DW Clash 67
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 2nd June 2025
The show opens with a roaring crowd inside the packed Stratford Arena. The camera pans across excited fans, homemade signs waving in the air—“EERO FOR CHAMP!”, “BLACKWELL = COWARD”, “NOBLE BLOOD, SOVEREIGN PRIDE!”—before cutting to the commentary desk.
Steve Pringle (play-by-play):
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Dynasty Wrestling Clash 67! We are coming to you live from the iconic Stratford Arena in London, England, and we are just weeks away from Original Sinners!”
Eddie Bates (colour commentator):
“That’s right, Steve! And tensions are BOILING over. Just last week, Bjorn Asulf laid out the DW Champion Angelo Anderson on the stage, and tonight—oh boy—those two are on the same team in our blockbuster main event!”
Steve Pringle:
“Main event madness, Eddie! It’ll be ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield teaming with Eero Koshkinen, the man who pinned Anderson last week, to take on the unlikely pairing of the champ and the Viking. You can bet something is going to explode.”
Eddie Bates:
“And that’s not all! We’ve got four big matches tonight. Stijn De Raaf, the cold and clinical Dutch technician, locks horns with fiery Irishman Liam O’Donovan to kick us off.”
Steve Pringle:
“Plus, it’s a non-title tag match that could shape the tag division—The Dogs of War, with that loudmouth James Shepherd in their corner, take on the savage Caledonian Crushers!”
Eddie Bates:
“And after that, it’s all about momentum—Jonathan Sullivan, still laser-focused on championship glory, takes on the unpredictable Geoffrey Hobbs in what should be a hard-hitting affair.”
Steve Pringle:
“We’re on the edge of something huge, Eddie. Rivalries are sharpening, alliances are shifting, and the path to Original Sinners is paved in tension.”
Eddie Bates:
“So strap in, folks—because Dynasty Wrestling Clash 67 starts right now!”
Cue pyro blasting across the stage as the crowd erupts and the theme music hits. The camera cuts to the ring, where Stijn De Raaf is already making his entrance for the opening bout…
Single Match
Stijn De Raaf vs. Liam O’Donovan
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage hallway. Stijn De Raaf is still catching his breath, sweat gleaming on his brow as he strides past crates and production gear, smirking with confidence after his win. Just as he turns the corner—
Jonathan Sullivan steps into frame, blocking his path.
He’s not dressed to compete yet, but his arms are crossed, and his expression is ice cold.
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Well look who thinks he belongs. Another tourist with a win and a bloated ego.”
De Raaf stops, sizing Sullivan up with a slight tilt of the head, unimpressed.
Stijn De Raaf:
“If you’ve come to congratulate me, you’re doing a terrible job.”
Sullivan (scoffs):
“Congratulate you? Please. You’re not Clash material, De Raaf. You don’t carry yourself like it, and more importantly—you don’t belong here with the best. Not yet.”
Stijn De Raaf (smirking):
“I just beat a contender. But if you need a reminder of what ‘material’ I’m made of… I’ll happily embarrass you next week.”
Sullivan leans in slightly, voice sharp and deliberate.
Jonathan Sullivan:
“You’re on. But when I leave you lying, don’t cry about the welcome you asked for.”
Sullivan brushes past De Raaf with a shoulder bump as the Dutchman narrows his eyes and watches him go.
Steve Pringle (voiceover):
“Whoa! We’ve got ourselves a collision set for next week—Jonathan Sullivan vs. Stijn De Raaf! This one’s going to be stiff, folks!”
Single Match
Kandi Sparks vs. Emily Shaw
Ringside
The bell has already sounded. The time limit has expired, but neither Kandi Sparks nor Emily Shaw seem to care. The match may be over, but the fight most certainly isn’t. The ring is chaos—Kandi is hammering away at Shaw in the corner, while officials try desperately to separate the two. The Stratford Arena crowd roars with a mix of cheers and shock as referees, road agents, and even security flood the ring.
Steve Pringle (play-by-play):
“This match ended in a draw, but there’s nothing settled here! Kandi and Emily are tearing each other apart!”
Eddie Bates (colour commentator):
“Forget about rules—these two want blood!”
Just as Shaw breaks free from a referee and lunges at Kandi again, the crowd erupts as DW General Manager Matt Anarchy storms down the ramp, red-faced and furious. He has a microphone in hand.
Matt Anarchy:
“That’s ENOUGH! If you two want to kill each other, fine—but we’re going to do it on MY terms!”
The crowd buzzes, anticipation building.
Matt Anarchy:
“At Original Sinners, it’ll be Kandi Sparks vs. Emily Shaw—No Disqualification… Falls Count Anywhere!”
The crowd explodes with cheers. Kandi, leaning on the ropes, grins savagely through a busted lip. Shaw snarls, dragging herself back to her feet as security holds her in place.
Matt Anarchy (shouting):
“Take it to the parking lot, the crowd, the locker room—I don’t care. But come Original Sinners, this ends!”
Anarchy drops the mic and exits as security struggles to keep both women apart. Kandi shouts “YOU’RE MINE!” while Shaw yells right back: “BRING IT, YOU FRAUD!” The crowd chants “LET THEM FIGHT!” as the screen fades out.
Steve Pringle:
“Falls count anywhere, no disqualifications… This is going to be absolute carnage!”
Eddie Bates:
“Kandi Sparks. Emily Shaw. Two women, one war—and no rules. Count me in.”
Tag Team Match
Dogs of War vs. Caledonian Crushers
Ringside
The Stratford Arena echoes with a chorus of boos as the Dogs of War—Nate McKenzie and Jack O’Connor—have their hands raised in victory. Their manager, the ever-smug James Shepherd, slides into the ring with a satisfied grin, clutching the DW Tag Team Championship belts and barking commands at the crowd like a general on parade.
James Shepherd (with a microphone):
“Just another night, just another pair of poor sods flattened by the finest tag team Australia’s ever exported! McKenzie! O’Connor! Unstoppable! Unshakable! Unbreakable!”
The crowd jeers louder, some throwing popcorn toward the ring. Shepherd holds the belts high.
James Shepherd:
“Caledonian Crushers? More like Caledonian Crumblers. Now—HEY—look sharp, lads!”
Before Shepherd can finish, the music of British Hospitality hits to a huge pop. Alexander Hate and Harry Black storm the ring, fists flying. A wild brawl erupts—British Hospitality taking out both Dogs of War members with relentless fury. The crowd roars in approval as Hate nails O’Connor with a discus forearm, and Black sends McKenzie tumbling through the ropes with a running knee strike.
Shepherd grabs the belts and backs up the ramp, stunned, as his team scrambles to regroup outside the ring.
Harry Black (snatching a mic):
“You think you’re gonna keep those belts warm forever, boys?”
Alexander Hate:
“Original Sinners, this ain’t gonna be survival of the fittest—this is gonna be survival of the most British. And that’s us!”
Harry Black:
“Triple threat tag match. Dogs of War, Sovereign, Hospitality. And by the time that night is over, we’ll be doin’ more than servin’ up scones—we’ll be servin’ up justice!”
The crowd roars in support as Hate & Black pose in the ring, motioning for the gold, while Shepherd screams bloody murder on the ramp. The DW Tag Team Title match at Original Sinners is set to be a battle for the ages.
Steve Pringle (on commentary):
“British Hospitality making their intentions very clear—and it looks like the triple threat is officially on!”
Eddie Bates:
“Get your reservations now—because it’s about to be a full-course brawl!”
Fade to a hype package for the main event.
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Geoffrey Hobbs
Backstage
(Camera opens backstage where William Smith stands with a mic in hand beside a smug, suited-up DW Heavyweight Champion ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. The champ watches a nearby monitor where a replay of Jonathan Sullivan’s hard-fought win over Geoffrey Hobbs is playing.)
William Smith:
“Angelo, you’ve just watched Jonathan Sullivan—one of Dynasty Wrestling’s most decorated competitors—score another big victory. Any thoughts ahead of Original Sinners?”
(Angelo Anderson chuckles, clearly unimpressed. He adjusts his title belt slung over his shoulder.)
Angelo Anderson:
“Thoughts? Yeah, I’ve got one: Jonathan Sullivan is a child playing king. He walks around with that same tired, haunted stare like he’s some kind of messiah of wrestling—but what I see? A man clinging to the past because he knows damn well he can’t beat the present.”
(Angelo glances back to the monitor, smirking.)
Angelo Anderson:
“You can chalk up win after win, Johnny boy—but you haven’t stood in the ring with someone like me. You want to chase this? This DW Championship? Then get ready to learn what it means to be broken by the unbreakable.”
(Just then, the crowd can be heard reacting from inside the arena as Jonathan Sullivan steps into frame, fresh from the ring, sweat still dripping, fists clenched.)
Jonathan Sullivan:
“Say that again.”
(Angelo doesn’t hesitate—he gets in Sullivan’s face.)
Angelo Anderson:
“You’re not a champion, Sullivan. You’re a footnote.”
(Without another word, Sullivan throws the first punch—the brawl explodes backstage! The two men trade vicious shots as security and officials swarm the area, struggling to separate them. Angelo shouts, “I’m the king here!” while Sullivan roars back, “Not for long!”)
(As chaos unfolds, William Smith steps aside, mic still in hand, as the screen fades to black.)
Steve Pringle (voice-over):
“This war is heating up fast—and Original Sinners just got even more dangerous!”
Tag Team Match
Cedric Thornfield & Eero Koshkinen vs. Angelo Anderson & Bjorn Asulf
Ringside
The bell rings to a huge ovation as Cedric Thornfield and Eero Koshkinen have their hands raised in victory. Angelo Anderson rolls to the outside, clutching his jaw, while Bjorn Asulf seethes inside the ring, frustrated by another loss.
Steve Pringle:
“Thornfield and Koshkinen pick up a massive win here on Clash 67—and look at the champion, Steve! Angelo Anderson is furious!”
Eddie Bates:
“You think he’s furious? Look at Bjorn! That man’s about to explode!”
As Cedric and Eero celebrate briefly, Asulf paces in the corner. Suddenly, his eyes dart to the outside—he grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s area and slides back in.
CRACK!
The chair connects with the back of Eero Koshkinen!
CRACK!
Another shot—this time to Cedric Thornfield! The arena erupts into shocked boos.
Steve Pringle:
“What the hell is Asulf doing?! He’s lost it!”
Anderson stumbles back into the ring, only to eat a thunderous chair shot of his own. The champion drops like a stone as the crowd roars in disbelief.
Bjorn throws the chair to the mat and stalks over to where Anderson lies. He picks up the DW Heavyweight Championship belt and slowly raises it high into the air, standing over all three fallen men.
Eddie Bates:
“Whether you love him or hate him, Bjorn Asulf is making one thing clear—he wants that title, and he’s willing to go through everyone to get it.”
The last image of the night is Bjorn Asulf, blood on his chest, fury in his eyes, and the DW Heavyweight Championship raised high over his head as Clash 67 fades to black.
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