DW Collision Course 2024
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
The Stratford Arena, London, England
30th December 2024
[The camera pans across the sold-out Stratford Arena in London, where thousands of passionate fans are on their feet, holding up signs and roaring with excitement. The massive stage, illuminated by flashing lights and pyrotechnics, features the “DW Collision Course” logo prominently displayed.]
Steve Pringle:
“Welcome, everyone, to the Stratford Arena in London, England, for the final Destination Wrestling event of the year—Collision Course! I’m Steve Pringle, joined as always by my partner Eddie Bates, and Eddie, this crowd is electric tonight!”
Eddie Bates:
“You’re not kidding, Steve! It’s the last show of the year, and what a way to cap it off! Titles are on the line, rivalries are set to explode, and we’ve got a card that will leave everyone talking well into the new year!”
Steve Pringle:
“Let’s break it down, folks. Tonight, the spotlight is on the biggest stars of DW and beyond! We’ll see Jean Louis Duval, the man who won the prestigious European Cup tournament on Christmas Eve, step into the ring with the Irish brawler Liam O’Donovan. Can Duval keep his momentum rolling, or will O’Donovan derail the French phenom?”
Eddie Bates:
“And speaking of bad blood, the DW UK Tag Team Championships are up for grabs as British Hospitality defends their titles against Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart. McRae turned his back on Alexander Hate and Harry Black months ago, and tonight, it’s time for some payback—or will the challengers steal the gold?”
Steve Pringle:
“But it’s not all animosity, Eddie. The DW UK Championship match pits two friends against each other—Jonathan Sullivan defends his title against ‘The Gentlemen’ Geoffrey Hobbs. It’s a clash of respect, but with the championship on the line, will their friendship survive?”
Eddie Bates:
“Friendship won’t be a factor in this match—‘The Viking’ Bjorn Asulf gets his wish for a top-tier opponent as he goes one-on-one with former DW UK Champion ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. Will Harrington’s finesse outshine Asulf’s raw power, or will the Viking plunder another victim?”
Steve Pringle:
“And that’s not all! The IPWA Tag Team Championships will be defended tonight as the Gutter Gods take on The Ultras! The Ultras earned this shot by winning the #1 contendership at the European Cup, and they’re looking to bring those titles back to Germany. But can anyone stop the Gutter Gods?”
Eddie Bates:
“And then, Steve, there’s the match everyone’s been waiting for. The DW Heavyweight Championship is on the line as ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson defends against the enigmatic and unrelenting ‘Black Raven,’ Cedric Thornfield. This is a rivalry that’s been simmering for months, and tonight, it all comes to a head!”
Steve Pringle:
“This night is guaranteed to be unforgettable, Eddie. Rivalries will reach their boiling point, careers could change forever, and titles will be won or lost. Buckle up, folks—it’s time for Collision Course!”
[The camera cuts to another round of pyrotechnics erupting from the stage as the crowd erupts in deafening cheers. The screen fades to the commentators at ringside, ready to call the action.]
Eddie Bates:
“Let’s not waste another second—Collision Course starts right now!”
Single Match
Jean Louis Duval vs. Liam O’Donovan
Ringside
Champion of Europe
[The bell rings as Jean Louis Duval’s hand is raised in victory. Liam O’Donovan lies on the mat, clutching his ribs, clearly in pain from the grueling match. Duval, smirking, rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone from the timekeeper’s area. He steps back into the ring and glares at the booing crowd as his music fades out.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Silence!“
[The crowd’s boos grow louder as Duval sneers.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Do you see this pathetic excuse for a man lying at my feet? This, ladies and gentlemen, is the best that Ireland has to offer? Liam O’Donovan, you were supposed to be a thorn in my side? Non, mon ami, you were nothing but a pebble beneath my heel!”
[Duval stomps near O’Donovan’s hand, taunting him as the crowd erupts in deafening boos.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“You people cheer for him? Him? Look at what I have done to your Irish hero! Liam O’Donovan, you dared to challenge me, Jean Louis Duval, the greatest competitor this ring has ever seen! But you, just like everyone else, have learned the hard way—there is no stopping the inevitable rise of French excellence!”
[Duval gestures to the stage, and a stagehand brings him the European Cup trophy. He lifts it high above his head as the crowd rains down more boos.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Do you see this? Do you see this? This is the European Cup—my European Cup! I defeated the very best from across this continent to earn this. And now, with this trophy in my possession, I hold the key to the future. This guarantees me a shot at the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship. Masafumi Satake, I hope you are watching this right now.”
[Duval lowers the trophy and stares directly into the hard camera, his voice dripping with venom.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Masafumi Satake, you are living on borrowed time. You may hold that championship now, but when we meet, I will expose you for the fraud that you are! I will rip that title from your undeserving hands, and I will bring it home—to France, where it belongs!”
[Duval raises the trophy again, pacing around the ring as the fans continue to boo.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“And to the rest of you, all of you ungrateful peasants here in London—get used to this sight! Get used to seeing me victorious. Get used to seeing me as a champion. Because Jean Louis Duval is the future of this business, whether you like it or not!”
[Duval drops the microphone with a loud thud, his music hitting once again. He steps out of the ring, trophy in hand, and walks up the ramp with a smug grin, ignoring the crowd’s boos and jeers as the camera focuses on his victorious stride.]
[The shot lingers on Liam O’Donovan, still recovering in the ring, before cutting to the commentary team.]
Steve Pringle:
“What an arrogant display from Jean Louis Duval! He’s talented, no doubt about it, but his attitude is absolutely insufferable!”
Eddie Bates:
“Love him or hate him, Steve, you can’t argue with the results. He’s got the European Cup, and he’s heading straight for a title match against Masafumi Satake. Like it or not, Jean Louis Duval might just be the next IPWA International Heavyweight Champion!”
[The camera fades to black, teasing the next match on the card.]
Backstage
Mindset
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where William Smith stands ready with a microphone. Beside him are Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, the Scottish challengers for the DW UK Tag Team Championships. McRae looks smug, adjusting his leather jacket, while Blackhart cracks his knuckles, scowling at the camera.]
William Smith:
“Good evening, everyone! I’m here with Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, moments away from their championship match against British Hospitality for the DW UK Tag Team Titles. Gentlemen, after weeks of sneak attacks, heated confrontations, and two prior losses to the champions, what’s your mindset heading into this high-stakes match tonight?”
Kyle McRae:
“Mindset? You want to know our mindset, aye? Here it is, plain and simple, William—revenge. British Hospitality have been living on borrowed time. They’ve been prancing around with our belts, but tonight, that fairy tale comes to an end.”
[McRae steps closer to the camera, pointing with an intense glare.]
Kyle McRae:
“Alexander Hate and Harry Black think they’ve got our number because they’ve beaten us before? Nah, mate. What they don’t realize is, every single time they’ve gotten lucky, all they’ve done is fuel the fire. Tonight, we’re not just taking those titles—we’re taking their pride.”
[Angus Blackhart leans in, his voice gruff and menacing.]
Angus Blackhart:
“British Hospitality like to call themselves champions. Champions, eh? They’re just placeholders, holding onto what belongs to us. Alexander Hate, Harry Black, ye’ve got one last night to enjoy those shiny wee belts. Because when we’re done with you, you’ll be lucky to walk out of this arena, let alone hold onto the gold.”
William Smith:
“But gentlemen, some might say your tactics—like last week’s attack on the champions—are underhanded and unsportsmanlike. How do you respond to those criticisms?”
Kyle McRae:
“Underhanded? Is that what they’re calling it? Nah, William, that’s called strategy. See, unlike British Hospitality, we don’t care about playing by the rules or keeping these fans happy. We’re here to win. End of story.”
Angus Blackhart:
“And if breaking a few bones along the way gets the job done, so be it.”
William Smith:
“One final question—if you do win tonight, what message would you send to the rest of the tag team division?”
Kyle McRae:
“When we win tonight, the message is simple: step up or step aside. This division belongs to us now. No more charity cases, no more undeserving challengers. British Hospitality was the last hurdle, and after tonight, there won’t be a team alive that can touch us.”
Angus Blackhart:
“London, Scotland’s taking over. Get ready to bow down to your new champions.”
[McRae and Blackhart both stare coldly into the camera as William Smith wraps up.]
William Smith:
“Strong words from Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart, who seem more than ready for their shot at the DW UK Tag Team Championships. Will they back up their bold claims, or will British Hospitality hold firm? We’ll find out next!”
[The camera cuts back to the arena as the crowd’s anticipation builds for the upcoming match.]
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
British Hospitality (c) vs. Kyle McRae & Angus Blackhart
Backstage
Welcome to my Domain
[The camera cuts to a dimly lit locker room, where the DW Heavyweight Champion, Unbreakable Angelo Anderson, is warming up. The imposing African-American powerhouse is shadowboxing with intense focus, beads of sweat glistening on his brow. The DW Heavyweight Championship belt sits prominently on a bench nearby, reflecting the light like a beacon of his dominance.]
[William Smith cautiously steps into the frame, microphone in hand.]
William Smith:
“Angelo, tonight you face your toughest challenge yet—defending the DW Heavyweight Championship against the enigmatic Black Raven Cedric Thornfield. The world is watching. What’s your mindset heading into this high-stakes main event?”
[Anderson stops his movements and slowly turns to face Smith, his face a mask of confidence and determination. He takes a deep breath and wipes his face with a towel before speaking, his tone cold and measured.]
Angelo Anderson:
“My mindset, William? It’s simple. Tonight’s just another night where I prove to the world why I’m the best. Cedric Thornfield can bring all the theatrics, all the smoke and mirrors, all the creepy mind games he wants—it doesn’t matter. Because when that bell rings, all that matters is what happens in this ring, man to man.“
[He points to the championship belt on the bench.]
Angelo Anderson:
“This right here? This is mine because I’ve earned it. I’ve fought the best this company has to offer, and I’ve put them all down. Thornfield might think he’s different, but he’s just another name on the list. He’s stepping into my world tonight, and in my world, I don’t lose.”
William Smith:
“Some might argue that Thornfield’s unorthodox style and psychological tactics could give him an edge. How do you plan to counter that?”
[Anderson smirks, shaking his head.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Psychological tactics? William, I’ve been in this game long enough to know one thing: mind games don’t win championships—skill does. Power does. And nobody has more of that than me. Thornfield can try to get in my head, but when I’m slamming him into that mat, he’ll realize he’s in over his head.”
[Anderson steps closer to Smith, towering over him.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Let me make this crystal clear: Thornfield might think he’s a predator, but tonight, he’s nothing more than prey. And when the dust settles, I’ll still be standing here as the Unbreakable DW Heavyweight Champion. You can bet on that.”
[Anderson grabs the championship belt and drapes it over his shoulder, staring intensely into the camera.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Cedric Thornfield… welcome to my domain.“
[He turns back to his warm-up routine, his focus unwavering, as William Smith steps out of the frame. The camera lingers on Anderson for a moment, then fades to black, building anticipation for the epic clash to come.]
DW UK Championship Match
Jonathan Sullivan (c) vs. Geoffrey Hobbs
Ringside
Still Friends?
[The bell rings as Jonathan Sullivan stands tall in the center of the ring, holding the DW UK Championship high above his head. The crowd erupts in cheers for the champion’s hard-fought victory, but their excitement is tempered by the sight of Geoffrey Hobbs sitting on the mat, visibly disappointed. Hobbs clutches his head, clearly processing the loss. Sullivan, ever the sportsman, lowers his championship and walks over to his friend, extending a hand.]
[The audience buzzes with anticipation as Hobbs looks up at Sullivan’s outstretched hand. His face is a mix of frustration and emotion, and for a moment, it seems like he might refuse. The commentators, Steve Pringle and Eddie Bates, weigh in.]
Steve Pringle:
“What a match we just witnessed, Eddie. Sullivan retains the title, but look at Hobbs—he’s absolutely gutted.”
Eddie Bates:
“And can you blame him, Steve? He poured his heart into this match. The question is, will he let his emotions get the better of him?”
[Hobbs finally rises to his feet, staring down at Sullivan’s hand. The crowd chants, urging him to make the right decision.]
Crowd:
“Shake his hand! Shake his hand!”
[Hobbs hesitates for a few seconds longer, his jaw tightening as the disappointment in his eyes shifts to reluctant acceptance. Finally, he reaches out and shakes Sullivan’s hand, drawing a huge pop from the crowd.]
Steve Pringle:
“There it is! A true show of sportsmanship from Geoffrey Hobbs. This is what DW is all about!”
Eddie Bates:
“It’s not easy to lose, especially to a close friend. Hobbs just proved he’s as much a gentleman outside the ring as he is inside it.”
[Sullivan pats Hobbs on the shoulder, speaking words of encouragement that the microphones don’t pick up. Hobbs nods slightly but can’t hide his lingering disappointment. Sullivan raises Hobbs’ hand in a show of respect, drawing another wave of cheers from the fans.]
[As Sullivan exits the ring with his championship, leaving Hobbs to soak in the moment, the camera lingers on Hobbs. The Gentleman looks around at the cheering crowd, his expression softening as he processes the support.]
[The commentators wrap up the scene.]
Steve Pringle:
“Hobbs may not have won the title tonight, but he’s certainly won the respect of everyone here in the Stratford Arena.”
Eddie Bates:
“No doubt about it. Geoffrey Hobbs is the epitome of class, and you have to believe he’ll bounce back from this.”
[The scene fades with Hobbs standing in the ring, nodding to the fans as they continue to cheer, a bittersweet end to a memorable championship encounter.]
Backstage
Ready for the Bearded Brute
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where William Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Next to him is ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington, dressed in his flashy ring gear and a shimmering jacket, exuding confidence. Harrington adjusts his sunglasses as the crowd’s boos filter in from the arena.]
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined now by ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. Oliver, in just a short time, you’ll step into the ring with one of the most imposing competitors in DW, ‘the Viking’ Bjorn Asulf. Your thoughts heading into this clash?”
[Harrington smirks, lowering his sunglasses slightly to glare at William.]
Oliver Harrington:
“First of all, William, let’s get one thing straight: I’m not worried about some oversized, bearded brute who thinks growling and swinging a hammer makes him intimidating. The fact is, Bjorn Asulf is all bark and no bite. The Viking? Please, he’s more like the village idiot if you ask me.”
[The crowd erupts in boos, and Harrington leans into the microphone, relishing the heat.]
Oliver Harrington:
“Now, don’t get me wrong—I know Asulf’s got a reputation. Big, scary, ooh, Viking guy. But guess what? Reputation doesn’t win matches. Skill does. Talent does. And I’ve got that in spades. Look at me! I’m the future of DW, the face of this company, and tonight, I’m going to prove that the so-called ‘Viking’ is nothing more than yesterday’s news.”
[William looks skeptical but presses on.]
William Smith:
“Oliver, I have to ask—Bjorn Asulf has been vocal about wanting tougher competition, and many see this as a chance for him to prove a point. Are you underestimating the challenge he brings to the ring?”
[Harrington laughs, throwing his head back dramatically.]
Oliver Harrington:
“Underestimating? Oh, William, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not underestimating Asulf—I’m exposing him. Tonight, when I step into that ring, I’m going to show everyone, including Asulf himself, that he’s out of his depth when he faces a true star. He can swing his fists all he wants, but it won’t save him from the Essex Pretty Boy’s finesse and brilliance. Mark my words, William—after tonight, Asulf will be nothing but a footnote in the rise of Oliver Harrington.”
[Harrington adjusts his sunglasses again and flashes his signature smirk at the camera.]
William Smith:
“Well, confidence certainly isn’t lacking, Oliver. Best of luck out there tonight.”
Oliver Harrington:
“Luck? Please, William. Save that for Asulf—he’s going to need it.”
[Harrington struts off, leaving William Smith shaking his head as the camera fades back to the arena.]
Single Match
‘the Viking’ Bjorn Asulf vs. ‘the Essex Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington
Ringside
Anarchy, Is this It?
[The bell rings as ‘the Viking’ Bjorn Asulf stands victorious over the fallen Oliver Harrington. The crowd boos loudly as Asulf grabs a microphone, still breathing heavily from the match. He glares around the arena, his frustration evident.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Is this it? Is this what DW considers competition for the mighty Viking? A Pretty Boy who spent more time fixing his hair than preparing for battle?”
[The crowd boos even louder as Asulf paces the ring, sneering down at Harrington before turning his attention to the stage.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“This is a joke! Matt Anarchy, you promised me a challenge. You told me to be patient, to wait for an opponent worthy of my time. And yet, week after week, I get served scraps. If this is your idea of a strong opponent, then it’s no wonder this company is in shambles!”
[Asulf raises his arms in anger, shouting into the microphone.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Anarchy, you better get your act together, or I’ll go find real competition elsewhere. I am the Viking! I demand warriors, not these weaklings you throw at me. So, what’s it going to be, huh? Who’s next? Who’s brave enough to—”
**[Suddenly, the crowd erupts in cheers as unfamiliar music hits the arena speakers. The entrance screen lights up with the name *EERO KOSKINEN* in bold letters, accompanied by an intense Nordic-inspired theme. The giant Finnish star, Eero Koskinen, steps out onto the stage, towering over everyone in sight. Clad in a black and silver robe, Koskinen marches purposefully toward the ring, his eyes locked on Asulf.]**
[Asulf stops mid-rant, his expression shifting from rage to intrigue as the imposing Koskinen climbs into the ring. The two massive men now stand face to face in the center of the ring, the tension palpable. The crowd roars with anticipation as Koskinen stares down Asulf without saying a word, his stoic demeanor unshaken.]
[Asulf smirks, raising his microphone again, breaking the silence.]
Bjorn Asulf:
“Well, well, well. It seems Matt Anarchy finally found someone with a little backbone. Tell me, Eero, do you think you have what it takes to step into the ring with the Viking?”
[Koskinen remains silent, his icy blue eyes piercing through Asulf. After a long pause, Koskinen finally takes a step forward, standing chest to chest with Asulf. The crowd is on their feet, chanting “EERO! EERO!” as the two titans glare at each other.]
[The segment ends with Koskinen raising a single fist in the air, signaling his readiness for battle, as Asulf grins, clearly relishing the prospect of a fight. The camera fades to black, hyping the inevitable clash between these two behemoths.]
Ringside
Chaos Theory
**[The camera cuts to the bustling backstage area, where William Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Flanking him are the Ultras, Jürgen Köhler and Axel Schmidt, the reigning IPWA German Tag Team Champions. They are dressed in their matching black and red ring gear, their German Tag Team Championship belts slung over their shoulders. Both men exude confidence, their intensity palpable as they stare directly into the camera.]
William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now are the reigning IPWA German Tag Team Champions, the Ultras! Jürgen Köhler, Axel Schmidt, tonight you step into the ring to challenge the Gutter Gods for the IPWA International Tag Team Championships. This is a massive opportunity—how are you feeling heading into this match?”
[Jürgen Köhler steps forward, adjusting the title on his shoulder, his voice firm and determined.]
Jürgen Köhler:
“William, this is what we live for—moments like this. The Gutter Gods walk around like they own the world because of those belts, but tonight, their time is up. We’ve dominated Germany, we’ve dominated Europe, and now we’re here to dominate the world. Those International Tag Team titles are coming back to Berlin with us!”
[Axel Schmidt steps in, his tone sharp and filled with passion.]
Axel Schmidt:
“The Gutter Gods think they’re untouchable, but they’ve never faced a team like the Ultras. We’ve fought harder battles, we’ve been through tougher wars, and tonight, we show them and the world why we’re the future of tag team wrestling.”
William Smith:
“The Gutter Gods have a reputation for bending the rules and doing whatever it takes to retain their championships. Are you ready for the chaos they might bring tonight?”
[Jürgen Köhler smirks, exchanging a confident glance with Axel Schmidt.]
Jürgen Köhler:
“William, we’ve faced teams that called themselves unbeatable. We’ve been in matches where the odds were stacked against us, and we’ve come out on top every single time. The Gutter Gods can try their tricks, but tonight, nothing will stop us.”
Axel Schmidt:
“Chaos is where we thrive. Let them bring their dirty tactics, let them try their games—it won’t matter. Tonight, the Ultras make history, and the IPWA International Tag Team Championships become ours.”
[William Smith nods, sensing the unwavering confidence of the Ultras as they stare down the camera.]
William Smith:
“The Ultras are ready for war, and they’re determined to take down the Gutter Gods. The IPWA International Tag Team Championships are on the line—don’t miss it!”
[Jürgen Köhler and Axel Schmidt raise their German Tag Team Championship belts high before walking off camera, ready for their showdown. The scene fades back to the arena as the crowd roars in anticipation.]
IPWA Tag Team Championship Match
Gutter Gods (c) vs. The Ultras
Backstage
It’s Time
[The camera fades in to a dimly lit backstage area. The atmosphere is tense, the anticipation palpable. At the center of the frame stands Cedric Thornfield, the enigmatic figure known as ‘the Black Raven’. His face is shrouded in shadow, only his eyes visible, cold and calculating as he silently stares at his reflection in the mirror. The DW Heavyweight Championship match against Angelo Anderson is next, and the weight of the moment is clear in Thornfield’s focused expression.]
[Thornfield is dressed in his usual black attire—his eyes hollow, yet full of intent. He breathes slowly, calming himself, before reaching out and picking up a black leather glove from a nearby table. He slides it onto his right hand, the motion deliberate and precise.]
[The silence is broken as Thornfield speaks, his voice low, almost a whisper, yet filled with a dark intensity.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“Angelo Anderson… you think you’re invincible. You think you can break me. But you have no idea what you’re dealing with. Tonight, your reign ends. All those mind games you’ve played… all the tricks you’ve tried to pull, they won’t save you.”
[Thornfield slowly turns away from the mirror, his cold gaze locked ahead. His expression shifts to one of eerie calm, as if he’s already seen what will unfold in the ring.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“You wanted a fight? You’ll get one. But when I take that championship from you… there will be no coming back from it. I’m not here to just beat you, Anderson. I’m here to erase you.”
[He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle in the air.]
Cedric Thornfield:
“You’ll regret underestimating me.”
[The camera zooms in on Thornfield’s eyes, cold and unwavering as he steps away from the mirror and walks toward the entrance curtain, ready for what lies ahead.]
[The sound of his footsteps echoes down the corridor as the camera holds on his figure, disappearing into the shadows. The tension in the air builds as the arena prepares for the clash of titans—Thornfield and Anderson will face off for the DW Heavyweight Championship next.]
DW Heavyweight Championship Match
Angelo Anderson (c) vs. Cedric Thornfield
Ringside
Unbreakable
[The camera cuts to the ring, where the DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, stands tall with his championship belt slung over his shoulder. The fans are audibly booing, but Anderson stands there with a cocky grin, soaking in the reaction. His muscles glisten with sweat from the grueling battle he’s just endured, but he looks unbothered. The once ominous presence of Cedric Thornfield lies defeated on the canvas behind him.]
[Anderson raises the title high into the air as the boos grow louder. The crowd, clearly displeased, showers him with jeers, but Anderson remains unfazed, his smirk only widening. He motions for a microphone, which is handed to him by the ringside crew. He brings it to his lips, ready to speak.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Did you see that? I told you all I was ‘Unbreakable.’ I told you no one, not even the so-called ‘Black Raven,’ could take this from me.”
[The fans boo louder, but Anderson raises his hand to silence them.]
Angelo Anderson:
“I’m not surprised. Everyone thought Cedric Thornfield was the one who was going to dethrone me. They thought he had what it took, right? Well guess what, people? He couldn’t even get the job done.”
[Anderson steps closer to Thornfield’s body, nudging it with his foot.]
Angelo Anderson:
“You know what I learned tonight? I learned that when you’re ‘Unbreakable,’ there’s no force on Earth that can take this from you. I’ll let all of you in on a little secret—this isn’t just about me proving how tough I am. This is about sending a message. This is about showing the world that when you step into the ring with Angelo Anderson, you’re stepping into the ring with a force of nature.”
[He pauses, soaking in the tension from the crowd, before continuing, his tone shifting to a more menacing, taunting voice.]
Angelo Anderson:
“And if any of you—any of you—thought for a second that I wasn’t going to walk out of that match as champion, then you were dead wrong. Cedric Thornfield? He was just another casualty in the long line of people I’ve destroyed to stay on top.”
[Anderson looks at the title belt in his hands and smiles arrogantly.]
Angelo Anderson:
“Now, let’s be real here. No one is coming for this title. Not Thornfield. Not Hobbs. Not anyone. I am the most dominant force in this company, and I’ll prove it again, and again, and again.”
[He lifts the title belt even higher, his voice growing louder and more confident.]
Angelo Anderson:
“This right here? This is my legacy. And if anyone wants a shot at this, they’re gonna have to go through me first. But guess what? No one’s getting through me. I’m ‘Unbreakable,’ and I’m untouchable.”
[The boos intensify as Anderson stands in the middle of the ring, soaking in his moment. He glares out at the audience, his cocky grin never fading.]
Angelo Anderson:
“I’ll leave you all with this: The reign of Angelo Anderson is only just beginning. And when I say ‘Unbreakable,’ I mean it. No one will stop me. No one will ever take this from me.”
[The camera zooms in on Anderson as he hoists the title one last time above his head, the jeers of the crowd echoing throughout the arena.]
[The camera pans over Anderson’s smug expression as the show begins to fade to black, the boos of the crowd still audible. The screen fades to black as the show ends.]
[End of Show]
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