DW Clash 74
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 28th July 2025
The broadcast opens with sweeping aerial drone shots of London under the setting sun, before cutting to the glowing façade of the Stratford Arena, where a sold-out crowd roars with anticipation. The camera swoops through the screaming fans, signs waving, as pyro blasts across the stage and the iconic Dynasty Wrestling: Clash logo pulses on the big screen.
🎙️ Steve Pringle (play-by-play):
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another explosive night of Clash! We’re coming to you LIVE from the Stratford Arena here in the heart of London, England — and tonight, it’s episode 74 on the march toward TITANS 2025! I’m Steve Pringle, alongside my partner in crime, Eddie Bates — and Eddie, tonight might just shift the balance of power in Dynasty Wrestling!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates (colour commentator):
“You’re damn right, Steve! The fuse is lit and the powder keg is rumbling! The Road to Titans may have crowned a finalist last week, but that doesn’t mean the chaos is slowing down! Tonight, the UK Championship is on the line, and Callum McLeod might have to wrestle smarter than ever if he wants to leave London with that belt still around his waist!”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Gentleman Geoffrey Hobbs – he’s got the opportunity of a lifetime! Can the aristocrat become a champion, or will McLeod turn back another challenge on the road to Titans?”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Don’t forget the tag team war brewing! The Caledonian Crushers are in action, British Hospitality are out to prove they’re still top of the food chain, and Stijn De Raaf — after pushing the champ to the limit — is back in tag action with Riley Smith!”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Plus — The Welsh Dragon Rhys Morgan battles The Aristocrat of Agony Maxwell Blackwell, and Bjorn Asulf — freshly defeated in the Road to Titans final — will try to get back on track against Jonathan Sullivan!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“It’s a night of statement victories, redemption paths, and rising contenders. One step closer to Titans, and the whole world is watching.”
The camera cuts to the ring where the first match competitors are making their entrances, the crowd still white hot.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Strap in, folks — this is Clash 74… and it starts RIGHT NOW!”
Cue music, pyro, and opening bell.
Tag Team Match
Caledonian Crushers vs. Union Jack & Oliver Reed
Backstage
The camera fades in to the office of General Manager Matt Anarchy, where a long black table sits in the center of the room. On it rests the official contract for the DW Heavyweight Championship Match at Titans 2025. Two leather chairs sit on either side. On the wall behind Matt hangs the Dynasty Wrestling logo and a large poster for Titans 2025. A production assistant hands Matt a clipboard as he stands at the center, microphone in hand.
Matt Anarchy:
“Alright, this is it. The match is official — but tonight, we make it real. At Titans 2025, it will be ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson… defending the DW Heavyweight Championship against ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield!”
Crowd roars from inside the arena as the scene is being broadcast on the big screen.
The door swings open and in strides Angelo Anderson, the DW Heavyweight Champion, dressed in black jeans and a custom leather jacket with “Unbreakable” stitched across the back. The DW title sits proudly on his shoulder. He saunters to the table and sneers across it. A moment later, Cedric Thornfield enters from the opposite side — wearing a tailored black coat, dark eyes intense and focused beneath his long raven-black hair. The crowd watching on the screen begins chanting his name.
Angelo Anderson:
(leaning on the table, smirking)
“You really think this is going to be your moment, Cedric? You think you’re different? You think you’re the one who’s finally gonna stop the unstoppable? I’ve broken every man they’ve thrown at me — and I promise you, at Titans, I’ll break you too.”
Thornfield doesn’t blink. He slowly takes a seat and stares across the table.
Cedric Thornfield:
“I’m not here to be different. I’m here to end your reign of fear. You rule with threats and cheap attacks. But at Titans, there’ll be no shortcuts… and no escape.”
Anderson chuckles darkly, chewing his gum, then snatches the pen from the table and signs the contract with a flourish. He slams the pen down and glares across at Cedric.
Angelo Anderson:
“You don’t belong in my ring. You’re just a crow perched on the edge, waiting for a scrap. But after Titans? You’ll be just another broken beak on the mat.”
Cedric picks up the pen without saying a word and signs the contract, sliding it across to Matt Anarchy. The crowd cheers loudly as Thornfield calmly stands up…
Suddenly — WHAM! Anderson flips the table with both hands, sending it crashing into Cedric’s chest and knocking him back into the wall. Papers scatter. Thornfield tries to steady himself —
But Anderson lunges forward and clocks him in the head with a cheap shot. Cedric stumbles, but still doesn’t fall. Anderson grabs the DW Championship belt and drives it into Thornfield’s midsection, finally dropping him to the ground.
Matt Anarchy (yelling):
“Enough! That’s ENOUGH, Angelo!”
Anderson stands over the fallen challenger, breathing heavy, the belt raised in one hand.
Angelo Anderson:
“You signed your death warrant, Raven. I hope the pain feels familiar — ‘cause you’ll be drowning in it at Titans.”
He throws the belt over his shoulder and storms out, leaving Matt Anarchy kneeling next to Cedric, who is already trying to push himself back to his feet, defiant and unwavering.
Fade to black.
Single Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Backstage
The camera cuts to the well-lit Dynasty Wrestling interview backdrop. Standing in front of it, looking smugly pleased with himself, is ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. He’s freshly showered, dressed in a designer jacket with his signature white scarf draped around his neck, and holding a branded bottle of sparkling water. His DW UK Title #1 Contender’s match victory still fresh in everyone’s minds.
As the crowd inside the arena gives a mix of cheers and boos (leaning toward boos), into frame walks ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw, confidently strutting up beside Harrington, still in her glittering ring gear from last week’s rematch win over Kandi Sparks. Her hair is perfect, and her smirk just as sharp.
Oliver Harrington:
(grinning, adjusting his scarf)
“Well well well… if it isn’t the Queen of Class herself. Platinum perfection in the flesh.”
Emily Shaw:
(smirking)
“And the soon-to-be King of the UK Title. Not bad, Pretty Boy. Not bad at all.”
They fist bump, the chemistry between them obvious — two egos basking in their individual brilliance.
Harrington:
“Last week, you shut Kandi Sparks up again. I proved that Callum McLeod isn’t half as clever as he thinks he is. And next stop? Titans. The UK Title’s coming home to Essex, love.”
Shaw:
“Oh, no doubt about it. And the way my boys — Kyle and Angus — handled business last week? Dominant. I say we stop waiting around for recognition. We show Dynasty Wrestling exactly what platinum power looks like.”
Harrington:
(raising an eyebrow)
“Go on…”
Shaw:
“We call it the Platinum Coalition. Me. You. The Caledonian Crushers. Next week, we celebrate. The future of Dynasty Wrestling, united. Unapologetic. Unstoppable. You with me?”
Harrington:
(smirking with a nod)
“Now that sounds fabulous. Count me in. Let’s make it official — next week, the Platinum Coalition takes over Clash. Lights, champagne, a little gold, a little silver… and a lot of envy.”
They both laugh and walk off together with self-satisfied confidence, Harrington casually sipping from his water while Shaw tosses a look over her shoulder at the camera.
Shaw:
“Don’t blink, Dynasty. The Platinum Era is just beginning.”
Fade out.
Single Match
Bjorn Asulf vs. Jonathan Sullivan
Ringside
The bell rings and the crowd roars as ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf drives Jonathan Sullivan to the mat with a thunderous Falling Hammer (Ura Nage) for the 1-2-3.
Steve Pringle (PBP):
“And that’s it! Bjorn Asulf with a dominant victory here tonight over a tough opponent in Jonathan Sullivan!”
Eddie Bates (Color):
“That’s not just a win, Steve — that’s a statement. The Viking is still fuming after losing the tournament final to Thornfield, and poor Sullivan just felt the storm.”
Bjorn rises to his feet, nostrils flaring, chest heaving. He doesn’t acknowledge the referee raising his arm — instead, he glares down at the fallen Sullivan. The crowd begins to murmur as Asulf steps back into the corner… and charges with a brutal knee strike to Sullivan’s head!
Steve Pringle:
“Oh come on! That was uncalled for!”
Eddie Bates:
“Looks like the Viking’s not done hunting…”
The referee tries to intervene, but Asulf shoves him aside and grabs Sullivan by the hair, dragging him up for another crushing blow. The crowd begins to boo heavily as Asulf continues the assault, stomping and hammering Sullivan’s body with fists like sledgehammers.
Suddenly —
🎶[Cue Music Hit: Eero Koshkien’s Theme]🎶
The crowd explodes into cheers as Eero Koshkien charges down the ramp at full speed!
Steve Pringle:
“Wait a second! Eero Koshkien! Here comes the Finnish powerhouse!”
Eddie Bates:
“He’s not waiting for a second invitation — he’s in the ring already!”
Asulf turns, just in time to eat a big running lariat from Koshkien that sends him staggering back into the ropes! The crowd roars as Eero fires off a flurry of stiff strikes, forcing Asulf to roll out of the ring to regroup.
Bjorn paces at ringside, fuming, eyes locked on Koshkien as officials and medics tend to Sullivan behind Eero. Koshkien points a finger at Asulf and shouts something in Finnish, then gestures to the crowd with a raised fist.
Steve Pringle:
“Eero Koshkien just made a powerful statement — he’s not going to let Bjorn Asulf run rampant in Dynasty Wrestling!”
Eddie Bates:
“That’s not just a rescue — that’s a challenge, Steve. This isn’t over.”
Bjorn snarls from the floor, mouthing off in Norwegian, while Koshkien stands tall in the ring, defiant. The crowd chants “EERO! EERO!” as the camera cuts to a furious Asulf backing up the ramp, eyes still locked on his new rival.
[Fade to black.]
Backstage
The Dynasty Wrestling banner hangs behind a very tense William Smith, who stands flanked by a frustrated and visibly agitated Sovereign — Ben Noble in a designer suit with a hint of rage in his eyes, and Kandi Sparks, arms crossed, pacing like a caged animal.
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks — The Sovereign. And after recent setbacks in tag team and six-man action, many are asking the question — where does The Sovereign go from here?”
Ben Noble: (cutting him off, seething)
“Where do we go, William? We go back to what matters. We’ve wasted our time fighting distractions — meaningless matches against men who aren’t even in our league. We’ve been dragged into scraps with nobodies while they… theyparade around like they own this place.”
Kandi steps forward, glaring into the camera.
Kandi Sparks:
“We’re not here to put on pretty little matches and give people a feel-good story. We’re here to build an empire, and somewhere along the line, we let our attention drift. We got caught in the weeds. That changes now.”
Ben Noble:
“Starting tonight, we get back to domination. And that means reminding everyone who the real threat is. The real enemy. The ones who call themselves the Platinum Coalition — a bunch of overhyped, over-polished posers playing at power.”
Kandi snorts derisively, brushing her hair back.
Kandi Sparks:
“Emily Shaw? Oliver Harrington? Those two have been whispering sweet nothings into the ears of everyone with a camera, pretending they run this place. And the Crushers — McRae and Blackhart — like they’re some unstoppable Scottish wrecking crew? Please.”
Ben Noble steps closer, eyes burning with intent.
Ben Noble:
“Here’s a message, loud and clear. Caledonian Crushers — we want you at Titans. No more side roads. No more distractions. Just you, us, and the kind of fight that breaks bones and shatters egos. You want to puff your chests out as the Platinum Coalition’s muscle? Then let’s see how long you last in the same ring with The Sovereign.”
William Smith:
“Strong words. So it’s official — a challenge laid down for Titans 2025. Sovereign versus the Caledonian Crushers?”
Ben Noble:
“Oh, it’s more than a challenge, Will. It’s a reckoning.”
Kandi smirks, finally still.
Kandi Sparks:
“Hope they enjoy their little Platinum celebration next week… ‘cause it’ll be their last one.”
The Sovereign storm off together, laser-focused and united, leaving William Smith staring after them as the camera fades to black.
Tag Team Match
British Hospitality vs. Stijn De Raaf & Riley Smith
Backstage
The camera cuts to the interview area backstage. The Dynasty Wrestling logo glows behind William Smith, who stands with a microphone in hand. Beside him, dressed in a perfectly pressed three-piece suit, his hair slicked and posture pristine, is the ever-smug “Gentlemen” Geoffrey Hobbs. The polished silver of his cane gleams under the lights, and he twirls it idly as he listens.
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from tonight’s main event — a DW UK Championship match — and I’m joined now by the challenger, ‘Gentlemen’ Geoffrey Hobbs. Geoffrey, tonight you step into the ring with Callum McLeod, a fighting champion and a man who’s built his legacy on grit and tenacity. Your thoughts heading into this title match?”
Geoffrey Hobbs: (raising a finger, smirking)
“William, please… legacy? Callum McLeod’s ‘legacy’ is that he’s taken more punches than he’s thrown and stubbornly refused to lie down. That’s not legacy — that’s lunacy.”
He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt beneath his waistcoat, his tone sharpening.
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“I don’t brawl, I don’t scrap, and I certainly don’t throw fists like some pub-crawling hooligan from the Highlands. I operate with precision, with class, and with the kind of strategic excellence that people like McLeod wouldn’t recognise if it hit them with a monogrammed silver tray.”
William Smith:
“Still, some would argue that your approach lacks the heart and fire the UK Championship has come to represent—”
Geoffrey Hobbs: (interrupting, with an indignant scoff)
“Heart and fire? Don’t insult me. This championship deserves refinement, not flannel and fury. It deserves a champion who elevates the belt, not one who stumbles into fights and hopes the crowd cheers loud enough to carry him through.”
He pauses, turning directly to the camera.
Geoffrey Hobbs:
“Tonight, the chaos ends. The title will no longer be draped over the shoulder of a brute playing Braveheart. It will be displayed, polished and gleaming, around the waist of a true gentleman. And when the dust settles, Callum McLeod will realise the truth: grit can only get you so far… but class? Class is eternal.”
He flashes a smug smile, taps his cane once on the floor, and strolls off screen with the air of a man already envisioning himself champion.
William Smith: (turning back to the camera)
“There you have it — confident, calculated, and focused. Geoffrey Hobbs challenges for the DW UK Championship — next.”
Fade out.
DW UK Championship Match
Callum McLeod (c) vs. ‘Gentlemen’ Geoffrey Hobbs
Backstage
(The camera feed suddenly cuts backstage. A production assistant stumbles out of the way as a storming figure barrels down the hallway.)
Steve Pringle:
“…Wait a second… Is that who I think it is?!”
Eddie Bates:
“No damn way. That’s Jet! That’s the Final DW World Champion in 2006…..”
(The arena crowd loses it as the camera finally gets a clear shot. It’s him. Jet. The same man who walked out of DW in 2006 with the title—long black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, combat-style ring gear, green eyes blazing with intent.)
Steve Pringle:
“He hasn’t been seen in DW for twenty years! And now he just walks back in like this?!”
Eddie Bates:
“Jet looks like he never left. The man is 42 and moving like it’s 2006 again.”
(Jet shoves past two crew members and throws open a door, scanning the area like a hunter tracking prey.)
Jet:
“Where is Jon Page?!?!”
(The crew freezes—silent—until Jet locks eyes with someone off-camera.
It’s Matt Anarchy.
Clipboard in hand. Tension in the air. Jet steps toward him—slow, deliberate, and close enough to make anyone flinch. But Anarchy holds his ground.)
Jet (oddly):
“Hi, Matt.”
(He stops just inches from him. The air is heavy—there’s history here. His voice drops.)
Jet:
“You remember me?”
(Anarchy gives a subtle, guarded nod.)
Jet:
“Good. Now go find Jon. Tell him the Jetstream never died… it just waited.”
(He turns—pauses—looks back with a smirk.)
Jet:
“…Because it’s still… 90 degrees and rising.”
(The crowd explodes into chants of “JET! JET! JET!” as the camera fades to black.)
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