DW Clash 51
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
25th November 2024
[The opening shot of DW Clash 51 pans over the roaring crowd at the Stratford Arena in London, as pyrotechnics explode along the stage. Fans wave signs and cheer, ready for another night of Dynasty Wrestling action.]
Steve Pringle: *”Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another thrilling edition of *DW Clash! We’re live from the Stratford Arena in London, and the energy in here tonight is absolutely electric!”
Eddie Bates: *”You’ve got that right, Steve. It’s *Clash 51, and what a lineup we’ve got for the fans tonight. Some big matchups, some bad blood, and as always, some of the best wrestling you’ll see anywhere in the world!”
Steve Pringle: *”Let’s take a quick look at what’s on the card tonight. Kicking us off, it’s a battle of pride as *Union Jack* goes one-on-one with the rising star Leo Lewis! Both men have a lot to prove, and you know they’ll give it their all to start the night on a high note.”*
Eddie Bates: *”Then we’ve got a tag team clash you won’t want to miss: *The Legion*—HyperNova and Royce Lacroix—taking on *The Sovereign*! Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks will be looking to rebound after a rough few weeks, but can they handle the chaotic aggression of *The Legion?”
Steve Pringle: *”And let’s not forget, later tonight, *Geoffrey Hobbs* will face off against Riley Smith in singles action. Hobbs has been on a hot streak lately, but Smith is always unpredictable and looking to play spoiler.”*
Eddie Bates: “That’s not all—Emily Shaw* and Oliver Harrington will collide in what’s sure to be a tense and brutal matchup. Two of the most arrogant competitors on the roster, and they’re bound to leave it all in the ring tonight.”*
Steve Pringle: *”It’s going to be another unmissable episode of *DW Clash*, Eddie. The wrestlers of *Dynasty Wrestling* never fail to deliver, and tonight will be no different. So, sit back, strap in, and get ready for the action!”*
[The camera pans over the excited crowd once more before cutting to the entrance ramp, where the opening match is about to begin.]
Ringside
Careful What you Wish For
[The crowd is buzzing as the sound of a Viking war horn blasts through the arena speakers. The atmosphere shifts as “The Viking” Bjorn Asulf storms down to the ring, his expression a mix of frustration and fury. The fans greet him with a chorus of boos as he grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring.]
Bjorn Asulf:
*”Enough of this nonsense! Every single week, I walk into this arena, and I don’t get the respect I deserve! I don’t get the matches I deserve! I was *this close* to reclaiming my rightful place as the DW Heavyweight Champion!”*
[He glares at the camera, pointing furiously at himself.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Matt Anarchy, you’ve been holding me back, but I’m done waiting. I demand—demand*—a match tonight! I’ll crush anyone you put in front of me, and when I do, I’ll *earn* my rematch for the DW Heavyweight Championship. So get out here and make it happen!”*
[The fans boo loudly, but Bjorn sneers, unfazed. Moments later, “Psycho Circus” by KISS blares through the speakers, and the crowd erupts with cheers. DW General Manager Matt Anarchy strides out onto the stage, microphone in hand, wearing his signature leather jacket and grinning like a devilish ringmaster.]
Matt Anarchy:
*”Bjorn, Bjorn, Bjorn… The Viking who thinks the world owes him everything. I have to admit, you’ve got guts coming out here and barking orders at me. But hey, you’re in luck, because I *do* have a match lined up for you tonight!”*
[The crowd murmurs in anticipation as Bjorn raises an eyebrow, skeptical.]
Matt Anarchy:
*”You want competition? You want to prove yourself worthy of another shot at the title? Fine. Tonight’s main event is going to be a match *worthy* of Clash 51. You, Bjorn Asulf, will go one-on-one… with the returning Black Raven Cedric Thornfield!”*
[The crowd erupts in cheers as Asulf’s smug expression falters for a split second before he composes himself. Anarchy smirks, reveling in the crowd’s excitement.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Oh, and Bjorn, just a little advice—you might want to sharpen that axe of yours, because the Black Raven doesn’t take kindly to loudmouths who think they run the show. Good luck tonight—you’re gonna need it!”
[Anarchy drops the mic on the stage and walks off as the fans continue to cheer. Asulf glares after him, his face a mix of anger and determination, as the camera fades to a commercial break.]
Single Match
Union Jack vs. Leo Lewis
Backstage
Not Over
[The scene opens backstage in the bustling corridors of the Stratford Arena. Alexander Hate and Harry Black, collectively known as British Hospitality, are walking side by side with their newly won DW UK Tag Team Championship belts draped over their shoulders. Their faces are lit up with pride as they engage in light banter, soaking in their hard-earned victory from last week.]
Alexander Hate:
“Feels good, doesn’t it? These belts—finally where they belong.”
Harry Black:
“Aye, mate. It’s been a long road, but now we’re at the top. No one’s taking these from us anytime soon.”
[As the two continue down the corridor, the atmosphere suddenly shifts. From out of nowhere, BAM! a chair slams across the back of Harry Black, sending him to the ground. The camera pans quickly to reveal Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, the former champions, ambushing British Hospitality with ruthless aggression.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“Oh, come on! It’s McRae and Blackhart! The former champs are attacking British Hospitality from behind!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“They’re sore losers, Steve! This is disgusting!”
[McRae stomps down viciously on Alexander Hate, who tries to shield himself with his arms. Blackhart pulls Harry Black up by the collar and drives him headfirst into a nearby equipment case. The loud crash echoes through the corridor as Black slumps to the ground.]
Kyle McRae:
“Ye think yer champions now? That was a fluke, lads!”
[McRae grabs one of the championship belts from the floor and smirks, holding it up as if to mock them. Meanwhile, Blackhart grabs Alexander Hate and slams him into the wall before kneeling beside him, getting in his face.]
Angus Blackhart:
“We’re comin’ back for what’s ours. Ye better be ready, because this was just a taste of what’s to come!”
[The two Scotsmen toss the belts onto the fallen bodies of British Hospitality before walking away, leaving a trail of destruction behind them. The camera zooms in on Harry Black and Alexander Hate, groaning in pain, as medics and officials rush to their aid.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“This is absolutely heinous! British Hospitality were just trying to enjoy their moment, and these two thugs couldn’t handle the loss!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“If this is what McRae and Blackhart are willing to do backstage, imagine what they’ll do to get those belts back in the ring!”
[The scene fades out with the crowd booing loudly as medics check on the battered champions.]
Tag Team Match
The Legion vs. The Sovereign
Backstage
Fighting with Friends
[The scene opens backstage in the interview area, where William Smith is standing with a microphone in hand. Beside him is Geoffrey Hobbs, “The Gentleman,” impeccably dressed in his wrestling attire and exuding his usual composed demeanor. The crowd’s buzz filters through the walls, adding an air of anticipation to the interview.]
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Geoffrey Hobbs. Geoffrey, tonight you face Riley Smith in what could be a pivotal match for your career. If you win, you’ll secure a shot at the DW UK Championship, currently held by your good friend, Jonathan Sullivan. The question on everyone’s mind is—are you prepared to step into the ring and fight your friend if it comes to that?”
[Hobbs adjusts the cuffs on his wrist tape, a faint smirk on his face as he chooses his words carefully.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“Ah, William, what a delightful way to kick off this evening’s festivities—with a question designed to stir the pot, as it were. Jonathan Sullivan and I have a bond that few understand. We’ve fought alongside each other, celebrated victories together, and shared the grueling grind that is Dynasty Wrestling. But wrestling, my dear chap, is not a sport for the faint-hearted or the sentimental.”
[Smith leans in slightly, intrigued.]
William Smith:
“So, are you saying you would fight him if you win tonight?”
[Hobbs strokes his chin thoughtfully, his smirk fading into a more serious expression.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“Let me be perfectly clear, William. My focus tonight is on Riley Smith, a competitor who, despite his… questionable antics, is no slouch in the ring. I cannot, and will not, overlook him. As for Jonathan and the championship? Well, should I earn that opportunity, it would be remiss of me to let it slip through my fingers. After all, opportunities like these are the reason we lace up our boots.”
[Smith presses further.]
William Smith:
“But Jonathan is your friend. Wouldn’t that make it difficult?”
[Hobbs lets out a small chuckle, the smirk returning briefly.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“Difficult? Perhaps. Impossible? Never. Jonathan understands, as I do, that the DW UK Championship represents the pinnacle of this division. If I find myself across the ring from him, it will be as competitors—nothing more, nothing less. Friends, yes, but professionals above all.”
[Hobbs straightens his posture, his tone turning slightly sharper.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, William, I have a match to win. Riley Smith may be my opponent tonight, but my resolve? Unbreakable.”
[Hobbs adjusts his jacket lapels and walks off, leaving William Smith to address the camera.]
William Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. Geoffrey Hobbs, focused and determined, with the biggest opportunity of his career on the line tonight. Will he rise to the occasion? Stay tuned to find out!”
[The camera fades to a commercial break as the crowd cheers in anticipation.]
Single Match
Riley Smith vs. Geoffrey Hobbs
Backstage
A Different Ballgame
[The scene opens backstage in the interview area, where William Smith stands with a microphone in hand, looking professional as always. Beside him, dressed in his extravagant designer gear and flashing an arrogant smirk, is “The Essex Pretty Boy” Oliver Harrington. The crowd in the arena showers the segment with loud boos as Harrington adjusts his perfectly styled hair and flashes a smug wink at the camera.]
William Smith:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. Oliver, tonight you’re set to face *‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw* in what promises to be a highly competitive match. What are your thoughts heading into this one-on-one showdown?”*
[Harrington sneers slightly, clearly unimpressed by the question, and takes a moment to inspect his manicured nails before responding.]
Oliver Harrington:
*”Thoughts? Oh, William, darling, let’s get one thing straight. The only thing on my mind is how quickly I can finish this match and get out of this… what do you call it? *Dump.* Honestly, I’m surprised you lot even have electricity in here.”*
[The crowd’s boos grow louder, and Harrington flashes a dazzling grin as if feeding off the negativity.]
Oliver Harrington:
*”Now, as for ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw… let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? I mean, I get it. She’s got a bit of flair, a touch of glam, but stepping into the ring with *me*? That’s a whole different ballgame. I’m not just some run-of-the-mill Essex lad, William—I’m the *Essex Pretty Boy! A level of class, sophistication, and talent she could only dream of reaching.”
William Smith:
“But Oliver, Emily Shaw has proven herself as a formidable competitor. She’s known for her cunning and technical prowess in the ring. Are you underestimating her?”
[Harrington laughs mockingly, shaking his head.]
Oliver Harrington:
*”Underestimating? Oh, bless your heart, William. I’m not underestimating her—I’m just being realistic. Yes, she’s got a bit of skill. Yes, she’s devious, but let’s face it—she’s not *me*. Look at this face, this physique, this charisma. I’m not just another pretty face; I’m the *total package. Emily Shaw can bring all the cunning and technique she wants, but at the end of the day, I’m walking out with the win and probably looking better doing it.”
[Harrington pauses, tilting his sunglasses down slightly to look directly into the camera.]
Oliver Harrington:
“So Emily, sweetheart, if you’re watching—and I know you are—take a good look. Because this is the man who’s about to outshine you in every possible way. And when I do, I’ll still look better than you even after breaking a sweat. See you out there, darling.”
[He gives a cocky wink and slides his sunglasses back up, ignoring the crowd’s boos entirely.]
William Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. Oliver Harrington is confident heading into his match against Emily Shaw tonight. The question is, will that confidence carry him to victory?”
[Harrington adjusts his jacket, smirks one last time for the camera, and walks off, leaving William Smith shaking his head slightly as the scene fades to black.]
Single Match
Emily Shaw vs. Oliver Harrington
Backstage
The Raven Returns Pt.1
[The scene opens backstage in a dimly lit corridor of the Stratford Arena. The camera pans to show several staff members stepping aside nervously as the imposing figure of Cedric Thornfield, the enigmatic “Black Raven,” strides through the hallway. Dressed in his dark, raven-themed cloak and gear, Thornfield’s presence exudes an unsettling aura. The faint sound of his boots echoing against the concrete adds to the ominous atmosphere.]
[The crowd in the arena lets out a mixed reaction of cheers and nervous murmurs as Thornfield continues walking, his eyes fixed ahead, his expression unreadable.]
[DW backstage interviewer William Smith cautiously approaches Thornfield, microphone in hand, clearly uneasy but doing his best to maintain composure.]
William Smith:
“Cedric Thornfield, tonight marks your highly anticipated return to the ring, and it’s happening in the main event against none other than ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf. Can we get a word on how you’re feeling going into this huge match?”
[Thornfield halts, slowly turning his head toward Smith. He stares at the interviewer for an uncomfortably long moment, his dark eyes piercing, before finally speaking in a low, deliberate tone.]
Cedric Thornfield:
*”Feeling, you ask? William, I do not *feel. I observe. I calculate. And tonight, Bjorn Asulf will step into my domain—the shadows. He is a Viking, yes, but even warriors of old fear what they cannot see, what they cannot understand. Tonight, he will understand.”
[Thornfield takes a step closer to Smith, who instinctively takes a step back. The crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“For too long, Asulf has roared his might and demanded his throne. But in the presence of the Raven, all creatures kneel. Tonight, the Viking learns humility. Tonight, darkness prevails.”
[Thornfield slowly lifts his head, his gaze now fixed on the camera, as if addressing Asulf directly.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“Bjorn… prepare yourself. The Black Raven does not swoop. He strikes.”
[With that, Thornfield turns away and resumes his walk toward the entrance curtain. The camera lingers on his back as he disappears into the shadows, his raven insignia catching the dim light. The scene cuts back to William Smith, who exhales sharply, visibly shaken.]
William Smith:
“Well… it seems Cedric Thornfield is more than ready for tonight’s main event. Ladies and gentlemen, don’t go anywhere—’The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf versus ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield is next!”
[The camera fades to black as the crowd in the arena roars in anticipation.]
Single Match
Bjorn Asulf vs. Cedric Thornfield
Backstage
The Raven Returns Pt.1
[The scene opens as Cedric Thornfield, the enigmatic “Black Raven,” stands tall in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory. Bjorn Asulf lies sprawled on the canvas, clutching his ribs in pain after a grueling battle. Thornfield’s dark, piercing eyes scan the crowd as his ominous theme music plays, the audience caught between awe and unease.]
Steve Pringle:
“Cedric Thornfield has returned to Dynasty Wrestling in dominant fashion, and he just took down the Viking! What a statement from the Black Raven!”
Eddie Bates:
“And what an eerie one at that, Steve. There’s something about Thornfield… it’s like he thrives in this unsettling aura. But what’s next for this man? Who—or what—is his real target?”
[Thornfield moves to the center of the ring, spreading his arms wide in his signature raven-like pose as the lights in the arena dim, leaving only a faint spotlight on him. The crowd buzzes with anticipation and uncertainty.]
[Suddenly, the cheers turn to boos as “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson’s music hits the sound system. The Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion steps out onto the stage, the gold title slung over his shoulder. Dressed in his signature leather jacket and jeans, Anderson exudes confidence but also a wary vigilance. The camera captures his stoic expression as he surveys Thornfield from the top of the ramp.]
Steve Pringle:
“Wait a second! Here comes the DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson!”
Eddie Bates:
“Oh, business just picked up, Steve. Anderson’s been stalked for weeks by Thornfield. You’ve got to wonder what’s going through his mind right now, seeing the Raven stand victorious.”
[Thornfield slowly lowers his arms and turns his gaze toward the entrance ramp, locking eyes with Anderson. The two men stand frozen in an unspoken exchange—one in the ring, the other at the top of the stage. The arena crackles with tension as the crowd roars in anticipation of what might happen next.]
[Anderson takes a step forward, adjusting the championship on his shoulder. He raises a microphone, but instead of speaking, he simply stares down at Thornfield, his expression hardening as if daring the Raven to make the first move.]
Steve Pringle:
“What’s this about? Is Anderson here to send a message, or is he just scouting Thornfield after that dominant return?”
Eddie Bates:
“I don’t think Anderson’s the type to just scout. He knows Thornfield has been stalking him, and maybe this is the champion’s way of saying, ‘You want me? Come and get me.’”
[Thornfield tilts his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He gestures subtly toward the championship on Anderson’s shoulder, then spreads his arms wide again, as if to say, “I’m ready.”]
[Anderson smirks back, then nods, clearly understanding Thornfield’s message. He slowly raises the DW Heavyweight Championship high above his head, the crowd erupting into a mix of cheers and boos.]
Steve Pringle:
“Oh, this is getting intense! Anderson knows exactly what Thornfield wants, and he’s not backing down!”
Eddie Bates:
“But let’s not forget—Thornfield doesn’t play by the rules. If I were Anderson, I’d be careful about what I’m inviting here.”
[Anderson lowers the belt, slings it back over his shoulder, and slowly retreats backstage, his eyes never leaving Thornfield. The Black Raven remains in the ring, his smirk fading into a serious, calculating expression as the lights flicker ominously. The camera lingers on Thornfield as the show fades to black, leaving the audience with the chilling image of the Black Raven awaiting his next move.]
Steve Pringle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Black Raven has returned, and Angelo Anderson may be flying right into his web!”
Eddie Bates:
“If these two cross paths, Steve, it’s going to be explosive. Thornfield wants the title—and he’ll stop at nothing to get it!”
[The DW logo flashes on the screen as the show comes to a dramatic close.]
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