P:V Uprising 126
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 21st June 2025
[Opening shot: a sweeping drone view of the packed Crimson Club Casino Arena, bathed in deep red and steel blue lights. Pyro explodes at the stage as the crowd roars, holding up signs for Masafumi Satake, Caleb Knox, the Anarchy Alliance, and more.]
ZAC BRINDLE (excited):
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are live in Atlantic City, and this… is PV UPRISING 126—coming to you straight from the Crimson Club Casino Arena! Just one week removed from the fallout of Ascension, we’re already feeling the aftershocks, and tonight promises another unforgettable chapter in Project: Violence!”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Oh, Zac, after what went down last week between Caleb Knox and Adam Garcia—thanks to Jean Louis Duval—it’s safe to say tensions are exploding across the locker room. But tonight, it’s all eyes on the champion.”
ZAC BRINDLE:
“You said it. In our non-title main event, the double champ himself—Masafumi Satake—steps into the ring with the dangerous rising force known as Gabriel Cross. This is a huge test for Satake ahead of his title defense at Dance of the Damned, and for Cross? A win tonight could fast-track his career into the stratosphere.”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Speaking of rising forces, how about James Mendoza? He turned his back on Dash Diaz, aligned with Cherry Bordeaux and Henry Steele—and tonight, he’s in action against the always unpredictable Steven Love. Bordeaux’s growing empire may have just found its crown jewel.”
ZAC BRINDLE:
“We’ll also see two tag team showdowns: Legion vs. Rebel Society to kick things off, and then the former champs the Starr Brothers try to climb back into contention when they battle Masters of the Mat, who are still reeling after their loss to the Anarchy Alliance last week.”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“And let’s not forget a straight-up brawl waiting to happen—Chopper Anderson takes on the ultra-physical Boyd Jackson. Two heavy hitters, one brutal clash. Somebody’s walking out of there limping.”
ZAC BRINDLE:
“There’s no telling what else could unfold tonight. Caleb Knox is lurking with a guaranteed title shot. Jean Louis Duval still has scores to settle. And you know Cherry Bordeaux is always planning her next power play.”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Let’s not waste another second, Zac. Buckle up, violence fans—PV Uprising 126 starts… right NOW!”
Backstage
The sound of footsteps echoes down the concrete corridor as the camera swings to the loading dock. A black muscle car screeches to a halt. The door swings open, and out steps ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia. He’s in street clothes, sunglasses on, jaw tight — a man on a mission. The crowd watching on the arena screens pops, sensing something is about to go down.
ELENA CRUZ (hurriedly approaching, phone already recording):
“Adam! Adam, you’re not even scheduled to compete tonight, but you’re here early and looking… well, fired up. Can we get a word? Everyone’s talking about what happened last week—”
ADAM GARCIA (removing his sunglasses, eyes burning):
“You want a word, Elena? Here it is: Duval.”
The name drops like a hammer.
ADAM GARCIA (continuing):
“Last week, I had Caleb Knox dead to rights. I was about to prove, once again, that when I step into that ring, I leave no doubt. But Jean Louis Duval? That coward couldn’t keep his nose out of it.”
ELENA CRUZ (tentatively):
“So… are you here for Duval tonight?”
ADAM GARCIA (snorts, intense):
“Oh, I’m here for blood, Elena. Duval wants to play games? Cost me a shot at the title? That was the biggest mistake he’s made since stepping foot in Project: Violence. He likes to call himself ‘superior’—French elegance, International gold, all that nonsense…”
Garcia steps closer to the camera, voice low and sharp.
ADAM GARCIA:
“Well, let’s see how elegant he looks with my boot down his throat.”
He shoves his sunglasses back on and marches off down the corridor, straight past catering and production. Elena watches him go, eyes wide.
ELENA CRUZ (to camera):
“Well… something tells me Jean Louis Duval might want to keep one eye over his shoulder tonight.”
Camera fades out on the crowd roaring inside the arena, sensing the Mad Bull is hunting.
Tag Team Match
Legion vs. Rebel Society
Ringside
The bell rings, and the crowd boos loudly as Legion — HyperNova and Royce Lacroix — have their hands raised in victory following a hard-fought win over Rebel Society. The French duo smirk arrogantly, waving the French flag and soaking in the jeers as they parade around the ring, barking out phrases in French and taunting fans at ringside.
ZAC BRINDLE (on commentary):
“Well, like it or not, Legion continues to rack up wins under the banner of Jean Louis Duval. HyperNova and Royce Lacroix making a strong statement here tonight.”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Yeah, but they might want to cool it with the celebrations, Zac… because look who’s coming!”
The camera cuts to the crowd going wild as “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia charges down the ramp like a man possessed, steel chair in hand!
ZAC BRINDLE:
“Garcia’s here—and he’s got that steel chair! He’s not waiting around any longer!”
HyperNova turns toward the ramp just in time to eat a brutal chair shot to the gut! Lacroix lunges at Garcia, but Garcia ducks and smashes the chair across his back, sending Royce collapsing to the mat! The arena erupts in cheers as Garcia stands tall in the center of the ring, chair raised high over his head.
Suddenly the lights shift as the crowd begins to boo — Jean Louis Duval appears on the entrance ramp, dressed in an immaculate designer coat, puffing arrogantly on a cigarette. He looks down at the chaos unfolding in the ring with disdain.
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Well, look who decided to show his face…”
Duval takes a step forward as if to approach the ring—but Garcia points the chair straight at him like a sword, daring him to make a move. The fans pop loud as Duval halts mid-step, a flicker of hesitation crossing his smug expression.
ZAC BRINDLE:
“Duval’s all talk until there’s a steel chair involved, huh? You’ll send your boys in to do your dirty work, but the moment Garcia’s in the ring swinging metal—you want no part of it!”
Duval scoffs, flicks his cigarette to the floor, and gestures dismissively before turning on his heel. The crowd boos louder as he walks back through the curtain, leaving his henchmen strewn in the ring.
Garcia, breathing heavy, climbs a turnbuckle, raising the chair triumphantly as the fans chant:
“MAD BULL! MAD BULL! MAD BULL!”
ZAC BRINDLE:
“Adam Garcia just made a hell of a statement—and I don’t think this war with Duval is anywhere near over!”
Fade to commercial as Garcia stands tall, staring up the ramp with fire in his eyes.
Single Match
Steven Love vs. James Mendoza
Ringside
The bell rings and the fans erupt into boos as James Mendoza, flanked by Cherry Bordeaux, has his hand raised after a controversial win over Steven Love. Mendoza smirks arrogantly, wiping sweat from his brow, while Cherry claps with satisfaction on the outside.
ZAC BRINDLE (on commentary):
“Well, once again, James Mendoza steals one with Cherry Bordeaux in his corner. That win had more asterisks than a legal disclaimer.”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“And you know this night isn’t over, Zac—look at Cherry, she’s got that devilish grin.”
Cherry steps up onto the apron and begins motioning toward the entrance ramp, pointing emphatically. The fans groan with immediate dread as the theme of Henry Steele hits, and the hulking bruiser storms down the ramp with purpose.
ZAC BRINDLE:
“Oh come on… not this again! Cherry Bordeaux is calling in the cavalry!”
Steele climbs into the ring, and with no hesitation, he and Mendoza begin a brutal beatdown on the already worn-down Steven Love. Mendoza holds Love upright as Steele drives fists into his gut and then levels him with a vicious clothesline. Cherry watches gleefully from ringside, loving every second of it.
But suddenly the fans begin to stir… then ERUPT as Dash Diaz comes flying down the ramp!
JOHNNY KAOS:
“Here comes Diaz! He’s had enough of this hit squad!”
Diaz dives into the ring and starts swinging, landing rights on both Steele and Mendoza. The crowd is roaring—but the numbers catch up quickly, and Steele slams Diaz hard into the turnbuckle. Mendoza stomps him down.
ZAC BRINDLE:
“It was a valiant effort, but Dash is getting swarmed!”
Then—another pop! The crowd goes nuclear as the music of Dutch Ramirez hits!
JOHNNY KAOS:
“IT’S DUTCH RAMIREZ! BUSINESS JUST PICKED UP!”
Ramirez charges the ring like a man on a mission. Mendoza turns around and eats a flying lariat! Steele throws a punch—blocked! Ramirez fires back with a stiff forearm, then launches Steele over the top rope with a huge clothesline! Cherry screams from the outside, trying to rally her troops.
Dash Diaz stumbles to his feet as Ramirez helps him up. The two fan favorites stand tall in the ring, glaring down at Mendoza and Steele who regroup on the outside, with Cherry barking orders and retreating up the ramp.
The fans are on their feet as Diaz and Ramirez raise each other’s arms, having cleared the ring and sent a strong message.
ZAC BRINDLE:
“Dutch Ramirez and Dash Diaz standing tall tonight—but you can bet this war with Bordeaux’s crew is only just beginning!”
JOHNNY KAOS:
“I love it when the good guys fight back. This crowd is electric, and they know Dutch and Dash just turned the tide!”
The camera lingers on the ring as Diaz and Ramirez stare down the ramp defiantly, the fans roaring around them.
Fade out.
Single Match
Chopper Anderson vs. Boyd Jackson
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz, dressed in a flashy blazer and already holding her phone up for a selfie-style livestream, stands with a bright smile. Behind her looms a striking figure—“The Celestial Crusader” Gabriel Cross, in a long white and gold trench coat adorned with ornate symbols. His eyes are intense, burning with conviction as he looks past the camera.
ELENA CRUZ:
“Heyyy PV Nation! Elena Cruz here, your social media queen, and I am joined by a man who has been turning heads and igniting conversations across every timeline—‘The Celestial Crusader’ Gabriel Cross. Gabriel, tonight, you go one-on-one in the main event against none other than the PV Heavyweight Champion himself, Masafumi Satake. It’s non-title, but the spotlight doesn’t get much brighter. What’s going through your divine little head right now?”
Gabriel slowly turns his head to Elena, his piercing gaze silencing her playful tone. His voice is calm, deep, and carries the weight of a sermon.
GABRIEL CROSS:
“Masafumi Satake is a warrior. A proud one. And I do not take pride lightly—because pride, Elena… is a sin.”
He takes a slow step forward, his hands folded in front of him like a preacher about to deliver judgment.
GABRIEL CROSS:
“I’ve watched Satake from afar. I’ve seen the reverence he receives. The belts he holds. The honor he fights with. But honor alone does not cleanse a soul… and gold does not make a man holy.”
Elena raises an eyebrow, slightly unnerved, but intrigued.
ELENA CRUZ:
“So… is this match about more than just winning to you?”
GABRIEL CROSS:
“Victory is only a tool, Elena. What I seek is revelation. Tonight, the so-called champion will stand across from a vessel of divine will. And whether he falls or survives, he will come to understand—no man is above the crusade.”
He slowly looks into the camera lens now, voice tightening with ominous conviction.
GABRIEL CROSS:
“Tonight, I bring light to the darkness. And if Satake stands in the path of the righteous… then he will be judged like all the others.”
He turns and walks off, the edges of his long coat trailing behind him like the robes of a prophet. Elena watches him go, blinking.
ELENA CRUZ:
“…Okay, wow. That was… dramatic. PV Nation, stay tuned—Gabriel Cross versus Masafumi Satake is tonight’s main event, and I have a feeling the Crusader is bringing the fire.”
Camera fades out as she turns back to her phone for another story post.
Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs. The Starr Brothers
Backstage
The camera cuts to inside the plush yet slightly chaotic office of General Manager James Von Drake. Paperwork is stacked high, monitors play live feeds from the show, and standing proudly beside the GM are the PV Tag Team Champions—Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis, better known as Anarchy Alliance. The championship belts rest over their shoulders. Von Drake looks down at a monitor showing the aftermath of the Masters of the Mat’s victory over the Starr Brothers.
JAMES VON DRAKE:
(leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers)
“Well… there’s no arguing with results, boys. Masters of the Mat just knocked off the former champions. That puts them at the front of the line.”
Stevie Rigg nods, a smirk forming on his face as he adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.
STEVIE RIGG:
“Good. We owe ‘em a receipt for the stunt they pulled a few weeks back. You make it official, boss—we’ll make it hurt.”
Edwin Ellis steps forward, always the more grounded of the duo, arms folded as he looks to Von Drake.
EDWIN ELLIS:
“We’ve never run from a challenge. If Masters of the Mat want a shot—they’ve got it. You just tell us when and where.”
JAMES VON DRAKE:
(grins)
“Then it’s settled. Dance of the Damned, July 26th. Anarchy Alliance vs. Masters of the Mat—PV Tag Team Championships on the line.”
Rigg nods excitedly, tapping the belt on his shoulder.
STEVIE RIGG:
“Perfect. Blood, sweat, chaos—we bring the whole package.”
EDWIN ELLIS:
“Just don’t expect us to walk in with these belts and walk out without ‘em. We fight. We win. That’s the Anarchy way.”
Von Drake gives a satisfied nod as the champions turn and head out, ready for the next war. The camera lingers on the GM’s monitor, which now displays a graphic for the title match at the PPV.
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.):
“Confirmed! It’s official! At Dance of the Damned, the Anarchy Alliance defend their gold against the cold, calculated Masters of the Mat!”
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.):
“Oh, that one’s gonna be a fight, not a wrestling match. I can’t wait!”
Fade out.
Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs. Masafumi Satake
Ringside
The arena is buzzing as Masafumi Satake stands in the center of the ring, sweat glistening, both the PV Heavyweight Championship and the International Heavyweight Championship belts held high above his head. The crowd cheers loudly for their respectful and humble champion.
Satake hands one belt to a ringside official, leaving him with one mic as the fans continue to applaud.
MASAFUMI SATAKE:
(voice calm but filled with determination)
“Tonight was a test—one I was honored to face. Gabriel Cross is a worthy opponent, a man with conviction and fire. But this—”
(raises the PV Heavyweight title)
“—this is what I fight for. This is what I defend with every ounce of my spirit.”
The crowd cheers even louder, chanting “Satake! Satake!”
MASAFUMI SATAKE:
(looks out at the crowd, then focuses his gaze into the camera)
“Soon… at Dance of the Damned, I will face ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox. A man cold, calculating, and relentless. I know this won’t be an easy match. He’s coming for everything I’ve built here.”
Satake’s voice grows stronger, more passionate.
MASAFUMI SATAKE:
“But I’ve spent my life searching—not just for titles, but for a place where respect, honor, and heart still matter. I’ve found that place here, with all of you.”
(pauses, soaking in the crowd’s energy)
“And I promise you this—I will not only defend these belts… I will prove why I am the rightful champion. I will walk out of Dance of the Damned still standing. Still holding these titles high. Because giving up is not in my nature. Never has been, never will be.”
Satake raises both belts high again as the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, some fans holding signs of support.
The camera zooms in on Satake’s focused face as the scene fades out with the crowd’s roar echoing through the arena.
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.):
“What a powerful statement from Masafumi Satake! This championship match is going to be one for the ages.”
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.):
“I can’t wait for Dance of the Damned—the battle for the future of Project Violence!”
Fade to black.
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