. So, to anyone out there who thinks they can take us on, bring it. We’re ready to defend our titles and continue making history.”
William Smith:“Well, it sounds like The Sovereign are more motivated than ever to cement their place in DW history. Thank you both for your time, and best of luck with your upcoming defenses. Back to you guys at ringside.”
The camera fades out as The Sovereign exchange determined glances, their focus now clearly set on their next challenge. The backdrop of the DW Clash logo remains prominent, underscoring their commitment to their championship reign.
The Sanctioned Violence Network Presents
DW Doomsday 2024
Live from the Stratford Arena, London,
7th October 2024
Single Match
Angelo Anderson vs. Union Jack
Ringside
The Raven’s wings are spreading
The camera cuts to the ring where Angelo Anderson stands victorious, having just defeated Union Jack in a hard-fought match. Anderson, basking in his win, is soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd. He has a smug look on his face as he holds his arms high in celebration. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, plunging the venue into darkness. The crowd buzzes with confusion and anticipation.
After a few tense moments, the giant screen above the entrance ramp flickers to life. The eerie, distorted image of ‘the Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield appears on the screen. Thornfield’s head is partially shaved from his recent transformation, and his eyes have a wild, unsettling gleam. The camera captures his unsettling presence in the dim light of his surroundings.
Thornfield’s voice echoes through the arena, filled with a chilling calmness and a hint of madness.
Cedric Thornfield: “Angelo Anderson… Bjorn Asulf… Two men who think they are untouchable, ruling over a kingdom they believe is theirs alone. But the shadows are long, and they always reach their intended targets. You see, I’ve been reborn, and this new form is not one of mere flesh and bone—no, it is a harbinger of darkness and reckoning.”
The crowd reacts with a mix of murmurs and cheers, intrigued by the ominous message. Thornfield’s face flickers with a deranged smile. He continues, his tone growing more intense.
Cedric Thornfield: “You revel in your power and titles now, Anderson. You bask in the glory of victory, and you, Asulf, wear that championship belt like it’s the only thing that defines you. But beware… for the Raven’s wings are spreading. The darkness is closing in, and it is coming for you both.”
The screen shows a brief montage of Thornfield’s past victories and eerie imagery, heightening the sense of foreboding. The arena is filled with the sound of murmuring fans as they try to process Thornfield’s cryptic message. His voice lowers to a haunting whisper.
Cedric Thornfield: “Prepare yourselves, for the Black Raven is coming. And when I return, there will be no place to hide from the darkness I bring. The reign of the Raven is upon us.”
The screen goes black, and the lights slowly return to their normal brightness. Angelo Anderson, still in the ring, looks around bewildered, his earlier confidence replaced by an uncertain scowl. He glances up at the now-dark screen, clearly disturbed by the warning.
The camera cuts between Anderson’s agitated reaction and the now-empty entrance ramp, leaving a sense of unease hanging in the air as the show goes off the air.
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