P:V Uprising 105
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Kaseya Center, Miami, Florida
4th January 2025
(The camera pans across the roaring crowd in the Kaseya Center in Miami, Florida, with 19,000 passionate fans on their feet. Pyrotechnics light up the stage as the P:V Uprising logo flashes on the screen. The camera cuts to commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos at ringside.)
Zac Brindle: “Welcome to another explosive night of P:V Uprising, live from the Kaseya Center in Miami, Florida! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside Johnny Kaos, and we are just days into 2025. But tonight, the action in Project: Violence is just heating up!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! We’ve got a packed card tonight, but let’s not dance around it—the buzz backstage is all about the rumored announcement from none other than Jon Page, the owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network!”
Zac Brindle: “Page has been unusually quiet lately, but after everything that’s happened with Caleb Knox, Adam Garcia, and Elijah Drake, you have to wonder—what does he have to say? And could it shake up Project: Violence heading into the new year?”
(The camera cuts to the ring as the crowd chants “WE WANT PAGE!” The buzz is palpable as the commentators continue hyping the matches ahead.)
Johnny Kaos: “But while we wait for Page, let’s talk about tonight’s lineup! We’ve got some serious action coming your way, starting with James Mendoza squaring off against the cocky Darrell Robles. Robles has been running his mouth lately—can Mendoza shut him up?”
Zac Brindle: “And in tag team action, the Ordinary Gentlemen will take on the ever-dominant Masters of the Mat. Will the Gentlemen rise to the challenge, or will the Masters continue their winning ways?”
Johnny Kaos: “Speaking of challenges, Cherry Bordeaux is stepping back into the ring to take on Maverick Matthews. Both competitors are looking to bounce back after recent setbacks—who will come out on top tonight?”
Zac Brindle: “Then, we’ve got a huge championship match as TV Champion Stevie Rigg defends his title against the dangerous Boyd Jackson. Can Rigg keep his reign alive, or is it time for a new champion?”
Johnny Kaos: “And in the main event, the former Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia returns to action to face Brandon Snyder. Garcia’s loss in the European Cup finals on Christmas Eve has to be weighing on him, especially after the role Caleb Knox played in that match. Will Garcia get back to his winning ways tonight?”
Zac Brindle: “The stakes couldn’t be higher, and the tension is through the roof. Stay tuned, because tonight promises to be unforgettable! Will Jon Page’s announcement come sooner rather than later? Let’s find out as P:V Uprising 105 kicks off right now!”
(The camera cuts to the ring as the crowd erupts in cheers.)
Ringside
A New Home
(The lights in the Kaseya Center dim, and a spotlight shines on the stage as “Hip Hop” begins to play over the speakers. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Jon Page, the English wrestling promoter and owner of the Sanctioned Violence Network, confidently strides to the ring. He’s dressed in a sharp suit, carrying a microphone, and soaking in the mixed reaction from the fans.)
Zac Brindle: “Here he is, Johnny! The man who makes the big moves, Jon Page!”
Johnny Kaos: “When this guy shows up, you know it’s going to be monumental. What’s the boss got for us tonight?”
(Page steps into the ring, his presence commanding attention. He raises the microphone as the music fades and the crowd quiets.)
Jon Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen, fans of Project: Violence, I’ve come here tonight with some groundbreaking news. As you all know, the Sanctioned Violence Network isn’t just about bringing you the best wrestling in the world—it’s about creating destinations where wrestling thrives and where YOU, the fans, can experience it like never before.”
(The crowd cheers as Page paces the ring, building the anticipation.)
Jon Page:
“For months now, we’ve been working behind the scenes, negotiating, building, and expanding. And tonight, I can finally reveal the next chapter in the story of Project: Violence. Starting in 2025, P:V will have a new permanent home—a home fit for the chaos, the action, and the unrelenting spirit of this brand.”
(Page pauses, a dramatic smirk on his face as the crowd leans in.)
Jon Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the Crimson Club Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey!”
(The crowd erupts in cheers, and images of the luxurious casino appear on the big screen, showcasing its sleek design, massive arena, and state-of-the-art facilities.)
Jon Page:
“Joining the ranks of the Goodfellas Casino in Las Vegas, the Samurai Summit Arena & Casino in Tokyo, and the Aztec Star Arena & Casino in Mexico City, the Crimson Club will host the wildest, most intense wrestling action in the world. And I’m thrilled to announce that the first P:V event at the Crimson Club will be none other than Atlantic City Assault, live on January 25, 2025!”
(The crowd cheers loudly as Page soaks in the excitement.)
Jon Page:
“Atlantic City Assault will mark a new era for Project: Violence, and I can’t wait to see you all there!”
(Before Page can continue, the arena lights flicker, and “Iron Heart” by Within Temptation blares through the speakers. The crowd’s cheers quickly turn to boos as Caleb Knox emerges, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Knox, dressed in his ring gear, strides to the ring with purpose, a microphone already in hand.)
Zac Brindle:
“Oh no, here comes Caleb Knox. What does he want now?”
Johnny Kaos:
“Probably to ruin the moment, Zac. That’s his thing!”
(Knox steps into the ring, the boos growing louder. He circles Page, sizing him up before speaking.)
Caleb Knox:
“Jon Page, I appreciate the announcement, I really do. A shiny new casino, a grand event—it’s all very nice. But you know what’s missing from your big plans? A real champion to carry this brand into its new era.”
(The fans boo as Knox points to himself smugly.)
Caleb Knox:
“I’ve taken out your ‘top stars’ one by one. Adam Garcia? Gone. Elijah Drake? History. Masafumi Satake? Just another name on my list. James Von Drake doesn’t have the guts to do what’s right, so I’ll ask you, Page—why not save everyone the trouble and crown me the P:V Heavyweight Champion right here, right now?”
(The crowd erupts in boos as Knox raises his arms arrogantly. Page watches him, unfazed, before lifting the microphone to respond.)
Jon Page:
“Caleb, you’ve made your impact. I’ll give you that. But here’s the thing—I’m not in the business of handing out championships to anyone who demands them. If you want to be the Heavyweight Champion, there’s only one way to do it.”
(The crowd cheers as Page steps closer to Knox, staring him down.)
Jon Page:
“You don’t get crowned. You fight for it. In the ring. Against the Champion. That’s how it’s done.”
(The fans erupt into cheers as Page lowers the microphone. Knox sneers, clearly not pleased with the answer, but he nods slowly, his smirk returning.)
Caleb Knox:
“Fine, Jon. I’ll do it your way. But remember—you just made this a lot harder for whoever’s standing in my way. And when I take that title, it’ll be YOUR name they chant when I hold it high.”
(Knox drops the microphone and glares at Page before exiting the ring, his music playing as the fans boo him relentlessly.)
Zac Brindle:
“Jon Page just shut Caleb Knox down, but you have to wonder—how long can anyone hold him off?”
Johnny Kaos:
“Page laid down the law, but Knox is a storm that’s not slowing down anytime soon. Atlantic City Assault just got a whole lot more interesting!”
(The camera fades to a commercial break as Knox disappears backstage.)
Backstage
Bombshell Takeover
(The camera cuts to a well-lit backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands, microphone in hand, flashing her signature bright smile. Next to her is “The Bombshell” Cherry Bordeaux, dressed in her stylish ring gear, her confidence radiating as she adjusts her elbow pads.)
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, ‘The Bombshell’ Cherry Bordeaux! Cherry, thank you for joining me.”
Cherry Bordeaux:
(smiling and giving a playful wave to the camera)
“Always a pleasure, Elena. Hit me with what you’ve got!”
Elena Cruz:
“Let’s start with the big news—Jon Page just announced that Project: Violence is moving to its new home at the Crimson Club Casino in Atlantic City. What are your thoughts on this monumental move?”
Cherry Bordeaux:
(grinning and tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder)
“Atlantic City, huh? Sounds like the perfect spot for a Bombshell takeover! I mean, think about it, Elena—bright lights, high stakes, and all eyes on me. It’s like they built that casino just for Cherry Bordeaux. I can’t wait to light it up there and show everyone why I’m not just a star—I’m the whole constellation!”
(The crowd in the arena cheers at Bordeaux’s confidence, her energy infectious even through the screen.)
Elena Cruz:
“You’ve got the charisma to match the moment, that’s for sure. But before we get to Atlantic City, you’ve got a tough challenge tonight in Maverick Matthews. He’s been a relentless competitor and a former TV Champion. How are you preparing for such a dangerous opponent?”
Cherry Bordeaux:
(her expression shifts to a confident smirk, her tone growing more serious)
“Oh, I know exactly what Maverick Matthews brings to the table. He’s got the brawn, the grit, and yeah, he’s dangerous. But here’s the thing, Elena—so am I. People see the hair, the smile, the style, and they underestimate me. That’s their first mistake. Maverick might think he can bulldoze his way through me, but tonight, he’s gonna find out that the Bombshell doesn’t just make waves—I cause explosions.”
(Bordeaux adjusts her wrist tape, her intensity evident.)
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Maverick better bring his A-game because I’m walking into that ring ready to prove why I’m one of the fastest-rising names in this business. And after tonight, when my hand is raised, Atlantic City better get ready, because this Bombshell is just getting started.”
(Before Elena can respond, Cherry Bordeaux’s attention shifts as Maverick Matthews briefly walks past the interview area. He stops, smirking as he sizes up Bordeaux.)
Maverick Matthews:
(mockingly)
“Explosions, huh? Cute. Let’s see if you still feel like a star when the lights go out tonight.”
(Bordeaux steps closer, unfazed, glaring up at the taller Matthews.)
Cherry Bordeaux:
(coolly)
“Oh, I’ll shine, alright. Try not to get burned.”
(Matthews chuckles and walks off, leaving Bordeaux to turn back to Elena with a confident shrug.)
Elena Cruz:
“Well, there you have it, folks. Cherry Bordeaux is ready for the fight of her life later tonight against Maverick Matthews. Don’t miss it!”
(The camera lingers on Bordeaux, who confidently strikes a pose before the feed cuts back to the arena.)
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Darrell Robles
Backstage
Welcome to the Crimson Club
(The camera pans to the office of James Von Drake, the General Manager of Project: Violence. The room is furnished with sleek black leather chairs and a polished mahogany desk, the nameplate prominently displaying Von Drake’s title. Seated casually behind the desk, with one leg crossed over the other, is the cocky Frenchman Jean-Louis Duval, dressed impeccably in a tailored navy suit. He twirls a fountain pen between his fingers, exuding smug confidence.)
(Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks the IPWA International Heavyweight Champion Masafumi Satake. Satake, wearing his signature no-nonsense expression and carrying the championship belt on his shoulder, halts when he sees Duval in Von Drake’s chair.)
Masafumi Satake:
(in a low, measured tone)
“Am I interrupting something?”
(Von Drake, standing off to the side of the room, steps forward, trying to mediate the tension.)
James Von Drake:
(with a diplomatic smile)
“Satake! Just the man I wanted to see. Come on in. Let’s get down to business.”
(Satake steps further into the room, his eyes narrowing at Duval, who grins and gestures toward the chair opposite him.)
Jean-Louis Duval:
(in a thick French accent, dripping with arrogance)
“Ah, Monsieur Satake. Please, do sit. We were just discussing… the future.”
(Satake ignores the invitation and turns his attention to Von Drake.)
Masafumi Satake:
“I heard about the move to Atlantic City. What’s this all about?”
James Von Drake:
*”You’re right. Project: Violence’s new home at the Crimson Club Casino is a monumental step forward, and what better way to kick things off than with a marquee match at the *Atlantic City Assault* event on January 25th? After your impressive reign as IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, you’ve more than earned the right to defend that title in a match that will set the tone for P:V’s new era.”*
(Satake glances briefly at Duval, who sits up straighter, the grin on his face widening as Von Drake continues.)
James Von Drake:
“And who better to face you than the winner of the European Cup, the former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, and, well, someone who loves to call himself the best wrestler in Europe—Jean-Louis Duval.”
(Duval stands, extending his hand toward Satake, though his smirk suggests he doesn’t expect it to be shaken.)
Jean-Louis Duval:
(mocking)
“It will be an honor to take that title from you, Monsieur Satake. I promise to elevate it to heights you could never dream of.”
(Satake looks at Duval’s outstretched hand but doesn’t take it. Instead, he looks back at Von Drake.)
Masafumi Satake:
(calm but firm)
“If this is how you want to welcome the new era, I’ll make sure it starts with me still holding this title.”
(Von Drake gestures toward the desk, where a contract sits open, waiting for signatures. Satake steps forward, taking the pen from Duval’s hand without looking at him, and signs the contract. Duval chuckles softly, clearly unfazed, and then signs his name with a flourish.)
James Von Drake:
(grinning as he picks up the contract)
*”It’s official! Masafumi Satake versus Jean-Louis Duval for the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship at *Atlantic City Assault. Gentlemen, I expect nothing less than a show-stealer.”
(Duval leans in slightly toward Satake, lowering his voice.)
Jean-Louis Duval:
(smirking)
“Enjoy that belt while you can, champion. It’s on borrowed time.”
(Satake, unflinching, smirks back.)
Masafumi Satake:
“We’ll see.”
(The tension is palpable as Satake turns and exits the office, his championship belt glinting under the lights. The camera lingers on Duval, who sits back in the chair, looking smug, as Von Drake holds up the signed contract. The screen fades back to the arena.)
Tag Team Match
Ordinary Gentlemen vs. Masters of the Mat
Backstage
Shut Up & Step Up
(The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands with the reigning P:V TV Champion, Stevie Rigg. Rigg looks focused and ready, the TV Championship belt slung over his shoulder. The crowd cheers faintly in the background, their excitement audible even backstage.)
Elena Cruz:
“Stevie, tonight you face one of the most dominating forces in Project: Violence, Boyd Jackson, with your TV Championship on the line. What’s going through your mind right now?”
Stevie Rigg:
(adjusting the belt on his shoulder, his voice steady but confident)
“Elena, every match as champion means stepping into the fire, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Boyd Jackson? Yeah, he’s a powerhouse. But I didn’t win this title by backing down from a fight, and I’m not about to start now. Tonight, I prove why I’m the TV Champion and why no one—powerhouses, monsters, or anyone else—can take this belt from me.”
(Before Rigg can continue, Katya Roux storms into the frame, her trademark sneer etched on her face. The fans in the arena boo loudly as her presence is felt on the screen. She’s dressed in her usual sharp yet intimidating attire, with an aura of disdain.)
Katya Roux:
(mocking clap)
“Oh, bravo, Stevie. Such bravado. Such… empty words. But let’s not pretend, hmm? You’re not a champion—you’re a coward. A paper champion who hides behind matches like this instead of stepping into the ring with a true contender. Where’s Midas’ shot, Rigg? Are you afraid he’ll do what you can’t stop?”
(Rigg’s jaw tightens as he glares at Roux, clearly trying to keep his composure.)
Stevie Rigg:
(firmly)
“I’ve heard enough from you, Katya. Every week, you’re out here running your mouth about how Midas deserves this and that. Meanwhile, I’ve been defending this title against everyone who steps up. You think I’m scared of Midas? I’m not scared of anyone.”
Katya Roux:
(interrupting, her tone venomous)
“If that were true, Midas would already have his shot. But you know he’ll rip that little belt from your hands and leave you in pieces. That’s why you’re avoiding him!”
(Rigg snaps, stepping closer to Roux, his intensity rising as the fans cheer him on.)
Stevie Rigg:
(voice raised, full of conviction)
“Enough! You want Midas to get his shot? Fine. Here’s the deal. I’m going to beat Boyd Jackson tonight and prove once again why I’m the champ. And if your monster still wants a piece of me after watching what I do to Jackson, then he can step up at Atlantic City Assault! That’s right—January 25th, Midas gets his title shot. Let’s see if he’s got the guts to back up all your talk.”
(Roux smirks, clearly enjoying the fire she’s ignited, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she gives Rigg a dismissive glare before turning and walking off-camera, leaving Rigg and Elena in the frame.)
Elena Cruz:
(looking slightly stunned by the intensity of the exchange)
“There you have it, folks! Stevie Rigg is ready to put it all on the line tonight against Boyd Jackson, and he just issued a major challenge to Midas for Atlantic City Assault! Stevie, any final words?”
Stevie Rigg:
(turning to the camera, his voice calm but steely)
“Boyd Jackson, Midas, anyone who wants this belt—step up. I’ll show you what being a champion really means.”
(Rigg adjusts the title on his shoulder and walks off, leaving Elena to wrap up the segment as the camera fades back to the arena.)
Single Match
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
The MAD Bull
(The camera follows Adam Garcia, the P:V Heavyweight Champion, as he storms down the hallway of the Kaseya Center. His face is a mask of anger and determination, and the fans in the arena erupt into cheers as they see him on the screen. The championship belt gleams on his shoulder, but his focus is razor-sharp as he heads straight for the office of GM James Von Drake.)
(Just as Garcia reaches the door, Elena Cruz appears, microphone in hand, trying to catch him for a comment.)
Elena Cruz:
“Adam! Adam, can we get a word? What’s going through your mind right now? Is this about Caleb Knox? The European Cup? Your upcoming title defense?”
(Garcia doesn’t stop, barely sparing her a glance as he yanks open the office door. The crowd buzzes with curiosity as he steps inside and slams the door shut behind him, cutting Elena off. The muffled sound of heated voices can be heard from inside, but the conversation remains private.)
Elena Cruz:
(turning to the camera, looking intrigued)
“Well, it’s clear that the P:V Heavyweight Champion has something urgent to discuss with General Manager James Von Drake. Could it be about the interference that cost him the European Cup? Caleb Knox’s reign of terror? Or maybe it’s about the state of the heavyweight title picture as we head toward Atlantic City Assault. Whatever it is, we’ll have to wait and see what comes of this heated confrontation.”
(Elena glances back at the closed door, the faint sound of raised voices continuing as the camera fades to black, returning to the action in the arena.)
TV Championship Match
Stevie Rigg (c) vs. Boyd Jackson
Ringside
Challenge Accepted
(The camera cuts to the ring, where Stevie Rigg, the reigning P:V TV Champion, is standing tall, clutching his championship belt. He raises it high in celebration as the fans in the Kaseya Center cheer loudly, showing their appreciation for his hard-fought victory over Boyd Jackson. Rigg wipes the sweat from his brow and leans against the ropes, basking in the moment.)
Zac Brindle:
“What a win for Stevie Rigg tonight! He just proved why he’s the P:V TV Champion.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, but you know Katya Roux and her monster Midas are watching somewhere, and they’re not going to let this slide.”
(Suddenly, the cheers turn into loud boos as a masked figure sprints down the ramp—Midas, accompanied by his cunning manager Katya Roux. Rigg doesn’t notice the danger until it’s too late. Midas slides into the ring behind him.)
Zac Brindle:
“Wait a minute! That’s Midas! What is he doing here?”
(Before Rigg can react, Midas charges and delivers a devastating clothesline to the back of his head, dropping the champion to the mat. The crowd erupts into a mixture of boos and gasps as Midas stands tall over Rigg’s fallen body.)
(Rigg struggles to get up, but Midas doesn’t let up, pulling him to his feet only to plant him with a thunderous chokeslam in the center of the ring. The boos grow louder as Katya Roux steps into the ring, smirking triumphantly.)
Johnny Kaos:
“This is despicable! Rigg just went through a war, and now Midas is taking advantage!”
(Katya Roux retrieves a microphone, standing beside the towering Midas as she looks down at Rigg with disdain.)
Katya Roux:
(mockingly)
“Stevie Rigg, you call yourself a champion? You have the audacity to talk about challenges and courage? Let me tell you something—Midas doesn’t talk. He doesn’t negotiate. He dominates.”
(She kneels beside Rigg’s prone body, leaning in close as she continues.)
Katya Roux:
“And this… this is how Midas accepts your little challenge for Atlantic City Assault! You wanted this, Rigg. You wanted to see if Midas has the ‘balls.’ Well, I hope you’re ready, because in Atlantic City, Midas is going to take your precious title, your pride, and whatever’s left of your career.”
(Roux tosses the microphone down, and Midas grabs the TV Championship belt from the mat. He stares at it briefly before raising it high over his head, standing tall as the fans shower him with boos. Katya Roux smiles wickedly as Midas drops the belt onto Rigg’s chest.)
Zac Brindle:
“This is outrageous! Midas just made his intentions clear, but this attack was completely uncalled for!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Love him or hate him, you can’t deny it—Midas just sent a message loud and clear. The TV Champion might be in serious trouble come Atlantic City Assault!”
(The camera focuses on Midas and Katya Roux as they leave the ring, leaving a battered Stevie Rigg lying amidst the carnage as the crowd’s boos echo throughout the arena.)
Backstage
Be Careful What You Wish For
(The camera cuts to the backstage area, where the P:V Tag Team Champions, Darren and Simon Starr, storm down a corridor, championship belts slung over their shoulders. The brothers, dressed in matching, sharp black-and-gold outfits, exude arrogance as they approach the door to James Von Drake’s office. They barge in without knocking.)
James Von Drake: (looking up from a pile of paperwork, visibly stressed)
“Don’t you people ever knock? What now?”
Darren Starr:
“Knocking is for chumps, Von Drake. We’re here to talk about Atlantic City Assault. The biggest night in P:V history deserves the biggest Tag Team Title match, don’t you think?”
Simon Starr: (leaning casually against Von Drake’s desk)
“And obviously, that means featuring us, the greatest tag team this company has ever seen, in a match worthy of the Starr Brothers’ legacy.”
Darren Starr: (smirking)
“So, what do you have planned, boss? You’ve got, what, two weeks? We’re waiting.”
(Von Drake pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply, his exhaustion evident.)
James Von Drake:
“You two… you really don’t know when to stop, do you? I’ve been dealing with chaos all night—brawls, ambushes, title demands—and now, I’ve got you two clowns waltzing in here demanding… what? More spotlight? More glory?”
Simon Starr: (grinning smugly)
“Exactly. Glad you’re catching on.”
(Von Drake slams his pen down on the desk, standing up abruptly and leaning over the desk, his face just inches from Simon’s.)
James Von Drake:
“You want a big match at Atlantic City Assault? Fine. Be careful what you wish for, because when I announce your challengers, you’ll be wishing you’d kept your mouths shut. Now, get the hell out of my office before I make you defend those belts tonight!”
(The Starr Brothers exchange a glance, their smug expressions faltering slightly, before Darren shrugs it off and pulls Simon toward the door.)
Darren Starr:
“Relax, Von Drake. We’ll be ready for whatever you throw at us. Just make sure it’s worthy of the Starr Brothers.”
(They step out, slamming the door behind them. Von Drake collapses back into his chair, shaking his head in frustration.)
(The camera lingers on Von Drake as he mutters to himself.)
James Von Drake: (sighing)
“Careful what you wish for… you just might get it.”
(The scene fades as Von Drake pulls out a notepad and begins jotting something down, a smirk creeping across his face.)
Single Match
Brandon Snyder vs. Adam Garcia
Ringside
Money where your Mouth Is
(The crowd erupts as the familiar theme of Adam Garcia, the P:V Heavyweight Champion, blares through the arena. Garcia stands tall in the ring, his championship draped over his shoulder, having just defeated Brandon Snyder in a grueling main event. The fans cheer loudly, but Garcia’s face is a mix of exhaustion and frustration.)
Adam Garcia: (grabbing a microphone, wiping sweat from his brow)
“Miami, you know I love you. You know I fight every single night for all of you and for this championship!” (raises the belt as the crowd cheers) “But tonight… tonight, I’m not in the mood to celebrate.”
(The crowd quiets slightly, sensing the seriousness in Garcia’s tone.)
Adam Garcia:
“For weeks, I’ve watched Caleb Knox run his mouth, attacking everyone in his path—Elijah Drake, Masafumi Satake, and even sticking his nose in my business at the European Cup. Knox, you’ve made it clear you want to tear down everything I’ve built, everything this championship stands for!”
(The fans boo at the mention of Knox’s name.)
Adam Garcia:
“But here’s the thing, Knox. You like to call yourself ‘Iron Heart.’ You think you’re the future of this company, but all I see is a coward who jumps people from behind, a coward who can’t win without cheap shots and chaos. So, if you’re as good as you say you are, how about you step up and face me like a man?”
(The crowd roars in approval as Garcia paces the ring, his intensity growing.)
Adam Garcia:
“Atlantic City Assault. January 25th. The new home of Project: Violence. It was supposed to be me and Elijah Drake in a marquee match up, but you put him on the shelf…. So how about we settle things like men instead of you running around with sneak attacks and bitching to management. You, me, and this…” (hoists the P:V Heavyweight Championship into the air) “on the line! No sneak attacks, no excuses. Just you and me, one-on-one, in front of the world. So come on, Knox—put your money where your mouth is!”
(The fans chant “Garcia! Garcia!” as Garcia stares toward the entrance ramp, waiting for a response. After a tense pause, Caleb Knox’s ominous theme music hits, and the crowd erupts into a mix of boos and uneasy anticipation.)
(Knox steps onto the stage, dressed in his black-and-orange ring gear, a smug grin plastered on his face. He walks slowly toward the ring, microphone in hand, as the tension builds.)
Caleb Knox: (standing just outside the ring)
“Garcia, Garcia, Garcia… always the fighting champion, aren’t you? Always the hero, standing up for the fans, for the legacy of this championship. It’s cute, really.”
(Knox climbs into the ring, standing toe-to-toe with Garcia as the crowd buzzes.)
Caleb Knox:
“But let me make one thing clear. I don’t need to sneak around to take what’s mine. I’ve already proven I’m better than Elijah Drake, better than Satake, and better than anyone else you put in front of me. So if you’re so desperate to lose that shiny belt, then sure… Atlantic City Assault. I’ll make it official.”
(The fans boo as Knox smirks, leaning closer to Garcia.)
Caleb Knox:
“But don’t say I didn’t warn you. When I leave Atlantic City as the new P:V Heavyweight Champion, don’t cry about it, champ.”
(Garcia gets right in Knox’s face, raising the title between them.)
Adam Garcia:
“I’ll see you in Atlantic City. And Knox… you’d better bring everything you’ve got, because when this is over, you’ll wish you never stepped foot in my ring.”
(The tension in the ring is electric as the two men stare each other down, the championship glinting in the spotlight. The crowd chants “Garcia! Garcia!” as the show fades to black, setting the stage for their epic clash at Atlantic City Assault.)
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