P:V Atlantic City Assault PPV
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ

25th January 2025

[The camera opens to a sold-out Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey. The excitement is palpable as the crowd roars, ready for an unforgettable night of action at Project Violence’s inaugural Atlantic City Assault Pay-Per-View. The camera zooms across the venue, showcasing the lights, the vibrant atmosphere, and the anticipation from the fans. A large banner reads, “Welcome to the Crimson Club Casino – Home of the Future of Violence!”]

[The camera cuts to ringside, where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are standing by, both with wide smiles as they address the eager crowd.]

Zac Brindle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are LIVE from the brand-new Crimson Club Casino Arena here in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and tonight, we’re bringing you one of the most anticipated events in Project Violence history! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside the one and only Johnny Kaos, and we’re set for a night of absolute chaos and destruction!”

Johnny Kaos:
“You’re not kidding, Zac! The atmosphere here is electric, and there’s not a single person in this building who isn’t buzzing for what we’ve got lined up tonight. From top to bottom, this card is STACKED, and we’re going to see champions defend their gold, rivalries reach new heights, and more chaos than you can shake a stick at!”

Zac Brindle:
“That’s right, Johnny! The action tonight kicks off with the P:V Tag Team Championship match, where the Starr Brothers—the cocky, arrogant champions—defend their titles against some mystery opponents! Who’s going to step up to the plate and challenge the reigning champs? We don’t know yet, but you know it’s going to be big!”

Johnny Kaos:
“Then we’ve got Dash Diaz taking on Rex Stone in what is bound to be an absolute showcase of athleticism and heart. Diaz has been calling for a challenge, and he’s got it tonight against the powerhouse that is Rex Stone. This one could be a game-changer for both men!”

Zac Brindle:
“That’s just the beginning, Johnny! We’ve also got Gabriel Cross taking on Teddy Rush in a matchup that’s all about pride and redemption! Cross has made a name for himself by attacking Rush in the past—will Teddy be able to get some payback, or will Cross continue his reign of terror?”

Johnny Kaos:
“Then, of course, we’ve got the P:V TV Championship on the line! Stevie Rigg defends his title against the masked menace Midas and his manager Katya Roux. Midas has been a force to be reckoned with lately, and Rigg has his hands full tonight. Will the TV title remain in Rigg’s possession, or will the monster Midas take over?”

Zac Brindle:
“After that, we have a title fight that could steal the entire show. Masafumi Satake defends his IPWA International Heavyweight Championship against Jean Louis Duval! Duval has made a name for himself across Europe, but Satake has been a dominant force here in Project Violence. This match is going to be an absolute clinic in wrestling!”

Johnny Kaos:
“And last but certainly not least… The P:V Heavyweight Championship is on the line in a No DQ, No Time Limit match! Adam Garcia—the Mad Bull—defends his title against two of the biggest threats to his reign: Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox. These three men have had a rocky road leading to this, and tonight, we’ll see who truly deserves to be called the P:V Heavyweight Champion.

Zac Brindle:
“It’s all going down tonight, folks, and with the stakes higher than ever, I don’t think any of us are prepared for what’s to come. But one thing’s for sure—Atlantic City Assault is going to be a night we’ll NEVER forget!”

Johnny Kaos:
“Enough talk, Zac. The action’s about to begin. Let’s get this show on the road!”

[The camera cuts to the arena entrance as the fans roar, and the lights dim. The P:V logo flashes across the screen, and we’re ready to kick off the action in the Crimson Club Casino Arena! The camera zooms in on the ring as the first match is set to begin.]



Ringside
International Men of Mystery

[The camera cuts to the ring as The Starr Brothers—Darren and Simon—stand in the centre, microphones in hand, clearly unimpressed with the situation. The fans continue to boo loudly as the cocky champions stand tall, sneering at the audience.]

Darren Starr:
“Let’s get this over with, yeah? We’ve been hearing all week about mystery opponents for the P:V Tag Team Championships—and frankly, we’re sick of waiting. We’ve beaten everyone that’s come our way, and tonight, whoever it is that’s coming out here better be ready to have their asses handed to them. So, GM Von Drake, enough with the suspense. Who are our opponents?!

Simon Starr:
“We didn’t come here to play games, alright? We came here to defend these titles, and anyone who thinks they can take them from us is living in a dream world! So, who’s it gonna be, huh? Who’s got the guts to step up and face the best damn tag team on the planet?”

[The fans boo even louder, chanting “Starrs suck!” as the brothers continue to taunt the crowd.]

Darren Starr (mocking):
“Yeah, that’s right. Go ahead, boo. You wish you could be as good as us. But the fact is, we’re the tag team champions and that’s not changing tonight. So just send out whoever it is, already! We’re ready to run over them!”

[Suddenly, the lights dim and the familiar sound of a pounding drumbeat echoes through the arena, followed by the entrance music for The Ultras. The German duo of Jürgen “The Enforcer” Köhler and Axel “The Bruiser” Schmidt march out to a thunderous pop from the crowd! The fans erupt as the imposing, no-nonsense tag team make their way to the ring, ready for battle.]

Johnny Kaos:
“Well, well, well… It looks like the Starr Brothers have gotten a surprise they weren’t prepared for! The Ultras, the IPWA International Tag Team Champions, are here to crash the P:V party, and this could be a game-changer!”

Zac Brindle:
“I’ve gotta say, Johnny—The Ultras are one of the most dangerous teams in the world. They’ve proven themselves in IPWA, and tonight, they’re looking to make a statement here in Project Violence!”

[The Starr Brothers are visibly irked at the arrival of The Ultras, but they recover quickly, staring down their new challengers from the opposite side of the ring.]

Simon Starr (sneering):
“You think you’re worthy to challenge us? You’re a bunch of Eurotrash! Get out of our ring before we make you regret this.”

[Without missing a beat, Jürgen Köhler and Axel Schmidt roll into the ring, and it’s on! The two teams immediately start trading right hands, fists flying as the crowd goes wild! Köhler and Schmidt land stiff shots to the Starr Brothers, knocking them back against the ropes.]

Johnny Kaos:
“And there it is! The Ultras aren’t waiting for any introductions—this match is on!”

Zac Brindle:
“These two teams are wasting no time, Johnny! This is going to be an absolute war!”

[The referee quickly calls for the bell, signaling that the match is underway! The Starr Brothers and The Ultras are trading blows, with Köhler and Schmidt showing off their raw power and precision strikes while the Starr Brothers try to use their speed and dirty tactics to get an upper hand. The fans are on their feet, chanting for both teams, with the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch.]

Johnny Kaos:
The Starr Brothers don’t know what hit them right now! The Ultras are here to make a point, and they’re not backing down for anyone!”

Zac Brindle:
“And with the P:V Tag Team Championships on the line tonight, you can bet these two teams are going to leave it all in the ring. It’s chaos here in the Crimson Club Casino Arena!”

[The fight continues, with neither team giving an inch, as the camera pans to the crowd, who are roaring in support of both teams. The chaos of the opening match is just the beginning of what promises to be an unforgettable night of action.]



P:V Tag Team Championship Match
The Starr Brothers (c) vs. The Ultras



Backstage
The Mad Bull Arrives

[The camera cuts backstage as the sound of a car door slamming shut echoes through the corridor. The camera pans to reveal Adam Garcia, the P:V Heavyweight Champion, stepping out of a sleek black vehicle. He adjusts his championship belt on his shoulder, the gold gleaming under the harsh arena lights. His expression is focused, determined, and cold.]

[As Garcia walks towards the entrance to the arena, Elena Cruz quickly approaches, microphone in hand, eager to get an interview. She moves towards him, but Garcia doesn’t slow his pace.]

Elena Cruz:
“Adam, Adam! Can I get a word with you before your big match tonight? Everyone’s talking about how you’re going to handle the pressure of defending your title against both Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox in tonight’s No DQ match. How are you feeling?”

[Garcia doesn’t break stride, his eyes never leaving the door ahead of him. His response is clipped and full of intent.]

Adam Garcia:
“Feeling? I’m feeling like I’m going to do exactly what I’ve always done. Fight.”

[He stops for a moment, finally looking at Elena, but his focus is unwavering.]

Adam Garcia:
“I’m the P:V Heavyweight Champion for a reason, Elena. You think I’m worried about Drake? You think I’m worried about Knox? Nah. They’ve both been talking a big game, but tonight, they get to see what happens when someone like me walks into a fight. The Mad Bull doesn’t back down from anyone.”

[Elena looks up at Garcia, slightly taken aback by his intensity. She presses on, trying to get more out of him.]

Elena Cruz:
“Well, both Drake and Knox have been saying that tonight’s the night they’re going to take that title from you. Is there any part of you that feels the pressure? That tonight could be your last night as champion?”

[Garcia chuckles, a low, menacing sound. He steps closer to Elena, his tone darker.]

Adam Garcia:
“Pressure? Pressure is something you feel when you don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve earned this, Elena. I’m not some guy who just stumbled into this position. I’ve earned this title, and I’ll be damned if anyone’s going to take it from me. Tonight, I’m walking out of that ring with the same title I’ve held since day one. And if either of them tries to stop me? They’ll find out exactly why they call me the Mad Bull.”

[He turns away from Elena and starts walking toward the backstage area, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. Elena watches him, but before she can say anything more, Garcia calls back over his shoulder.]

Adam Garcia:
“If either of them think they’re walking out with this tonight, they’ve got another thing coming.”

[With that, he disappears into the shadows backstage, leaving Elena to look after him, realising there’s nothing more she can get from the Champion for now.]



Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Rex Stone



Ringside
The Steele Fortress

[The bell rings after a fast-paced and hard-hitting match between Dash Diaz and Rex Stone, signalling the end of the contest. The fans cheer as Diaz narrowly manages to secure the victory, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on his brow. Both men, exhausted but respectful, approach each other in the middle of the ring. They extend their hands for a handshake, and the crowd responds with a round of applause for the show of sportsmanship.]

Zac Brindle:
“Great match there! You’ve got to give it to both men, they put it all on the line tonight. Diaz with the win, but both competitors earned a lot of respect here!”

Johnny Kaos:
“Absolutely, Zac. That’s what it’s all about – hard work, and respect. But what happens now? What’s next for both of these men?”

[As Diaz and Stone shake hands, the crowd continues to cheer. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes as the entrance music for Steel Fortress Henry Steele hits the PA system, and the arena falls into stunned silence.]

Zac Brindle:
“What the—? Who is this?”

Johnny Kaos:
“I don’t like the look of this, Zac! Someone’s making their presence felt, and it doesn’t look like they’re here to say hello.”

[The imposing figure of Henry Steele walks down the entrance ramp. Standing at 6’6″, his presence is absolutely commanding, his eyes fixed on the two men in the ring. The crowd is unsure whether to boo or remain silent as Steele slowly approaches the ring, his steps deliberate and calculated.]

Zac Brindle:
“This is Steel Fortress Henry Steele, folks. He’s got an imposing stature, but what does he want here?”

[Steele climbs into the ring with an air of dominance. Before either Diaz or Stone can react, Steele launches into a brutal assault. He grabs Diaz by the shoulder and slams him into the corner, landing several hard right hands. Stone tries to intervene, but Steele spins around and lifts Stone effortlessly, tossing him across the ring with a powerful slam.]

Johnny Kaos:
“Good God! This guy is a monster! What is he doing here? Is he trying to send a message to the locker room? To Diaz or Stone?”

[Steele picks up Diaz and Stone one by one, throwing them around the ring like ragdolls. The crowd boos loudly as the newcomer shows no mercy, laying in powerful strikes and throwing both men into the turnbuckles. Steele stands tall in the ring, surveying the destruction he’s caused, before walking to the ropes and staring down at the booing crowd with a cold, emotionless gaze.]

Zac Brindle:
“Henry Steele has made an immediate impact here in P:V, but what does this mean for Diaz and Stone? What kind of statement is Steele trying to make by attacking these two after what was a highly-respected match?”

Johnny Kaos:
“We’ve just witnessed a brutal introduction to Steel Fortress. I don’t think anyone was expecting this tonight, but one thing’s for sure—Henry Steele is here to make an impact!”

[With the boos continuing to echo through the arena, Steele leaves the ring with cold determination, not even glancing back at his victims. He walks up the ramp, his imposing figure disappearing behind the curtains as the camera cuts to the aftermath in the ring, where both Diaz and Stone lie motionless.]

Zac Brindle:
“We’ll have to see if we get any answers on why Henry Steele decided to make his mark tonight. But as of now, all we know is that the Steel Fortress has arrived in P:V!”

[The camera pans across the crowd as they continue to boo, the atmosphere tense and uncertain about what’s to come next for the newcomer in P:V.]



Backstage
The World is Watching

[The scene opens in a dimly lit backstage area. Katya Roux stands beside the masked monster Midas, who is silently staring ahead, his intense gaze unblinking. Roux, dressed in a sharp suit, exudes confidence as she begins speaking to her charge in a calm but authoritative tone.]

Katya Roux:
Midas, listen to me carefully.

[She places a hand on his broad shoulder, ensuring he’s fully focused.]

Katya Roux:
Tonight is about sending a message. Stevie Rigg—he’s a brawler, a fan favourite, but tonight? He is nothing more than a stepping stone. You are going to show the world why you’re not just another competitor. You’re a monster.

[Midas doesn’t respond, but his breathing deepens as he nods ever so slightly. Roux continues, her voice growing more intense with every word.]

Katya Roux:
I want you to be dominant. No hesitation. No mercy. Rigg thinks he can stand toe-to-toe with you, that his fists can keep you down. But what does a man like him know about true power? About real strength?

[She steps around Midas, circling him like a predator, eyes burning with conviction.]

Katya Roux:
You’re not like any other wrestler, Midas. You’re a force of nature. When you step into that ring tonight, I want you to destroy Rigg.

[Roux pauses and leans in close, whispering directly into Midas’s ear as she takes a breath.]

Katya Roux:
Make him regret ever thinking he could be a challenge. Break him. Break his will. Then, once you’ve made your statement, I want you to leave him lying in the ring, just another example of what happens when you cross Midas. You will show them all. Tonight, we take everything from Rigg. And when he’s broken… I’ll take the TV Championship.

[Midas’s body tenses up, his fists clenching, but still, he remains silent.]

Katya Roux:
Tonight, Midas. Make your name. Make it clear that you’re a force no one can ignore. Go out there and take what’s yours. Go out there and destroy Stevie Rigg.

[She steps back, surveying him one last time with a satisfied look.]

Katya Roux:
Go, now. The world is waiting to see you do what you do best.

[Midas turns and exits, his presence alone sending chills down the spine of anyone in the vicinity. Roux watches him go, a smile creeping across her face as she knows her monster is about to do exactly what she’s ordered. The camera lingers on Roux’s satisfied expression as the scene fades out.]



Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs. Teddy Rush



Backstage
No Matter the Cost

[The camera opens in a brightly lit backstage area, where Elena Cruz stands, microphone in hand, ready for an interview. She smiles warmly as she introduces her guest for the evening.]

Elena Cruz:
“Good evening, everyone! I’m here backstage with the reigning IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, the ever-respectful and disciplined, Masafumi Satake, ahead of his title defence against Jean Louis Duval later tonight.”

[Satake, dressed in his ring gear and carrying the International Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder, nods politely to Elena. His calm, focused presence radiates respect and confidence.]

Masafumi Satake:
“Thank you, Elena. I’ve prepared for tonight’s match like I always do – with respect for my opponent, but with the intention of defending my championship with everything I have. Duval is a strong competitor, but tonight, I will show why I am the champion.”

[Elena smiles at Satake’s poised attitude.]

Elena Cruz:
“That’s certainly the mindset of a champion, Masafumi. But we know that Jean Louis Duval is no slouch, and with the recent tensions between you two, it’s clear this won’t just be a wrestling match. Do you have any concerns heading into this defence?”

Masafumi Satake:
“There are always challenges in every match. Duval is a competitor who uses every opportunity to get ahead. But I will remain true to my principles—honour, focus, and hard work. That is how I will defend my title tonight.”

[Before Satake can continue, the camera shakes as a loud noise interrupts. Out of nowhere, Jean Louis Duval’s two henchmen, HyperNova and Royce Lacroix, rush in from behind and attack Satake! The two men strike quickly, launching a flurry of punches into Satake’s back and chest.]

Elena Cruz:
“Oh my god! What’s going on?!”

[Satake, clearly caught off-guard, fights back immediately, trading blows with both men, but the two goons overpower him with a numbers advantage. Lacroix clubs Satake across the back, while HyperNova pulls Satake’s arm behind his back, wrenching it painfully. Satake struggles, trying to defend himself, but the assault is relentless.]

Elena Cruz:
“Somebody help! This is… this is disgraceful!”

[As the attack continues, Satake manages to break free for a moment, throwing a few punches to HyperNova and Lacroix, but his attacks lack the usual precision, weakened by the surprise attack. Lacroix drops Satake with a knee to the gut, while HyperNova applies a rear choke, constricting Satake’s air supply.]

[The assault goes on for several more moments until security rushes in to break things up. HyperNova and Lacroix, seeing the security guards, quickly retreat, leaving Satake on the ground, breathing heavily.]

Elena Cruz:
“This… this is unbelievable! Jean Louis Duval’s goons have just attacked the champion, Masafumi Satake, just moments before his title defence!”

[Satake slowly gets to his feet, clutching his midsection, a grimace on his face. Despite the attack, there’s fire in his eyes. He knows he has to defend his title in just a few moments, but the damage may already be done.]

Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi… I’m sure this attack wasn’t part of your plan. How are you feeling heading into the match tonight?”

Masafumi Satake:
“I… I will not let this stop me. I will fight for this championship. Duval and his men can try to weaken me, but my heart is strong. Tonight, I will defend my title, no matter the cost.”

[Satake clenches his fists, his resolve clear, though the toll from the attack is evident in his body language. The camera zooms in on him as he begins to walk off to prepare for his match, the tension building in the air.]

Elena Cruz (off-screen):
“It’s clear that Masafumi Satake is determined to overcome this, but will the surprise assault by Duval’s goons prove to be the deciding factor? We’ll find out soon enough, folks. Stay tuned!”

[The camera cuts to black as Elena’s voice echoes, the crowd anticipating what’s to come next.]



P:V TV Championship Match
Stevie Rigg (c) vs. Midas



Ringside
Anarchy Alliance

[The camera pans to the ring, where Midas stands tall over a fallen Stevie Rigg. The new P:V TV Champion grips the championship tightly in his hands, his imposing frame illuminated by the harsh spotlight. The crowd boos loudly, voicing their displeasure at the result, while Midas remains emotionless, staring down at his fallen opponent.]

Johnny Kaos:
“Love him or hate him, Midas just did the unthinkable! Stevie Rigg’s reign as TV Champion is officially over!”

Zac Brindle:
“But look at this! Midas isn’t done! Katya Roux’s climbing into the ring – this can’t be good!”

[Katya Roux steps gracefully through the ropes, a sinister smile on her face as she approaches Midas. She snatches a microphone from ringside and begins addressing her monster, her accent dripping with malice.]

Katya Roux:
“Midas! This… this is your moment! You are the most dominant force in Project Violence, and tonight, you have proven it by taking this championship away from that… that weak, pathetic excuse for a fighter! But we are not done yet.”

[The fans boo louder, but Katya revels in the heat, raising a hand to silence them.]

Katya Roux:
*”Finish him! Show everyone that Stevie Rigg is *finished* and send a message to the entire roster that nobody stands in the way of Midas!”*

[Midas glances down at Rigg, who is still struggling to move after the brutal match. The masked monster steps forward, towering over the former champion, his body language indicating that he’s ready to deliver more punishment. The crowd’s boos reach deafening levels.]

Johnny Kaos:
“This is disgusting! Stevie Rigg just went through hell in that match, and now this?!”

Zac Brindle:
“Katya Roux has unleashed Midas on Rigg, and this might be the end of Stevie Rigg’s career if no one stops this!”

[Just as Midas lifts Rigg to his feet by the hair, the crowd suddenly erupts into cheers as the unmistakable entrance music of Edwin Ellis hits the sound system! The reaction is deafening as Rigg’s long-time tag team partner sprints down the entrance ramp, a determined fire in his eyes.]

Johnny Kaos:
“It’s Edwin Ellis! He’s back! Edwin Ellis is here!”

Zac Brindle:
“The heart and soul of Anarchy Alliance is back, and he’s here to save his partner!”

[Katya Roux’s expression changes from smug satisfaction to shock as Ellis slides into the ring. Midas turns to meet him, but Ellis charges forward, unleashing a barrage of punches to the monster! The fans roar as Ellis fights with everything he has, forcing Midas to stumble back.]

[Midas tries to fight back, but Ellis ducks under a wild swing and delivers a massive dropkick that sends the masked monster through the ropes to the outside. Katya Roux frantically orders Midas to retreat as Ellis stands tall in the ring, fists raised and adrenaline pumping.]

Johnny Kaos:
“Edwin Ellis has just saved his partner and sent Midas packing!”

Zac Brindle:
“Look at this crowd, Johnny! They are on their feet for Edwin Ellis! What a moment!”

[Ellis immediately kneels beside Rigg, checking on his partner. Rigg nods weakly, acknowledging Ellis’s presence as the crowd chants, “Welcome back! Welcome back!” Meanwhile, on the outside, Katya Roux pulls Midas back, shouting at him to bide his time.]

Katya Roux (shouting):
“This is not over, Ellis! This is FAR from over!”

[Ellis glares at Roux and Midas, motioning for them to come back into the ring. The fans cheer louder as Ellis helps Rigg to his feet, the two partners standing united in the centre of the ring as Midas and Roux retreat up the ramp. The scene fades with Ellis raising Rigg’s arm, the crowd firmly behind them.]

Johnny Kaos:
“Edwin Ellis is back, and he’s made it clear that Katya Roux and Midas won’t get away with their actions without a fight!”

Zac Brindle:
“You can bet that this rivalry is far from over, Johnny. But for tonight, the Anarchy Alliance stands strong!”

[The show cuts to a commercial as the cheers of the crowd echo throughout the arena.]



Backstage
The Age of Iron

[The scene opens backstage in the bustling interview area of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Elena Cruz stands poised, microphone in hand, her polished demeanour shining through as the crowd’s energy can be heard in the background. Standing beside her is the stoic and focused ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox. The towering Knox, dressed in his ring gear with a black hoodie over his shoulders, exudes quiet intensity as he prepares for the biggest match of his P:V career.]

Elena Cruz:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time – one of the challengers in tonight’s P:V Heavyweight Championship triple threat match – *‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox!* Caleb, tonight you have the opportunity to achieve something monumental. You face not only the champion Adam Garcia but also Elijah Drake in what promises to be one of the most hard-fought matches in P:V history. What’s going through your mind right now?”*

[Knox takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he collects his thoughts. He adjusts the hood on his sweatshirt before speaking in his low, measured tone.]

Caleb Knox:
*”What’s going through my mind, Elena? Focus. Determination. And the undeniable fact that tonight is my moment. Adam Garcia wants to prove why he’s the champion, why he’s *‘The Mad Bull’.* Elijah Drake thinks he’s been robbed, that he’s the rightful number one contender. And me? I’m the man who’s walked into this company with a target on his back and a point to prove. Tonight, I show the world why they call me ‘Iron Heart’.“*

[The crowd can be heard cheering faintly from the arena as Knox continues, his tone unwavering.]

Caleb Knox:
“Adam Garcia is one of the toughest men I’ve ever seen step into the ring. He’s been a fighting champion, no doubt. But his time at the top? It’s running out. Elijah Drake? He’s loud, he’s brash, and he’s desperate. That makes him dangerous. But desperation can make a man reckless, and reckless doesn’t win championships. I’ve fought my whole life to get here, to prove that hard work and resilience mean more than ego or bravado. Tonight, I don’t just survive in that ring – I conquer.”

Elena Cruz:
“Strong words, Caleb. But this is no ordinary match – it’s a triple threat. No disqualifications, no time limits, and two incredibly dangerous opponents. Does that add extra pressure, knowing you’re walking into a chaotic environment where you don’t even have to be pinned to lose?”

[Knox smirks slightly, his calm exterior remaining unshaken.]

Caleb Knox:
“Pressure? I thrive on it, Elena. Chaos? That’s just another word for opportunity. You see, while they’re too busy trying to tear each other apart, I’ll be there, picking my moment. They want to turn this into a war, and that’s fine – I’ve been in wars before. But when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, I’ll be the one standing tall, holding that championship high above my head.”

[The crowd roars in the arena as Knox’s confidence resonates. Elena nods, impressed by his resolve.]

Elena Cruz:
“One last question, Caleb. If tonight goes your way and you leave as the P:V Heavyweight Champion, what will it mean to you to be at the top of this company?”

[Knox looks down for a brief moment, as if reflecting on his journey. When he looks back up, there’s a fire in his eyes that speaks volumes.]

Caleb Knox:
*”It’ll mean everything. But more than that, it’ll mean hope. Hope for every single fan out there who’s ever been told they’re not good enough, that they can’t make it. I’m here to prove them wrong. Winning that title tonight isn’t just about me – it’s about showing the world that no matter how many times life knocks you down, you get back up. That’s what being *Iron Heart* is all about. And tonight, Elena? I get back up one last time.”*

[Knox adjusts his hood, glancing at the camera before walking off with purpose. Elena turns back to the camera, clearly impressed by his conviction.]

Elena Cruz:
*”There you have it, ladies and gentlemen – *‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox* is ready for the fight of his life. Will he walk out of Atlantic City Assault as the new P:V Heavyweight Champion? We’ll find out later tonight!”*

[The scene fades back to the arena as the crowd chants loudly for Knox, his words clearly resonating with the fans.]



IPWA International Heavyweight Championship Match
Masafumi Satake (c) vs. Jean Louis Duval



Ringside
Stolen

[The scene opens as the bell rings, signalling the end of the match. Jean Louis Duval stands in the centre of the ring, holding the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship high above his head, his smug grin radiating arrogance. Masafumi Satake, battered and bruised from the earlier attack by Duval’s henchmen Royce Lacroix and HyperNova, lies on the mat clutching his ribs, clearly in pain. The referee checks on Satake, but the damage is done – his reign has come to an end. The fans erupt into deafening boos, furious at the outcome.]

[Duval parades around the ring, mockingly bowing to the jeering crowd, revelling in the chaos he has created. Royce Lacroix and HyperNova join him in the ring, raising his arms in victory as they stand over the fallen Satake.]

Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“I can’t believe what we’ve just witnessed! After everything Masafumi Satake has endured tonight – the underhanded attack backstage, the relentless interference – Jean Louis Duval has stolen the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship!”

Johnny Kaos (on commentary):
“This is disgusting, Zac. Satake is one of the most honourable champions we’ve ever seen, and for it to end like this? It’s a travesty. Duval should be ashamed, but look at him – he’s loving every second of it!”

[Duval grabs a microphone from ringside, his cocky demeanour fuelling the crowd’s hatred even further. He stands over Satake, smirking, as he raises the championship belt high.]

Jean Louis Duval:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, I told you this was my destiny! I told you that the era of Masafumi Satake was over! And now, *I* stand before you as the new IPWA International Heavyweight Champion!”*

[The crowd drowns him out with loud boos and chants of “You suck! You suck!” but Duval is unfazed.]

Jean Louis Duval:
*”Boo all you want – it won’t change a thing! Masafumi Satake was nothing more than a relic of the past, a man clinging desperately to glory. Tonight, I proved that I am the *present* and the future of this industry!”*

[HyperNova and Royce Lacroix mock the fans at ringside, pointing and laughing at the crowd’s frustration. Meanwhile, Satake begins to stir, pulling himself up slowly using the ropes. Duval notices this and sneers.]

Jean Louis Duval:
*”Oh, look at this – the so-called *honourable warrior* is still trying to fight. Let this be a lesson to everyone watching: no amount of pride, honour, or resilience can match the brilliance and strategy of Jean Louis Duval!”*

[The crowd’s boos reach a fever pitch as Duval motions for Lacroix and HyperNova to grab Satake. The henchmen pull Satake to his knees, holding him in place as Duval stands over him, the championship draped over his shoulder.]

Jean Louis Duval:
“Satake, you should’ve known better. You should’ve stepped aside and saved yourself the embarrassment. But now, the world will remember you as the man who was conquered by greatness!”

[Duval raises the microphone and the championship above his head, basking in the heat from the fans. Just as he seems ready to deal another blow to Satake, security rushes down the ramp, sliding into the ring to separate the men. Lacroix and HyperNova reluctantly let go of Satake, but not before delivering a final shove to the former champion. Security holds them back as Duval, still smug, exits the ring with his henchmen, taunting the fans as they retreat up the ramp.]

Zac Brindle:
“What a disgraceful display by Duval and his goons! This isn’t how a championship should change hands!”

Johnny Kaos:
“Satake deserved better than this, Zac. He fought valiantly, but the odds were stacked against him from the moment Duval orchestrated that attack earlier tonight. What an absolute travesty!”

[The camera focuses on Satake in the ring, being tended to by medics and security as the crowd chants his name in support. Meanwhile, Duval and his entourage celebrate at the top of the ramp, the championship gleaming under the arena lights. The final shot lingers on Satake’s determined expression, even in defeat, as the commentary team questions what’s next for the former champion.]

Zac Brindle:
“Masafumi Satake may have lost the title tonight, but something tells me this isn’t the end of his story. He’s not the kind of man to let this go without a fight!”

Johnny Kaos:
“You’re damn right, Zac. Duval may have stolen the championship, but he’s awakened something in Satake – and I don’t think he’s ready for what’s coming his way.”

[The screen fades to black, with the boos of the crowd echoing throughout the Crimson Club Casino Arena.]



Backstage
The Last Chance Legend

[The scene opens backstage in the dimly lit interview area of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Elena Cruz stands poised with a microphone in hand, her expression a mix of professionalism and excitement. Next to her is the legendary Elijah Drake, dressed in his ring gear and his trademark black leather jacket. His face is intense, his eyes burning with determination as he stares just past the camera, seemingly lost in thought.]

Elena Cruz:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with a true legend of our industry, a man who has given everything to this sport – Elijah Drake. Elijah, tonight, you step into the ring for what could very well be your *last chance* to become the P:V Heavyweight Champion. How are you feeling in this moment?”*

[Drake takes a deep breath, his focus slowly shifting to Elena as he considers his response. His voice, grizzled yet commanding, cuts through the tension like a knife.]

Elijah Drake:
“How am I feeling, Elena? That’s a loaded question, isn’t it? I’ve been doing this for nearly two decades. I’ve fought in rings across the globe, I’ve bled, I’ve broken bones, I’ve sacrificed everything – all in the pursuit of greatness. And tonight… tonight might be my last shot. My last shot at reaching the top of the mountain here in Project Violence.”

[Drake pauses, looking down for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. The crowd in the arena, watching on the big screen, starts chanting, “Elijah! Elijah!” which faintly echoes backstage.]

Elijah Drake:
“You see, people like Adam Garcia and Caleb Knox – they’ve got time on their side. They’ve got years ahead of them, chances waiting around every corner. But me? I’m on borrowed time. This might be it. This might be the last opportunity I ever get to wrap that Heavyweight Championship around my waist. And if it is… I’m not leaving anything in that ring tonight. Not a damn thing.”

[Elena nods, clearly moved by Drake’s passion. She leans in slightly, her voice softer now.]

Elena Cruz:
“Elijah, you’ve been vocal about the circumstances leading to this match – Adam Garcia accepting both you and Caleb Knox as challengers, the animosity between you and Knox… does any of that weigh on your mind tonight?”

[Drake lets out a humourless chuckle, shaking his head slightly.]

Elijah Drake:
“Weigh on my mind? Elena, that’s putting it lightly. Caleb Knox is a tough son of a gun, no doubt about it. But he’s also arrogant. He’s walking into this thinking he’s got it all figured out – thinking he’s already the uncrowned champion. Let me tell you something, kid: it’s not about how strong you are, it’s about how much you can endure. And as for Adam Garcia… I’ve got respect for him. The man’s a fighter, no question. But respect won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done.”

[Drake steps closer to the camera now, his voice lowering but growing more intense, his eyes piercing through the lens as if addressing the entire P:V universe.]

Elijah Drake:
“Tonight, it’s not about Knox’s rise or Garcia’s reign. Tonight is about legacy. My legacy. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve sacrificed – it all leads to this moment. So if this is my last shot, if this is the last chapter in the book of Elijah Drake… then I promise you, it’s gonna be one hell of a chapter.”

[The crowd in the arena erupts into cheers, chanting “You’ve still got it!” as Drake takes a step back, nodding slightly to himself. Elena takes a moment before addressing the camera.]

Elena Cruz:
“Thank you, Elijah. Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it – the legendary Elijah Drake, moments away from the biggest match of his career. Will tonight be the night he finally captures the P:V Heavyweight Championship? We’ll find out soon.”

[Drake gives Elena a small nod, then turns and walks away, his steps measured and deliberate as he heads toward the curtain. The camera lingers on his back, the faint chants from the crowd growing louder as he disappears down the hallway. The screen fades to black.]



P:V Heavyweight Championship Match
Adam Garcia (c) vs. Elijah Drake vs. Caleb Knox



Ringside
Not Over

[The camera cuts to the ring where Adam Garcia stands tall, holding the P:V Heavyweight Championship above his head in celebration. The fans erupt in cheers as he soaks in the moment, the spotlight on him as confetti rains down from the ceiling. His face is a mix of pride and relief after successfully defending his title in the chaotic and hard-fought triple threat match. Caleb Knox is still lying in the ring, nursing his wounds, while Elijah Drake stands off to the side, seething with frustration.]

[Zac Brindle (commentator):]
“What a night here at the Atlantic City Assault PPV! And Adam Garcia, the reigning P:V Heavyweight Champion, proves once again why he is the top dog in Project Violence!”

[Johnny Kaos (commentator):]
“Absolutely, Zac. But while Garcia celebrates here, you’ve got to wonder what’s going through the mind of Elijah Drake right now. He was so close, but ultimately didn’t even factor into the decision here tonight.”

[The camera zooms in on Elijah Drake, standing near the entrance ramp with his arms crossed. His expression is full of anger and disappointment, his eyes fixed on Garcia. His breathing is heavy as he watches Garcia lift the title in front of him, still feeling the sting of the loss.]

[The crowd’s cheers begin to subside, replaced by murmurs as the tension builds between the two men.]

[Adam Garcia, still holding the championship high, looks over at Elijah Drake. The two lock eyes, the intensity palpable between them.]

[Garcia takes a microphone, his voice clear and confident as he addresses the crowd.]

Adam Garcia:
“Elijah… Caleb… I don’t need to say much. We all know what happened tonight. I’ve been through hell, and I’ve come out on top. I am the champion, and I’ll keep this belt for as long as I damn well please.”

[The fans erupt in cheers, but there’s a noticeable tension in the air, with all eyes on Drake. Elijah takes a step forward, his jaw clenched as he watches Garcia.]

Adam Garcia:
“But Elijah, you’ve got one thing right. You’ve earned my respect. You’ve been at the top of the mountain, and I know how much this means to you. But tonight, I proved that I’m not just another guy in your way. I’m THE guy. You’re just gonna have to get in line like everyone else.”

[Drake’s eyes narrow, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. He raises the mic, ready to respond.]

Elijah Drake:
“You think I’m just gonna sit here and let you talk down to me? Let you play this off like it doesn’t mean a damn thing? You have no idea what it feels like to have it slip through your fingers. You’ve been given everything on a silver platter, Garcia. But I’ve clawed my way to this moment. And you know damn well that I’m not done. This isn’t over.”

[Garcia smirks, shaking his head in disbelief.]

Adam Garcia:
“Then get in line, Elijah. Because I’m still the champion, and nothing’s gonna change that.”

[The two men stare each other down, the tension between them thick. The fans are on their feet, chanting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” The arena is electric with anticipation as the camera pans back and forth between Garcia and Drake, both standing tall in the ring, both with their own ambitions and grudges.]

[Suddenly, Caleb Knox, who had been slowly recovering on the mat, gets to his feet. He stares at Garcia for a moment, then looks at Drake, his eyes filled with contempt.]

[Knox grabs a microphone, his voice cutting through the tension.]

Caleb Knox:
“You two think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you? Garcia, you’re still holding onto that belt like it means something. But it’s only a matter of time before I come for you. And Elijah, you still think you’re next in line? Get in line behind me.”

[The crowd erupts in boos as Knox drops the mic and walks out of the ring, leaving the two competitors glaring at one another.]

[Zac Brindle (commentator):]
“This is far from over, folks. We’ve got a volatile situation here in the Heavyweight division, and it’s only getting more complicated!”

[Johnny Kaos (commentator):]
“That’s right, Zac. With Knox and Drake both standing in Garcia’s shadow, it’s clear that the battle for the P:V Heavyweight Championship is far from finished. We’ll have to wait and see how this all unfolds!”

[The camera focuses one last time on Garcia holding the title high, while Drake and Knox glare from the ramp. The final shot shows Garcia in the ring, victorious but far from at peace as the screen fades to black.]

[End of the show.]


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