DW Clash 50
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
18th November 2024
[The camera pans over the packed Stratford Arena in London, with fans buzzing in anticipation for the landmark Clash 50. The lights are brighter, the energy is palpable, and the atmosphere is electric as fireworks explode across the stage. The camera swings to the commentary table, where Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates sit, ready to kick off the evening.]
Steve Pringle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a very special edition of DW Clash! This is Clash 50, live from the Stratford Arena in London, and we have one heck of a show lined up for you tonight!”
Eddie Bates: “That’s right, Steve! Tonight marks a major milestone for Dynasty Wrestling, and we’ve got some absolutely massive matches in store to celebrate! And, of course, we’re kicking things off with a huge title match in our main event!”
Steve Pringle: “The DW UK Tag Team Championship will be on the line as the Scottish duo — Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart — the Brute and the Granite Kid — defend their titles against their fierce rivals from British Hospitality — Alexander Hate and Harry Black! These two teams have been at each other’s throats for months, and now, they face off for the gold in what’s sure to be a brutal encounter!”
Eddie Bates: “I can’t wait for that, Steve. It’s all coming to a head tonight, and there’s no telling who will walk out of that ring with the tag team titles! But that’s not all we have tonight, folks — we’ll also see Jean Louis Duval take on Ben Noble, and much more!”
Steve Pringle: “It’s a milestone night for Dynasty Wrestling, and we are just getting started! The action kicks off now on Clash 50 — let’s get ready to go!”
[The camera cuts to a series of flashy promotional graphics showcasing the matches scheduled for the night, then pans back to the ring where the crowd continues to buzz in anticipation.]
Single Match
Riley Smith vs. Liam O’Donovan
Backstage
Shutting the Mouth
[The camera cuts backstage to William Smith, standing by with Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks. The crowd can be heard in the background, buzzing with excitement ahead of the upcoming singles match. Ben Noble, looking focused and intense, stands tall as Kandi Sparks stands by his side, exuding confidence.]
William Smith: “Ben, thank you for taking a moment to speak with me. You’re just moments away from facing Jean Louis Duval in what is sure to be a hard-fought match. What’s going through your mind ahead of this big singles bout?”
Ben Noble: [grins, staring into the camera] “What’s going through my mind, William? It’s simple. I’m going to teach Jean Louis Duval a lesson he’ll never forget. The guy’s got all the talent in the world, but he’s also got a mouth that never shuts up, doesn’t he?”
Kandi Sparks: [smirking, arms crossed] “All talk and no action. Typical Frenchman.”
Ben Noble: “Exactly. Duval’s been running around here, talking about how great he is, how he’s untouchable, how he’s the future of Dynasty Wrestling. Well, tonight, he’s gonna learn exactly what happens when you step into the ring with someone who’s been to the top, someone who knows how to fight and who’s willing to put it all on the line. Tonight, Duval, you’re gonna find out why they call me the Sovereign’s Last Hope.”
William Smith: “You’ve made your intentions clear, but you’ve got quite the challenge ahead of you tonight. Duval’s no slouch — he’s a former DW Champion, and he’s been on quite the roll lately. What makes you confident that you can take him down tonight?”
Ben Noble: “Look, Duval’s got flair. He’s got style. He’s got a bunch of guys running around with him to back him up. But I don’t care about any of that. What I care about is being the best. And when it comes to this ring, no one — no one — can match my intensity, my drive, or my focus. I’ve been through the battles, I’ve beaten the best, and tonight I’m gonna show Duval that his fancy talk won’t get him anywhere.”
Kandi Sparks: [leaning in] “This is the night where he falls, William. No more games, no more showboating. Ben’s going to show Duval what real wrestling looks like.”
Ben Noble: [smiling, looking directly into the camera] “So Duval, you better be ready. Because tonight, the Sovereign is coming for you. And when I’m done, you’ll know exactly who owns this ring.”
[Ben Noble stares down the camera with an intense look, and Kandi Sparks gives a confident nod. The two walk off as the camera cuts back to the action in the arena.]
Single Match
Ben Noble vs. Jean Louis Duval
Backstage
One Win at a Time
[The camera cuts backstage, where Geoffrey Hobbs is seen stretching and preparing for his upcoming match against Leo Lewis. He’s pacing back and forth, his focus evident as he gets ready to take on his opponent. The door opens, and Jonathan Sullivan, the DW UK Champion, walks into the room with a smile on his face.]
Jonathan Sullivan: [claps Hobbs on the back, grinning] “Hey, mate. Ready for this? Leo Lewis isn’t gonna know what hit him.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: [looks up from stretching, nodding] “I’m ready. Leo’s been on a roll lately, but I’m not about to let him steal my momentum. I’ve worked too hard for that.”
Jonathan Sullivan: “I know you have, and that’s why I’m confident you’ll come out on top tonight. But I’ve been thinking… you keep winning like you have been lately, you’re gonna have a shot at my DW UK Championship before long.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: [pauses and looks at Sullivan, raising an eyebrow] “You’re saying I’m ready for that kind of challenge?”
Jonathan Sullivan: “You’ve been putting in the work, Geoffrey. You’ve proven yourself in the ring time and time again. You’ve got what it takes. And honestly, you deserve a shot at it — hell, you earned it. You just need to keep doing what you’re doing and stay focused. One win at a time, and the title will be yours for the taking.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: [grins, nodding in appreciation] “Thanks, Jon. That means a lot coming from you. But first things first, I’ve got Leo Lewis tonight. No distractions. I’m taking him down.”
Jonathan Sullivan: [chuckles, patting Hobbs on the back again] “That’s the spirit. Just remember, when the time comes for you to challenge for the UK Championship, I’ll be ready. But tonight, it’s all about you and Leo. Go show him what you’re made of.”
Geoffrey Hobbs: “You got it, mate. Thanks again. After tonight, you’ll have to keep an eye on your back — because I’m coming for that title.”
[Sullivan laughs and gives Hobbs one last encouraging pat on the shoulder before heading out of the locker room. Hobbs takes a deep breath and walks toward the entrance, determined and ready for his upcoming match.]
[The camera cuts to the arena as Hobbs makes his way to the ring for his match against Leo Lewis.]
Single Match
Geoffrey Hobbs vs. Leo Lewis
Backstage
Earn It
[The camera cuts backstage to the office of Matt Anarchy, where the DW General Manager is sitting behind his desk, reviewing some paperwork. The door suddenly swings open with a loud bang, and Bjorn Asulf, looking furious, storms into the room.]
Bjorn Asulf: [voice full of anger] “Anarchy! What the hell is going on? How the hell am I supposed to get back to the top if you don’t even book me in a match? I’ve been here week after week, but you’ve done nothing but watch me rot!”
Matt Anarchy: [glancing up calmly from his paperwork, unfazed by Asulf’s outburst] “Bjorn, take a breath. I know you’re frustrated, but you can’t just demand your way to the top every week. You’ve got to earn it.”
Bjorn Asulf: [slamming his fist onto the desk, face red with frustration] “Earn it?! You think I haven’t earned it? I’ve been the top guy before, and I’ll be the top guy again. But you’re holding me back! You’re booking everyone else, but not me! I want a match, Anarchy! I want something big — and I want it now!”
Matt Anarchy: [pauses for a moment, then leans back in his chair, looking at Asulf thoughtfully] “Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. But listen, just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can storm into my office and demand matches. You’re still one of the top talents here in Dynasty Wrestling, but you’re not just going to be handed a title shot.”
Bjorn Asulf: [crossing his arms, gritting his teeth] “Then what the hell are you going to do about it?”
Matt Anarchy: [sighs, sitting forward and tapping his fingers on the desk] “Next week, you’ll have your match. And not just any match. I’m going to put you in the ring with someone who’s been on a tear recently — someone who has been making a name for themselves. I’m giving you the chance to prove you still have what it takes to climb back to the top.”
Bjorn Asulf: [grins menacingly, nodding] “Fine. I’ll make them regret ever being put in the same ring as me. But if you think that’s enough to shut me up, you’re wrong. I’m not stopping until I have the DW Heavyweight Championship again. And no one is going to get in my way.”
Matt Anarchy: [gives a small nod, a hint of a smirk on his face] “Good. Then go out there and make a statement. If you want that title shot, you need to show everyone why you’re the Viking.”
Bjorn Asulf: [turns toward the door, his voice cold and determined] “I’ll show them exactly why I’m the Viking. See you next week.”
[Asulf storms out of the office, leaving Matt Anarchy to lean back in his chair, watching him go with a knowing smirk. The camera then cuts to the next segment.]
Single Match
Kandi Cross vs. Stijn De Raaf
Backstage
Now or Never
[The camera cuts backstage to the locker room of British Hospitality, where Alexander Hate and Harry Black are sitting, both looking pensive and on edge. The atmosphere is tense, with the weight of tonight’s big match against Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart — the DW UK Tag Team Champions — looming over them.]
Alexander Hate: [rubbing his hands together nervously, staring at the floor] “You know, mate… I’ve been thinking. If we don’t win those damn belts tonight, what are we even doing here? We’ve been through so much together, but tonight could be the end of the line for us as a team.”
Harry Black: [leans back against the lockers, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in thought] “It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it? We’ve been on top before, Alexander — we’ve dominated this division, and now… now we can’t even get past Kyle and Angus.”
Alexander Hate: [looking up, voice filled with frustration] “It’s not just them, though, is it? It’s the whole damn situation. Kyle was our friend, Harry! We used to run roughshod over everyone. But now, here we are — former friends, fighting for the damn titles that should’ve never slipped out of our grasp in the first place!”
Harry Black: [pauses for a moment, his voice quiet and serious] “I don’t know, mate. I’ve been in this business long enough to know when a team’s not clicking anymore. If we don’t win tonight… if we can’t beat those two, what’s left for us?”
Alexander Hate: [stands up, fists clenched, pacing a bit] “Then maybe it’s time to rethink this whole thing. If we can’t win tonight, maybe we should just walk away. Maybe our time has passed.”
Harry Black: [gives a short, bitter laugh, standing up and facing Hate] “I don’t know if I can accept that, mate. I still believe we’re the best tag team around. We can’t go out like that, not after all we’ve been through.”
Alexander Hate: [turns and stares at Black, his tone darkening] “I’m not saying we should give up. But if we don’t win tonight, then we’ve gotta face the reality that maybe British Hospitality is done. Maybe we’re just not the best anymore.”
Harry Black: [pauses, and after a long silence, he nods slowly] “You’re right. We either win tonight, or everything we’ve built crumbles. No more excuses. No more games. It’s do or die.”
Alexander Hate: [nods, a grim smile forming on his face] “Exactly. Tonight, we take what’s ours. Those titles should be ours. We’re not walking out of that ring empty-handed.”
Harry Black: [smirking slightly] “We’ve been through too much together to let it all slip away. We will win those titles tonight. And if we don’t? Well, then we’ll walk away from this business on our own terms.”
[The two men exchange a determined look, clenching their fists as the camera pulls back, the tension in the locker room palpable. The scene fades out as they prepare for the biggest match of their careers.]
Single Match
Emily Shaw vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Backstage
Step Out of the Shadows
[The camera cuts backstage to William Smith, standing by in front of a wall with a microphone in hand. He’s about to speak when the camera zooms out to reveal the current DW Heavyweight Champion – ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. Anderson stands tall, the championship belt draped proudly over his shoulder. His expression is focused, but there’s a noticeable frustration behind his eyes.]
William Smith: “I’m here with the DW Heavyweight Champion — ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. Angelo, it’s been an intense few weeks for you, especially with Cedric Thornfield seemingly stalking you. How are you feeling about everything that’s been going on recently?”
Angelo Anderson: [grits his teeth, his voice sharp] “How do I feel, William? I’m sick of it. I’m damn sick of it. Every time I turn around, there’s Cedric Thornfield lurking in the shadows, trying to get inside my head. It’s been weeks now, and I’ve had enough.”
[Anderson pauses, taking a deep breath, clearly holding back his anger as his eyes narrow.]
Angelo Anderson: “I didn’t get this far in this business by running from my problems. I’m Unbreakable, damn it. I’ve been through worse than this, and I don’t need to be hiding from some weirdo trying to play mind games. If Cedric Thornfield thinks he can sneak around, trying to mess with me, he’s dead wrong. He wants to get in my face, to face me like a man. So that’s exactly what I’m telling him. Come at me, Cedric. Face me in that ring. I’ll be waiting. No more games. No more hiding behind the darkness. It’s time for him to step up and get what’s coming to him.”
[Smith nods, clearly understanding the tension in Anderson’s voice.]
William Smith: “That sounds like a direct challenge, Angelo. You’ve made your feelings clear. So what happens if Thornfield does accept that challenge?”
Angelo Anderson: [with a fierce grin, tightening his grip on the title belt] “If he accepts, he gets the fight of his life. I’ve held this championship for a reason, William. It’s not just about being a champion — it’s about proving I’m the best. And if Cedric Thornfield wants to step into that ring with me, he’s going to learn exactly why they call me ‘Unbreakable’.”
[Anderson raises his title high, the gold shining in the light as his eyes burn with determination.]
Angelo Anderson: “Cedric, the clock’s ticking. Step out of the shadows, and face me like a man. I’ll be waiting, and I’m ready to show you why this belt will never belong to anyone but me.”
[The camera lingers on Anderson for a moment, his gaze unwavering. The scene fades out as Smith nods in response.]
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
Angus Blackhart & Kyle McRae (c) vs. British Hospitality
Ringside
ANDNEW
[The camera cuts to the ring, where British Hospitality (Alexander Hate & Harry Black) stand tall, the DW UK Tag Team Championships held high above their heads. The crowd has erupted into cheers, the two men are grinning ear to ear, clearly proud of their victory. They stand in the middle of the ring, bathed in the spotlight as their theme music plays, and the referee hands them the titles.]
[Both men raise the titles, each with a smug expression on their faces as the cheers intensify. The arena’s energy is electric, with the crowd showing their approval for the new champions.]
Alexander Hate: [Grabbing a microphone, a grin plastered on his face.] “You know what? Tonight, we did exactly what we said we were going to do. We’ve worked for this moment for far too long, and now, we’re the DW UK Tag Team Champions!“
Harry Black: [Snatches the mic from Hate and continues the promo, equally delighted.] “That’s right, Alexander. We’ve been knocking down doors and taking names for months. Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart—you had your shot, but in the end, you were just in the way. British Hospitality have arrived, and now these titles are ours!”
[Hate steps forward with a sly smile, holding the titles high above his head.]
Alexander Hate: “And you know, Kyle, Angus… maybe this will be a wake-up call for you. You should’ve known better than to get in our way. But now that we have these titles, we’re going to make sure everyone knows what real British Hospitality looks like!”
[The fans cheer loudly, but British Hospitality just soak in the positive energy, smiling at the reaction from the crowd.]
Harry Black: [Looking around with a smile.] “We’re the new champions, and nobody is taking these belts from us anytime soon.”
[Hate smirks and steps back, holding the titles to his side as Black steps forward again.]
Harry Black: “Kyle McRae… Angus Blackhart… don’t take this as a loss. Take it as a lesson. British Hospitality runs the Tag Team division now.”
Alexander Hate: [Speaking directly into the camera.] “And as for the rest of you, don’t think this is the end. British Hospitality is just getting started. So sit tight and enjoy the ride. We’re going to make this division our playground.”
[With that, they raise their newly won DW UK Tag Team Championships once more as their music blares through the arena. The cheers continue, and the camera zooms out, fading to black as British Hospitality stand victorious in the ring.]
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