P:V Uprising 107
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crypto.com Arena, LA, California
18th January 2025
[The opening pyrotechnics explode in the arena as the crowd roars with excitement for Project: Violence Uprising 107. The camera pans across the packed Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California, as the commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos welcome viewers.]
Zac Brindle: “Welcome to Uprising 107, ladies and gentlemen! We are just ONE week away from Atlantic City Assault, and tonight, James Von Drake has promised to address the chaos surrounding the Heavyweight Championship match at the PPV!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! The stakes couldn’t be higher, and the tension in that locker room is off the charts. Let’s not waste time—here comes the boss!”
(The crowd cheers as James Von Drake’s music hits, and the legendary former wrestler turned GM makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand. Von Drake looks serious, his expression indicating he’s ready to lay down the law.)
James Von Drake:
“Los Angeles, let me hear you!”
(The crowd erupts into cheers as Von Drake nods with a small smile.)
Von Drake:
“Alright, let’s get straight to it, because I know you’re all here for answers. Last week, things got… complicated. Adam Garcia, our Heavyweight Champion, called out Caleb Knox for a match at Atlantic City Assault. But let’s not forget, Elijah Drake has been owed a title opportunity ever since winning the number one contendership! Now, I’m not here to play favourites—I’m here to make the best damn matches possible for you, the fans!”
(The crowd pops as Von Drake pauses to let the cheers settle.)
Von Drake:
“So, after some serious consideration, I’ve decided that next week at Atlantic City Assault, Adam Garcia will defend the PV Heavyweight Championship in a triple threat match against both Elijah Drake AND Caleb Knox!”
(The announcement receives a mixed reaction, with cheers for the high-stakes match and boos for the perceived injustice toward Elijah Drake.)
(Elijah Drake’s music hits, and the crowd cheers as the fiery contender marches down to the ring, looking visibly frustrated. He wastes no time grabbing a microphone and stepping up to Von Drake.)
Elijah Drake:
“James, with all due respect, this is bull—”
(The crowd cheers Drake’s boldness as Von Drake raises an eyebrow.)
Drake:
“I fought tooth and nail to earn my shot at that championship. I didn’t come here to be a footnote in some triple threat match where Caleb Knox can weasel his way into a title he doesn’t deserve! You’re rewarding Knox for running around like a thug and taking people out? That’s not right! I was first in line, Von Drake, and Knox needs to wait his damn turn!”
(The crowd cheers loudly as Drake paces back and forth, pointing emphatically at Von Drake.)
(Boyd Jackson’s music hits, cutting Drake off. The powerhouse strides down the ramp, smirking as the fans boo him. Jackson climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.)
Boyd Jackson:
“Oh, cry me a river, Elijah. ‘Boo hoo, I was first in line!’ You sound like a damn baby. Let me tell you something, kid—you don’t dictate what happens around here. You’re not special, and quite frankly, you’ve been nothing but a disappointment lately. Maybe if you focused more on winning and less on whining, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
(The crowd erupts with a mix of boos and cheers as Jackson gets in Drake’s face.)
Drake:
(Getting right back in Jackson’s face.)
“Listen here, you big mouth, I’m in no mood for your crap tonight. You want to talk about winning? Fine—how about you and I step in that ring later tonight, and I show you exactly what I’m capable of?”
(The fans pop loudly as Jackson chuckles and nods.)
Jackson:
“You’re on, kid. But don’t come crying when I put you down like everyone else.”
(Before the tension can boil over, Von Drake steps between them, raising his hands.)
Von Drake:
“Alright, enough of this! If you two want to fight so bad, then you’ve got it! Elijah Drake versus Boyd Jackson—TONIGHT!”
(The crowd explodes as Von Drake’s music hits, and the GM exits the ring, leaving Drake and Jackson glaring daggers at each other.)
Zac Brindle:
“What a blockbuster announcement! Not only is the PV Heavyweight Championship match at Atlantic City Assault now a triple threat, but we’re also getting Elijah Drake versus Boyd Jackson tonight!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Von Drake is pulling no punches tonight, Zac! If you thought things were intense before, they just got cranked up to eleven!”
(The camera captures the heated staredown between Drake and Jackson before cutting to a commercial break.)
Backstage
Dealing with Bullies
[The scene opens backstage with the ever-energetic Elena Cruz standing by, microphone in hand, in front of the Project: Violence backdrop. The fans cheer as James Mendoza steps into the frame, wearing his ring gear and a determined expression. Elena flashes her signature smile as she begins the interview.]
Elena Cruz:
“James Mendoza, thanks for joining me. Last week, after your hard-fought match against Teddy Rush, Gabriel Cross ambushed both you and Rush in an unprovoked attack. Tonight, you step into the ring with Cross one-on-one. What’s your mindset heading into this match?”
(Mendoza adjusts his wrist tape and leans slightly into the microphone, his tone firm but calm.)
James Mendoza:
“My mindset, Elena? It’s pretty simple. I asked for this match. I went to James Von Drake and told him I needed this. Gabriel Cross didn’t just attack me last week—he attacked me for no reason, no provocation, no explanation. I can take a loss, I can take a beating, but what I can’t stand is disrespect. And what Gabriel Cross did? That was nothing but disrespect.”
(The crowd cheers loudly from inside the arena as Mendoza nods, feeding off the energy.)
James Mendoza:
“Gabriel Cross thinks he can run around here, swinging chairs, trying to make a name for himself by taking out guys like me and Teddy Rush. Well, that doesn’t fly with me. You want to make a name for yourself, Cross? Try earning it the right way. Step in that ring, face me like a man, and prove yourself. But I’ve got news for you—you’re not walking out of that ring tonight. Not after what you pulled last week.”
(Elena, looking impressed with Mendoza’s fiery response, nods as she poses another question.)
Elena Cruz:
“So you’re planning to make a statement tonight? To send Gabriel Cross a message?”
(Mendoza smirks, his calm confidence returning.)
James Mendoza:
“That’s exactly right. Gabriel Cross wants to play the bully? Fine. But tonight, he’s going to find out what happens when you try to push me around. I’m going to beat some respect into him, and when it’s over, he’ll think twice before pulling a stunt like that again. I don’t just fight for myself—I fight for this crowd and for the guys in that locker room who show up and put in the work, day in and day out.”
(The crowd cheers loudly again as Mendoza glances towards the camera, his intensity palpable.)
James Mendoza:
“Cross, I hope you’re ready, because tonight? You’re about to learn what respect really means.”
(With that, Mendoza walks off screen, leaving Elena Cruz smiling as she addresses the camera.)
Elena Cruz:
“Strong words from James Mendoza as he prepares to go head-to-head with Gabriel Cross later tonight. Will Mendoza deliver on his promise? Don’t go anywhere, because Uprising 107 is just getting started!”
(The camera cuts back to the arena as the fans cheer in anticipation.)
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Gabriel Cross
Ringside
The Challenge
[The scene opens in the ring just as Gabriel Cross’s hand is raised by the referee following his victory over James Mendoza. The crowd boos loudly as Cross snatches his arm away and glares down at Mendoza, who is still struggling to get to his feet. Cross sneers and picks up a steel chair from ringside, sliding it into the ring. The boos grow louder as Cross sets his sights on Mendoza, clearly intent on inflicting more damage.]
Zac Brindle:
“Oh, come on! Gabriel Cross just won the match—what more does he need to prove?”
Johnny Kaos:
“Prove? This isn’t about proving anything, Zac! Cross wants to send a message, and unfortunately, Mendoza is about to be that message!”
[Cross stalks Mendoza, raising the steel chair above his head as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. But just as Cross swings, the fans explode in cheers as Teddy Rush’s music hits! Rush sprints down the ramp, fire in his eyes, and slides into the ring.]
Zac Brindle:
“Teddy Rush is here! Rush is here to even the odds!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Why’s he sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong? Cross is handling business!”
[Cross hesitates as Rush storms into the ring, and the two lock eyes. Cross holds the chair, but Rush quickly steps forward, daring him to swing. After a tense moment, Cross drops the chair and rolls out of the ring to a wave of boos from the crowd. He smirks smugly as he backs up the ramp, clearly pleased with himself despite the interruption.]
Zac Brindle:
“Gabriel Cross wants no part of Teddy Rush right now!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Smart move by Cross! Why waste energy tonight when he’s already made his point?”
[Rush grabs a microphone from ringside and paces the ring as Mendoza pulls himself to the ropes, clearly hurt but grateful for Rush’s intervention. Rush glares up the ramp at Cross, his voice booming through the arena.]
Teddy Rush:
“Gabriel Cross! I’ve had enough of you jumping people from behind, swinging chairs, and running your mouth without backing it up like a real man. Week after week, you’ve made it your mission to tear down anyone who doesn’t fit into whatever twisted little world you live in!”
[The crowd cheers loudly as Cross smirks at Rush, shrugging as if he doesn’t care. Rush points directly at Cross.]
Teddy Rush:
“But you’re not getting away with it anymore. Next week, at Atlantic City Assault, how about you step into the ring with someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to you? No cheap shots. No sneak attacks. Just you and me, one-on-one!”
[The crowd erupts in cheers as Rush drops the microphone, staring daggers at Cross, who now has a microphone of his own. Cross raises it slowly, but instead of responding, he smirks, drops the mic, and walks backstage without saying a word, leaving the fans to boo loudly.]
Zac Brindle:
“Gabriel Cross didn’t answer, but I think we all know what that smug look means! Teddy Rush laid down the challenge for next week—will Cross accept?”
Johnny Kaos:
“If Cross is smart, he’ll take the fight. But I’m not sure Teddy Rush knows what he’s getting into!”
[The camera pans back to Rush, who helps Mendoza to his feet. The crowd cheers for both men as Rush glares up the ramp, determined and ready for next week’s showdown. The segment ends with Rush standing tall in the ring as the crowd chants his name.]
Backstage
Champions
[The backstage area is alive with activity as the camera cuts to the locker room. Inside, Adam Garcia, the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion, sits on a bench, taping his wrists. His XWF X-treme Championship sits on a chair beside him, and the P:V Heavyweight Championship is draped over his shoulder. Across the room, Masafumi Satake, the IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, ties the laces on his boots. The IPWA title rests neatly on the bench beside him. The two champions exchange a nod of respect as they finish their preparations for tonight’s match.]
Adam Garcia:
“You know, Satake, last week… that match could’ve gone either way. You’re one hell of a competitor, man. I’ve faced some tough guys in my career, but you’re right up there.”
[Satake looks up, a small smile of humility crossing his face.]
Masafumi Satake:
“Arigato, Garcia. It was an honour to step into the ring with you. You pushed me to my limits, and that’s something I don’t take lightly. But tonight is not about us. Tonight, we focus on Duval and Knox.”
[Garcia nods, his expression hardening at the mention of their opponents.]
Adam Garcia:
“Duval’s been running his mouth all week, and Knox… that guy just doesn’t know when to stop. But here’s the thing—they’re stepping into the ring with the best. You and me? We’re the Heavyweight Champions for a reason.”
[Satake stands, adjusting his wrist tape as he steps closer to Garcia.]
Masafumi Satake:
“Exactly. Tonight, we remind everyone why we hold these titles. Duval thinks his arrogance will carry him to victory, and Knox… well, Knox thinks he can bulldoze his way to the top. But they’ve never faced a team like us.”
[Garcia smirks and slaps his chest, where his championship rests.]
Adam Garcia:
“They’re in for a rude awakening. Tonight, it’s not about P:V or IPWA. It’s not about who’s the better champion. It’s about shutting those two up and showing everyone what real champions look like.”
[Satake offers his hand, and Garcia shakes it firmly. The mutual respect between the two is clear as they both crack determined smiles.]
Masafumi Satake:
“Let’s give them a fight they won’t forget.”
Adam Garcia:
“Let’s give ‘em a fight they’ll regret.”
[The two champions share a confident nod before grabbing their titles and heading out of the locker room. The camera lingers on their departing figures, the atmosphere thick with anticipation for the main event later tonight.]
Single Match
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Steven Love
Backstage
Bring the House Down
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Dash Diaz, the young, energetic high-flyer known as “The Standard.” Diaz looks slightly frustrated but maintains his trademark confidence as Elena begins the interview.]
Elena Cruz:
“Dash, last week you issued an open challenge to anyone on the Project: Violence roster for a match at Atlantic City Assault. You said you wanted to deliver the best match on the card, but as of today, no one has stepped up to answer your challenge. How are you feeling about that?”
Dash Diaz:
“Disappointed, Elena. I put the challenge out there because I believe in raising the standard—no pun intended. I want to prove that I’m not just a highlight reel, I’m the guy who can steal the show, no matter who I’m up against. But here we are, one week out, and no one’s got the guts to step up. I don’t get it. Is everyone afraid to test themselves? Or are they just too comfortable being average?”
[Diaz shakes his head, his frustration showing, though his voice remains calm and determined.]
Dash Diaz:
“I want to make Atlantic City Assault special. It’s a historic night, the first event in our new home. And I can’t do that without someone willing to go toe-to-toe with me. So, whoever’s back there listening, this is your last chance. Step up, and let’s make history.”
[Before Diaz can say more, Rex Stone walks into the frame. The young Canadian powerhouse, fresh off some impressive performances, looks calm and collected as he steps up to Diaz. The two lock eyes for a moment before Rex speaks.]
Rex Stone:
“You’re looking for someone to step up? Well, here I am. I heard your challenge last week, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. You want a match that steals the show? You want a match that raises the standard? Then let’s do it. Me and you, Atlantic City Assault. What do you say?”
[Diaz’s frustration melts away, replaced by a wide grin. He extends his hand, which Rex immediately shakes.]
Dash Diaz:
“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Rex Stone, huh? You’ve got guts, man. I respect that. Let’s give these fans a match they’ll never forget.”
Rex Stone:
“Count on it. Let’s bring the house down.”
[The two share a confident nod as Elena Cruz beams beside them, clearly thrilled by the unexpected development.]
Elena Cruz:
“There you have it, folks! At Atlantic City Assault, it’ll be Dash Diaz versus Rex Stone in what promises to be an unforgettable showdown. Don’t miss it!”
[The camera lingers on Diaz and Stone, both brimming with confidence and anticipation, before cutting away.]
Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. The Ordinary Gentlemen
Backstage
The Rise of Midas
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Katya Roux, the ever-confident and cunning manager of the monstrous Midas. Katya is dressed impeccably in a sleek crimson suit, exuding an air of superiority as she adjusts her sunglasses and smirks at the camera.]
Elena Cruz:
“Katya, last week we saw Midas make a bold statement during the six-man tag team match, dominating TV Champion Stevie Rigg and his team. Now, with Atlantic City Assault just days away, Midas has the chance to challenge for the TV Championship. What’s your mindset heading into this huge opportunity?”
Katya Roux:
“Mindset? Elena, my mindset is the same as always: complete confidence. Last week, Midas didn’t just make a statement; he gave the entire roster a preview of what happens when someone dares to stand across the ring from him. Stevie Rigg was lucky to walk out of that match still breathing, let alone still holding the TV Championship.”
[Roux tilts her head slightly, her smirk widening.]
Katya Roux:
“Next week at Atlantic City Assault, there will be no luck, no fluke, and no escape for Stevie Rigg. You see, Midas is not just a wrestler; he’s a force of nature. He doesn’t play by the rules, and he certainly doesn’t care about the so-called ‘legacy’ of Stevie Rigg. All he cares about is one thing: domination. And domination is exactly what you’ll see when he crushes Rigg like the irrelevant little pest he truly is.”
[Elena Cruz raises an eyebrow, pressing on.]
Elena Cruz:
“Stevie Rigg has been a fighting champion and one of the toughest competitors in Project: Violence. Surely you can’t just dismiss him that easily?”
Katya Roux:
“Tough? Please. Toughness is irrelevant when you’re staring into the eyes of a monster like Midas. Stevie Rigg has had his little run, yes, but let’s not pretend it’s anything more than that—a fluke. He’s been clinging to that title for dear life, but his time is up. At Atlantic City Assault, Midas will tear through him like he does everyone else, and Stevie Rigg will go back to being what he was before: irrelevant.“
[Roux takes a moment to adjust her sunglasses, looking directly into the camera with a sinister grin.]
Katya Roux:
“So, Elena, mark my words: next week, the world will witness the rise of Midas as the new TV Champion. And as for Stevie Rigg? He’ll be just another broken body left in Midas’s path of destruction.”
[Elena Cruz looks slightly uneasy as she glances toward the camera, trying to maintain her professionalism.]
Elena Cruz:
“Well, there you have it. Katya Roux is confident that next week at Atlantic City Assault, Midas will walk out as the new TV Champion. It’s going to be an explosive match, and I, for one, can’t wait to see what happens!”
[Katya Roux lets out a soft laugh and saunters off-screen, exuding confidence. The camera lingers on Elena, who shakes her head slightly before the feed cuts back to the arena.]
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Elijah Drake
Backstage
The Challengers
[The camera cuts to a well-lit backstage area where Jean Louis Duval stands, dressed sharply in an expensive tailored suit. The cocky Frenchman carries himself with his trademark air of superiority, but for once, there’s a hint of genuine respect in his expression. Opposite him stands Caleb Knox, “Iron Heart” himself, his usual stoic demeanour slightly softened by the interaction.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Ah, Caleb Knox. I must say, mon ami, you’ve been quite impressive since arriving here in Project: Violence. Your… how do you say… grit? Determination? They are admirable. Très admirable. You remind me of myself, in a way. It will be an honour to team with you next week.”
[Duval offers a small, self-assured smirk as he folds his arms, his tone just a touch condescending, but still respectful. Knox looks Duval up and down, his face unreadable at first. Then, he nods slightly.]
Caleb Knox:
“You’re not wrong, Duval. What I’ve done here in P:V hasn’t come easy. And I respect the fact that you’ve made your mark elsewhere—whether people here want to admit it or not, you’re one of the best. So yeah, it’s a pleasure to have someone like you involved in a P:V show, even if it’s just a one-off.”
[Knox leans forward slightly, his tone hardening just a bit.]
Caleb Knox:
“But just so we’re clear, next week isn’t about admiration or legacy—it’s about handling business. Garcia and Satake? They’re good. Damn good. But together? We’ll take them out and prove why we’re the future, and they’re just holding onto the past.”
[Duval chuckles lightly, brushing a hand over his perfectly tailored lapel.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Ah, mon ami, I wouldn’t expect anything less. I can assure you that when I step into that ring next week, I will remind everyone—yourself included—why I am Jean Louis Duval. Together, we will leave no doubt. And who knows… perhaps this ‘one-off’ will leave a lasting impression, yes?”
[Knox offers a slight smirk of his own, though his expression remains focused and intense.]
Caleb Knox:
“Let’s make sure it does.”
[The two men exchange a firm handshake, a tense but respectful camaraderie evident between them. As Duval adjusts his cuffs and Knox cracks his knuckles, the camera lingers on the pair, their mutual determination radiating as the segment fades to black.]
Tag Team Match
Adam Garcia & Masafumi Satake vs. Jean Louis Duval & Caleb Knox
Ringside
A Glimpse of the Future?
[The scene opens with Jean Louis Duval and Caleb Knox standing tall in the centre of the ring, basking in the overwhelming boos of the crowd. The aftermath of their shocking victory over Adam Garcia and Masafumi Satake is evident, with the Heavyweight Champions laid out at their feet. Duval, ever the showman, dramatically raises his arms, smirking as if to say, “I told you so.” Knox, on the other hand, stands stoic and menacing, his piercing glare fixed on the fallen Garcia.]
[Duval retrieves a microphone from ringside, gesturing for the crowd to quiet down, though their boos only grow louder.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Ah, mesdames et messieurs! Quelle surprise! Did you truly expect anything less? You are looking at greatness—no, supremacy! Adam Garcia, Masafumi Satake… the so-called champions? Tonight, they learned what happens when they face Jean Louis Duval and Caleb Knox!“
[The crowd continues to jeer, but Duval shrugs it off, his smirk widening. Knox takes the microphone from Duval, his tone cold and deliberate.]
Caleb Knox:
“Garcia… Satake… tonight, you got a taste of what’s coming. Garcia, at Atlantic City Assault, that Heavyweight Championship is mine. No distractions. No excuses. Just me taking what I’ve earned. And as for you, Satake… consider this a warning for your little match with Duval next week. You might be a champion now, but after Atlantic City, we’ll see who’s still standing.”
[Knox tosses the microphone down with a thud, his intense gaze burning a hole through Garcia, who stirs slightly on the mat but remains down. Duval motions for Knox to join him in a celebratory pose, raising his arms once more as the boos grow deafening.]
[Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage to show Elijah Drake watching the carnage unfold on a monitor. Drake’s expression is a mix of frustration and determination, his jaw clenched tightly as he watches Knox standing tall over Garcia. He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before storming off, clearly with plans of his own.]
[Back in the ring, Duval and Knox exit confidently, leaving the wreckage of the champions behind them. The camera lingers on the fallen Garcia and Satake, the crowd’s boos echoing throughout the arena as the screen fades to black, closing the show.]
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