P:V Deadly Habits 2025 PPV
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
29th March 2025
[The show opens with a sweeping shot of the packed Crimson Club Casino Arena, where thousands of passionate fans are on their feet, waving signs and chanting as pyrotechnics explode on the stage. The arena is electric, buzzing with anticipation for the biggest night of the month. The camera cuts to ringside, where commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to kick off the action.]
Zac Brindle: “Welcome, everyone, to Deadly Habits 2025! We are live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and the atmosphere here tonight is absolutely off the charts!”
Johnny Kaos: “And it damn well should be, Zac! Tonight, we’re going to see champions defend their gold, grudges settled, and one of the most anticipated main events in PV history. Adam Garcia, ‘The Mad Bull’ himself, is just one day away from holding the PV Heavyweight Championship for an entire year!”
Zac Brindle: “But standing in his way is the relentless warrior, Masafumi Satake! After weeks of tension, sneak attacks, and unanswered questions about who took both men out backstage, it’s finally time to see who walks out as the top dog here in Project Violence!”
Johnny Kaos: “Garcia has beaten everyone in his path, but Satake is one of the most disciplined, dangerous competitors we’ve ever seen. Will Garcia’s dominant reign come to a crushing end tonight?”
Zac Brindle: “That’s not all! We’ve also got two championship matches to look forward to. The Starr Brothers put their PV Tag Team Championships on the line against the fan-favorite Anarchy Alliance. Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis have been fighting tooth and nail to earn this shot—will they finally dethrone the cocky champions?”
Johnny Kaos: “And let’s not forget Midas putting his PV TV Championship on the line against ‘The Wayward Traveller’ Bernard Wolfe! Wolfe has been on the hunt for weeks, but Midas has been as slippery as ever, always finding a way to stay on top.”
Zac Brindle: “Plus, we’ve got two personal grudges boiling over tonight! Henry Steele, the brutal ‘Steel Fortress,’ goes one-on-one with the returning ‘Standard’ Dash Diaz. And in what might be the most heated battle of the night, Caleb Knox takes on Elijah Drake! Knox has been running his mouth for weeks, calling Drake washed up and claiming he lacks the killer instinct to be a true champion. Tonight, Drake has the chance to prove him wrong!”
Johnny Kaos: “This is going to be one for the ages, Zac! Titles, pride, and legacies are on the line tonight at Deadly Habits! Buckle up, because it’s about to get violent!”
Zac Brindle: “Let’s not waste another second—Deadly Habits starts right now!”
[The camera cuts to the ring as the first match of the night is set to get underway, with the crowd buzzing with excitement.]
TV Tag Team Championship Match
The Starr Brothers (c) vs. Anarchy Alliance
Backstage
From the Shadows Pt.1
[Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the camera rushes down a dimly lit hallway to find Masafumi Satake sitting on the floor, one hand on the back of his head, clearly shaken and catching his breath. A few production staff are gathered around, concerned. Just then, GM James Von Drake storms onto the scene with a group of security guards.]
James Von Drake: “What the hell happened here?!”
Masafumi Satake: (breathing heavily) “Someone… attacked me from behind. Didn’t see who it was.”
James Von Drake: “Damn it! Are you alright? Can you go tonight?”
Masafumi Satake: (nods firmly) “I’m fine. I will fight. Tonight… I will beat Adam Garcia.”
James Von Drake: “Alright, alright. Look, you take a minute to catch your breath. Medical team’s on the way. We’re not letting anything get in the way of tonight’s main event.”
[Von Drake turns to the security guards, pointing authoritatively.]
James Von Drake: “You guys, I want double patrols around the whole arena! No one comes near the locker rooms without clearance—got it?!”
[The security guards nod and scatter to carry out the orders. Satake pulls himself to his feet, still visibly sore but resolute.]
James Von Drake: (patting Satake on the shoulder) “You sure you’re good, Satake? No shame in calling it off if you’re hurt.”
Masafumi Satake: (with a fierce glare) “I will fight. Nothing will stop me.”
[Von Drake nods, clearly impressed by Satake’s determination, before giving him a final look of concern and heading off to oversee security. The camera lingers on Satake as he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the battle ahead.]
PV TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. Bernard Wolfe
Ringside
#ANDNEW
[The crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena is on their feet, roaring with excitement as “The Wayward Traveller” Bernard Wolfe stands tall in the center of the ring, clutching the PV TV Championship belt to his chest. Sweat drips down his face, but his expression is one of pure triumph as he raises the belt high above his head. The fans chant “WOLFE! WOLFE! WOLFE!” as Wolfe takes a moment to soak it all in.
Katya Roux, still at ringside, glares up at the new champion with venom in her eyes. She shouts insults in French, furious that her client has lost the title, but Wolfe barely acknowledges her presence. Instead, he walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up, holding the championship belt aloft to another huge pop from the crowd.
Wolfe leaps down and grabs a microphone, still holding the belt tight. He looks out at the sea of cheering fans and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Bernard Wolfe:
“They said it couldn’t be done… they said that Midas was unstoppable… but tonight, the Wayward Traveller found his way to the gold!”
[The crowd erupts again as Wolfe nods, clearly moved by the support.]
Bernard Wolfe:
“Midas, you may have bullied your way through everyone else… but your reign ends here! Because this—”
[He holds the championship up once more.]
“—this belongs to the people! No more hiding behind Roux, no more cheap shots and sneak attacks. The PV TV Championship is finally where it belongs!”
[Katya Roux slams her hands on the apron, screaming at Wolfe, but he just smirks at her.]
Bernard Wolfe:
“And if you or your boy want a rematch… I’ll be right here, waiting. But just know one thing—no matter how many times you come at me, no matter what tricks you try… I will not back down! I fought for this, I earned this, and I’m gonna be a fighting champion!”
[The fans cheer loudly as Wolfe drops the mic, climbs another turnbuckle, and raises the championship belt high once again. Katya Roux, realizing she’s been defeated tonight, reluctantly backs up the ramp, still seething with anger. Wolfe watches her leave with a confident grin, proudly holding his hard-earned prize as his music blares through the arena.]
Backstage
Back Up Pt.1
[Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, Dash Diaz is lacing up his boots, mentally preparing for the battle ahead. His expression is serious, focused, and determined as he takes a deep breath, clearly aware of the danger awaiting him. Suddenly, the sound of heels clicking on the floor catches his attention, and he looks up to see “The Blonde Bombshell” Cherry Bordeaux approaching with a confident smile.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Hey, Dash.”
Dash Diaz gives her a nod, still focused on his preparations.
Dash Diaz:
“Hey, Cherry. What’s up?”
Cherry leans against the locker, her smile softening a little.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“I just… wanted to wish you luck out there. I know how dangerous Steele is, but I also know you’ve got what it takes to take him down.”
Dash gives a half-smirk, but his eyes stay serious.
Dash Diaz:
“Appreciate it. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on him since he put me on the shelf. Tonight, it’s time to make that monster pay.”
Cherry hesitates for a moment, then takes a step closer.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Dash… I want to be out there with you tonight. In your corner.”
Dash looks at her, surprised.
Dash Diaz:
“Are you sure about that? Steele’s a damn beast. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”
Cherry places a hand on his shoulder, her expression resolute.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“I know what I’m getting into. You’ve had my back more than once, and tonight… I want to be out there supporting you. You can’t protect me from everything, Dash. Let me stand by your side.”
Dash looks hesitant, but Cherry gives him a playful grin and leans in, kissing him gently on the cheek. Dash’s tough demeanor cracks as a small, almost shy smile appears.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Besides… you might need a little good luck charm out there.”
Dash chuckles and nods, the tension easing just a bit.
Dash Diaz:
“Alright, Bombshell… but just stay out of harm’s way. I don’t want Steele getting anywhere near you.”
Cherry flashes him another smile and winks.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Deal. Let’s go show that brute what happens when he messes with the Standard.”
Dash nods, his confidence bolstered, as the two head out of the locker room together, ready to face the imposing “Steel Fortress” Henry Steele up next!
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Henry Steele
Ringside
Back Up Pt.2
[The bell rings as “The Steel Fortress” Henry Steele stands tall over the fallen body of Dash Diaz, his hand raised in victory. The referee tries to check on Diaz, but Steele shoves him away and grabs a steel chair from ringside. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos, sensing what’s about to happen. Steele slides back into the ring, menacingly raising the chair above his head.
Cherry Bordeaux, who had been at ringside cheering for Dash throughout the match, suddenly slides into the ring, putting herself between Steele and Diaz. Steele pauses, confusion flickering across his cold, stoic face. Cherry spreads her arms wide, standing defiantly between the towering monster and the vulnerable Dash Diaz.
The crowd roars with approval, cheering on Cherry’s bravery, but Steele doesn’t lower the chair. He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as Cherry glares back at him. Suddenly, Cherry’s expression shifts — from fierce determination to something almost… mischievous. A sly smile spreads across her face as Steele hesitates. The confusion in the arena grows louder, with fans unsure of what’s happening.
Steele lowers the chair just a fraction, and then — without warning — he hands it to Cherry. The fans gasp as Cherry accepts the chair, and Dash Diaz, struggling to get back to his feet, looks up at her in shock and betrayal. Cherry stares down at him, her smile widening before raising the chair high — and smashing it down across Dash’s skull!
The arena explodes with a mix of boos and stunned silence as Dash crumples to the mat, motionless. Cherry stands over him, her breathing heavy and a cold, wicked grin plastered on her face. Steele nods in approval, an almost imperceptible smirk forming as Cherry tosses the dented chair aside.
Steele reaches out his hand, and Cherry takes it without hesitation, the two standing together in the ring as the fans express their outrage. Arm in arm, Cherry Bordeaux and Henry Steele leave the ring, ignoring the jeers and shouts from the crowd. Cherry glances over her shoulder one last time, flashing a wicked smile at the unconscious Dash Diaz, before the unlikely duo makes their way up the ramp together, unified and unapologetic.
Backstage
From the Shadows Pt.2
[Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the camera rushes down a corridor where a commotion has broken out. Adam Garcia, the PV Heavyweight Champion, is slumped against the wall, breathing heavily and holding his ribs. Medical staff are surrounding him, trying to assess his condition. Security personnel are on high alert, scanning the area for any signs of the attacker.
GM James Von Drake pushes through the chaos, looking shocked and frustrated.
James Von Drake: (sternly) “What the hell happened here?! Who did this?”
One of the medics shakes his head, indicating they don’t know. Garcia forces himself upright, shoving one of the medics away as he tries to examine him. Von Drake steps closer, concern evident in his voice.
James Von Drake: “Adam, you’re in no shape to compete tonight. There’s no way I’m letting you go out there like this. The match is off.”
Garcia’s eyes flash with fury as he suddenly grabs Von Drake by the shirt and tie, pulling him close despite his obvious pain.
Adam Garcia: (growling) “You call the match off, and I swear I’ll knock your teeth down your throat. I’m not losing this shot at making it a whole year with the belt. I don’t care who did this — I’ll fight Satake on one leg if I have to!”
Von Drake hesitates, clearly conflicted, but Garcia’s grip tightens. The Mad Bull’s fierce determination is palpable despite the bruises forming on his face and torso.
James Von Drake: (sighing) “Alright, alright! You’re on. But damn it, Adam, don’t be stupid. If you’re not fit to compete by the main event, I’m pulling the plug whether you like it or not.”
Garcia releases his grip, shoving Von Drake back as he wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Adam Garcia: “I’ll be ready. I’ve worked too damn hard for this. One year, Von Drake… one whole year. Ain’t nobody taking this from me.”
Von Drake nods reluctantly, signaling the medical team to keep monitoring Garcia as the champion steadies himself, refusing to show any more weakness. The camera lingers on Garcia’s fiery eyes as he glares defiantly, determined to make it to the ring no matter what.
Backstage
Alibi
[Backstage, Elena Cruz is standing by with a microphone in hand. Beside her is “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox, his usual intense and confident demeanor on full display.]
Elena Cruz: “Caleb, tonight you’re set to face Elijah Drake in one of the most highly anticipated grudge matches of the night. But with everything that’s gone down — including the attack on Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia — some people are pointing fingers your way. Do you have anything to say about that?”
Caleb Knox: (scoffs) “You know what, Elena? I’m actually glad you’re here, because it proves one thing — I didn’t do it. If I had jumped Garcia, I’d be halfway to the ring right now bragging about it. But I didn’t, and honestly, I don’t need to. I know everyone’s gonna blame me because I’m the one who’s been calling out all these so-called legends lately, but I’ve got nothing to hide. I don’t jump people from behind — I face them head-on.”
Elena Cruz: “Well, that’s certainly a bold statement. But speaking of legends, tonight you’re up against Elijah Drake. You’ve repeatedly questioned his killer instinct, and yet… no one’s even heard from him tonight. Do you think he’s going to show up?”
Caleb Knox: (smirking) “You tell me, Elena. I’ve been saying it for weeks — the man’s washed up. He’s a fraud legend, living off his past accomplishments, and I’m about to expose him for what he really is — a relic who’s got no place in my ring. Maybe he’s scared. Maybe he finally realized he doesn’t have what it takes anymore. Either way, I’m done talking. I’m heading out there right now to show up Elijah Drake — whether he’s man enough to face me or not.”
[Knox adjusts his ring gear and gives Elena a cold, confident look before storming off toward the entrance. Elena watches him go, clearly uneasy as the camera lingers on her thoughtful expression.]
Single Match
Caleb Knox vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
Point Proven
[The bell rings as “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox stands tall in the center of the ring, his intense gaze fixed on the fallen legend, Elijah Drake. The crowd is showering Knox with deafening boos, but he just smirks, soaking in the hatred as if it fuels him.]
Zac Brindle: “Caleb Knox has just pinned Elijah Drake! Love him or hate him, you can’t deny that Knox just backed up every word he said.”
Johnny Kaos: “I hate to admit it, but you’re right. He did exactly what he said he would. But look at the state of Drake… he’s barely moving.”
[Drake slowly rolls to the apron, using the ropes to pull himself up. His face is etched with pain and frustration, his eyes distant and unfocused. Knox stands silently in the ring, raising one arm in victory, not saying a word. The camera catches the faintest smirk on his face as he watches Drake struggle.]
[The fans continue to boo Knox, but as Drake drops to the floor and stumbles toward the ramp, something changes. Drake pauses, his breathing heavy, and a twisted, almost unsettling expression creeps over his face. He turns to look back at Knox, his eyes blazing with a dark, newfound intensity.]
Zac Brindle: “Wait a minute… what’s going on with Elijah Drake? He… he doesn’t look like himself.”
Johnny Kaos: “I’ve never seen that look on his face before… what the hell is going through his mind right now?”
[Knox notices Drake staring back at him and raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Drake takes a slow, deliberate step backward up the ramp, his twisted grin growing wider, as if something inside him has snapped. Knox just shakes his head dismissively, but there’s an unease in his eyes.]
[The camera lingers on Drake’s unsettling expression as he backs up the ramp, eyes locked on Knox, before cutting back to the ring where Knox continues to celebrate his victory, albeit with a hint of wariness. The crowd buzzes with uncertainty and confusion as the show fades to black.]
Backstage
Ascension
[The scene opens inside the office of GM James Von Drake. The usually confident and composed Von Drake is visibly stressed, shuffling through paperwork and checking his phone as the atmosphere in the room feels tense. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and Elena Cruz steps in, microphone in hand.]
Elena Cruz: “Excuse me, Mr. Von Drake. We’re just moments away from tonight’s huge main event, but I wanted to get a word with you regarding the future of Project Violence. There’s a lot of speculation about what’s next after tonight.”
[Von Drake looks up, takes a deep breath, and forces a smile, clearly trying to maintain composure.]
James Von Drake: “Elena, it’s been a chaotic night, but you’re right. It’s time to look ahead. I’m proud to confirm that the next PV pay-per-view will take place on May 24th, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network. It’s called ‘Ascension.’”
[Elena’s eyes widen with curiosity.]
Elena Cruz: “Ascension? Last years Ascension was huge with Adam Garcia defeating Curtis Knight for the Heavyweight Championship & Masafumi Satake facing Hate Watson in an unsanctioned last man standing match! What can you tell us about the event?”
James Von Drake: “This year, Ascension will be bigger than ever. We’re going to find out who truly deserves to ascend to the top of the mountain here in Project Violence. Starting next week on Uprising, we will kick off the first-ever Open Invitational Ascension Tournament. It’s open to anyone willing to step up and prove they’re the best.”
[Elena looks impressed, nodding with excitement.]
Elena Cruz: “A tournament? That sounds incredible! What’s at stake for the winner?”
James Von Drake: “The winner of the Ascension Tournament will earn a shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship, whoever holds it at that point. This is the ultimate chance to prove yourself, and I expect every top star in PV, and beyond, to step up and fight for their place.”
[Elena smiles, clearly feeling the excitement.]
Elena Cruz: “That’s huge news, Mr. Von Drake! Thank you for the update. I’m sure the entire roster will be buzzing after this announcement.”
James Von Drake: “They better be. It’s time to separate the contenders from the pretenders. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a main event to make sure actually happens.”
[Elena nods and steps out of the office as Von Drake straightens his tie and takes another deep breath, clearly still under pressure. The camera fades out as the anticipation for the upcoming tournament builds.]
PV Heavyweight Championship Match
No DQ, No Countout, No Interference
Adam Garcia (c) vs. Masafumi Satake
Ringside
Warriors
[The bell rings as Masafumi Satake releases the submission hold, and Adam Garcia slumps to the mat, unconscious from the pain. The referee signals for the end of the match, and with Garcia preferring to pass out from the pain rather than submit, this one is over – the ring announcer makes it official.]
Ring Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and NEW PV Heavyweight Champion… MASAFUMI SATAKE!”
[The crowd erupts into deafening cheers as Satake kneels on the mat, breathing heavily and clutching the title belt. Confetti and streamers rain down from the ceiling, painting the ring in a sea of colors as Satake slowly rises to his feet, raising the championship high above his head.]
[Despite the celebration, Satake’s attention quickly shifts to Adam Garcia, who is starting to come around on the mat. Concern flashes across Satake’s face as he kneels down, checking on the former champion. Garcia groggily sits up, shaking his head as he realizes what has happened.]
Would this have gone down any differently if both men hadn’t been attacked in the shadows backstage? – We may never know.
[The crowd continues to cheer, and Satake offers a hand to Garcia, helping him to his feet. The two stare at each other for a tense moment, the new champion and the dethroned legend, until Garcia’s expression hardens. The tension builds as Garcia looks down at the title belt in Satake’s hands, but suddenly, he reaches out and raises Satake’s hand into the air. The crowd roars in appreciation, recognizing the respect between the two warriors.]
[Satake bows his head humbly, but Garcia pulls him into a tight hug. As the two embrace in the center of the ring, Garcia leans in and shouts over the noise in his thick Spanish accent.]
Adam Garcia: “Next week on Uprising, I am invoking my rematch clause!”
[Satake gives a subtle nod, and Garcia pats him on the back before stepping back, clearly exhausted and disappointed, but showing respect to the new champion. Satake watches as Garcia slowly makes his way out of the ring, giving one last look back at the title that was his for nearly a year.]
[As Satake hoists the belt high once more, the fans chant his name, celebrating the dawn of a new era in Project Violence. The camera focuses on Satake’s determined and humble expression as the show fades to black.]
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