DW Clash 48
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
4th November 2024
The scene opens inside the Stratford Arena, where thousands of enthusiastic fans are cheering, their excitement filling the air as the bright lights shine down on the packed crowd. Signs wave, anticipation builds, and the camera pans over the electrified audience before zooming in on the commentary table where Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates are seated, ready to kick off another thrilling night of Dynasty Wrestling action!
Steve Pringle: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another sold-out night here at DW Clash 48! I’m Steve Pringle, alongside my partner, the ever-insightful Eddie Bates, and we’re coming to you from the legendary Stratford Arena in the heart of London, England!”
Eddie Bates: “That’s right, Steve! Tonight’s show is set to be an explosive one! We’ve got a stacked lineup for you all, starting with some serious tag team action between Legion—HyperNova and Royce Lacroix—and the team of UK Champion Jonathan Sullivan and his partner, Geoffrey Hobbs! With that kind of talent in one ring, anything could happen!”
Steve Pringle: “And speaking of exciting clashes, we’ll also see Emily Shaw go head-to-head with Oliver Harrington! Shaw’s been on a roll lately, but Harrington is no pushover, and he’s looking to make a statement tonight!”
Eddie Bates: “Add to that a hard-hitting battle between two gritty warriors, as the menacing Angus Blackhart takes on the enigmatic Alexander Hate. Both men are known for their ruthless styles, so buckle up for a brawl!”
Steve Pringle: “And if that’s not enough, our main event promises fireworks as ‘the Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell steps into the ring against rising star Riley Smith! These two men have been climbing the ranks and are itching to prove themselves tonight. Blackwell’s mind games versus Smith’s technical prowess? I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
Eddie Bates: “You’ve said it, Steve! Tonight, alliances will be tested, rivalries could ignite, and titles may hang in the balance! So sit back, folks, because DW Clash 48 starts right now!”
The camera shifts to the entrance ramp as the lights dim and music blares through the speakers, signaling the start of the night’s action.
Ringside
Real Main Event
The crowd boos loudly as the DW Heavyweight Champion Angelo Anderson strides down to the ring, his championship belt gleaming under the arena lights. He looks around with a smug grin, soaking in the hostile reaction from the audience as he grabs a microphone.
Angelo Anderson: “London, London, London… Is this really what passes for a main event in Dynasty Wrestling? A few B-list scrappers and some no-name contenders? Not on my watch!”
The fans boo even louder, and Anderson chuckles, shrugging off the negative reaction.
Angelo Anderson: “So tonight, consider yourselves lucky. I’m throwing down an open challenge! I’m giving someone—anyone—the chance of a lifetime to step into my ring and try, and I do mean try, to take the DW Heavyweight Championship from me. Let’s see if there’s anyone in the back with the guts to face me!”
The arena falls silent for a moment, and then “Rule Britannia” blares through the speakers, igniting a big pop from the fans! Ben Noble, one half of the former DW UK Tag Team Champions The Sovereign, steps out onto the stage with his tag team partner Kandi Sparks by his side. Noble looks focused and determined as he stares down Anderson in the ring. The two exchange intense glares as Noble raises a microphone.
Ben Noble: “Angelo Anderson, I’ve been waiting a long time to see a fraud like you make a mistake this big. And tonight? I’m going to give these fans the main event they actually deserve when I take that title off you!”
The fans cheer wildly as Noble steps toward the ring, his gaze fixed on Anderson, who smirks in response.
Angelo Anderson: “Oh, this is too good! Ben Noble, the little sidekick finally stepping up, huh? Well, if you want your shot, you’ve got it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you’re lying flat on your back, looking up at the real champion.”
As Noble and Sparks enter the ring, the two men come face-to-face, the tension building as they exchange heated words. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation for the title match later tonight.
Steve Pringle: “What a main event we have now, folks! Angelo Anderson will defend his DW Heavyweight Championship against Ben Noble, a former tag team champion who’s hungry for singles gold!”
Eddie Bates: “This is going to be a battle for the ages, Steve! Anderson might be the champ, but Ben Noble is no stranger to big fights. This is anyone’s match tonight!”
The scene fades as Anderson lifts his title above his head, while Noble stands defiantly across from him, setting the stage for an explosive main event.
Tag Team Match
Legion vs. Jonathan Sullivan & Geoffrey Hobbs
Ringside
Defeated
The bell rings, and there’s a collective gasp from the audience as HyperNova has just pinned Jonathan Sullivan to seal the victory for Legion! The fans are in shock, as Duval, HyperNova, and Royce Lacroix stand tall in the ring, arms raised in celebration as they taunt the booing crowd. Meanwhile, Geoffrey Hobbs rushes to his partner’s side, trying to help Sullivan to his feet.
Steve Pringle: “Can you believe it? Legion has just scored a massive upset over Jonathan Sullivan, the DW UK Champion!”
Eddie Bates: “This is huge! HyperNova just pinned the UK Champion, and you know Duval and his Legion goons are going to revel in this for weeks!”
In the ring, Sullivan shoves Hobbs’ hand away, visibly frustrated as he processes the shocking loss. Hobbs raises his hands, trying to calm down the seething champion, speaking to him quietly to defuse the situation.
Meanwhile, Duval, HyperNova, and Royce Lacroix laugh mockingly from the opposite corner, watching Sullivan’s frustration. Duval raises a microphone, smirking as he addresses Sullivan.
Jean Louis Duval: “Ah, Jonathan… the mighty UK Champion brought to his knees by Legion! Face it—you can’t stand up to us alone, even with your little sidekick here!”
Sullivan glares at Duval, his fists clenched, as Hobbs continues to try and keep him calm. But the words from Duval only seem to fuel Sullivan’s anger as he takes a step forward, his eyes locked on Legion.
Steve Pringle: “Oh, Sullivan looks like he’s ready to take them all on! Hobbs might have his hands full here keeping him back!”
The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Sullivan and Hobbs stand together, facing off against Duval, HyperNova, and Lacroix, the tension filling the arena as Legion sneers at the UK Champion and his partner. Finally, Hobbs pulls Sullivan back, and the two exit the ring, with Sullivan’s fierce gaze never leaving Duval and his men.
Eddie Bates: “This loss is only going to light a fire in Jonathan Sullivan, Steve. I don’t think Duval and Legion realize what kind of fury they’ve just ignited!”
As Sullivan and Hobbs make their way up the ramp, the crowd gives a supportive cheer, clearly rallying behind the UK Champion as he seethes, his eyes still locked on Legion, who continue to taunt him from the ring.
Backstage
Pure Gold
Backstage, William Smith stands beside Oliver Harrington, who adjusts his expensive, tailored jacket and flashes his signature smirk for the camera. The self-proclaimed “Essex Pretty Boy” is clearly full of confidence as he glances sideways, looking more interested in his own reflection than the upcoming match.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with none other than ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington, who will be taking on ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw later tonight. Now, Oliver, what’s your mindset going into this match against Emily Shaw?”
Oliver Harrington: chuckling “William, I’m glad you asked, mate. You see, it’s not every day someone gets the chance to step in the ring with someone as… well, pretty as myself. But Emily Shaw? Let’s just say she’s got a lot to learn if she thinks she can go toe-to-toe with the Essex Pretty Boy.”
William Smith: “Well, Oliver, Emily’s been on a roll lately, and some might say she has a style that’s just as sharp as yours. Does that concern you at all?”
Oliver Harrington: scoffs “Concern? Concern, William? You must be joking. Look, she might have a bit of flash, but she’s no Oliver Harrington. She’s got some nerve calling herself ‘Platinum’—like she can even compare to the pure gold standing in front of you right now.”
Oliver runs a hand through his hair, flashing a dazzling, arrogant smile.
Oliver Harrington: “Tonight, I’m going to show everyone, especially Emily Shaw, that there’s only room for one true star around here. And it sure as hell isn’t going to be ‘Platinum’.”
William Smith: nodding, raising an eyebrow “Confident words, as always, Oliver. Any final message for Emily Shaw before the two of you meet in the ring tonight?”
Oliver Harrington: “Oh, I’ve got one, alright. Emily, you might think you’re ready for the Essex Pretty Boy, but darling, you’re stepping into my world. When it’s all said and done, you’ll be just another name on my list of people I outshined. So brace yourself, because tonight, I’m going to steal the spotlight. Again.“
With a cocky smirk, Harrington adjusts his jacket one last time and struts off camera, leaving William Smith to shake his head slightly before turning back to the camera.
William Smith: “There you have it, folks—Oliver Harrington, as confident as ever. We’ll see if he can back up those words when he faces Emily Shaw later tonight.”
Single Match
Emily Shaw vs. Oliver Harrington
Backstage
Time to End this
Backstage in the DW locker room, the UK Tag Team Champions—the Scottish powerhouse duo of ‘the Granite Kid’ Kyle McRae and ‘the Brute’ Angus Blackhart—prepare for tonight’s singles bout. The atmosphere is intense, with McRae pacing the room while Blackhart stretches and slams his fists together, psyching himself up.
Kyle McRae: grinning wickedly “Ye ready to crush this so-called ‘British Hospitality,’ mate? That Alexander Hate’s a proper posh git, aye? Got tae show him what a real fight looks like.”
Angus Blackhart: snarling “Ach, he’s in for a rude awakening. I’ll put him through the wringer, and his pal Harry Black too if he’s foolish enough tae step in.”
McRae lets out a chuckle, crossing his arms and leaning back against the locker.
Kyle McRae: “Ye know they’re tryin’ tae make a name off of us, ‘cause they know we’re the top dogs around here. But ye’re the Brute, Angus. Show him why no one messes with Scottish blood. Make sure he knows exactly who’s king around here.”
Angus Blackhart: “Oh, I will, Kyle. Alexander Hate thinks he’s some high and mighty bloke, but tonight, I’ll grind him down tae dust. Just a warm-up before we teach ‘em both a lesson they won’t forget.”
McRae claps Blackhart on the shoulder, a fierce glint in his eye.
Kyle McRae: “That’s the spirit. Let’s send a message. British Hospitality? After tonight, they’ll be beggin’ for mercy at our feet.”
As they share a malicious grin, Blackhart throws a final punch in the air before making his way to the ring, ready to represent the tag team champions and leave Alexander Hate in his wake.
Single Match
Angus Blackhart vs. Alexander Hate
Backstage
Rematch?
Backstage, the camera follows ‘the Viking’ Bjorn Asulf as he strides through the corridors, his intense scowl never faltering until he reaches the door to GM Matt Anarchy’s office. Without hesitation, he throws the door open and steps inside, eyes blazing with purpose. Anarchy looks up from his paperwork, unfazed by the intrusion.
Bjorn Asulf: gruffly “Anarchy, I’m not here for pleasantries. I want my rematch for the DW Heavyweight Championship. You know that title should still be mine.”
Matt Anarchy leans back in his chair, arms crossed, assessing Asulf with a calm expression.
Matt Anarchy: “Bjorn, I understand you want that shot. But here in Dynasty Wrestling, everyone’s got to earn their place. Even you. There’s no free pass back to the top.”
Asulf’s face tightens in frustration, his fists clenched by his sides.
Bjorn Asulf: “Earn my place? I was the face of this company. I carried that title with pride while others faltered. Anderson’s not worthy of that belt, and you know it as well as I do.”
Matt Anarchy: firmly “I don’t doubt your past accomplishments, Bjorn, but the title picture has changed. You want to challenge Anderson? Then prove it in the ring. Fight your way back, show everyone that the Viking still deserves that throne.”
Asulf’s expression hardens, but he reluctantly nods, his determination undimmed.
Bjorn Asulf: “Fine, Anarchy. I’ll take down anyone you put in front of me. But don’t be surprised when I come back for what’s rightfully mine—and remind everyone who’s the true champion here.”
With a final, steely glare, Asulf turns and storms out of the office, leaving Anarchy watching with a smirk of satisfaction as the Viking plots his path back to the title.
Single Match
Maxwell Blackwell vs. Riley Smith
Backstage
Moment Calling
Backstage, William Smith stands poised, microphone in hand, as the camera zooms in on him and Ben Noble—a focused, yet slightly nervous look on Noble’s face as he adjusts his wrist tape.
William Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Ben Noble, who is only moments away from the biggest opportunity of his career—a shot at the DW Heavyweight Championship. Ben, tonight you’re stepping into the ring with the champion, Angelo Anderson. What’s going through your mind right now?”
Ben Noble: pausing, collecting himself “William, tonight is… well, it’s everything. I’ve worked my entire career for a shot like this. I’ve been in the ring with some of the best, taken every hit, every setback, and I’ve always come back. But this? This is the DW Heavyweight Championship. This is the moment I prove I belong at the top.”
William Smith: “You’re right, Ben—this is the kind of chance that could change your career forever. But let’s be honest, Angelo Anderson is no easy opponent. He’s a dominant champion and, as we saw at Global Takeover, he’s as confident as ever. How do you prepare for a challenge like that?”
Ben Noble: with determination “Anderson might be the champ, but confidence can be a weakness too. He’s walking around here like he’s untouchable, like he’s invincible. But I’ve been studying him; I know his game. And I’ve got Kandi Sparks in my corner tonight, keeping me focused and reminding me why I deserve to be here.”
William Smith: nodding “Ben, the fans are behind you tonight, but they know the stakes are high. How do you handle the pressure?”
Ben Noble: smiling faintly “Pressure? William, this isn’t pressure—this is purpose. This match is everything I’ve worked for. Tonight, I walk into that ring not just as Ben Noble, but as the man who will defy the odds. I’m taking that title, and I’ll prove that I’m more than ready to carry Dynasty Wrestling on my shoulders.”
William Smith: “Strong words, Ben. Good luck out there—your moment is calling.”
Noble gives a final nod, eyes intense with focus, before turning away and heading down the hall toward the ring, ready to seize the opportunity of a lifetime.
Main Event
DW Heavyweight Championship Match
Angelo Anderson (c) vs. Ben Noble
Ringside
The Raven Circles
The crowd’s boos echo through the arena as Angelo Anderson stands in the middle of the ring, smugly raising the DW Heavyweight Championship over his head, basking in his victory over Ben Noble. The disdain from the fans only fuels Anderson’s arrogance, and he laughs, taunting the crowd as he clutches his title close.
Steve Pringle: “Like it or not, folks, Angelo Anderson just retained the DW Heavyweight Championship, but you can feel the electricity in the air. What a main event!”
Eddie Bates: “He may have defended the title, but the fans sure don’t appreciate that attitude, Steve. Anderson doesn’t seem to mind one bit!”
Suddenly, the cheers shift to murmurs as the lights begin to flicker, drawing Anderson’s attention to the massive screen. The unmistakable symbol of ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield appears in a dark, intricate graphic, spreading its wings against a black background. The arena is awash in purple light as the crowd erupts in anticipation.
Steve Pringle: “Wait a minute… is that… could it be?”
Anderson’s smug demeanor vanishes as he stares up at the screen, gripping his title belt a little tighter. The screen displays the raven in haunting silence for a moment, before it fades into a close-up of Cedric Thornfield’s eyes, piercing and cold. His voice, low and commanding, fills the arena.
Cedric Thornfield: voice echoing “Angelo Anderson… You stand there celebrating, holding onto that title like it’s yours. But soon, the DW Heavyweight Championship will find its true home… and you will know what it feels like to be hunted.”
The screen fades, leaving Anderson visibly shaken, looking around the darkened arena as if Thornfield might appear any second. Suddenly, the entire arena goes pitch black, leaving only the glow of cell phones and camera flashes.
Eddie Bates: “Oh, this just took a chilling turn! Is Cedric Thornfield here?!”
A few agonizing seconds pass in total darkness before the lights come back on. Anderson is alone in the ring, visibly rattled but attempting to compose himself, clutching his championship like a lifeline. The crowd’s excitement reaches fever pitch, chanting “Black Raven! Black Raven!” as Anderson glances around, his confidence now completely shattered.
Steve Pringle: “Angelo Anderson wanted to prove he’s the rightful champion tonight, but I don’t think he was ready for a message from Cedric Thornfield!”
Eddie Bates: “Thornfield’s coming, Steve! This could be the beginning of a whole new chapter in Dynasty Wrestling!”
As the camera zooms in on Anderson’s tense expression, the screen fades out, leaving the crowd buzzing with excitement and anticipation for what’s to come.
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