DW Clash 64
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 12th May 2025
— Cameras fade in from black to a sweeping shot of the sold-out Stratford Arena, fans on their feet, waving signs, wearing merch, and roaring with anticipation. The Dynasty Wrestling logo pulses on screen as pyrotechnics explode on the stage in a blaze of blue and gold. The roar reaches a fever pitch as the camera swings around to ringside where the commentary team is standing by.
Steve Pringle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dynasty Wrestling: Clash 64—live on the Sanctioned Violence Network from the legendary Stratford Arena in the heart of London, England! I’m Steve Pringle alongside my partner in chaos, Eddie Bates, and Eddie… after last week’s combustible main event and the fallout from Doomsday, things are reaching a boiling point in Dynasty Wrestling!”
Eddie Bates:
“Boiling? They’re bubbling over, mate! Cedric Thornfield and Eero Koskinen barely held it together as partners, and now they’ve got to go to war with Bjorn Asulf and the DW Heavyweight Champion himself, Angelo Anderson, in what’s sure to be a powder keg of a main event!”
Steve Pringle:
“That’s right, Eddie! And speaking of champions, Callum McLeod puts his DW UK Title on the line tonight against the ever-dangerous Oliver Harrington! Harrington’s been campaigning hard for this opportunity, but McLeod is riding high since shocking the world at Doomsday!”
Eddie Bates:
“And let’s not forget—Geoffrey Hobbs has been on a cold, calculated path since stabbing his mate Jonathan Sullivan in the back. Tonight, he opens the show against the Welsh Dragon himself, Rhys Morgan, who’s been quietly racking up wins and looking to make a name for himself!”
Steve Pringle:
“We’ve also got The Sovereign back in tag action against the former champs, the Caledonian Crushers, and later tonight, Jonathan Sullivan looks to right the ship in singles action against the Dutch powerhouse Stijn De Raaf.”
Eddie Bates:
“Tensions are high, grudges are festering, and the road to gold is paved with broken bodies! Buckle up—this is Dynasty Wrestling: Clash 64, and it’s going to be one hell of a ride!”
— The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as ring announcer Marcus Graves prepares to introduce the opening match. The fans buzz in anticipation as the arena lights dim…
Steve Pringle:
“It’s Hobbs vs. Morgan—right now!”
Single Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Geoffrey Hobbs
Ringside
The crowd in the Stratford Arena erupts in cheers as Rhys Morgan has his hand raised after a hard-fought victory over Geoffrey Hobbs. “Land of My Fathers” echoes through the sound system as Morgan climbs the turnbuckles, arms raised proudly, soaking in the adoration from the London crowd.
Steve Pringle:
“Rhys Morgan does it again! That’s back-to-back wins for the Welsh Dragon, and what a scalp to claim tonight against a very dangerous Geoffrey Hobbs!”
Eddie Bates:
“I’ve said it before—there’s fire in that lad. He’s on a roll, and the fans are loving every second of it!”
As Morgan hops down and turns toward the entrance ramp—BAM!—the crowd gasps as Maxwell Blackwell slides in from the crowd and clobbers Morgan from behind with a stiff forearm to the back of the head!
Steve Pringle:
“Wait a minute! That’s Maxwell Blackwell! What the hell is he doing out here?!”
Morgan hits the mat hard. Blackwell doesn’t waste a second, mounting the fallen Welshman and raining down a flurry of fists. Boos rain down from the crowd as the referee tries to pull Blackwell off—he shrugs the official aside and grabs a mic from ringside.
Maxwell Blackwell:
(standing over Morgan, sneering)
“This is your ‘Welsh Dragon’? Please. You’re no dragon, Morgan. You’re a myth—a tourist attraction wrapped in red and green spandex. You’re a fake!”
The crowd boos furiously as Morgan groggily tries to get to his knees.
Maxwell Blackwell:
“You think a couple of cheap wins make you important? You think waving a flag makes you special? You’re not a dragon, Rhys… you’re a Mirage. Just like Wales’ hopes at doing anything that matters!”
The heat is nuclear as fans hurl abuse and chants toward Blackwell. He tosses the mic down with a smirk, backing up the ramp as Morgan stares at him through gritted teeth, holding his jaw.
Eddie Bates:
“Maxwell Blackwell just spat on Morgan’s pride, his heritage—and I guarantee, this is far from over!”
Steve Pringle:
“Rhys Morgan is a proud competitor, and Blackwell just made it very personal. This is going to explode, Eddie.”
— Camera fades as Blackwell stares coldly from the ramp and Morgan seethes in the ring, setting the stage for a bitter feud.
Tag Team Match
The Sovereign vs. Caledonian Crushers
Ringside
The bell rings to signal the end of a hard-hitting tag team contest, as Kyle McRae drills Ben Noble with a brutal spike piledriver, while Angus Blackhart neutralizes Kandi Cross on the outside. The Stratford Arena boos furiously as the referee counts the three and raises the arms of the victorious Caledonian Crushers.
Steve Pringle:
“Well, that’s a controversial one, Eddie! The Crushers pick up the win, but not without bending the rules to breaking point!”
Eddie Bates:
“That’s how they’ve always done it, Steve. McRae and Blackhart don’t care about fair play — they care about wins and violence!”
Kandi Cross immediately slides back into the ring, furious, as McRae and Blackhart retreat smugly up the ramp. She yells at the referee, pointing to the moment where Angus shoved her into the steel steps behind the official’s back. The crowd rallies behind her, chanting “You got robbed!”
Steve Pringle:
“Kandi’s got a point! That was a mugging in broad daylight!”
Suddenly, the camera cuts to the top of the entrance ramp where ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw appears, slowly clapping with an insincere smirk on her face. She’s dressed to the nines, holding a platinum microphone, her eyes fixed on the ring below.
Emily Shaw:
(mockingly)
“Aww… poor Sovereign. Another noble effort… another noble failure.”
The crowd boos loudly as she continues.
Emily Shaw:
“But don’t feel bad. You lost to winners. You lost to dominance. And maybe, just maybe… I like what I see.”
She turns to nod approvingly toward the Crushers, who now stand at the top of the ramp beside her, arms crossed, unfazed by the heat from the crowd.
Eddie Bates:
“Wait a minute, Pringle—are we seeing an alliance form? Emily Shaw and the Caledonian Crushers?”
Steve Pringle:
“If so, that’s a dangerous combination. Shaw’s brains and the Crushers’ brutality? Dynasty Wrestling might never be the same!”
In the ring, Kandi Cross looks livid, pointing up at the trio, while Ben Noble recovers behind her, shaking his head. The Sovereign have been outnumbered… for now.
The camera fades as Shaw, McRae, and Blackhart turn their backs and walk through the curtain, leaving the Sovereign and the crowd stewing in the aftermath.
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Stijn De Raaf
Ringside
— The bell rings as Jonathan Sullivan plants Stijn De Raaf with the Royal Decree and hooks the leg for the emphatic three-count. The crowd erupts with cheers as the referee raises Sullivan’s hand, a hard-fought victory etched across his determined face.
Steve Pringle:
“A strong bounce-back win for Jonathan Sullivan tonight, and the fans here in Stratford love it!”
Eddie Bates:
“No question, Steve — Sullivan’s still one of the most technically gifted wrestlers in the game. But let’s not pretend Stijn made that easy.”
Sullivan nods respectfully to the crowd, breathing heavily as he climbs the turnbuckle to soak in the reaction… when suddenly—
♫ “Unbreakable” by Fire From the Gods ♫
—blasts over the PA system.
The mood shifts instantly. Boos rain down as DW Heavyweight Champion Angelo Anderson steps out onto the stage, championship belt draped over his shoulder, his face wearing a smug, sarcastic grin. He mockingly applauds, slow and loud, staring directly at Sullivan in the ring.
Steve Pringle:
“Oh come on… What’s this about? Angelo Anderson’s not booked tonight!”
Eddie Bates:
“No, but he’s clearly been watching… and it looks like he’s got something to say.”
Anderson lifts a mic, his voice dripping with disdain.
Angelo Anderson:
“Bravo, Jonathan. Really. That was cute. A little victory to help you feel relevant again.”
The crowd boos loudly as Sullivan lowers himself from the turnbuckle, eyes locked on Anderson.
Angelo Anderson:
“But let me give you a piece of advice, ‘Your Grace’—stay in your lane. You’re playing dress-up as a top guy, but I’m the one carrying the weight of this company. I’m the one who’s unbreakable. You? You’re just another name I’ve already passed on the way to the top.”
The crowd chants “You got pinned!” in reference to Anderson’s recent non-title loss to Eero Koskinen, but the champ shrugs it off, sneering.
Angelo Anderson:
“So enjoy the win. Celebrate with the peasants. But don’t let that crown of yours get too heavy… because the last man who tried to take my spotlight? I broke him.”
He lifts the DW Heavyweight Championship high above his head before walking off, leaving Sullivan still in the ring, jaw clenched and burning with quiet resolve.
Steve Pringle:
“Sullivan’s not backing down—but make no mistake, Eddie. That was a warning. And from Angelo Anderson… those tend to come with consequences.”
Eddie Bates:
“The question is, will Sullivan heed it—or come knocking at the king’s door?”
— The camera fades with Sullivan still staring down the ramp, his intentions unclear, but the tension unmistakable.
DW UK Championship Match
Callum McLeod (c) vs. Oliver Harrington
Ringside
The bell rings after a grueling title match, with Callum McLeod rolling off a dazed Oliver Harrington, clutching the DW UK Championship tightly to his chest. The Stratford Arena comes alive with cheers as the Scottish champion sits up, sweat-soaked and battle-worn but victorious once again.
Steve Pringle:
“Callum McLeod digs deep and pulls off another big title defense! That’s why he’s the UK Champion!”
Eddie Bates:
“Credit where it’s due, Pringle — Harrington brought the fight tonight, but McLeod’s been on a different level since Doomsday!”
McLeod slowly gets to his feet and raises the title high… but the celebration is cut short as Riley Smith suddenly slides into the ring from behind!
Steve Pringle:
“Wait a minute—RILEY SMITH?! What the hell is he doing here?!”
Smith clubs McLeod from behind, dropping him to one knee. Harrington smirks as he pulls himself up with the ropes, and then joins Smith in stomping down the exhausted champion.
Eddie Bates:
“This is a setup! Harrington knew he couldn’t get the job done alone—so he brought backup!”
The crowd erupts into furious boos as the two arrogant heels pummel McLeod mercilessly. Harrington shouts, “You don’t belong at the top, mate!” while Smith hits a leaping knee straight to the side of McLeod’s head.
Suddenly—
♫ “Rule Britannia (Remix)” ♫
— hits the speakers and Union Jack charges down the ramp to a thunderous pop!
Steve Pringle:
“Here comes Union Jack! The masked luchador’s not going to let this go unanswered!”
Jack slides into the ring and fires off right hands to both Smith and Harrington! He clotheslines Smith over the top rope, then catches Harrington with a spinning heel kick that sends him tumbling out of the ring to regroup with Smith on the outside.
The crowd roars as Union Jack checks on McLeod and helps him to his feet, the DW UK Champion still dazed but nodding in appreciation. The two babyfaces stare down Harrington and Smith, who yell back threats from the ramp.
Eddie Bates:
“Looks like we’ve got a new alliance forming—and maybe a tag war brewing, Pringle!”
Steve Pringle:
“Callum McLeod and Union Jack, standing tall tonight… but Harrington and Smith just declared open season on the champion!”
The camera closes on the staredown, tension thick in the air as the seeds of a fierce tag feud are planted.
Tag Team Match
Cedric Thornfield & Eero Koshkinen vs. Bjorn Asulf & Angelo Anderson
Ringside
The bell rings as Cedric Thornfield plants Bjorn Asulf with the Raven’s Fall, and Eero Koskinen hooks the leg for the three count. The Stratford Arena roars as the referee raises the hands of the unlikely but victorious duo, Thornfield and Koskinen, standing tall over the fallen Viking.
Steve Pringle:
“What a shocking finish! Bjorn Asulf was left to fight alone when Angelo Anderson just… walked out!”
Eddie Bates:
“And you know Asulf’s pride won’t let that slide. That man lives for battle, and tonight he was abandoned!”
In the ring, Thornfield and Koskinen exchange a brief nod of mutual respect before exiting opposite sides. Meanwhile, Asulf pounds the mat in frustration, teeth gritted, chest heaving, fury radiating off him.
— Cut to backstage. Moments later. The camera finds Bjorn Asulf storming down the corridor, his fists clenched, his long hair soaked with sweat. He shoves open the door to the GM’s office, where Matt Anarchy is mid-conversation with a production assistant.
Bjorn Asulf:
“WHERE IS HE?!”
Matt Anarchy: (startled)
“Bjorn—calm down, what the hell happened out there?”
Bjorn Asulf:
“He walked away from the fight! He left me! I want Anderson. I want him in the ring. And I want him to put his title on the line!”
Matt Anarchy:
(pausing, measuring the demand)
“Look, I get you’re angry—Anderson bailed, and that’s not how we do business around here. You want a title shot? I’ll consider it… but you better be ready to earn it.”
Bjorn Asulf:
(growling)
“I am ready. Give me the match. Give me the belt. Give me Anderson.”
Asulf storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him as Anarchy looks on, the tension hanging in the air. The screen cuts to the parking lot—
— where Angelo Anderson, the DW Heavyweight Champion, is already seated in the back of a sleek black car, DW title over his shoulder, watching the chaos unfold on a monitor with a smug grin.
Angelo Anderson:
“Let the animals fight each other. The Unbreakable one stays unbothered.”
The door slams shut and the car pulls away as the fans in the arena boo loudly.
Steve Pringle:
“Bjorn wants blood. Anderson wants distance. But Matt Anarchy may have no choice but to let these two forces collide!”
Eddie Bates:
“The Viking wants gold. The Champion wants out. Something’s got to give!”
— The show fades to black on the image of Bjorn Asulf glaring into the camera backstage, his breathing heavy, his intent crystal clear…
DW Clash 64 goes off the air.
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