P:V Uprising 100
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Barclays Centre, Brooklyn, New York
30th November 2024
The camera opens with a sweeping shot of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, the arena bathed in electric lights and filled to capacity with a roaring crowd. Pyro erupts from the stage as the Uprising 100 logo flashes across the screen, and fans hold up signs like “Drake’s Destiny,” “Satake Rules All,” and “Kaneda Will Conquer!” The energy in the building is palpable as the camera transitions to the commentary desk where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are standing by.
Zac Brindle:
“Welcome to the historic 100th episode of Project: Violence Uprising! We are live from the iconic Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, and what a night we have in store for you!”
Johnny Kaos:
“You’re not kidding, Zac! The biggest stars, the brightest lights, and titles on the line—it doesn’t get any bigger than this! This is what Project: Violence is all about!”
Zac Brindle:
“Let’s break it down, Johnny. Tonight, we’ll witness the ultimate showdown as Elijah Drake finally gets his long-awaited shot at the Heavyweight Championship against the ‘Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia. Can Drake cement his legacy in the very building where legends are made?”
Johnny Kaos:
“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! The Starr Brothers have been on fire, but can they dethrone the dominant Gutter Gods to become the new P:V Tag Team Champions? Or will Hate Eternal’s finest keep their iron grip on the division?”
Zac Brindle:
“Speaking of titles, the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship will be defended tonight as Dash Diaz takes on his fiercest challenge yet in the form of Katsuhiro Kaneda. After weeks of animosity and sneak attacks, this one’s personal!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Don’t forget the IPWA Heavyweight Championship Open Challenge! Masafumi Satake has invited anyone, anywhere to step up tonight. Who will have the guts to face the man who has ruled the IPWA kingdom with an iron fist?”
Zac Brindle:
“And then there’s Teddy Rush vs. Gabriel Cross—a battle of pride and grudges! Rush is ready to settle the score, but the ‘Holy Avenger’ might have something up his sleeve.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Plus, we’ve got a P:V TV Championship match as Anderson Alvarez defends against Stevie Rigg! After weeks of interference and sneak attacks, Rigg has a chance to dethrone Alvarez and shut up Hate Eternal once and for all!”
The camera pans to the crowd, chanting “Uprising! Uprising!” before cutting back to the commentators.
Zac Brindle:
“Six blockbuster matches, shocking twists, and a night that promises to leave everyone talking for years to come. Buckle up, folks, because this is Uprising 100, and it starts now!”
The camera cuts to the stage as the show kicks off with a bang!
Ringside
Ready for the Challenger
The arena lights dim slightly as a dramatic gong sounds, followed by the unmistakable theme of Masafumi Satake, the IPWA Heavyweight Champion. The crowd erupts into cheers as Satake steps onto the stage, the prestigious IPWA Heavyweight Championship gleaming on his shoulder. He walks to the ring with his usual stoic intensity, slapping a few hands before climbing through the ropes. Satake stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, as his music fades.
Masafumi Satake:
“Brooklyn!” The crowd pops as he smirks slightly. “Tonight is a historic night. Uprising 100. A milestone not just for Project: Violence, but for the wrestling world.”
The fans chant, “Sa-ta-ke! Sa-ta-ke!” briefly before quieting to hear the champion.
Masafumi Satake:
“For weeks, I have offered an open challenge. An opportunity to any competitor in the world to step into this ring with me and fight for the IPWA Heavyweight Championship. No restrictions, no fear. Only respect and honor. So now…”
Satake looks directly into the hard camera, his voice steady but commanding.
Masafumi Satake:
“I stand here, in front of all of you, ready to face whoever has the courage to answer my challenge. If you are out there, show yourself.”
The anticipation in the arena builds as the crowd buzzes, waiting to see who will step up. For a moment, there is silence. Then suddenly—
BOOM!
The arena lights turn red, and the familiar theme of RSPW Heavyweight Champion Ryujiro blares over the speakers. The fans explode into cheers as the dominant Japanese Champion strides onto the stage, his own championship slung over his shoulder. Ryujiro, wearing his signature robe, pauses at the top of the ramp with a confident smirk as he surveys the cheering crowd.
Zac Brindle:
“Wait a minute! Is this real? Is this happening? That’s Ryujiro, the RSPW Heavyweight Champion!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Oh, it’s happening, Zac! The match we never thought we’d see, right here at Uprising 100!”
Ryujiro raises a microphone, looking down at Satake in the ring as the crowd continues to roar.
Ryujiro:
“Satake-san.” The crowd cheers as he addresses the champion with respect. “Two weeks ago, in Japan, I had the honor of standing across the ring from you in a tag team match. And in that moment, I knew that wasn’t enough. I knew I wanted more.”
The fans erupt as Satake nods in the ring, clearly intrigued.
Ryujiro:
“You call yourself a champion of honor, and I respect that. But if you want the best, if you want to prove you are the greatest champion in the world, then there is no greater test than me. Tonight, I accept your challenge!“
The crowd goes wild as Ryujiro points to Satake with determination, his tone serious but respectful. Satake lifts his own microphone, stepping toward the ropes.
Masafumi Satake:
“Ryujiro-san. I respect you. I respect your achievements, your legacy, and your fighting spirit. Tonight, it will be an honor to face you one-on-one.”
The two champions lock eyes, the intensity crackling through the arena. The crowd chants, “This is awesome!” as Satake holds up the IPWA Heavyweight Championship, signaling his readiness for the match later in the night.
Zac Brindle:
“It’s official! Satake versus Ryujiro for the IPWA Heavyweight Championship! Two of the greatest wrestlers of this generation, one-on-one, right here at Uprising 100!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Forget match of the night, this could be match of the year! The IPWA title is on the line, and both these men are bringing everything they’ve got!”
Ryujiro smirks and nods before heading backstage, leaving Satake standing tall in the ring, holding his championship high as the fans cheer loudly. The screen fades out, hyping up the monumental clash to come later in the night.
Backstage
He is Here
The camera cuts to the backstage area as a sleek black car pulls into the loading dock of the Barclays Center. The fans roar in anticipation as Elijah Drake, wearing his signature leather jacket and a focused expression, steps out of the vehicle. His eyes are sharp, exuding the calm intensity of a veteran ready for war. As he slings a gym bag over his shoulder, Elena Cruz hurries over, microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz:
“Elijah! Elijah, if I could get a moment of your time!”
Drake pauses, turning to her with a slight nod. The crowd watching on the big screen cheers loudly as Elena approaches him.
Elena Cruz:
“Tonight is the night. After weeks of buildup, you finally get your chance to challenge Adam Garcia for the P:V Heavyweight Championship in what promises to be one of the biggest matches in Uprising history. But I have to ask—last week, the lights went out, and when they came back on, you were laid out in the ring. Do you believe it was Adam Garcia behind that attack?”
Drake smirks faintly, his eyes narrowing as he adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
Elijah Drake:
“You know, Elena, I’ve been in this business long enough to know that suspicion can cloud your judgment. Do I think it was Adam Garcia? Maybe. Do I know it was Adam Garcia? No. And at this point…”
He steps closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.
Elijah Drake:
“It doesn’t matter. Whether it was him or someone else, whoever decided to take me out last week only added fuel to the fire. Tonight, I’m walking into that ring with one goal—to win the P:V Heavyweight Championship and finally cement my legacy in this company.”
The crowd pops loudly, chanting, “Dra-ke! Dra-ke!” as Drake continues.
Elijah Drake:
“I’ve been in P:V for almost twenty years, Elena. I’ve faced legends, I’ve made history, and I’ve given everything I have to this business. But there’s one thing missing from my story—a World Heavyweight Championship. And tonight, I’m going to change that.”
Drake shifts his focus directly to the camera, his voice filled with determination.
Elijah Drake:
“Adam Garcia, I hope you’re ready, because I sure as hell am. And if you were the one who tried to take me out last week… well, let’s just say you’re going to regret not finishing the job.”
Drake gives Elena a brief nod and walks off, leaving her standing with a mix of excitement and tension in her expression as the camera follows him down the hallway.
Elena Cruz:
“There you have it. Elijah Drake is laser-focused and ready for his shot at history tonight. Will he finally capture the P:V Heavyweight Championship and cement his legacy? We’ll find out in the main event!”
The screen fades to black as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.
Single Match
Teddy Rush vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
Ready for Revenge
The scene opens backstage in the interview area, where Elena Cruz stands with microphone in hand, the P:V logo prominently displayed behind her. Standing next to her is a determined-looking Stevie Rigg, his fists taped and his expression focused. The crowd roars as Rigg appears on the screen, and the energy is palpable.
Elena Cruz:
“Stevie, tonight you step into the ring to face Anderson Alvarez for the P:V Television Championship. But this match isn’t just about gold, is it? This is personal.”
Rigg adjusts the straps of his leather jacket, his jaw clenched as he looks at Elena.
Stevie Rigg:
“You’re damn right it’s personal, Elena. Anderson Alvarez… Hate Eternal… they didn’t just take the International Tag Team Championships from me and Edwin Ellis. No, they went further. They put my brother-in-arms on the shelf, and for what? To prove a point? To make a statement? Well, tonight, I make my own statement.”
The crowd pops loudly, the cheers echoing in the arena as Rigg continues.
Stevie Rigg:
“Alvarez, you’ve been running your mouth for weeks, hiding behind your little Hate Eternal cronies like a pack of wolves. But tonight, you’re stepping into the ring with me, one-on-one. No pack. No distractions. Just you, me, and all the hate I’ve been building up since you put Edwin in that hospital bed.”
Elena nods, her tone sympathetic but professional.
Elena Cruz:
“Stevie, Alvarez is not just a member of Hate Eternal; he’s a seasoned champion. What’s your mindset heading into a match where the odds, quite frankly, don’t always stay fair?”
Rigg smirks, running a hand through his hair before stepping closer to the microphone.
Stevie Rigg:
“Mindset? My mindset is simple, Elena. I’m walking out there to fight. Alvarez might think he’s got Hate Eternal waiting in the wings to bail him out, but trust me—if they even think about sticking their noses in my business, I’ve got something for all of them. Tonight isn’t about being pretty, and it sure as hell isn’t about playing fair. It’s about justice—for Edwin, for me, and for everyone who’s ever been on the wrong side of Hate Eternal’s games.”
The crowd roars in approval, chanting, “Riggy! Riggy!” as Rigg exhales, his passion evident.
Elena Cruz:
“And if you walk out of the Barclays Center tonight as the new P:V Television Champion, what message does that send to the rest of the roster?”
Rigg grins slightly, his eyes filled with fire.
Stevie Rigg:
“It sends a message that no matter how dark things get, there’s always someone ready to stand up and fight back. Alvarez, Hate Eternal, whoever thinks they run the show around here—your time is up. Tonight, I’m walking out with that TV Championship, and I’m doing it for every single person who’s sick of the bullies running wild. Let’s see how tough you are when it’s just you and me.”
Rigg glares into the camera, pointing at the lens as he speaks his final words.
Stevie Rigg:
“Alvarez, you’re gonna learn tonight—messing with me and Edwin was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”
Rigg turns and walks off, leaving Elena Cruz standing with a confident smile.
Elena Cruz:
“Stevie Rigg is fired up and ready for war. Will tonight be the night he claims the P:V Television Championship and exacts revenge on Hate Eternal? Don’t go anywhere—this match is coming up next!”
The scene fades out to the roaring crowd.
P:V TV Championship Match
Anderson Alvarez (c) vs. Stevie Rigg
Backstage
The Standard
The scene opens backstage in the interview area. Elena Cruz stands in her signature professional pose, microphone in hand, as the roaring crowd noise filters in from the arena. Next to her is the ever-charismatic IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion Dash Diaz, his championship belt glimmering over his shoulder. Diaz looks focused but carries his trademark confidence.
Elena Cruz:
“Dash, tonight you put your IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship on the line against one of the most dangerous opponents of your career, Katsuhiro Kaneda, the RSPW Junior Heavyweight Champion. This is a champion-versus-champion match with a lot of pride on the line. What’s going through your mind right now?”
Diaz adjusts his title, a confident smirk creeping across his face.
Dash Diaz:
“Elena, you said it yourself—it’s champion versus champion. This isn’t just about me defending my title; it’s about proving that I’m the best junior heavyweight in the world. Kaneda might have a shiny belt and a reputation that stretches across continents, but tonight, I’m reminding everyone why the name ‘Dash Diaz’ is spoken with respect—and a little fear—in every corner of this business.”
The crowd cheers in the background, chanting, “Dash! Dash!” Diaz nods, acknowledging the support.
Elena Cruz:
“You and Kaneda had a confrontation in Japan recently, and it ended with both you and Masafumi Satake on the receiving end of a vicious chair attack. How has that influenced your mindset heading into tonight’s match?”
Diaz’s smirk fades slightly as his expression grows more serious.
Dash Diaz:
“It’s simple, Elena. Kaneda wanted to make a statement by blindsiding me and Satake in Japan. Well, I heard that statement loud and clear, and now he’s gonna hear mine. See, that attack didn’t intimidate me—it motivated me. Kaneda’s good, no doubt about it, but when you step into my ring, you better be ready to back up every single thing you’ve done.”
Elena leans in, her tone sharpening.
Elena Cruz:
“Katsuhiro Kaneda is known for his precision and ruthlessness in the ring. How do you plan to counter his dangerous style and walk out of the Barclays Center still the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion?”
Diaz chuckles, tapping the faceplate of his championship belt.
Dash Diaz:
“Counter his style? Elena, I don’t counter—I dictate. Kaneda thinks he’s stepping into a wrestling match, but what he doesn’t realize is, he’s stepping into a fight with a guy who’s not afraid to throw everything on the line to win. I’ve studied him, I’ve trained harder than ever, and I’ve got the skills, the speed, and the heart to beat him. This isn’t just about defending a title—it’s about defending my legacy.”
The crowd pops loudly, their support echoing through the arena. Diaz looks directly into the camera, his intensity palpable.
Dash Diaz:
“Kaneda, you made it personal in Japan, and now you’ve got to face me on my turf. Tonight, you’ll find out why they call me ‘the Standard.’ So bring your A-game, because I promise you—by the time this night is over, you’re gonna wish you stayed in Tokyo.”
Diaz adjusts the championship on his shoulder and nods confidently, his eyes blazing with determination.
Elena Cruz:
“There you have it—Dash Diaz is fired up and ready to defend his IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship against Katsuhiro Kaneda. Can he overcome one of his toughest challenges yet? Stay tuned!”
Diaz flashes his signature smirk before walking off, leaving Elena Cruz to send it back to the action.
IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Dash Diaz (c) vs. Katsuhiro Kaneda
Ringside
The Real Standard
The scene is pure chaos. The match is over, and the crowd inside the Barclays Center is deafening with boos. Katsuhiro Kaneda stands tall in the middle of the ring, his cold, stoic expression a stark contrast to the jeering fans. In his hands, he holds both the RSPW Junior Heavyweight Championship and the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship, lifting them high into the air like trophies of war.
Below him lies the broken and battered body of Dash Diaz, the fan-favorite who gave everything he had but fell short. Diaz clutches his ribs, barely moving, as medical personnel cautiously approach the ring, unsure if Kaneda will allow them to tend to the fallen champion.
The arena is bathed in the eerie red glow of Kaneda’s entrance lighting, as his theme music pounds ominously through the speakers. The boos grow louder, mixed with scattered chants of “DASH! DASH!” as the fans rally behind their defeated hero.
Johnny Kaos (Commentary):
“I can’t believe what we just witnessed! Katsuhiro Kaneda has done the unthinkable—he’s walked into Project: Violence and left as a double champion! But at what cost?! Look at Dash Diaz!”
Zac Brindle (Commentary):
“This crowd is absolutely irate, and they have every right to be! Kaneda didn’t just beat Diaz—he humiliated him in front of his hometown fans! What a despicable display!”
Kaneda looks around at the seething crowd, his expression unchanging. He steps onto the chest of Dash Diaz, pressing down lightly as a final act of disrespect before raising the two championship belts again. The boos reach a fever pitch.
Suddenly, Kaneda looks directly into the camera, a sinister smirk finally breaking his stoic demeanor. He mouths a few words in Japanese, too quiet to be picked up by the mics but dripping with arrogance and venom.
Johnny Kaos:
“What’s he saying? Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s an apology!”
As Kaneda exits the ring, he holds both championships over his shoulders and walks slowly up the ramp, not once looking back at Diaz, who is being tended to by medics. The crowd continues to boo loudly, throwing insults and even a few pieces of trash in his direction. Kaneda reaches the top of the ramp and turns to face the ring, raising both belts one final time as pyro explodes behind him.
Zac Brindle:
“Katsuhiro Kaneda has stolen the soul of this arena tonight! Dash Diaz fought with everything he had, but Kaneda was just too much. Love him or hate him—and let’s be honest, it’s mostly hate—he’s now the reigning Junior Heavyweight Champion for two of the biggest championships in the world.”
Johnny Kaos:
“I don’t know how Dash Diaz comes back from this. But one thing’s for sure—Katsuhiro Kaneda isn’t just a champion. He’s a conqueror.”
The screen fades to black as the boos continue to echo through the arena, the image of Kaneda standing triumphant with two championships burned into the minds of every fan watching.
Backstage
Hate Eternal
*The camera cuts to the dimly lit locker room of Hate Eternal, where tension hangs heavy in the air. Anderson Alvarez, visibly seething, paces back and forth, still in his gear from earlier in the night. The now *former* P:V TV Champion glares at the wall, fists clenched, while Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, and Asume Sukeban sit nearby, watching him carefully.*
Anderson Alvarez:
“This is BULL! I had that match won! Stevie Rigg got lucky, and the next time I get my hands on him—”
Alvarez slams his fist into a locker, cutting himself off mid-sentence. The sound echoes through the room. Hate Watson, calm but calculating, stands up, the leader of the group exuding a quiet authority that demands attention.
Hate Watson:
“Enough.”
Alvarez turns to Watson, his anger not entirely cooled but tempered enough to listen. Watson steps closer, his icy gaze locking onto Alvarez.
Hate Watson:
“I get it. Losing stings. But you think we have time to sit here and sulk about it? No. We have bigger things to focus on right now.”
Watson glances around the room, his voice growing more intense with each word.
Hate Watson:
“Tonight, we keep what’s ours. The P:V Tag Team Championships stay with us. The Starr Brothers think they’re riding high after their little wins, but they’re about to learn what happens when you mess with Hate Eternal.”
Masashi Miike nods silently, his menacing presence speaking volumes. Asume Sukeban, leaning casually against the wall, smirks with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Hate Watson:
“And when that’s done? When we’ve crushed those little ‘stars’ and proven we’re the best damn faction in this company? Then we deal with Stevie Rigg. Then we remind him why Hate Eternal runs Project: Violence.”
Alvarez still looks angry, but a twisted smirk begins to form on his face. He nods, feeding off Watson’s conviction. Miike stands, cracking his knuckles, while Sukeban flips her hair with an air of dangerous confidence.
Hate Watson:
“This is a war, boys and girls. And wars aren’t won by whining about one battle. We regroup, we focus, and we destroy. That’s what Hate Eternal does.”
Watson turns to Alvarez, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Hate Watson:
“Your time will come again, Anderson. But for now, we have a message to send. Let’s make sure the Starr Brothers—and Stevie Rigg—never forget who we are.”
The group collectively nods, their unity unshaken despite Alvarez’s earlier loss. The camera lingers on their dark, determined faces before fading to black, leaving an ominous sense of dread for anyone who crosses their path tonight.
P:V Tag Team Championship Match
The Gutter Gods (c) vs. The Starr Brothers
Backstage
Spotlight
The camera opens backstage in a quiet corner of the arena. Ryujiro, the RSPW Heavyweight Champion, is warming up for his colossal match against Masafumi Satake. His movements are methodical, his focus unshakable as he throws sharp punches into the air and stretches his frame. The IPWA Heavyweight Championship opportunity looms, and the atmosphere is electric.
*Suddenly, a loud *CRACK* echoes through the hallway as a steel chair slams into Ryujiro’s back! The fans watching on the big screen gasp as the camera pans quickly to reveal none other than Katsuhiro Kaneda, the new IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion, standing over Ryujiro with a twisted, furious expression.*
Katsuhiro Kaneda:
“You think you can take MY moment?!”
Kaneda lifts the steel chair and slams it down again onto Ryujiro, who grunts in pain, collapsing onto the cold floor. Kaneda is relentless, raining down another brutal shot as officials and backstage personnel rush toward the scene, shouting for him to stop.
Katsuhiro Kaneda:
“I’m the one they should be talking about! Not you! Tonight is about ME, not you stealing the spotlight!”
Ryujiro tries to push himself up, but Kaneda plants a vicious boot to his ribs, sending the heavyweight champion back to the floor. Kaneda throws the chair to the side, panting with rage as the officials finally pull him away, shouting at him to leave. Kaneda smirks, backing away with his hands raised mockingly, still shouting.
Katsuhiro Kaneda:
“Stay out of my way, Ryujiro! Or next time, I’ll put you down for good!”
The officials kneel by Ryujiro, checking on him as he grimaces in pain but starts to sit up, determination still burning in his eyes despite the assault. The camera captures Kaneda walking off down the hallway, his IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship slung arrogantly over his shoulder, leaving chaos in his wake.
The screen fades to black as the commentators’ voices rise over the scene, expressing disbelief and outrage at Kaneda’s actions.
Backstage
My Legacy
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands with the reigning P:V Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia. The Spanish Ace looks sharp with the P:V Heavyweight Championship slung confidently over his shoulder, but his expression is a mix of frustration and determination.
Elena Cruz:
“Adam, the wrestling world is buzzing as you prepare to defend your P:V Heavyweight Championship tonight against Elijah Drake. But there’s still one question on everyone’s mind—were you the one who attacked Drake when the lights went out last week?”
Garcia exhales sharply, adjusting the title on his shoulder, his frustration evident as he leans into the microphone.
Adam Garcia:
“Let me make this clear, Elena—absolutely not. I had nothing to do with that attack. Last week, while everyone’s imaginations were running wild, I wasn’t even in the arena. I was busy celebrating my 21st birthday with my family and friends. That’s the truth.”
The fans react to this revelation with a mix of disbelief and cheers, as Garcia’s passion starts to shine through.
Adam Garcia:
“I don’t need to jump anyone from behind to make a statement. That’s not who I am. Elijah Drake is running his mouth, pointing fingers at me, but I get it. He’s desperate. He’s hyping himself up because he knows tonight is the biggest match of his life. And you know what? I respect that. I respect the man’s legacy.”
Garcia pauses, his tone shifting to one of fire and conviction.
Adam Garcia:
“But let’s talk about my legacy. I’ve been fighting tooth and nail to prove that I’m the best damn champion P:V has ever seen. I’ve taken on every challenger, faced every obstacle, and tonight is no different. Whether Elijah Drake likes it or not, this is my time. My era. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone take this title from me.”
Garcia adjusts the Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder, his fiery gaze locked onto the camera.
Adam Garcia:
“Elijah, I don’t care what you believe about last week. The only thing that matters is what happens tonight. When that bell rings, I’m going to show you—and the world—why I’m the Spanish Ace and why this title isn’t going anywhere.”
He storms off, leaving Elena Cruz looking after him as the camera focuses on her thoughtful expression.
Elena Cruz:
“There you have it, the P:V Heavyweight Champion denying any involvement in last week’s attack and vowing to defend his title and his legacy tonight. Back to you, Zac and Johnny.”
The scene cuts back to the arena, the anticipation for the main event growing stronger.
IPWA Heavyweight Championship Match
Masafumi Satake (c) vs. Ryuijiro
Ringside
A Champions Respect
The Barclays Center is on its feet as the bell rings, signalling the end of a gruelling IPWA Heavyweight Championship match. Masafumi Satake stands tall in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory by the referee. Despite his triumph, his expression is tinged with respect and concern as he looks down at his opponent, the battered and bruised RSPW Heavyweight Champion, Ryujiro, who sits against the ropes, clearly still reeling from the earlier backstage attack by Katsuhiro Kaneda.
The crowd cheers loudly for both men, appreciating the hard-fought battle despite the circumstances. Satake retrieves his championship belt and slings it over his shoulder before helping Ryujiro to his feet. The two champions exchange a quiet moment of respect as Satake raises a microphone to his lips.
Masafumi Satake:
“Ryujiro… tonight, we stepped into this ring as champions, as competitors, and as representatives of our companies. You gave me a fight worthy of this title, but let’s be honest… you were not at 100%.”
The crowd boos in acknowledgment of the earlier attack, chanting, “Kaneda sucks! Kaneda sucks!” Ryujiro winces but nods in agreement, acknowledging his compromised condition.
Masafumi Satake:
“What happened backstage was dishonorable, and it robbed us of the match we both deserved to have. I don’t want this victory to leave any doubt in anyone’s mind. Ryujiro, you deserve better than that.”
The crowd pops as Satake steps closer to Ryujiro and offers a respectful bow before extending his hand.
Masafumi Satake:
“So here’s my promise to you. When you’re ready—when you’re at full strength—you and I will do this again. No distractions. No excuses. Just two champions, one ring, and one answer to the question: who is the best?”
Ryujiro looks at Satake, the fatigue and frustration evident on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he shakes Satake’s hand firmly, drawing a huge cheer from the crowd. Satake raises Ryujiro’s hand alongside his own, acknowledging the respect between the two warriors.
The crowd chants, “Thank you, Ryujiro!” and “Satake! Satake!” as the two champions stand together in the ring. Ryujiro pats Satake on the shoulder before exiting the ring, leaving the spotlight to the IPWA Heavyweight Champion.
Satake raises the title high above his head, the crowd roaring in approval as his music hits. The camera lingers on Satake, the embodiment of honor and sportsmanship, as he vows to deliver the match the fans—and Ryujiro—deserve.
The scene fades out with the crowd continuing to chant in appreciation for both men.
Vignette
Soon, Sooner than you Think
The screen fades in from black to a dimly lit gym, the sound of heavy breathing and clinking metal filling the space. The camera slowly pans to show Caleb Knox in the middle of the room, drenched in sweat, his muscles taut as he lifts a massive set of weights with focused determination. The words “Iron Heart” appear on screen, followed by a brief flash of him training in a ring, executing powerful slams and precision holds.
Narrator (voiceover):
“In a world where champions are forged in the crucible of adversity, there’s one name that has become synonymous with sheer willpower and relentless spirit: Caleb Knox.”
Cut to a close-up of Caleb’s eyes, a steely resolve behind them. He drops the weights with a thud, the echo bouncing off the walls. His breathing is ragged, but he doesn’t stop; he glares at the camera, his face a mixture of grit and focus.
Caleb Knox (spoken with conviction):
“Every time I step into that ring, I don’t just fight for victory—I fight to prove that when the odds are stacked against you, when the pain is at its peak, the heart is what defines you. I don’t back down, not when it’s easy, not when it’s hard, and not when no one else believes you can. I am Iron Heart, and I’m not here to take part. I’m here to take over.”
The scene shifts to flashes of Caleb’s most intense moments: countering a suplex with a brutal powerbomb, roaring in triumph after a grueling match, and training at the crack of dawn. The voiceover continues, building tension.
Narrator (voiceover):
“From the heart of Denver to the brightest lights of the wrestling world, one thing is certain. The strength, the dedication, the iron will—it’s all about to meet its ultimate test.”
Caleb takes a deep breath, clenching his fists as the screen goes black and the words “Sooner than you think” flash in bold letters.
Narrator (voiceover):
“Caleb Knox. The Iron Heart. Your new obsession. He’s coming. And when he does, you’ll know the true meaning of relentless.”
The screen fades to black, leaving only the echo of the weights clinking, as the final message lingers in the mind of the audience.
P:V Heavyweight Championship Match
Adam Garcia (c) vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
Be Afraid of the Dark
The arena is buzzing with energy as Adam Garcia stands in the ring, the P:V Heavyweight Championship belt glinting under the bright lights. He breathes heavily, eyes fixed on the fallen Elijah Drake, who is slowly beginning to rise to his knees, his face a mix of frustration and determination.
Zac Brindle (commentating): “What a match! Adam Garcia has retained on a time limit draw just when it looked like he was down and out, but it looks like Elijah Drake isn’t finished yet. These two warriors are staring each other down—there’s unfinished business here.”
Johnny Kaos: “Drake’s not just angry at Garcia. He’s angry at himself for not securing his legacy. You can feel the tension; it’s about to boil over!”
The tension is palpable as both men stand in the ring, locked in a fierce stare. Just as the air grows heavier and it seems like they might strike, the entire arena suddenly plunges into darkness. The fans erupt in a mix of gasps and murmurs, searching for answers.
Zac Brindle: “What the hell? The lights are out! What’s going on here?!”
A low, eerie silence envelops the arena. Footsteps echo, each step sending a shiver down the spines of the audience. A spotlight suddenly flickers to life, casting a narrow beam on the center of the ring where Adam Garcia and Elijah Drake are laid out, sprawled in a heap of exhaustion and defeat. Standing over them, illuminated by the spotlight, is none other than Caleb Knox, his signature “Iron Heart” logo glowing behind him on the big screen.
Johnny Kaos (in shock): “No… it can’t be. Caleb Knox is here, and he’s standing tall over two of the greatest champions we’ve ever seen!”
The crowd erupts into a mix of awe and disbelief, some cheering wildly, others in stunned silence as Knox surveys the ring with an intense, steely gaze. He drops down to one knee beside Garcia and Drake, staring into the camera with an expression of fierce determination.
Zac Brindle: “Caleb Knox is here, and it looks like the Iron Heart is ready to make an impact! What does this mean for the P:V Heavyweight Championship? What does it mean for Adam Garcia and Elijah Drake?”
Knox stands up slowly, clenching his fists and looking down at the two fallen warriors. He raises his hand high, the crowd’s anticipation swelling as they wait for what comes next. The arena’s lights flicker back to full brightness, but the tension remains thick, the air electric with the promise of what’s to come.
Johnny Kaos: “Caleb Knox has arrived, and I don’t think Adam Garcia or Elijah Drake will ever be the same again.”
As the crowd erupts into chants for Knox, the scene fades out, leaving fans around the world buzzing with questions and anticipation about what this new arrival means for the future of Project: Violence.
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