P:V Uprising 102
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Amway Center, Orlando, Florida
14th December 2024
The camera pans across the packed Amway Center in Orlando, Florida, where the fans are on their feet, roaring with excitement. The pyro explodes across the stage, and the energy in the arena is electric. A bold graphic flashes on the screen: P:V UPRISING 102. The camera cuts to the commentators’ table, where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos sit ready to call the action.
Zac Brindle: “Welcome to another unforgettable night of Project: Violence Uprising! We are live from the Amway Center in sunny Orlando, Florida, and folks, the fallout from the past few weeks has brought us to the boiling point!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! Adam Garcia, our P:V Heavyweight Champion, is still sidelined thanks to the vicious attack by Caleb Knox last week. And tonight, that lunatic gets his first taste of the legendary Elijah Drake in the main event!”
Zac Brindle: “Elijah Drake has been fighting tooth and nail to cement his legacy, but with Adam Garcia out of action, Drake’s focus shifts to the man responsible—‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox. It’s going to be a battle for the ages!”
Johnny Kaos: “And that’s not all! We’re kicking things off tonight with championship gold on the line. The new P:V Tag Team Champions, the Starr Brothers, are putting their titles up against the unpredictable duo of Rebel Society! Darren and Simon Starr claim they’re the best tag team in the business, but Rebel Society is out to prove them wrong.”
Zac Brindle: “The stakes couldn’t be higher, Johnny. With everything that’s happened recently—from Caleb Knox turning this place upside down, to the Starr Brothers walking out of Uprising 100 as champions—the landscape of Project: Violence is shifting before our eyes.”
Johnny Kaos: “And let’s not forget what’s at stake for the entire locker room. Everyone is on edge with Knox running wild, Drake hungry for redemption, and every competitor clawing their way to the top. This is Uprising, baby, and anything can happen!”
The camera pans over the raucous crowd again as the opening match is announced.
Zac Brindle: “Let’s not wait a second longer! The P:V Tag Team Championships are on the line as the Starr Brothers defend against Rebel Society! Let’s get this show started!”
The fans roar as the screen transitions to the ring, where Rebel Society’s music hits, signaling the start of an action-packed night.
Tag Team Championship Match
The Starr Brothers vs. Rebel Society
Backstage
Chaos
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where the intimidating presence of ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox looms as he strides confidently through the hallway. His trademark smirk is plastered across his face as backstage staff nervously glance at him and quickly avert their eyes. The tension is palpable, and Knox seems to revel in it.
Suddenly, James Von Drake, the no-nonsense General Manager, storms into the scene, his face red with anger. He points a finger at Knox, halting him in his tracks.
James Von Drake: “Knox! You think this is some kind of game? You think you can just waltz in here, take out my Heavyweight Champion, and leave this company in chaos?”
Caleb Knox (smirking): “Chaos, huh? You say that like it’s a bad thing, boss.”
Von Drake steps closer, visibly seething as he tries to contain his frustration.
James Von Drake: “I don’t care who you are or what your ‘Iron Heart’ nonsense is about. Adam Garcia is my champion, and you sidelining him jeopardizes my main event scene. You’re already on thin ice, Knox. You step out of line again, and I’ll make sure it’s the last time you ever set foot in a P:V ring!”
Knox lets out a low chuckle, unfazed by Von Drake’s threats. He leans in slightly, his voice dripping with mockery.
Caleb Knox: “Careful, Von Drake. You wouldn’t want to make an enemy out of me. That wouldn’t end well… for you.”
Von Drake’s expression hardens, and he motions to a group of security guards standing nearby.
James Von Drake: “You think I’m intimidated? Think again. Security, escort him to his locker room. And Knox, you don’t leave until it’s time for your match. Do I make myself clear?”
The security guards step forward, surrounding Knox, who raises his hands mockingly as if to surrender.
Caleb Knox (smirking): “Crystal clear, boss. But don’t forget… you’re the one who just put yourself on my radar.”
The tension in the air thickens as Knox is escorted away, still smirking at Von Drake’s fury. The camera lingers on Von Drake, who watches Knox disappear down the hall, his jaw clenched as he mutters under his breath.
James Von Drake: “That man’s a damn powder keg… and it’s about to blow.”
The screen fades out, leaving the audience with an ominous sense of foreboding about what’s to come.
Single Match
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Steven Love
Backstage
Big Mouth
The scene opens with Elena Cruz standing in the backstage interview area, microphone in hand. Beside her stands a visibly frustrated yet determined Dash Diaz, his body language radiating the toll of the last few weeks. Despite his struggles, the young star’s fire remains intact.
Elena Cruz: “Dash, the past few weeks have been tough for you. Losing the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship to Katsuhiro Kaneda and falling short against Elijah Drake last week have no doubt been difficult. How are you feeling, and where do you go from here?”
Diaz sighs, running a hand through his hair before speaking. His voice is steady, but there’s an edge of emotion beneath the surface.
Dash Diaz: “Elena, I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t been rough. Losing the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship, in what was supposed to be the biggest moment of my career, was a gut punch. And then last week, stepping into the ring with a legend like Elijah Drake, I had the chance to prove myself, to bounce back, and I came up short again.”
He pauses, looking down for a moment before locking eyes with the camera.
Dash Diaz: “But here’s the thing: setbacks don’t define me. It’s how I respond to them that matters. I’m not the type to sit around and wallow in self-pity. Every loss, every stumble—it’s all fuel. It’s all a lesson. Kaneda, Drake, they taught me something about what it takes to be at the top, and I’m going to use that.”
Elena nods, sensing the passion in his words.
Elena Cruz: “So what’s next for Dash Diaz? How do you plan to bounce back from these challenges?”
Dash Diaz: “What’s next? What’s next is me reminding everyone why I’m here in the first place. I’ve faced some of the best in the world, and I’m still standing. I’ve still got the fight in me. Tonight, tomorrow, next week—it doesn’t matter. I’m coming back stronger. And when I get my next big opportunity, I promise you, Elena, I won’t let it slip through my fingers again.”
Diaz straightens up, his determination shining through as the intensity in his voice grows.
Dash Diaz: “To anyone watching this backstage, to anyone in that locker room: Dash Diaz isn’t going anywhere. I’m still here, and I’m still fighting. Kaneda, Drake, or anyone else—I’ll see you again. And next time, the story’s going to end a little differently.”
Suddenly, the camera pans slightly to reveal Darrell Robles walking into the scene, flanked by his smirking manager, Hellbender. Robles claps mockingly, clearly unimpressed.
Darrell Robles: “Wow, what a speech. Inspirational stuff, Dash. Really. It’s almost enough to make me forget how much of a loser you’ve been lately.”
Hellbender chuckles, adding fuel to the fire.
Hellbender: “You can talk all you want about coming back stronger, but the truth is, you’re just another pretty face who crumbles when it matters. And everyone knows it.”
Diaz’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down.
Dash Diaz: “You’ve got a lot to say for someone who’s only relevant because of their mouthpiece. How about you put your money where your mouth is, Robles? You and me, in the ring. Right now.”
The crowd in the arena, watching on the big screen, erupts in cheers. Robles and Hellbender exchange a quick glance, clearly not expecting the challenge. Robles smirks arrogantly.
Darrell Robles: “You want to embarrass yourself again? Fine by me. Let’s go, Dash. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you’re flat on your back looking up at greatness.”
Robles steps closer, but Hellbender pulls him back with a sly grin.
Hellbender: “Don’t keep us waiting, Diaz. The ring’s calling your name—if you’re brave enough to show up.”
Diaz doesn’t flinch, locking eyes with Robles before turning to Elena with a determined nod.
Dash Diaz: “Interview’s over, Elena. I’ve got a match to win.”
Diaz storms off toward the ring, leaving Robles and Hellbender laughing as the camera cuts back to the commentators hyping the impromptu match.
Single Match
Darrell Robles vs. Dash Diaz
Backstage
Target Rush
The camera cuts to the dimly lit locker room of Gabriel Cross, Boyd Jackson, and Maverick Matthews. Jackson and Matthews are seated on a bench, taping up their wrists and discussing strategy for their upcoming six-man tag team match. Meanwhile, Cross, clad in his elaborate white ring gear, stands in front of a mirror, adjusting his cloak with a self-satisfied smirk.
Boyd Jackson: (focused) “Alright, we’ve got Wolfe, Rush, and Stone tonight. Wolfe’s the veteran; he’ll be trying to keep things steady for his team. Stone’s fast, and Rush… well, he’s emotional. That’s their weak spot.”
Maverick Matthews: (nodding) “Exactly. Stick to the plan, keep them isolated. We take out their rhythm, and this match is ours.”
As Jackson and Matthews strategize, Cross scoffs loudly, turning away from the mirror and addressing them with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Gabriel Cross: “Oh, spare me the over-analysis. We don’t need a game plan to deal with a bunch of nobodies.”
Jackson raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond immediately. Matthews frowns, clearly annoyed by Cross’s arrogance.
Maverick Matthews: (stern) “This isn’t just about showing off, Cross. We need to win tonight. That’s what matters.”
Gabriel Cross: (chuckling) “Oh, I’ll win. But what really matters is making sure that hypocrite Teddy Rush finally learns his place.”
Cross steps closer, his tone growing more venomous.
Gabriel Cross: “Rush likes to parade around with his ‘fight for everyone’ nonsense, acting like he’s some kind of hero. It’s pathetic. Tonight, I’m going to expose him for the fraud he is. Every time I see his face, it makes me sick. He doesn’t belong in the same ring as me, let alone the same industry.”
Jackson and Matthews exchange a glance, sensing Cross’s obsession is clouding his focus.
Boyd Jackson: (calm but firm) “Look, Gabriel, you can embarrass Rush all you want, but don’t let it distract you. We’re a team tonight. Keep your head in the match.”
Maverick Matthews: (agreeing) “Exactly. Wolfe and Stone aren’t pushovers, either. If we don’t work together, this could go sideways fast.”
Cross rolls his eyes and adjusts the ornate cross hanging around his neck.
Gabriel Cross: “Fine, fine. Teamwork, unity, all that nonsense. Don’t worry, gentlemen, I’ll be there to help. But don’t expect me to pass up an opportunity to humiliate Teddy Rush. After all, what’s the point of victory if it doesn’t come with a little divine retribution?”
He smirks arrogantly, walking past his teammates and out of the locker room, leaving Jackson and Matthews shaking their heads.
Boyd Jackson: (grumbling) “That guy’s gonna get us all in trouble one day.”
Maverick Matthews: (sighing) “Let’s just make sure we win tonight. Maybe that’ll shut him up.”
The camera lingers on the two as they resume their preparations, their frustration with Cross palpable. The scene then cuts to the arena, where the crowd is buzzing for the match.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Bernard Wolfe, Teddy Rush & Rex Stone vs. Gabriel Cross, Boyd Jackson & Maverick Matthews
Backstage
Challenger?
The camera cuts to Elena Cruz, standing in the interview area with a vibrant smile. Beside her is the reigning TV Champion, Stevie Rigg, proudly holding his championship belt over his shoulder.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the Television Champion, Stevie Rigg! Stevie, congratulations on your recent victory to capture the title. The question on everyone’s mind is: what’s next for you as champion?”
Rigg adjusts the title belt on his shoulder, grinning confidently.
Stevie Rigg: “Thanks, Elena. You know, winning this belt was just the first step. Now it’s about proving I’m the kind of champion that can take on all challengers. Whoever steps up—”
Before Rigg can finish, a sharp voice cuts through the air. Enter Katya Roux, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent as she walks into the frame. Beside her looms the imposing, masked figure of Midas, his silent presence alone exuding menace.
Katya Roux: “Oh, spare us the empty promises, Rigg. All challengers? Is that so? Then why hasn’t Midas had his chance yet?”
Rigg raises an eyebrow, sizing up the mute Egyptian monster with mock skepticism.
Stevie Rigg: (smirking) “Midas, huh? I don’t know, Katya. Is he even good enough to hang with the TV champ? He doesn’t exactly scream ‘contender’ to me.”
Roux’s expression darkens, her voice dripping with disdain.
Katya Roux: “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, Stevie. Midas doesn’t need words to prove his dominance. Actions speak louder, and his actions in the ring tonight against Chopper Anderson will leave no doubt. You better be watching closely, Champion, because once he’s done with Anderson, I expect you to do what’s right and give him his deserved shot.”
Midas steps closer, towering over Rigg, who doesn’t back down but maintains his cocky demeanor.
Stevie Rigg: (grinning) “Alright, Katya. I’ll bite. I’ll keep an eye on your boy. But just so you know, this title isn’t going anywhere. If Midas wants a shot, he better bring his A-game.”
Katya Roux: (coldly) “Oh, Stevie, you’ll regret underestimating him. Watch closely… and prepare to lose your crown.”
Roux glares at Rigg for a moment before gesturing to Midas, who follows her out of the frame. Rigg watches them go, his confidence unshaken but his curiosity piqued.
Elena Cruz: “Stevie, do you think Midas could be a real threat?”
Stevie Rigg: (shrugging with a grin) “Threat? Maybe. But I’ve taken on threats before, and guess what? I’m still standing. Let’s see what the big guy’s got.”
With that, Rigg adjusts his championship on his shoulder and walks off, leaving the camera to fade back to the arena as the anticipation for Midas’s match against Chopper Anderson builds.
Single Match
Midas vs. Chopper Anderson
Backstage
Putting an End to the Chaos
The camera cuts to Elena Cruz standing in the interview area, her microphone in hand. Beside her is the legendary and intense Elijah Drake, his demeanor calm but his eyes burning with focus. The crowd in the arena cheers loudly as his name appears on the screen.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the one and only Elijah Drake, who tonight steps into the ring with the man who has sent shockwaves through P:V since his debut—‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox. Elijah, this isn’t just any match. Caleb Knox has been tearing through anyone in his path, even sidelining Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia. Why do you believe you’re the one who can stop him?”
Drake rubs his beard thoughtfully before leaning into the microphone, his voice steady and confident.
Elijah Drake: “Why? Because someone has to, Elena. Caleb Knox might be the hottest thing in P:V right now, but all he’s done is run his mouth and attack people when they least expect it. That doesn’t make you a monster—it makes you a coward. And if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s someone who thinks they can walk in here and bypass everything I’ve fought for.”
The crowd roars at Drake’s passionate words, their respect for the veteran palpable.
Elijah Drake: “I’ve faced the best this business has to offer—Adam Garcia, Bernard Wolfe, you name them, I’ve fought them. I know what it takes to stand toe-to-toe with greatness and come out on top. Caleb Knox? He’s just another hungry kid looking to make a name. But tonight? He’s about to find out why you don’t use Elijah Drake as your stepping stone.”
Elena Cruz: “Knox has been described as relentless and almost unstoppable in his matches. Do you feel any added pressure going into this bout, knowing what’s at stake?”
Drake shakes his head, a smirk crossing his face.
Elijah Drake: “Pressure? Nah, Elena. Pressure is fighting for survival when nobody in this business gives you a shot. Pressure is putting the entire company on your back and delivering every single time. What Knox is bringing tonight? That’s not pressure—that’s a challenge. And I love a challenge.”
Drake takes a step closer to the camera, his tone growing more serious.
Elijah Drake: “Tonight isn’t just about stopping Knox’s so-called reign of destruction. It’s about proving to him and everyone else that you don’t skip the line in this business. If he wants to be a star, he’s got to earn it. And trust me, when he steps in the ring with me tonight, he’s going to learn what it means to be in a real fight.”
The crowd erupts into cheers as Drake stands tall, his confidence unwavering.
Elena Cruz: “Elijah, any final message for Caleb Knox before you meet him in the ring tonight?”
Elijah Drake: (staring into the camera) “Knox, you want to make a name for yourself? Good. Tonight, you get your shot. But understand this—you’re stepping into my world now. And when that bell rings, you’ll find out why the name Elijah Drake still strikes fear into men like you. See you out there, kid.”
Drake nods to Elena, adjusts his jacket, and walks off with purpose, leaving the camera on Cruz, who looks equally impressed and inspired by his words. The segment fades out as the energy in the arena continues to build.
Backstage
One Week
The camera follows Masafumi Satake, the IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, as he strides purposefully through the backstage area. Dressed sharply in a tailored suit with the championship belt slung over his shoulder, he emanates quiet authority. He stops at the door of General Manager James Von Drake’s office and knocks firmly before entering.
Inside, Von Drake is seated at his desk, papers scattered everywhere, looking visibly stressed. He glances up as Satake enters, his expression shifting to one of forced composure.
James Von Drake: (sighing) “Satake, just the man I wanted to see. What can I do for you?”
Masafumi Satake: (calmly) “You know why I’m here, Von Drake. I’ve defended this title against all comers, but I need to know—who is next?”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples. He exhales slowly before responding.
James Von Drake: “Listen, I know you’re looking for a big fight, and trust me, I’m working on it. But you’ve seen what’s been going on lately. Knox running rampant, Garcia out injured, Drake and Diaz tearing it up… things are chaotic right now.”
Satake raises an eyebrow, his expression unwavering.
Masafumi Satake: “Chaos is no excuse. I am the IPWA International Heavyweight Champion. This title demands competition. If you cannot find me a challenger, I will go out there and issue an open challenge myself.”
Von Drake sits up quickly, holding up a hand to calm Satake down.
James Von Drake: “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I hear you, Satake. And I promise—I’ll deliver. Someone big, someone worthy of stepping into the ring with you. Just give me a little more time to finalize it.”
Satake narrows his eyes, studying Von Drake for a moment before nodding slightly.
Masafumi Satake: “You have one week, Von Drake. I expect an answer.”
With that, Satake adjusts his championship belt and turns to leave the office. Von Drake watches him go, visibly relieved but still stressed, muttering to himself as the door closes behind the champion.
James Von Drake: (under his breath) “One week… great. No pressure.”
The camera lingers on Von Drake’s anxious face before fading out.
Single Match
Caleb Knox vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
The Winds of Change
The bell rings, signaling the end of a brutal main event. The crowd is in a stunned silence as ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox stands tall over a battered and bloodied Elijah Drake, who lies motionless on the canvas. The referee hesitates before raising Knox’s hand in victory, only for Knox to yank it away, demanding a microphone. The fans erupt into loud boos as Knox paces the ring, a sinister smirk on his face.
Caleb Knox: (mocking tone) “This… this is your legend?!”
He gestures down at Elijah Drake’s broken body as the boos grow louder. Knox kneels briefly beside Drake, staring at him with contempt, before rising to his feet again.
Caleb Knox: “Elijah Drake, the man you all cheer for, the man you call a hero. This is what happens to your heroes when they step in the ring with me. They fall. Just like your so-called champion, Adam Garcia.”
The fans begin chanting “You suck!” as Knox glares out into the crowd.
Caleb Knox: “Oh, you don’t like that? Tough. Because whether you admit it or not, I’m the change that P:V desperately needs. I didn’t just beat Elijah Drake tonight—I ended him. And Garcia? He’s a fraud, a paper champion! He didn’t even have the guts to show up tonight because of what I did to him last week.”
Knox moves to the ropes, leaning over them as he glares directly into the camera.
Caleb Knox: “Let’s stop wasting time. Crown me the Heavyweight Champion right now. Drake doesn’t deserve it. Garcia doesn’t deserve it. Hell, none of them deserve it. I’ve proven I’m the best. I’ve proven I’m unstoppable. So, go ahead—hand me the gold, because this company isn’t big enough for me to keep waiting!”
*The crowd showers Knox with deafening boos, but he stands unfazed, soaking in the hatred like fuel. He tosses the microphone down with a loud *thud* and raises his arms in triumph over Drake’s fallen body. The camera zooms in on Knox’s cold, defiant expression as the screen fades to black.*
Zac Brindle: (on commentary) “Love him or hate him, Caleb Knox just sent another chilling message to the entire roster!”
Johnny Kaos: “He’s dangerous, Zac, and honestly? He might be right—who can stop this guy?”
The screen fades to the P:V logo as the crowd continues to jeer, and the show goes off the air.
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