DW Clash 53
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
9th December 2024
[The camera pans across the packed Stratford Arena, filled with anticipation as the crowd roars in excitement. The lights shine brightly in the arena, reflecting off the shimmering gold of the DW logo on the screen. The theme music of DW Clash blares through the speakers, hyping up the fans for tonight’s show.]
Steve Pringle:
*”Welcome, everyone, to *DW Clash 53* live from the historic Stratford Arena in East London! We’ve got an electric night ahead of us as the action heats up and the stakes get higher. I’m Steve Pringle, joined by my partner in crime, Eddie Bates!”*
Eddie Bates:
“Thanks, Steve! This place is buzzing, and who can blame them? Tonight, we have a main event that has everyone talking—the DW UK Tag Team Champions, British Hospitality, are set to put their titles on the line against former champions Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart. It’s a clash of titans, and the question on everyone’s mind: can British Hospitality continue their reign, or will we see a change in the gold’s possession?”
Steve Pringle:
*”And that’s not all, Eddie. We’re also on the edge of our seats waiting to see how the mind games between the DW Heavyweight Champion *Unbreakable* Angelo Anderson and the mysterious Black Raven Cedric Thornfield continue to unfold. Anderson has been in full control of his reign, but Thornfield has made it clear he wants that championship. Tonight’s fallout could change everything.”*
Eddie Bates:
“Absolutely, Steve. Thornfield’s psychological warfare has rattled Anderson to the core. It’s more than just a championship—it’s about pride, dominance, and who will emerge as the true master of mind and muscle.”
Steve Pringle:
*”With so much on the line, tonight’s show promises to be unforgettable. Buckle up, folks! *DW Clash 53* is about to kick off, and we’re starting strong. Let’s head to ringside for our first match of the night!”*
[The camera zooms out as the crowd cheers, the lights flash with excitement, and the first match is ready to begin. The anticipation is palpable as the show transitions into the opening bout.]
Backstage
A Statement
[The scene opens backstage at the Stratford Arena. The sound of bustling crew members and fans cheering in the distance fills the air. The camera focuses on Alexander Hate and Harry Black, the DW UK Tag Team Champions, as they make their way down the corridor, their championship belts glinting under the fluorescent lights.]
Alexander Hate (with a determined expression):
“Tonight isn’t just another defense, Harry. This is a statement. We’ve fought tooth and nail to get these belts, and no one’s taking them from us tonight.”
Harry Black (grins confidently, adjusting his championship belt over his shoulder):
“You’re damn right, Alex. We’ve been on the grind, day in and day out. We’ve earned every bit of that gold, and when that bell rings, we’re making sure everyone remembers why British Hospitality are the champions.”
Alexander Hate (pauses and looks around, his eyes fierce):
“Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart want their shot, but they’re not ready for what we’ve got tonight. This is our house, our time. We’re not going back to being the hunters. We’re the ones calling the shots now.”
Harry Black (nods in agreement, clenching his fists):
“Let them come. We’ll defend these titles with everything we’ve got. Tonight, they find out why British Hospitality is more than just a name; it’s a legacy.”
[The duo shares a look of unwavering resolve before walking off into the arena, ready to face the challenge ahead. The camera pans out as the tension in the air rises, the crowd’s anticipation growing louder for the championship match.]
Single Match
Liam O’Donovan vs. Royce Lacroix
Ringside
It Continues
[The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupts in cheers as Liam O’Donovan stands victorious in the ring, breathing heavily with a look of defiance in his eyes. The Irish brawler raises his arm in triumph, taking in the roar of the audience. Suddenly, the cheers turn to boos as Legion’s music hits and they roll into the ring.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Oh, here we go again! Legion are about to cause chaos, and O’Donovan is in no condition to fight back!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“This is disgraceful! O’Donovan just earned himself a hard-fought victory, and now Legion are trying to take that away from him. They’ve got numbers, and they’re using them!”
[Jean Louis Duval and HyperNova slide into the ring, their faces twisted with rage. They surround O’Donovan, who stands his ground but is clearly outnumbered. Duval sneers, shouting insults in French as HyperNova lunges at O’Donovan, hitting him with a brutal forearm to the back. The Irishman stumbles forward, but before he can recover, Duval slaps him across the face, a vicious grin spreading across his face.]
Steve Pringle:
“This is disgusting! O’Donovan just won that match fair and square, and now they’re humiliating him!”
[HyperNova grabs O’Donovan by the hair, lifting him up and shoving him into the corner. Duval and HyperNova start to pummel him with punches and kicks, showing no regard for the official or the crowd’s reaction. The arena is filled with jeers and chants of “Let him go!” as the audience watches in disbelief.]
Eddie Bates:
“Someone needs to stop this! O’Donovan needs help, and fast!”
[As O’Donovan fights to stay conscious, the camera cuts to the outside where Legion’s third member, Royce Lacroix, is pacing back and forth, smirking at the mayhem in the ring. Duval and HyperNova continue their assault without interruption, taking full advantage of their numbers and O’Donovan’s weakened state.]
Steve Pringle:
“There’s no one here to help O’Donovan—this is a brutal display of dominance from Legion. They’re proving they can strike anytime, anywhere.”
[The camera focuses on O’Donovan, who’s being held up by HyperNova as Duval lines up for one final blow. The crowd boos louder than ever, demanding justice as O’Donovan falls to his knees, barely able to stay upright.]
Eddie Bates:
“This is sickening. O’Donovan fought hard, and now he’s left to suffer alone at the hands of Legion.”
[The scene fades out with Legion standing tall over the fallen O’Donovan, the sound of the crowd’s frustration echoing throughout the arena.]
Backstage
Blood on Your Hands
[The camera cuts to the dimly lit office of General Manager Matt Anarchy. The room is cluttered with papers and championship belts, a testament to the chaos of running Dynasty Wrestling. Anarchy is seated at his desk, reviewing the evening’s match card when the door bursts open, slamming against the wall.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Well, it looks like ‘the Viking’ is on a warpath tonight. I don’t think Matt Anarchy is going to have a moment’s peace with Asulf in the room.”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“And judging by the look on Asulf’s face, he’s not here to make small talk. This could get ugly.”
[Bjorn Asulf storms into the office, eyes blazing with fury as he slams his fists on Anarchy’s desk. The GM, unfazed, leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at the towering Viking.]
Bjorn Asulf (snarling):
“Why, Anarchy? Why am I stuck facing someone like Leo Lewis tonight? I deserve more than this. I should be climbing the ranks, not wasting my time with the likes of him!”
[Anarchy’s lips twitch into a smirk as he sets down the match card and meets Asulf’s glare.]
Matt Anarchy (calmly):
“Well, Bjorn, that’s what happens when you lose. You go back to the end of the line, and you work your way up. Tonight, you face Leo Lewis. It’s a chance to show that you’re still worthy of the attention you so desperately crave.”
[Asulf’s nostrils flare, and his hands ball into fists as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Tonight, Leo Lewis’s blood will be on your hands, Anarchy. Mark my words.”
[Anarchy’s smirk fades slightly, but he doesn’t break eye contact with the Viking.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Well, I guess we’ll see what you’re made of, Bjorn. But remember this: no one is forcing you to stay in this business if you can’t handle the consequences.”
[Asulf’s eyes narrow, his jaw clenched tight as he slowly straightens up. The room feels colder as he steps back, a low chuckle escaping his lips.]
Bjorn Asulf (darkly):
“Oh, I’m more than capable of handling it, Anarchy. But you’re the one who’ll pay the price when I start taking what’s mine.”
[Asulf turns on his heel and strides out of the office, leaving the door swinging and Anarchy staring after him, a mixture of concern and intrigue crossing his face.]
Steve Pringle:
“Looks like tonight, we might be in for a storm, Eddie. And Leo Lewis could be the first casualty.”
Eddie Bates:
“I don’t think anyone’s safe when Bjorn Asulf is this angry. This could get very dangerous, very fast.”
[The scene cuts away as Anarchy leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.]
Single Match
Emily Shaw vs. Kandi Sparks
Backstage
Don’t Blink
[The camera fades in to the backstage area, where William Smith is standing with a microphone in hand. He’s ready for an interview, and in front of him stands the DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. Dressed in a tailored suit that accentuates his powerful build, Anderson’s eyes gleam with confidence and a hint of arrogance. He tilts his head slightly, smirking as he looks at Smith.]
William Smith (with a hint of anticipation):
“I’m here with the reigning DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. Angelo, it’s been an eventful few weeks with ‘the Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield playing mind games with you. What’s your response to him and the challenge he’s laid out for you at the Collision Course PPV?”
[Anderson’s smirk widens into a confident grin. He steps forward, towering over Smith, his presence dominating the space.]
Angelo Anderson (with a voice that demands attention):
“Mind games, huh? Thornfield can try and play all the tricks he wants. He can hide in the shadows, send cryptic messages, and make his presence felt from a distance. But come Collision Course, there’s nowhere for him to run. It’s just me and him, one on one, in that ring. And that’s where I get my business done, where I show him what ‘Unbreakable’ really means.”
[Anderson’s eyes narrow, and the tone of his voice becomes colder, sharper, as he continues.]
Angelo Anderson:
“He wants to test my resolve? He wants to see how far I’ll go? Well, I’ll tell you this, William — he’s about to find out just how deep I’ll dig to defend this title. This isn’t a game to me. This is my legacy. And at Collision Course, I’m going to make sure he remembers that.”
[Smith nods, slightly intimidated by the intensity in Anderson’s eyes. Anderson’s smile returns, but there’s no warmth in it — just the promise of unyielding power.]
William Smith:
“Strong words, Angelo. It seems the stage is set for a showdown unlike any other. Thank you for your time.”
[Anderson leans forward, lowering his voice to a whisper that only Smith can hear.]
Angelo Anderson (with a smile that’s anything but friendly):
“Don’t blink, William. It’ll be the last thing you’ll want to miss.”
[The camera pans out as Anderson turns and walks away, his heavy footsteps echoing through the corridor, leaving an air of anticipation hanging in the air.]
Single Match
Bjorn Asulf vs. Leo Lewis
Ringside
Competition
[The camera cuts to the ring where Bjorn Asulf stands tall, having just defeated Leo Lewis in a decisive match. The crowd’s boos echo through the Stratford Arena as Asulf smirks, the glint in his eye showing that he’s not finished. He drags Lewis to his feet by the hair, landing a brutal knee to the midsection before tossing him back down to the mat with a fierce slam. The fans’ jeers grow louder, calling for someone to stop the assault.]
[Asulf roars, grabbing a microphone and glaring out at the crowd, a wicked smile spreading across his face.]
Bjorn Asulf (with a cold, mocking laugh):
“This is what happens when you put me in the ring with people who don’t belong here. I’m the Viking, the man who should be at the top of this company, and instead, I’m fighting nothing but scrubs! I want competition, I want to be challenged, and this? This was an insult.”
[The crowd erupts into cheers as the familiar theme music of Matt Anarchy hits, and the General Manager strides down to the top of the entrance ramp, a determined look on his face. He’s dressed in his signature suit, the confidence and authority of a man who has seen it all and won it all in the wrestling world.]
Matt Anarchy (raising his voice to be heard over the crowd):
“Bjorn, enough is enough. You’ve made your point. This behavior stops now.”
[Asulf’s expression shifts from smug to furious, the veins in his neck popping as he clenches the microphone tighter.]
Bjorn Asulf (sneering, pointing a finger at Anarchy):
“No, Matt! This is your fault! I’m not going to waste my time with opponents who can’t keep up with me. If you want me to stop, then start giving me competition worthy of the Viking.”
[The fans cheer louder, chanting “Anarchy! Anarchy!” as they rally behind their beloved GM. Anarchy steps forward, eyes locked on Asulf, his expression resolute.]
Matt Anarchy (with a steely edge):
“You think you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to be at the top? I was the first ever DW Heavyweight Champion, and I’ve fought and defeated the best in this business. You want competition? You’ll get it, but it will be on my terms. You want a match that will test you? I’ll find it for you. But you’ll show respect to the people in this ring and to the fans who paid to see it!”
[The crowd roars their approval, chanting “Anarchy! Anarchy!” as Asulf’s face turns a deep shade of red with rage.]
Bjorn Asulf (eyes blazing, voice dripping with venom):
“Fine, Matt. But remember, when I’m done with whoever you put in front of me, the blood is on your hands.”
[Anarchy smirks, unfazed by the threat. He raises his hand to the crowd, who respond with deafening cheers, before turning and walking back up the ramp, eyes still locked on Asulf as he seethes in the ring.]
[The camera pans to Asulf, who throws the microphone down in frustration, then glares out at the crowd, the tension palpable as the show cuts to commercial.]
Backstage
A Test of Friendship
[The scene opens in the dimly lit backstage area of the Stratford Arena. The camera focuses on William Smith, holding a microphone as he stands in front of ‘the Gentlemen’ Geoffrey Hobbs, who is adjusting the cuffs of his tailored jacket. Hobbs looks calm, but there’s a glimmer of intensity in his eyes as he prepares to answer the pressing questions about his upcoming challenge.]
William Smith:
“Geoffrey, you’ve been confirmed as the #1 contender for the DW UK Championship, which means you’ll be facing your close friend, Jonathan Sullivan, at Collision Course. This is a match that not only tests your wrestling skills but also your friendship. Can you tell us how you’re preparing for this moment?”
[Hobbs takes a deep breath, his expression shifting between determination and a hint of melancholy.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“William, this is one of the most difficult situations I’ve ever found myself in. Jonathan Sullivan is not just a champion; he’s been a friend. But as much as I respect him, when that bell rings at Collision Course, it will be about more than friendship. It’s about the pursuit of greatness, the opportunity to make my mark, to be the best version of myself in this ring.”
[Smith nods, understanding the weight of Hobbs’ words. He presses on with the question that’s on everyone’s mind.]
William Smith:
“So, with everything on the line, do you think you can separate your friendship from the fight? Can you stay friends with the title on the line?”
[Hobbs’ eyes narrow, and a small, knowing smile crosses his lips as he runs a hand over his neatly styled hair.]
Geoffrey Hobbs:
*”That’s the real question, isn’t it? I’m not going to lie, William; it’s going to be tough. We’ve trained together, shared stories, and even shared victories. But at Collision Course, we’ll step into that ring as competitors. No matter how close we are, when that match begins, it will be about who can push the hardest, who can stand the longest, and who can fight without hesitation.
Jonathan knows what I’m about; he knows that I’m here to win. And I know that, deep down, he’ll give me everything he’s got because he’s not just a champion in name—he’s a true warrior. If we’re meant to stay friends after that, then we will. If not, then I’ll respect that too. But come December 30th, only one of us walks out with the gold, and I intend to be that man.”*
[Smith’s eyes widen slightly at Hobbs’ resolve, sensing the depth of his conviction.]
William Smith:
“Strong words, Geoffrey. It looks like we’re in for a match that will define not just careers, but legacies. Thank you for your time, and good luck at Collision Course.”
[Hobbs offers a small nod and a determined smile, the air thick with anticipation as the camera fades out.]
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Riley Smith
Backstage
The Games Begin
[The scene opens in a dimly lit, shadow-filled room. A single candle flickers in the corner, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Sitting in a high-backed chair shrouded in darkness, ‘the Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield leans forward, his eyes glinting with a cold, unsettling focus as he speaks into the camera.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“Angelo Anderson… Unbreakable. You stand as the DW Heavyweight Champion, a man who has built his reign on power, on intimidation, on force. You’ve let your strength speak for you, and it’s served you well. But now, the time for talk is over, and the real game begins. Collision Course is not just another night. It’s the night when your reign, your legacy, will come to an end.”
[Thornfield pauses, a sinister smirk playing on his lips as the flickering light illuminates the sharp lines of his face.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“You’ve seen me in the shadows, Angelo. You’ve felt my presence haunting you, a specter waiting for the right moment. That moment is here. I don’t need to play your mind games or show you false bravado. I’ve prepared for this, and I know what I’m capable of. The Raven does not hunt for prey—he is the predator, the storm that brings chaos where there was once peace.”
[He leans back, the chair creaking under his weight as his gaze pierces through the camera lens.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“At Collision Course, you will face me not as a man who relies solely on his might, but as a force that knows how to dismantle, to conquer, to claim what is rightfully his. The championship you hold will be torn from your hands, and I will stand over you as your rightful successor. You may be ‘Unbreakable,’ Angelo, but I am the Raven—and even the strongest falter when the darkness comes for them.”
[The candle flickers, casting one final shadow across Thornfield’s face as the scene fades to black.]
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
British Hospitality vs. Kyle McRae & Angus Blackhart
Ringside
#ANDSTILL
[The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. The fans erupt in cheers as British Hospitality (Alexander Hate & Harry Black) stand victorious in the ring, their DW UK Tag Team Championship belts gleaming under the arena lights. The duo raises their belts high in triumph, basking in the adulation of the crowd, their faces beaming with pride and relief.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“What a match, Eddie! British Hospitality have done it again, defending their championships against the formidable team of Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“The fans are on their feet, and rightfully so! These two teams left it all in the ring tonight, but British Hospitality proved why they’re the champions!”
[In the ring, Alexander Hate and Harry Black share a moment of camaraderie, slapping each other on the back and shouting to the crowd in celebration. The energy is electric as the arena buzzes with excitement, chants of “British Hospitality!” echoing through the venue.]
[Suddenly, the camera shifts to the defeated team, Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart. The former champions stand in the middle of the ring, stunned and disappointed. McRae’s face is flushed with frustration, while Blackhart clenches his fists, his jaw tight as he struggles to accept the loss.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Look at the expressions on McRae and Blackhart’s faces, Eddie. This loss is going to sting for them, especially after the reign they once held.”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“You can feel the tension in the air. It’s clear that this isn’t over between these two teams. British Hospitality may have won tonight, but there’s no telling what’s next for these rivals.”
[As British Hospitality celebrates, Kyle McRae grabs a microphone from ringside. The crowd quiets down as he steps forward, a scowl etched onto his face.]
Kyle McRae:
“We don’t take losses lightly, and tonight, we were pushed to the edge. But let me make one thing clear: this isn’t the end. British Hospitality, you may have won this battle, but we’re coming for you. The gold isn’t yours to keep forever. We’re going to make sure of that.”
[The fans erupt into a mix of cheers and boos as McRae drops the microphone and walks out of the ring with Blackhart, their heads held high but their eyes burning with a renewed determination.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“The challenge has been laid down, Eddie. It looks like the rivalry between British Hospitality and McRae & Blackhart is far from over!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“That’s right, Steve. If tonight is any indication, we’re in for even more intense battles in the weeks to come!”
[The show closes with British Hospitality celebrating in the ring, the fans cheering them on as the camera pans out, capturing the tension between the two teams and leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.]
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