DW Clash 56
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
6th January 2025
[The camera cuts to the packed Stratford Arena, where fans are chanting excitedly, ready for the first show of 2025. The atmosphere is electric as the camera pans around the arena, showing excited faces and holding up signs, all eager for the first Clash of the year. The energy in the building is palpable as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
[The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates are sitting, both wearing big smiles and full of energy as they prepare to kick off the show.]
Steve Pringle:
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to DW Clash 56, live from the iconic Stratford Arena here in London, England! We’re kicking off 2025 with a bang, and what a night we have in store for you all tonight. I’m Steve Pringle, and joining me as always is the ever-excited, Eddie Bates!”
Eddie Bates:
“That’s right, Steve! We’ve just come off the back of an incredible Collision Course PPV last week, and with the new year underway, there’s no telling what’s going to happen tonight! The road to the next big event has begun, and with no matches officially confirmed for tonight’s show, we are in for a wild ride!”
Steve Pringle:
“Absolutely, Eddie. After last week’s Collision Course, we’ve seen some major developments—new champions, huge rivalries intensifying, and surprises all around! And now we’re here to see where this year is headed for Dynasty Wrestling.”
Eddie Bates:
“That’s right! We’re all wondering what’s next for the champions, what’s next for the contenders, and who will be making waves in 2025. Whether you were cheering for Angelo Anderson or Cedric Thornfield in that epic DW Heavyweight Championship match last week, there’s no doubt we’re in for a huge year ahead!”
Steve Pringle:
“We sure are, Eddie. The excitement is high, the stakes are higher, and we can’t wait to see how everything unfolds here tonight. So let’s not waste any more time, folks, because we’re just getting started! This is DW Clash 56, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network, and we are just moments away from what will surely be another unforgettable show!”
Eddie Bates:
“We’re ready, Steve! And so are the fans! Let’s get this party started!”
[The camera cuts to the live crowd, who cheer loudly in anticipation of the action to come.]
[The show’s music hits as the camera zooms out, fading to black, ready for the first action of the night.]
[End of Intro]
Backstage
Just the Beginning
[Backstage segment begins. The camera shows GM Matt Anarchy standing near the entrance of the arena backstage, looking focused and waiting for someone to arrive. The atmosphere is tense, with Anarchy standing with his arms folded, scanning the area.]
[Interviewer William Smith approaches, microphone in hand, eager to get some answers.]
William Smith:
“Matt, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been standing here for a while now. Can I ask who you’re waiting for?”
[Anarchy turns to face Smith, a slight grin on his face.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Ah, William. Good to see you. Well, tonight, we’re ushering in a new era of Dynasty Wrestling. We’ve seen the impact that Eero Koskinen has already had in such a short time, but trust me, that’s just the beginning. There are more talented superstars on the way, and tonight, we’re about to see the first glimpse of what’s to come.”
William Smith:
“A new era, huh? That sounds exciting! Who exactly should we be keeping an eye on, Matt?”
**[Just then, the sound of a car pulling into the parking lot echoes through the backstage area. The camera zooms in as the door opens, and **Rhys Morgan, the high-flying Welsh wrestler, steps out of the car, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Anarchy’s face lights up as he watches Morgan approach.]
Matt Anarchy:
“Ah, speak of the devil… Rhys Morgan, the Welsh sensation! One of the most exciting high-flyers to come out of Europe, and I’m proud to say he’s now part of the Dynasty Wrestling roster. Get ready, William, this kid is going to turn some heads.”
[Rhys Morgan walks up to Anarchy and Smith, looking confident but humble. He extends a hand to Anarchy.]
Rhys Morgan:
“Matt, good to see you! I’m ready to show the fans what I can do. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m here now.”
Matt Anarchy:
“Welcome to Dynasty Wrestling, Rhys! I’ve seen what you can do in the ring, and I know the fans are going to love what’s in store. You’ve got a bright future here, and I’m thrilled to have you on board. Tonight is just the beginning of something big for you.”
William Smith:
“Rhys, you’ve built quite a reputation as one of the best high-flyers in the world. How does it feel to be here in Dynasty Wrestling and what can the fans expect from you?”
Rhys Morgan:
“It feels amazing, William. This is the big leagues, and I’ve worked my entire career to get here. You can expect the same intensity, the same passion, and more of the high-flying moves that made me who I am. I’m here to make a statement, and I’m not going anywhere until I’ve proven I’m the best in the ring.”
[Anarchy nods with approval as Rhys looks into the camera, exuding confidence.]
Matt Anarchy:
“That’s what I like to hear, Rhys. You’re in the right place. And for everyone watching, get ready because Rhys Morgan is going to be a force to be reckoned with in Dynasty Wrestling.”
[The camera zooms out as Anarchy and Rhys share a handshake, both clearly excited about the future. William Smith gives a final word to the camera.]
William Smith:
“Big things are certainly on the horizon here in Dynasty Wrestling, folks. Stay tuned, because the new era has just begun.”
[The segment fades out with the camera following Rhys Morgan as he walks off to prepare for his debut match.]
Single Match
Eero Koskinen vs. Leo Lewis
Ringside
1st Win
**[In-ring segment: The camera cuts to the ring where the crowd is roaring in excitement. The towering figure of **Eero Koskinen, the friendly Finnish giant, stands victorious after his impressive debut match, having just defeated Leo Lewis. Koskinen smiles, waving to the fans as they chant his name, his immense size contrasting with the warmth of his personality. He raises his arms, clearly enjoying the moment.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“Well, folks, what a debut for Eero Koskinen! The giant from Finland has truly impressed tonight, and the fans are absolutely loving it!”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“Absolutely, Steve. This guy is a force to be reckoned with, and you can just feel the excitement in the air. He’s got everything it takes to make an impact here in Dynasty Wrestling, and this is just the beginning.”
[Koskinen takes a moment to acknowledge the cheering fans, clearly soaking in the energy from the crowd. He pats his chest and points to the fans, thanking them as they continue to cheer.]
Eero Koskinen (speaking to the crowd):
“Thank you, thank you! This is just the beginning, my friends! I came here to show what a giant can do, and I promise you, I won’t stop until I’ve earned my place at the top!”
**[The crowd erupts into cheers, but just as Koskinen is basking in the spotlight, the camera cuts to the backstage area. There, **Bjorn Asulf, the intimidating Viking, is standing in front of a monitor, watching Eero’s celebration. His expression is a scowl, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches the Finnish giant with growing disdain.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“And there, folks, is the Viking himself, Bjorn Asulf, who seems none too pleased with the debut of Eero Koskinen.”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“Asulf has always seen himself as one of the top guys in Dynasty Wrestling, and you can just tell he’s not happy to see a newcomer like Koskinen get all this attention. Something tells me he’s got his eyes set on that giant.”
[The camera lingers on Asulf’s face for a few moments, capturing the intensity in his eyes as he watches Koskinen celebrate. His jaw clenches, and he mutters something under his breath that’s inaudible to the audience.]
Bjorn Asulf (backstage, under his breath):
“That man… he’s not the only giant in this company.”
[Asulf turns away from the monitor, his scowl deepening. He storms off down the hallway, clearly angry at what he’s just witnessed.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“It looks like we’ve got a developing rivalry on our hands here, Eddie. Koskinen might have made a big impression tonight, but it seems Bjorn Asulf is already sizing him up.”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“These two giants are on a collision course, and I don’t think anyone’s going to want to get caught in the middle of it. This could get very ugly, very quickly.”
[Back in the ring, Koskinen continues to celebrate, unaware of the brewing tension backstage. The camera cuts back to the crowd, still cheering as Eero Koskinen stands tall, basking in his victory.]
Steve Pringle (commentary):
“What a debut for Eero Koskinen, but the big question now is: will he be able to maintain his momentum in this company with challenges from giants like Bjorn Asulf looming?”
Eddie Bates (commentary):
“One thing’s for sure, Steve – 2025 is going to be full of surprises, and it’s only just getting started!”
[The camera fades out as Koskinen continues to celebrate, while backstage, the storm is brewing.]
Backstage
The Aussies Have Arrived
[The scene opens with William Smith standing in front of a Dynasty Wrestling backdrop, visibly excited. He’s holding a microphone and his enthusiasm is palpable.]
William Smith (interviewer):
“Hello, Dynasty Wrestling fans! I’ve got some exciting news for you tonight. We have a brand new tag team making their debut right here on DW Clash, and they’ve just signed a big contract with us! Please welcome… the Dogs of War!”
**[The camera pans to reveal the *Dogs of War*, a tough-looking Australian tag team consisting of *Jack O’Connor* and Nate McKenzie, both wearing matching gear and looking focused. They are accompanied by their manager, James Shepherd, who walks in with a swagger, wearing a suit that screams confidence.]**
William Smith (excited):
“Jack O’Connor, Nate McKenzie, and James Shepherd – welcome to Dynasty Wrestling! It’s great to have you here. This is a huge moment for the company! What can we expect from the Dogs of War?”
[James Shepherd smirks and takes the microphone from William, immediately taking control of the conversation. He adjusts his glasses and straightens his suit, exuding the confidence of a man who knows he’s in charge.]
James Shepherd (with a smug tone):
“Thank you, William. First off, let me make one thing very clear. The Dogs of War didn’t come to Dynasty Wrestling just to play in the kiddie pool. No, no, no. We came here because we were tired of being underappreciated and overlooked in that other company.”
[He gestures towards O’Connor and McKenzie.]
James Shepherd:
“These two men, Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie, are the most technically gifted tag team to ever set foot in a ring. And do you know where they were? They were wasting away in the sVo, fighting against a bunch of amateurs who couldn’t even hold a candle to them! But here in Dynasty Wrestling, they’ll finally get the respect they deserve.”
[O’Connor and McKenzie stand side by side, arms folded, nodding in agreement with their manager’s words. The camera cuts to them briefly, showing their serious demeanor.]
James Shepherd (with a confident grin):
“And let me tell you something, William, tonight is just the beginning. We signed a big contract with Dynasty Wrestling, and we’re here to claim what’s ours. Starting with the DW UK Tag Team Championships!”
[The crowd cheers as the camera zooms out slightly to show the full Dogs of War standing tall.]
James Shepherd:
“Tonight, the Dogs of War will begin their journey to the top when we face the former DW UK Tag Team Champions, The Sovereign. Now, I don’t know what kind of delusions of grandeur those two might have, but after tonight, they’ll know exactly who’s the real deal around here!”
William Smith:
“So, you’re saying the Dogs of War are ready to dethrone the Sovereign and go straight for the tag titles?”
[James Shepherd gives a laugh, shaking his head.]
James Shepherd:
“Ready? They’ve been ready. The only thing standing between them and the tag titles is a couple of overhyped amateurs who’ve been sitting on their laurels for too long. But no more. The Dogs of War are here to take what’s theirs. And believe me, when we do, it’s going to be game over for anyone who stands in our way!”
[O’Connor and McKenzie exchange a quick glance and crack small smirks, ready to let their actions speak louder than words.]
James Shepherd:
“So let’s make this clear, Sovereign. You might’ve had your time, but the Dogs of War are here to end it. And when we do, you’ll be left in the dust, just like the rest of them. Now, let’s get out there and show them what real tag team wrestling looks like!”
[Shepherd slaps both O’Connor and McKenzie on the shoulders, signaling them to get ready. The camera cuts back to William Smith, who looks a little stunned by the intensity of Shepherd’s words.]
William Smith (to the camera, still processing):
“Well, there you have it, folks. The Dogs of War are here, and they’re not wasting any time! A huge debut match tonight against The Sovereign! You won’t want to miss this!”
[The camera zooms out as the trio walks off screen, with Shepherd leading the charge, followed by O’Connor and McKenzie, who are ready to make their mark in Dynasty Wrestling.]
Single Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Ringside
Arrival
[The camera opens on Rhys Morgan standing in the ring, smiling and basking in the cheers from the crowd after his hard-fought victory over Maxwell Blackwell. The fans are chanting his name, “Rhys! Rhys! Rhys!” as he waves to them, clearly excited by his successful debut.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“What a debut for Rhys Morgan here tonight on DW Clash! The Welsh high-flyer has certainly made an impact, and the fans are loving it!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“Absolutely, Steve! Rhys Morgan showed why he’s one of the most promising talents here in Dynasty Wrestling. What a way to start the year!”
**[As Morgan continues to celebrate in the ring, suddenly, the sound of *Jean Louis Duval’s* music blasts through the arena. The crowd immediately begins to boo as Duval, dressed in his trademark arrogance, walks down to the ring, flanked by his two loyal allies, Royce Lacroix and HyperNova. Duval is grinning as he slowly makes his way towards the ring, the fans jeering him at every step.]**
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Oh, come on! Of course, Duval is interrupting this moment. He’s always got to make an entrance, doesn’t he?”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“Can’t stand that guy. He’s got no respect for anyone. Let the man enjoy his victory!”
[Duval climbs into the ring, and his entourage follows him, standing ominously behind him. Duval grabs a microphone as the boos continue to pour in from the crowd.]
Jean Louis Duval (mocking):
“Oh, please, spare me the cheers, Rhys. Spare me. It’s time for the real stars to speak. I’ve been patient enough, but now that I’ve won the European Cup tournament, it’s my time to shine.”
[Duval smirks arrogantly as the crowd boos even louder.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“I’ll be facing Masafumi Satake for the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship soon, and this time, I won’t miss. I’m going to show everyone what it means to be a real champion. I’m going to take that belt, and Dynasty Wrestling will have no choice but to recognize me as the true top star!”
[At this point, Duval gestures toward the crowd dismissively, clearly enjoying the heat he’s getting.]
Jean Louis Duval (louder):
“So, Rhys, if you think this company is going to let you bask in the glory of your little debut win, you’re sadly mistaken. This is my time now. You can go ahead and run back to the locker room and enjoy the applause of these fools—if it makes you feel better. But in the end, you’re just another pawn in my path to greatness!”
[The fans react with loud boos as Duval arrogantly raises his arms to bask in the heat he’s getting.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Good grief, this guy never knows when to shut up, does he? All he does is talk about himself and his future title shot!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“He’s obnoxious, Steve, but he did win the European Cup. He’s earned the right to talk—unfortunately.”
**[Suddenly, before Duval can continue, the crowd erupts as a new entrance theme begins to play. The music of **Callum McLeod, a tough Scottish technician, blares through the arena! The fans pop loudly as McLeod steps out onto the stage with a determined look on his face, eyes locked on Duval in the ring. The newcomer looks confident and ready to make his presence known.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Hold on a second! Who is this? It’s Callum McLeod! Another new face here in Dynasty Wrestling!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“From Scotland! Looks like he’s here to make a statement tonight! What a way to make an entrance!”
[McLeod walks to the ring with a purpose, not fazed by Duval or his entourage. As he climbs into the ring, he grabs a microphone and turns to face Duval, who looks slightly confused by the interruption.]
Callum McLeod:
“Well, well, well. Jean Louis Duval, talking about being the top star around here. I heard you loud and clear. You say it’s your time, but I’m here to show you something different.”
[The fans cheer loudly for McLeod, sensing the potential for a big showdown.]
Callum McLeod:
“You see, Duval, you came out here, talking all about yourself, but you didn’t bother to check the facts. It’s time for the fans to see the real stars, and that’s why I’m here!”
[Duval raises an eyebrow, clearly amused but growing more irritated.]
Callum McLeod:
“I heard you’ve been talking a lot about your future match with Satake, but I think you’ve got some unfinished business right here. How about you prove you’re worth the hype and face me in the ring tonight? Let’s see if you can walk the walk after all that talk.”
[The fans erupt into cheers, excited for what could be an impromptu match. Duval looks incredulous but quickly smirks.]
Jean Louis Duval (mocking):
“Oh, you want to step into the ring with me? Well, Callum, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you don’t get to decide when I have my match. But fine… I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. You’ve got it, kid. Tonight, in the main event, you’ll face me. Let’s see if you can back up all that talk.”
[The crowd roars in approval as Duval hands the microphone back to a stagehand, motioning for Royce Lacroix and HyperNova to leave the ring. Duval and McLeod exchange glares, the tension palpable.]
Steve Pringle (commentator):
“Well, there you have it! Callum McLeod is getting his chance tonight, and Jean Louis Duval has accepted the challenge! The main event is going to be one hell of a showdown!”
Eddie Bates (commentator):
“I can’t wait! This is going to be a real test for McLeod, but if he can take down Duval, he’ll make an immediate statement in Dynasty Wrestling!”
[The camera cuts to Duval, who is smirking as he walks up the ramp, ready for the match later, while McLeod stands tall in the ring, looking determined. The fans continue to cheer as the segment ends.]
Backstage
Euro Trash
**[The camera opens backstage, where *William Smith* stands with a microphone in hand. He’s standing next to the intimidating figure of Stijn De Raaf, the Dutch Destroyer. De Raaf looks focused and serious, wearing his usual intense expression as he stares into the camera.]**
William Smith (enthusiastically):
“Hello everyone, I’m here backstage with Stijn De Raaf, who is set to face Riley Smith later tonight in what promises to be a hard-hitting contest. Stijn, you’ve been here in Dynasty Wrestling for some time now, and it seems like the European talent is starting to make a big impact, with the likes of Eero Koskinen and Callum McLeod coming in. What’s your take on the rise of European stars in DW?”
[De Raaf listens closely to the question, his expression remaining stoic. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slowly.]
Stijn De Raaf (smirking):
“Ah, I see what you’re doing, William. You’re trying to make it look like all of a sudden, the Europeans are taking over Dynasty Wrestling, huh?”
[De Raaf pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing with intensity.]
Stijn De Raaf (confidently):
“Well, let me remind everyone here that I was the original European fighter in this company. I was the one who came here first, and I was the one who showed the world that the Europeans are a force to be reckoned with. Now, you’ve got all these new guys coming in, thinking they can just waltz into Dynasty Wrestling and claim some space.”
[De Raaf’s gaze hardens as he steps closer to the camera.]
Stijn De Raaf (gritting his teeth):
“But tonight, Riley Smith is going to learn the hard way that there is only one true European fighter in this company, and that’s me. Riley, you may have your little flashy moves and your high-flying tricks, but none of that will save you when you’re face-to-face with The Dutch Destroyer. I am the best European wrestler in Dynasty Wrestling, and tonight, I prove that to everyone once again.“
[De Raaf takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, clearly confident in his abilities. He stares directly into the camera with a look of determination.]
Stijn De Raaf (assertively):
“Tonight, Riley, I’m going to show you why I’ve been at the top of this game for so long. And once I’ve taken you down, the world will remember that there’s only one king of the European wrestlers in Dynasty Wrestling, and that’s me. The Dutch Destroyer.”
[De Raaf turns and walks away, leaving William Smith standing in the frame as the camera focuses on his intense back as he disappears down the hallway.]
William Smith (looking after De Raaf, nodding):
“Strong words from Stijn De Raaf, who clearly feels that he’s still the top European wrestler here in Dynasty Wrestling. And tonight, we’ll see if Riley Smith can prove him wrong.”
[The camera cuts to black as the segment ends.]
Tag Team Match
The Sovereign vs. The Dogs of War
Backstage
Give me Gold
**[The camera opens on the office of *Matt Anarchy*, the GM of Dynasty Wrestling. He’s sitting at his desk, going through paperwork when suddenly, the door to his office bursts open. Standing in the doorway is **Bjorn Asulf, the towering Viking, seething with rage. His face is red with fury as he storms in, slamming the door behind him. Anarchy looks up, surprised at the sudden interruption.]
Matt Anarchy (calmly):
“Bjorn, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to destroy something in here.”
[Asulf doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. He steps forward, his voice booming as he points an accusing finger at Anarchy.]
Bjorn Asulf (angrily):
“I want a title shot! I want Angelo Anderson, and I want it now!”
[Anarchy raises an eyebrow, slightly confused.]
Matt Anarchy (leaning back in his chair):
“Wait a second, Bjorn. I thought you were more focused on Eero Koskinen, especially after what happened at the Collision Course PPV. You seemed pretty pissed off about him disrespecting you.”
[Asulf pauses for a moment. His expression flickers, just for an instant, a glimmer of doubt in his eyes at the mention of Koskinen’s name. He shakes his head quickly, trying to shake off any hint of fear.]
Bjorn Asulf (gritting his teeth):
“Forget about Koskinen! He’s a giant, and I’ll deal with him later. I don’t care about him right now! All I care about is winning gold, and that’s what I deserve!”
[Anarchy tilts his head, sizing up Asulf as he speaks calmly, almost as if trying to reason with him.]
Matt Anarchy (raising an eyebrow):
“Really? You’ve got a lot of anger right now, but Angelo Anderson? You do realize he’s the DW Heavyweight Champion, right? Do you think you can take him down?”
[Asulf’s eyes flare with intensity, his fists clenching at his sides as he steps closer to Anarchy’s desk.]
Bjorn Asulf (firmly):
“I don’t need your approval, Anarchy. I’m telling you what I want, and I’m not leaving here until you give me a shot. Angelo Anderson may be ‘Unbreakable,’ but I’m the Viking! And there’s nothing in this company that can stop me from taking what’s mine!”
[Anarchy’s expression softens slightly, understanding the sheer determination in Asulf’s voice. He leans forward, tapping his fingers on the desk.]
Matt Anarchy (considering):
“Alright, Bjorn. You want your title shot? You’ve got it. But know this, you’re going to have to work for it. I can’t just hand you a match with Angelo Anderson without making sure you’re worthy of it. So, if you want that title shot, you’re going to have to earn it through a series of challenges.”
[Asulf’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t back down.]
Bjorn Asulf (sternly):
“I don’t care what you make me do, Anarchy. You set the path, and I’ll destroy anyone in my way. But I want that title, and I want it now!”
[Anarchy nods slowly, seeing the fire in Asulf’s eyes.]
Matt Anarchy (nodding):
“Fine. Consider this the start of a new chapter for you. You’ll earn your chance at the Heavyweight Championship. But don’t forget, nothing in this company comes easy. So, be ready for what’s ahead.”
[Asulf gives a final, intense look at Anarchy, before turning and storming out of the office, the door slamming behind him. Anarchy sits back in his chair, clearly deep in thought, as the camera focuses on his expression.]
Matt Anarchy (muttering to himself):
“Looks like the Viking is about to cause some chaos… again.”
[The scene fades as Anarchy turns his attention back to the paperwork, the tension in the air palpable.]
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Riley Smith
Backstage
Non!
**[The camera opens in a dimly lit locker room. The atmosphere is tense as **Jean Louis Duval, the cocky Frenchman, is seen warming up before his main event match. He’s stretching, making sure his body is prepared, and a smug smile is plastered on his face. The camera captures his arrogance as he takes a moment to admire himself in a nearby mirror, adjusting his ring gear with a sense of superiority.]
**[Suddenly, **William Smith, the interviewer, enters the room holding a microphone and approaches Duval with a smile, eager to get some words before the big match.]
William Smith (enthusiastically):
“Jean Louis, you’ve been on a roll lately, and tonight you’re set to face one of the toughest competitors in Dynasty Wrestling. Can you share your thoughts on the match and what’s at stake for you?”
[Duval stops and gives Smith a cold, uninterested look. His expression quickly turns to one of annoyance, and he waves his hand dismissively.]
Jean Louis Duval (snapping):
“Non, non, non! I don’t need to talk to you, William. I’m preparing for the main event, the only thing worth watching tonight, and I certainly don’t have time for your questions.”
[Smith tries to continue, not put off by Duval’s attitude.]
William Smith (insistent):
“But Jean Louis, this match could potentially set you up for another big title shot, especially after your success in the European Cup. What’s your plan going into this match?”
[Duval shoots Smith a glare, clearly irritated now. He grabs a towel from the bench, wiping the sweat from his face as he turns his back to Smith.]
Jean Louis Duval (smirking as he speaks to himself more than Smith):
“My plan? My plan is simple: to show the world that Jean Louis Duval is the greatest thing this company has ever seen. After tonight, everyone will know that when I step into the ring, it’s not just a match, it’s a masterclass.”
[Smith tries again, but Duval interrupts, not even facing him.]
Jean Louis Duval (pointing towards the door):
“You want to talk to someone? Talk to the losers. I am focused on winning tonight. So, do us both a favor, William, and get out of here. I’ve got a match to win.”
[Duval gives Smith one last condescending look, before turning back to his warm-up. William, clearly trying to stay professional, sighs but nods in agreement.]
William Smith (reluctantly):
“Well… good luck out there, Jean Louis.”
[Smith walks away, muttering to himself. Duval doesn’t even acknowledge him, completely engrossed in his preparation as the camera lingers on his arrogant, determined face.]
Single Match
Jean Louis Duval vs. Callum McLeod
Ringside
Satake!
**[The camera cuts to the ring where *Jean Louis Duval* stands, victorious after a hard-fought match against Callum McLeod. The crowd is still buzzing from the intensity of the match, but Duval stands tall in the center of the ring, a cocky smile plastered across his face. His breathing is heavy, and sweat drips down his face, but his arrogant confidence remains unshaken. The referee raises his hand in victory, but Duval quickly demands a microphone.]**
Jean Louis Duval (grinning, arrogantly):
“Ahhh… what a match. Callum McLeod, you almost had me there. Almost. But like everything in my life, I always come out on top. It’s just… who I am.”
[Duval pauses as the crowd begins to boo, clearly frustrated by his cocky demeanor. He soaks it all in, letting the boos fuel his ego.]
Jean Louis Duval (mocking the crowd):
“Yes, yes, boo all you want. You don’t like me. I know. But none of that matters. Because soon, I will be the one holding the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship.”
[The crowd boos even louder, but Duval brushes it off with a flick of his hand.]
Jean Louis Duval (snapping):
“I know what you’re all thinking. You think you’re going to see me do it for you. For the fans. For Dynasty Wrestling. But let me make this very clear… I am not doing this for you. I am not doing this for DW. No, I’m doing this for me!”
[The crowd reacts with a chorus of boos, but Duval doesn’t care. He paces around the ring with a smug look on his face.]
Jean Louis Duval (smiling arrogantly):
“When I face Masafumi Satake for that title, it will be because I deserve it. It will be because I have proven that there is no one like me. Not here, not anywhere. And when I take that championship, you will all have no choice but to bow down and acknowledge that Jean Louis Duval is the best!”
[The boos reach a deafening level as Duval raises his arms in victory, relishing the heat from the crowd.]
Jean Louis Duval (with a smug grin):
“So mark my words… I will beat Masafumi Satake and bring the title back to Dynasty Wrestling… but not for you. For me.“
[He drops the microphone, leaving it to echo throughout the arena. Duval stands in the center of the ring, basking in his own self-importance as the boos continue. The camera zooms in on his smirking face as the show comes to a close.]
[The crowd continues to jeer as the screen fades to black.]
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