PV Uprising 133
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 16th August 2025
Ringside
[The Sanctioned Violence Network broadcast cuts live to the packed Crimson Club Casino Arena, the fans on their feet and waving signs. The cameras sweep across the crowd before cutting to the commentary desk where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to call the action.]
Zac Brindle:
“Welcome everyone to PV Uprising episode 133! We are coming to you live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena here in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and what a night we’ve got ahead of us on the fallout from last week’s blockbuster show!”
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s right, Zac! We are officially on the road to Oblivion on September 27th, and tensions across the PV roster are boiling over. Last week, Dash Diaz earned his shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship, and tonight, we’ve got a surprise guest looking to stake his claim in PV!”
[The lights dim and the crowd erupts as dramatic Japanese drums hit the speakers. The Rising Sun Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Ryujiro, steps out onto the stage with his gleaming gold belt strapped proudly around his waist. He walks with measured confidence, bowing his head slightly as the fans cheer wildly. He enters the ring, soaking in the reaction, before calling for a microphone.]
Ryujiro:
“Two weeks ago, I came here… to Project Violence… not for glory, not for fame… but to test myself. I challenged Masafumi Satake because I respect him. Because I want to fight the very best… and because I want to prove that Rising Sun Pro Wrestling and Project Violence can stand together at the highest level.”
[The crowd pops in support, but before Ryujiro can continue, loud jeers break out as Boyd Jackson’s music blasts over the PA. The arrogant, cocky heel struts down to the ring, microphone in hand, smirking at the hostile fans.]
Boyd Jackson:
“Oh, give me a break. Ryujiro, you don’t belong here. This isn’t your house, this is mine. You’re walking in from Japan, stealing the spotlight, stealing a spot on this show that should belong to me. I beat Bernard Wolfe at Dance of the Damned, I’ve carried this company on my back, and you think you can just waltz in and take my shine? Not a chance.”
[The crowd boos furiously, chanting “YOU SUCK!” at Jackson. Ryujiro stands calm, unflinching, as Jackson gets right in his face.]
[Suddenly, the music of General Manager James Von Drake hits, and the PV GM makes his way to the ring to a big reaction. He gets between the two men and raises a hand for quiet.]
James Von Drake:
“Alright, enough! Ryujiro came here because he wants to compete, and Boyd, you’re clearly looking for a fight. So guess what? You’re gonna get one. Tonight’s main event—Boyd Jackson versus Ryujiro, one-on-one!”
[The crowd explodes as Jackson protests furiously, pointing at Von Drake and yelling “This is a mistake!” Meanwhile, Ryujiro simply bows his head respectfully, ready for battle.]
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Oh my god, what a main event signed for tonight—RSPW’s Ryujiro versus PV’s Boyd Jackson, right here on Uprising!”
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s huge, Zac! Ryujiro looking to prove himself in PV, and Boyd Jackson trying to protect his spot. This one’s gonna be fireworks!”
[The camera lingers on Ryujiro and Jackson staring each other down in the ring as the crowd chants “PV! PV! PV!” before the broadcast cuts to the opening graphics for the show.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the interview zone, where Elena Cruz is already waiting with her phone in hand, snapping a quick selfie with the PV logo behind her before focusing on the camera.]
Elena Cruz:
“Hey everyone, it’s your girl Elena Cruz here backstage at Uprising! And I am standing by with a man who is about to step back into the ring—‘The Biker’ himself, Dutch Ramirez!”
[Dutch Ramirez steps into frame, leather cut and bandana on, arms crossed. He looks focused but flashes a slight smirk at the camera.]
Elena Cruz:
“Dutch, it’s been a tough couple of weeks in Project Violence, but tonight you’re going one-on-one with Maverick Matthews. How are you feeling heading into this one?”
Dutch Ramirez:
“Y’know, Elena… I’ve hit some bumps in the road, no doubt about it. But I’m a biker—when you hit the asphalt, you don’t stay down. You pick yourself up, you kick the engine, and you get right back on the ride. Tonight, against Maverick Matthews, I’m putting the pedal down and getting back to winning ways.”
[The crowd cheers faintly from inside the arena.]
Dutch Ramirez (leaning closer to the camera):
“And after tonight? I’ve got my eyes set on bigger things. Gold. Doesn’t matter if it’s the TV Title, the International strap, or even the big one down the line… Dutch Ramirez isn’t here to just ride in circles. I’m here to take over the highway, and championship gold is my destination.”
[Elena Cruz excitedly nods, already pulling out her phone again.]
Elena Cruz:
“You heard it, guys! Dutch Ramirez, ready to make a statement tonight and then maybe put a little gold on that waist. I cannot wait to post about this!”
[Dutch gives a sharp nod before walking off screen, cracking his knuckles as Elena turns the camera to her phone for one last selfie.]
Single Match
Maverick Matthews vs. Dutch Ramirez
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the office of General Manager James Von Drake. Von Drake is seated behind his desk, looking through a stack of papers. Suddenly, the door swings open and in storms the ‘Blonde Bombshell’ Cherry Bordeaux, heels clicking on the floor as she slams the door shut behind her.]
Cherry Bordeaux (frustrated):
“James, seriously? This is what you call competition? My team—Henry Steele and James Mendoza—fresh off proving themselves, and tonight you’ve got them facing two singles wrestlers? Bernard Wolfe and Gabriel Cross? What does that even mean? That match means nothing! Steele and Mendoza deserve real opposition, not some thrown-together team just to fill time.”
[Von Drake slowly looks up from his papers, clearly unimpressed, leaning back in his chair.]
James Von Drake (calm but sharp):
“Cherry, I’ve heard enough. Your boys have a match, they’ve got TV time, and if they’re as good as you say they are, then it shouldn’t matter who’s across the ring from them. Singles wrestlers, tag wrestlers, legends, rookies—it’s all the same. If Steele and Mendoza want to make a name for themselves, they’ll do it by winning matches. End of story.”
[Cherry folds her arms, glaring, her lips pursed with frustration.]
Cherry Bordeaux:
“They should be facing real tag team competition, James. Not wasting their time carrying your little vanity experiments. But fine—if that’s the game you want to play, don’t come crying to me when Steele and Mendoza show everyone you’ve been holding them back.”
[She snaps her hair over her shoulder, spins on her heel and storms out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Von Drake just shakes his head and mutters under his breath.]
James Von Drake:
“Get on with it…”
[The camera lingers on Von Drake’s weary expression before cutting back to ringside.]
Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. Anarchy Alliance
Ringside
[The bell rings after an intense tag team clash. Rebel Society (Charlie Strickland & Jai Marshall) have just scored the win over former PV Tag Team Champions, the Anarchy Alliance. The crowd cheers as Rebel Society stand tall in the ring, arms raised in victory. Strickland and Marshall each take a corner, hyping up the crowd, pointing at themselves and motioning around their waists for championship gold.]
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Another huge win for Rebel Society! First the Starr Brothers last week, now the Anarchy Alliance tonight—Strickland and Marshall are rolling!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Rolling? They’re on fire, Zac. These two have been making noise for weeks, and I think the whole tag division’s about to find out why they call themselves the Rebel Society!”
[As Rebel Society regroup in the center of the ring, breathing heavy but smiling, the crowd’s reaction suddenly shifts to boos. Charging down the ramp come the PV Tag Team Champions, Masters of the Mat! The champions slide into the ring behind Strickland and Marshall and blindside them with a vicious attack!]
[The crowd erupts in boos as Masters of the Mat beat down Rebel Society. Strickland takes a brutal clothesline, Marshall gets stomped into the corner. The champs hold their titles high before snatching a microphone.]
Masters of the Mat (with sneers):
“Rebel Society—last week you wanted an answer to your little challenge. Well, here it is… challenge accepted!”
[The crowd pops as the champs stand tall over the battered Rebel Society, title belts raised high, while Strickland and Marshall writhe on the mat clutching their ribs. The message is clear—the match is on.]
Zac Brindle:
“Masters of the Mat just made it official—but they’ve sent a brutal message first!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Rebel Society wanted a shot… but be careful what you wish for, boys!”
[The camera closes in on the two teams—the champs standing tall, the challengers down but defiant—before fading out to the next segment.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts backstage to Bernard Wolfe lacing his boots, prepping for his upcoming tag match. Wolfe looks calm and collected, running his hands through his travel-worn hair when the “Celestial Crusader” Gabriel Cross walks into frame. Cross folds his arms, looking Wolfe up and down with obvious disdain.]
Gabriel Cross:
“Let’s make one thing perfectly clear, Wolfe. I don’t like you. I don’t respect you. And frankly, I don’t know why James Von Drake thought putting us together was a good idea.”
[Wolfe stands, straightening his jacket, his calm expression unchanged.]
Gabriel Cross (pointing at Wolfe):
“But I don’t plan on losing tonight. So here’s how it goes—you follow my lead out there, you do what I say, when I say it… and maybe, just maybe, we walk out with the win. Don’t screw this up for me.”
[Wolfe tilts his head, smirking faintly, but doesn’t bite back.]
Bernard Wolfe:
“You’ve got your way, Gabriel… I’ve got mine. Just remember—I’ve walked a long road to get here. Don’t think for a second I’m just going to stand in line behind you.”
[The tension lingers in the air, Wolfe and Cross staring each other down before Cross scoffs and storms off camera. Wolfe shakes his head with a weary half-smile, then goes back to his gear as the scene fades.]
Tag Team Match
Bernard Wolfe & Gabriel Cross vs. Henry Steele & James Mendoza
Ringside
[The bell rings as Steele & Mendoza score the victory. The crowd boos as Wolfe lies flat on the mat, clutching his ribs, while replays show Gabriel Cross walking away mid-match, leaving his “partner” high and dry.]
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Unbelievable! Gabriel Cross just abandoned Wolfe out there, and Steele & Mendoza took full advantage!”
[Inside the ring, Henry Steele and James Mendoza stand tall over Wolfe, smirking. But instead of leaving, they drag Wolfe back to his feet. The boos get louder as Steele delivers a brutal clothesline that drops Wolfe again. Mendoza stomps on him repeatedly as Steele shouts down at him.]
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“This is a straight-up mugging! Wolfe is getting dismantled here!”
[The beatdown continues—Steele and Mendoza hit a double-team suplex on Wolfe, leaving him writhing in pain. Steele grabs Wolfe by the hair, trash talking into his face, before shoving him back down to the mat. The crowd chants for Wolfe, but no help comes.]
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Bernard Wolfe was already outnumbered once Gabriel Cross bailed, but now this is just insult to injury!”
[Finally, Steele & Mendoza stand tall over Wolfe, arms raised high, grinning proudly as Cherry Bordeaux rushes into the ring, clapping her hands with satisfaction. The trio poses over Wolfe’s fallen body, the boos pouring in from the Crimson Club Arena as the cameras fade out on the scene.]
Backstage
[Camera cuts to the locker room. Rex Stone sits slouched on a bench, his gear bag at his feet, staring down at the floor. Teddy Rush leans against the lockers beside him, scrolling aimlessly on his phone before tossing it onto the bench in frustration.]
Rex Stone (shaking his head):
“Another week, Teddy. Another show… and once again, no Rex Stone. No Teddy Rush. It’s like we don’t even exist anymore.”
Teddy Rush (running a hand through his hair, annoyed):
“Tell me about it. Feels like everyone else is moving up, getting matches, getting stories… and we’re just stuck in neutral. Hell, not even neutral—we’re sliding backwards, man.”
[Stone leans forward, elbows on his knees, frustration bubbling.]
Rex Stone:
“I didn’t come to Project Violence to sit in the back and watch everyone else eat. I came here to fight, to win championships, to make my name mean something. And now? We’re becoming afterthoughts.”
[Rush paces a little, his voice rising.]
Teddy Rush:
“Yeah, and I’m not okay with that. We can’t just keep waiting around hoping someone throws us a bone. We’ve gotta take it. Make ‘em notice. Make ‘em regret leaving us off the damn card.”
[The two lock eyes—Stone still seated, Rush standing, but the same frustration clear between them.]
Rex Stone (nodding slowly):
“You’re right. Something needs to change. And it starts with us.”
Teddy Rush (smirking a little, determined):
“Yeah. Next time we’re out there, we’re not asking. We’re taking. Let’s remind everyone exactly who the hell we are.”
[Stone finally stands up, the two men shaking hands with a firm grip, both glaring with renewed fire. The camera lingers on their intensity before fading out.]
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Ryujiro
Ringside
[The bell rings as Ryujiro’s hand is raised after defeating Boyd Jackson in the main event. The crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena erupts with cheers as the RSPW Heavyweight Champion stands tall, holding his title high above his head. The commentators put over the huge victory.]
Zac Brindle:
“Ryujiro has done it again! The champion from Rising Sun Pro Wrestling proves exactly why he’s one of the very best in the world!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, but look at Boyd Jackson—he doesn’t take losing lightly!”
[As Ryujiro turns to bow respectfully to the crowd, Boyd Jackson blindsides him with a vicious clubbing forearm to the back of the head. The boos rain down as Jackson stomps away furiously on Ryujiro, screaming that this is his spotlight.]
[Suddenly—huge pop! Masafumi Satake, the International Heavyweight Champion, charges down the ramp with his championship belt slung over his shoulder. Jackson sees him and tries to bail, but Satake slides in and runs him off with a stiff lariat, sending Jackson scrambling out of the ring to the floor.]
[Satake checks on Ryujiro, helping him back to his feet. The crowd cheers loudly as the two champions stand together in the middle of the ring.]
Masafumi Satake (on mic, breathing heavy but intense):
“Ryujiro… when we face each other, I don’t want excuses. I don’t want to fight a man who’s been cheap-shotted by Boyd Jackson, or anyone else. I want you at 100%. I want to prove—to these fans, to you, to the whole world—who the best man really is!”
[The crowd roars as Satake raises his International Heavyweight Championship, while Ryujiro nods firmly, raising the RSPW Heavyweight Championship in return. The two stare each other down, belt to belt, as the fans chant “THIS IS AWESOME!”]
Zac Brindle:
“Two champions, two worlds colliding—this is what wrestling is all about!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And when these two meet, it’s going to be a war!”
[The show closes with the tense image of Ryujiro and Masafumi Satake standing face to face, each holding their championship high, as the fans explode.]
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