P:V Uprising 101
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Atlantic City
7th December 2024
The camera pans across a raucous crowd in the buzzing Atlantic City Convention Center, as the energy of the packed house threatens to blow the roof off. Signs reading “Iron Heart Breaker,” “60 Minutes of Glory,” and “Drake Still Has It” wave high above the sea of fans. The camera cuts to the commentary table where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are seated, both wearing expressions of excitement and intrigue.
Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to P:V Uprising 101, live from the legendary Atlantic City! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my partner in chaos, Johnny Kaos, and tonight, the fallout from last week’s monumental Uprising 100 promises to be absolutely explosive!”
Johnny Kaos: “Explosive doesn’t even begin to cover it, Zac! We witnessed history last week when Adam Garcia and Elijah Drake fought to an incredible 60-minute time-limit draw for the P:V Heavyweight Championship. But then… oh, then, the world stood still. The lights went out, and when they came back on, Caleb Knox made his debut in the most shocking way possible, standing over both men like a conquering warrior!”
Highlights from Uprising 100 flash on the screen: Garcia and Drake exchanging brutal blows in the final minutes of their match, the lights cutting out, and Knox standing tall as the spotlight illuminated him in the center of the ring.
Zac Brindle: “Knox didn’t just make an entrance—he made a statement! The Iron Heart is here, and tonight, he makes his in-ring debut against James Mendoza in what promises to be a brutal showcase of his raw power and relentless drive.”
Johnny Kaos: “But that’s just the tip of the iceberg! In our main event tonight, Elijah Drake looks to secure another shot at Adam Garcia’s Heavyweight Championship, but he has to get through none other than the former IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion Dash Diaz. Drake’s got something to prove, and Diaz is looking to remind everyone why he’s one of the most dangerous men in P:V.”
Zac Brindle: “And let’s not forget the ripple effects from last week. Adam Garcia’s reign as champion continues, but with Caleb Knox looming large and Drake refusing to back down, you’ve got to wonder—how long can the Spanish Ace hold on to the gold?”
The crowd roars as the camera cuts to the entrance ramp, the fans chanting, “P:V! P:V!”
Johnny Kaos: “Buckle up, folks! Tonight, we’re going to see rivalries heat up, scores settled, and a future legend’s first steps inside the P:V ring. Atlantic City, are you ready?!”
Pyro explodes on the stage as the opening theme blares, and the screen fades to a shot of the first match graphics: Caleb Knox vs. James Mendoza.
Zac Brindle: “Caleb Knox is here, and the Iron Heart is ready to make his mark. Let’s get this show started!”
The crowd erupts as the camera zooms out, setting the stage for an unforgettable night of action.
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Caleb Knox
Ringside
Step One
The crowd buzzes as Caleb Knox, the “Iron Heart,” stands tall in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory after dispatching James Mendoza in dominant fashion. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his intense gaze scans the electrified Atlantic City crowd. The fans offer a mixed reaction—a chorus of cheers for his impressive debut and boos from those still bitter about his actions last week. Knox gestures for a microphone, and the energy in the arena surges as he raises it to speak.
Caleb Knox: (“Iron Heart” etched into his voice with determination) “Atlantic City… take a good, long look. What you just saw out here? What James Mendoza felt tonight? This is just the beginning.”
The crowd reacts with a mix of awe and skepticism, as Knox takes a deliberate step toward the ropes, resting one hand on the top rope.
Caleb Knox: “Last week, I didn’t just make an entrance—I made a promise. A promise to everyone in that locker room, to every single person watching at home, and to every one of you in this building: the Iron Heart is here. And I’m not just here to compete—I’m here to take over.”
The camera zooms in on Knox’s steely expression as murmurs ripple through the audience. His conviction radiates through the mic as he slowly circles the ring.
Caleb Knox: “Last week, Adam Garcia and Elijah Drake stood in this ring, bloodied, battered, legends in their own right… but I reminded them—and all of you—that legends fall. Champions break. And sooner than you think, I will be standing where they stood, with the gold around my waist.”
Knox pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in, as the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and jeers. He smirks slightly, clearly unfazed by the polarized reaction.
Caleb Knox: “This… this was the first step. But it won’t be the last. And if anyone in that locker room thinks they’ve got the guts to step into my path—step up. I dare you.”
Knox drops the microphone with a thud, signaling his disdain for further conversation. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, staring out at the fans with an unflinching intensity before hopping down and making his way to the ropes. As his music hits, Knox exits the ring, leaving behind an atmosphere crackling with anticipation.
The camera lingers on the ring, the discarded microphone a symbol of the statement Knox just made. Fans buzz with excitement, knowing that this is only the beginning of the Iron Heart’s journey.
Backstage
Statement Maker
Backstage at the bustling Atlantic City arena, Elena Cruz stands poised with a microphone in hand. The Project: Violence backdrop behind her proudly displays the brand’s logo, setting the stage for another exclusive interview. Standing next to her, Rex Stone, the energetic and determined young Canadian star, adjusts his wrist tape, his youthful confidence shining through his smile.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of P:V’s rising stars, Rex Stone! Rex, in just a few moments, you’ll step into the ring with a formidable opponent, former TV Champion Maverick Matthews. How are you feeling heading into this match?”
Stone nods, taking a deep breath as he looks directly into the camera, his tone a mix of focus and excitement.
Rex Stone: “Thanks, Elena. You know, Maverick Matthews is no joke. He’s a former champion for a reason, and I know he’s not going to make this easy for me. But here’s the thing—I didn’t come to P:V to take it easy. I came here to prove I belong with the best of the best.”
The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering faintly in the background, a testament to Stone’s growing popularity. He flashes a confident grin and continues.
Rex Stone: “I’ve been busting my tail, learning from every match, every mistake, and every win. I know what’s at stake. If I want to move up the rankings, if I want to take on bigger challenges, it starts tonight. Beating someone like Maverick Matthews? That’s the first step.”
Elena nods, impressed by Stone’s resolve. She leans in slightly, prompting him with another question.
Elena Cruz: “Rex, you’ve quickly become a fan favorite because of your determination and work ethic. Do you have any words for the fans watching tonight?”
Stone smiles warmly, his enthusiasm infectious.
Rex Stone: “To all the fans out there, thank you. Your support means everything. Every time you cheer, every time you chant my name, it pushes me to be better, to fight harder. So tonight, when I step into that ring with Maverick Matthews, I’m fighting for all of you. Let’s show the world what we’re made of!”
The crowd pops audibly from the live feed in the arena, and Stone smirks, feeding off the energy. He glances back at Elena.
Rex Stone: “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a match to win.”
Stone gives a confident nod to Elena and walks off, adjusting his gear and psyching himself up as the camera pans back to Elena Cruz.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks. Rex Stone is ready to make a statement tonight against Maverick Matthews. Can the young star take that next step? Stay tuned to find out!”
The scene fades to black as the energy in the arena builds for the upcoming match.
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
Chaos
The scene opens in the bustling backstage area of the Atlantic City arena. The Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, strides confidently into view, the championship belt slung over his shoulder. Dressed in his signature leather jacket and exuding swagger, Garcia makes his way down the corridor, drawing the attention of crew members and fans peeking from the sides.
Suddenly, Elena Cruz rushes up, microphone in hand, matching Garcia’s pace as he walks.
Elena Cruz: “Adam! Adam, last week was chaos! After your incredible match with Elijah Drake, you were attacked by the debuting Caleb Knox. The fans—and I—want to know, what are your thoughts heading into tonight after that shocking moment?”
Garcia stops, adjusts the title on his shoulder, and smirks, though a flicker of irritation crosses his face.
Adam Garcia: “You know, Elena, I’ve been in this business long enough to know one thing—there’s always someone who wants to make a name for themselves by coming after the champ. Caleb Knox? He’s just the latest guy who thinks he can take a shortcut to the top by attacking me from behind. But here’s the thing… I’ve been attacked, blindsided, jumped—you name it—more times than I can count. And every single time, I’ve come back stronger.”
He steps closer to the camera, his voice lowering but carrying an intensity that demands attention.
Adam Garcia: “Knox thinks he’s dangerous? He thinks he’s making a statement? Nah. What he’s done is sign his name on a list he can’t get off. Revenge? Oh, that’s coming. Whether it’s next week, next month, or tonight—Knox, you better be ready, because I’m coming for you.”
The crowd in the arena erupts into cheers at Garcia’s fiery declaration. Elena nods, shifting gears with her next question.
Elena Cruz: “And what about tonight’s main event? Dash Diaz vs. Elijah Drake. Whoever wins will likely be next in line for a shot at your Heavyweight Championship. Do you have a preference between the two?”
Garcia smirks, tilting his head slightly as if amused by the question.
Adam Garcia: “Preference? No, Elena. See, it doesn’t matter if it’s Dash Diaz, Elijah Drake, or anyone else. I’ve beaten everyone that’s been put in front of me. This title—” he taps the championship belt on his shoulder “—isn’t going anywhere. Diaz is a great athlete, and Drake’s a legend, but they’ve both felt the sting of defeat before. I’ve already proven why I’m the best in Project: Violence, and whoever steps up next is just going to be another name on the list.”
Garcia adjusts his belt again, glancing at the camera with a confident, almost dismissive smirk.
Adam Garcia: “So let them fight it out tonight. I’ll be watching. And when the dust settles, I’ll be waiting, ready to remind them—and Caleb Knox—that I’m the Spanish Ace for a reason.”
With that, Garcia gives Elena a nod and walks off, his aura of confidence leaving an impression as the camera focuses back on Elena Cruz.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks. The champion is as confident as ever and ready for whoever comes next. Will it be Elijah Drake or Dash Diaz? And what will Garcia do about Caleb Knox? Stay tuned!”
The camera fades out as the buzz in the arena grows louder.
Backstage
Who Is First?
The scene opens inside the sleek and well-decorated office of General Manager James Von Drake, where the recently crowned Tag Team Champions, Darren and Simon Starr, are already making their presence felt. The brothers, dressed in sharp suits and each carrying their gold championship belts, exude cocky confidence as they stand before the GM’s desk. Darren leans casually on the desk, while Simon paces with an impatient air.
Darren Starr: “Alright, James. We didn’t come here to waste time. We’re the Tag Team Champions now—the faces of this division. So, who’s next? Who are we making an example of in our first defense?”
Simon stops pacing and smirks, hoisting his title over his shoulder.
Simon Starr: “Yeah, because let’s be honest—after what we did to Hate Eternal, we don’t see much competition left. You might as well hand us a couple of nobodies for an easy payday.”
Von Drake, seated at his desk, calmly folds his hands and leans back in his chair, unimpressed by their bravado. He raises an eyebrow as he responds.
James Von Drake: “First of all, congratulations on winning the titles. It was a hard-fought match, and you proved you’ve got what it takes to carry those belts… for now.”
The Starr Brothers exchange a brief, smug glance, clearly eating up the praise, even if it’s faint.
James Von Drake: “But as for your first title defense? That’s still up in the air. You see, I’m not about to let you two coast through this division like it’s a vacation. I want fighting champions, and there’s plenty of hungry teams ready to step up.”
Simon scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Simon Starr: “Hungry teams? Please. Most of them couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. Just give us names, and we’ll take care of the rest.”
Darren Starr: “Exactly. We’re the Starr Brothers. We are the division now. These belts? They mean we’re untouchable.”
Von Drake lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
James Von Drake: “Untouchable? That’s cute. But here’s how it’s going to work. Tonight, we’ve got Masters of the Mat going up against Rebel Society in a tag team match. I’m watching that match closely. The winners? Let’s just say they’ll be making a strong case to challenge you for those titles.”
The brothers’ cocky expressions falter slightly, replaced with annoyance. Darren straightens up, stepping closer to Von Drake’s desk.
Darren Starr: “You’re telling us you haven’t decided yet? We’re the champs! We should have a say in this!”
Simon Starr: “Yeah, what kind of operation are you running here? We deserve better than this, Von Drake.”
Von Drake leans forward, his calm demeanor now laced with authority.
James Von Drake: “What you deserve is exactly what you’ll get—a chance to prove you’re more than just loudmouths with shiny belts. So, how about this? Instead of wasting your energy in here, why don’t you go out there, watch the match, and start preparing for whoever steps up next? Because whoever wins tonight… they’ll be gunning for you. And trust me, they’ll be ready.”
The Starr Brothers exchange a look, frustration etched on their faces. Darren sneers, but Simon gives Von Drake a sarcastic clap.
Simon Starr: “Fine. We’ll be watching. But remember, James, it doesn’t matter who wins tonight. The result will always be the same—the Starr Brothers standing tall.”
Darren smirks, pointing at the GM.
Darren Starr: “And when it’s all said and done, you’ll see why we’re the greatest tag team this company has ever had.”
The Starr Brothers turn and walk out, leaving Von Drake shaking his head with a faint smirk as the camera fades out.
Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs. Rebel Society
Backstage
Fools Refuse to Bow
The camera cuts backstage to a dimly lit area where Midas, the towering, masked Egyptian monster, looms ominously in the shadows. His imposing frame is illuminated by a flickering overhead light, making his gold and black attire shimmer eerily. Standing beside him is his cunning and devious manager, Katya Roux, her fiery red hair pulled back into a sharp ponytail and her expression as cold as steel. She circles Midas like a serpent, her voice dripping with venom as she speaks.
Katya Roux: “Look at you. A living, breathing weapon of destruction. And yet… they still don’t respect you.”
Roux stops in front of Midas, looking up at him with an intense glare, her voice rising with each word.
Katya Roux: “Week after week, you strike fear into their hearts. You leave them broken and battered in your wake. But what do you get in return? Nothing. No fear. No admiration. No respect.”
Midas remains silent, his massive fists clenching and unclenching, his head slightly tilting as if processing her words. Roux steps closer, her voice lowering into a sinister whisper.
Katya Roux: “They don’t understand, Midas. They don’t realize what they’re dealing with. You are a god among insects. A destroyer. A force that cannot be stopped. But tonight… tonight, we change everything.”
She circles him again, her heels clicking on the floor like the ticking of a time bomb.
Katya Roux: “Boyd Jackson? They call him a powerhouse. They think he’s dangerous. But they’ve never faced true danger. Not until now. Not until you. And when you step into that ring, I want you to unleash everything. No mercy. No hesitation. I want you to crush him. Break him. Show him… show all of them why you are the most dangerous man in this business.”
Katya stops again, standing directly in front of Midas. Her eyes burn with intensity as she places a hand on his chest, her voice now a low, menacing hiss.
Katya Roux: “Do it for them, Midas. The fools who refuse to bow. The fools who continue to disrespect you. Make them fear your name.”
Midas slowly nods, his breathing heavy and deliberate. Without a word, he turns and begins walking toward the entrance curtain, his massive frame casting a long shadow as he disappears into the hallway. Katya smirks, folding her arms as she watches him go, her voice echoing ominously.
Katya Roux: “Tonight, Midas… they’ll all finally see.”
The camera lingers on her sinister expression before fading to black.
Backstage
Ready to Go Down in History
The camera cuts to a backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands with a bright smile, microphone in hand. Beside her is the newly crowned P:V TV Champion, Stevie Rigg, the championship belt proudly draped over his shoulder. Rigg, dressed in his signature leather jacket and jeans, exudes a mix of pride and determination. The crowd’s cheers can be faintly heard in the background.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new P:V TV Champion, Stevie Rigg! Stevie, congratulations on your hard-fought victory over Anderson Alvarez last week to capture that title. How are you feeling heading into your first week as champion?”
Stevie Rigg: [grinning and adjusting the belt on his shoulder] “Thanks, Elena. You know, it feels pretty damn good to be standing here with this bad boy on my shoulder. Anderson Alvarez and the rest of Hate Eternal have been a thorn in my side for months, so beating him for this title? That was a moment I’ll never forget. But you know what? This win… it’s bittersweet.”
Elena Cruz: “Bittersweet? Can you elaborate on that?”
Stevie Rigg: [his grin fades slightly as he speaks with sincerity] “Yeah. See, last week, the Starr Brothers took down the Gutter Gods for the Tag Team Championships. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Hate Eternal got knocked off their pedestal. But if things had gone differently… if my partner Edwin Ellis hadn’t been taken out by those cowards… that could’ve been our moment.”
Rigg pauses, his expression hardening slightly as he looks down at the belt.
Stevie Rigg: “I wanted to take those titles from Hate Eternal with Edwin by my side. But life doesn’t always play out the way you want. So yeah, it’s bittersweet watching someone else get that win. But that’s not gonna stop me from making this title reign unforgettable.”
Elena Cruz: “I’m sure the fans are behind you every step of the way. What’s your mindset now that you’re the TV Champion?”
Stevie Rigg: [his confidence returns, and he straightens up, looking directly into the camera] “My mindset? It’s simple. This TV Championship? It’s not just another piece of gold to me. This is an opportunity to show the world what I’m made of. I’m gonna defend this belt against anyone and everyone who steps up. Whether it’s a rookie trying to make a name for themselves or a veteran looking to take me down, I’ll be ready.”
He smirks, his confidence radiating.
Stevie Rigg: “I’ve been through hell and back to get here. Anderson Alvarez thought he could hold me down, but I proved him wrong. Now? I’m ready to prove why I’m gonna be the best damn TV Champion this company’s ever seen.”
Elena Cruz: “Strong words from a determined champion. Any final message for the P:V roster?”
Stevie Rigg: [flashing a defiant grin] “Yeah. To anyone out there thinking they can take this title from me—step up. I’ll be waiting. And to Hate Eternal, Starr Brothers, or anyone else who thinks I’m done? Think again. This is just the beginning.”
Rigg pats the title on his shoulder before walking off-screen, leaving Elena smiling as she turns back to the camera.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks. The new TV Champion, Stevie Rigg, ready to take on all challengers. Back to you at ringside!”
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Midas
Backstage
Fair Fight
The camera transitions to a backstage training area where the atmosphere is tense but respectful. On one side of the room, Bernard Wolfe, the enigmatic “Wayward Traveller,” is stretching, his focus unwavering as he prepares for his match. On the other side, the rugged biker Dutch Ramirez is shadowboxing, loosening up for what promises to be a hard-hitting contest. The two competitors lock eyes across the room, a silent acknowledgment of the battle to come.
As Ramirez finishes his warm-up, he approaches Wolfe, extending a hand. Wolfe straightens up, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he meets Ramirez halfway.
Dutch Ramirez: [gruff but respectful] “Wolfe. I know we’re about to tear it up out there, but I wanted to say this face-to-face. You’ve been on one hell of a journey in this business, and I respect the hell outta that.”
Bernard Wolfe: [nodding and clasping Ramirez’s hand firmly] “Likewise, Dutch. You’re as tough as they come, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Let’s give these people a fight they’ll remember.”
Dutch Ramirez: [with a smirk] “Oh, don’t you worry about that, brother. But just so we’re clear—fair fight, no tricks, no cheap shots. Let’s see who’s got what it takes.”
Bernard Wolfe: [with a calm confidence] “Agreed. Out there, it’s about respect and proving who’s the better man. Nothing more, nothing less.”
They shake hands firmly, the tension palpable but respectful. As they part ways, Wolfe gives Ramirez a nod.
Bernard Wolfe: “May the best man win, Dutch.”
Dutch Ramirez: [grinning as he turns to head toward the curtain] “Damn right, Wolfe. See you out there.”
The camera lingers on Wolfe as he returns to his warm-up, his expression one of quiet determination. The scene fades out, leaving viewers eager for the clash of two honorable yet fierce competitors.
Backstage
Let’s Make History
The scene opens backstage in front of the glowing P:V Uprising backdrop. The ever-poised Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand, joined by a visibly reflective Dash Diaz. Despite his usual energy, there’s a slight weight in his demeanor, hinting at the disappointment from last week’s loss to Katsuhiro Kaneda.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with former IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion, Dash Diaz. Dash, last week, you stepped into the biggest match of your career against Katsuhiro Kaneda. Unfortunately, it didn’t go your way. How are you feeling as you look ahead to tonight’s main event against the legendary Elijah Drake?”
Dash Diaz: [pausing briefly, then speaking with quiet determination] “You know, Elena, last week was tough. I gave everything I had against Kaneda, and I came up short. Losing that title… it stings. But that’s the thing about this business—it doesn’t stop. You either pick yourself up or you get left behind.”
He takes a deep breath, his confidence starting to rise as he continues.
Dash Diaz: “Yeah, last week was the biggest match of my career. So far. But tonight? Tonight could change everything. I’m stepping into the ring with a legend like Elijah Drake—a man who’s done it all in this company and around the world. If I can beat him, I’m not just proving something to everyone else—I’m proving it to myself. And you know what comes next.”
Elena Cruz: [leaning in, intrigued] “A shot at the P:V Heavyweight Championship?”
Dash Diaz: [nodding, his eyes burning with resolve] “Exactly. If I can take down Drake and earn that title shot against Adam Garcia, I won’t make the same mistake twice. I’ve learned from last week, and I’m ready to step up. This is my redemption arc, Elena. Tonight’s the start of something bigger.”
Elena Cruz: [smiling, sensing the determination in his voice] “Well, Dash, you’ve always been known for your heart and your drive. Best of luck out there tonight.”
Dash Diaz: [with a slight grin] “Thanks, Elena. Let’s make history.”
Diaz walks off-camera, his confidence growing with each step, as Cruz turns back to the camera.
Elena Cruz: “A determined Dash Diaz looks to turn his setback into a comeback. Can he overcome Elijah Drake in tonight’s main event and take a giant step toward the P:V Heavyweight Championship? We’ll find out later tonight!”
The camera fades to black, leaving viewers eager for the high-stakes clash ahead.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Dutch Ramirez
Backstage
Furious
The backstage area is abuzz with activity as the camera pans to Elena Cruz, standing in front of the P:V Uprising backdrop. Beside her is the legendary Elijah Drake, his stoic face etched with determination and a flicker of frustration. The crowd can be heard cheering faintly in the background at the sight of the veteran.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a true icon in Project: Violence, Elijah Drake. Elijah, last week, you battled Adam Garcia for the P:V Heavyweight Championship in an epic match that ended in a time-limit draw. But before you could even process the result, you were blindsided by Caleb Knox, who made a shocking debut at your expense. How are you feeling heading into tonight’s main event against Dash Diaz?”
Elijah Drake: [running a hand through his hair, visibly agitated] “You want to know how I feel, Elena? I’m fuming. I’m fuming at Caleb Knox for thinking he can walk into my house and try to make a name for himself at my expense. But you know what burns me even more than that? Myself.”
Drake’s expression hardens as he points a finger at his chest.
Elijah Drake: “I’m furious with myself for not getting the job done against Adam Garcia last week. Sixty minutes, Elena. Sixty minutes to prove I deserve that title, to cement my legacy, and I couldn’t finish the job. I’ve been replaying it in my head every single day since. And trust me, that’s a feeling I’m not sitting with for long.”
Elena Cruz: [nodding, sensing his intensity] “I can see how much that match meant to you. But tonight, you have a chance to get back in the hunt for the Heavyweight Championship. You’re facing Dash Diaz, who’s also looking to bounce back after a tough loss to Katsuhiro Kaneda. What’s your mindset going into this match?”
Elijah Drake: [his tone softening slightly, showing a hint of respect] “You know, I like Dash Diaz. The kid’s got heart, talent, and a fire in him that reminds me of myself back in the day. But here’s the thing, Elena—this isn’t his night. Not while I’m still standing. I’ve been in this business for nearly two decades, and I didn’t get this far by letting opportunities slip through my fingers twice.”
He pauses, staring directly into the camera, his voice lowering to a calm but commanding tone.
Elijah Drake: “Dash, I know you’re hungry. I know you’ve got something to prove. But tonight? Tonight, you’re stepping into the ring with a man who’s not just hungry—he’s starving. Starving to get back to the top. Starving to leave a legacy that’ll stand the test of time. And as much as I respect you, kid… I’m not losing tonight. Not to you, not to anyone.”
Elena Cruz: [with a small smile, impressed by his conviction] “Elijah, it’s clear you’re as focused as ever. Best of luck tonight, and we’ll see if this is the first step toward another shot at the P:V Heavyweight Championship.”
Elijah Drake: [nodding, his expression softening slightly] “Thanks, Elena. But I don’t need luck. I’ve got heart, drive, and the experience to back it up. Let’s make it happen.”
Drake adjusts his wrist tape, shooting one final, determined look into the camera before walking off, leaving Cruz to wrap up.
Elena Cruz: “The legend Elijah Drake looks ready to make a statement tonight. Can he overcome Dash Diaz and take one step closer to the Heavyweight Championship? Stay tuned to find out!”
The camera fades out as the intensity of Drake’s words lingers.
Backstage
Out of Here!
The scene opens in the dimly lit men’s locker room, filled with the soft hum of distant crowd noise and the sounds of footsteps and chatter from the corridor outside. Gabriel Cross, the self-proclaimed “Holy Avenger,” strides in with an air of arrogance, his eyes scanning the room with disdain. His gaze falls on Teddy Rush’s locker, which is slightly ajar with clothes neatly hung inside. Cross smirks, shaking his head in derision.
Gabriel Cross: [speaking to no one in particular, with a mocking tone] “A sinner and a loser like Teddy Rush shouldn’t even share the same space as me. It’s a disgrace.”
Cross walks over to Rush’s locker, grabbing the clothes with one hand and flinging them out of the locker. Shirts, pants, and gear spill out onto the floor, landing in a chaotic heap. Cross chuckles coldly as he surveys the mess.
Gabriel Cross: “You think you deserve to stand here with the chosen, the righteous? Pathetic. You and your kind belong on the outskirts, forgotten and ignored.”
The door to the locker room creaks open, and Teddy Rush walks in, eyes widening as he takes in the sight of his belongings scattered across the floor. His face hardens, and he steps forward, fists clenching at his sides.
Teddy Rush: “Cross, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Cross turns slowly, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He looks Rush up and down, eyes gleaming with condescension.
Gabriel Cross: “Ah, the righteous one graces us with his presence. Did you forget your place, Rush? You don’t belong in here, in this locker room, or in the same conversation as me.”
Rush’s jaw tightens, a vein of anger flashing in his eyes.
Teddy Rush: “You better watch yourself, Cross. You’re gonna find out real soon just what I’m capable of.”
Gabriel Cross: [chuckles darkly, eyes narrowing] “You and everyone else who dares challenge the holy path. I’ll make sure you understand why I’m above all of you.”
Cross leans in close to Rush, their faces mere inches apart, as the tension crackles in the air. Rush doesn’t break eye contact, his body tense and ready to react. After a moment, Cross steps back, straightening his suit and giving a mock bow.
Gabriel Cross: “Consider this a warning, Rush. The righteous stand alone.”
With that, Cross turns and walks out, leaving Rush to stare at the mess on the floor, eyes filled with determination as he prepares for whatever comes next.
#1 Contenders Match
Dash Diaz vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
Untouched
The arena is buzzing with energy, the crowd still cheering for Elijah Drake after his hard-fought victory over Dash Diaz. Drake stands in the center of the ring, a look of respect and gratitude on his face as he helps Diaz to his feet. The two wrestlers share a handshake, their mutual respect shining through despite the fierce competition. The fans erupt in cheers, applauding the show of sportsmanship.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena flicker and go dark. A murmur sweeps through the crowd as anticipation builds. The tension is palpable—everyone braces for an attack from Caleb Knox, the mysterious and dangerous newcomer. The silence is deafening as the fans wait with bated breath.
Seconds later, the lights snap back on, and the arena is flooded with light. Drake and Diaz stand in the ring, untouched and looking around in confusion. The crowd’s cheers turn into a mix of whispers and puzzled chatter. Both men exchange glances, trying to make sense of what just happened.
The big screen above the entrance suddenly flickers to life, displaying a live feed from the backstage area. The camera pans to a chaotic scene—Adam Garcia, the P:V Heavyweight Champion, is on the ground, being brutally assaulted by Caleb Knox. Knox, with his trademark intensity, is laying into Garcia with relentless strikes, his eyes wild with fury. The footage captures Garcia’s desperate attempts to fight back, but Knox is unyielding.
The crowd gasps as the realization hits: Knox isn’t in the arena; he’s attacking Garcia backstage. The camera captures the carnage for a moment longer before cutting to black. In the ring, Drake’s eyes widen with shock and anger, the weight of the situation settling on him. Diaz, still reeling from the earlier match, looks on with a mix of concern and disbelief.
Elijah Drake: [breathing heavily, voice loud enough to be heard throughout the arena] “Knox! You want to make your mark? You’ve made it. But you’ve just made an enemy of the entire locker room, starting with me.”
The fans erupt in cheers as Drake looks up at the entrance, a fire in his eyes. He and Diaz exchange a knowing nod, both determined that the chaos caused by Caleb Knox will not go unanswered.
The scene fades out as the arena echoes with chants of “Knox is gonna pay!” and “Drake! Drake! Drake!” The show ends on a note of anticipation, the crowd eager for the fallout from the brutal attack and what will come next.
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