DW Original Sinners 2025 PPV
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 16th June 2025
The screen is black. A solemn piano note plays. Then—
“On September 10th, 2001… the revolution began.”
A gritty black-and-white montage flickers across the screen:
- Shawn Storm raising the DW Heavyweight Title above his head, rain pouring in a long-forgotten outdoor venue.
- Rick Lacey delivering his patented lariat to a stunned opponent.
- Chris Boswell diving off a scaffold to a chorus of gasps.
- Teddy Rafter standing bloodied and defiant, arms spread wide as chants ring out.
A pause. Then—
“Through blood, grit, and legacy… Dynasty Wrestling was born. The Original Sinners of professional wrestling.”
The music swells, transitioning into heavy guitar riffs. Now we see fast-cut highlights of the present:
- Angelo Anderson crushing opponents with the Unbreakable Bomb, clutching the DW Heavyweight Championship.
- Cedric Thornfield flying through the air with pinpoint precision.
- Bjorn Asulf, roaring to the crowd, fists soaked in sweat and defiance.
- Jonathan Sullivan dragging a rival into a vicious submission, eyes locked on the camera.
“From past to present, one truth remains…”
“In the house of violence, we are the foundation.”
[Dramatic logo sting: “DYNASTY WRESTLING: ORIGINAL SINNERS 2025” slams onto the screen in blood-red and metallic gold.]
CUT TO: Drone shots of Stratford, East London — the River Lea glinting in the moonlight, fans tailgating outside the Stratford Arena, holding signs, wearing merch, buzzing with excitement.
Inside the sold-out Stratford Arena, the crowd is deafening. Pyro erupts from the stage, bathing the ring in light. The camera sweeps across a sea of fans, Union Jack flags waving, thundersticks clapping, energy electric.
[Camera cuts to commentary desk at ringside]
🎙️ Steve Pringle (play-by-play):
“Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is the night we’ve been waiting for—Original Sinners 2025 is LIVE on the Sanctioned Violence Network! I’m Steve Pringle, joined as always by Eddie Bates—and we are coming to you from a sold-out Stratford Arena in London, England, where Dynasty Wrestling—the very first name under the SV Network banner—celebrates its legacy, its violence, and its future!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates (colour):
“That’s right, Steve! Tonight is more than a pay-per-view—it’s a damn confession booth for violence! For over two decades, Dynasty has been setting the standard, and tonight? Tonight we honour our sins in the most brutal way possible!”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Just look at this lineup—we’ve got Sullivan vs. De Raaf, two of the best pure wrestlers on the planet finally going one-on-one.”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Not to mention that Welsh Rules Match—Rhys Morgan and Maxwell Blackwell are going to tear each other apart with no rules, no mercy, and no way out!”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Ben Noble and Kyle McRae’s grudge match is about pride… and pain. We’ve got a Triple Threat for the UK Championship, Callum McLeod defending against Union Jack and the Essex Pretty Boy, Oliver Harrington—No DQ!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Oh, and let’s not forget Emily Shaw vs. Kandi Sparks—Falls Count Anywhere! Two of the most dangerous women on the roster, no rules, no restrictions, and nothing held back.”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“The Tag Titles are on the line as Dogs of War defend against British Hospitality and The Sovereign—three teams, one goal: dominate the division.”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“And the Main Event, Steve. Angelo Anderson puts the DW Heavyweight Championship on the line against Eero Koshkinen and Bjorn Asulf. A triple threat between two Nordic monsters and the most arrogant champion in wrestling today.”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Tonight, we pay for our sins… with sweat, blood, and gold. THIS is Dynasty Wrestling: Original Sinners 2025!”
The camera cuts to the ramp, where the lights dim, the crowd chants intensify, and the music hits for the opening match.
[SHOW BEGINS]
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Stijn De Raaf
Ringside
The bell rings and the Stratford Arena erupts with cheers as Jonathan Sullivan rolls off the battered body of Stijn De Raaf, victorious after a gritty, technically brutal opener.
Announcer:
“Here is your winner… JONATHAN SULLIVAN!”
The referee raises Sullivan’s hand, sweat pouring down his face, chest heaving. He stares down at De Raaf with a mix of respect and defiance, having just overcome one of his toughest rivals to date.
The crowd chants:
“SULL-I-VAN! SULL-I-VAN!”
Sullivan backs into the corner, standing tall on the second rope as he raises both arms to the crowd… but then his expression changes. He steps down, slowly walks to the centre of the ring…
And with a sharp gesture, he draws an imaginary belt around his waist.
A bold, deliberate statement. He wants gold. He wants the DW Heavyweight Championship.
The camera cuts to different angles—fans going wild, holding up signs that read “SULLIVAN FOR CHAMPION” and “MAKE HIM UNBREAKABLE!”
Then—
The hard cam shifts to the backstage area on the tron. In the locker room hallway stands DW Heavyweight Champion Angelo Anderson, arms folded, title slung over his shoulder, watching a monitor. A slow smirk creeps across his face as he nods with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
He mouths just loud enough to be heard on the mic:
Angelo Anderson:
“Get in line, Sullivan.”
Back in the ring, Sullivan continues to stare toward the entrance stage, as if daring the champion to walk out. He doesn’t need to say a word—his message is crystal clear.
Jonathan Sullivan has made his intentions known: the next time he steps into a big fight… it better be for the top prize.
Fade to black as the commentary team hypes what could be coming next in Dynasty Wrestling’s evolving championship picture.
Welsh Rules Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Maxwell Blackwell
Ringside
The Stratford Arena is roaring as the bell rings to signal the end of an all-out war. Rhys Morgan, bloodied but triumphant, has just defeated Maxwell Blackwell in the brutal Welsh Rules Match. Steel chairs, shattered tables, and broken pride litter the ring.
Announcer:
“Here is your winner… THE WELSH DRAGON — RHYS MORGAN!”
Morgan drops to his knees, fists clenched, overwhelmed by the moment. The crowd drowns the arena in chants of:
“DRAGON! DRAGON! DRAGON!”
The referee raises his arm, but Morgan pulls away and rolls out of the ring, heading straight to the barricade at ringside. He embraces a section of fans draped in Welsh flags, one of whom hands him the red dragon banner, which he proudly holds high over his head.
He climbs onto the barricade, soaking in the deafening roar of the crowd as he points toward the hard cam…
Then, slowly and deliberately, he draws an invisible championship belt around his waist.
A clear message: Rhys Morgan wants gold.
The camera lingers on his determined eyes as he mouths to the camera:
Rhys Morgan:
“Next time… I’m not just fighting for Wales. I’m fighting for the title.”
Back in the ring, Maxwell Blackwell is being helped to the back by officials, dazed and furious, but the spotlight is firmly on the Welsh Dragon.
As Morgan stands tall on the barricade, drenched in sweat and pride, fireworks go off at the top of the ramp behind him. His eyes don’t leave the camera.
The commentary team sums it up:
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Rhys Morgan just walked through hell tonight—and came out the other side ready to chase the biggest prize in the game!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Welsh Rules, no rules, doesn’t matter—Morgan just proved he belongs in the title picture. If Angelo Anderson isn’t watching this? He should be.”
Cut to black with the image of Morgan draped in the Welsh flag, pointing to his waist as the crowd chants echo into the night.
Single Match
Ben Noble vs. Kyle McRae
Ringside
The bell rings, and the Stratford Arena erupts as Ben Noble scores the three-count over Kyle McRae, putting an emphatic end to their bitter rivalry. Kyle rolls out of the ring in frustration, clutching his jaw, while ringside chaos settles.
Announcer:
“Here is your winner… BEN NOBLE!”
Noble stumbles to his feet, battle-worn and breathless, but victorious. At ringside, Kandi Sparks pulls herself up from the floor—having neutralised a late ambush from Emily Shaw and Angus Blackhart during the final moments of the match.
As Noble stands tall in the centre of the ring, Kandi slides in beside him. The two lock eyes—and then, in front of a roaring Stratford crowd, they embrace, exhausted but defiant.
The camera circles around them as Kandi raises Ben’s hand in triumph, the two of them united against the Platinum Coalition’s games and interference. A powerful show of solidarity, of family, of fight.
The crowd erupts into chants:
“SOV-ER-EIGN! SOV-ER-EIGN!”
Outside the ring, Kyle McRae is pulled away by a furious Emily Shaw, while Angus Blackhart smashes his fist into the ring apron in frustration. But in the ring—it’s a different story.
Ben Noble grabs a mic, his voice hoarse but full of fire:
Ben Noble:
“You try to break us down. You send your little crew of cowards. But tonight… you failed.”
He turns to Kandi and nods.
Ben Noble:
“We’re still standing. We always will be.”
Kandi steps forward, shouting into the camera:
Kandi Sparks:
“Emily… you’re next.”
They raise each other’s arms high as pyro erupts on the stage behind them. The camera captures the intensity, the emotion, the defiance of the Sovereign as they stand united against the Platinum Coalition.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“What a win for Ben Noble—and what a message from the Sovereign tonight!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“The Coalition came loaded with tricks, but Sparks and Noble outlasted them all. Kandi’s got Emily Shaw later tonight… and if this is the fire she’s bringing, Emily better be ready for war!”
Fade out as the crowd roars and the Sovereign pose together, stronger than ever.
DW UK Championship – Triple Threat No DQ Match
Callum McLeod (c) vs. Union Jack vs. Oliver Harrington
Ringside
The crowd at the Stratford Arena is still buzzing after a chaotic, no-disqualification triple threat match. Callum McLeod, bruised and breathing heavily, rises slowly to his feet, clutching the DW UK Championship tightly to his chest. He has just survived the onslaught of both Union Jack and Oliver Harrington to retain his title.
Oliver Harrington is already halfway up the ramp, storming off with his usual petulant scowl, shouting at fans and ripping a “UNION JACK 4 CHAMP” sign in half on his way out. Boos follow him as he disappears backstage.
In the ring, Union Jack sits in the corner, exhausted but defiant. He pulls himself to his feet with the ropes, pain etched across his face, but so is pride. The fans begin to chant:
“U-NI-ON JACK! U-NI-ON JACK!”
McLeod looks over at him—no taunting, no swagger, just a warrior’s nod. The champ walks to the centre of the ring, raising the belt for a moment, then lowers it and extends a hand.
The crowd stirs—applause growing louder as Union Jack eyes the hand, thinking it over. Then…
He steps forward and shakes it.
A roar from the Stratford Arena. Two warriors, two fan favourites, united in respect after a war for the ages.
Callum leans in and says something off-mic—something only Union Jack can hear—but both men nod, and Union Jack claps McLeod on the shoulder before stepping aside, allowing the champion his spotlight.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“That’s what Dynasty Wrestling is all about. Callum McLeod may still be UK Champion, but he earned every second of that victory—and Union Jack just showed the world what true sportsmanship looks like!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Mutual respect in a match with no rules? That’s rare, Steve—but when you’ve been through hell like they just did, you shake the hand of the man who bled with you.”
McLeod climbs the turnbuckle, raising the DW UK Championship high as red and white pyro bursts from the stage behind him. Union Jack applauds from ringside, heading back up the ramp as the crowd continues chanting his name.
In the ring, the Scottish champion stands tall—but even in victory, he knows the target on his back just got bigger.
Fade out.
Falls Count Anywhere, No DQ
“Platinum” Emily Shaw vs. Kandi Sparks
Ringside
The bell rings and the Stratford Arena explodes as Kandi Sparks pins Emily Shaw for the three-count in a brutal, emotional Falls Count Anywhere match. Both women are battered, bruised, and bloodied—but it’s Sparks who stands tall.
Announcer:
“Here is your winner… KANDI SPARKS!”
Shaw lies motionless on the mat amidst shattered pride. Kandi slowly rises to her feet, leaning heavily on the ropes, blood trickling from her forehead. The crowd rises as one, and the chant begins:
“YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!”
Kandi wipes the blood from her brow, stares down at Emily Shaw’s fallen body, then raises her arms in exhausted triumph. Her chest heaves with emotion—it’s been months of mind games, interference, and backstage assaults from the Platinum Coalition. Tonight, she overcame it all.
But the moment doesn’t last.
BOOM!
The crowd gasps as two large figures hit the ring—The Caledonian Crushers, Kyle McRae & Angus Blackhart, storm through the crowd and blindside Kandi from behind.
The arena turns hostile in seconds as Kyle drills her with a lariat that flips her inside out. Blackhart scoops her up—Scottish Execution! —a brutal double-team spinebuster through a table!
The fans boo relentlessly as the Crushers stand over her, arms raised, sneering down at the wreckage.
Ben Noble sprints down the ramp, throwing off his jacket—but the numbers are too much. Kyle meets him with a running boot at ringside. Blackhart grabs Noble and hurls him shoulder-first into the steel steps. Ben crumples.
Kandi tries to crawl toward him, but she can barely move.
The Sovereign is down. Destroyed. The crowd is stunned into silence.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“What the hell is this?! The Caledonian Crushers just ambushed Kandi Sparks! And Ben Noble—he never even had a chance!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Why now? Why here? They’re not even in the same division—what’s the play here, Steve?!”
Back in the ring, Kyle Mcrae grabs a mic, standing over Kandi’s broken body:
Kyle McRae:
“You think the Sovereign runs this place? You think they deserve gold? Nah… tonight, the Crushers take what we want… and if they can’t even stand—how can they stop us?”
He drops the mic with a thud. The crowd rains boos as medics rush down to check on Sparks and Noble. The DW UK Tag Team Championship match later tonight is now in question—
—Can the Sovereign even compete?
The segment ends with the image of Ben Noble crawling to Kandi’s side, both barely conscious, and the Caledonian Crushers standing tall on the ramp—smirking.
Dynasty Wrestling just got real ugly.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the interview zone, where William Smith stands by in front of the Original Sinners branded backdrop. Beside him is the no-nonsense Dynasty Wrestling General Manager, Matt Anarchy, arms folded and jaw clenched, clearly not in the mood for games.
📺 William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Dynasty Wrestling GM Matt Anarchy, and Matt—there’s been a major development regarding tonight’s scheduled DW UK Tag Team Championship triple threat match. Can you give us an update?”
Matt Anarchy (stern, authoritative):
“Yeah, I can. Let’s not waste time, Will. Earlier tonight, The Sovereign—Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks—were the victims of a disgusting, unprovoked attack by the Caledonian Crushers, Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart. Kandi had just gone through a war with Emily Shaw, and instead of stepping up like real competitors, those two cowards jumped them when they were already vulnerable.”
He pauses, shaking his head in frustration.
Matt Anarchy:
“As a result of that assault, medical officials have informed me that neither Noble nor Sparks are cleared to compete tonight. That means—effective immediately—the DW UK Tag Team Championship match will now be contested as a standard tag team match.”
He turns and looks directly into the camera.
Matt Anarchy:
“So next, it’ll be The Dogs of War defending their titles against British Hospitality, one fall to a finish. And let me make one thing crystal clear… Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart will answer for what they did. Whether it’s fines, suspensions, or worse—that decision’s coming soon.”
The crowd in the arena can be heard reacting with a mix of gasps and chants as Anarchy storms off camera, leaving William Smith looking rattled.
📺 William Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. Major shake-up tonight at Original Sinners—the Sovereign are out, and the Tag Team Titles are now up for grabs between the reigning champions, The Dogs of War, and the challengers, British Hospitality… and as for the Caledonian Crushers? Sounds like a reckoning is coming.”
Camera fades to black as we head toward the Tag Team Championship clash.
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
The Dogs of War (c) vs. British Hospitality
Ringside
The Stratford Arena is buzzing after an absolute slugfest for the DW UK Tag Team Championships. The bell rings as Jack O’Connor hooks the leg of Harry Black and the referee counts the three.
Announcer:
“Here are your winners… and STILL DW UK Tag Team Champions… THE DOGS OF WAR!”
The crowd erupts in boos as Nate McKenzie rolls into the ring and embraces Jack O’Connor, both men drenched in sweat but grinning with savage glee. Their brash, suit-clad manager, James Shepherd, slides in right behind them, grabbing both championship belts from the timekeeper’s table.
He holds them up proudly, presenting them like golden trophies to his clients.
The Dogs of War snatch the belts and climb opposing turnbuckles, raising them high as pyro blasts erupt on the stage behind them. Their anthem blares, and the jeers only grow louder.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Say what you will about the tactics—but once again, the Dogs of War leave with the gold around their waists!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“They’re vile, they’re arrogant, they’re downright nasty—but tonight, they were also better. Just barely.”
Meanwhile, at the far corner of the ring, British Hospitality are regrouping. Alexander Hate pulls Harry Black to his feet as the crowd starts clapping and chanting their names in support.
“LET’S GO HARRY! A-LEX-AN-DER!”
The fan-favourite duo lean on the ropes, watching the Dogs of War celebrate with smug grins and middle fingers to the crowd. But they don’t back down—they lock eyes with the champions from across the ring. Tired. Hurt. But defiant.
James Shepherd grabs a mic mid-celebration.
James Shepherd:
“Take a good look, London! These two ain’t just champions—they’re the greatest damn tag team on any continent. Britain tried to bring the fight… but once again, Australia reigns supreme!”
More boos, some fans even throw drinks in their direction as O’Connor mocks British Hospitality with an exaggerated tea-sipping gesture.
But Alexander Hate points directly at the belts, mouthing something to Nate McKenzie. Hate then turns to the crowd and claps above his head, and the audience joins him—letting the Dogs know that this isn’t over.
As the champions leave up the ramp, the challengers remain in the ring, standing tall despite the loss.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“They may not have won the gold, but British Hospitality showed the heart of champions tonight.”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“And if I know Harry and Alexander… this isn’t the last time they’ll challenge for those belts.”
The camera lingers on the image of the Dogs of War holding their titles high atop the stage, while British Hospitality stand proud in the ring, earning the respect of the Dynasty faithful.
Fade out.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the interview zone, where William Smith stands with a mic in hand, looking tense. Beside him looms the imposing, sculpted figure of the DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson, dressed in his signature black gear, the championship belt draped confidently over his shoulder.
📺 William Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from our main event here at Original Sinners—a triple threat match for the DW Heavyweight Championship—and I’m standing by with the man who’s held that title longer than anyone in recent memory… Angelo Anderson.”
Anderson stares at William with a look of smug disdain, rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles slowly as if waiting for the right moment to explode.
📺 William Smith:
“Angelo, tonight you defend your title against Bjorn Asulf and Eero Koshkinen, two of the most physically dominant forces in Dynasty Wrestling. Your thoughts heading into this massive challenge?”
Angelo raises the mic from William’s hand, staring down the lens of the camera with a cold, commanding glare.
Angelo Anderson:
“Let me make one thing crystal clear—I am not afraid of giants. I break giants.”
He slaps the faceplate of the DW Heavyweight Title for emphasis.
Angelo Anderson:
“Bjorn Asulf? Eero Koshkinen? Big, strong, scary men… sure. But neither of them have what I have. I’ve got the discipline. I’ve got the rage. And I’ve got the gold. You don’t hold onto this championship unless you’re the baddest man walking.”
The crowd in the arena can be heard reacting through the feed—some boos, some cheers, but all focused.
Angelo Anderson:
“I’ve already dropped Bjorn before, and Eero? He couldn’t beat him either. Tonight, I walk in with the belt—and I walk out with the same thing. Because no matter how hard they hit—Unbreakable don’t crack.”
He pauses, but then leans in slightly, his voice growing darker.
Angelo Anderson:
“Now I’ve heard the whispers tonight. Jonathan Sullivan… Rhys Morgan… boys looking real proud of themselves, flashing signals around their waists, talkin’ like they’re next in line.”
He sneers, eyes burning with arrogant confidence.
Angelo Anderson:
“Let me tell both of them something. I don’t care if you’ve got a Welsh flag, a million-dollar vocabulary, or a legacy to chase. You step up to my throne, you get put down just like the rest.”
Anderson lifts the title high, tilting his chin up as he stares into the lens one last time.
Angelo Anderson:
“I am the foundation of Dynasty. The past, the present, the future. And as long as I draw breath—this championship? Stays right here.”
He storms off without another word, leaving William Smith standing silently, nodding with unease.
📺 William Smith:
“There you have it. Strong words from a dominant champion… but will Angelo Anderson remain Unbreakable by the end of tonight?”
Fade to black as we head toward the main event.
DW Heavyweight Championship – Triple Threat Match
Angelo Anderson (c) vs. Eero Koshkinen vs. Bjorn Asulf
Ringside
The bell has sounded. The war is over.
Inside the ring, “Unbreakable” Angelo Anderson stands tall—bloodied, bruised, but victorious. The DW Heavyweight Championship is clutched in both hands as he drops to one knee, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his face. The bodies of Bjorn Asulf and Eero Koshkinen lie motionless on the outside after a chaotic triple threat main event.
The crowd in the Stratford Arena erupts… not in cheers, but in a chorus of boos.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“He’s done it again, Eddie! Somehow… some how… Angelo Anderson survives the storm and walks out of Original Sinners still the DW Heavyweight Champion!”
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“Survives? The man thrived in it! He took two monsters to the limit and walked out with the gold still in his grasp. You can hate the man, but you can’t deny what he is.”
Fireworks explode over the Stratford Arena. Gold and red pyrotechnics rain from the rafters as Anderson climbs the turnbuckle and lifts the title high above his head. He yells into the sky, veins bulging, as the crowd rains jeers on him like a storm of defiance.
Then—suddenly—the music cuts.
The camera swings to the stage… where, standing silently beneath the titantron in his long black coat, is ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield.
The crowd gasps. Thornfield just stands there—stoic, unreadable, eyes locked directly on Angelo Anderson in the ring.
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Wait a minute… that’s Cedric Thornfield! We haven’t seen him since he and Sullivan fell short in the tag team match weeks ago—but look at him now. That’s not the look of a man interested in friendship. That’s a challenge.”
Angelo Anderson lowers the belt slightly, his breathing still heavy, but his eyes narrow as he notices the silent threat at the top of the ramp. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t speak. He simply raises the title again… in response.
Cedric Thornfield gives the faintest nod. Nothing more. Then he slowly turns and walks back through the curtain, leaving nothing but anticipation in his wake.
🎙️ Eddie Bates:
“First Jonathan Sullivan. Then Rhys Morgan. And now Cedric Thornfield? There’s a queue forming, and they all want the same thing—Angelo Anderson’s title.”
🎙️ Steve Pringle:
“Dynasty Wrestling’s oldest tradition continues tonight—where one chapter ends, another begins. Angelo Anderson leaves Original Sinners with the belt, but the vultures are circling…”
The camera fades on the image of Angelo in the center of the ring, defiant, drenched in sweat and gold… surrounded by fireworks and boos.
[Fade to black.]
[© Dynasty Wrestling // Sanctioned Violence Network]
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