P:V Uprising 123
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 31st May 2025
[“Dead Don’t Die” by NOBRO plays over the opening video montage, highlighting the fallout from PV Ascension 2025: Masafumi Satake holding both championship belts aloft, Caleb Knox locking in his brutal submission to win the Ascension Tournament, Adam Garcia forcing Elijah Drake to tap, and the Anarchy Alliance reclaiming tag team gold. We cut live to the electric Crimson Club Casino Arena as fireworks light up the stage and the crowd roars with anticipation.]
Zac Brindle:
Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to a brand new chapter in the most violent saga in pro wrestling! This is PV UPRISING 123, and we are LIVE from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey—exclusively on the Sanctioned Violence Network!
Johnny Kaos:
Ascension 2025 is in the books, and what a night it was, Zac. New champions were crowned, old grudges exploded, and the landscape of Project: Violence may never be the same again!
Zac Brindle:
And with Dance of the Damned just two months away, the road begins tonight. We’ve got Midas making his first TV Championship defense against Teddy Rush, Dash Diaz looking for revenge on the now-turned James Mendoza, and a wild tag team brawl between The Legion and the Rebel Society!
Johnny Kaos:
Not to mention Bernard Wolfe squaring off with Boyd Jackson, and rising star Rex Stone stepping up against Steven Love. Every match tonight could shift the rankings in a big way, and after what we saw at Ascension, nobody is safe!
Zac Brindle:
The champions have targets. The challengers are circling. And the fallout from Ascension is just beginning. Buckle up folks—this is Project: Violence, and it’s time to UPRISE!
[“Dead Don’t Die” kicks back in as the camera pans over the rowdy Atlantic City crowd, signs waving and chants echoing through the arena as the first match prepares to begin…]
Ringside
The heavy, pounding instrumental of “Unbreakable” by Fire From the Gods hits the PA system as the arena floods with boos. Emerging from the curtain in a black sleeveless hoodie and cold stare is none other than “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox. Slung over his shoulder is the gleaming Ascension Tournament trophy, and around his waist—nothing yet, but his eyes make it clear that’s going to change.
Zac Brindle:
Here comes the man who went through hell last week to win the Ascension Tournament—Caleb Knox. Love him or hate him, you have to respect what this guy did at the PPV.
Johnny Kaos:
Sure, he earned it… but he didn’t win any friends doing it, Zac. Cold, calculated, ruthless. Caleb Knox is all business.
Knox slides into the ring, takes a microphone from ringside, and places the tournament trophy proudly on a pedestal in the center of the ring. The crowd rains down heat as he raises a hand to hush them.
Caleb Knox:
Last week… I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I outlasted everyone. I broke the will of every man who stood across from me. And now—he taps the trophy—this proves it.
I am the 2025 Ascension Tournament winner. And with that, comes a guarantee: a shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship.
The crowd pops slightly at the mention of the title, chanting “Sa-ta-ke!”
Caleb Knox:
You can chant for your hero all you want. It doesn’t change what’s coming. Masafumi Satake…
Knox leans in toward the hard cam, his voice low and focused.
Caleb Knox:
I’m not waiting. I’m not playing games. I’m making it official—at Dance of the Damned, I am cashing in this opportunity. You. Me. For the Project: Violence Heavyweight Championship.
The fans boo loudly as Knox nods with conviction.
Caleb Knox:
You’ve had your moment. You’ve made your speeches. But this isn’t about pride. This isn’t about honor. This is about survival—and nobody survives when Iron Heart is locked in.
With that, Knox drops the mic, shoots one final glance at the crowd, and exits the ring without another word. He lifts the Ascension trophy high at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Johnny Kaos:
Well there it is, Zac—official challenge laid down! Caleb Knox is coming for Masafumi Satake at Dance of the Damned!
Zac Brindle:
The champion’s road just got a lot more dangerous. Satake may have heart, but Knox is made of iron—and he wants the gold.
The camera lingers on Knox’s stoic face as the screen fades to black.
Backstage
Cherry Bordeaux and Henry Steele stride confidently toward the arena entrance, flanked by none other than James Mendoza — the man who shocked everyone last week by turning on Dash Diaz and aligning himself with Steele and Cherry. The trio is all smiles, clearly enjoying the moment.
Cherry Bordeaux (laughing as she walks):
Well, well, well… James Mendoza. Never thought I’d see the day you’d turn your back on Dash Diaz, but I gotta say—it’s been the smartest move you’ve made in a long time.
James Mendoza smirks, lighting a cigarette as he walks.
James Mendoza:
Smart is what I do, Cherry. Dash was soft. Couldn’t see the bigger picture. Now? I’m right where I belong.
Henry Steele (grinning):
And tonight, James, you get to show him exactly what happens when you betray your own. No mercy. No second chances.
Cherry turns to Mendoza with a sly smile.
Cherry Bordeaux:
I can’t wait to see you destroy Dash once and for all in that main event tonight. It’s your time to shine—and I’ll be right there, making sure you stay on top.
James exhales smoke and nods, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
James Mendoza:
Tonight, Dash’s world comes crashing down. And there’s nothing he can do about it.
The trio shares a dark laugh as they enter the arena, the camera cutting away as their confident footsteps fade.
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Steven Love
Backstage
Elena Cruz:
Dash! Last week shocked everyone when your longtime friend James Mendoza turned his back on you and sided with Henry Steele and Cherry Bordeaux. How are you feeling heading into tonight’s main event where you face him one-on-one?
Dash Diaz: (takes a deep breath, steady voice)
Yeah, Elena… that betrayal hit hard. James wasn’t just a friend — he was my brother in this business. But you learn fast in this world — loyalty can disappear in an instant.
Dash Diaz: (clenching his fists)
Tonight, it’s not just about winning a match. It’s about showing everyone, especially James, that I’m not the one who’s weak. He made his choice. Now I’m gonna make mine — and it starts with beating him in that ring.
Elena Cruz:
It’s definitely personal now. What message do you have for Mendoza?
Dash Diaz: (smirks slightly)
Tell him this: I’m still standing. And I’m coming for everything he’s got.
Elena Cruz:
Thanks, Dash. Good luck out there tonight.
Dash nods, eyes locked on the camera with fierce determination as the segment fades out.
Tag Team Match
The Legion vs. The Rebel Society
Backstage
[Elena Cruz corners Teddy Rush, who’s stretching and mentally preparing for his upcoming TV Championship match.]
Elena Cruz:
Teddy, you’re about to face Midas for the TV Championship — a huge opportunity. What’s going through your mind right now?
Teddy Rush: (smiles confidently)
Elena, it’s always tough stepping into the ring with Midas. He’s got that silent, deadly vibe, and he’s no stranger to holding this title. But I’ve faced tough challenges before, and I’m ready for this one.
Teddy Rush:
I know what I have to do — bring everything I’ve got, stay sharp, and never back down. This championship means a lot, and I’m here to prove I deserve to hold it.
Elena Cruz:
Midas is known for his methodical style and his connection with Katya Roux. How are you preparing to counter that?
Teddy Rush:
I respect Midas — but respect doesn’t win matches. I’m staying focused on my strengths: speed, aggression, and heart. I’ll find my opening and take that title home tonight.
Elena Cruz:
Fans will be watching — what would winning the TV Title mean for you?
Teddy Rush:
It would be everything. A chance to step up, make my mark, and show the world I’m a champion. I’m ready for that moment.
Elena Cruz:
Thanks, Teddy. Good luck — the spotlight’s on you!
Teddy nods firmly, eyes blazing with determination, as the camera cuts away.
TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. Teddy Rush
Ringside
Midas stands tall in the center of the ring, clutching the TV Championship belt high above his head. Katya Roux is by his side, smirking confidently as the crowd boos loudly. Midas soaks in the jeers, his expression unreadable behind his mask.
Katya Roux: (grabbing a microphone)
Once again, the undisputed champion stands before you! Teddy Rush gave it his best, but the TV Title belongs to Midas — and don’t you forget it!
The boos grow louder as Midas raises the belt again, Katya circling him like a proud handler.
[CUT TO BACKSTAGE MONITOR]
Rex Stone watches intently, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as Midas and Katya celebrate. His demeanor is serious, a flicker of determination in his gaze as he leans forward, clearly plotting his next move.
The camera cuts back to the ring, where Midas and Katya continue their triumphant celebration as the crowd’s mixed reaction fills the arena.
Backstage
The office door swings open abruptly as the cocky Starr Brothers—Darren and Simon—stride in, their expressions full of frustration and entitlement. They don’t even wait to be invited before speaking.
Darren Starr:
Von Drake, we need to talk. That was a fluke last week. We want a rematch against Anarchy Alliance. The tag titles are ours, and we’re taking them back. End of story.
Simon Starr:
We’re the champions. We deserve the next shot. No excuses, no delays.
James Von Drake leans back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. He folds his hands calmly, clearly enjoying their discomfort.
James Von Drake:
You want a rematch? Sorry, boys, it’s not happening. You lost fair and square. The Anarchy Alliance earned that victory, and if you want those titles back, you need to work your way through the ranks like everyone else. No shortcuts.
The Starr Brothers exchange annoyed glances, their cockiness faltering just a bit.
James Von Drake:
Titles aren’t handed out just because you demand them. Prove you deserve another shot.
Darren clenches his jaw but says nothing. Simon glares before they turn sharply on their heels and storm out of the office, leaving Von Drake smiling quietly to himself.
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Bernard Wolfe
Backstage
Elena Cruz stands in front of Masafumi Satake’s locker room, microphone in hand. Satake, holding both the PV Heavyweight Championship and the International Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, looks calm and focused.
Elena Cruz:
Masafumi, congratulations on an incredible victory and holding both the PV Heavyweight and International Heavyweight titles. What’s your mindset heading into your next big challenge against Caleb Knox?
Masafumi Satake:
Thank you, Elena. It has been an honor to hold these titles. Caleb Knox is a formidable opponent—tough, relentless, and very dangerous. But I have always believed that true strength comes not just from power, but from heart and respect. I’m ready to give everything I have to defend what I’ve earned, and show everyone why I belong at the top.
Elena Cruz:
Knox is known for his relentless, no-nonsense style. Do you see this as your biggest test yet?
Masafumi Satake:
Every match is a test, but this one means more than most. Caleb’s hunger is clear, but so is mine. I fight not just for myself, but for the fans and for the pride of this company. I will be prepared, and I will stand tall.
Elena Cruz:
Thank you, Masafumi. Best of luck at the PPV!
Satake nods respectfully as the camera fades out.
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Dash Diaz
Ringside
James Mendoza stands tall in the ring, chest rising and falling from exertion, having just secured a hard-fought victory over Dash Diaz. Cherry Bordeaux and Henry Steele flank him at ringside, smirking as they watch the battered Diaz struggling to recover on the mat.
Crowd: Loud boos fill the arena.
Mendoza smirks, raising his arms arrogantly to soak in the boos, while Bordeaux laughs wickedly, blowing a kiss to the crowd. Steele casually steps forward, then leans in to stomp down hard on Diaz’s arm, causing Diaz to flinch in pain.
Mendoza gestures for the microphone, grabs it from the ring announcer, and sneers:
James Mendoza:
This is what happens when you cross me. Dash Diaz is finished. And with Cherry and Henry watching my back, nobody’s gonna save you next time. Remember that!
Cherry Bordeaux twirls her hair, Henry Steele cracks his knuckles, and together they glare down at Diaz as the crowd continues to boo loudly.
The trio exits the ring, leaving Diaz lying in the center, as the show goes to a commercial break.
Ringside
The arena buzzes as Adam Garcia’s theme hits. The crowd cheers loudly as “the Mad Bull” strides confidently to the ring, microphone in hand.
Adam Garcia:
Last week, I proved why I’m one of the best in this business. I took down the legendary Elijah Drake in a match that tested every ounce of my strength and will. But now… now I’m standing here wondering—what’s next for Adam Garcia? What’s the next mountain to climb? Who’s going to give me the kind of challenge that actually matters?
Before he can finish, the cocky, familiar tune of Jean Louis Duval blares through the speakers. The fans boo loudly as the Frenchman saunters out, with a smug grin. He casually walks down the ramp and steps into the ring, grabbing a microphone.
Jean Louis Duval:
Lucky? You think Masafumi Satake got lucky? Maybe… but I’m not Satake, am I? Adam, you talk about proving yourself, but you still haven’t beaten me. Not once. And you never will.
Duval paces the ring slowly, eyes locked on Garcia. He then drops the mic and points mockingly at Garcia’s chest.
Jean Louis Duval:
Remember that night in Berlin? Christmas Eve. The European Cup Final. I showed the world that France—and I—are superior to Spain. You can be the “Mad Bull” all you want, but when it comes to the big moments, I always come out on top.
Adam Garcia steps forward, jaw clenched, staring down Duval. He gestures emphatically with his hands as he speaks.
Adam Garcia:
You want to remind me of Berlin? Fine. But this isn’t some old game or some distant memory. This is now. I’m not the same man you faced back then. I’m stronger, smarter… hungrier. You think your words and your trophies intimidate me? They don’t. I’m not just fighting for pride — I’m fighting to be the best. And that means beating you. No excuses, no luck. Just me, you, and the truth.
Duval smirks and abruptly leans in, inches from Garcia’s face. He taps his own temple with a finger, then points a finger at Garcia’s chest.
Jean Louis Duval:
Then prove it, Adam. Prove it in the ring. Because when we face off, the world will see that France always comes out on top. And this time? There’s no referee to save you.
The two men stand toe-to-toe, eyes locked, the tension electric. Duval slowly raises both his championship belts high in the air, and Garcia matches him by raising his fists defiantly. The crowd roars with anticipation.
[SHOW GOES OFF THE AIR]
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