DW Clash 65
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 19th May 2025
[CAMERA FADES IN to the roaring Stratford Arena crowd. Pyro explodes across the stage as the Clash 65 logo flashes across the screen. We cut to ringside where STEVE PRINGLE and EDDIE BATES are standing by at the commentary desk.]
STEVE PRINGLE:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another explosive edition of Dynasty Wrestling: Clash! We are LIVE from the iconic Stratford Arena here in London, England—and the fallout from last week’s event is still being felt throughout the wrestling world!”
EDDIE BATES:
“Steve, the atmosphere is white-hot tonight. We’ve got grudges, we’ve got tension—and we’ve got Bjorn Asulf looking for redemption after being abandoned by DW Heavyweight Champion Angelo Anderson last week. He faces Cedric Thornfield in a main event that could shatter the foundation of Dynasty Wrestling!”
STEVE PRINGLE:
“And speaking of foundation-shakers—British Hospitality collide with the new DW UK Tag Team Champions The Dogs of War in a non-title match with huge implications. If Hospitality can get the win tonight, they may launch themselves back into contention!”
EDDIE BATES:
“Plus, the rivalry between Kandi Cross and Emily Shaw reaches boiling point. These two don’t like each other—at all—and they’re about to settle it in the ring.”
STEVE PRINGLE:
“And let’s not forget, Maxwell Blackwell continues to mock and provoke Rhys Morgan by calling him a ‘fake dragon’—but tonight he’s facing the debuting Oliver Reed, and that could throw a wrench in his plans.”
EDDIE BATES:
“Start your night right with Leo Lewis vs. Riley Smith—it’s a battle of speed vs. grit! It all goes down RIGHT NOW—so don’t go anywhere!”
[CAMERA CUTS to the ring as the opening match is about to begin, with the crowd fired up and chanting.]
DYNASTY WRESTLING: CLASH 65 IS UNDERWAY!
Single Match
Leo Lewis vs. Riley Smith
Ringside
[Riley Smith stands tall in the ring, having just scored a hard-fought victory over Leo Lewis. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Smith paces the ring, nodding with smug satisfaction. Oliver Harrington soon joins him on the ramp, applauding sarcastically and raising Smith’s hand as the two exchange a brief handshake.]
[Suddenly, the crowd erupts into cheers as Union Jack’s music hits! The masked English luchador sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, mic in hand. Harrington and Smith backpedal slightly, but stand their ground.]
UNION JACK:
“Well done, lads. A real impressive showing tonight, Riley. But let’s not forget what happened last week—you two tried to blindside the DW UK Champion, and I’m not one to let that slide.”
[Fans cheer loudly. Smith sneers while Harrington shakes his head dismissively.]
UNION JACK (CONT’D):
“So here’s what I propose—next week, the two of you… versus me and the man you tried to jump—Callum McLeod!”
[HUGE pop from the crowd. Smith and Harrington share a brief, tense look, nodding in acceptance.]
UNION JACK:
“You want to make a name for yourselves at our expense? We’ll see just how tough you are… when you’re not attacking from behind.”
[Union Jack tosses the mic, and his music hits again as he stands tall in the ring, staring down Smith and Harrington on the ramp. The crowd is fired up as the camera cuts to the commentary desk.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“What a match that’s going to be next week! Union Jack and Callum McLeod teaming up? That’s a serious challenge for Harrington and Riley Smith!”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“And if Smith and Harrington want to earn a shot at gold, they’ll have to go through fire to do it!”
Non Title Tag Team Match
British Hospitality vs. The Dogs of War
Ringside
[The bell rings as The Dogs of War—Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie—stand tall over a battered Harry Black. Their manager, the loud-mouthed and flamboyantly dressed James Shepherd, climbs into the ring holding the DW UK Tag Team Championship belts. Boos rain down from the Stratford Arena crowd.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Love them or hate them, the Dogs of War just secured a dominant win over British Hospitality!”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“And now here comes the part where Shepherd opens his mouth… heaven help us all.”
[Shepherd hands the belts to O’Connor and McKenzie before grabbing a microphone. He cackles as he steps over the fallen Alexander Hate, who’s clutching his ribs.]
JAMES SHEPHERD:
“Well well well, so this is the ‘great British Hospitality’ we heard so much about, huh? I’ve had warmer welcomes from crocodiles in Darwin!”
[The crowd boos harder as Shepherd struts around the ring, the belts dangling mockingly from his hands.]
JAMES SHEPHERD (CONT’D):
“You two blokes are about as threatening as a soggy crumpet! These men—Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie—didn’t come here for polite handshakes or tepid tea. They came to rule this tag division with Australian precision and brutality!”
[O’Connor and McKenzie raise the titles high over the fallen Brits, laughing in their faces. The crowd chants “You suck!” as Shepherd motions for the champs to drape the belts over Hate and Black mockingly before leaving the ring.]
[As the Dogs of War exit to massive heat, Harry Black rolls to a knee and grabs a mic. His face is flushed, bruised—but burning with intensity. Alexander Hate slowly pulls himself up beside him.]
HARRY BLACK:
“You think this is over, yeah? You think tonight proves something? All you proved is you can win with a loudmouth leading the way and the belts clouding your heads.”
[Crowd cheers as Black stands fully upright.]
HARRY BLACK (CONT’D):
“But you’ve just lit a fire you can’t put out. British Hospitality ain’t about pleasantries—we’re about pride. And you’ve stomped all over it.”
ALEXANDER HATE:
“You bring those belts next time, boys. Because we’re not just fighting for a win… we’re coming to tear down your empire.”
[The crowd roars as Hospitality stands tall in defiance, battered but unbowed, staring down the ramp as the Dogs of War hold their titles up one last time before disappearing backstage.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“They may not have the gold yet—but British Hospitality just showed the world they’re not backing down.”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“This war’s just heating up, mate.”
Single Match
Maxwell Blackwell vs. Oliver Reed
Ringside
[The bell rings as Maxwell Blackwell arrogantly stands over Oliver Reed, having just secured a hard-fought win. The Stratford Arena fills with jeers, but Blackwell just smirks, brushing the hair from his face and motioning for a mic.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Maxwell Blackwell with a statement win here tonight… but don’t expect any humility from ‘The Mirage.’”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“That ego has its own gravitational pull, Steve.”
[Blackwell kneels beside Reed, mockingly tapping him on the head like a scolded child before standing again and addressing the crowd.]
MAXWELL BLACKWELL:
“Another match. Another win. Another so-called fan favourite left lying. And still… still I’m overlooked in this circus.”
[Boos grow louder as Blackwell sneers.]
MAXWELL BLACKWELL (CONT’D):
“But that’s fine. I don’t need your cheers, your chants, or your approval. I will rewrite Dynasty Wrestling in my image—starting with—”
[SUDDENLY, a huge pop from the crowd as Rhys Morgan sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring!]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Wait a second—That’s Rhys Morgan! And he’s not waiting around!”
[Blackwell barely turns before Morgan tackles him to the mat, raining down fists. The crowd explodes as Morgan throws Blackwell into the corner and hits a vicious Dragon Rush knee strike! Blackwell crumples, rolling out of the ring in a panic.]
[Morgan grabs the mic Blackwell dropped and paces furiously in the ring.]
RHYS MORGAN:
“‘Fake Dragon,’ was it? You think you can blindside me and get away with it? Not in my house, Max.”
[The crowd chants “Rhys! Rhys! Rhys!” as Blackwell staggers up the ramp, seething.]
RHYS MORGAN (CONT’D):
“You want attention? You’ve got it. Next week—you and me. No sneak attacks, no running. Just you getting what you deserve.”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“Maxwell might’ve lit a fire he can’t put out!”
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Rhys Morgan vs. Maxwell Blackwell—next week on Clash! You won’t want to miss it!”
[Morgan throws the mic down as the fans cheer and “Welsh Dragon” chants echo through the arena. Blackwell stares from the stage, furious, but clearly shaken.]
Single Match
Emily Shaw vs. Kandi Sparks
Ringside
[The Stratford Arena is a mixture of boos and stunned silence as Emily Shaw stands tall, having just stolen a victory over the ever-popular Kandi Sparks. Shaw grins smugly, raising her arms high, soaking in the jeers.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Emily Shaw snatches a win tonight, but wait—something feels off here, Eddie…”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“When Emily’s this smug, it usually means she’s about to make someone’s life a nightmare.”
[Kandi rolls out of the ring, holding her midsection. Ben Noble is suddenly at ringside, checking on her—until, out of nowhere—Kyle McRae charges down and starts brawling with Noble!]
STEVE PRINGLE:
“That’s Kyle McRae from the Caledonian Crushers! What’s he doing out here?!”
[Noble fires back, but Angus Blackhart soon joins the fight, blindsiding Noble. Together, the Caledonian Crushers double-team Noble viciously. The fans erupt in boos.]
EDDIE BATES:
“This is an ambush! A damn setup!”
[Emily Shaw steps out onto the apron with a microphone, beaming.]
EMILY SHAW:
“Oh come on now, don’t act so surprised! You lot thought I was just hanging around the mid-card forever?”
[She walks toward the downed Ben Noble, smirking at his pain.]
EMILY SHAW (CONT’D):
“It’s about time someone brought a little class… power… and platinum-level planning to Dynasty Wrestling. That’s why I’ve aligned myself with two men who are tired of being disrespected just like I was.”
[She turns and gestures proudly to Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, now standing over Noble like hunters with a prize.]
EMILY SHAW (CONT’D):
“Say hello to the Platinum Coalition.”
[The crowd unleashes a wall of boos. The Crushers nod in satisfaction as Shaw drops to her knees beside Noble.]
EMILY SHAW (CONT’D):
“Ben, Kandi… consider this a hostile takeover.”
[“Platinum” by Miranda Sound hits the speakers as Shaw stands in the center with McRae and Blackhart, raising their arms high over the fallen Sovereign.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“The Platinum Coalition is here—and they’ve just made one hell of a statement!”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“And if I were the rest of the tag division—or any woman in that locker room—I’d be watching my back!”
[Fade to black.]
Single Match
Cedric Thornfield vs. Bjorn Asulf
Ringside
[The crowd at the Stratford Arena rises to their feet as “the Black Raven” Cedric Thornfield stands tall in the center of the ring, having just outlasted a brutal encounter with “the Viking” Bjorn Asulf. The bell has barely stopped ringing, both men bruised and exhausted.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Cedric Thornfield with a massive win tonight over Bjorn Asulf in a war of attrition—what a battle we’ve witnessed!”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“Neither man’s walking out of here at a hundred percent, Steve. Look at the carnage in that ring!”
[Suddenly, the lights dim slightly and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson appears at the top of the ramp. The DW Heavyweight Champion slowly walks toward the ring, his title slung arrogantly over his shoulder, a cruel smirk on his face.]
STEVE PRINGLE:
“Wait a second—Angelo Anderson? What’s he doing out here?!”
EDDIE BATES:
“Whatever it is, it’s bad news. Look at the state of Thornfield and Bjorn! Anderson smells blood in the water.”
[Anderson climbs onto the apron, slowly stepping through the ropes. Thornfield struggles to his feet, glaring at him, while Bjorn is barely pulling himself up in the corner. The champ paces, circling the ring like a predator, loosening his fists, ready to strike.]
[But then—BOOM! The crowd explodes as Eero Koskinen’s music hits!]
EDDIE BATES:
“Here comes the Finnish Giant! Business is about to pick up!”
[Eero storms down the ramp with purpose, eyes locked on Anderson. The champ pauses, tilting his head with a bemused expression. Thornfield steps back, nodding at Eero in mutual respect, while Bjorn rolls out of the ring, seething in frustration.]
[Eero grabs a mic and climbs into the ring. The fans chant his name.]
EERO KOSKINEN:
“Angelo… you wanted a weakened opponent? You won’t get one. But if you want a fight…”
[Eero steps face-to-face with the DW Champion, not backing down an inch.]
EERO (CONT’D):
“Next week. You. Me. One-on-one. Non-title. No excuses.”
[The crowd roars. Anderson just smirks, lifting the DW Championship off his shoulder and raising it between them.]
ANGELO ANDERSON (smirking):
“You want to fight the Unbreakable? Then you’ve got it. I’ll see you next week, big man.”
[Anderson turns and exits the ring without incident, his smirk lingering as he backs up the ramp, the title glinting in the arena lights. In the ring, Eero stands tall beside Cedric Thornfield, both men watching the champion disappear into the shadows.]
STEVE PRINGLE (V.O.):
“Eero Koskinen vs. Angelo Anderson—next week on Clash! It’s official!”
EDDIE BATES (V.O.):
“The Finnish Giant just stepped to the champ… and the champ didn’t blink. Clash 66 can’t come soon enough!”
[Final shot: Eero raising a fist in the air as the Stratford crowd erupts.]
[FADE OUT.]
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