PV Uprising 129
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 12th July 2025
The screen explodes into a fast-paced highlight reel set to aggressive alt-metal — a blur of suplexes, slams, chair shots, and screaming fans — culminating in the image of PV Heavyweight Champion Masafumi Satake and #1 contender Caleb Knox locked in a cold, unblinking stare from last week’s face-off.
Cut to the ring as pyro erupts across the stage and the camera swoops over the packed crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena. The roar is deafening. Signs wave. Fans scream. The red and black aesthetic of Project Violence pulses with energy.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Two weeks. Just two weeks remain until Dance of the Damned 2025, and tonight… the fuse burns faster than ever! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another pulse-pounding edition of PV Uprising — I’m Zac Brindle alongside the ever-unpredictable Johnny Kaos, and Johnny, it’s getting downright dangerous around here!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Dangerous? Try volcanic, Brindle! We’re staring down the barrel of one of the most stacked cards of the year, and tonight, rivalries get bloodier, grudges go deeper, and chaos is gonna reign in that ring.”
Zac Brindle:
“And in our main event, what a combustible tag team collision we have in store — the two men set to face off for the PV Heavyweight Championship at the pay-per-view will be forced to share the same ring tonight. Masafumi Satake teams with Adam Garcia to take on Caleb Knox and the ever-infuriating Jean Louis Duval!”
Johnny Kaos:
“You want tension? You want war? You’re putting Satake and Garcia — two proud warriors — in the ring with a silent executioner and a smug tactician. Someone’s ego… or someone’s face… is getting cracked wide open tonight.”
Zac Brindle:
“But that’s not all. We’ve got a massive tag team clash — Masters of the Mat take on The Legion, and both teams are looking to make a statement ahead of the Tag Team Championship showdown at the PPV.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Lancaster and Donovan think they’re better than everyone — and The Legion? Let’s just say they don’t like being upstaged, especially not by some robe-wearing aristocrats.”
Zac Brindle:
“Plus, we’ve got a heated rematch between Kat Kellison and Maverick Matthews, a high-octane grudge match as Dash Diaz faces off against James Mendoza, and a battle of momentum between Teddy Rush and the loudmouth Boyd Jackson.”
Johnny Kaos:
“And kicking us off tonight? A clash of worldviews and philosophies: the nomadic philosopher Bernard Wolfe steps into the ring with the firebrand zealot Gabriel Cross. Get ready for violence, baby — the kind you feel in your chest!”
Zac Brindle:
“Strap in, folks. PV Uprising 129 starts right now — and with just two weeks to go until Dance of the Damned, the road to the PPV is getting darker, deadlier… and more personal than ever.”
Cut to the ring as the first match is set to begin…
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
Camera cuts to the loading bay of the Crimson Club Casino Arena as the crowd pops lightly in the background.
The double doors swing open and in walks Masafumi Satake, the reigning PV Heavyweight Champion and International Heavyweight Champion. Dressed in a dark athletic tracksuit with both title belts over his shoulders, Satake walks with calm intensity through the corridor — all business, no wasted motion.
As he rounds a corner, he stops in his tracks.
Leaning against the wall, arms folded, is “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia. The crowd cheers as the camera pans — Garcia wears his ring gear under a sleeveless hoodie, taped fists already clenched. There’s a moment of quiet tension between them… then a slow, mutual nod.
Adam Garcia
(firmly, voice low)
“You ready for this?”
Masafumi Satake
(nodding once, eyes locked)
“I am always ready. Tonight, we do not fight for belts. We fight to make a statement.”
Garcia pushes off the wall, standing square with Satake. His voice is measured, but there’s fire behind his words.
Adam Garcia
“Caleb Knox thinks he’s already champion. Jean Louis Duval thinks he’s smarter than everyone. Tonight, they learn the hard way what happens when you disrespect the wrong men.”
Masafumi Satake
(adjusting the title on his shoulder)
“Duval plays games. Knox waits in shadows. But when they stand across from us tonight… there will be nowhere to run.”
Garcia smirks, cracking his knuckles.
Adam Garcia
“Then let’s send them a message they’ll never forget.”
They exchange a respectful nod and walk down the hallway side by side — two proud warriors united by mutual respect and a shared goal: inflict pain on those who’ve wronged them.
Camera lingers on their backs as they disappear around the corner… the calm before the storm.
Single Match
Kat Kellison vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Bright ring lights reflect off the polished interview set. Social media-obsessed interviewer Elena Cruz stands ready, holding her phone up high for a live stream selfie, clearly more interested in capturing her best angle than preparing for the actual interview.
Elena Cruz
“Heyyyy guys! It’s your girl Elena coming at you live from Uprising 129! And I’m here with the most fabulous trio in Project Violence—Cherry Bordeaux, James Mendoza, and Henry Steele!”
The camera pans slightly to reveal Cherry Bordeaux, resplendent in a crimson power suit, smirking confidently between the stone-faced James Mendoza and the imposing Henry Steele. Bordeaux lifts her sunglasses and looks directly into the camera as if addressing the entire world at once.
Cherry Bordeaux
“Elena, darling… let’s not waste everyone’s time pretending this is a real competition anymore.”
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear with an exaggerated air of boredom.
Cherry Bordeaux
“Dash Diaz is a man without allies. A sad little soldier with no army. And at Dance of the Damned? It’s looking more and more like it’s going to be a two-on-one massacre. My boys—the Steel Fortress—are locked in, ready to dominate. And poor Dash? He can’t even find a date.”
Henry Steele cracks his knuckles menacingly. Mendoza, chewing gum with a smirk, rolls his shoulders and stares into the lens, completely silent but looking dangerous.
Cherry Bordeaux
“And if Dash Diaz somehow, miraculously, survives James Mendoza tonight? If he can even walk afterward? He’ll still be alone. Still outnumbered. And still outclassed.”
Elena attempts to interject—
Elena Cruz
“But do you think—”
Cherry Bordeaux
(interrupting with a finger wag)
“Shh-shh. No need for hypotheticals, sweetheart. Dash is already in check. The only question now is how long until we say… checkmate.”
Cherry smiles wickedly and blows a kiss to the camera before turning and walking off, flanked by Mendoza and Steele. Elena stares into the phone with a stunned expression before forcing a chipper smile.
Elena Cruz
“…Wow. Okay! Back to you at ringside!”
Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs. The Legion
Backstage
The camera cuts to a backstage area of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Project Violence’s social media-savvy interviewer Elena Cruz stands with her phone angled just right for a flattering live selfie, a big smile plastered across her face. Next to her, cool and collected as always, is “The Wayward Traveller” Bernard Wolfe, still catching his breath after a hard-fought victory earlier tonight over Gabriel Cross.
Elena Cruz
“Heyyyyy PV Universe! Elena Cruz here live with your favorite wanderer of the squared circle — ’The Wayward Traveller’ Bernard Wolfe! Bernard, congratulations on your huge win tonight against Gabriel Cross! You’ve been stacking up some impressive victories lately — how are you feeling?”
Wolfe adjusts the collar of his travel-worn leather jacket, still glowing with a quiet charisma. He nods respectfully toward Elena before turning to the camera.
Bernard Wolfe
“Thank you, Elena. Y’know, every win is a mile on the road. Gabriel Cross was tough, but I didn’t come to Project Violence to drift. I came to carve a path. And I don’t care if you’re a crusader, a monster, or a so-called ‘technician’ — I’ll face them all with the same thing: heart and grit.”
Elena Cruz
“Okaay, love that! And last week, you picked up a win over Boyd Jackson, too. Some fans are saying you’re building real momentum here—”
Suddenly, before Wolfe can respond, Boyd Jackson storms into the frame from off-screen, clobbering Wolfe from behindwith a vicious forearm to the back of the neck!
Elena Cruz
(screaming)
“Oh my god! Security!!”
Wolfe drops to one knee, dazed, but tries to push himself back up. Boyd doesn’t let up, grabbing Wolfe by the hair and slamming him into a nearby production crate with a loud THUD. Elena backs away, clutching her phone in shock as the camera shakes.
Boyd Jackson
(gritting his teeth, furious)
“You think this is your redemption tour, huh?! Think you’re better than me, just ‘cause you got lucky last week?! You’re just another washed-up journeyman passing through MY spotlight!”
Boyd rains down stomps before PV officials and security finally rush in, pulling him away from Wolfe. Jackson struggles against them, still shouting.
Boyd Jackson
“You don’t belong here, Wolfe! This ain’t some roadside dive — this is Project Violence! And I’m the damn future!”
Wolfe, battered but conscious, glares through the pain as he’s helped up by officials. Blood trickles from a small cut above his eyebrow, but his eyes are locked on Jackson, burning with defiance.
Elena Cruz
(softly, still filming, visibly shaken)
“Uh… back to you guys at ringside…”
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Dash Diaz
Ringside
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts as Dash Diaz drops to his knees in exhaustion, his arm raised by the referee. He’s just pulled off a huge victory over James Mendoza, and the fans at the Crimson Club Casino Arena are on their feet, chanting his name.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Diaz with a statement win tonight! That’s one hell of a comeback after everything he’s been through with Cherry Bordeaux’s goons!”
Johnny Kaos:
“I wouldn’t celebrate just yet, Zac…”
Dash leans in the corner, still catching his breath — but the mood quickly shifts. The cheers turn to boos as Henry Steele climbs onto the apron, followed closely by Cherry Bordeaux, who’s barking orders. James Mendoza, now recovered, slowly gets to his feet behind Dash with a cold glare in his eyes.
Zac Brindle:
“Wait a second… this doesn’t look good at all.”
Dash turns around to find himself surrounded. Mendoza, Steele, and Bordeaux begin to close in, forming a triangle around the weary Diaz. Cherry raises a mic to her lips, sneering.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Aw, poor Dash… got your little win. But remind me — do you have a partner yet for Dance of the Damned? No? Shame.”
The trio inch closer, fists clenched — but just as they’re about to pounce
Johnny Kaos:
“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!”
The crowd erupts as Dutch Ramirez, leather-clad and focused, storms down the ramp with purpose. A steel chain slung over his shoulder, boots pounding the floor, the biker is here — and the heels freeze.
Zac Brindle:
“Dutch Ramirez! The biker’s here — and he’s heading straight for the ring!”
*Cherry orders Steele and Mendoza to hold their ground, but they hesitate as Dutch slides into the ring. Dash Diaz stands up tall beside him. The two men lock eyes… and then share a solid, symbolic fist bump.
The crowd pops HUGE.*
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s it! That’s the answer! Dash Diaz has found his tag team partner — Dutch freakin’ Ramirez!”
Steele and Mendoza backpedal, dragging Cherry Bordeaux with them as they retreat up the ramp, their plan foiled.
Zac Brindle:
“Two weeks from now at Dance of the Damned — it’s official! Dash Diaz and Dutch Ramirez vs. Henry Steele and James Mendoza! The odds just evened up!”
Back in the ring, Diaz and Ramirez stand united, nodding to each other as the fans chant:
“LET’S GO DASH! LET’S GO DUTCH!”
The segment ends on a high note, the camera focused on the new alliance in the ring as the tension builds toward the PPV.
Backstage
The camera cuts to the sleek, dimly lit office of Project Violence General Manager James Von Drake. A large table sits at the center of the room with a thick black folder resting atop it — the official contract for the upcoming TV Championship match at Dance of the Damned.
On one side of the table sits Rex Stone — focused, proud, and calm, dressed in a sharp athletic jacket, hands clasped together with confidence. On the other side looms the silent, masked monster Midas, with the TV Championshipgleaming on his shoulder. Standing next to him is his manager — the ever-smirking, manipulative Katya Roux, dressed in all black with crimson lipstick, twirling a pen between her fingers.
James Von Drake
(speaking with authority)
“Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. This contract, once signed, will make official what the fans have been demanding: Rex Stone vs. Midas for the Project Violence TV Championship, live at Dance of the Damned, July 26th.”
Von Drake opens the folder and spins it toward Rex Stone, who wastes no time. He pulls the pen from the table, signs his name without hesitation, and pushes it forward.
Rex Stone
(voice steady, eyes locked on Midas)
“No more running. No more hiding behind sneak attacks and smoke. At Dance of the Damned, I’m not just taking your title, Midas — I’m exposing you for what you are… and proving that this heart, this grit, this fight — it’s more powerful than any mask.”
Katya Roux rolls her eyes dramatically, scoffing at Stone’s passion.
Katya Roux
(mockingly)
“How adorable. So much heart, so many feelings. I do hope you cherish this little speech, Rex, because once you step into the ring with Midas, it’ll be the last time you remember anything… before the lights go out.”
She slides the contract toward Midas, who doesn’t even look down. His gloved hand calmly takes the pen, and in one smooth motion, he signs. No words. No emotion. Just silence… and menace.
James Von Drake
(firmly, nodding)
“It’s official. Midas vs. Rex Stone. TV Championship. Dance of the Damned.”
Stone stands, staring across the table at the champion. Midas slowly rises to meet him, his eyes unreadable behind the mask. The two men face off in tense silence, the contract now resting signed between them.
Katya Roux
(smirking wickedly)
“Bring your little Canadian dreams to the slaughter, sweetheart. Midas… will bury them.”
The camera zooms in on the contract — both names signed. The stakes set. The battle lines drawn.
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Teddy Rush
Backstage
The camera cuts to a shadowy hallway in the backstage area of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. A low hum fills the air. The camera slowly pans to reveal two of the most dangerous men in Project Violence: the enigmatic, cold-blooded Caleb Knox, and the ever-arrogant, chain-smoking Frenchman Jean Louis Duval. Knox is already geared up, his face emotionless, his hands wrapped and clenched at his sides. Duval lounges against a steel crate, cigarette dangling from his lips, arrogance radiating from every gesture.
Jean Louis Duval
(puffing smoke, amused)
“Ah, mon ami… tonight, we finish what we started. I hope you don’t mind sharing the spotlight. After all, I am the more refined half of this little partnership.”
Knox doesn’t respond immediately. He slowly turns his head toward Duval, his jaw tight, eyes burning with cold fire.
Caleb Knox
(low and direct)
“I don’t care about spotlights. I care about victory. Satake… Garcia… they bleed like everyone else. Stay out of my way… and I’ll break them both.”
Duval chuckles, adjusting the collar of his designer jacket and flicking ash onto the floor without a care.
Jean Louis Duval
“Relax, monsieur Knox. You get your revenge. I get to humiliate that Spanish bull. We both win. But just remember…”
(he leans in, grinning smugly)
“…I am not one of your pawns. I don’t follow orders — I deliver excellence.”
Knox steps forward slightly, the tension crackling between them, but his voice remains icy calm.
Caleb Knox
“Just don’t get in my way, Duval. I’m not in the mood to carry dead weight.”
Duval smirks again and flicks the cigarette to the floor, grinding it beneath his boot.
Jean Louis Duval
“Très bien. Then let’s go make them suffer. Shall we?”
With that, Duval straightens his jacket and heads toward the curtain. Knox watches him for a beat, then follows — his expression unreadable, but the fury simmering just beneath the surface.
The camera lingers for a moment on the smoke curling into the air where the cigarette burned out, before cutting to ringside.
Tag Team Match
Adam Garcia & Masafumi Satake vs. Caleb Knox & Jean Louis Duval
Ringside
The bell rings to a chorus of boos as Caleb Knox and Jean Louis Duval have their hands raised in the center of the ring. Masafumi Satake and Adam Garcia lie at opposite sides of the ring apron, each recovering from the punishing final moments of the match. Knox stands cold and still, arms raised, while Duval struts smugly in a circle, soaking in the hate from the Atlantic City crowd like it’s applause.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“I can’t believe what we just witnessed, Johnny — Knox and Duval pulled it off! Satake and Garcia have lost just two weeks before Dance of the Damned!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And look at Duval — you’d think he just won the lottery and a beauty pageant in the same night!”
In the ring, Duval lights a cigarette with theatrical flair, blowing smoke upward as he lounges in the corner, mockingly bowing to the jeering fans. Caleb Knox, meanwhile, walks over to the ropes, standing stoically and glaring down at Masafumi Satake, who is now kneeling on the outside, his hands on the apron, eyes locked with the man who will challenge him for the PV Heavyweight Championship.
Satake slowly rises to his feet. The respectful warrior looks solemn but undeterred as he stares back at Knox, a flicker of intensity behind his otherwise calm gaze. Knox doesn’t blink. Doesn’t smirk. He simply raises one hand and draws a finger slowly across his waist, signaling that the belt will soon be his.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Adam Garcia is using the guardrail to pull himself up, his chest heaving with fury. He stares up at Duval, who blows a cloud of smoke in his direction and smirks.
Jean Louis Duval (shouting):
“Bravo, Garcia! Another loss for the savage! But don’t worry — at Dance of the Damned, you will fall again… only this time, in front of the whole world!”
Garcia lunges forward, but a wall of referees flood the ringside area, quickly holding him back. Duval mockingly fans himself with his hand as if scared, then winks at Garcia before casually draping his arm around HyperNova, who has appeared at the top of the ramp with Royce Lacroix, both smirking and clapping slowly.
Zac Brindle:
“Garcia wants to tear Duval apart right now, but he’ll have to wait two more weeks!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And Satake may be calm, but you know he’s burning inside!”
As the chaos simmers, the camera cuts to a split shot — on one side, Satake staring down Knox, the PV Heavyweight and International Titles slung over his shoulders… on the other, Adam Garcia barely restrained by officials as Duval lounges in the ring like he owns the place.
Zac Brindle:
“Two weeks from tonight, it all explodes — Garcia vs. Duval, Satake vs. Knox — and after what we saw tonight, anything can happen at Dance of the Damned!”
The camera zooms in on Knox’s icy stare, then fades to black with the crowd still booing and the commentary team hyping the PPV one last time.
[SHOW ENDS]
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