DW Clash 52
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
2nd December 2024
[The show opens with a wide shot of the packed Stratford Arena in London. The crowd is buzzing with excitement, holding up signs and cheering as the camera pans across the electrified audience. Pyro explodes on the stage, and the dynamic DW Clash theme music blares through the arena.]
Steve Pringle:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to *Dynasty Wrestling Clash 52! We are live from the iconic Stratford Arena in London, and what a night we have in store for you!”
Eddie Bates:
“That’s right, Steve! Tonight’s lineup is stacked, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. We’re talking championship gold, bitter rivalries, and even a number one contender’s match for the DW UK Championship!”
Steve Pringle:
“In our main event, Geoffrey Hobbs, the gentleman grappler himself, will collide with the cocky and controversial ‘Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. The winner will earn a shot at Jonathan Sullivan and his DW UK Championship!”
Eddie Bates:
*”And speaking of titles, British Hospitality—your new DW UK Tag Team Champions—face an enormous challenge as they defend their gold against *The Ultras, the reigning German Tag Team Champions from Berlin Apex Wrestling. These teams have a heated history, Steve. Tonight, the rivalry reignites!”
Steve Pringle:
“Plus, we’ve got a singles match featuring Bjorn Asulf, ‘The Viking,’ taking on Union Jack. Asulf has been vocal about climbing back to the top, and tonight could be a pivotal moment for him.”
Eddie Bates:
“Don’t forget, Riley Smith will square off against Maxwell Blackwell, and we’ve got an explosive opening match with HyperNova going one-on-one with the gruff Irish brawler Liam O’Donovan.”
Steve Pringle:
“The energy in this arena is absolutely electric! Tonight is going to be unforgettable, so don’t go anywhere. Clash 52 starts right now!”
[The camera zooms in on the ring as HyperNova’s music hits, signaling the beginning of the night’s first match.]
Single Match
HyperNova vs. Liam O’Donovan
Ringside
Consequences
[The bell rings, signaling Liam O’Donovan’s hard-fought victory over HyperNova. The Irish brawler raises his fists in triumph, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. HyperNova, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, clutching his midsection, visibly frustrated at the loss.]
Steve Pringle:
“What a win for Liam O’Donovan! The Irish brawler pulled it off despite HyperNova throwing everything he had at him!”
Eddie Bates:
“But look out, Steve—HyperNova isn’t leaving quietly!”
[As Liam celebrates, Royce Lacroix and Jean Louis Duval, the other members of Legion, appear at ringside. HyperNova nods at them, signaling his displeasure. The crowd’s cheers quickly turn to boos as Lacroix and Duval slide into the ring behind Liam, who is none the wiser.]
Steve Pringle:
“Oh, come on! What is this?!”
Eddie Bates:
“It’s Legion, Steve. They don’t take losses lightly, and Liam O’Donovan is about to pay for it!”
[The duo pounce, blindsiding Liam with clubbing blows to the back. Liam stumbles forward, trying to fight back, but the numbers are too much. Lacroix lands a devastating spinebuster, followed by Duval dropping a series of vicious stomps on the fallen O’Donovan.]
Steve Pringle:
“This is disgraceful! Liam O’Donovan just fought his heart out, and now Legion are picking him apart like vultures!”
Eddie Bates:
“Liam’s tough, but even he can’t fend off all three members of Legion. This is just brutal!”
[HyperNova, having regained his composure, slides back into the ring. With a sneer, he grabs Liam and plants him with a picture-perfect brainbuster. The crowd erupts into loud boos as Legion stands tall over the battered O’Donovan.]
Steve Pringle:
“This is sickening! HyperNova already lost fair and square—what’s the point of this?”
Eddie Bates:
“The point, Steve, is that Legion doesn’t take humiliation lightly. They’re sending a message, and Liam O’Donovan is the unfortunate recipient!”
[Royce Lacroix picks up a microphone, glaring at the jeering crowd as Duval and HyperNova stand menacingly over Liam.]
Royce Lacroix:
“You think this Irish mutt stands a chance against Legion? This is what happens when you cross us. No one—NO ONE—embarrasses us and walks away unscathed!”
[The crowd boos even louder, chanting for security. As Lacroix tosses the microphone aside, the three members of Legion exit the ring, smugly soaking in the hostile reaction as they head up the ramp. Medics rush to the ring to check on Liam.]
Steve Pringle:
“Liam O’Donovan may have won the battle, but Legion just made it very clear—they’re out for war.”
Eddie Bates:
“If I know Liam, he’s not going to let this slide. But how do you fight back against a united front like Legion?”
[The camera lingers on Liam, who is slowly being helped to his feet, his face a mix of pain and determination, as the scene fades to a commercial break.]
Backstage
A Rivalry Renewed
[The scene opens in the parking lot of the Stratford Arena. A sleek black SUV pulls up, and the crowd in the arena buzzes with anticipation as the camera focuses on the vehicle. The door swings open, and out step the German Tag Team Champions, “The Ultras”—Jürgen “The Enforcer” Köhler and Axel “The Bruiser” Schmidt. Dressed in their leather jackets with the Berlin Apex Wrestling logo emblazoned on the back, they each carry their titles slung over their shoulders.]
Steve Pringle (voiceover):
“And here they are, Eddie—the reigning German Tag Team Champions, the Ultras! Köhler and Schmidt have arrived, and they look ready to make an impact tonight!”
Eddie Bates (voiceover):
“These two are as dangerous as they come, Steve. British Hospitality might have the home advantage, but the Ultras are here to remind them why they’ve dominated the German tag scene for years.”
[Köhler slams the door shut and adjusts his championship belt. Schmidt cracks his neck and glances at the camera with an intimidating sneer.]
Axel Schmidt:
“So this is Dynasty Wrestling these days, huh? Nice place. But after tonight, they’ll remember the names Köhler and Schmidt.”
Jürgen Köhler:
*”British Hospitality thinks they’re the best tag team in the UK? Let’s see how they handle *real* champions. We’ve crushed rivals across Europe. Tonight, London is just another city, and British Hospitality are just another team in our way.”*
[The pair begin walking toward the entrance, their footsteps echoing in the corridor as staff and crew members part ways to avoid their imposing presence. William Smith nervously approaches them, microphone in hand.]
William Smith:
“Jürgen, Axel, tonight you face British Hospitality for the DW UK Tag Team Championships. Any final thoughts before this high-stakes match?”
[Schmidt scoffs and looks at Köhler, who steps closer to the microphone.]
Jürgen Köhler:
*”Final thoughts? We don’t have ‘final thoughts.’ We have goals. And our goal tonight is simple—dominate, dismantle, and walk out with more gold. British Hospitality, prepare yourselves. This isn’t just a match. It’s an *Ultras* takeover.”*
[Schmidt smirks, leaning into the microphone.]
Axel Schmidt:
“Hope you polished those belts, lads. They’ll look much better on us.”
[The Ultras exchange a fist bump before turning away, heading toward the locker rooms with a swagger that exudes confidence. The camera lingers on their backs as the crowd in the arena boos at their arrogance.]
Steve Pringle (voiceover):
“The Ultras are as confident as ever, Eddie, but British Hospitality won’t back down. This is going to be a war for the DW UK Tag Team Championships!”
Eddie Bates (voiceover):
“War, indeed, Steve. Two of the best tag teams in Europe colliding tonight. I can’t wait to see who comes out on top!”
[The camera cuts back to the ring as the scene transitions.]
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
British Hospitality (c) vs. The Ultras
Backstage
Back of the Line
[The scene opens in General Manager Matt Anarchy’s chaotic office. Papers are scattered across the desk, and the GM, dressed in his signature leather jacket and bandana, is talking on the phone. Suddenly, the door bursts open, slamming against the wall. In storms Bjorn Asulf, “The Viking,” still dressed in his gear, his face red with fury.]
Matt Anarchy (startled, into the phone):
“Gotta call you back.”
[He hangs up and glares at Asulf.]
“Bjorn! I appreciate the dramatic entrance, but maybe next time try knocking.”
Bjorn Asulf (growling):
“Enough jokes, Anarchy. I deserve better than this!”
Matt Anarchy (leaning back in his chair, feigning calm):
“Oh? And what exactly is your problem, Bjorn?”
Bjorn Asulf (slamming his hands on the desk):
*”You booked me against *Union Jack*! A joke of an opponent! I am a former DW Heavyweight Champion. A *warrior! And you insult me with this nonsense?!”
Matt Anarchy (raising an eyebrow):
“Insult you? Bjorn, let me remind you of a little something. Last week, you faced Cedric Thornfield. The big return. The spotlight was on you. And what happened?”
Bjorn Asulf (gritting his teeth):
“I lost. But—”
Matt Anarchy (interrupting, pointing a finger):
*”You lost. And when you lose, Bjorn, you go to the back of the line. That’s how things work here in Dynasty Wrestling. You don’t get handed opportunities—you *earn* them.”*
Bjorn Asulf (leaning closer, his voice low and dangerous):
*”You think someone like *Union Jack* earns me anything? You’re wasting my time.”*
Matt Anarchy (standing up, his voice rising to match Asulf’s):
*”No, Bjorn! You’re wasting *my* time! You think you’re the only guy around here who wants to be at the top? Get over yourself. You don’t like Union Jack? Beat him. Prove you’re still the Viking everyone fears. Until then, you’re at my mercy, and my decision is final!”*
[The tension hangs thick in the air as Asulf glares at Anarchy, his chest heaving. Anarchy crosses his arms, staring him down without flinching.]
Bjorn Asulf (after a long pause, pointing at Anarchy):
“This isn’t over, Anarchy. You’ll regret treating me like this.”
Matt Anarchy (with a smirk):
“You’re welcome to try, Viking. But remember: actions speak louder than words. Now, unless you’ve got something else to break in here, get out of my office.”
[Asulf growls in frustration, turning on his heel and storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Anarchy shakes his head and sits back down, smirking to himself.]
Matt Anarchy (to himself):
“He wants to prove himself? Let’s see if he’s still got it.”
[The camera fades as the sound of Asulf’s heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway.]
Single Match
Riley Smith vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Backstage
What the Gentlemen is Made of
[The scene opens in the backstage locker room. Geoffrey Hobbs, “The Gentleman,” is lacing up his boots, a focused yet calm expression on his face. The camera pans out to reveal Jonathan Sullivan, the DW UK Champion, walking in with his title draped over his shoulder.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Hobbs, mate, you ready for this?”
Geoffrey Hobbs (glancing up with a slight smile):
“I was born ready, Jonathan. But tonight, it’s not about being ready—it’s about being better. Harrington’s slippery, but I’m not letting him stop me from earning my shot.”
Jonathan Sullivan (nodding):
“I hear you. Harrington’s a weasel, though, and you know he’s not above pulling some cheap stunt to try and steal this. I just want you to know, if he tries anything funny out there, I’ll have your back. You’ve got my word on that.”
[Hobbs pauses, looking up at Sullivan with a thoughtful expression before standing up. He places a hand on Sullivan’s shoulder.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“I appreciate that, Jonathan. Truly. But this match? This isn’t just about earning a title shot. It’s about proving I deserve to stand across the ring from you. If I need help to win tonight, then I won’t be able to look you in the eye when we finally face off.”
[Sullivan raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Hobbs’ words.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“I respect that, Hobbs. But just so you know—Harrington’s dirty tricks won’t change how much I want to face you one-on-one. You’ve earned that much already in my book.”
Geoffrey Hobbs (smirking slightly):
*”That’s kind of you to say, but I’m not after *kindness. I’m after competition. So tonight, let me handle Harrington on my own. If I can’t beat him without help, then I don’t deserve to call myself the number one contender.”
[Sullivan chuckles and claps Hobbs on the shoulder.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Fair enough, mate. But if things get too messy out there, don’t be afraid to call for backup. You know where to find me.”
Geoffrey Hobbs (grinning):
“Noted. Now, go enjoy the rest of the show, and leave Harrington to me. I’ve got this.”
[The two shake hands, and Sullivan nods one last time before exiting the room. The camera lingers on Hobbs as he takes a deep breath, adjusts his wrist tape, and stares intently at the locker room mirror.]
Geoffrey Hobbs (to himself):
“Time to show them what the Gentleman’s made of.”
[The scene fades out as Hobbs picks up his signature jacket and slings it over his shoulder, heading toward the gorilla position.]
Single Match
Bjorn Asulf vs. Union Jack
Backstage
Not Tonight
[The scene opens in the parking lot of the Stratford Arena. Alexander Hate and Harry Black, the DW UK Tag Team Champions and collectively known as British Hospitality, are walking towards their car, still dressed in their ring gear and carrying their newly retained title belts. Their expressions are a mix of exhaustion and triumph after their grueling match against the Ultras earlier in the evening.]
Alexander Hate (smirking):
“Not a bad night’s work, eh? Another couple of bruisers put in their place.”
Harry Black (grinning):
“And we’re still the champs. Cheers to that!”
[As they near their car, a sudden shout cuts through the air.]
Voice (off-screen):
“Oi! You think you’re getting off that easy?”
[The camera pans to reveal Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, the former champions, storming into the parking lot. Their faces are twisted with anger, and they look ready for a fight.]
Kyle McRae:
“You might’ve dodged us tonight, but don’t think we’ve forgotten what you pulled last week!”
Harry Black (stepping forward):
*”Dodged? You mean when we took *your* titles and showed you two mugs what real champions look like?”*
Angus Blackhart (snarling):
“You’re just lucky there’s no ring here, or we’d take them right back now!”
[The tension escalates as the two teams start to close the distance, their words becoming more heated. Security guards and Matt Anarchy himself rush onto the scene, stepping between the four men before things can get physical.]
Matt Anarchy (holding up his hands):
*”Alright, *enough!* You lot want to tear each other apart? Fine, but not here and not tonight!”*
[The security guards form a barrier between the two teams, pushing them back as they shout over each other.]
Alexander Hate (mocking):
“What’s the matter, Anarchy? Afraid your precious parking lot will get wrecked?”
Angus Blackhart (lunging forward but held back by security):
“Keep talking, Hate! You won’t be so cocky when we smash your faces in!”
Matt Anarchy (yelling):
*”I said *enough!* Now listen up! Next week, you’ll settle this in the ring. No sneak attacks, no parking lot brawls—a proper match! But if either of you so much as throws a punch tonight, you’ll both be suspended, and nobody’s getting a title shot. Got it?”*
[The two teams glare at each other but reluctantly nod. Anarchy looks at the security guards.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Make sure these four don’t cross paths again until next week. And boys, don’t make me regret giving you this shot.”
[British Hospitality smirks smugly as they get into their car, Alexander Hate blowing a mock kiss toward McRae and Blackhart. The former champions glower but hold back as security keeps them in check.]
Kyle McRae (gritting his teeth):
“Next week, those belts are coming home.”
[The camera focuses on the intense standoff as the scene fades to black.]
DW UK Championship #1 Contenders Match
Geoffrey Hobbs vs. Oliver Harrington
Ringside
Collision Course
[The Stratford Arena is filled with a mix of boos and anticipation as the theme music of the DW Heavyweight Champion, “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson, hits the speakers. The arrogant champion makes his way to the ring, his title slung over his shoulder. His trademark smirk is absent tonight, replaced by a look of frustration and determination. He grabs a microphone and paces the ring as the crowd continues to jeer him.]
Angelo Anderson:
*”Alright, enough of this crap. For weeks, I’ve had to put up with the shadows, the symbols, the lights going out. And I’m done. I’m the champ! *The* champ. I don’t play games; I end them!”*
[The boos grow louder, but Anderson waves them off.]
Angelo Anderson:
*”So, Thornfield, you’ve been lurking in the dark long enough. Let’s bring this to the light. I’m throwing down the challenge—me and you, one-on-one, at *Collision Course* on December 30th. No more hiding. No more stalking. Show up, face me like a man, and let’s settle this!”*
[The crowd roars, some chanting for Thornfield. Anderson scans the arena, waiting for a response. The lights suddenly flicker, and the eerie, ominous symbol of the Black Raven appears on the screen. The crowd erupts as the haunting theme music of Cedric Thornfield begins to play. The arena plunges into darkness, save for a single spotlight on the entrance ramp.]
[Thornfield steps out of the shadows, his dark, enigmatic presence sending chills through the crowd. Dressed in his long, black coat with his signature raven mask, he slowly removes it, revealing a piercing glare. He carries a microphone as he makes his way to the ring, the crowd hanging on his every move. Thornfield climbs into the ring and stands face-to-face with Anderson, his calm intensity a sharp contrast to Anderson’s fiery frustration.]
Cedric Thornfield (coldly):
“You finally speak with honesty, Anderson. You’re afraid. Not of the dark… but of what awaits you within it.”
[The crowd pops as Anderson sneers, clutching his championship tighter.]
Cedric Thornfield:
*”But I accept your challenge. One-on-one, face-to-face, at *Collision Course. But I have one condition.”
[Anderson raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed but intrigued.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Name it.”
Cedric Thornfield:
“That title you cling to so desperately… it will be on the line. I want your reign to end at my hands. And when I leave you broken, the darkness will finally consume the light.”
[The crowd erupts in cheers and chants of “Thornfield! Thornfield!” Anderson looks around the arena, the weight of the challenge sinking in. After a moment, he lifts the microphone again.]
Angelo Anderson (smirking, but with a hint of unease):
*”You want a shot at *my* title? Fine. But understand this—at Collision Course, your little spooky act ends. And when I pin you in the middle of this ring, the only thing consuming you will be failure.“*
[Thornfield smirks slightly, unfazed by Anderson’s bravado. He steps closer, almost nose-to-nose with the champion, before whispering into the microphone.]
Cedric Thornfield (low and menacing):
“We’ll see who truly breaks… champ.”
[The lights flicker again, and when they come back on fully, Thornfield is gone, leaving Anderson alone in the ring, looking rattled despite his confident words. The crowd is electric as the show ends with Anderson staring at the championship in his hands, a shadow of doubt creeping across his face.]
[The screen fades to black as the DW logo appears, signaling the end of the show.]
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