DW Clash 78
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 25th August 2025
(Camera pans across a packed Stratford Arena, capturing the roaring energy of the London crowd. The state-of-the-art LED screens flash with the Dynasty Wrestling logo as the camera zooms in on the announce table at ringside. STEVE PRINGLE and EDDIE BATES are already in place, microphones in hand.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Welcome, everyone, to a sold-out Stratford Arena, for Clash 78! I’m Steve Pringle, and alongside me is the always insightful, Eddie Bates. What an atmosphere we have tonight, Eddie! The air is absolutely electric here in London!
EDDIE BATES: It truly is, Steve. And you can feel the anticipation in every single seat. Not just for tonight’s incredible lineup, but for what’s to come. This is a monumental night because, as of tonight, there are only three more shows left until the biggest event of the year, the “Titans” Pay-Per-View!
STEVE PRINGLE: That’s right, Eddie. And at the heart of that event is the match we’ve all been waiting for. The DW Heavyweight Championship will be on the line , as our champion, the “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson, defends his title against the mysterious “Black Raven,” Cedric Thornfield!
EDDIE BATES: Two men from completely different worlds. Angelo Anderson, the cold, calculating powerhouse who believes he is Dynasty Wrestling. He doesn’t care about legacy or fan approval; he cares about dominance and superiority. And then you have the “Black Raven,” Cedric Thornfield, the quiet, poetic warrior from London. A man who moves with a calm that unnerves his opponents. He’s not a showman, but a man who fights with purpose.
STEVE PRINGLE: Anderson took that title by force and has held it through sheer intimidation and brute strength. He believes no one can stop him, and so far, no one has. But the question is, can Cedric Thornfield, a man who is loyal to the fans and to this city, be the one to finally break the unbreakable?
EDDIE BATES: And that’s what makes this so compelling! We are in a city that Cedric Thornfield calls home. This crowd loves him, and they see him as a mythic local hero. He’s London’s last whisper. But Angelo Anderson just sees him as another opponent to be dismantled with brutal efficiency.
STEVE PRINGLE: Well, tonight we are on the road to “Titans,” and the stakes couldn’t be higher. We are just moments away from our opening contest! The bell is about to ring! You do not want to miss a single second of the action!!
Single Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Leo Lewis
(The Stratford Arena pulses with energy as the high-energy indie rock anthem, “A Fighter’s Chance” by an uncredited artist, hits the sound system. The crowd erupts as RHYS MORGAN appears at the top of the ramp, a huge smile on his face, with a Welsh flag draped over his shoulders. He waves to the crowd before jogging down to the ring, high-fiving the fans at ringside, soaking in the adulation. He is a fan favorite, known for his charismatic and energetic persona.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a pop for the “Welsh Dragon,” Rhys Morgan! You can’t help but feel the energy that this young man brings to the arena every single time he steps through that curtain. He’s a young and fearless high-flyer.
EDDIE BATES: A true fan favorite, Steve. The kid’s got charisma, and he loves to take risks in the ring to excite the crowd. He’s a lovable character and a plucky babyface.
(Rhys Morgan enters the ring, raises his arms to the crowd, and a thunderous “Rhys! Rhys! Rhys!” chant fills the arena. He gets on the top rope and poses for the crowd, pointing to his Welsh flag, which gets a great reaction.)
STEVE PRINGLE: You see that, Eddie? That’s what it’s all about. That connection with the fans is something that money just can’t buy.
(As Rhys Morgan finishes his entrance, an upbeat pop-rock anthem with a catchy guitar riff, “A Star is Born,” begins to play. Loud cheers erupt as LEO LEWIS, “The American Ace,” appears on the ramp with a huge smile on his face and a US flag draped over his shoulders. He high-fives the fans at ringside as he makes his way to the ring.)
EDDIE BATES: Here comes the “American Ace,” Leo Lewis! The kid is a natural showman, and you can just feel his energy. He’s a high-flyer who loves to take risks in the ring to excite the crowd.
STEVE PRINGLE: He certainly is, Eddie. He’s a rising star from Las Vegas, and he’s looking to make a name for himself on a bigger stage. He’s a beloved fan favorite, and you can see why with his infectious energy.
(Lewis enters the ring and bows to Morgan, who returns the gesture. The two men shake hands in the center of the ring, showing mutual respect. The crowd applauds their sportsmanship.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The bell has sounded, and this match is officially underway!
(Morgan and Lewis circle each other, feeling each other out. They lock up, and Lewis gets the early advantage with a series of technical moves. He uses his speed and agility to outmaneuver Morgan, who is more grounded in his approach. Lewis then attempts a German Suplex, but Morgan reverses it into an Irish Whip. Lewis counters with a springboard stunner, the Nevada Neckbreaker. Lewis goes for the pin, but Morgan kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: What an incredible sequence! These two are evenly matched, and they’re showing each other a lot of respect, and that’s what makes this so good. No cheap shots, just pure wrestling.
(Lewis picks up Morgan and attempts a suplex, but Morgan counters and hits a series of rapid-fire kicks to Lewis’s legs and chest, the Cardiff Crusher. Morgan whips Lewis into the corner and attempts a running kick, but Lewis moves out of the way. Morgan stops himself and turns around, but Lewis hits a beautiful and powerful corkscrew moonsault, the American Dream. Lewis covers Morgan, but Morgan kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: I can’t believe it! Both men are kicking out of each other’s signature moves! This is a back-and-forth contest, and the crowd is loving every minute of it!
(Lewis pulls Morgan up by his hair and attempts to throw him into the ropes, but Morgan reverses it. Morgan runs off the ropes, and Lewis attempts a dropkick, but Morgan holds onto the ropes. Lewis falls to the mat, and Morgan hits a beautiful springboard cutter, the Caledonian Cutter, and covers him. Lewis kicks out at the very last second, just before the three-count.)
EDDIE BATES: I can’t believe it! Lewis kicked out! This is incredible!
STEVE PRINGLE: The resilience of both these young men is something to behold, Eddie.
(Lewis and Morgan get to their feet at the same time and hit each other with a series of quick strikes. Morgan gets the upper hand with a devastating roundhouse kick that stuns Lewis. Lewis stumbles and falls back into the corner. Morgan attempts a running knee, but Lewis counters with a big boot. Morgan is dazed. Lewis leaps to the top rope and attempts the Vegas High Roller, a breathtaking shooting star press. He lands with a devastating impact, and Lewis covers Morgan, but Morgan kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: Unbelievable! Morgan just kicked out of Lewis’s finisher!
STEVE PRINGLE: The Welsh Dragon will not stay down!
(Lewis, frustrated, argues with the referee, giving Morgan enough time to recover. Morgan rolls Lewis up from behind and pins him for the three-count.)
STEVE PRINGLE: He did it! Rhys Morgan did it! The Welsh Dragon has slain the American Ace!
(The crowd erupts in cheers as Morgan celebrates in the ring, pointing to the sky and waving to the crowd. A defeated Lewis rolls out of the ring, clutching his head in frustration. Lewis looks on at Morgan with a look of respect.)
EDDIE BATES: A masterful victory by Rhys Morgan! He didn’t win with flash, he won with heart.
STEVE PRINGLE: A well-deserved victory for the Welsh Dragon! What a way to start Clash 78!
Backstage
(A handheld camera focuses on WILLIAM SMITH, standing with a microphone, in a brightly lit backstage interview area. He looks directly into the lens, professional and poised.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m William Smith, and I’m joined at this time by one-half of the Caledonian Crushers, Kyle McRae. Kyle, a few weeks ago we saw you and Angus Blackhart in a brutal match, and there have been a lot of rumors swirling since. Can you clear things up for us?
(The camera cuts to KYLE MCRAE, a scowl on his face, looking agitated. He snatches the microphone from Smith’s hand with a sneer.)
KYLE MCRAE: “Rumors”? Is that what you call it, Smith? The truth is, my partner, Angus Blackhart, has a fractured orbital bone and will be out of action for an undetermined amount of time. The Caledonian Crushers are on hiatus, and it’s all thanks to this pathetic, so-called “competition” in Dynasty Wrestling.
(McRae shakes his head, then looks directly into the camera, his eyes filled with bitterness. He speaks with a cold, resentful tone.)
KYLE MCRAE: For weeks, I’ve been trying to get through to all of you. I’m a visionary, a high-flyer , but I was held back by your expectations. You cheered for me when I was risking my life, but where were you when I needed you? I’m here to win, and I’m not here to impress anyone anymore. I abandoned my principles for fame and fortune. And now, with Angus gone, I’m not going to sit around and wait. I’m re-entering the singles division. I am the “Glasgow Grim Reaper” , and I’m going to prove that I am Caledonia’s Serpent. I’ll take a low blow, I’ll hit a cheap shot, I’ll cheat my way to the top. And there’s nothing any of you can do to stop me.
(McRae throws the microphone down and storms off, leaving William Smith standing alone and stunned. The camera focuses on the discarded microphone on the floor, capturing the silence of the moment.)
Tag Team Match
The Sovereign vs. British Hospitality
STEVE PRINGLE: What an atmosphere here in London! And here comes The Sovereign! A charismatic and spirited face tag team who believe in fair play and sportsmanship. They are Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks!
(BEN NOBLE and KANDI SPARKS, the two members of the tag team, are smiling and waving to the crowd as they walk to the ring. They are wearing matching black and white gear with a crown logo on their trunks.)
EDDIE BATES: Two of the most wholesome wrestlers in the company, Steve. Ben Noble is a high-flyer and master of acrobatics, while Kandi Sparks is a technical submission wrestler. They are masters of teamwork and have a great rapport with the crowd.
(The Sovereign enter the ring and raise their arms to the crowd, who cheer loudly. They stand in the center of the ring, ready for their opponents. A few seconds later, an upbeat Brit-rock anthem with a heavy guitar riff and a driving drum beat, “A Right Good Fight,” hits the sound system. The crowd erupts in cheers as BRITISH HOSPITALITY appears on the ramp. HARRY BLACK and ALEXANDER HATE, the two members of the tag team, are both smiling and waving to the crowd.)
STEVE PRINGLE: And here comes British Hospitality! A no-nonsense, hard-hitting face tag team that is looking to make a statement here tonight. They’ve already been confirmed to be facing the Dogs of War for the DW UK Tag Team Championships at “Titans.”
EDDIE BATES: It’s going to be a brutal match. The Dogs of War are a vicious and ruthless heel tag team, and they’re going to be a tough test for these guys. But if anyone can do it, it’s British Hospitality. They are tough-as-nails and not afraid of a fight.
(British Hospitality enters the ring, shaking hands with the fans at ringside. They enter the ring and stand opposite The Sovereign. They shake hands with each other and the referee. The crowd cheers and applauds their sportsmanship.)
STEVE PRINGLE: And the bell has sounded! This match is officially underway!
(Kandi Sparks and Alexander Hate start the match. They lock up, and Sparks gets the early advantage, using his speed to outmaneuver the bigger Hate. Sparks hits a series of kicks to Hate’s legs and chest, the Crumpet Crusher. Sparks then attempts a suplex, but Hate counters, lifts him, and hits a brutal powerslam. Hate covers Sparks, but he kicks out at one.)
EDDIE BATES: What a display of power by Alexander Hate! He’s a powerful and hard-hitting brawler, and he’s not afraid to use his size to his advantage.
(Hate tags in Harry Black. Black enters the ring and hits a series of relentless punches and stomps to Sparks, the Royal Assault. Black lifts Sparks to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Sparks ducks under a clothesline and hits a springboard moonsault, the Loch Ness Leap. Sparks covers Black, but he kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a move by Kandi Sparks! She’s a high-flyer and master of acrobatics, and she’s showing it right now!
(Sparks tags in Ben Noble. Noble enters the ring and hits a series of rapid-fire strikes on Black. Noble then hits a series of beautiful and powerful high-flying moves, including a springboard moonsault. He then climbs the top rope and attempts a diving elbow drop, but Black moves out of the way. Noble lands on his feet and turns around, but Black hits him with a brutal clothesline that sends him to the mat. Black covers Noble, but Noble kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: This match is incredible! It’s a back-and-forth contest, and both teams are giving it their all.
(Black tags in Hate. Hate enters the ring and hits a series of punches and kicks to Noble. Hate then lifts Noble and attempts a double team powerbomb, but Noble reverses it and hits a DDT. Noble tags in Sparks, and she enters the ring. The two hit a series of rapid-fire kicks to Hate’s legs and chest, the Crumpet Crusher. They then attempt their finishing move, the Royal Decree. Ben Noble lifts Hate into a powerbomb position while Kandi Sparks climbs the top rope. They hit the move, but Hate kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Unbelievable! Hate just kicked out of The Sovereign’s finisher! He will not stay down!
(Hate tags in Black. Black enters the ring and hits a series of punches and stomps to Sparks. Black then lifts Sparks and hits a powerslam. Black tags in Hate. The two men then hit their finisher, the London Bridge, which is a double-team powerbomb. They cover Sparks, but Noble breaks up the pin.)
EDDIE BATES: Thank God for Ben Noble! He saved the match for his team!
(The four men are all in the ring, hitting each other with a series of punches and kicks. The referee is distracted. Sparks and Noble hit a double suplex on Hate, but Black hits a clothesline on both men. Black then turns his attention to Sparks, but Noble hits a springboard moonsault on him, sending him to the outside.)
STEVE PRINGLE: It’s one on one now, Eddie! Sparks vs. Hate!
(Hate and Sparks are the only two men left in the ring. Sparks hits a series of kicks to Hate, but Hate hits him with a brutal clothesline. Hate then lifts Sparks to his feet and hits him with a brutal clothesline. Sparks falls to the mat, and Hate covers him. The referee counts to three, and British Hospitality wins the match!)
STEVE PRINGLE: They did it! British Hospitality has won the match! What a victory for these two men! They have built a lot of momentum ahead of their title match at “Titans.”
EDDIE BATES: It was a hard-fought match, Steve, but British Hospitality showed why they are the best tag team in this company. They are not afraid of a fight, and they are ready for the Dogs of War.
(British Hospitality celebrates in the ring, waving to the crowd as The Sovereign slowly gets to their feet. The two teams shake hands in the center of the ring, showing mutual respect. British Hospitality’s music plays as the two teams walk to the back.)
Ringside
(The ring lights remain bright as The Sovereign, BEN NOBLE and KANDI SPARKS, slowly get to their feet after their hard-fought loss. They look exhausted but proud, with a few nods of respect to the departing British Hospitality. The crowd gives them a polite, appreciative cheer for their efforts. The referee raises Ben Noble’s hand, and he and Kandi Sparks bow to the fans on all four sides of the ring.)
STEVE PRINGLE: A tough loss for The Sovereign, but what a performance from both teams. They left it all in the ring, Eddie.
EDDIE BATES: They certainly did, Steve. And you can see the respect they’ve earned from this crowd and from their opponents. That’s what Dynasty Wrestling is all about.
(Suddenly, the arena lights cut out, plunging the venue into an eerie darkness. The music abruptly stops. The crowd is hushed, a collective gasp rippling through the stands. The only light comes from the mobile phones of a few fans. The stage is filled with a thick, ominous smoke. A dark and foreboding metal track with a slow, heavy bassline, “A Vicious Breed,” begins to play.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What on earth is this? The lights are out!
EDDIE BATES: It’s a complete blackout, Steve! You can’t see a thing in this arena!
(Two figures emerge from the smoke at the top of the ramp. They walk with a menacing glare, their faces shrouded in darkness. They are KANE “THE KELT” O’MALLEY and LORCAN “THE GHOST” MURPHY, collectively known as The Cursed. The crowd’s anticipation quickly turns to loud, angry boos as the commentators identify them.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Wait a minute! I recognize these men! It’s The Cursed! They’re making their Dynasty Wrestling debut! They’re from Dublin!
EDDIE BATES: You’re right, Steve! And these men are no joke. They’re a sinister and malevolent tag team, and they’re here to bring misfortune and pain to anyone they encounter in the ring. Look at them, they’re just standing there, letting the boos wash over them.
(The Cursed walk slowly down the ramp, their eyes fixed on the unsuspecting Sovereign in the ring. The Sovereign are confused, looking around for an explanation. The Cursed slide into the ring and immediately launch a vicious assault. Kane O’Malley grabs Ben Noble from behind, while Lorcan Murphy stalks Kandi Sparks.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Oh, no! The Cursed are attacking The Sovereign!
EDDIE BATES: It’s a two-on-two assault! These guys are pure evil! They’re not here to make friends, they’re here to cause pain!
(Kane O’Malley hits a series of rapid-fire strikes to the head and body of Noble, the Irish Curse. He then lifts Noble onto his shoulder and delivers a brutal crucifix powerbomb, the Celtic Cross, driving Noble into the mat. Meanwhile, Lorcan Murphy grabs Kandi Sparks and throws her into the corner with a vicious Irish whip. He follows with a series of hard-hitting strikes and ends it with a brutal clothesline, the Dublin Drive. He throws her to the center of the ring, and Kane O’Malley joins him.)
STEVE PRINGLE: This is just a massacre! The Sovereign were already exhausted from their match! There is no honor in this!
EDDIE BATES: Who cares about honor, Steve? These men are cursed! They believe they are meant to bring pain to anyone they encounter.
(The crowd chants loudly for The Cursed to stop, but the boos only seem to fuel their fire. Lorcan Murphy and Kane O’Malley stand over the prone bodies of The Sovereign. They then look at each other and nod.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Oh, no. They’re setting them up for their finisher! This is going to be brutal!
(Kane O’Malley lifts Noble into a powerbomb position as Lorcan Murphy climbs the top rope. Lorcan Murphy delivers a diving stomp to Noble as Kane O’Malley drives Noble into the mat, a devastating combination known as the Dublin Curse. The crowd boos loudly as The Cursed stand tall over the fallen heroes. The two men then lift Kandi Sparks to her feet. They lock her into their finisher, but as they are about to execute it, the arena’s house lights suddenly come on. The crowd is on its feet, booing at the sheer disrespect.)
EDDIE BATES: You can see it in their eyes, Steve. They are not satisfied. They want to cause more pain.
(The Cursed pose over The Sovereign, a menacing glare on their faces. The segment ends with The Cursed standing tall over the fallen bodies of The Sovereign, a clear statement made on their Dynasty Wrestling debut.)
Backstage
(The camera is in a dark, grimy corner backstage, with the only light coming from a single work light illuminating WILLIAM SMITH, holding a microphone. His brow is furrowed with concern as he waits. The loud, orchestral rock of “Valhalla Calling” by an uncredited band starts to thunder, and a menacing figure emerges from the shadows. It’s BJORN ASULF, a hulking figure with a thick, dark beard and a shaved head. He stops directly in front of Smith, his intense stare burning into the interviewer.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Bjorn, thank you for joining me. We’re just weeks away from Titans, and the entire wrestling world is talking about your highly-anticipated match with Eero Koshinen. Many are calling this a clash of titans—
(Asulf raises a hand, cutting Smith off. His voice is a low, chilling rumble that echoes with mythic arrogance.)
BJORN ASULF: The world speaks of a “clash,” but they speak of weakness. This is not a clash. This is a cleansing. Koshinen is a Fin, a man who lives in the cold, but he knows nothing of true power. He is a rock, a boulder… but I am the sea, and I will erode him to dust. You see the power in my hands? This is not for a sport; this is for a conquest. Every match is a sacred battle, every victory a step toward immortality.
(Asulf turns his head slightly, his eyes still locked on Smith, but his words now seem to be for a wider audience.)
BJORN ASULF: Koshinen is the “Colossus of Finland,” but I am the “Berserker King.” He has conquered his little European circuit, but here, in London, a city I see as nothing more than a kingdom to burn, he faces a true force of nature. He may rely on his strikes and his strength, but his strikes are mere pebbles against my shield. His strength is a myth, but my violence is a promise.
(He takes a slow step closer to Smith, forcing the interviewer to lean back slightly.)
BJORN ASULF: At Titans, Eero Koshinen will learn the meaning of true destruction. I will not just defeat him; I will pillage him. I will not just pin him; I will make him suffer. He thinks he is a final boss? He will be nothing more than a footnote. At Titans, I will bring Ragnarök, and I will be the one who stands victorious, with my war cry echoing through the heavens.
(Asulf shoves the microphone back into Smith’s hand with force, almost knocking it from his grasp. He turns and stalks away, disappearing back into the shadows. The camera lingers on a visibly shaken William Smith as a slow, haunting sound fades in over the footage, leaving the crowd in a state of stunned silence.)
Single Match
Union Jack vs. Emily Shaw
(The Stratford Arena is loud with cheers as a high-energy indie rock anthem with a heavy guitar riff, “A Hero’s Rise,” fills the arena. The crowd rises to its feet as UNION JACK appears on the ramp, a huge smile on his face, wearing his full-body suit and his signature mask. He is a charismatic and high-flying face who loves to interact with the crowd, and his energy is infectious. He waves to the crowd with a mock salute as he makes his way to the ring, high-fiving the fans at ringside.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a pop for the “English Enigma,” Union Jack! He is a beloved fan favorite and a man of honor who believes in fair play and respect.
EDDIE BATES: A true crowd-pleaser, Steve. He’s all about putting on a show for the fans with his high-flying moves. No one knows his true identity, but he is a hero to the people.
(Union Jack enters the ring, raises his arms to the crowd, and a thunderous “Union Jack! Union Jack! Union Jack!” chant fills the arena. He gets on the top rope and poses for the crowd, which gets a great reaction.)
STEVE PRINGLE: You see that, Eddie? That’s what it’s all about. That connection with the fans is something that money just can’t buy.
(As Union Jack finishes his entrance, a high-energy electronic track with a driving beat, “A Royal Pain,” begins to play. Loud boos rain down from the crowd as ‘PLATINUM’ EMILY SHAW appears on the ramp, wearing a silver and gold ring jacket with “Platinum” emblazoned on the back. She is arrogant and self-obsessed, and she believes she is superior to everyone else. She walks with a swagger, blowing condescending kisses to the jeering crowd.)
EDDIE BATES: And here comes “The Gilded Princess,” Emily Shaw. She’s a cunning and underhanded heel who will do whatever it takes to win, and she loves to infuriate the crowd.
STEVE PRINGLE: She may be arrogant, but she’s a highly decorated independent wrestler and a skilled grappler. But I can’t stand the way she carries herself.
(Shaw enters the ring, flips her long blonde hair, and mocks Union Jack, blowing him a sarcastic kiss. Union Jack stands stone-faced, waiting for the bell to ring. Shaw then turns her attention to the crowd, mocking them and blowing kisses as they boo loudly.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The bell has sounded, and this match is officially underway!
(Union Jack and Shaw circle each other, sizing each other up. Union Jack attempts to lock up, but Shaw quickly ducks and goes for a cheap shot, but Union Jack is ready and counters with a swift kick to her gut. Union Jack then attempts to Irish Whip Shaw into the ropes, but Shaw reverses it and hits a series of three consecutive German Suplexes, the Sterling Suplex. Shaw covers Union Jack, but he kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: What a display of technical prowess by Emily Shaw! She is a skilled grappler, and she’s showing it right now.
(Shaw picks up Union Jack and attempts to throw him into the ropes, but Union Jack ducks under a clothesline and comes back with a running clothesline that sends Shaw to the mat, the People’s Champion. Union Jack then hits a series of rapid-fire kicks to Shaw’s legs and chest, the British Bomber. He then climbs to the top rope and hits a beautiful and powerful corkscrew moonsault, the London Leap. Union Jack covers Shaw, but she kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Unbelievable! He almost had her! Union Jack is risking his body for the entertainment of the crowd.
(Union Jack attempts to lift a dazed Shaw to her feet, but Shaw hits a cheap shot with a kick to the shin. The referee is distracted. Shaw then hits Union Jack with a low blow, the Blackpool Backstabber, to loud boos from the crowd. Shaw laughs and taunts the crowd, but Union Jack gets to his feet, enraged. Shaw is shocked. Union Jack hits a beautiful springboard shooting star press to the outside of the ring, the English Enigma, landing on Shaw, who is at ringside. He then rolls her back into the ring and climbs to the top rope.)
EDDIE BATES: What a move by Union Jack! He’s a high-flyer, and he’s showing it right now!
(Union Jack attempts a 450-degree splash from the top rope, the Union Dive, but Shaw moves out of the way, and Union Jack crashes and burns on the mat. Shaw quickly gets to her feet and hits Union Jack with her finisher, a spinning back fist into a knee strike, the Royal Flush. Shaw covers Union Jack, and the referee counts to three.)
STEVE PRINGLE: She did it! Emily Shaw has won the match!
EDDIE BATES: A hard-fought victory for Shaw! She may be a hated, but you can’t deny her skill.
(Emily Shaw stands over the defeated Union Jack, a smug look on her face. She blows kisses to the booing crowd as her music plays. The segment ends with Emily Shaw celebrating her victory.)
Backstage
(The scene opens on the brightly lit, minimalist office of Dynasty Wrestling Commissioner MATT ANARCHY. He is sitting at a sleek, glass desk, reviewing some paperwork. A sharp knock at the door makes him look up.)
MATT ANARCHY: Come in.
(The door bursts open, and JET storms into the office, his face a mixture of anger and frustration. He is a high-flyer known for his sharp tongue and bold catchphrases. He slams his hands on the desk, startling Anarchy.)
JET: Anarchy, we need to talk. I’ve been here for weeks, and I still don’t have a match for “Titans”! I am “Mr. Millennium”! I am Jet! I built this company with my bare hands! And I deserve to know who I’m facing at one of the biggest shows of the year!
(Anarchy calmly sets down his pen and leans back in his chair, a slight smirk on his face.)
MATT ANARCHY: Jet, relax. You’re a hot shot, but you need to learn some patience. I understand your frustration. You’ve been pushing boundaries since you debuted in 2001. You’re a lightning rod, a wild card. You need a challenge. Not just any opponent, but someone who will test you to see if you still have that fire.
JET: Cut the crap, Anarchy. Who is it? Is it some rookie who wants to make a name for himself at my expense? Because I’ll put him in the hospital. I have no problem speaking my mind! I’m here to remind everyone what it means to shake up the system!
MATT ANARCHY: It’s not a rookie, Jet. It’s someone who, like you, is coming back to a place he once called home. Someone who is ready to prove that he is still a world-class competitor. I have a man lined up for you, a man who also understands the art of Puroresu.
JET: Puroresu? Don’t give me that garbage! Tell me the name!
(Anarchy smirks again, a glint in his eye. He stands up and walks around the desk, stopping in front of Jet.)
MATT ANARCHY: You’ll know soon enough. Just know this. This match is going to be a true test of your resilience, your skill, and your pride. It’s a match that will make headlines and prove once and for all if you still have “it.” I’ll be watching.
(Jet stares down Anarchy, his jaw clenched, before turning on his heel and storming out of the office. Anarchy stands there for a moment, a knowing smile spreading across his face. The camera holds on Anarchy’s satisfied expression as he looks at the empty doorway.)
Single Match
Oliver Reed vs. Jonathan Sullivan
(The Stratford Arena is buzzing with energy as an upbeat Brit-rock anthem with a heavy guitar riff, “A Fighter’s Chance” by an uncredited artist, fills the venue. The crowd rises to its feet, cheering loudly for OLIVER REED. He has a muscular and athletic physique and is known for his hard-hitting boxing and strong-style wrestling. He is a man of honor who believes in fair play and respect, and he is a humble and lovable character who always puts the fans first. He enters the ring with a huge smile on his face, shaking hands with the fans at ringside. He is wearing a pair of black trunks with a red and white stripe down the side and “British Bomber” written on the back. He wears black boxing boots and boxing gloves to the ring. He enters the ring and raises his arms to the crowd, who chant his name loudly.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a pop for the “British Bomber,” Oliver Reed! The man is a natural fighter, and he is ready to go!
EDDIE BATES: You’re right, Steve. He’s a no-nonsense, hard-hitting brawler who isn’t afraid of a fight. He is a fan favorite, and you can see why with his humble and lovable character.
(As Oliver Reed finishes his entrance, a rock version of “Rule, Britannia!” by Thomas Arne hits the sound system. The crowd cheers loudly for JONATHAN SULLIVAN, who is a charismatic and determined face who embodies the spirit of a true champion. He is a well-rounded hybrid wrestler who is known for his adaptability in the ring. He is wearing a pair of blue and white trunks with a lion on the front. He enters the ring and bows to Reed, who returns the gesture. The two men shake hands in the center of the ring, showing mutual respect. The crowd applauds their sportsmanship.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The bell has sounded, and this match is officially underway!
(Reed and Sullivan circle each other, feeling each other out. They lock up, and Reed gets the early advantage, using his boxing background to deliver a series of quick jabs to Sullivan’s head and body. He then hits a powerful right hook that dazes Sullivan, the Straight Right. Reed then attempts to lift Sullivan for a running powerslam, the British Bulldog , but Sullivan counters and hits a beautiful and powerful spinning spinebuster, the Royal Flush. Sullivan covers Reed, but he kicks out at two.)
EDDIE BATES: What a counter by Jonathan Sullivan! He’s a well-rounded wrestler, and he’s showing it right now!
(Sullivan attempts to Irish Whip Reed into the ropes, but Reed reverses it and hits a running powerslam, the British Bulldog. Reed covers Sullivan, but he kicks out at two. Reed then hits a series of rapid-fire jabs to the head and body of Sullivan, the Knuckle Sandwich. Reed then attempts a suplex, but Sullivan counters and hits a series of three consecutive German Suplexes, the Queen’s Guard. Sullivan then hits a running knee strike, the London Calling. Sullivan covers Reed, but he kicks out at two.)
STEVE PRINGLE: I can’t believe it! Both men are kicking out of each other’s signature moves! This is a back-and-forth contest, and the crowd is loving every minute of it!
(Sullivan pulls Reed to his feet and attempts to hit a sit-out powerbomb, the Tower Bridge Bomb , but Reed counters and hits a devastating knockout punch to Sullivan’s face, the Mancunian Mauler. Reed covers Sullivan, but Sullivan kicks out at the very last second, just before the three-count. Reed is shocked.)
EDDIE BATES: Unbelievable! Sullivan just kicked out of Reed’s finisher! He will not stay down!
STEVE PRINGLE: The resilience of both these men is something to behold, Eddie. This match is a testament to the art of professional wrestling.
(Reed, frustrated, argues with the referee, giving Sullivan enough time to recover. Sullivan slowly gets to his feet, and as Reed turns around, Sullivan hits him with a running knee strike, the London Calling. Sullivan then hits a sit-out powerbomb, the Tower Bridge Bomb. He quickly transitions into a devastating crossface submission hold, the King’s Cross Lock. Reed struggles in the hold, but the pain is too much, and he taps out.)
STEVE PRINGLE: He did it! Jonathan Sullivan has won the match! What a victory for “The Lionheart”!
EDDIE BATES: A hard-fought victory for both men. They left it all in the ring, and they earned the respect of each other and the crowd.
(Jonathan Sullivan stands over the defeated Oliver Reed, a look of exhaustion on his face. He helps Reed to his feet, and the two men shake hands in the center of the ring, showing mutual respect. The crowd applauds their sportsmanship as Sullivan’s music plays. The segment ends with Jonathan Sullivan celebrating his victory.)
Backstage
(The camera focuses on WILLIAM SMITH, standing in a dimly lit backstage area. His face is serious as he holds a microphone, ready for his guest. The low, guttural guitar riffs of “Frostbite” begin to rumble through the speakers. EERO KOSHINEN, the “Colossus of Finland,” walks into the frame. His expression is stone-cold, and he stands with an imposing presence. He is a man of few words, letting his actions speak for him.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Eero, thank you for joining me. Your match against Bjorn Asulf at the “Titans” Pay-Per-View is one of the most anticipated bouts on the card. The fans are calling it a clash of two giants. What are your thoughts as we draw closer to the biggest show of the year?
(Koshinen says nothing. He simply stares forward, his piercing eyes unblinking. The silence stretches for several moments. Smith glances uncomfortably at the camera before speaking again.)
WILLIAM SMITH: Eero, your opponent, Bjorn Asulf, stated just moments ago that he believes this is not a clash, but a “cleansing.” He promised to “pillag” and “destroy” you. He sees you as nothing more than a rock that he will erode to dust. What is your response to his claims?
(Koshinen slowly turns his head to face Smith, a cold, intense stare fixed on the interviewer. He finally speaks, his voice a deep, methodical rumble that is calm but unnerving.)
EERO KOSHINEN: Asulf sees himself as a god. He sees himself as a conqueror. He is not. He is a child playing pretend with an axe. He talks of pillaging, of Ragnarök. I was born in the unforgiving winters of Helsinki. I was forged in the European Wrestling League. My legacy is built on dominance, not mythology.
(Koshinen steps closer to the camera, his massive frame filling the screen. He holds up a hand and makes a slow, crushing fist.)
EERO KOSHINEN: At “Titans,” I will show him what true power is. He will find that I do not break. He talks of war, but I know only one thing: victory. The “Helsinki Crusher” is not a name; it is a promise. I will hoist him high above my head and slam him down with incredible force. He will learn that the “Colossus of Finland” is a final boss. I will not just defeat him; I will end him.
(Eero Koshinen turns and walks away without another word. The camera holds on William Smith, who is left visibly shaken. The segment ends with the haunting synth melody of Koshinen’s theme music fading in over the shot.)
Triple Threat Match
Oliver Harrington vs. Stijn De Raaf vs. Cedric Thornfield
(The Stratford Arena is buzzing with energy as a cold and sterile electronic track with a repetitive, hypnotic beat, “A Broken Body,” begins to play. The crowd boos loudly as STIJN DE RAAF, “The Amsterdam Avenger,” appears on the ramp. He is a cold, calculated, and sadistic individual who takes great pleasure in inflicting pain and torment on his opponents. De Raaf walks with a blank, emotionless expression on his face, a testament to his cold and calculated personality. He is wearing a simple black singlet with a red and white stripe down the side. He enters the ring and stands in the center, a truly menacing force in the wrestling world.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What an entrance by “The Surgeon,” Stijn De Raaf! He is a master of submission holds and joint manipulation. He sees wrestling as a science, and he is the mad scientist, meticulously dissecting his opponents’ bodies with his technical prowess.
EDDIE BATES: He is loathed by the crowd for his sadistic and cold-hearted style. They are disgusted by his pleasure in inflicting pain and his lack of a moral compass. He’s a master of bending the rules to his advantage.
(As Stijn De Raaf finishes his entrance, a synth-pop song with a catchy, upbeat rhythm and an arrogant male voice repeating “I’m the one, I’m the one,” “A Pretty Little Lie,” begins to play. Loud boos rain down from the crowd as OLIVER HARRINGTON, “The Essex Pretty Boy,” appears on the ramp. He is an arrogant, self-absorbed, and flamboyant individual. He enters the ring with a huge grin on his face, holding a single red rose and a full-length mirror, which he uses to admire himself. He blows condescending kisses to the crowd, which elicits more boos.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Here comes the “Prince of Brentwood,” Oliver Harrington! He believes his good looks and natural charisma make him a superstar. He’s a coward at heart who will run from a fight if he feels he is at a disadvantage.
EDDIE BATES: He’s an expert at getting under the crowd’s skin, often blowing kisses and winking at them as they boo him. His flashy entrance and cowardly tactics make him one of the most hated wrestlers on the roster.
(Harrington hands his rose to a female fan at ringside before entering the ring and admiring himself in the mirror. He then turns his back on the other men and the referee and poses for the crowd, who boo loudly. Suddenly, a dark, eerie guitar riff from “Black Honey” by Thrice hits the sound system. The arena goes silent, and the crowd rises to its feet. CEDRIC THORNFIELD, “The Black Raven,” walks to the ring. He is a stoic, poetic, and mysterious fan favorite who rarely speaks above a whisper.)
STEVE PRINGLE: Here comes “London’s Last Whisper,” Cedric Thornfield! The crowd is on its feet, ready to welcome their local hero.
EDDIE BATES: He’s a man shrouded in silence and shadows, and he lets his actions in the ring speak volumes. He’s London’s last hope.
(Thornfield enters the ring, his eyes fixed on Harrington and De Raaf. The bell rings, and the match is officially underway. De Raaf and Harrington immediately team up on Thornfield, hitting a series of punches and kicks. Harrington throws Thornfield into the ropes, but Thornfield ducks under a clothesline and hits a springboard European uppercut on Harrington. De Raaf takes advantage and hits a brutal roundhouse kick to Thornfield’s head. De Raaf then locks in a Dutch Clutch on Thornfield. The crowd boos loudly as De Raaf laughs sadistically. Harrington then hits a running knee strike, the Essex Hammer, on De Raaf. Harrington then covers Thornfield, but De Raaf breaks up the pin, and the two men start to argue.)
STEVE PRINGLE: It’s every man for himself now, Eddie! The two men who were working together are now fighting each other!
EDDIE BATES: These two egos were never going to work together for long. They’re more concerned with hurting each other than winning this match.
(Harrington and De Raaf are still going at it. Harrington hits a spinning suplex, the Thames Toss, on De Raaf. He then attempts to lock in a Figure-Four Leglock, the London Lock. While he is doing this, De Raaf hits a series of rapid-fire kicks to Harrington’s legs and chest. The two men are still fighting, but Thornfield is slowly getting to his feet. Thornfield hits a swinging back elbow on both men. He then hits a running clothesline on both men, sending them to the mat. Thornfield then looks at the crowd, who are all on their feet, chanting his name. Thornfield hits a running kick on De Raaf and locks in a Guillotine Choke. Harrington breaks up the hold, but Thornfield hits him with a running dropkick.)
STEVE PRINGLE: The crowd is on its feet, Eddie! They want to see their hero win!
EDDIE BATES: They certainly do, Steve, but these two men are not going to make it easy for him.
(Thornfield hits a swinging dragon suplex on Harrington. He then attempts a Raven’s Wings on Harrington, but De Raaf hits a brutal roundhouse kick to Thornfield’s head. De Raaf then locks in the Dutch Clutch on Thornfield, but Thornfield reverses it into a roll-up and pins De Raaf for the three-count!)
STEVE PRINGLE: He did it! Cedric Thornfield has won the match! What a victory for “The Black Raven”!
EDDIE BATES: He is a man of honor, and he showed it tonight! He didn’t just win; he sent a message to everyone in the company, including Angelo Anderson. He is ready for “Titans”!
(Cedric Thornfield stands over the defeated men, a look of determination on his face. The crowd is on its feet, cheering loudly for their local hero. The segment ends with Cedric Thornfield celebrating his victory, a clear statement made ahead of his match at “Titans.”)
Ringside
(The Stratford Arena is roaring, a symphony of cheers for CEDRIC THORNFIELD. He stands in the center of the ring, a determined expression on his face, his arms raised triumphantly. His theme music, “Black Honey,” swells through the arena. The crowd chants his name, celebrating his hard-fought victory in the main event.)
STEVE PRINGLE: What a statement by Cedric Thornfield! He’s just defeated two of Dynasty Wrestling’s most cunning and sadistic competitors. He has all the momentum heading into “Titans”!
EDDIE BATES: Momentum, Steve? That was more than momentum. That was a warning shot fired directly at the DW Heavyweight Champion! The “Black Raven” is coming for the gold!
(The camera focuses on a celebrating Thornfield, capturing his stoic yet victorious demeanor. Just as he turns to face the hard camera, a figure appears from the crowd behind him. It’s the DW Heavyweight Champion, ANGELO ANDERSON, wearing his long, sleeveless trench coat with the metal-plated chest piece. He moves with a quiet conviction, an icy calm in his intense, calculating eyes. The fans on the floor begin to point and shout, a wave of recognition rippling through the arena. The commentary team, still talking, doesn’t see him at first.)
STEVE PRINGLE: You’ve got to believe, after a performance like that, Angelo Anderson is watching backstage, and he’s seeing a man who could very well take that DW Heavyweight Championship from him at “Titans.”
(Anderson slides into the ring, the DW Heavyweight Championship belt in his hand. He raises the belt high over his head and looks at the crowd with a cold, menacing glare. He sees the “Black Raven” posing in the ring and turns his attention to him. He slowly walks towards him, raising the belt as if to strike.)
EDDIE BATES: Uh oh, Steve… that’s Angelo Anderson! He’s in the ring! He’s got the title in his hand!
STEVE PRINGLE: What on earth is he doing?! The match is over!
(Thornfield turns around, but it’s too late. Anderson smashes the belt into the back of his head with a sickening thud. The crowd erupts in a deafening wave of boos. Thornfield collapses to the mat, unconscious. The lights in the arena flash with a sinister red as Anderson stands over Thornfield, raising the championship belt high above his head, a single, grim smile on his face. )
EDDIE BATES: That’s it! He’s just destroyed him! The champion just took out his number one contender in a cowardly, unprovoked attack!
STEVE PRINGLE: This is despicable! There is no honor in this! This is not what professional wrestling is about! Angelo Anderson just proved that he doesn’t care about anything but dominance!
(Anderson kneels, placing the championship belt on Thornfield’s chest as he stares down at his fallen challenger with contempt. The camera holds on Anderson’s cold, triumphant expression as the boos from the crowd grow louder and louder.)
EDDIE BATES: The message has been sent, Steve. The “Unbreakable” is not just a nickname; it’s a promise!
(The broadcast fades to black with Anderson standing over the body of Cedric Thornfield, a final, chilling image. The show is off the air.)
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