P:V Uprising 108
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
1st February 2025
**[PYROTECHNICS BLAST OFF as the camera sweeps across the sold-out *Crimson Club Casino Arena* in Atlantic City, New Jersey! The fans are on their feet, still buzzing from last week’s unforgettable Atlantic City Assault PPV, and the fallout begins TONIGHT on Project Violence: Uprising 108!]**
**[The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where *Zac Brindle* and Johnny Kaos sit, ready to call the action.]**
Zac Brindle:
“Welcome to the most violent night of the week—this is P:V Uprising! We are LIVE from the brand-new Crimson Club Casino Arena here in Atlantic City, and Johnny, after last week’s historic pay-per-view, things are about to get even more chaotic!”
Johnny Kaos:
“No doubt, Zac! We witnessed a changing of the guard at Atlantic City Assault—we have a new IPWA International Heavyweight Champion in Jean Louis Duval, a new TV Champion in the monstrous Midas, and of course, the Mad Bull himself, Adam Garcia, is still standing at the top of the mountain after surviving that brutal Triple Threat match!”
Zac Brindle:
“Garcia pinned Caleb Knox to retain the P:V Heavyweight Championship, but let’s not forget that Elijah Drake was never involved in the decision! You have to wonder what’s going through Drake’s mind after losing what could have been his last shot at the title!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And speaking of new champions, Midas dominated Stevie Rigg to capture the P:V TV Championship, and tonight, he defends it for the first time against one of the toughest brawlers in P:V—Dutch Ramirez!”
Zac Brindle:
“Dutch is as mean as they come, and he isn’t afraid to trade blows with anyone, even a monster like Midas! But you have to wonder what kind of orders Katya Roux will have for her new champion tonight!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Plus, after Jean Louis Duval stole the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship from Masafumi Satake with help from his henchmen, we’ll hear from the new champ himself tonight! Will Satake have something to say about it?”
Zac Brindle:
“And what about the fallout from Henry Steele’s shocking debut? The so-called ‘Steel Fortress’ made a HUGE impact at the PPV, destroying both Dash Diaz and Rex Stone after their match. What does Steele want in P:V? We might find out tonight!”
Johnny Kaos:
“We’ve got a stacked night of action, the fallout from Atlantic City Assault is just beginning, and things are about to get VIOLENT! Let’s get this show started!”
[The camera cuts to the ring as the first match of the night is about to begin, and P:V Uprising 108 is officially underway!]
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Darrell Robles
Backstage
The Mission
[Elena Cruz stands in front of the P:V backdrop, microphone in hand, as the camera zooms in. She looks focused as she introduces her guest.]
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a true legend of Project Violence—Elijah Drake!”
**[The crowd inside the arena gives a loud mixed reaction as *Elijah Drake* steps into the frame. He looks furious, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with frustration. His usual calm intensity is replaced with barely contained rage.]**
Elena Cruz:
“Elijah, last week at Atlantic City Assault, you had what could have been your final opportunity to win the P:V Heavyweight Championship, but the match became a Triple Threat when Caleb Knox was added. And in the end, it was Knox who got pinned by Adam Garcia, meaning you lost your shot at the title… without even being part of the decision. How are you feeling after what happened?”
[Drake shakes his head, exhaling sharply through his nose as he glares into the camera.]
Elijah Drake:
“How am I feeling, Elena? I’m mad as hell. I walked into that match knowing it was MY opportunity. I earned it. I was the next in line. But what happens? Caleb Knox worms his way in, and then he goes and does exactly what I KNEW he would do—he lost. And now, because of his failure, I don’t get another shot. Just like that, my opportunity is gone.”
[Drake clenches his fists, his voice growing harsher.]
Elijah Drake:
“Let’s get one thing straight—I didn’t lose that match. Caleb Knox lost that match. But I’m the one paying the price for it. That doesn’t sit right with me, and I’ll be damned if I just let it slide.”
[Drake turns directly to the camera, his expression cold and focused.]
Elijah Drake:
“So now? My mission is simple. Caleb Knox is going to pay for screwing me over. He took my shot? I’m going to take something from him. His pride. His confidence. His future. If he thinks he can just walk away from what happened, he’s got another thing coming. Caleb, I hope you’re listening, because I’m coming for you. And when I get my hands on you… you’re going to wish you never set foot in Project Violence.”
[Drake glares into the camera for another moment before storming off, leaving Elena Cruz standing there, clearly taken aback by his intensity.]
Elena Cruz:
“Strong words from Elijah Drake… and it looks like Caleb Knox has a serious target on his back.”
[The camera fades out as the tension in the arena rises.]
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Brandon Snyder
Ringside
Steele
[The bell rings as Rex Stone has his hand raised in victory over Brandon Snyder. The fans cheer for the hard-fought match, but Stone barely has time to catch his breath before the mood shifts.]
**[BOOM! The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the arena as the monstrous *Henry Steele* marches down the entrance ramp. The crowd erupts into boos, remembering how Steele made his shocking debut last week by attacking both Rex Stone and Dash Diaz after their match.]**
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Oh, come on! Not again! Henry Steele is back, and he’s got his eyes locked on Rex Stone!”
Johnny Kaos (on commentary):
“Look at the size of this guy, Brindle! Rex Stone might’ve won the match, but his night is about to get a whole lot worse!”
**[Before Stone can react, *Steele* slides into the ring with frightening speed for his size. Stone throws a forearm, trying to fight back, but Steele barely flinches. Instead, he grabs Stone by the throat and launches him halfway across the ring with a brutal chokeslam!]**
**[The crowd boos as Steele stalks over to Stone’s fallen body, his face expressionless. He then lifts Stone again, deadlifting him with ease into a **gutwrench powerbomb, slamming him HARD onto the canvas! The ring shakes from the impact as Steele stands over his fallen victim, looking down at him with no emotion.]
Zac Brindle:
“This guy is a machine! That power is unreal!”
Johnny Kaos:
“I think Henry Steele just made it clear—he’s here to dominate, and Rex Stone is just his latest victim!”
**[Steele is about to continue his assault, but suddenly, the fans ERUPT as *Dash Diaz* sprints down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! Diaz slides into the ring, gripping the chair tightly as he swings it with full force at Steele’s ribs!]**
CRACK!
**[The impact makes a sickening sound, but *Steele barely moves!* He just turns his head towards Diaz, a look of annoyance flickering across his otherwise cold expression.]**
Zac Brindle:
“Oh my god… Steele just ate that chair shot like it was NOTHING!”
[Diaz swings again—CRACK!**—this time slamming the chair across Steele’s back! This one makes the big man stumble forward, and Diaz doesn’t waste any time, delivering one last *brutal chair shot* straight to Steele’s skull, finally sending him rolling out of the ring!]**
**[The fans go WILD as *Dash Diaz* stands his ground, gripping the chair and daring Steele to get back in the ring! Steele glares at Diaz from the outside, rubbing his jaw as if testing his own durability. But instead of retaliating, Steele simply smirks—a cold, unsettling smirk—before backing away up the ramp.]**
Johnny Kaos:
“Dash Diaz just made the save, but did you see Henry Steele’s face? That’s not a man who’s backing down, Brindle—that’s a man who’s planning his next move!”
Zac Brindle:
“Yeah, and I don’t think Rex Stone or Dash Diaz are going to like what he has in store!”
**[Inside the ring, Diaz checks on **Rex Stone, who is still down from the vicious attack. Meanwhile, Henry Steele reaches the stage, giving one last look back at the ring, his smirk fading into his usual stoic, calculating expression. The tension is thick as the camera lingers on all three men before fading to black.]
Backstage
For the Fans
**[The camera cuts to the backstage parking area, where a sleek black SUV pulls up outside the *Crimson Club Casino Arena.* The door opens, and stepping out is none other than Masafumi Satake, the former IPWA International Heavyweight Champion. He carries his signature stoic expression, but there is an undeniable weight on his shoulders—his loss to Jean Louis Duval at Atlantic City Assault still fresh in his mind.]**
**[Before he can take more than a few steps, *Elena Cruz* rushes into the frame, microphone in hand, eager to get a word.]**
Elena Cruz:
*”Satake! Satake, if I could just get a quick word—everyone wants to know how you’re feeling after what happened at *Atlantic City Assault! It was a controversial loss—Duval’s men attacked you before the match, and yet, you still competed! What’s next for you?”
**[Satake stops in his tracks, his gaze lowering for a brief moment before meeting *Elena’s* eyes. There’s no anger—just quiet reflection. After a long pause, he finally speaks.]**
Masafumi Satake:
“Elena… tonight, I need to speak to the fans directly. I owe them that much.”
**[A look of concern crosses *Elena’s* face as Satake adjusts the strap of his gym bag over his shoulder and continues walking, disappearing down the hallway.]**
Elena Cruz (turning to the camera):
“Well… there you have it. Masafumi Satake will be heading to the ring later tonight to address the fans after his shocking title loss. What does he have to say? We’ll find out soon enough!”
[The camera lingers on the hallway where Satake disappeared, leaving an air of mystery hanging over the segment before cutting away.]
Single Match
Chopper Anderson vs. Bernard Wolfe
Backstage
Anarchy
**[The camera cuts to the hallway outside the office of *Project Violence GM James Von Drake*. The door suddenly swings open as *Darren & Simon Starr*, the **PV Tag Team Champions, barge inside, looking as cocky as ever. Von Drake, seated behind his desk, lets out a sigh, clearly unimpressed as the brothers strut in.]
Darren Starr:
“Alright, Von Drake, let’s get straight to it. Last week, we did what you didn’t think was possible—we took down the so-called unstoppable Ultras.“
Simon Starr:
“That’s right! And what does that mean? It means we’ve proven we’re the best damn tag team in this company, and now, it’s time to make it official. We want a shot at the IPWA International Tag Team Championships… TONIGHT.“
[Von Drake leans back in his chair, rubbing his temple as if he already has a headache.]
James Von Drake:
“You two just don’t quit, do you?”
[The Starr Brothers smirk and shrug.]
James Von Drake:
“Listen, I’ll give you credit—you beat the Ultras, fair and square. But if you’re thinking you can just waltz into my office and start calling the shots, you’re dead wrong. You wanna talk about titles? How about focusing on defending the ones you already have?”
[The Starr Brothers exchange annoyed glances.]
James Von Drake:
*”Because next week on *Uprising, you’re defending the PV Tag Team Championships against a team that knows you pretty damn well—Anarchy Alliance.“
**[The crowd can be heard popping in the background at the announcement. *Darren*’s confident grin fades slightly, while *Simon* shakes his head in frustration.]**
Darren Starr:
“Oh, so now that Edwin Ellis is back, you’re just handing them a title shot? What, do they get a free pass because Ellis finally decided to get out of his hospital bed?”
Simon Starr:
“This is a joke, Von Drake. A complete joke!”
James Von Drake (leaning forward):
“What’s a joke is you two thinking you’re calling the shots around here. You wanted competition? You got it. Now, unless you want me to make that match tonight, I suggest you get the hell out of my office.”
[The Starr Brothers stand there for a moment, fuming, before Darren scoffs and shakes his head.]
Darren Starr:
“Fine. But when we beat Anarchy Alliance next week, you better start treating us like the best damn tag team in the world.”
**[Simon glares at Von Drake before both brothers storm out, slamming the door behind them. The camera lingers on **Von Drake, who smirks to himself before shaking his head and muttering under his breath.]
James Von Drake:
“Good luck with that, boys.”
[Fade to black.]
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Steven Love
Backstage
The Future
**[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where *Elena Cruz* stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her, looking as intense as ever, is the PV Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia. The gold championship belt rests over his shoulder, a symbol of his dominance in Project Violence.]**
Elena Cruz:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the reigning PV Heavyweight Champion, *‘The Mad Bull’* Adam Garcia. Adam, last week at Atlantic City Assault, you once again proved why you’re at the top of this company, retaining your title in an absolute war against both Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox. After another successful defence, the question now is—what’s next for Adam Garcia?”*
[Garcia adjusts the title belt on his shoulder, a confident smirk forming as he looks at Elena before turning to face the camera.]
Adam Garcia:
“What’s next, huh? Elena, that’s the question everyone’s been asking since I walked out of that main event still holding this championship. Since I beat Elijah Drake. Since I pinned Caleb Knox in the middle of that ring. And the answer is simple—“
[He pats the belt.]
Adam Garcia:
“I keep doing what I do best—defending this championship against anyone who steps up. I’ve been through every kind of fight, every kind of challenger, and every single time, I prove exactly why I am the best to ever call themselves PV Heavyweight Champion.“
[Garcia’s eyes burn with intensity as he stares into the camera.]
Adam Garcia:
“People wanna talk about legacies, about being the best, about making history? Let me make one thing clear—I am not just holding this championship… I am defining it. Anyone who thinks they can take this from me? Step up. I’ll be waiting.”
[Elena nods, impressed by Garcia’s confidence.]
Elena Cruz:
“Strong words from the champion. Adam, there’s a long list of names who would love a shot at that title. Are there any challengers in particular that you’ve got your eye on?”
[Garcia smirks, shaking his head.]
Adam Garcia:
*”Elena, it doesn’t matter who steps up. Elijah Drake? Been there, done that. Caleb Knox? He thought he was ready—he wasn’t. Whether it’s someone from the past, someone who’s never had a shot, or some guy thinking he’s the next big thing—they all fall the same way. One by one, they come, and one by one, *The Mad Bull* runs them down.”*
[He leans in slightly, his smirk fading into a serious glare.]
Adam Garcia:
“So, to the next so-called ‘contender’ watching this right now—be careful what you wish for.“
**[With that, Garcia slaps the *PV Heavyweight Championship* once more and walks off, leaving Elena Cruz to look on as the camera fades to black.]**
TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. Dutch Ramirez
Backstage
They All Fall
**[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where *Elena Cruz* is standing with a microphone in hand. Beside her, exuding arrogance and confidence, is “The Holy Avenger” Gabriel Cross. Dressed in his signature ring gear with a smug grin on his face, Cross looks every bit the man who just proved a point at Atlantic City Assault.]**
Elena Cruz:
*”Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, *‘The Holy Avenger’* Gabriel Cross. Gabriel, last week at Atlantic City Assault, you did exactly what you said you would do—you defeated Teddy Rush. Now that the dust has settled, how are you feeling after that victory?”*
[Cross lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if the question itself is ridiculous.]
Gabriel Cross:
*”Elena, how am I feeling? *How am I feeling?* I feel vindicated. I feel righteous. I feel like I just did what every single one of you doubters thought I couldn’t do—I beat Teddy Rush. And I didn’t just beat him, Elena… I proved that he was never in my league to begin with!”*
[He smirks, adjusting his wrist tape as he continues.]
Gabriel Cross:
*”Teddy wanted to be the hero, he wanted to stand against *The Holy Avenger* like he was some kind of shining knight—but the thing about heroes, Elena? They always fall. Teddy Rush fell, just like I said he would. And now, everyone in Project Violence has no choice but to finally accept the truth—Gabriel Cross is one of the best to ever step foot in this ring.“*
[Elena raises an eyebrow, sensing the intensity in Cross’s words.]
Elena Cruz:
“Gabriel, you certainly backed up your words, but what’s next for you? Where do you go from here?”
[Cross scoffs, placing a hand on his chest as if insulted by the question.]
Gabriel Cross:
*”Where do I go from here? To the very top, Elena. I don’t settle, I don’t wait in line—I take what I want. And what I want is to be the biggest name this company has ever seen. *Atlantic City Assault* was just the beginning—there’s not a single person in Project Violence that can stop me now.“*
[Cross takes a step closer to the camera, his smirk turning into a more sinister glare.]
Gabriel Cross:
“So, if there’s anyone in that locker room who thinks they can stand in my way, who thinks they can stop me from taking what I’m owed… I dare you to try. But just like Teddy Rush, just like every other so-called ‘hero’ before him—you will fall.“
[Cross stares into the camera for a moment before flashing another smirk and walking off, leaving Elena Cruz watching him go with a slightly uneasy expression. The scene fades to black.]
Ringside
Focus
**[The arena goes dark for a brief moment before the opening notes of *Masafumi Satake’s* entrance theme hit the speakers. The fans erupt in cheers as the former IPWA International Heavyweight Champion walks out onto the stage, his face showing both determination and humility. Dressed in a sharp black track jacket over his ring gear, Satake makes his way to the ring, acknowledging the crowd with respectful bows before stepping between the ropes. A microphone is handed to him as the chants of “SA-TA-KE! SA-TA-KE!” fill the Crimson Club Casino Arena.]**
Masafumi Satake:
“Thank you… thank you.”
[The chants continue for a moment before Satake raises a hand, silencing them gently.]
Masafumi Satake:
“Last week… I let you all down.”
**[The crowd immediately responds with loud *“NO! NO! NO!”* chants, showing their support for the Japanese warrior. Satake shakes his head, a small but appreciative smile on his face.]**
Masafumi Satake:
“No… it’s true. I was supposed to defend the IPWA International Heavyweight Championship with honour. I was supposed to uphold the legacy of that title. But instead, I lost. I lost because Jean Louis Duval and his men took the low road, attacking me before the match. But in the end, I must take responsibility… I stepped into this ring, and I was not the one to leave with the gold.”
[Boos ring out at the mention of Duval’s name, but Satake remains composed, nodding solemnly.]
Masafumi Satake:
“I could come out here and demand a rematch. I could stand here and say I deserve another chance because of what happened. And maybe… maybe I do.”
[The crowd cheers in agreement.]
Masafumi Satake:
“But right now… that is not where my focus lies.”
[A buzz of intrigue spreads through the crowd as Satake pauses, gathering his thoughts.]
Masafumi Satake:
*”For years, I have travelled the world. I have fought in Japan, in Mexico, in Europe, in America. I have won championships, I have faced the very best… but there is one title I have never held. And that title belongs to the man who calls himself *The Mad Bull.”
[A HUGE pop from the crowd as they quickly realise what Satake is suggesting. A “MAD BULL! MAD BULL!” chant breaks out, as Satake looks towards the entrance stage.]
Masafumi Satake:
“Adam Garcia… I am standing in this ring as a man who wants to fight the best. And you, Garcia… you are the best. I am challenging you for the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship!“
**[The fans *EXPLODE* at the announcement, but before they can even process what’s happening, the champions theme music blasts through the sound system, and the crowd gets even louder as Adam Garcia steps out onto the stage. The P:V Heavyweight Champion has the championship belt slung over his shoulder, wearing a confident smirk as he looks down at Satake in the ring.]**
**[Garcia walks forward slightly, adjusting the title on his shoulder, clearly intrigued by the challenge. The two warriors lock eyes—Satake, standing firm in the ring, and Garcia, standing tall on the stage. The intensity is *palpable* as the camera zooms in on their focused expressions.]**
[The show closes on this tense visual—two of the best wrestlers in the world standing face-to-face, the biggest prize in Project Violence hanging in the balance.]
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