DW Clash 60
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
17th February 2025
Backstage
As Promised
[The show opens without the usual commentary introduction. Instead, the camera cuts straight to the middle of the ring, where *Jean Louis Duval* stands, dressed in a sharp, custom-tailored suit with a smug grin stretched across his face. Draped over his shoulder is the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship, freshly won from Masafumi Satake in Project Violence. The Stratford Arena erupts in loud boos, but Duval simply smirks, basking in the hate.]
Jean Louis Duval (mocking):
“Ahhh… listen to that beautiful sound. London, England, I must say… you really know how to make a champion feel special!”
[The crowd responds with a deafening wave of boos, but Duval just chuckles, adjusting the championship belt on his shoulder.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“For weeks, I told you all exactly what was going to happen. I told you that I was going to march into Project Violence, step into the ring with Masafumi Satake, and walk out as the new IPWA International Heavyweight Champion. And yet, none of you believed me. You doubted me. You mocked me. You disrespected me!”
[Duval glares around at the hostile crowd, shaking his head in faux disappointment.]
Jean Louis Duval (scoffing):
“But look at me now! I did it. I won. I proved that I am the best in Europe and beyond!“
[He lifts the championship belt high in the air, letting the lights gleam off the gold as the boos intensify.]
Jean Louis Duval (grinning):
“And now, now you want to cheer? Now you want to act like you were behind me all along? No! You don’t get to share in my moment! You don’t get to celebrate with me!”
[Duval lowers the belt and sneers at the audience, his voice dripping with arrogance.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“I did this for me. Not for you. Not for Dynasty Wrestling. Not for anyone but Jean Louis Duval! And whether you like it or not, I am the new standard of excellence!“
[The Stratford Arena is deafening with boos as Duval adjusts his cufflinks, soaking in the jeers like they fuel him. With a final smirk, he casually slings the championship back over his shoulder and exits the ring, making his way up the ramp. The cameras follow him as he struts to the backstage area, still smirking as the crowd rains down hatred upon him.]
[As Duval disappears behind the curtain, the camera finally cuts to the commentary table, where *Steve Pringle* and Eddie Bates sit, shaking their heads.]
Steve Pringle:
“What an absolutely unbearable way to start the night, Eddie! Jean Louis Duval just made it all about himself!”
Eddie Bates:
“Well, like it or not, Steve, Duval did exactly what he said he was going to do. He went to Project Violence, took down Masafumi Satake, and now, like it or not, he is the IPWA International Heavyweight Champion!“
Steve Pringle:
“Yeah, but the arrogance! The disrespect for the fans, the company—he refuses to let anyone else enjoy this moment!”
Eddie Bates:
“Well, get used to it, Steve. Because Jean Louis Duval is holding gold now, and I have a feeling we’re going to be hearing a lot more from him in the weeks to come!”
[The camera pans over the raucous Stratford Arena crowd, still jeering the now-absent Duval, as the official intro video for *DW Clash 60* finally kicks in, hyping up what’s sure to be another explosive night in Dynasty Wrestling!]
Single Match
Union Jack vs. Oliver Harrington
Backstage
Tag Team Turmoil
[The camera cuts to the office of Dynasty Wrestling GM Matt Anarchy, who is standing behind his desk, dressed in his usual sharp suit with an intense look on his face. The ever-curious interviewer *William Smith* stands beside him, microphone in hand, eager to get the scoop.]
William Smith:
“Mr. Anarchy, we’re fresh off the heels of Collision Course, and now that Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart are the DW UK Tag Team Champions, I have to ask—what’s next for the division?”
[Anarchy smirks and adjusts his tie, leaning forward slightly.]
Matt Anarchy:
“You know, William, that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about. McRae and Blackhart may have clawed their way to the top, but the tag team division in Dynasty Wrestling is as competitive as it has ever been. And I want challengers. I want teams to earn their shot.”
[He pauses, his smirk turning into a knowing grin.]
Matt Anarchy:
“So tonight, we’re going to start the process of determining the next contenders. We’re having two big tag team matches. First, it’ll be The Sovereign taking on The Dogs of War, the newly signed Australian duo with their loudmouth manager James Shepherd.”
[William nods, intrigued.]
William Smith:
“And what about the second match?”
Matt Anarchy:
“Oh, it’s a big one. British Hospitality—the former champions who are still hungry for revenge—will face The Legion, one of the most dominant and ruthless teams we have.”
[Anarchy leans back in his chair, eyes glinting with excitement.]
Matt Anarchy:
“The winners of those matches will face each other next week. And whoever wins that match… well, congratulations, because they’ll officially become the next challengers for the DW UK Tag Team Championships.“
[William raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed with the stakes.]
William Smith:
“That’s a huge opportunity for all four of those teams! Do you have any predictions?”
[Anarchy chuckles and leans forward again.]
Matt Anarchy:
“William, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s never make predictions. Because in Dynasty Wrestling, anything can happen.”
[Anarchy flashes a devilish grin as the camera fades out, leaving the DW fans buzzing with anticipation for tonight’s high-stakes tag team matches.]
Tag Team Match
The Sovereign vs. The Dogs of War
Backstage
A Word with the Champion
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where William Smith is standing by with the DW Heavyweight Champion, “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson. Dressed in his signature expensive ring jacket, the confident champion has the DW Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. He smirks as he adjusts the title, while William Smith, as always, is eager to get his thoughts.]
William Smith:
“Angelo, tonight in the main event, you’ll be stepping into the ring with a man that many believe is one of the most dominant new forces in Dynasty Wrestling—Eero Koskinen. The Finnish giant has been unstoppable since arriving here, but this will be his toughest test yet. What are your thoughts heading into this non-title match?”
[Anderson scoffs, shaking his head before slowly raising the microphone to his lips.]
Angelo Anderson:
“William… let me make one thing very clear to you, to the people watching at home, and most importantly—to Eero Koskinen himself. They don’t call me ‘Unbreakable’ for nothing.“
[He taps the championship belt on his shoulder, smirking confidently.]
Angelo Anderson:
“You see, I don’t care how big this dude is. I don’t care how many people he’s flattened. I don’t care what country he’s from, what language he speaks, or what fairy tales people have been telling about him. Because at the end of the day—he’s stepping into my ring.”
[Anderson’s tone becomes more aggressive as he leans in closer to the camera.]
Angelo Anderson:
“I’ve taken on challengers from all over the world, and I’ve beaten them all. You send me a fighter from America? I beat them. Send me someone from Europe? I beat them. Hell, bring in somebody from another planet, it wouldn’t matter—because when that bell rings, I do what I do best.“
[Anderson cracks his neck, adjusting the title again, his arrogance radiating through the screen.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Eero Koskinen might be big, but I’m the best. And that’s why I’m still standing here as the DW Heavyweight Champion. So tonight? I do what I always do—I step into that ring, and I show every single person why they call me Unbreakable.“
[Anderson flashes a cocky grin and pats the championship one more time before turning and confidently walking away from the interview area. William Smith watches him leave, clearly intrigued by the upcoming main event as the camera fades out.]
Single Match
Leo Lewis vs. Stijn De Raaf
Backstage
Friends?
[The camera cuts to a quiet locker room where ‘Gentlemen’ Geoffrey Hobbs sits alone on a bench, lacing up his boots. His usual composed demeanor seems off—his expression distant, his movements tense. The atmosphere is heavy, the only sounds being the rustling of his gear and the faint echoes of the arena in the background.]
[The door creaks open, and in walks *Jonathan Sullivan, the reigning DW UK Champion.* The title rests firmly over his shoulder, but his face shows concern rather than the usual confidence. He steps toward Hobbs, who doesn’t look up.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Geoff… I’ve been trying to reach you, man. You haven’t been answering my calls, my messages. What’s going on?”
[Hobbs exhales through his nose, his jaw tightening. He finishes tying his boot and then finally stands up, adjusting his ring jacket but still not making eye contact.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Look, I know our match at Collision Course didn’t go the way you wanted it to, but we always said—no matter what happens in that ring—we’d still be good. You’re my friend, Geoff, but right now, you’re acting like I did something wrong.”
[Hobbs finally meets Sullivan’s gaze, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seems like he might say something—but instead, he simply shakes his head and walks past him, heading toward the door.]
Jonathan Sullivan:
“That’s it? You’re just gonna walk away?”
[Hobbs pauses for a split second but doesn’t turn around. Without a word, he pushes the door open and exits, leaving Sullivan standing alone, a look of frustration and confusion on his face. The camera lingers on Sullivan, who exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair as he processes what just happened.]
[Fade to black.]
Tag Team Match
British Hospitality vs. The Legion
Backstage
Viking
[William Smith stands in the interview area, microphone in hand, looking slightly uneasy as ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf paces back and forth beside him. Asulf’s face is twisted in frustration, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He’s clearly not in the best of moods.]
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf!”
[The crowd in the arena responds with a mixed reaction, some respecting Asulf’s intensity, others booing his relentless arrogance. Asulf stops pacing and glares into the camera, nostrils flaring.]
William Smith:
“Bjorn, I have to ask—tonight’s main event will see the DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, take on the towering Finnish newcomer, Eero Koskinen. But judging by your demeanor, you’re not exactly thrilled about that.”
[Asulf snatches the microphone from Smith’s hand, stepping forward so the camera gets a close-up of his scowling face.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Not thrilled? You think I’m just ‘not thrilled,’ William? I’m furious! I have been here in Dynasty Wrestling destroying everyone in my path! I have demanded my rightful opportunity at gold, and what does Matt Anarchy do? He gives a main event spot to that big dumb Finn!”
[The crowd reacts with loud boos at Asulf disrespecting Koskinen.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Eero Koskinen shows up out of nowhere, and suddenly he gets to step into the ring with the World Champion? That should be me! I should be standing across from Angelo Anderson! Not some oversized nobody from the European Wrestling League!”
[Asulf takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger, but his voice still drips with venom.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Eero, you took my spotlight once, but I will not let you take it again. Mark my words—you may have these people fooled, but I see right through you. You’re in my territory now. And if you think you’re gonna come in here and leapfrog over The Viking, then you’re even dumber than you look.”
[Asulf tosses the microphone back into William Smith’s chest, shoving past him aggressively before storming off down the hallway. Smith watches him go, looking slightly rattled as he turns back to the camera.]
William Smith:
“Well… Bjorn Asulf is clearly not happy about being overlooked tonight, and something tells me we haven’t heard the last of this situation.”
[Cut back to ringside.]
Non Title Single Match
Angelo Anderson vs. Eero Koshinken
Ringside
New Game in Town
[The Stratford Arena is electric, the crowd on their feet in disbelief as Eero Koskinen stands tall in the center of the ring. The Finnish giant has just *pinned* the DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, clean in the middle of the ring. Anderson rolls to the outside, clutching his ribs, a stunned expression on his face as he struggles to process what just happened.]
[Eero Koskinen, breathing heavily, raises his massive arms in victory, his presence alone making him look like an unstoppable force. The fans cheer loudly, some chanting “EERO! EERO!” as he surveys the crowd with a stoic but confident expression.]
Steve Pringle:
“HE DID IT! Eero Koskinen has just defeated the DW Heavyweight Champion! What a statement made by this massive newcomer!”
Eddie Bates:
“And not just any champion, Steve—‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson! The most dominant champion in recent memory just got broken! What does this mean for the future of Dynasty Wrestling?!”
[Anderson, looking furious and humiliated, slams his fists against the ring apron before stumbling backward, his DW Heavyweight Championship still clutched tightly in his grasp. He glares up at the victorious Koskinen, shaking his head, clearly not believing what just happened.]
[Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and a familiar, ominous sound fills the air. The crowd roars as the eerie, haunting theme music of‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield plays throughout the Stratford Arena.]
[The camera pans up—high in the rafters, perched like a shadow watching over the battlefield, is Cedric Thornfield. His face remains emotionless, his dark eyes locked onto the ring below, where *Eero Koskinen* stands tall. The contrast is striking—the silent, brooding presence of Thornfield looming over a victorious Koskinen, while the fallen champion, Angelo Anderson, seethes on the outside.]
Steve Pringle:
“And now Cedric Thornfield is watching from the rafters! We knew he was keeping his eyes on Anderson, but could he also have his sights set on Eero Koskinen after tonight’s shocking victory?!”
Eddie Bates:
“There’s a storm coming, Steve… and I don’t know if Anderson, Koskinen, or anyone else is ready for it!”
[The camera lingers on Thornfield’s intense stare, then cuts back to Koskinen, standing strong in the ring as the crowd cheers. Anderson, still outside, slowly backs up the ramp, his grip tightening around the Heavyweight Championship as the reality of the situation sets in.]
[The image of Koskinen, victorious, Thornfield watching from above, and Anderson clutching his title in frustration fades as the DW logo appears in the corner of the screen. The show goes off the air with a sense of uncertainty, tension, and excitement for what’s to come.]
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