P:V Oblivion 2024 PPV
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Barclays Center, Brooklyn, NY
28th September 2024
The cameras pan across the packed Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, as the sold-out crowd roars in anticipation of Project Violence: Oblivion. The lights flash and pyros erupt, signaling the start of one of the most highly anticipated PPVs of the year.
Zac Brindle: “Welcome to Brooklyn, and welcome to Project Violence: Oblivion! I’m Zac Brindle, joined as always by Johnny Kaos, and tonight, we are in for an explosive night of action!”
Johnny Kaos: “Zac, this place is on fire, and it’s no surprise! Look at what’s on the card tonight! The stakes couldn’t be higher, and we’re about to see some careers change in a big way!”
Zac Brindle: “In our main event, the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, faces his biggest challenge yet in Darwin Jones, who has made it very clear he’s not coming alone. After that brutal attack with sVo’s finest, can Garcia hold on to the top prize?”
Johnny Kaos: “Garcia’s a fighter, no doubt, but Jones is on a mission, and he’s got backup. Garcia’s reign could be in serious jeopardy tonight!”
Zac Brindle: “And speaking of champions, the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake, will defend his title against the relentless Darrell Robles. Robles earned this shot after weeks of scheming and fighting, but will Satake prove once again why he’s the champion?”
Johnny Kaos: “Robles has been on fire, but Satake is an international star for a reason. That’s going to be a brutal, technical war, and I can’t wait to see how it unfolds!”
Zac Brindle: “We’ve also got the P:V Tag Team Championships on the line tonight as the dominant champions, The Gutter Gods, defend against the fearless and determined Anarchy Alliance. Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis want those titles bad, but will the Gutter Gods let them get away?”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s gonna be pure carnage, Zac! The Gutter Gods have run roughshod over this division, but the Anarchy Alliance is hungry. Anything could happen!”
Zac Brindle: “And don’t forget about the P:V TV Championship! Maverick Matthews defends his gold in a Fatal Four-Way against James Mendoza, Anderson Alverez, and the rising star, Rex Stone. Matthews has been running his mouth, but can he back it up with all these hungry challengers?”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s the match I’m keeping my eyes on. Matthews has been a smart champion, but there’s nowhere to hide in a Fatal Four-Way. Everyone’s gunning for him, and tonight, we find out if he’s really as good as he says he is!”
Zac Brindle: “Brooklyn is buzzing, the stage is set, and the stars of Project Violence are ready to go to war! It’s time for Oblivion!”
Johnny Kaos: “Buckle up, because things are about to get wild!”
As the music hits and the energy in the arena reaches a fever pitch, the show transitions into its first match of the night, setting the tone for a thrilling night of wrestling chaos at Project Violence: Oblivion!
Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs Bernard Wolfe
Backstage
Numbers Game
The camera opens in the parking area of the Barclays Center, capturing the arrival of the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia. Dressed in his signature leather jacket and jeans, the championship belt slung proudly over his shoulder, Garcia steps out of his car to a chorus of cheers from nearby fans. As he makes his way toward the arena entrance, Elena Cruz quickly approaches, microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz: “Adam! Adam, can I get a quick word with you before tonight’s main event?”
Garcia pauses, flashing a confident grin, and nods at Cruz to continue.
Elena Cruz: “First off, congratulations on your recent win in the European Wrestling League. Another accolade to add to your already incredible résumé. But tonight, you face a serious challenge with Darwin Jones. He’s not coming alone—he’s got sVo’s Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, and JD James in his corner. How do you plan to cope with the numbers game?”
Garcia adjusts the championship on his shoulder, his expression turning serious but calm.
Adam Garcia: “Thanks, Elena. You know, winning the European Wrestling League last week was just another reminder of what I’m capable of. I’ve fought the best in the world—inside and outside of Project Violence—and I’ve come out on top every time. Tonight? It’s no different.”
He smirks, shaking his head at the mention of Jones’ backup.
Adam Garcia: “Darwin Jones thinks bringing Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, and JD James is going to tip the scales in his favor. But let me remind everyone of something: this isn’t my first rodeo with the odds stacked against me. I’ve fought against numbers before, and I’ve come out the other side, still standing, still the champion.”
Garcia taps the title belt on his shoulder with a sense of pride.
Adam Garcia: “The difference between Darwin Jones and me? He needs them. I don’t need anyone. Every time I step into the ring, I overcome the odds because that’s what I do. I’m the Mad Bull, the Spanish Ace, and I’ve been winning championships all over the world for a reason. So tonight, I’ll do what I do best: fight, survive, and walk out of here with this belt still around my waist.”
He locks eyes with Cruz, intensity clear in his voice.
Adam Garcia: “They can throw all the obstacles they want at me, but when the dust settles, the only thing people will be talking about is how I overcame it all, like I always do.”
With a final nod, Garcia walks off toward the locker room, leaving Cruz standing impressed.
Elena Cruz: “Strong words from the Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia. The question now is, can he really defy the odds again tonight?”
The camera fades out, transitioning back to the arena, where the energy for the night’s main event is building.
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Boyd Jackson
Backstage
In the Dark
The camera follows Darren and Simon Starr, the Starr Brothers, as they storm down the hallway backstage at the Barclays Center, looking determined and clearly unhappy. They spot Darwin Jones near the locker room, preparing for his main event title match later tonight, and approach him with purpose.
Darren Starr: “Hey! Darwin!”
Jones turns around, flashing a cocky grin as if expecting praise, but his expression falters when he sees the serious looks on the Starr Brothers’ faces.
Darwin Jones: “What’s up, boys? Ready to make tonight big?”
Simon Starr: “Big? We thought we were with you, man. What was all that last week? You show up with Johnny All Star and Gunner Lang—we didn’t know anything about it!”
Darren Starr: “Yeah, you left us hanging, Jones. We’ve had your back through everything, and then you pull something like this? What’s going on?”
Jones, clearly caught off guard, tries to ease the tension. He steps closer, putting his hands up in a placating gesture.
Darwin Jones: “Come on, guys. It’s not what it looks like. I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark. Look, All Star and Lang, they’re just part of the plan to make sure I leave with the title tonight. No hard feelings, alright? You can still come with me to the ring tonight, back me up like always.”
The Starr Brothers exchange a glance, unimpressed.
Simon Starr: “You think we’re just gonna jump in and back you up after you kept us in the dark? We’re not here to be second choice, Darwin.”
Darren Starr: “Yeah, we don’t appreciate being played like that. If you don’t trust us enough to keep us in the loop, then maybe we don’t need to be involved at all.”
The tension between the three rises as Darwin’s expression shifts, irritation starting to show. He tries one last time to smooth things over.
Darwin Jones: “Look, guys, don’t blow this out of proportion. You’re still my team. We’re all after the same thing, right? Gold and glory. I need you out there tonight.”
But the Starr Brothers shake their heads, standing firm.
Simon Starr: “Nah, man. You’re on your own.”
Darren Starr: “Good luck with your new buddies. You’ll need it.”
The Starr Brothers turn and walk off, leaving Jones fuming. He watches them go, then shouts after them in frustration.
Darwin Jones: “I don’t need you anyway! I’ve got this on my own!”
The camera lingers on Jones, who clenches his fists, the cocky façade slipping as the weight of the situation begins to sink in.
The scene fades as Jones stands alone, ready to face the night without the allies he thought were in his corner.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Midas
Backstage
Not on My Watch
The camera opens to chaos in the backstage area of the Barclays Center. James Von Drake, the General Manager of Project Violence, stands firm, arms crossed, flanked by a team of stern-faced security guards. The commotion centers around Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, and their manager JD James, all angrily protesting as they are physically barred from entering the building.
Johnny All Star: “What the hell is this, Von Drake?! You can’t stop us!”
Gunner Lang: “Yeah, we’re here to back up our boy, Darwin Jones! Let us through!”
JD James, with his usual smug demeanor, steps forward, trying to reason with the GM.
JD James: “Von Drake, let’s not make this more difficult than it has to be. We’re here to observe the main event. You know, keep things…fair.”
Von Drake raises an eyebrow and smirks sarcastically at JD James.
James Von Drake: “Fair? Is that what you’re calling it now, JD? I know exactly what you’re trying to pull. You want to stack the deck in Darwin Jones’ favor, but that’s not happening on my watch. You three are banned from the building tonight. Final decision.”
Suddenly, Darwin Jones storms onto the scene, clearly agitated by the unfolding situation. He immediately gets in Von Drake’s face, protesting furiously.
Darwin Jones: “Von Drake, what the hell is going on here?! These are my guys, my backup! You can’t ban them! They’ve got every right to be here!”
Von Drake doesn’t back down, his expression unyielding.
James Von Drake: “Darwin, I don’t care who they are. I’m the General Manager of Project Violence, and I run things around here. This is a one-on-one match for the Heavyweight Championship, not a gang beatdown. I won’t let you turn it into some kind of sideshow. All Star, Lang, and JD James are staying outside. My decision is final!”
Jones, visibly frustrated, paces back and forth before turning back to Von Drake with fire in his eyes.
Darwin Jones: “You’re making a big mistake, Von Drake! You think this is going to stop me? I’ll win that title without them, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
James Von Drake: “We’ll see about that. Tonight, it’s just you and Adam Garcia. No excuses.”
Jones clenches his fists, glaring at Von Drake, while Johnny All Star and Gunner Lang shout in frustration from behind the line of security. The tension is thick, but Von Drake stands his ground. With one last defiant look, Jones turns and walks off, muttering under his breath.
Von Drake watches him go, then nods to security.
James Von Drake: “Make sure they don’t get anywhere near that ring.”
The camera fades as Von Drake and security stay on guard, ensuring that Jones’ backup won’t be interfering tonight.
P:V TV Championship Match
Maverick Matthews vs. James Mendoza vs. Anderson Alverez vs. Rex Stone
Ringside
#ANDNEW
The camera pans to the ring where Anderson Alverez, masked and exuding arrogance, stands tall, clutching the newly-won P:V TV Championship. The crowd in the Barclays Center boos relentlessly, showing their disdain for the member of Hate Eternal, but Alverez seems to revel in the negativity.
Alverez, breathing heavily from the hard-fought four-way match, raises the TV title high above his head with both hands, staring out into the sea of jeering fans. His masked face tilts slightly, as if he’s feeding off their hate, before he slowly paces around the ring, the gold glinting under the arena lights.
Johnny Kaos (Commentator): “Like it or not, folks, Anderson Alverez just pulled off a major win here tonight. He is your new TV Champion!”
Zac Brindle (Commentator): “Yeah, but listen to this crowd, Johnny! They can’t stand him, and frankly, I can’t blame them after all the cheap shots and dirty tactics he pulled to get here!”
Alverez snatches a microphone from ringside and steps to the center of the ring, raising the TV title once more before finally speaking, his voice filled with venom and arrogance.
Anderson Alverez: “¡Miren bien, todos ustedes!”
The crowd boos even louder as Alverez sneers beneath his mask.
Anderson Alverez: “I told you all… I told James Von Drake… I told every single one of you that Hate Eternal gets what we want. And tonight, I proved it! I walked into this match against three other so-called ‘competitors,’ and I walked out with the TV Championship!”
The crowd erupts in more boos, but Alverez just smirks, relishing every moment of their disdain.
Anderson Alverez: “You can boo me all you want! It doesn’t change the fact that I am now the face of this division! You all thought you could doubt me. You thought James Mendoza, Rex Stone, or Maverick Matthews had a shot, didn’t you?!”
He pauses, letting the crowd’s boos grow louder.
Anderson Alverez: “Well, look at them now! They’re the ones left lying in this ring, broken and humiliated, while I stand here victorious! Hate Eternal is stronger than ever, and this is just the beginning!”
Alverez raises the TV title high again, defiantly staring into the camera, his eyes full of menace.
Anderson Alverez: “This title… is just the first step in our dominance. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop us!”
With that, Alverez drops the microphone with a smirk, climbing the turnbuckle to once again taunt the crowd by holding the TV Championship high in the air. The chorus of boos continues to rain down, but Alverez soaks it all in, knowing he stands atop the division.
Johnny Kaos (Commentator): “Like him or not, Alverez is dangerous, and now he’s got that TV title around his waist! Hate Eternal just gained a lot more power in Project Violence!”
Zac Brindle (Commentator): “This crowd can’t stand him, but Anderson Alverez might just be the most dangerous man holding that TV Championship right now!”
The camera fades as Alverez celebrates, the boos of the fans drowning out everything, but the TV Champion stands unbothered, his victory sealed.
Backstage
History Makers
The camera cuts backstage where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand, flanked by the International Tag Team Champions, Edwin Ellis and Stevie Rigg, known collectively as the Anarchy Alliance. Both men are intense, brimming with confidence, their titles slung proudly over their shoulders as they prepare for their massive match tonight against the Gutter Gods of Hate Eternal for the Project Violence Tag Team Championships.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the International Tag Team Champions, the Anarchy Alliance, who have a huge opportunity tonight to capture the Project Violence Tag Team Championships from the Gutter Gods. Edwin, Stevie, we just saw Anderson Alverez secure the TV Championship for Hate Eternal, but how confident are you going into your own title match tonight?”
Edwin Ellis steps forward, his expression determined as he adjusts the International Tag Team Championship on his shoulder.
Edwin Ellis: “Anderson Alverez can have his moment tonight. Let him bask in it, because it doesn’t change a damn thing. Stevie and I? We’ve been through hell and back to get where we are. The Anarchy Alliance isn’t just any team; we’re the best team in Project Violence, and we’re about to prove it again tonight!”
Stevie Rigg smirks, adding to Ellis’ words with his own intensity.
Stevie Rigg: “Look, Hate Eternal might think they run this place with their dirty tactics and cheap wins, but the Gutter Gods? They’re just another set of victims waiting to fall. We’ve held these International Tag Team Championships for a reason. We’ve beaten the best, and tonight, we’re taking the Project Violence Tag Team Championships too, and there’s nothing Anderson Alverez or anyone from Hate Eternal can do about it.”
Elena Cruz: “You’re both going into a hostile environment tonight, considering the Gutter Gods have the support of their Hate Eternal brothers. Are you prepared for what could be another numbers game in their favor?”
Ellis exchanges a glance with Rigg before stepping forward, his eyes narrowing as he speaks with fierce determination.
Edwin Ellis: “We’ve been ready for this from day one, Elena. Numbers game or not, we don’t back down from a fight. Hate Eternal can try their best to stack the deck, but we’re not the type to get rattled. We’ve fought bigger battles and come out on top every time.”
Stevie Rigg: “They might have Anderson Alverez and the rest of their crew backing them up, but tonight? None of that matters. The Gutter Gods can try and pull whatever tricks they want, but the Anarchy Alliance doesn’t just fight—we win. And tonight, we’re walking out with all the gold.”
Ellis leans in, his voice steady but filled with conviction.
Edwin Ellis: “Hate Eternal thinks they’re unstoppable, but they’ve never faced a team like us. By the end of the night, the Gutter Gods will be flat on their backs, and these belts right here won’t be the only gold we’re holding.”
Ellis and Rigg both stare intensely into the camera, exuding nothing but confidence, ready to take on the Gutter Gods and their reign of terror.
Elena Cruz: “Well, there you have it. The Anarchy Alliance is more than ready for tonight’s showdown with Hate Eternal’s Gutter Gods. Can they walk out as the Project Violence Tag Team Champions? We’ll find out soon!”
The camera zooms in on the focused expressions of Edwin Ellis and Stevie Rigg as they prepare to head into battle.
Stevie Rigg: “Tonight, we take what’s ours.”
Edwin Ellis: “And we make sure Hate Eternal learns what real anarchy is.”
The camera fades, leaving the intense duo ready to claim even more gold.
P:V Tag Team Championship Match
The Gutter Gods vs. Anarchy Alliance
Backstage
International Honour Pt1
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Elena Cruz stands, microphone in hand, next to the imposing figure of the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake. Satake has his championship belt draped over his shoulder, his expression calm yet intensely focused as he prepares for his upcoming title defense against the dangerous Darrell Robles.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the reigning International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake, who is moments away from defending his championship against Darrell Robles. Satake, you’ve been a dominant champion, but tonight, Robles has been vocal about being ready to take your title. How are you feeling heading into this match?”
Satake adjusts the title on his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he contemplates his answer. He speaks with measured calm, but the intensity behind his words is undeniable.
Masafumi Satake: “Elena, every time I step into the ring, I defend this title not just for myself, but for the honor of Project Violence. Darrell Robles is dangerous, I know this. But he is not the first dangerous opponent I’ve faced, and he won’t be the last.”
Satake’s eyes lock on the camera, his focus unshakable as he continues.
Masafumi Satake: “Robles has power, he has aggression—but he lacks something crucial. Discipline. He fights with fury, but I fight with skill, precision, and heart. That is what makes the difference between a challenger and a champion.”
Elena Cruz: “You’ve faced many challenges during your reign, but Darrell Robles has aligned himself with the Starr Brothers and has been plotting behind the scenes. How do you plan to handle not just Robles, but the potential interference from his allies?”
Satake’s face remains calm, though there’s a slight, knowing smirk that flickers across his lips.
Masafumi Satake: “I’ve seen what Robles has been doing. I’ve watched as he tried to stack the odds in his favor. But let me make this clear: I am no stranger to fighting alone. In every country I’ve wrestled, every title I’ve won, I’ve faced opponents who tried to manipulate the situation. I welcome the challenge.”
He taps the International Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder.
Masafumi Satake: “This belt represents strength and honor, and if Robles wants to take it, he’ll have to beat me at my best. But let him and his allies try. I will stand tall. I always do.”
Elena Cruz: “There’s been a lot of speculation that Robles might resort to some underhanded tactics tonight, especially after what we’ve seen in the last few weeks. Are you expecting a fair fight?”
Satake’s smirk grows slightly.
Masafumi Satake: “Robles does not fight fair, Elena. But that does not concern me. I am always ready for what happens in that ring. Whether it’s one man or three, it makes no difference. When the dust settles, I will still be the International Heavyweight Champion.”
Satake straightens up, his demeanor becoming even more serious as he prepares for the battle ahead.
Masafumi Satake: “Robles, Starr Brothers—let them come. I’ll show them why this belt stays around my waist. They will learn tonight that to beat Masafumi Satake, they need more than schemes and alliances. They need to be better—and they are not.”
Elena Cruz: “Well, there you have it. The champion seems more than prepared for what could be a chaotic match tonight. Will Satake overcome the odds once again, or will Darrell Robles walk out as the new International Heavyweight Champion? We’ll find out next!”
The camera focuses on Satake’s steely gaze, his body language exuding confidence as he nods once more at Elena before walking off, ready to face whatever comes his way in the ring.
Masafumi Satake: “Honor will prevail.”
The screen fades to black as the tension builds ahead of Satake’s title defense.
International Heavyweight Championship Match
Masafumi Satake vs. Darrell Robles
Backstage
International Honour Pt2
The ring is bathed in golden light as Masafumi Satake stands tall, the International Heavyweight Championship raised high above his head. The crowd at the Barclays Center erupts in cheers, celebrating Satake’s hard-fought victory over Darrell Robles. Satake, drenched in sweat but triumphant, takes a deep breath and soaks in the adulation of the fans.
Zac Brindle: “What a match! Masafumi Satake once again proving why he is the International Heavyweight Champion! He stood toe-to-toe with Darrell Robles, and despite the odds, Satake remains on top!”
Johnny Kaos: “The guy’s a machine, Zac. You can throw anyone at him, and Satake just comes out swinging harder!”
Satake, still holding his championship, grabs a microphone from ringside, bringing it up to his lips as the fans continue to chant his name. But just as he is about to speak—
Suddenly, the giant screen above the entrance ramp flickers to life.
The image shows Jean Louis Duval, the cocky and arrogant Frenchman from Dynasty Wrestling, sitting in an opulent setting, clearly appearing live via satellite. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he reclines with a smug look on his face. Behind him are tall windows that show a picturesque view of Paris, the Eiffel Tower visible in the background. A glass of fine wine sits on the table beside him.
Duval slowly begins to clap.
Jean Louis Duval (via satellite): Clap… Clap… Clap.
The crowd’s cheers turn to boos as Duval’s mocking applause echoes throughout the arena.
Jean Louis Duval: “Bravo, Monsieur Satake. Bravo. What a spectacle! What a glorious victory! Truly, you have proven yourself… to your little audience.”
Satake looks up at the screen, his eyes narrowing, clearly annoyed by Duval’s interruption. The crowd continues to boo, showing their disdain for the Frenchman.
Zac Brindle: “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Jean Louis Duval has no respect!”
Johnny Kaos: “He’s not even here in Brooklyn, Zac! He’s sitting in his ivory tower back in France, mocking Satake after the champion just went through a war!”
Duval chuckles, sipping his wine leisurely, as if completely unbothered.
Jean Louis Duval: “Masafumi Satake, the great International Heavyweight Champion. But tell me, mon ami… do you truly feel victorious? Do you truly believe that you stand as the best in the world?”
The slow clapping resumes, but this time with a sarcastic grin plastered on Duval’s face.
Jean Louis Duval: “You see, while you celebrate in front of these… people, I cannot help but be underwhelmed by your little display. It’s cute, really. You fight like an animal, but let’s face it, Monsieur Satake—you haven’t faced true competition.”
The crowd begins chanting for Satake, trying to drown out Duval’s mocking words, but Duval simply leans closer to the camera, undeterred.
Jean Louis Duval: “Do you think defeating the likes of Robles makes you a champion of true prestige? Non, non, non. You may have this little belt of yours, but I… I am the man who holds the future of wrestling in my hands.”
Satake clenches his jaw, keeping his composure, but his irritation is evident.
Jean Louis Duval: “Enjoy your moment, Masafumi, because soon… very soon… you will have to answer to me. And when we meet, when the world watches as I step into your ring, I will show everyone that you are nothing but a pretender.”
Duval’s smirk grows wider, his arrogance oozing through the screen.
Jean Louis Duval: “I challenge you, Satake. I challenge you not for your belt, but for your pride, for your legacy, for the right to call yourself the best. But make no mistake—when I get my hands on you, I will embarrass you, and your reign will crumble beneath the weight of true greatness.”
The Frenchman stands up, buttoning his jacket as he offers one final, disdainful look into the camera.
Jean Louis Duval: “Until then, mon ami, enjoy your hollow victory. It’s the last one you will have.”
With that, Duval winks at the camera and the feed cuts, leaving Satake standing in the ring, visibly annoyed but determined. The crowd chants in support of Satake, but the champion’s focus is now clearly on the arrogant Frenchman.
Zac Brindle: “Jean Louis Duval just threw down the gauntlet! He’s mocking Masafumi Satake, and it sounds like he wants more than just the International Heavyweight Championship—he wants to ruin Satake’s legacy!”
Johnny Kaos: “This is far from over, Zac. Satake just went through hell tonight, and now he’s got Duval breathing down his neck. Duval doesn’t just want a fight—he wants to take everything Satake has built!”
Satake raises his championship high once more, his expression resolute as the fans cheer him on. The show fades to black, with the tension between the International Heavyweight Champion and the Dynasty Wrestling star simmering and ready to explode.
Backstage
Reality Bites
The camera cuts backstage where Elena Cruz is standing by with a microphone, ready for an interview. The tension is palpable as the camera focuses on Darwin Jones, who stands beside her, visibly furious. His jaw is clenched, and his fists are balled at his sides, clearly not happy about the developments from earlier in the night.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is Darwin Jones, who, as we just saw earlier tonight, has had all of his backup—Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, and JD James—removed from the building by General Manager James Von Drake. Darwin, with all of your backup gone, how are you preparing for your upcoming match against Adam Garcia for the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship?”
Jones glares at Elena, seething as he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking. His eyes are full of frustration, and he’s clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.
Darwin Jones: “How am I preparing? How am I supposed to prepare, Elena? Von Drake just threw me to the wolves by getting rid of everyone who had my back tonight! Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, JD James—they’re all gone! It’s just me, one man, against the so-called ‘champion,’ Adam Garcia. Von Drake thinks he’s stacking the deck against me, but what he doesn’t realize is that I don’t need anyone.”
He takes a step closer to the camera, pointing directly into the lens.
Darwin Jones: “Let me make something clear, Adam Garcia. Yeah, you might’ve beaten every single person they’ve put in front of you. You might be the Heavyweight Champion. You might’ve even won that European Wrestling League thing last week. But tonight? Tonight is different.”
He smirks, but there’s a hint of frustration behind it.
Darwin Jones: “You think because Von Drake took away my backup, I’m walking out of this match? You think because I’m outnumbered, I’m gonna back down? Hell no! I’ve spent my whole career fighting against the odds. I’ve stepped in the ring against legends and came out on top. So don’t think for a second that I can’t handle myself.”
Elena nods, sensing the tension rising but keeping her professional demeanor.
Elena Cruz: “But Darwin, with everything that’s happened—Von Drake banning your backup, the recent friction with the Starr Brothers—do you still believe you can walk out of here with the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship?”
Jones’ eyes flare up with anger at the mention of the Starr Brothers, and he scoffs before shaking his head.
Darwin Jones: “The Starr Brothers? They were never part of the plan, Elena. They were just tools I used to get where I am right now. They think walking away from me leaves me vulnerable? Nah. They’re just doing me a favor by not dragging me down anymore.”
He leans closer to Elena, his voice lowering to a more intense tone.
Darwin Jones: “As for Von Drake, his little stunt tonight doesn’t change a damn thing. All it does is motivate me to prove that I don’t need anyone else to take down Adam Garcia. Von Drake thinks he’s playing mind games, but what he doesn’t know is that I thrive under pressure. The more people doubt me, the more dangerous I get.”
He straightens up, the anger still simmering but a sinister determination taking over.
Darwin Jones: “So, Garcia, tonight, when that bell rings, you’re going to find out that I’m not just some other challenger. I’m the guy who’s going to take that championship from you and prove that Darwin Jones is the future of this company. Backup or no backup, I’m walking out with the Heavyweight Championship. Believe that.”
He pushes past Elena without another word, his eyes blazing with intent as he heads down the corridor towards the ring. Elena watches him leave, her expression showing just how high the stakes have gotten tonight.
Elena Cruz: “Well, there you have it—Darwin Jones is more determined than ever, even with his backup taken away. The question remains: can he overcome the odds and dethrone Adam Garcia tonight? We’ll find out shortly.”
The camera lingers on Elena before cutting back to ringside for the upcoming main event.
P:V Heavyweight Championship Match
Adam Garcia vs. Darwin Jones
Ringside
All Falls Down
The arena is electric as Adam Garcia stands victorious in the middle of the ring, clutching the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship close to his chest. His chest heaves as he catches his breath after a hard-fought battle with Darwin Jones. The crowd at the Barclays Center erupts into deafening cheers, chanting “Mad Bull! Mad Bull!” as Garcia raises the title high in celebration.
Zac Brindle: “What a battle! Adam Garcia has overcome the odds yet again, retaining the Heavyweight Championship here at Oblivion!”
Johnny Kaos: “You have to give it up for Darwin Jones, but Garcia showed exactly why he’s the champ. What a victory!”
As Garcia soaks in the adulation of the crowd, Darwin Jones, battered and seething with frustration, rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. His eyes are filled with malice as he slides back into the ring, the chair gripped tightly in his hands.
Zac Brindle: “Wait a minute! What is Jones doing? This doesn’t look good!”
Johnny Kaos: “He’s going to take his revenge! Garcia better watch out!”
Garcia is still celebrating, unaware of the danger lurking behind him. Jones raises the chair high above his head, ready to strike and take out his anger on the champion. The crowd gasps as Jones prepares to swing the chair down, but suddenly, the lights in the arena go out!
A wave of confusion sweeps through the audience as the arena is plunged into darkness.
Zac Brindle: “What the hell?! The lights just went out! What’s going on?!”
Johnny Kaos: “I don’t know, Zac, but something is happening!”
A tense few moments pass in complete darkness, with murmurs filling the air. Then, just as abruptly, the lights flicker back on—and the crowd explodes in shock!
Standing behind Darwin Jones, with a cold, calculated look in his eyes, is Elijah Drake, a man who hasn’t been seen for months after Darwin Jones took him out of action in a brutal assault.
Zac Brindle: “Oh my god! It’s Elijah Drake! Elijah Drake is back!”
Johnny Kaos: “I can’t believe it! Jones put him out of action months ago, and now he’s here for revenge!”
Jones, sensing something is wrong, slowly turns around. His face drops as he comes face-to-face with his former rival. Before Jones can react, Elijah Drake strikes—unleashing a vicious flurry of punches, taking Jones completely by surprise! The crowd is on their feet, roaring in approval.
Zac Brindle: “Drake is unloading on Darwin Jones! He’s come back with a vengeance!”
Drake doesn’t let up, pounding Jones with relentless fury. The steel chair slips from Jones’ hands as he stumbles back, trying to defend himself, but Drake is like a man possessed. With one swift motion, Drake hoists Jones up and slams him down with a devastating spinebuster, rattling the ring!
Johnny Kaos: “Drake is making Jones pay for everything he did to him!”
The crowd is thunderous, chanting “Drake! Drake! Drake!” as Elijah Drake stands tall over Darwin Jones, the man who put him on the shelf. Adam Garcia watches from the corner, still holding his championship, nodding in approval at Drake’s return.
Jones lies motionless in the ring, beaten and humiliated, as Drake stands over him, breathing heavily, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. He locks eyes with Garcia for a brief moment, a nod of mutual respect between the two men.
Zac Brindle: “Darwin Jones wanted to take his revenge, but it looks like Elijah Drake had other plans tonight!”
Johnny Kaos: “And what a statement he’s made! Elijah Drake is back, and Darwin Jones has hell to pay!”
As the crowd continues to cheer, the camera zooms in on Elijah Drake’s determined face, before fading to black.
Zac Brindle: “What an explosive end to Oblivion! Elijah Drake has returned, and things in Project Violence are about to get even more intense!”
Johnny Kaos: “What does this mean for Darwin Jones? For Adam Garcia? You’ll have to tune in to find out!”
The show ends with the image of Elijah Drake standing tall, Darwin Jones laid out beneath him, and Adam Garcia still clutching his championship as the screen fades to black.
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