PV Ascension 2025 PPV
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 24th May 2025
[INTRO FOR PV: ASCENSION 2025 – SANCTIONED VIOLENCE NETWORK BROADCAST]
The screen fades in from black. Pyro explodes over the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City as a packed house of rabid Project: Violence fans roar in anticipation. The camera pans the crowd, signs waving, chants echoing, and energy pulsing through the air. The lights dim slightly as the voice of Zac Brindle kicks in, backed by Johnny Kaos.
Zac Brindle:
“Tonight… it all comes down to this. The blood. The sweat. The chaos. Welcome to PV: Ascension 2025, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network from a sold-out Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Six massive matches. Two titles on the line in a winner-takes-all main event. And a tournament final that will crown the next top contender to the PV Heavyweight Championship! Buckle up — this is going to be a violent ride!”
🎯 Dash Diaz vs. Henry Steele
After weeks of blindsides and beatdowns, ‘The Standard’ Dash Diaz is looking for revenge against Cherry Bordeaux’s monster, ‘Steele Fortress’ Henry Steele, in a battle of rising stars and brutal grudges.
🎯 TV Championship Match: Bernard Wolfe (c) vs. Midas
‘The Wayward Traveller’ has been tested week after week, but now he must survive the mute machine of destruction — Midas — one-on-one with the gold on the line.
🎯 PV Tag Team Championship Match: Starr Brothers (c) vs. Anarchy Alliance
After a huge non-title victory, Stevie Rigg & Edwin Ellis finally get their shot at the smug, cocky champions. Can the Anarchy Alliance bring home the gold, or will the Starr Brothers continue their reign of arrogance?
🎯 Submission Match: Adam Garcia vs. Elijah Drake
No pins. No escapes. No mercy. It’s tap or snap as ‘The Mad Bull’ looks to make Elijah Drake pay for costing him the PV Heavyweight Title — and Drake vows to humiliate Garcia in front of the world.
🎯 Ascension Tournament Final: Caleb Knox vs. Dutch Ramirez
It’s ‘Iron Heart’ versus ‘The Biker’ in the final showdown of the Ascension Tournament. The winner earns a guaranteed PV Heavyweight Championship shot — but only one man will ascend.
🎯 Main Event – Winner Takes All: Masafumi Satake (PV Heavyweight Champion) vs. Jean Louis Duval (International Heavyweight Champion)
Two champions. Two legacies. Only one man leaves with everything. After weeks of disrespect and escalation, Satake and Duval collide in a clash that will define the legacy of both men — and the future of Project: Violence.
Johnny Kaos:
“The road ends here — and only the strongest walk away standing.”
Zac Brindle:
“This is Project: Violence. This… is Ascension 2025.”
Cue theme music, crowd erupts, and the camera fades to the ring as the action is set to begin!
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Henry Steele
Ringside
The bell rings and the crowd erupts as Dash Diaz raises his hand in victory. He’s just pulled off a major upset over the powerful Henry Steele. The referee lifts Diaz’s arm, and Diaz climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the fans who are chanting his name:
Crowd: “DASH! DASH! DASH!”
At ringside, Cherry Bordeaux is livid, yelling at the referee and shouting at Steele to get up. Inside the ring, Diaz turns to celebrate again—
WHAM!
Steele blindsides Diaz from behind with a vicious clothesline, dropping him instantly. The fans immediately turn to thunderous boos.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Come on! The match is over! Dash Diaz won fair and square!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And Cherry Bordeaux’s throwing a tantrum — now she’s got Steele putting the boots to Diaz!”
Steele continues stomping Diaz into the mat as Cherry slides into the ring, barking orders. She points at Diaz and yells, “End him!” Steele hauls Diaz up by the hair—
BUT SUDDENLY —
James Mendoza sprints down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! The crowd erupts in cheers!
Zac Brindle:
“Here comes Mendoza! Someone’s got to stop this madness!”
Mendoza slides into the ring, swinging the chair in Steele’s direction! Steele and Cherry quickly back off to a corner, raising their hands—
—BUT THEN MENDOZA TURNS AND SMASHES THE STEEL CHAIR OVER DASH DIAZ’S HEAD!!!
CRACK!
The cheers turn to stunned gasps and then an eruption of boos as Dash Diaz crumples to the mat, unconscious.*
Johnny Kaos:
“WHAT THE HELL!?”
Zac Brindle:
“Mendoza just betrayed Dash Diaz! Why!? WHY!?”
Cherry Bordeaux breaks into a devilish smile as Mendoza looks down at Diaz’s fallen body, expressionless. Steele smirks as he walks over to Mendoza and offers a fist bump — Mendoza accepts. Cherry raises both their arms as the fans rain down hatred.
Zac Brindle:
“I can’t believe what I’m seeing! James Mendoza has just joined forces with Cherry Bordeaux and Henry Steele!”
The trio leaves the ring together, Mendoza walking tall beside Bordeaux and Steele. Inside the ring, Dash Diaz lays motionless as officials rush down to check on him. The last image before the segment fades is Cherry blowing a kiss to the camera.
Johnny Kaos:
“Project: Violence just got a whole lot more dangerous.”
Backstage
The camera cuts to the parking area of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. The fans watching from the big screen inside the arena roar as “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia steps out of a black SUV, gym bag over his shoulder, eyes laser-focused. Dressed in a black hoodie and warm-up gear, Garcia looks like a man ready for war.
Before he can make it more than a few steps toward the locker room, a bubbly voice calls out—
Elena Cruz (off camera):
“Adam! Adam! Can we grab a word before the biggest match of your PV career tonight?!”
The camera pans as Elena Cruz, holding a microphone and phone simultaneously, hurries up to Garcia. She’s already live-streaming to her followers, flashing a bright smile while Garcia barely slows down, still walking toward the building.
Elena Cruz:
“Tonight, it’s you versus The Legendary Elijah Drake… submission match! The whole world is watching, Adam. How are you feeling heading into this clash?”
Garcia finally stops, breathing steady, eyes still intense.
Adam Garcia:
“Elena… this isn’t about hashtags or trending clips. This is about payback. Elijah Drake cost me the PV Heavyweight Championship. He embarrassed me in front of the world. Tonight? I make sure he never forgets who I am.”
He adjusts the strap on his bag and steps closer to the camera.
Adam Garcia:
“He calls himself a legend? Let’s see if he can live up to it when he’s screaming in pain, tapping out in the middle of the ring. No shortcuts. No excuses. Just me, him, and the truth.”
Garcia turns and walks off, leaving Elena slightly speechless as she lowers her mic, her livestream still running.
Elena Cruz (to her phone):
“Okayyyy, wow… The Mad Bull is locked in, you guys. Don’t miss this match tonight—it’s gonna be violent.”
Camera fades out as Elena sends one last wink to the livestream audience.
TV Championship Match
Bernard Wolfe (c) vs. Midas
Ringside
The bell rings and the crowd is stunned into a stunned murmur that quickly grows into loud boos as Midas stands tall over Bernard Wolfe, the referee raising the silent Egyptian monster’s hand in victory.
Announcer:
“Here is your winner… and NEW Project: Violence Television Champion… MIDAS!”
The camera focuses on the fallen body of Bernard Wolfe, clutching his ribs and grimacing in pain, the fight drained from him. He gave everything—but it wasn’t enough.
The boos get louder as Katya Roux struts up the steel steps and slinks into the ring with a sinister smile, high heels clicking against the canvas. The new TV Championship belt is in her hands—gleaming under the arena lights like a trophy of destruction.
Katya raises the belt high above her head, soaking in the reaction from the Atlantic City crowd. She walks over and drapes it carefully over Midas’ broad shoulder, then places a hand on his chest as if presenting him to the world.
Katya Roux (shouting above the boos):
“Bow before your true champion!”
Midas doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. His eerie golden mask hides any emotion. He simply stands tall, breathing heavily through his nose, eyes locked straight ahead like a statue carved out of punishment and power.
Katya laughs, her voice echoing over the microphone as the fans continue to jeer.
Katya Roux:
“Bernard Wolfe was just the beginning. This reign? It will be eternal. Midas doesn’t lose… he ends. And now, this title… belongs to him again.”
With Wolfe still motionless near the ropes, Midas turns and exits the ring without a word, the championship belt now gripped firmly in his hand. Katya trails close behind, blowing a mocking kiss to the crowd.
The last shot before fading out is a focused close-up on Wolfe still on his knees in the ring, looking up toward the ramp as his reign ends… and Midas’s terrifying second era begins.
Commercial
PV Uprising 123
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 31st May 2025
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the bustling corridors of the Crimson Club Casino Arena, where the ever-vibrant Elena Cruz stands ready with her signature sparkly microphone, flashing a perfectly posed smile for the Sanctioned Violence Network.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Ascension 2025 and I am standing by with a man who calls himself The Legendary… Elijah Drake.”
The crowd watching on the screen in the arena boos loudly as Elijah Drake steps into frame, dressed in a custom black-and-gold tracksuit, his signature smug smirk stretched across his face. He adjusts his wrist tape, oozing arrogance.
Elena Cruz:
“Elijah, tonight you step into the ring with The Mad Bull Adam Garcia in what’s being billed as one of the most personal matches in PV history—a submission match, no less. What are your thoughts heading into this huge confrontation?”
Drake lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his slicked-back hair before turning to Elena.
Elijah Drake:
“My thoughts, Elena? My thoughts are that submission match or street fight, steel cage or last man standing—it doesn’t matter. Because tonight, Adam Garcia finds out that legends aren’t made… they end people.”
He steps closer to the camera, his voice low and deliberate now.
Elijah Drake:
“You see, Garcia walks around here pretending to be some noble hero. He fights for the fans. He bleeds for the badge. But me? I don’t fight for them. I don’t fight for some moral high ground. I fight to win. I fight to dominate. And tonight, I’m going to take that overhyped pride of his… and crush it until he’s begging me to stop.”
The fans in the arena can be heard booing even louder through the broadcast. Elena tries to interject, but Drake cuts her off, eyes locked into the lens.
Elijah Drake:
“You want to know how tonight ends? I’ll give you a spoiler, sweetheart. Adam Garcia is going to tap. Not because I’m better—everyone already knows that. But because deep down… he knows it too.”
He stares down the camera for a long moment, then sneers and walks off without another word. Elena turns back to the camera with wide eyes.
Elena Cruz:
“Strong words from a very confident Elijah Drake. The only question now is—will he back them up?”
Fade out to the official PV Ascension 2025 graphic promoting the upcoming match.
PV Tag Team Championship Match
The Starr Brothers (c) vs. The Anarchy Alliance
Ringside
*The bell rings as the crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena explodes with a thunderous roar! “Anarchy Reigns” by Upon a Burning Body blasts over the speakers as Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis, the Anarchy Alliance, fall to their knees in the center of the ring, clutching the PV Tag Team Championship belts—Champions once again!
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“They’ve done it! Anarchy Alliance are back on top of the tag team mountain!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And the Starr Brothers are absolutely losing their minds!”
The camera cuts to Darren and Simon Starr, shouting furiously at the referee in the corner. Darren points at his shoulder, claiming a kick-out. Simon kicks the bottom rope in frustration, practically frothing at the mouth.
Meanwhile, Stevie Rigg hoists his half of the gold into the air as Edwin Ellis jumps to the second rope, beating his chest and roaring in victory. The crowd chants:
“YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!”
The brothers continue their tantrum, Simon grabbing the referee by the collar before being forced back by an official. Darren yells toward commentary:
Darren Starr (off mic):
“This is a robbery! A disgrace! We’re the stars of this company!”
Back in the ring, Rigg grabs a microphone, still breathless, sweat dripping from his brow.
Stevie Rigg:
“Starr Brothers… you talked a lot of trash. Said you were the best. Said we were done. Well guess what, boys?”
He looks at the belts, then out to the crowd, who are hanging on every word.
Stevie Rigg:
“We’re still here. And we’re holding these for the second damn time! Believe it!”
Edwin Ellis:
“You ran your mouths. Now run to the back and cry about it!”
The Starr Brothers finally retreat, seething, as the crowd continues to mock them with chants of “Cry-babies! Cry-babies!”
Anarchy Alliance climbs opposite turnbuckles, holding the PV Tag Team Championship belts high as fireworks shoot from the ring posts and the crowd celebrates with them. The camera captures one last wide shot of the victorious team basking in the moment as the screen fades out with the caption:
“ANARCHY REIGNS AGAIN!”
Fade to black.
Backstage
The camera cuts to a lavishly decorated locker room somewhere in the depths of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air. A single glowing lamp casts dramatic shadows as the cocky, chain-smoking Frenchman, Jean Louis Duval, lounges in a leather chair, exhaling a long stream of smoke from a slim cigarette held delicately between his fingers. Draped across his lap is the gleaming International Heavyweight Championship belt.
Standing behind him like two watchful sentinels are his henchmen, the Legion — HyperNova, arms crossed and stone-faced, and Royce Lacroix, who quietly polishes a pair of gold-accented gloves.
Jean Louis Duval (in a low, confident tone):
“Tonight, mes amis… tonight, we complete the masterpiece.”
(He taps the ash from his cigarette into a crystal tray.)
“Satake was the past. I proved that when I took this from him.”
(He pats the International title.)
“And now, he walks around clinging to that other belt… pretending to be the heart and soul of Project: Violence.”
HyperNova silently nods, while Lacroix smirks behind him.
Jean Louis Duval:
“But what this place doesn’t understand… what Satake doesn’t understand… is that I’m not here to belong. I’m here to own. Project: Violence is no longer the land of honour and respect. It’s the land of power. And I am the future king.”
He stands, brushing imaginary dust from his designer shirt. He slings the International title over his shoulder and lights another cigarette with theatrical flair.
Jean Louis Duval:
“By the end of tonight, the world will see the truth. Satake is a relic… a wandering ghost clinging to dreams.”
He exhales another cloud of smoke, slowly.
Jean Louis Duval:
“And I? I will be the man who buried him. Both titles. One throne. Le roi est arrivé.”
He blows a kiss to the camera, smirking as he turns to his men.
Jean Louis Duval:
“Let’s go. Time to take everything.”
The camera lingers on Duval’s smug grin and the silent, intimidating presence of the Legion behind him before fading out.
Submission Match
Adam Garcia vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
The bell rings and the fans rise to their feet as “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia finally releases the punishing submission hold that forced “The Legendary” Elijah Drake to tap out in the centre of the ring. The atmosphere is electric as Garcia pulls himself to his feet, sweat-drenched and battle-worn but victorious. His music hits, and the Atlantic City crowd erupts in cheers.
Garcia leans against the ropes, breathing heavily, emotion pouring from his face. He throws a fist into the air as the referee raises his hand, signaling the win. Fans chant:
“YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!”
Meanwhile, Elijah Drake lies on the mat, clutching his arm and staring up at the lights, his expression distant — shaken, stunned. The reality of defeat is written all over his face. The man who once dubbed himself the greatest to ever step foot in a Project: Violence ring has just been humbled on the biggest stage. Slowly, Drake rolls under the ropes and stumbles to his feet at ringside.
He looks back into the ring, eyes wide and jaw slack, like he’s seen a ghost. The crowd notices, and they let him hear it with a resounding chant:
“NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!”
Drake stares daggers at them, then turns toward the ramp, walking slowly and shakily to the back, his aura of invincibility fractured. The camera lingers on him as he disappears behind the curtain, his head lowered.
Back in the ring, Adam Garcia climbs the turnbuckles and throws his arms wide open, soaking in the ovation. This was his war. His moment. And he won it. The “Mad Bull” stands tall, with pride in his eyes and fire still in his heart — a warrior who just silenced a legend.
Fade to black.
Backstage
The camera cuts to Elena Cruz, holding a Sanctioned Violence Network microphone, standing next to a battle-ready Dutch Ramirez. The crowd in the arena roars when they see “The Biker” on the big screen, pacing slightly with focused intensity. He’s got his leather vest on, fists clenched, the roar of the crowd from earlier still echoing faintly behind them.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with the man they call ‘The Biker’, Dutch Ramirez, who is just moments away from the Ascension Tournament Final against ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox. Dutch, this has been a long road, and tonight — it all comes down to this. What’s going through your mind?”
Dutch Ramirez:
(Still pacing, then stops and turns to face Elena)
“Elena… I’ve chewed gravel and spat blood to get here. I’ve been to hell and back with Sombrio, I shut up that loudmouth Domino, and now I’m one win away from a shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship.”
(Crowd cheers faintly in the background)
Dutch Ramirez:
“Caleb Knox… I’ve watched what you can do. You’re tough, you’re dangerous, and you don’t quit. I respect that. But make no mistake — I don’t ride into battle to lose. This ain’t just another fight for me. This is the moment I’ve been chasing my entire damn career.”
Elena Cruz:
“You mentioned the PV Heavyweight Championship — if you win tonight, you’ll earn a title shot. What would it mean to you to challenge for that gold?”
Dutch Ramirez:
(Eyes flash with intensity)
“It means everything. That title? It’s more than gold. It’s validation. It’s a statement to the whole damn world that Dutch Ramirez is no longer the guy who almost made it. I didn’t come to Project: Violence to make friends or play games. I came to carve a path through the noise… and it ends with my name on the marquee.”
(He steps in closer to the camera, voice low but forceful)
Dutch Ramirez:
“Caleb… I hope you’re ready for the fight of your life. Because I’ve got one more ride left in me — and it ends in the main event.”
Dutch nods once to Elena, then storms off frame, ready for war. Elena turns back to the camera with a fired-up expression.
Elena Cruz:
“You heard it — Dutch Ramirez is locked in and ready for battle! The Ascension Tournament Final is moments away, only on the Sanctioned Violence Network!”
Cut back to ringside.
Ascension Tournament Final Match
Caleb Knox vs. Dutch Ramirez
Ringside
The bell rings and the entire arena is on its feet — some stunned into silence, others jeering loudly. “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox has just forced Dutch Ramirez to submit in the center of the ring after a brutal, grinding war. The referee raises Caleb’s arm high as the victorious heel stares coldly down at the fallen fan-favorite. The boos rain in from all corners of the Crimson Club Casino Arena.
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Caleb Knox has done it! He’s won the Ascension Tournament — and by submission no less! That’s as definitive as it gets!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“And listen to this crowd — they hate it! But like it or not, Caleb Knox just punched his ticket to a PV Heavyweight Championship match!”
Knox doesn’t soak in the boos like a typical arrogant heel — he stands stone still, breathing heavily, eyes focused ahead with a grim, calculating look. The referee tries to hand him the tournament trophy, but Knox takes it with a sharp tug, holding it close to his chest for a moment before hoisting it above his head.
The fans boo even louder, but Knox doesn’t flinch. He turns to the nearest camera and speaks into it directly:
Caleb Knox (coldly):
“One more mountain left to climb… and I’ll tear it down brick by brick.”
Behind him, Dutch Ramirez is slowly recovering on the mat, holding his shoulder and looking gutted but defiant. Caleb glances over his shoulder at him, then exits the ring without another word. No trash talk. No cheap shots. Just cold victory.
The camera lingers on Dutch, who sits up slowly, shaking his head in frustration as the fans applaud his effort. Meanwhile, Caleb walks up the ramp, tournament trophy in one hand, and the shadow of a championship opportunity hanging over him like a storm cloud.
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“That man is dangerous, Zac. Ice cold. No nonsense. And now, he’s heading straight for either Satake or Duval.”
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Project: Violence… meet your next nightmare. His name is Caleb Knox.”
The camera cuts to a close-up of Knox at the top of the ramp, turning to face the crowd one last time. With the tournament trophy raised high, and hatred pouring from the fans, Iron Heart stands alone.
Fade to black.
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where social media obsessed host Elena Cruz stands, beaming with excitement, holding her Sanctioned Violence Network microphone. Beside her is the stoic, focused Masafumi Satake, PV Heavyweight Championship resting over his shoulder. The crowd can be heard roaring from the arena in anticipation of the winner-takes-all main event.
Elena Cruz:
“Okay fans, we are just moments away from the massive main event here at Ascension 2025! And standing next to me is the man who will be defending the PV Heavyweight Championship — the one, the only, Masafumi Satake!”
The crowd watching on the big screen cheers loudly as Satake offers a respectful nod, his expression calm but intense.
Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi, tonight, it’s winner takes all. Your PV Heavyweight Championship and Jean Louis Duval’s International Heavyweight Championship are both on the line. This is the match the world has been waiting for. How are you feeling heading into this monumental moment?”
Satake looks off toward the distance for a moment, then slowly brings the mic closer.
Masafumi Satake:
“As I said last week…. All my life… I’ve been searching for something. A feeling of fellowship. Of acceptance. I have finally found that here, in Project: Violence.”
He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, eyes steady.
Masafumi Satake:
“Every time I step into that ring, my heart is filled with pride. These fans — this company — they deserve the best. Jean Louis Duval… you are a fraud. A coward. You’ve already taken one thing from me.”
He pauses. His jaw tightens slightly.
Masafumi Satake:
“But no more. Never again.”
Elena’s expression shifts — she’s visibly moved by the champion’s conviction. The crowd can be heard cheering backstage as Satake continues.
Masafumi Satake:
“Tonight, I fight not just for gold… but for honor. And I will leave with both championships.”
Satake gives Elena a final respectful nod before walking off camera, leaving behind a moment of pure, quiet intensity. Elena turns back to the camera with a breathless smile.
Elena Cruz:
“Whoa… you could feel that. The main event is coming up next — Masafumi Satake vs. Jean Louis Duval. Title for title. Pride, legacy… and supremacy. Don’t go anywhere.”
The camera fades out as the roar from the arena grows louder, moments away from battle.
Project Violence Presents ‘Dance of the Damned 2025’
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 26th July 2025
PV Heavyweight Championship Match
Masafumi Satake (c) vs. Jean Louis Duval (c)
Ringside
The bell has already rung. The crowd is on its feet, roaring with thunderous applause as Masafumi Satake stands tall in the center of the ring, sweat pouring down his face, eyes glassy with emotion. In each hand, he holds a championship — the PV Heavyweight Championship and the International Heavyweight Championship. Streamers in red, white, and gold rain down from the rafters as Satake raises both belts high into the air.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Listen to this crowd! Listen to Atlantic City rise to its feet for one of the greatest moments in Project: Violence history!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Masafumi Satake has climbed the mountain, not once — but twice! Tonight, he leaves Ascension as the undisputed king of Project: Violence!”
In the aisleway, the defeated Jean Louis Duval is slumped between his henchmen, HyperNova and Royce Lacroix, his face a mask of disbelief and pain. The Frenchman clutches his ribs, yelling in protest despite being barely able to stand, as his allies drag him up the ramp. The fans rain down boos, but their focus soon returns to the ring.
Satake falls to one knee, lowering both belts and placing one hand to his heart as he gazes around the Crimson Club Casino Arena, visibly overcome by the moment. The streamers continue to fall like confetti, and chants of “Sa-ta-ke! Sa-ta-ke!” echo from wall to wall.
Zac Brindle:
“This isn’t just a victory — this is vindication. For Satake. For honor. For what Project: Violence is all about.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Jean Louis Duval called him a coward. He said he would walk out with both belts… and now, he’s walking out empty-handed!”
The camera lingers on Satake one more moment—his eyes lifted to the rafters, his shoulders heavy with gold, his soul lit with pride—before the broadcast cuts suddenly…
…to a quiet backstage hallway. A monitor displays Satake’s celebration live, but the focus is on the figure standing in front of it: Caleb Knox. Cold. Silent. Unblinking. The winner of the Ascension Tournament stands with his arms folded, watching… calculating…
The lights from the screen flicker across his face as a slow, almost imperceptible smirk creeps onto his lips.
Zac Brindle (voiceover):
“Caleb Knox… the next in line. The Iron Heart watches. And waits.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Masafumi Satake may be on top of the world tonight… but that mountain just grew another shadow.”
The feed cuts back to the ring one final time — Satake now on the second turnbuckle, both belts held high once again to the roar of the fans — before fading slowly to black.
[END BROADCAST – ASCENSION 2025]
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