PV Uprising 137
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 13th September 2025
(The show opens with the standard, hard-hitting Project Violence intro graphic. The music fades into an intense, cinematic score. A black screen appears with the words: “2 SHOWS UNTIL OBLIVION 2025” in aggressive white text.)
VIDEO PACKAGE – “OBLIVION COUNTDOWN”
*(0:05) MONTAGE: Fast-paced, high-impact clips of recent Uprising action and key storyline moments.)
- SHOT 1: Caleb Knox punishing an opponent with a hard-hitting strike, immediately followed by the application of the Iron Will arm-triangle choke. (PV Heavyweight Championship is highlighted) .
- SHOT 2: Adam Garcia connecting with a vicious Destino Final (Vertical Blade Runner). His cocky, sneering expression is contrasted with a flash of the crowd cheering him.
- SHOT 3: Henry Steele delivering a thunderous Steel Collapse (high-angle powerbomb) to a smaller wrestler, followed by a menacing shot of him, James Mendoza, and Cherry Bordeaux standing over the defeated opponent.
- SHOT 4: Dash Diaz launching himself through the ropes with a Suicide Dive, quickly cutting to him locking in the Skyline Lock. The words “THE STANDARD” flash beneath him.
- SHOT 5: Quick-cut sequence of fists flying, bodies slamming, and high-spots, including Teddy Rush’s Suicide Dive over the corner post.
*FOCUS SHOT: A large, ominous graphic of the OBLIVION 2025 logo dominates the screen.)
NARRATOR (Voice Over – Deep, gravelly tone): The road to Oblivion is paved with violence. In two short weeks, everything changes. Tonight, the pressure cooker explodes. Tonight, on Uprising, the final pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Tonight… we create chaos.
*The final shot is a slow-motion close-up of Caleb Knox, the PV Heavyweight Champion, staring intensely into the camera, a bead of sweat tracing the side of his face. He is the determined, gritty competitor.)
CUT TO: LIVE SHOT – INSIDE THE CRIMSON CLUB CASINO & ARENA
(PYROTECHNICS explode around the entrance stage. The arena is packed. A sea of fans is on its feet in Atlantic City, NJ. The camera pans across the commentary table at ringside.)
ZAC BRINDLE (Commentary): Welcome, everyone, to a massive edition of Project Violence Uprising! We are live from the Crimson Club in Atlantic City, and in just two short weeks, we head to Oblivion 2025.
JOHNNY KAOS (Commentary): Ah, Brindle, you sound like you’ve been sucking on a lemon again! ‘Welcome, everyone’—come on! This place is rocking! The countdown is on, man! Two weeks until the biggest night of the year, and I guarantee tonight we see pure, unadulterated, glorious violence!
ZAC BRINDLE (Commentary): That’s exactly what I’m concerned about, Kaos. This is the time when desperate men—and women—disrespect the business and throw caution to the wind! But tonight, we will see if the cream rises to the top, starting right now!
*(The camera focuses on the entrance ramp as the first wrestler’s music hits.)
Single Match
Steven Love vs. Bernard Wolfe
ZAC BRINDLE: And here we go! Kicking off Uprising tonight, a man who desperately needs to rebound, Steven Love, taking on the powerful veteran, Bernard Wolfe!
JOHNNY KAOS: Wolfe is a mean, nasty piece of business, Brindle, but Love has the athleticism. Wolfe has been on a tear, crushing everyone in his path as he eyes that mid-card gold.
STEVEN LOVE enters first. The crowd gives him a respectful, but not overwhelming, reaction. Love is focused, his gear is neat, and he looks determined. He is a solid hand, known for his technical skill and speed, but often lacks that “killer instinct.”
BERNARD WOLFE enters second. He strides down the ramp, arrogant and radiating intensity. He is physically imposing, built like a brick outhouse, and he barely acknowledges the crowd, maintaining a cold, predatory focus on Love.
The bell rings. Harper W. Williams, the Head Official, steps back. Love uses his speed immediately, ducking a sluggish lock-up attempt by Wolfe. Love goes for a quick roll-up (TWO COUNT). Love springs up, landing a sharp low dropkick to Wolfe’s knee.
ZAC BRINDLE: Love needs to use this speed advantage and keep Wolfe off balance. He cannot let Wolfe get his hands on him.
Wolfe catches Love’s next attempt at a leapfrog, wrenching him out of the air and slamming him down with a devastating Spinebuster!
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh, he snatched him out of the sky! That’s the power of Bernard Wolfe! Love just learned Lesson One: don’t fly too close to the sun!
Wolfe capitalizes. He doesn’t go for the pin, instead grabbing Love by the head and delivering a series of heavy, clubbing forearm strikes to the back of the neck and upper back. He drags Love to a corner and stomps him repeatedly, breaking only at Williams’ four-count. Wolfe scoops Love up for a delayed vertical suplex. Love struggles, but Wolfe holds him in the air for an agonizing ten seconds before dropping him with a sickening thud. Pin attempt (TWO COUNT – Love kicks out with desperation).
Wolfe locks in a nasty Rear Chin Lock, grinding his forearm against Love’s jaw. Love fights to his feet, feeding off the energy of the crowd’s supportive claps, and hits a series of elbow strikes to Wolfe’s gut, breaking the hold.
Love hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline, and unleashes a flurry of offense:
Enzuigiri to the side of Wolfe’s head.
Running Forearm Strike to a reeling Wolfe in the corner.
Snap DDT out of the corner!
ZAC BRINDLE: Love connecting with the desperation offense! This is his chance!
Love attempts the pin (TWO COUNT – Wolfe powers out, throwing Love across the ring).
Love tries to maintain momentum, but Wolfe meets him mid-ring with a thunderous Lariat! Both men collapse. Williams begins the count.
JOHNNY KAOS: We are seeing the true brutality of professional wrestling right here! Wolfe almost ripped his head off!
Both men stagger up. Wolfe attempts to hoist Love onto his shoulders for his finish. Love slides down the back, spins Wolfe around, and connects with a Superkick! Wolfe stumbles but remains standing! Love hits the ropes—he goes for a springboard maneuver, but Wolfe takes a quick step forward and catches Love mid-air with a massive Powerbomb!
ZAC BRINDLE: Good God! Wolfe caught him! He caught him in the air!
Wolfe, seizing the moment, drags Love’s limp body up. Wolfe lifts Love high over his head and drives him down with the ‘Wolf’s Bane’ (a devastating, sit-out crucifix powerbomb)!
JOHNNY KAOS: The ‘Wolf’s Bane’! Game over, Brindle!
Wolfe hooks the leg, covering Love. Harper W. Williams counts: ONE! TWO! THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, Bernard Wolfe!
Wolfe stands over Love, his hand raised by Williams. He pulls Love’s head up by the hair, spits a final insult, and throws him back down. Wolfe strides to the ramp, a cold, satisfied look on his face. He gives a brief, arrogant glare to the camera.
ZAC BRINDLE: A dominant victory for Bernard Wolfe. Steven Love fought hard, but the sheer power of Wolfe was too much to overcome. Wolfe is clearly focused on making a statement before Oblivion.
JOHNNY KAOS: A statement made! Bernard Wolfe continues to climb the ladder! And I love every minute of it! That’s how you put the hurt on somebody!
(FADE OUT to a short commercial break as Wolfe disappears backstage.)
Backstage
*(The scene opens to a brightly lit, generic backstage area. ELENA CRUZ, dressed impeccably and holding a microphone with the PV logo, stands next to GABRIEL CROSS. Cruz is constantly glancing at her phone, barely making eye contact.)
ELENA CRUZ: (Speaks with a clipped, dismissive tone) Welcome back, everyone. I’m here with Gabriel Cross, who is looking ahead to his match against the victor we just saw, Bernard Wolfe, at Oblivion 2025. Gabriel, you just watched Wolfe pick up a decisive victory over Steven Love. Are you perhaps… intimidated by the ferocity of the ‘Wolf’s Bane’?
*(Elena finally looks up from her phone, giving a quick, insincere smile before immediately checking her notifications again.)
GABRIEL CROSS: (Cross is dressed in a sharp, casual suit, exuding quiet confidence. He does not raise his voice, but his words carry absolute authority.) Intimidated, Elena? That’s a word for Love tonight. Look, I’ll give Love credit. He showed heart. But heart doesn’t win in Project Violence. Precision does. Power does. And, most importantly, class does.
*(Cross adjusts his jacket cuff, his eyes focused and unwavering.)
GABRIEL CROSS: What I just witnessed was a veteran bullying an underdog. Wolfe catching a man mid-air and hitting a powerbomb is hardly revolutionary. It was a predictable, heavy-handed victory over a man I could defeat in half the time. And if that’s what he considers a “statement,” then his statement is this: I’m going to roll over him at Oblivion.
ELENA CRUZ: (Scoffs lightly, slightly annoyed that Cross is dominating the segment) Well, that’s a bold claim, considering Bernard Wolfe is on a very hot streak, and you… you haven’t had a major singles victory recently that would suggest you can simply “roll over” him. Wolfe is looking for the PV TV Championship.
GABRIEL CROSS: (A subtle, condescending smirk plays on his lips) The PV TV Championship is a stepping stone, Elena. Wolfe sees it as a summit; I see it as a speed bump on the road to Caleb Knox and the Heavyweight Championship. And he can talk about his hot streak all he wants. The difference between Bernard Wolfe and me is simple: Wolfe is a powerful brute who can beat the Steven Loves of the world. I am an elite competitor who can beat anyone.
*(Cross takes a deliberate step closer to the camera.)
GABRIEL CROSS: Two weeks. Oblivion 2025. Wolfe, you might think you saw the worst I had in our last encounter. You’d be wrong. I’m going to dismantle your confidence piece by piece. I’m going to expose your ceiling for the world to see, and then I’m going to walk out with your championship because I don’t just want that title, Bernard. I deserve it. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be the one backstage desperately trying to get an interview with her (He gestures dismissively to Elena) to explain why you failed.
*(Cross gives a curt nod and walks off frame without waiting for a reply.)
ELENA CRUZ: (Stares after him, rolling her eyes dramatically) Okay, drama queen. And I’m the one who needs the interview for my career? Whatever. Back to you, Zac and Johnny.
*(Elena quickly raises her phone and snaps a quick selfie, adjusting her hair before the camera cuts away.)
RINGSIDE COMMENTARY:
JOHNNY KAOS: Ooh, the shade! Cross is dripping with confidence, Brindle. He’s already looking past Wolfe!
ZAC BRINDLE: That level of arrogance can be a competitor’s greatest weakness, Kaos. Bernard Wolfe is going to take extreme offense to those remarks, and that’s going to make their match at Oblivion even more dangerous. Gabriel Cross needs to be very careful what he wishes for.
Single Match
Jean Louis Duval vs. Chopper Anderson
ZAC BRINDLE: Welcome back to Uprising! We move on to our next bout, featuring the highly touted, incredibly smooth, Jean Louis Duval, taking on the rugged brawler, Chopper Anderson.
JOHNNY KAOS: Duval is all flash and fancy footwork, Brindle. He’s a main event star in the making. But Chopper Anderson? He’s pure grit. This is a clash of styles. Can Duval dance around the power of the Chopper?
CHOPPER ANDERSON enters first to a heavy metal theme, wearing a leather vest. He’s a stocky, working-class brawler who gets a solid, blue-collar pop from the Atlantic City crowd. He looks ready for a fight.
JEAN LOUIS DUVAL enters next. His theme is an upbeat, modern techno track. Duval is sharply dressed in sleek, metallic gear and moves with an air of supreme confidence, receiving a significant mixed reaction—some impressed cheers, some jealous boos. He glares at Chopper Anderson with clear disdain.
The bell rings. Duval immediately refuses a traditional lock-up, instead backing away and motioning with his hands for Anderson to ‘come and get me,’ demonstrating his arrogance. Anderson, frustrated, charges.
Duval effortlessly sidesteps the charge and hits a quick, sharp Dropkick to Anderson’s knee. Anderson stumbles, and Duval follows up with blinding speed, connecting with a series of quick, targeted strikes: a snap DDT, immediately followed by a low Basement Dropkick to the head of a kneeling Anderson.
ZAC BRINDLE: That burst of speed! Duval is one of the most explosive athletes we have in Project Violence!
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s fast, I’ll give him that, but he’s showing no respect! He’s treating Anderson like a practice dummy!
Duval continues to dominate, preventing Anderson from generating any momentum. Every time Anderson tries to throw a heavy strike, Duval is faster, dodging the blow and hitting a counter. Duval locks in a deep Abdominal Stretch, driving his elbow into Anderson’s ribs. Anderson fights out with desperate hip tosses.
Anderson finally catches Duval with a desperate clothesline that turns Duval inside out! Anderson follows with a punishing sequence of his own, delivering a series of heavy Chops to Duval’s chest in the corner, turning his skin red.
ZAC BRINDLE: Anderson finally connecting! He’s trying to wear down that flash!
Anderson tries to follow up with a running boot, but Duval ducks, springs off the ropes, and connects with a devastating Thrust Kick right to Anderson’s jaw! Anderson crashes backward!
Duval senses the end. He doesn’t go for a pin. Instead, he grabs Anderson and shouts something dismissive in French.
Duval drags Anderson to the center of the ring. He lifts Anderson into the air for a spinning maneuver, transitioning into the ‘Aesthetic’ (a Corkscrew Brainbuster)! The impact is sickening.
JOHNNY KAOS: The ‘Aesthetic’! That’s it! Lights out for the Chopper!
Duval, still radiating energy, covers Anderson, placing one foot arrogantly on his chest. Harper W. Williams counts: ONE! TWO! THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, Jean Louis Duval!
Duval immediately gets to his feet, barely winded. He steps over the defeated Anderson, glaring down. He then poses to the crowd, basking in the mixed reaction. He points to the PV Heavyweight Championship banner hanging high in the arena, subtly making his intentions clear.
ZAC BRINDLE: A clinical, dominating victory for Jean Louis Duval. He is clearly aiming for the top spot in Project Violence, and with performances like that, it’s hard to argue against him.
JOHNNY KAOS: He put on a clinic! He dismantled him! This is a different level of competitor, Brindle! Duval is ready for a major feud heading into Oblivion!
(The camera focuses on Duval, who executes a final, flamboyant pose before strutting up the ramp. FADE OUT.)
Backstage
(The camera shows ELENA CRUZ standing with DUTCH RAMIREZ. Ramirez is intense and focused, unlike the relaxed Gabriel Cross from earlier. Elena, still checking her phone, looks mildly bored.)
ELENA CRUZ: (Without looking up) We’re back, and I’m joined by Dutch Ramirez, who challenges the reigning PV TV Champion, Midas, in two short weeks at Oblivion 2025. Dutch, Midas hasn’t been shy about saying he has the full support of his strategist, Katya Roux. You’re going into this major championship match knowing you have to contend with two people, not just one. Are you concerned about Katya’s reputation for underhanded tactics?
DUTCH RAMIREZ: (His voice is low, gravelly, and serious. He grabs the microphone from Elena’s hand, forcing her to finally look up, annoyed.) Concerned? No. Prepared? Absolutely. Look, Elena, Midas is a great champion, I won’t deny that. He’s smooth, he’s talented, and he’s smart. But he’s also a man who relies on the crutch of Katya Roux. He can’t face a true challenge without her standing ringside, whispering in his ear, ready to interfere.
(Ramirez points directly into the camera, his eyes burning with conviction.)
DUTCH RAMIREZ: In two weeks, at Oblivion, I’m not just fighting for the PV TV Championship—I’m fighting for the integrity of that title. I’m fighting against Midas’s arrogance and Katya’s deceit. She can plot, she can scheme, she can have a dozen plans hidden up her sleeve. It doesn’t matter.
JOHNNY KAOS: Ramirez has that look in his eyes, Brindle. The look of a man who knows he can’t be stopped.
ZAC BRINDLE: But history shows that Katya Roux is one of the most effective managers in Project Violence. To dismiss her is a fool’s errand.
DUTCH RAMIREZ: (Continues, ignoring the off-camera commentary) You know why? Because my plan is simple: I will walk into that ring, and I will unleash pure, unadulterated violence that Midas has never felt before. I don’t need a cheap distraction or a foreign object. I need a clear shot. And when I hit him with the ‘Ramirez Driver’, that championship is mine.
(Ramirez throws the microphone back to Elena, who fumbles and barely catches it, her expression hardening.)
DUTCH RAMIREZ: So, tell Katya Roux and tell Midas this: Bring your plans, bring your cheap shots, bring all your games. Because I’m going to beat him straight down the middle and still take that championship. And when I do, Midas, you’ll realize the only thing you needed to worry about was me.
(Ramirez turns and walks away, his focus already shifted. Elena glares at his retreating figure, annoyed at the lack of control she had over the interview.)
ELENA CRUZ: (Muttering to herself as the camera pulls back) Rude. Back to you, commentary.
JOHNNY KAOS: That’s how you conduct an interview! Pure fire! Dutch Ramirez is ready to go to war!
ZAC BRINDLE: He has the confidence, Kaos, but confidence doesn’t neutralize the factor of Katya Roux. If she can find a way to cost him the title, she will. This match at Oblivion has just become even more layered.
Single Match
Brandon Snyder vs. Henry Steele
ZAC BRINDLE: We move on to a major test for Brandon Snyder, as he faces the powerhouse, Henry Steele, who is accompanied to the ring by his treacherous strategist, Cherry Bordeaux!
JOHNNY KAOS: This is the most dangerous faction in PV, Brindle! Steele is the muscle, Mendoza is the fighter, and Cherry Bordeaux is the cunning brain! Snyder has his work cut out for him. He has to focus on Steele, but he can’t forget about “The Blonde Bombshell” at ringside.
BRANDON SNYDER enters first. He’s a mid-card veteran, known for his resilience. The crowd is solidly behind him. He eyes the ramp nervously, knowing what’s coming.
HENRY STEELE enters, accompanied by CHERRY BORDEAUX. Steele is physically massive and imposing. Cherry is glamorous and arrogant, strutting down the ramp in a feathered robe, soaking up the heat from the crowd. She leans in and whispers something to Steele, who nods with a menacing smirk.
The bell rings. Steele immediately uses his size advantage, throwing Snyder into the corner and unleashing a stiff series of shoulder blocks. Snyder tries to duck and weave, but Steele’s raw power is too much.
Steele controls the early minutes with overwhelming strength. He locks in a tight bearhug, squeezing the air out of Snyder. Snyder screams in agony but refuses to give up.
ZAC BRINDLE: Steele is just overpowering him! This is a mismatch in size and strength, and Snyder is paying the price!
JOHNNY KAOS: The man is a machine! Look at the intimidation factor! Snyder needs a miracle!
Snyder finally breaks the bearhug with headbutts and desperately avoids a clothesline, causing Steele to hit the turnbuckle. Snyder capitalizes with a flurry of quick strikes and a running knee lift that only slightly staggers Steele. Snyder hits the ropes for a splash, but Steele catches him mid-air and delivers a massive Fallaway Slam!
Steele goes for the cover (TWO COUNT). He looks frustrated. Cherry Bordeaux screams at him from ringside, demanding he finish the job and showing blatant disapproval of the two count.
Steele drags Snyder to the corner. He lifts Snyder onto the top rope for a superplex. The Head Official, Harper W. Williams, moves into position to monitor the action. As Williams’ back is to ringside, Cherry Bordeaux quickly slides into the ring apron, pulls the turnbuckle pad off the exposed corner, and slides back out before Williams can turn around.
ZAC BRINDLE: Wait a minute! Did you see that? Cherry Bordeaux just exposed the steel turnbuckle! Williams didn’t see it!
JOHNNY KAOS: Brilliant strategy! That’s why she gets the big bucks, Brindle! She’s playing chess while Snyder is playing checkers!
Steele executes the superplex, but instead of landing safely, he whips Snyder’s head directly into the exposed steel turnbuckle on the way down! Snyder crumples on impact, clutching his head.
ZAC BRINDLE: Oh, the exposed steel! That was utterly deliberate! Snyder is rocked!
Steele, seeing his opening, immediately hooks Snyder. He lifts the nearly unconscious Snyder high over his head and drills him to the mat with the devastating ‘Steel Collapse’ (high-angle powerbomb)!
JOHNNY KAOS: The ‘Steel Collapse’! Finish him!
Steele covers Snyder. Williams counts the pin: ONE! TWO! THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, Henry Steele!
Henry Steele stands tall, breathing heavily but triumphant. Cherry Bordeaux rushes into the ring, immediately hugging Steele and patting his chest, showering him with praise. She then steps over Snyder’s motionless body, bending down to whisper a sneering, victorious insult before blowing a mocking kiss to the booing crowd. Steele raises his arm as Cherry stands at his side, the picture of a dominant, manipulative faction.
ZAC BRINDLE: Another victory stolen by the conniving actions of Cherry Bordeaux! This faction is becoming a scourge on Project Violence, and someone needs to stop them!
JOHNNY KAOS: Don’t be mad, Brindle! It’s called being resourceful! Henry Steele got the win, and that’s all that matters! They are building momentum straight towards the top of the card!
(The camera holds on the dominant duo of Henry Steele and Cherry Bordeaux as they exit up the ramp, their faces filled with self-satisfaction.)
Backstage
(The camera shows a wide shot of JAMES VON DRAKE’s backstage office. It’s neat, with an expensive wood desk, and a large PV logo etched onto a glass wall behind him. JVD is seated behind his desk, reviewing papers, looking stressed. The door opens, and TEDDY RUSH enters. Rush is a high-energy, popular wrestler, but today he looks determined and serious.)
TEDDY RUSH: Commissioner Von Drake, do you have a minute?
JAMES VON DRAKE: (Without looking up, adjusting his glasses) Teddy. Yes, I suppose. Make it quick, I’m juggling ten different crises today, including whatever mess Cherry Bordeaux just created out there.
(Von Drake gestures vaguely towards the arena floor with a tired sigh, finally looking at Rush.)
TEDDY RUSH: I saw the schedule. I’m not booked for Uprising tonight, and I know I’m not on the card for Oblivion 2025. Sir, I need an opportunity. I’m one of the fastest, most exciting competitors in Project Violence, and I’m sitting on the sidelines while guys like Steven Love and Chopper Anderson are getting chances to prove themselves.
JAMES VON DRAKE: (Leans back in his chair, folding his hands) I understand your frustration, Teddy. But those men have been consistent for longer. I can’t just hand out spots on the biggest card of the year because you feel like you deserve one.
TEDDY RUSH: I’m not asking for a handout, JVD, I’m asking for a test. I’m ready to move past the opening matches. I’m ready to show you, show the fans, and show the entire locker room that I can hang with the heavy hitters. I need a match next week. A real challenge. Give me someone who is in the picture. I need to earn that spot at Oblivion.
(Von Drake studies Rush for a long moment, tapping his fingers on the desk. He sees the genuine hunger in Rush’s eyes.)
JAMES VON DRAKE: You know, I admire the initiative, Teddy. Too many guys wait for the phone to ring. You came right to the source.
(JVD pulls a tablet towards him, scrolling briefly.)
JAMES VON DRAKE: Alright. You want a challenge? You want to prove you belong in the Oblivion conversation? I’ll give you a chance to sink or swim. Next week, on the final Uprising before the Pay-Per-View, I’m going to book you in a singles match against Jean Louis Duval.
(Teddy Rush’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of Duval, who just had a dominant victory.)
TEDDY RUSH: (A nervous but excited grin spreads across his face) Duval? After what he just did to Chopper Anderson? That’s exactly what I wanted. Thank you, Commissioner.
JAMES VON DRAKE: Don’t thank me yet. Duval is on a tear, Teddy. If you win, if you can beat a man who is clearly positioning himself for the Heavyweight Championship, then I guarantee you’ll have a featured spot on the Oblivion card. But if you lose, if he dominates you the way he dominated Anderson… you go straight back to the drawing board. You have one week to prepare. Now get out of my office.
TEDDY RUSH: Understood, sir. Thank you. I won’t let you down.
(Rush gives a sharp nod, turns, and leaves the office, closing the door firmly behind him. He stands in the hallway for a second, taking a deep breath, clearly processing the enormous opportunity and challenge he just accepted.)
(The camera slowly zooms in on James Von Drake, who leans back again, rubbing his temples, a faint, calculating look on his face.)
RINGSIDE COMMENTARY:
ZAC BRINDLE: Wow. Teddy Rush just secured the biggest match of his career. Jean Louis Duval next week!
JOHNNY KAOS: This is huge! That’s sink or swim, Brindle! If Rush can beat Duval, he’s catapulted to the main event level! But I saw what Duval did to the Chopper! I hope Rush knows what he’s gotten himself into!
Non Title Match
Caleb Knox vs. Rex Stone
ZAC BRINDLE: This is it! Our main event here on Uprising! The PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox, in a non-title contest against one of the most promising young fan favorites in the company, Rex Stone!
JOHNNY KAOS: This is a big opportunity for Rex Stone, Brindle! If he can pin the champion tonight, even in a non-title match, he is guaranteed a shot in the future! But Knox is the Heavyweight Champion for a reason—he’s vicious, he’s ruthless, and he will do anything to keep his edge.
REX STONE enters first to a massive ovation. He is the quintessential athletic, clean-cut young star, full of fire and intensity. He acknowledges the fans with an energetic high-five lap around the ring.
The arena lights dim. CALEB KNOX’s grinding, aggressive theme music hits. The PV Heavyweight Championship belt is draped over his shoulder. He walks to the ring with slow, deliberate steps, looking completely unimpressed by the crowd or his opponent. He is the ultimate, arrogant heel champion.
The bell rings. Knox immediately establishes his dominance, shoving Stone hard into the corner. He talks trash, shouting, “You don’t belong in my ring!” Stone fights back with a quick Dropkick, sending Knox reeling, but the champion barely leaves his feet.
Stone uses his speed, hitting and moving, trying to keep Knox off balance. He manages to hit a beautiful Springboard Crossbody (TWO COUNT). Knox is visibly frustrated and resorts to brutal, heavy strikes, delivering stiff elbow shots and chops that echo throughout the arena.
ZAC BRINDLE: Stone is fighting the fight of his life! But Knox’s power game is just unrelenting. He’s chipping away at that young man’s spirit.
JOHNNY KAOS: The champion is making a point! This is a different league, Brindle! Knox is proving why he holds the gold!
Knox controls the middle of the match with powerful, wear-down moves, including a Half Boston Crab. Stone fights desperately, crawling to the ropes and forcing the break.
Stone mounts a desperate rally, hitting a stunning Tornado DDT! Knox is down! Stone goes to the top rope! He flies across the ring with a beautiful Frog Splash! ONE! TWO!… KNOX KICKS OUT!
ZAC BRINDLE: So close! Rex Stone almost pinned the Heavyweight Champion! The crowd is on its feet!
Both men slowly rise to their feet, reeling from the impact. Knox, slightly dazed, stumbles backward toward the ropes. Rex Stone charges for a running attack.
Knox quickly reaches into his trunks and pulls out a small, concealed steel plate he keeps taped inside his waistband. Stone dives in for a clothesline, but Knox snaps the steel plate forward, placing it over his fist and connecting with a vicious Knockout Blow to Stone’s temple! Knox immediately lets the plate drop back into his trunks, just as referee Harper W. Williams turns back around, having been briefly distracted by checking on the ropes.
JOHNNY KAOS: Wait a second! What was that? A fist? He just used a simple fist!
ZAC BRINDLE: No, Kaos, I saw it! He hit him with something! Knox cheated! He hit him with a foreign object!
Rex Stone, completely knocked out on his feet, stumbles and collapses. Knox quickly hooks the leg and drives his weight down. Harper W. Williams, having missed the illegal contact, delivers the final count: ONE! TWO! THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, the PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox!
Knox snatches his championship belt from the timekeeper and quickly exits the ring, not even bothering to look back at the fallen Stone. He strides up the ramp, clutching the championship, a small, dark smirk on his face. The replay monitor shows the brief, definitive flash of the steel plate in Knox’s hand just before impact.
ZAC BRINDLE: There it is! The replay shows it clear as day! Caleb Knox used a foreign object! This champion is a disgrace! He had to cheat to beat a young man on Uprising!
JOHNNY KAOS: (Shouting over Brindle) Ah, come on, Brindle! You can’t prove that! It was just a fast punch! It was a veteran using his ring awareness! The only thing you can prove is that Caleb Knox is still your Heavyweight Champion, and Rex Stone took the ‘L’!
(Knox holds the belt high at the top of the ramp, staring into the camera with cold, defiant eyes as the fans shower him with boos. The commentators argue loudly over the controversial finish as the screen fades to black.)
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