DW Clash 75
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 4th August 2025
(The show opens with a high-energy intro video package. The video shows quick-cut, dynamic shots of DW wrestlers in action, grappling, flying through the air, and hitting their signature moves. It highlights the Stratford Arena’s modern architecture, LED screens, and the roaring crowd. Epic, driving rock music underscores the visuals. The video ends with a shot of the DW Heavyweight Championship belt, held high by Angelo Anderson, followed by the “Dynasty Wrestling: Clash” logo. The camera cuts to the commentary desk.)
Steve Pringle: Welcome everyone, to the Stratford Arena! I’m Steve Pringle, alongside my broadcast partner Eddie Bates, and tonight, we are live on the Sanctioned Violence Network for another edition of DW Clash! The energy in this building is absolutely electric tonight, Eddie!
Eddie Bates: You can say that again, Pringle! The atmosphere here in London is on fire! And I’ll tell you what, I am so excited for this card. We have a night full of hard-hitting action and main event matches that are going to blow the roof off this place!
Steve Pringle: We certainly do. And we can’t ignore the biggest story heading into tonight. Last week, we saw the shocking return of a Dynasty Wrestling legend, Jet, who hasn’t been seen in a DW ring since 2006! A former DW Heavyweight Champion, Jet is a bona fide fan favorite, but the question on everyone’s mind is: why is he back?
Eddie Bates: I’m with you on that one, Pringle. Jet was a lightning rod back in the day. A loud-mouthed, high-flying rebel who never backed down from anyone. And you know me, I can appreciate a guy who’s not afraid to shake things up! I’m just as curious as everyone else to see what he’s got up his sleeve.
Steve Pringle: Well, we can only wait and see, but I have a feeling we won’t have to wait long. Also tonight, we have our main event of the evening. The DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson4, teams up with ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington to take on the fan-favorite duo of Callum McLeod and Rhys Morgan!
Eddie Bates: Let’s not forget why Anderson is even in this main event, Pringle. He’s preparing to face ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield for the DW Heavyweight Championship at the Titans PPV on September 15th! Anderson is trying to make a statement, and what better way to do it than to team up with the cocky and arrogant Oliver Harrington and take out two fan favorites in the process5.
Steve Pringle: That’s a fair point, Eddie. Angelo Anderson, a man who sees his championship as proof of his superiority, will be looking to send a very clear message to Cedric Thornfield tonight. The question is, can anyone stop the dominant ‘Unbreakable’ champion?
Eddie Bates: The man is cold, focused, and dominant, Pringle. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to be a threat , and he’s so far been unstoppable. But tonight, he’s got to deal with the plucky and resilient Rhys Morgan, and the reigning DW UK Champion Callum McLeod. That’s no easy task, even for the champ.
Steve Pringle: The action starts right now, folks! Our first match of the evening is set to get underway. It’s the high-flying masked sensation Union Jack taking on the gruff American Leo Lewis! Don’t go anywhere, because you won’t want to miss a second of the action!
Ringside
[The lights in the DW Arena drop instantly. A wave of confusion rolls across the crowd like a cold breeze through a graveyard. The titantron flickers from the DW logo to a black screen… then a soft hiss of static. Then—BANG—music hits.]
🎵 “Losing Faith” by Nevertel blasts through the speakers gritty riffs, metal drums, and alt-rock rage with that unmistakable nu-metal energy. It’s new… but it feels like 2003 got in a bar fight with 2025 and both walked away angry.
[The crowd erupts. The camera catches them standing, roaring as the stage begins to fill with smoke. Bright green and white spotlights whip through the haze.]
And then — he appears.
JET.
Long black hair tied in a tight ponytail. Sleeveless black hoodie half-unzipped to reveal a scarred and sculpted chest, taped fists at his sides like loaded weapons. Green eyes sharp, scanning, alive. He stands at the top of the ramp like time froze in 2006 and just started ticking again.
[He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t wave. He just starts walking.]
Slow. Controlled. Predatory.
Every step Jet takes toward the ring is like thunder heavy, deliberate. He ignores the fans reaching for high-fives. He’s not here for love. He’s here for war.
[He rolls under the bottom rope, pops to his feet, rips the hood off, and paces the ring like a caged animal. The music fades… but the crowd doesn’t.]
JET! JET! JET! JET!
[He stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand. Crowd still going. He raises the mic and just stands there.]
Ten seconds. Fifteen.
Then:
Jet (calm, almost eerily):
“…Where the hell am I?”
[The crowd simmers, leaning in.]
Jet:
“This is DW? This is what it became? Twenty years. TWENTY years… and I come back to… this?”
[He looks around like he’s waking up from cryosleep.]
Jet:
“I feel like I’ve been frozen since 2006. And now I walk into a building that smells different, sounds different, feels different. I used to stand in this ring with warriors. Real fighters. Where’s Shawn Storm? Gillipse? Slim Thuggy? Havoc? Rick freakin’ Lacey?”
[Jet paces hard now.]
Jet:
“I came back for them. I came back for the ones who built this place! The ones who bled on this mat! The ones who trained like killers and fought like legends!”
[He glares straight into the hard camera.]
Jet:
“…And instead? I get Geoffrey Bobbs.”
[Crowd pops.]
Jet:
“Geoffrey Bobbs the Nobbs. What are you bobbing on, Geoffrey?”
[Laughter explodes in the arena.]
Jet:
“Kenneth D? Kenneth Deez Nuts in your mouth?!”
[He stares, unblinking.]
Jet:
“Masasucki? MASA SUCKI SUCKI SUCKS! And don’t even get me started on Espectrolite. That name sounds like a new Powerade flavor. ‘Try new Espectrolite Glacier Freeze, now with electrolytes and zero championship potential!’”
[Crowd now screaming with laughter.]
Jet (cutting serious again):
“This ain’t a joke. These guys walk around DW like they own it. But they don’t respect the years we laid the foundation. 2001 to 2006 we built this house on dial-up internet, broken bodies, and pride. And now? These new brats… they dance around like they matter.”
[He raises a fist.]
Jet:
“Mr. Millennium is BACK. Jet 2025 is HERE. And I’m here to burn this fake generation to the damn ground.”
[The crowd erupts again: JET! JET! JET! JET!]
[Jet lowers the mic—then lifts it again, with a smirk.]
Jet:
“You think I’m old? Try me. You think I’m past it? Test me. You think this is your ring? Well then step in it and let me remind you—”
[He looks dead into the lens.]
Jet:
“I still move like I’m 23, and I still think like a champion. The mindset never left. The destruction never stopped.”
[Jet slows. Breathes.]
Jet (gritted):
“Now… as for Jon Page?”
[Crowd pops again.]
Jet:
“That British bastard moved to my hometown. Las Vegas, Nevada. And he never even checked in. No call. No ‘Hey, Jet, wanna grab a pint?’ Not a text. Not a whisper.”
[He slips into a mocking UK accent.]
Jet (mocking):
“Oh, I’m Jon Page. I’m going to take over DW and never ring up the man who carried this company on his back through the worst years of its life. I’m going to kick your arse, mate!”
[The crowd laughs loud.]
Jet:
“Jon Page and Amy Page both moved to my city and forgot whose city it really is. Vegas? That’s all me. Summerlin. Henderson. North. South. The whole Strip. That’s Jet territory.”
[He pauses. Stares. Drops the voice.]
Jet:
“So I’m gonna make this real simple.”
Jet (fierce):
“Somebody… tell Jon Page to call me. Tell him to find me. Or better yet—”
[He stares deadpan into the camera.]
Jet:
“Give him my number. It’s 1-800-ASS-KICK.”
[He lowers the mic slowly. Crowd on fire.]
Jet:
“…Because it’s STILL…”
[He lifts his arms wide. The crowd finishes it for him—]
CROWD:
“90 DEGREES AND RISING!”
[Jet tosses the mic and walks out of the ring with that same slow, deliberate power. No music. No lights. Just chaos and noise as the camera fades.]
Single Match
Union Jack vs. Leo Lewis
Ringside
(The lights in the Stratford Arena go down as the electronic dance music of ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw hits the speakers. She walks out from the back, a smug look on her face, dressed in a sparkling silver pantsuit. She is followed by ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington, who is preening for the cameras, and The Caledonian Crushers, Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart. The crowd immediately erupts into a chorus of boos. Emily, Oliver, and the Crushers all enter the ring. Emily takes a microphone as the music fades out.)
Emily Shaw: (Her voice dripping with condescending sweetness) “Oh, hush now, all of you. Settle down. This isn’t a party for you, it’s a celebration for success. Real success. What you are witnessing right now is the dawn of a new dynasty. The Platinum Coalition.”
(The crowd boos louder, and Emily smirks, seemingly enjoying their anger.)
Emily Shaw: “And what a glorious coalition it is! A group of true winners, unlike the rest of you. Last week, we proved that we are the smartest, the most cunning, and the most successful wrestlers in this entire company. And for what? So that this man, my handsome and incredibly talented business partner, could once again remind you all who the real star is.”
Oliver Harrington: (Taking the mic from Emily, a sleazy smile on his face) “That’s right, darling. And if Callum McLeod didn’t learn his lesson, then I’m more than happy to teach him another. My reign as DW UK Champion was just a taste, a small appetizer for what’s to come.”
(Oliver throws the mic down, and Kyle McRae picks it up.)
Kyle McRae: “And let’s not forget what these two blokes did! We were the rightful DW UK Tag Team Champions! We were the ones that took those belts from those pathetic excuse for champions, British Hospitality!”
Angus Blackhart: “And we’re the ones who are going to be taking them back! The Dogs of War can run, but they can’t hide from the Caledonian Crushers! Those belts belong to us! And we want our rematch!”
(Suddenly, the arena goes completely dark. The crowd goes silent, confused. After a moment, a loud, static-filled sound blares through the speakers, and the giant LED screen above the ring flickers to life. On the screen, a prerecorded message from Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks of The Sovereign plays.)
Ben Noble: (Dressed in a sharp suit, a serious look on his face) “Congratulations, boys. You’ve successfully managed to lose the titles you just won. Quite the accomplishment.”
Kandi Sparks: (Standing beside Ben, a look of disgust on her face) “You think you’re so tough. You think you’re so smart. But you’re just loudmouths with no respect. You and your little friends are a disease on this company.”
Ben Noble: “But there’s one thing you got right. You want your rematch. And we’re not going to let you wait for it. The Dogs of War are busy with other things, but we, The Sovereign, are not.”
(The Caledonian Crushers look shocked and angry. Oliver Harrington and Emily Shaw look flabbergasted. The crowd, however, erupts in cheers as the message cuts out, and the lights in the arena return to normal. The Platinum Coalition stands in the ring, seething with anger as the crowd jeers them on.)
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Riley Smith
Backstage
(The camera is positioned in a deserted hallway backstage. The only sounds are the distant rumble of the crowd and the low hum of the arena lights. Suddenly, we see Harry Black from British Hospitality walking alone, holding a coffee cup. As he turns a corner, he is ambushed by The Dogs of War, Nate McKenzie and Jack O’Connor. Harry’s coffee cup is immediately knocked out of his hand, and he is shoved against a nearby wall.)
Nate McKenzie: (A menacing smirk on his face) “Where’s your little friend, Harry? Not here to save you this time?”
(Harry tries to push them away, but Nate and Jack are too strong.)
Harry Black: “Get off me, you animals! I’m not afraid of you!”
Jack O’Connor: “Oh, you will be. You and your partner took something from us, and we’re here to take something from you.”
(Jack grabs Harry’s arm and twists it behind his back, while Nate holds him firmly against the wall. Harry screams out in pain.)
Harry Black: “Let go! You’re going to break my arm!”
Nate McKenzie: “That’s the point, you idiot! We want you to feel what it’s like to have something taken from you!”
(Nate then looks over at a nearby metal storage closet and nods at Jack. Jack drags Harry over to the closet and slams his arm into the metal door, and we hear a sickening crack. Harry screams out in agony and collapses to the ground, clutching his arm.)
Nate McKenzie: “We’ll see you at Titans. If you’re able to make it.”
(Nate McKenzie and Jack O’Connor walk away, laughing, as Harry Black lies on the ground, screaming in pain. The camera zooms in on Harry’s face, which is contorted in agony and rage, as the show goes to commercial.)
Single Match
‘The Mirage’ Maxwell Blackwell vs. Liam O’Donovan
Backstage
(The camera is positioned in a dimly lit, industrial-looking backstage area. The sound of distant metal clanging echoes through the hall. Suddenly, the imposing figure of ‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf steps into the frame. He is standing in front of a concrete wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He speaks with a chilling, poetic conviction.)
Bjorn Asulf: “London… a city of crumbling monuments and weak-willed men. You worship your ‘heroes,’ these false idols who stand for nothing. You cheer for a man who is a monument to your own weakness… a ‘Finnish Frost Giant’ who crumbles under the slightest pressure. He is no giant. He is a failed hero. A hollow statue.”
(Bjorn takes a step forward, his eyes burning with intensity.)
Bjorn Asulf: “Eero Koskinen … you stand in my way. You believe you are the rightful ruler of this kingdom. But you are a fool. You are a whisper of winter, while I am the Ragnarök.”
(He slowly pulls a small, ornate axe from his belt and holds it up, inspecting the blade.)
Bjorn Asulf: “I see a world built on strength and conquest. I see a world where the weak are purged, and the true gods of war reign supreme. And you, failed giant, are the last obstacle in my path to immortality.”
(Bjorn turns his gaze directly into the camera, a cold smile on his face.)
Bjorn Asulf: “So I call you out, Koskinen. I challenge you to a one-on-one match at Titans! We will see who the true giant of Dynasty Wrestling is. We will see whose legacy will be etched in stone, and whose will be forgotten like dust.”
(As Bjorn finishes his challenge, a booming voice echoes from behind him. Eero Koskinen steps into the frame, his face stern and unyielding.)
Eero Koskinen: “I am not a failed hero, Viking. I am a shield for the weak, and a storm for the arrogant. You believe yourself a god, but you are nothing more than a bully. I accept your challenge. At Titans, I will not be a statue. I will be the avalanche that buries you.”
(Eero stares down Bjorn Asulf, his hands clenched into fists as the two giants stand toe-to-toe, a palpable tension filling the air. The camera fades to black.)
Single Match
Cedric Thornfield vs. Stijn De Raaf
Backstage
(The camera is positioned in a backstage interview area with the Dynasty Wrestling logo prominently displayed behind them. William Smith stands with a microphone in his hand, a serious expression on his face. ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson, the DW Heavyweight Champion, stands opposite him, looking calm and composed, the DW Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder.)
William Smith: “Welcome back, everyone. I’m here with the Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. Angelo, you’ve just seen your opponent for the Titans PPV, Cedric Thornfield, defeat Stijn De Raaf. What did you think of his performance?”
Angelo Anderson: (His voice is low and controlled, with an icy calm.) “I thought he did exactly what I expected. He won. But let’s not get confused, William. That was Stijn De Raaf. A technical wrestler who talks a big game. Thornfield beat him, but he didn’t dominate him. At Titans, he won’t be facing a technical wrestler. He will be facing a force of nature. He’ll be facing me.”
William Smith: “And speaking of facing you, tonight, you’re in a main event tag team match with Oliver Harrington against Callum McLeod and Rhys Morgan. Many are calling this a preview of the power you’ll bring to Titans. What’s your strategy heading into this match?”
Angelo Anderson: “Strategy? There is no strategy. There is only dominance. McLeod and Morgan are fan favorites, men the crowd loves to cheer for. That means nothing to me. They are simply obstacles, and I will remove them. This isn’t a preview of Titans, William. This is a statement. I am the champion. I am Dynasty. And tonight, I prove it once again. “
William Smith: “A very clear statement, indeed. Finally, the talk of the entire wrestling world is the return of Jet, a former DW Heavyweight Champion who hasn’t been seen since 2006. As the current champion, what is your reaction to seeing him back in Dynasty Wrestling?”
Angelo Anderson: (A faint, dismissive smirk crosses his face.) “Jet. I’ve heard the name. A ‘legend’. A loud-mouthed high-flyer. I don’t care about what he did in the past. That was then, this is now. This is my era. If Jet thinks he can just waltz back in here and take what’s mine, he’s mistaken. I am unbreakable. And he will learn that the hard way.”
(Angelo Anderson stares intensely into the camera, his cold eyes conveying his unwavering confidence, before walking off without another word. The camera pans back to a slightly shaken William Smith.)
William Smith: “A man of few words, but every one of them a threat. Back to you, Steve and Eddie.”
Tag Team Match
Angelo Anderson & Oliver Harrington vs. Callum McLeod & Rhys Morgan
Ringside
(The final bell has rung, and the DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, and his partner, Oliver Harrington, have defeated Callum McLeod and Rhys Morgan. Anderson stands over the fallen body of Callum McLeod, his face devoid of emotion. Harrington is outside the ring, yelling insults at the crowd, who are booing mercilessly. Anderson then grabs McLeod by his hair and prepares to deliver a devastating sit-out powerbomb, his finisher, the ‘Unbroken’. Harrington slides into the ring, joining Anderson in a two-on-one assault against the already beaten McLeod. They both begin stomping on the downed wrestler, much to the crowd’s disgust. Suddenly, the arena lights go dark, and the haunting melody of “Black Honey” by Thrice fills the Stratford Arena. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and gasps. A spotlight hits the entrance ramp, and a stoic figure emerges: ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield. He is not carrying his usual raven staff. Instead, he has a steel chair in his hands. He walks down the ramp with a calm, deliberate pace, his eyes locked on Anderson and Harrington. )
Steve Pringle: “It’s Cedric Thornfield! The Black Raven is here! He’s not waiting for Titans!”
Eddie Bates: “Look at the chair, Pringle! He’s not messing around! He’s here to make a statement!”
(Harrington, seeing Thornfield approaching, immediately gets out of the ring and retreats up the ramp. Anderson, however, remains in the ring. Thornfield slides into the ring, the steel chair still in his hand. He stands in front of McLeod, shielding him from Anderson. The two men are now face-to-face. Anderson, a cold, focused man who believes no one can stop him, and Thornfield, a stoic and mysterious figure who lets his actions speak for themselves. )
(The crowd is on its feet, roaring. Anderson and Thornfield stare each other down, the air thick with tension. Anderson gestures at the chair in Thornfield’s hand, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk on his face. Thornfield grips the chair tighter, his gaze unwavering. The two men circle each other slowly, a silent war of intimidation taking place. The camera zooms in on their faces—Thornfield’s intense focus and Anderson’s icy calm. The show fades to black as the two men continue their standoff, the sound of the crowd’s roar the only thing that can be heard.)
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