DW Titans 2025
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 The Stratford Arena, London, England
📆 15th September 2025
Smoke, lit by strobing red and blue lights, billows out from the entrance tunnel of the Stratford Arena. The gigantic LED screens flash chaotic images of the combatants for tonight’s card before settling on the Dynasty Wrestling logo. The crowd in London is absolutely molten, a sea of noise and anticipation that echoes throughout the state-of-the-art venue.
GRAPHIC: A rapid-fire sequence of intense match clips flashes across the screen. The devastating Unbroken powerbomb from Angelo Anderson as he glares over his latest victim. The aerial artistry of Cedric Thornfield hitting the Raven Dive over the top rope. The Caledonian Crushers’ Kyle McRae and Angus Blackhart brutally assaulting opponents. Callum McLeod soaring through the air for a Caledonian Cutter. The sheer, intimidating size of Eero Koshinen and the furious brawling of Bjorn Asulf.
The official theme song for DW Titans 2025 blasts through the sound system, intensifying the atmosphere.
STEVE PRINGLE (Commentator): Welcome, everyone, to a night where legends are forged and dynasties are built! We are live from the sold-out Stratford Arena in London, England, and this is Dynasty Wrestling Titans 2025! Tonight, we bear witness to the biggest battles of the year, culminating in the clash for the most prestigious prize in our industry, the DW Heavyweight Championship!
EDDIE BATES (Commentator): A huge welcome from me as well, folks, and let me tell you, there is tension in the air you could cut with a butter knife! Tonight, we have scores to settle, gold to defend, and legacies to claim. I’m telling you, Pringle, tonight is going to be utter chaos, and I can’t wait for the rule-breaking to begin!
STEVE PRINGLE: Hold your horses, Eddie. Dynasty Wrestling is about integrity and the pursuit of excellence! But yes, tonight is explosive. We kick off with our Tag Team Champions, the Dogs of War, putting the DW UK Tag Team Championships on the line against the formidable and popular British Hospitality! That’s two behemoths of a team going head-to-head, and frankly, I fear for the referee, Jerry Law, in that contest!
EDDIE BATES: You should be fearing for the challengers, Steve. The Dogs of War, led by the cunning James Shepherd, are ruthless submission specialists! And speaking of ruthlessness, look at the sheer destruction on this card! Eero Koshinen, the ‘Colossus of Finland’, squaring off against ‘The Norse Nightmare’ Bjorn Asulf in a battle of European heavyweights! That ring may not survive, Pringle!
STEVE PRINGLE: Then we have the ultimate battle of pride and athleticism! The celebrated London native, Jonathan Sullivan, standing up to the brash, controversial veteran, Jet. Sullivan is looking to prove he’s still the Lionheart of this company!
EDDIE BATES: And let’s not forget the emotional battle for the DW UK Championship, as the high-flying fan favourite Callum McLeod defends against the ‘Pretty Boy’ Oliver Harrington. McLeod wants to fly, but Harrington just wants to look good doing whatever it takes to win!
STEVE PRINGLE: Finally, the match that has this entire crowd on its feet! Angelo Anderson, the ‘Unbreakable’ Dynasty Destroyer, defends the DW Heavyweight Championship against the mysterious and beloved ‘Black Raven,’ Cedric Thornfield! The most dominant champion we’ve ever seen against the silent, technical assassin!
EDDIE BATES: Anderson is cold, focused, and dominant, and I believe he is Dynasty, as he claims. But Thornfield represents the heart of London wrestling! Tonight, we find out if the heart can finally shatter the unbreakable! It is time, folks! Titans 2025 starts right now!
GRAPHIC: The screen shows the event logo one last time as the music swells. FADE TO BLACK.
DW UK Tag Team Championship Match
Dogs of War (c) vs. British Hospitality
The arena lights dim as a dark, foreboding metal track begins to play—”A Vicious Breed”. A collective roar of boos rains down from the London crowd.
The first to emerge onto the ramp is their manager, James Shepherd, immaculate in a three-piece suit, a stern, serious look on his face. He immediately begins to berate the audience, his voice a venomous presence. Following him are the Dogs of War, Nate McKenzie and Jack O’Connor. Both wear their matching black and red gear, dominated by the dingo logo on their trunks. They carry the DW UK Tag Team Championships over their shoulders, symbols of their vicious and ruthless reign.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Here are the champions, the Dogs of War, a truly despicable pair of Australian Assailants. They are all business, and right now, that business is ruling our Tag Team division.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Ruling, Pringle? More like ruining! Look at the arrogance on James Shepherd. He’s the reason they’re even champions, constantly manipulating the rules and the referee!”
McKenzie and O’Connor step into the ring, their movements cold and deliberate. They look down on the championship challengers with a menacing glare.
The sound of electric guitar riffs cuts through the boos, signaling a change in atmosphere. “A Right Good Fight” erupts through the speakers, and the Stratford Arena comes alive with cheers.
British Hospitality, Harry Black and Alexander Hate, sprint onto the ramp. They are London’s own, wearing matching black and white gear emblazoned with the Union Jack. They high-five every fan they can reach, their smiles infectious as they head for the ring.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Now that’s what professional wrestling is all about! The fan favourites, British Hospitality, ready to bring those titles home! I’ve been calling for this title change for months!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “They are certainly beloved, Eddie. But popularity doesn’t win championships. They’re up against the Dogs of War—two powerful, methodical submission experts who operate with ruthless efficiency. They’ll need more than the fans’ cheers tonight.”
The bell rings, and the match officially starts with Harry Black against Nate McKenzie. The crowd is electric, chanting, “BEEF-EATERS! BEEF-EATERS!”.
McKenzie immediately dives for a leg, showcasing his submission expertise. Black stuffs the attempt, dropping his weight and shoving McKenzie into the corner with raw power. Black unleashes a rapid-fire Royal Assault, punching and stomping a dazed McKenzie, forcing a clean break from Head Official Jerry Law.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Black wasting no time, firing up the brawler in him! That’s how you counter a submission specialist—keep the action fast and high-impact.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “That’s the difference, Pringle! They are fighting with passion! That relentless brawling is exactly what those Aussie Assailants don’t want!”
The momentum shifts violently as McKenzie ducks a clothesline and tags in Jack O’Connor. O’Connor, the powerful submission specialist , charges with an Outback Backbreaker, dropping Black hard across his knee! O’Connor drags the downed Black to his corner and systematically begins to work over his back with stomps and a brutal Bear Hug.
For the next several minutes, the Dogs of War employ classic tag team heel psychology, making quick, cutting tags and keeping Black isolated in their corner. O’Connor holds Black in the Bear Hug just long enough to wear him down, then tags McKenzie in for a quick series of joint-manipulation moves. Every time the referee’s back is turned, James Shepherd gets involved, shouting advice and even grabbing Black’s boot to slow a crucial tag attempt.
Black finally finds a window after a failed Aussie Ankle Lock attempt. He rolls out of the submission, shoves McKenzie off, and makes a diving hot tag to Alexander Hate!
The crowd explodes as Hate enters the ring like a whirlwind, full of new energy. He floors O’Connor with a Scottish Slam and immediately counters a desperate punch from McKenzie into a deep London Lock. Hate applies the painful Figure-Four Leglock right in the center of the ring!
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “The momentum is completely shifted! Alexander Hate is known for his technical prowess, and he’s isolating the submission expert in his own game!”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Bend a limb, win a match! That’s wrestling 101, Pringle! McKenzie is in agony! He’s tapping! He has to tap!”
O’Connor scrambles back into the ring, but Hate anticipates him, delivering a crushing Double Drop. Before Hate can re-apply the submission, O’Connor gets to his feet and grabs Hate from behind, hoisting him up for their double-team maneuver.
Black attempts to save his partner but is intercepted at the last second by James Shepherd, who blindsides him with a distraction on the apron! With the referee distracted, the Dogs of War connect with their Tag Team Finisher: O’Connor lifts Hate high into a powerbomb position, and McKenzie dives off the top rope, hitting the Crocodile Clutch—a brutal rear-naked choke and ankle lock combo to force the submission!
The referee turns around just as Hate taps out, unable to withstand the dual pressure of the submission assault.
The bell rings.
The Dogs of War defeat British Hospitality to retain the DW UK Tag Team Championships.
James Shepherd slips into the ring, snatching the belts and draping them over the shoulders of his vicious clients. The Dogs of War stand tall, their faces stone cold.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “And there it is! They survive by doing what they do best: applying those devastating submission holds, the Crocodile Clutch, to retain their championships! Flawless execution from the champions.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Flawless?! That was pure, unadulterated cheating, Pringle! Shepherd was all over this match! British Hospitality got screwed! It’s an absolute travesty! The Dogs of War may have the belts, but they have no honor!”
The boos are deafening as the trio leaves the ring , Shepherd walking backward up the ramp and mockingly raising the titles high above his head. Meanwhile, Harry Black helps a clearly distraught Alexander Hate to his feet, consoling him as the crowd gives the challengers a respectful ovation. The Dogs of War’s reign of terror continues.
Backstage
William Smith: “Welcome back to Titans. My guest at this time is a man who has taken the entire division by storm, the popular powerhouse, Jonathan Sullivan.”
Smith pivots to face Sullivan, who stands towering and focused, the backstage lights reflecting off his intensity.
William Smith: “Jonathan, tonight is the biggest night of your professional career. You step into the ring against a DW icon, a living legend, the great Jet. The pressure, the eyes of the world… how are you truly preparing for this monumental task?”
Jonathan Sullivan: (Nodding slowly, his voice deep and measured) “William, let me tell you something. When I started in this business, I had a list of names. A list of guys I had to stand across the ring from to prove I belong, to prove I’m worthy of this spotlight. Jet was always number one.”
Jonathan Sullivan: “He is the yardstick. He is the standard. He is everything good and pure about Dynasty Wrestling. He’s done things that guys like me can only dream of… and that is precisely why tonight, I have to beat him. This is my measuring stick.”
William Smith: “That’s a powerful statement, Jonathan. But Jet has faced the best this industry has ever produced. He knows every counter, every trick in the book. Are you concerned that all that youthful exuberance… all that power… might not be enough against decades of ring experience?”
Sullivan takes a slow breath, his jaw clenching, and looks straight into the hard camera.
Jonathan Sullivan: “Experience is the best teacher, absolutely. But what Jet hasn’t experienced is me. He hasn’t felt the power of a man who hasn’t eaten in a week—a man who is absolutely starving for a taste of the main event and the DW Heavyweight Championship picture.”
Jonathan Sullivan: “Tonight isn’t about disrespecting the past. Tonight is about making my future. Jet might be a legend, but I am the Tidal Wave coming to wash that legacy away and make room for my own! I respect him, William, but when that bell rings, respect ends, and the fight begins.”
Sullivan steps closer to the camera, his massive hands forming fists at his sides.
Jonathan Sullivan: “Jet is going to hit me with everything he has. He’s going to try and out-wrestle me, out-think me, out-last me. But when I pick him up, William, and I drive him into that mat with the Sullivan Driver… he’s going to realize that sometimes, the future is just too damn strong for the past.”
William Smith: “An absolutely electrifying declaration from Jonathan Sullivan! A massive test awaits him. Back to the commentary table, gentlemen!”
Sullivan stares intensely down the camera lens for a beat, his expression a mix of respect and ruthless focus, before the shot fades away.
Single Match
Jonathan Sullivan vs. Jet
The lights in the arena switch to a hazy, psychedelic glow as “Walk” by Pantera echoes through the Stratfield Arena. The roof nearly blows off the building!
Emerging through the curtain, the legendary Jet saunters out, wearing his iconic, relaxed denim shorts and a colourful, airbrushed singlet. He hits a double thumbs-up pose on the ramp, the crowd roaring in appreciation for the man who built the foundation of Dynasty Wrestling. He bounces on the balls of his feet, radiating a unique, almost effortless energy.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “The man who helped put DW on the map in the early 2000s! Jet looks rejuvenated, focused, and ready to prove that legends never die.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “This is a moment, Pringle. This is history! You feel that energy? The fans want to see the vintage Jet, the man who was One of a Kind!“
Jet executes a playful roll into the ring, soaking in the massive ovation before nodding respectfully to Head Official Jerry Law.
The stadium goes dark for a moment before an industrial, rhythmic beat hits—“Iron Will.” The sound is heavy, deliberate, and undeniably powerful. Jonathan Sullivan strides onto the ramp. The applause is significant, but it has a different tone—a sound of anticipation for the future. Sullivan is all business. No smiling, no high-fives; just a stern, clean-cut British athlete with a singular goal etched on his face.
He carries his clean-cut, powerful physique with a dominating presence, his eyes locked on Jet. This is not a fan meeting his idol; this is a challenge.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Here is the future, or so he hopes. Jonathan Sullivan, the powerhouse who has shocked everyone with his rapid ascent. But he has never faced a puzzle quite like Jet.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Look at Sullivan’s intensity! He’s not intimidated, Pringle. He’s hungry! He sees Jet as an obstacle, not an idol.”
The bell rings, and the two men meet in the centre. The crowd is deafeningly split. Jet offers a handshake, which Sullivan accepts, but Sullivan grips him tight and pulls him close for an intense staredown.
Jet starts with speed, ducking under a slow clothesline and delivering a rapid Spinning Heel Kick that snaps Sullivan’s head back! Jet follows up with a lightning-quick Springboard Moonsault off the second rope! Sullivan catches Jet in mid-air, but he doesn’t drop him!
The powerhouse Jonathan Sullivan holds the legendary Jet suspended for a shocking three seconds in a show of overwhelming, raw strength! The crowd noise drops, replaced by gasps. Sullivan then simply Gorilla Press Slams the legend down to the mat with a sickening thud!
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Oh my goodness! Sullivan just answered Jet’s agility with pure power! He made the former champion look like a ragdoll!”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Jet hit him with his best shot, and Sullivan just swallowed it! This is not the match anyone predicted!”
Sullivan does not let up. He is ruthless, immediately scooping up Jet and driving him into the corner with a series of brutal, short-range Shoulder Blocks. He backs off, charges, and connects with a massive Running Clothesline that turns Jet inside out!
Jet, desperate to create space, rolls to the apron. He sets up for his signature Rolling Thunder Senton from the apron, but before he can leap, Sullivan steps through the ropes and intercepts him! Sullivan catches him in a Bear Hug on the apron, brutally squeezing the air from the legend’s lungs!
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “That ring awareness from Sullivan is incredible! He’s nullifying every one of Jet’s signature sequences with simple, overwhelming strength. He is not allowing Jet to breathe or use the ropes for leverage!”
Sullivan suplexes Jet back into the ring, holds the bridge, and transitions immediately into a punishing Release German Suplex! Jet lands hard on his shoulder. Sullivan hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!—Jet kicks out!
Sullivan shows a flash of frustration, running his hand over his close-cut hair. He drags Jet up, but Jet uses instinct, catching Sullivan with a desperation Crescent Kick that buys him a precious moment.
Jet scrambles to the top turnbuckle, looking for the finisher that won him the DW Heavyweight Championship years ago: the 90 Degree Leg Drop!
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “He’s going for it! The final blow! He’s gotta hit this to win!”
Jet leaps high into the air, a picture of athleticism… but Sullivan is already standing! Sullivan takes a half-step forward and catches Jet flush with a mid-air European Uppercut! Jet crashes to the mat, hitting the canvas with zero impact on Sullivan.
Sullivan roars, the noise primal and focused. He hooks Jet, hauling his weakened body over his shoulder in the Fireman’s Carry.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “This is it! The end is nigh! The finisher!”
Sullivan spins and plants the veteran deep into the mat with the devastating, career-making Sullivan Driver! It is perfectly executed, driving the air from Jet’s body. Sullivan covers him instantly, hooking both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings! The arena erupts, a sound of shock and awe, not just cheering. Jonathan Sullivan defeats Jet!
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “He did it! He actually did it! Jonathan Sullivan has just retired a legend and ushered in his own era with one single, devastating move! I cannot believe what I just witnessed!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Forget the future, Eddie. The future is now. Sullivan dominated a legend and finished him clean in the centre of the ring. This was a statement. This was a changing of the guard, and the main event scene in Dynasty Wrestling just got a whole lot more dangerous!”
Sullivan stands over the defeated icon, but instead of gloating, he offers a respectful gesture. He helps a dazed, heartbroken Jet to his feet and raises the legend’s hand. Jet looks at Sullivan, nods slowly in recognition of the younger man’s overwhelming performance, and quietly exits the ring, leaving the new powerhouse alone to soak in the new reality of the DW landscape. Jonathan Sullivan is officially here.
Backstage
William Smith: “Welcome back to the Titans pay-per-view, and joining me now is a man who exudes confidence, Oliver Harrington, ‘The Essex Pretty Boy.’ Oliver, later tonight, you challenge Callum McLeod for the DW UK Championship. That title is often called the stepping stone to the main event. What does this championship mean to you?”
Oliver Harrington: (Adjusting the collar of his expensive silk jacket, a smirk playing on his lips) “William, please. That title is my birthright. And let’s get something straight: it’s not a ‘stepping stone’ when I hold it. It’s the destination. It’s the most prestigious championship in the entire company, because I will be holding it.”
William Smith: “McLeod is the champion, Oliver, and he has a reputation for being one of the toughest, most resilient wrestlers on the roster. He doesn’t go down easy, and he certainly doesn’t respect the kind of… flash… you bring to the ring.”
Oliver Harrington: (Letting out a soft, condescending chuckle) “McLeod is a scruffy peasant who relies on ‘toughness’ and ‘resilience’ because he lacks my talent, my look, and frankly, my intelligence. He’s a brawler, William. I am a master craftsman. He wants to drag me into a street fight? Fine. I’ll look damn good doing it, and I’ll outsmart him the moment he starts swinging wildly.”
Oliver Harrington: “The DW UK Championship is about potential. And nobody in this company has more potential than the man standing right here. McLeod had his moment, he had his little run. But tonight, that fairytale ends. Tonight, ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ becomes Champion, and I will finally get the recognition—and the gold—that I so richly deserve.”
William Smith: “A bold promise, Oliver. The DW UK Championship is on the line later tonight when Oliver Harrington challenges Callum McLeod! Don’t go anywhere!”
Harrington flashes a dazzling, arrogant smile directly into the camera, tilting his head slightly as the feed cuts away.
Tag Team Match
The Cursed vs. The Sovereign
The atmosphere shifts to one of chilling dread as a dark, foreboding metal track hits—“A Vicious Breed.” The lights dim to a cold blue, and out step The Cursed: Kane ‘The Kelt’ O’Malley and Lorcan ‘The Ghost’ Murphy. Both men wear matching black and red gear with the crow logo, their faces set in determined, ruthless masks. They stride toward the ring with an intimidating, predatory focus.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Here they are, The Cursed, the Irish brawlers who have brought their hard-hitting, brutal style across the Irish Sea. They don’t look for a win; they look to inflict pain.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “I don’t trust either one of them, Pringle! O’Malley and Murphy are all muscle and menace. They’ve been nothing but trouble since they arrived.”
The crowd explodes as the opening chords of an upbeat, guitar-driven track, “Rule Britannia,” blare through the speakers. The Sovereign, Ben Noble and Kandi Sparks, sprint down the ramp, their energy a stark contrast to their opponents. Noble, the powerful brawler, and Sparks, the athletic technician, high-five the front row, embodying the spirit of English wrestling.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Now that’s what I want to see! The Sovereign—Noble and Sparks—a proper British team ready to stand up to these two mercenaries!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Popularity aside, The Sovereign is facing their toughest test yet. The Cursed are disciplined and ruthless. Noble and Sparks will need to match that intensity, not just rely on the crowd.”
The bell rings, and the match begins with Ben Noble locking up with Kane O’Malley. It’s an immediate power struggle, with O’Malley using his weight to drive Noble into the turnbuckle before unleashing a rapid Dublin Drive—a series of clotheslines that rock the English brawler.
O’Malley immediately tags Lorcan Murphy, who uses his lean speed to strike. Murphy grabs a grounded Noble and begins to apply a painful Crossface, wrenching Noble’s neck in the center of the ring.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Murphy is living up to the ‘Ghost’ moniker. He’s quick, appearing out of nowhere to apply a submission. They are working Noble’s neck and spine, limiting his powerful strikes.”
Noble fights up, showing great heart, and manages to shove Murphy off. He makes a diving hot tag to Kandi Sparks!
Sparks enters like a cannonball, dodging a charging Murphy and delivering a devastating Spear that folds Murphy in half! Sparks follows up with a series of quick, athletic strikes before hoisting the heavier Murphy onto his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry Slam!
Sparks covers! ONE! TWO!—O’Malley rushes in and breaks up the count!
The match descends into chaos. Noble rushes O’Malley, and the two heavyweights begin brawling wildly in the corner. Sparks and Murphy continue their technical exchange, with Sparks setting up for his patented London Bridge—a beautiful elevated bridging German Suplex.
Just as Sparks is about to execute the move, O’Malley, recovering quickly from his brawl with Noble, rushes to the outside and shoves Jerry Law, the Head Official, into the ring post! Law immediately clutches his shoulder, writhing in pain.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “That dirty lowlife O’Malley just took out the referee! That’s disgusting! He knew he was their only chance!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “No official, no rules! This is exactly the kind of opportunism The Cursed thrives on!”
With Law incapacitated on the outside, The Cursed isolate Kandi Sparks. Noble tries to make the save, but O’Malley connects with a thunderous Battering Ram clothesline, sending Noble staggering to the floor outside.
The Cursed then execute their signature tag team finisher: The Double Drop. Murphy sets up a double-team suplex, and O’Malley grabs Sparks’ legs, dropping the popular Englishman head-first with sickening impact.
Murphy quickly rolls Sparks into the center of the ring and, seeing the downed official, signals to O’Malley. O’Malley, the heel veteran, slides back into the ring and lifts Sparks’ boot, holding it down as Murphy makes the cover!
Murphy hooks the leg and O’Malley presses down on the boot, holding Sparks flat as a groggy Jerry Law drags himself into the ring to make the count, oblivious to the illegal help.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The Cursed defeat The Sovereign by pinfall.
The boos are deafening as Kane O’Malley quickly releases the boot and slides out of the ring, helping Lorcan Murphycelebrate. The two heels share a grim high-five, their faces showing nothing but cold satisfaction as they walk up the ramp.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “That was a fix! An absolute disgrace! O’Malley was holding his foot down! Jerry Law was out of position, and these two Irish vultures just stole a victory right out from under the noses of The Sovereign!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Say what you will, Eddie, but The Cursed are smart. They took out the official, they exploited the chaos, and they secured the pinfall. It’s cheap, it’s nasty, but it’s a win. The Cursed continue their rise in the DW Tag Team ranks with a decisive, if questionable, victory.”
Ben Noble slides into the ring to check on his partner, Kandi Sparks, shaking his head in disgust at the blatant cheating. The Cursed look back from the top of the ramp, their crow logo mocking the defeated heroes.
Backstage
The camera tracks William Smith as he walks quickly down a dimly lit corridor backstage. He stops outside a door marked with the small, faded DW logo, labeled “Jet.” The sounds of frantic activity—shattering glass and the violent thud of heavy objects—are audible from inside.
Smith knocks tentatively on the door.
William Smith: (Speaking with caution, his microphone held close) “Jet? It’s William Smith. I know this is a tough moment, but the fans, everyone watching, they just want to know your thoughts after that match with Jonathan Sullivan. Can I just get a word?”
The noise inside stops abruptly. There is a tense silence, punctuated only by heavy, ragged breathing.
Suddenly, the door flies open and slams against the wall. Jet stands in the doorway, his gear slightly torn, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. His eyes are wide, furious, and filled with a potent mix of disappointment and rage. He is breathing hard, clearly exhausted and mentally unravelled.
William Smith: (Stepping back slightly) “Jet, I—”
Jet: (Cutting him off, his voice a low, gravelly growl, trembling with contained anger) “Thoughts? You want my thoughts, William?”
Jet points a trembling finger toward the ring.
Jet: “My thought is that I looked across the ring tonight and saw a kid who was hungry. I saw a kid with potential. And my thought is that I let him make a fool out of me! Twenty years! I’ve been away for twenty years, and the first time I step back into a Dynasty Wrestling ring, I get outclassed!”
He glances back into the room, where the wreckage of a chair and a shattered mirror is visible.
Jet: “I didn’t just lose. I got dominated. He used my own speed against me. He cut me off. He hit me with his best shot, and I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t do anything!”
He steps closer to Smith, intimidating the interviewer with his intensity.
Jet: “Go tell everyone that the legend, the icon, the One of a Kind Jet… just learned he’s not one of a kind anymore! Go tell them that I’m weak, I’m old, and I’m not good enough!”
William Smith: “Jet, that’s not what anyone is saying. You went toe-to-toe—”
Jet: (Shaking his head vehemently) “Don’t sugarcoat it, William! I came back to prove I still had it. I came back to the place I helped build! And tonight, I proved I don’t belong here anymore.”
Jet shoves his palm against the doorframe, leaning his forehead against it, his moment of fury giving way to bitter exhaustion.
Jet: (A defeated whisper) “Just… go. I don’t need the pity. I need to be alone.”
He steps back, slams the door shut with finality, and the loud, echoing thud is the only sound left in the corridor. Smith stares at the closed door, shaking his head sadly before turning back to the camera.
William Smith: “A heartbreaking moment here backstage for a legend of our sport. Jet is clearly taking this loss to Jonathan Sullivan incredibly hard. Back to the action at ringside.”
The camera slowly pulls away from the locked door.
DW UK Championship Match
Callum McLeod (c) vs. Oliver Harrington
The Stratford Arena is bathed in a sea of tartan and blue lights as “The Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond” fills the stadium. A roar of approval meets the entrance of the reigning champion, Callum McLeod. The Scottish warrior, wearing his signature kilt-inspired gear, carries the DW UK Championship with pride. He is rugged, intense, and ready for a fight, acknowledging the fans with a salute.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “The fighting champion, Callum McLeod! He defends the DW UK Championship tonight against a man whose arrogance rivals his talent, Oliver Harrington.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “The pride of Scotland, Pringle! McLeod holds the championship with honour, and he’s going to make that Essex Pretty Boy fight for every inch of that gold!”
The lights suddenly flash to bright, sterile white, and a generic, poppy dance track, “Flawless,” hits the speakers. The crowd immediately descends into a cacophony of boos. Oliver Harrington, ‘The Essex Pretty Boy,’ steps out, meticulously adjusting his bespoke ring attire. He has a smug, superior look on his face, gesturing disdainfully to the less-than-immaculate fans.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “And here is the challenger, Oliver Harrington. He might rub people the wrong way, but he is fundamentally sound, a brilliant technical wrestler, and he is laser-focused on acquiring that title.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “I hope McLeod wipes that smug grin off his face! Harrington thinks he’s above the people, above the title—he thinks he’s better than everyone!”
The bell rings, and Harrington immediately refuses to lock up. He circles McLeod, adjusting his hair, showcasing his contempt. McLeod, the grizzled brawler, responds by rushing Harrington and driving him into the corner with a series of heavy shoulder thrusts.
McLeod attempts to follow up with the Tartan Tornado—a spinning heel kick—but Harrington ducks low and trips the champion, instantly going for a quick pin with his feet on the ropes! Head Official Jerry Law catches the illegal maneuver and forces the break, chastising the challenger.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Harrington immediately resorting to his cheating ways! But he proves a point: he’s faster than McLeod expected.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Dirty, dirty play from the Pretty Boy! He’s not trying to out-wrestle him; he’s trying to cut corners!”
The pace slows as Harrington gains control. He becomes clinical, using his technical precision to target McLeod’s left knee with sharp elbow drops and a nasty Snap Dragon—a quick-release Dragon Screw leg whip. Harrington then grounds the action, applying a painful Knee Bar, wearing down the champion’s base.
McLeod, showing his immense resilience, struggles to the ropes, dragging himself inch by agonizing inch to force the break. Harrington doesn’t let go until the absolute last second, rubbing salt into the champion’s wound.
The match turns into a struggle of power vs. precision. McLeod finally fires up after a desperate Glasgow Kiss(headbutt) that stuns Harrington! The crowd is on its feet! McLeod hits a Loch Ness Slam—a powerful Olympic Slam—and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!—Harrington kicks out!
Both men are spent. McLeod drags Harrington to his feet, intent on finishing him with the Scottish Destroyer (a modified DDT). But Harrington, utilizing his sharp ring awareness, reverses the lift into a devastating Harrington Hip Toss, launching McLeod across the ring.
Harrington capitalizes instantly, locking McLeod in the Essex Exit—a debilitating Triangle Choke submission! McLeod is fading, his eyes wide in panic! He struggles, refusing to quit, trying to use his raw strength to lift the challenger.
McLeod manages to stand, Harrington still clinging to the choke, but the champion’s injured knee gives out! They both collapse to the mat, giving McLeod just enough time to roll out of the choke.
As both men struggle to their feet, Harrington, seeing his chance slip away, does the unthinkable. He removes the protective padding from the top turnbuckle!
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Look at this! Harrington has exposed the steel! Law is distracted trying to argue with him!”
While Law turns his back on the open steel, Harrington shoves the champion toward the exposed turnbuckle. McLeod manages to stop himself just short of hitting the steel. He turns back to Harrington, furious.
However, the distraction served its purpose. As McLeod turns, Harrington catches him with a low blow—a swift, sneaky kick to the champion’s groin—while Law is still focused on the turnbuckle!
McLeod collapses, clutching his championship jewels. Harrington, the opportunist, immediately follows up, hoisting the champion onto his shoulders and delivering the final, crushing blow: the London Calling—a devastating cradle piledriver!
Harrington hooks the leg, covering the unconscious McLeod.
Law turns, slides down, and makes the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Oliver Harrington defeats Callum McLeod to regain the DW UK Championship!
The arena erupts in angry boos, drowning out the sudden swell of Harrington’s entrance music. Eddie Bates is spitting mad at the commentary table.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Are you kidding me?! A low blow! An exposed turnbuckle! That’s not a win, Pringle! That’s criminal! Oliver Harrington is a disgrace to that championship!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “It was certainly controversial, Eddie, but the three-count stands! The record book will forever show that ‘The Essex Pretty Boy’ is now the new DW UK Champion! He is arrogant, he is smug, and tonight, he proved he is willing to do whatever it takes to win!”
Harrington snatches the championship belt from Law, ignoring the official’s silent disapproval. He holds the championship aloft, a look of pure, unadulterated vanity on his face, basking in the wave of hatred from the crowd. He drops the belt, pulls out a mirror from his trunks, and carefully checks his reflection, then drapes the gold over his shoulder. The reign of The Essex Pretty Boy has begun.
Single Match
Eero Koskinen vs. Bjorn Asulf
The air turns icy as the booming, rhythmic sound of heavy war drums and horns begins—“Northern Fury.” A collective hum of anticipation spreads through the arena as Eero Koskinen, ‘The Finnish Giant,’ makes his entrance. The massive Finn strides out, a powerful, stoic figure wearing simple, practical black gear. He stares down the ramp with a focused,almost frightening intensity.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “This is a clash of titans, folks! Eero Koskinen is a true Nordic powerhouse, built like a brick outhouse, and he is a fan favourite for a reason. He hits harder than anyone in this company.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “The man is a machine! He’s all about raw strength and honor. He’s going to need every ounce of that strength against his opponent.”
The drumming is suddenly cut short by a grating, industrial synth melody—“Cold Blood.” The crowd erupts in a mix of loud boos and jeers as Bjorn Asulf, ‘The Viking,’ emerges. The Norwegian heel is arrogant, flexing for the audience and sneering at their disapproval. He wears ornate, fur-trimmed gear, emphasizing his ‘Viking’ persona, and strides to the ring with palpable hostility.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “And here’s the absolute menace, Bjorn Asulf. The Norwegian brawler is a bitter, cheating thorn in the side of this division. He is massive, but he fights dirty!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Asulf is immensely strong, Eddie, and he is ruthless. He doesn’t play by the rules, and in a high-stakes encounter like this, that lack of conscience often pays dividends.”
The bell rings, and the two giants meet in the center of the ring, a wall of muscle on either side. They immediately engage in a ferocious Test of Strength, neither man giving an inch. The sound of their forearms grinding together echoes through the building.
Eero Koskinen slowly gains the advantage, using his superior lower body strength to drive Bjorn Asulf down to his knees. Asulf, furious and desperate, rakes his fingernails across Koskinen’s face, forcing Head Official Jerry Law to step in.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “A low-down move by Asulf! He was getting overpowered, so he resorts to cheating to escape the pressure.”
Asulf takes control, unleashing a series of brutal, stiff Axe Handle Smashes across Koskinen’s back. He then attempts to deliver his signature Viking Piledriver, but the weight of Koskinen is too much. The Finn drives Asulf back into the corner, reversing the momentum with a powerful Finnish Forearm that nearly takes Asulf’s head off!
Koskinen begins a methodical offensive: a massive Spinebuster that shakes the ring, followed by the Midnight Sun—a debilitating backbreaker over his knee. Koskinen covers him! ONE! TWO!—Asulf kicks out!
The match has become a brutal, hard-hitting exchange. Koskinen sets up for his finisher, the Tundra Toss (a huge Release Powerbomb), but Asulf desperately grabs the top rope! The two men grapple near the corner.
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Koskinen has him! This could be the end! The Tundra Toss is devastating!”
Asulf fights out of the grip and, sensing defeat, resorts to his most ruthless tactic. He distracts the referee by shouting across the ring about a loose turnbuckle. While Law turns to check the equipment, Asulf reaches down to his boot and pulls out a small, heavy metal chain!
Koskinen charges for a clothesline, and Asulf subtly wraps the chain around his fist! He catches Koskinen with a devastating, chain-assisted Black Metal Uppercut!
Koskinen collapses to the mat like a felled giant, clutching his jaw. Asulf quickly throws the chain under the ring, just as Law turns back around, having missed the entire exchange.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Did you see that?! Asulf hit him with something! Law didn’t see it, but I know what I saw!”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “That cheating weasel! He’s using foreign objects! Koskinen is out cold!”
Asulf quickly capitalizes, hauling the dead weight of Koskinen onto his shoulder, connecting with the Viking Piledriver!The impact is bone-jarring. Asulf hooks the leg for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bjorn Asulf defeats Eero Koskinen by pinfall.
The crowd rains down boos as the victory is announced. Asulf quickly grabs his fur vest from the corner, arrogant and victorious.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “It is a win, but it is a tainted win. Bjorn Asulf cheated his way to victory, proving he is a man without honour. Koskinen was dominating until the illegal blow.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Koskinen got robbed! It was a metal chain, Pringle! He took the high road, and Asulf took the low road right to victory. This is a travesty, but it certainly puts Asulf on notice as one of the most dangerous, and most hated, men in DW!”
Asulf stands on the second rope, raising a triumphant, albeit slightly swollen, fist to the crowd, basking in their hatred.
DW Heavyweight Championship Match
Angelo Anderson (c) vs. Cedric Thornfield
The stadium goes pitch black. After a tense pause, a single, eerie spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. A dark, atmospheric orchestral score, filled with dissonant strings and a low, mournful choir—“Shadows Fall”—begins to play.
Emerging from the darkness is ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield. He moves with a deliberate, almost supernatural grace, wearing all black, his face a mask of intense focus. He pauses at the end of the ramp and raises his hands, a gesture that silences the crowd before they explode into a massive, sustained roar of approval. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “The challenger, Cedric Thornfield! The most mysterious, yet perhaps the most popular, man in Dynasty Wrestling! The crowd is absolutely electric for ‘The Black Raven’ tonight!”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “He’s been haunting Anderson for months, Pringle! He’s the one man who seems to have the champion’s number. Tonight, the mind games end, and the fight for the DW Heavyweight Championship begins!”
Thornfield steps into the ring, his eyes never leaving the curtain. He awaits the champion.
The sound of blaring sirens and a grinding, aggressive rock anthem—“Stone Wall”—hits the sound system, and the lighting switches to harsh, glaring red. The current DW Heavyweight Champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson, storms onto the ramp. The hatred from the crowd is palpable. Anderson is a mountain of muscle, wearing the championship belt with arrogant ownership. He raises a fist, shouting down the boos, his face a defiant snarl.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “And here is the champion, ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson! He’s held that championship for over six months, defeating every single challenge with brute force and merciless tactics.”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Anderson is nothing but ego and muscle, Pringle. He thinks he’s untouchable, but he’s about to face a nightmare he can’t wake up from! That championship belongs to the people, and Thornfield is here to take it back!”
Anderson steps through the ropes, refusing to hand his title over to Head Official Jerry Law until the absolute last second, holding it high above Thornfield’s head to rub in the arrogance before the bell rings.
The bell rings. Anderson immediately charges with a powerful Lariat, trying to end the match in seconds. Thornfieldducks under the arm, his movement like smoke, and instantly goes behind the champion, grabbing a rear waist lock.
Anderson is stunned by the challenger’s speed. He uses his power to whip Thornfield off him, but Thornfield lands lightly on his feet and connects with a stunning Black Feather Dropkick that forces the champion to stumble back.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Thornfield setting the pace with pure speed and precision! That’s how you take down a giant—you don’t let him get set!”
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “He’s running circles around Anderson! The mind games are over; the wrestling has begun!”
The match quickly settles into a hard-hitting back-and-forth. Anderson manages to catch Thornfield during a second charge, planting him hard with a huge Sit-Out Powerbomb. Anderson covers! ONE! TWO!—Thornfield kicks out!
Anderson, enraged by the resilience, starts to pound Thornfield with heavy right hands, forcing the smaller man to the mat. He then delivers a running Unbreakable Elbow Drop to the challenger’s spine.
For the next five minutes, Anderson dominates, utilizing his power and size to keep Thornfield grounded. He traps Thornfield in a relentless Bear Hug, squeezing the air and the hope out of the challenger.
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “Classic champion psychology! Anderson is trying to break the will and the back of Thornfield, removing his speed and his ability to fly!”
Thornfield, however, feeds off the crowd’s energy. He reaches deep, fighting the pressure, and bites Anderson’s forehead—an illegal, desperate move that forces the champion to break the hold!
Thornfield scrambles up, dodges a wild clothesline, and unleashes a furious combination: a Spinning Heel Kick, followed by a Rolling Thunder Senton that catches Anderson off guard. Thornfield then hits his signature sequence, connecting with the Raven’s Call (a high-speed cutter)!
Thornfield covers! ONE! TWO!—Anderson kicks out!
Both men rise slowly, battered and exhausted. Anderson, frustrated, tries to use the ropes as a weapon, choking Thornfield and arguing with Law. As Law tries to pull him off, Anderson turns around and shoves the official!
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “Anderson shoves the referee! He’s lost control! He’s panicking now!”
Anderson, seeing the official stunned in the corner, grabs the DW Heavyweight Championship belt from ringside, a wicked plan in his eyes. He swings the title at Thornfield!
Thornfield ducks the blow! Anderson turns in disbelief—and Thornfield connects with a massive, running Superkick!The impact causes Anderson to drop the title belt.
Thornfield, the popular challenger, picks up the abandoned DW Heavyweight Championship belt and, in a moment of pure shock to the fans, blacks out his fist with the championship gold!
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “What is Thornfield doing?! He’s going to use the belt! He’s fighting fire with fire!”
As the dazed Angelo Anderson slowly turns back around, Cedric Thornfield leaps and hits him with the belt-assisted Black Raven Punch! The shot is illegal and devastating, dropping the champion like a stone!
Thornfield immediately throws the belt out of the ring just as the referee, Jerry Law, recovers. Thornfield collapses on the champion, making the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings! The Stratford Arena absolutely erupts! The cheers are so loud they are distorting the microphones. ‘The Black Raven’ Cedric Thornfield defeats Angelo Anderson to win the DW Heavyweight Championship!
Eddie Bates (Commentator): “YES! YES! HE DID IT! CEDRIC THORNFIELD IS YOUR NEW DW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! He had to beat the champion at his own game—the cheating, the ruthlessness—but he did it! The Raven has landed!”
Steve Pringle (Commentator): “An absolutely shocking turn of events! Thornfield, the fan favourite, resorting to the champion’s tactics to secure the win! It was controversial, it was shocking, but the challenger used the champion’s own hubris against him, and the reign of ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson is over!”
Cedric Thornfield is handed the DW Heavyweight Championship belt. He kneels in the center of the ring, holding the gold up in the air as the crowd cheers wildly. He then rises, his intense expression finally breaking into a relieved, proud smile as the confetti begins to rain down. The era of the Black Raven has begun.
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