DW Clash 47
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
28th October 2024
(The show opens with a sweeping shot of the packed Stratford Arena in London, as the crowd roars with anticipation. The cameras zoom in on excited fans waving signs and cheering as pyrotechnics explode from the stage. The DW Clash logo shines brightly on the big screen, and the energy in the building is electric.)
Steve Pringle (voice-over commentary, enthusiastic):
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to DW Clash 47! We are coming to you live from the historic Stratford Arena in London, and tonight, we are in for a night of pure wrestling mayhem!”
Eddie Bates (voice-over commentary, equally pumped):
“That’s right, Steve! Tonight, we’re not just getting Dynasty Wrestling action—we’re seeing some of the very best from the European Wrestling League clash with DW’s top stars! This is going to be an unforgettable night of dream matches, and the best part is… some of them haven’t even been announced yet!”
(The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates are seated, wearing excited smiles as the crowd’s energy continues to pulse through the arena.)
Steve Pringle:
“This is what it’s all about, Eddie! The stars of Dynasty Wrestling, squaring off against the European Wrestling League’s finest! And let me tell you, the fans are in for something special tonight because these cross-promotional shows always bring out the absolute best from both sides.”
Eddie Bates:
“Absolutely, Steve! When you’ve got competitors who aren’t just fighting for wins, but for the pride of their respective organizations, the intensity goes through the roof! And the European Wrestling League has been making waves all over the continent, but tonight, they’re stepping into Dynasty Wrestling’s home turf!”
Steve Pringle:
“Not to mention, we still don’t know all the matches yet! Who knows what kind of surprises are in store for us? We’ve got some of the best talent in the world from both DW and the EWL, and tonight is all about proving who reigns supreme!”
Eddie Bates:
“Exactly, Steve! The buzz backstage is off the charts. Everyone’s talking about what’s going to happen, and if you’re a fan of professional wrestling, you don’t want to miss a second of it!”
(The camera pans back to the arena as more pyro lights up the entrance stage, the fans cheering louder.)
Steve Pringle:
“Get ready, folks, because tonight’s card is going to be stacked with some of the biggest names in the business today! And you know these wrestlers are ready to tear the house down!”
Eddie Bates:
“Titles, pride, and bragging rights—everything’s on the line tonight at DW Clash! We’re in for a wild ride, so let’s get this started!”
(The camera zooms out, showing the electric crowd once more, as the screen fades to black, transitioning into the opening match of the night.)
Steve Pringle:
“It’s Dynasty Wrestling versus the European Wrestling League—who’s going to come out on top? We’re about to find out!”
Backstage
The Champ is Here
(The lights in the Stratford Arena dim, and the unmistakable entrance music of Dynasty Wrestling General Manager Matt Anarchy blasts through the sound system. The crowd erupts into cheers as Anarchy strides down the ramp, a confident smile on his face as he raises his arms, soaking in the energy from the London crowd.)
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“Here comes the man in charge—Dynasty Wrestling’s General Manager, Matt Anarchy! And from what we’ve heard, he’s got some major announcements for us tonight!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“You can feel the excitement in the air, Steve! With the European Wrestling League in the house tonight, things are bound to get explosive!”
(Anarchy reaches the ring, stepping through the ropes as the fans continue to cheer. He grabs a microphone and takes a moment to appreciate the applause before beginning to speak.)
Matt Anarchy (smiling):
“London, England! How are we feeling tonight?!”
(The crowd roars with excitement, the energy in the arena intensifying.)
Matt Anarchy:
“I’ve got to say, you all bring the noise like no other crowd, and that’s exactly what we need tonight because we’ve got some massive matches lined up for you!”
(The fans cheer again, and Anarchy paces around the ring, hyping up the moment.)
Matt Anarchy:
“Now, as you all know, tonight’s show isn’t just any regular event—tonight is about Dynasty Wrestling versus the European Wrestling League, and we’ve got some dream matches that are going to blow the roof off this arena!”
(He pauses as the crowd pops at the mention of the cross-promotional battles.)
Matt Anarchy:
“And let me tell you, the action is going to be red-hot. One of the big matches tonight will see our very own ‘Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell stepping into the ring with the pride of Wales, Rhys Morgan of the EWL!”
(The crowd cheers for the announcement as Matt Anarchy nods in approval.)
Matt Anarchy:
“But that’s not all! In another huge match, we’ve got the former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf, going one-on-one with one of the toughest men from the EWL, Finland’s own Eero Koshinen! These two behemoths are going to tear each other apart!”
(The crowd cheers again, clearly excited for the night’s matchups. Just as Anarchy is about to continue, he is suddenly interrupted by a familiar entrance theme.)
Steve Pringle (commentary, surprised):
“Oh, wait a minute! That’s the music of the new Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“Anderson’s been on top of the world lately, Steve—he’s got a lot to brag about after the past couple of weeks!”
(Angelo Anderson, DW Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder, struts down to the ring with a cocky grin on his face. The crowd’s cheers quickly turn to loud boos as Anderson steps into the ring, brushing past Matt Anarchy to grab a microphone.)
Angelo Anderson (smirking):
“Matt, Matt, Matt… I appreciate you trying to hype up these matches, but let’s be honest—there’s only one person in this building tonight that these people should be talking about… and you’re looking at him!”
(The crowd boos even louder, but Anderson just waves them off.)
Angelo Anderson:
“At DW Doomsday, I did what I promised, and I destroyed Bjorn Asulf to take this—my Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!”
(Anderson pats the title on his shoulder as the fans jeer, clearly not on his side.)
Angelo Anderson:
“And if that wasn’t enough… just a week ago at Global Takeover, I didn’t just beat one champion. No, no. I beat two! I pinned Johnny All Star, and I showed the entire world that I am better than the sVo Champion and the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion & winner of the European Wrestling League, Adam Garcia!”
(The crowd boos louder, but Anderson continues, puffing out his chest.)
Angelo Anderson (grinning):
“I stand here as the face of Dynasty Wrestling, the greatest champion in this company, and frankly, in the entire wrestling world! No one is on my level—not Asulf, not All Star, not Garcia, not anyone!”
(Matt Anarchy looks slightly irritated but remains composed as Anderson continues his tirade.)
Angelo Anderson:
“So you can line up all the European Wrestling League guys you want, Matt, but it won’t change the fact that Dynasty Wrestling belongs to me!”
(The crowd boos even louder, but Anderson raises his championship high into the air, basking in the heat.)
Matt Anarchy (finally speaking up):
“Angelo, I’ve got to hand it to you—you’ve had one hell of a month. But this is Dynasty Wrestling, and while you might be the champion right now, you’re going to have to keep proving yourself. And that starts tonight—so enjoy your moment, because you never know when the next challenger will step up!”
(The crowd cheers as Matt Anarchy steps forward, locking eyes with Anderson.)
Angelo Anderson (laughing smugly):
“Challengers? Please. There’s not a single person in the back who can take this from me!”
Matt Anarchy (grinning):
“We’ll see about that. But for now, enjoy the show, champ.”
(The crowd cheers as Matt Anarchy exits the ring, leaving Angelo Anderson alone to gloat one more time with his championship held high as his music plays. The boos from the crowd continue as the scene fades out, signaling the end of the segment.)
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“Angelo Anderson’s arrogance knows no bounds, Eddie! But tonight’s not about him—it’s about Dynasty Wrestling versus the European Wrestling League!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“You’re right about that, Steve. And with some huge matches still to come, Anderson might be in for a wake-up call sooner than he thinks!”
Single Match
Maxwell Blackwell vs. Rhys Morgan
Backstage
Ireland vs. England
(The camera cuts backstage to Dynasty Wrestling interviewer William Smith, who stands next to the tough and rugged Irish brawler, Liam O’Donovan. O’Donovan, wearing his usual leather jacket, has a no-nonsense demeanor as he glares at the camera, ready for his match against the English star Oliver Reed from the European Wrestling League.)
William Smith:
“Good evening, everyone! I’m here with none other than the Irish brawler himself, Liam O’Donovan. Now, Liam, you’re about to face Oliver Reed from the EWL in singles action. This is a high-stakes match with national pride on the line—how are you feeling going into this one?”
(Liam O’Donovan cracks his knuckles and shoots William a sideways glance, his voice gruff and full of intensity.)
Liam O’Donovan:
“How am I feelin’? William, I’ve fought all over the world, taken beatings, and dished ‘em out twice as hard. Tonight? It’s no different. Oliver Reed’s a fine English lad, no doubt, but I ain’t here to have a tea party or trade pleasantries. I’m here to scrap, and I’m here to break some bones.”
(William nods, sensing the intensity coming from O’Donovan.)
William Smith:
“Reed’s been making waves in the EWL as one of their stars. What do you think he brings to the table, and what can the fans expect from you when you two clash in just a few moments?”
(O’Donovan smirks slightly, crossing his arms as he leans into the microphone.)
Liam O’Donovan:
“Reed might’ve been makin’ waves in his own little pond, but when he steps in the ring with me, he’s goin’ to realize quick that this ain’t the EWL—this is my world. I don’t care if he’s fast or technical; he can bring whatever fancy moves he’s got. I’m bringin’ fists and boots, and trust me, William, that’s all I need.”
(The crowd can be heard cheering from backstage as O’Donovan’s intensity radiates through the screen.)
William Smith:
“You seem more than ready, but with all the pride of Ireland riding on this match, does it add any pressure knowing it’s the EWL versus Dynasty Wrestling?”
(O’Donovan’s face hardens, and he stares directly into the camera, his Irish accent thick with determination.)
Liam O’Donovan:
“Pressure? The only pressure I feel is the pressure I’m about to put on Oliver Reed’s jaw when I clock him. I represent Ireland wherever I go, but make no mistake—I’m doin’ this for me. When that bell rings, I don’t care about England, Ireland, or any border in between. All I care about is knockin’ Reed’s teeth down his throat and remindin’ everyone that when you step in the ring with Liam O’Donovan, you leave broken.”
(William looks slightly taken aback by the fierceness of O’Donovan’s words.)
William Smith:
“It’s clear you’re ready for a fight, Liam. Any final message for Oliver Reed before you step into the ring?”
(O’Donovan turns to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.)
Liam O’Donovan:
“Oliver Reed—you might be walkin’ in with a lot of pride, but you’re walkin’ out with a lot of regret. When I’m done with you, you’ll wish you never left the EWL. See you in the ring… lad.”
(With that, O’Donovan brushes past William Smith and heads toward the entrance, leaving the interviewer standing there as the camera fades back to the arena.)
William Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks—Liam O’Donovan is ready for a fight. It’s Dynasty Wrestling versus the EWL, and it’s next!”
(The camera fades to black as the energy builds for the upcoming match.)
Single Match
Liam O’Donovan vs. Oliver Reed
Backstage
The Sovereign
William Smith stands with a microphone in hand, flanked by the poised Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks, the former DW UK Tag Team Champions. The duo looks ready for battle, with determination in their eyes.
William Smith: “I’m here with The Sovereign, Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks. Tonight, you step into the ring with two of the European Wrestling League’s finest—Kral and Erik Bjornsson. What are your thoughts heading into this big inter-promotional clash?”
Ben Noble: (grinning confidently) “William, it doesn’t matter who they are or where they come from. Kral, Bjornsson… they’re stepping into our ring. The Sovereign ruled the UK Tag Team division, and tonight we remind the world why we were the champions. This is a chance to show that no matter the competition, the cream always rises to the top.”
Kandi Sparks: (smirking) “You know, we’ve seen a lot of people come and go, and none of them could outshine us. Kral and Bjornsson? They might be big names in the EWL, but here in Dynasty Wrestling, we don’t just play the game—we run it. They’ll find that out soon enough.”
William Smith: “There’s a lot of buzz around this match. Do you feel there’s added pressure representing DW in this battle of promotions?”
Ben Noble: “Pressure? Please. We thrive under pressure. We’ve dealt with every challenge DW has thrown at us, and tonight is no different. Kral and Bjornsson are just another couple of names we’ll add to the list of those who fell at the hands of The Sovereign.”
Kandi Sparks: “They’ll realize pretty quickly that this isn’t some walk in the park. The Sovereign doesn’t bow to anyone—not to DW’s best, and certainly not to two guys from the EWL.”
William Smith: “Confident words from The Sovereign. Best of luck tonight in your match.”
Noble and Sparks exchange a glance before walking off, ready for action as the camera fades back to the arena.
Tag Team Match
The Sovereign vs. Kral & Erik Bjornsson
Backstage
Champion In Your Corner
The scene opens in the locker room area. Geoffrey Hobbs, dressed in his wrestling gear, is preparing for his match against Alexandre Rochefort of the EWL. His friend, the DW UK Champion Jonathan Sullivan, stands nearby, the UK Championship belt slung over his shoulder. Hobbs seems focused, but there’s a light banter between the two as they get ready for the night ahead.
Geoffrey Hobbs: (adjusting his wrist tape) “Rochefort thinks he’s going to waltz in here, act all fancy and technical, and walk out with a win. I don’t think he knows what’s coming for him.”
Jonathan Sullivan: (grinning, leaning against the lockers) “You’ve got this, Geoff. He’s probably sitting in the back with his little French scarf, sipping some fancy water, thinking this is going to be easy. But you’re gonna give him a proper lesson in Dynasty Wrestling, British style.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: “Exactly. This isn’t Paris, this isn’t EWL turf—this is London—our house. I’ve dealt with guys like him before. All technique, no heart. He won’t be ready for the fight I bring.”
Sullivan gives a small nod, looking at Hobbs with approval.
Jonathan Sullivan: “Rochefort’s gonna realize real quick that it takes more than a flashy move set to survive here. You’ve got that fight in you that guys like him can’t touch. That’s what separates us from them. This isn’t about who’s flashier—it’s about who can take a punch and get back up.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: (smirking) “Well, if there’s one thing I can do, it’s get back up. I’ve been getting knocked down and coming back stronger for years.”
Sullivan gives him a firm pat on the shoulder.
Jonathan Sullivan: “That’s why you’ve got this. Rochefort’s flashy entrances won’t mean a thing when he’s flat on his back, staring at the lights after you’ve put him down.”
Hobbs gives a confident nod, tightening his boots, ready for the upcoming battle.
Geoffrey Hobbs: “Damn right. I’ll make sure Dynasty Wrestling gets another win tonight.”
Jonathan Sullivan: “Go show ‘em how we do things. And if Rochefort gives you any trouble, remember—you’ve got the UK Champion watching your back.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: (grinning) “Cheers for that, mate. I’ll make sure it’s a match to remember.”
With a final fist bump between the two, Hobbs stands up, ready for the challenge ahead as he heads toward the arena. The camera lingers on Sullivan, who looks on proudly before turning back to his own preparations.
The scene fades as the crowd in the arena roars in anticipation.
Single Match
Geoffrey Hobbs vs. Alexandre Rochefort
Ringside
Countrymen
The crowd in the Stratford Arena boos loudly as Alexandre Rochefort stands victorious, having just defeated Geoffrey Hobbs in a hard-fought match. Hobbs lies on the mat, exhausted, as Rochefort raises his arms, basking in the jeers of the English crowd. He’s clearly not finished, pacing around the ring with a smug grin, taunting Hobbs as he struggles to recover.
Steve Pringle: “Rochefort may have won the match, but I don’t like the look in his eyes, Eddie. This isn’t over for him.”
Eddie Bates: “It never is with these EWL guys, Steve. You can tell Rochefort has bad intentions here.”
Suddenly, the crowd’s boos grow even louder as Jean Louis Duval, Royce Lacroix, and HyperNova—Rochefort’s French comrades from the DW —appear at the top of the ramp. The four Frenchmen make their way down to the ring, eyes locked on Hobbs, who is still down on the mat.
Steve Pringle: “Oh no, this is about to get ugly! It’s four-on-one, and Hobbs is in no condition to fight these men off!”
Eddie Bates: “Here comes Duval, Lacroix, and HyperNova. This French crew is about to make an example out of Hobbs!”
Rochefort, now joined by his French allies, circles Hobbs like a predator. The crowd is on its feet, trying to warn Hobbs as the four men slowly close in, the mood in the arena growing tense.
Suddenly, just as Rochefort and company look ready to pounce, the crowd erupts in a massive cheer as Jonathan Sullivan, the DW UK Champion, comes rolling into the ring wielding a steel chair!
Steve Pringle: “It’s Sullivan! Jonathan Sullivan with a steel chair! He’s not going to let his friend get torn apart!”
Eddie Bates: “Sullivan to the rescue! Thank God for him, or Hobbs would’ve been in serious trouble!”
Sullivan slides into the ring, swinging the chair wildly as the Frenchmen quickly scatter to avoid the vicious attack. Rochefort, Duval, Lacroix, and HyperNova retreat to the outside, glaring at Sullivan as he stands protectively over Hobbs, steel chair in hand. The crowd roars in approval, chanting Sullivan’s name as he stands tall.
Steve Pringle: “Sullivan has chased them off! The Sovereign’s Jonathan Sullivan, coming to the aid of his friend Geoffrey Hobbs just in time!”
The French group backs up the ramp, scowling and pointing at Sullivan from a distance, but they know better than to challenge him with a weapon in hand.
Eddie Bates: “You can see the hatred in Duval and Rochefort’s eyes. This isn’t over between these two groups, not by a long shot!”
Rochefort shouts angrily in French, while Duval glares at Sullivan, clearly frustrated that they didn’t get to finish what they started. Sullivan yells back, daring them to come back and fight, but they retreat further up the ramp.
As the French faction finally exits the stage, Sullivan helps Hobbs to his feet. The two men stand side by side in the ring, with Sullivan’s steel chair still in hand as the crowd cheers them on.
Steve Pringle: “Sullivan saved the day here, but this war between DW and the EWL is far from over!”
Eddie Bates: “You can feel the tension in the air. Duval and Rochefort wanted to make a statement tonight, but they didn’t count on Jonathan Sullivan being ready for a fight!”
The camera focuses on Sullivan and Hobbs standing tall in the ring, the DW UK Champion holding his title high as the crowd continues to cheer. The French contingent watches from the ramp, knowing full well this battle is far from over.
Steve Pringle: “What a night this has turned into, and we’ve still got more to come! Stay tuned, folks, because it’s only getting more intense from here!”
The scene fades with the image of Sullivan and Hobbs united in the ring, while the French faction plots their next move.
Main Event
Bjorn Asulf vs. Eero Koshinen
Ringside
Warriors
The Stratford Arena is on its feet, the crowd roaring with approval as the bell rings, signaling the end of the intense 30-minute war between Bjorn Asulf and Eero Koshinen. Both men stand in the center of the ring, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, having given it their all in an epic clash that has ended in a time-limit draw. The fans are chanting loudly:
Crowd: “This is awesome! This is awesome!”
Steve Pringle: “What a battle we’ve just witnessed! These two titans went toe to toe for 30 minutes, and not even the clock could contain them!”
Eddie Bates: “A time-limit draw, but what a war! The fans appreciate the heart and effort from both men tonight!”
Eero Koshinen, the Finnish warrior and runner-up of the European Wrestling League, nods in respect, still catching his breath. The cheers of the crowd echo through the arena as Eero slowly steps forward, extending his hand toward Bjorn Asulf, the former DW Heavyweight Champion.
Steve Pringle: “Look at this, Eddie! Eero Koshinen showing true sportsmanship after such a grueling match. He wants to shake Bjorn’s hand!”
Eddie Bates: “It’s what you love to see in this sport—respect between two warriors who left it all in the ring.”
The crowd continues to buzz as Eero holds his hand out, looking directly into Bjorn’s eyes. The Viking, standing tall, glances down at Eero’s extended hand. The crowd starts a mixed chant, half expecting a handshake, half unsure of Bjorn’s reaction.
Asulf’s expression hardens. With a sneer, he turns away from Eero without a word, brushing past him as he makes his way toward the ropes. The crowd’s cheers quickly turn into a chorus of boos as they react to Asulf’s cold rejection.
Steve Pringle: “Oh, come on! What is this, Bjorn? After such an incredible match, this is how he responds?”
Eddie Bates: “That’s the Viking for you! Bjorn Asulf, he’s always been proud, and apparently, he doesn’t believe in offering respect, no matter how good the fight!”
Koshinen stands in the middle of the ring, looking a little surprised but remaining stoic. He watches as Bjorn Asulf exits the ring, the boos raining down on the Viking as he walks up the ramp with an air of arrogance. The crowd’s frustration grows louder, disapproving of the lack of sportsmanship.
Crowd: “Boo! Boo!”
Eero glances around at the crowd, shaking his head, but he raises his hand to acknowledge the fans’ support. This act brings them back to his side as they cheer once more.
Steve Pringle: “Eero Koshinen showing the true heart of a champion, but Bjorn Asulf refuses to show any respect! What a disappointing end to what could have been a moment of sportsmanship!”
Eddie Bates: “Asulf’s all about himself, Steve. He doesn’t care about respect or shaking hands. He cares about dominance—and apparently, if he doesn’t win, he’s not interested.”
Bjorn Asulf pauses at the top of the ramp, turning around to glare back at the ring and the cheering fans. He smirks arrogantly, then disappears backstage, leaving Eero standing tall in the ring. The fans chant for Koshinen once again.
Crowd: “Eero! Eero! Eero!”
Eero, still exhausted, takes a moment to soak in the admiration of the fans. He raises his arm in victory despite the draw, signaling his gratitude for their support. The camera focuses on him one last time before fading to black, with the story between these two titans clearly far from over.
Steve Pringle: “It might have ended in a draw, but Eero Koshinen walks out of here with the fans’ respect tonight. And something tells me, Eddie, this rivalry between him and Bjorn Asulf is just heating up!”
Eddie Bates: “You’re right about that. This isn’t over, not by a long shot!”
The screen fades as Eero Koshinen makes his way out of the ring, nodding to the fans who continue cheering for his warrior spirit.
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