P:V Uprising 110
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
15th February 2025
🎶 [PYRO ERUPTS!] 🎶 The cameras cut to a packed Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, NJ, as the lights pulse and the crowd is on their feet! The camera pans across the roaring audience, signs waving, energy at an all-time high following last week’s dramatic show!
At ringside, commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos sit ready to kick things off!
Zac Brindle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another explosive edition of Project Violence Uprising! We are coming to you LIVE from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and if last week was anything to go by, tonight is gonna be absolutely UNMISSABLE!”
Johnny Kaos:
“You got that right, Zac! Last week, Masafumi Satake made it clear that he’s coming for the PV Heavyweight Championship, and tonight, it becomes OFFICIAL! The contract signing between Satake and ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia is happening right here in that very ring!”
Zac Brindle:
*”That’s not all—because things are about to get even more personal between Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox! The war between these two men continues, and tonight, they find themselves on opposite sides of a tag team match! Elijah Drake teams up with Teddy Rush, while Caleb Knox partners with the self-proclaimed ‘Holy Avenger’ Gabriel Cross!“
Johnny Kaos:
“And speaking of BIG fights, Zac—tonight, we witness the official in-ring debut of the man they call ‘Steel Fortress’ Henry Steele! This 6’6”, 290-pound powerhouse has made an IMMEDIATE impact here in Project Violence, but now he steps into the ring one-on-one with the ultra-talented Dash Diaz! Is Henry Steele as dominant as he says he is? We find out TONIGHT!”
Zac Brindle:
*”Buckle up, folks—it’s going to be a wild ride from start to finish! The contract signing, the bitter rivalry between Knox and Drake, the debut of Henry Steele, and so much more—this is PV UPRISING 110, and we are LIVE!“
🎶 [CROWD ROARS as the camera focuses on the entrance ramp, ready for the first action of the night!] 🎶
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
Not Tonight
The camera cuts to the office of Project Violence GM James Von Drake, who is seated behind his desk, reviewing paperwork. The door suddenly swings open, and in walks Katya Roux, dressed in an elegant yet sinister black and red ensemble. Behind her looms the terrifying, silent figure of the PV Television Champion, Midas. His golden mask glints under the dim lighting as he towers over the GM’s desk, arms crossed.
James Von Drake (sighing, rubbing his temples):
“Let me guess—this is about the TV Title?”
Katya Roux (smirking):
“Very good, Monsieur Von Drake. You see, I have been watching your decision-making closely, and I must say… it leaves much to be desired.”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, unimpressed. Midas remains eerily still, his masked face locked on Von Drake like a predator eyeing its prey.
Katya Roux:
“My monster, Midas, is a dominant force unlike anyone on your roster. Yet week after week, you insist on lining up weak, unworthy challengers in front of him. These so-called ‘contenders’ are nothing more than sacrifices, and I refuse to waste Midas’ time with insignificant pests.“
James Von Drake (irritated):
“Are you telling me that Midas won’t be defending the title tonight? Because I don’t take kindly to champions who refuse to fight.”
Katya Roux (chuckling, shaking her head):
“No, no, no, Monsieur Von Drake—you misunderstand. Midas is always ready to fight, but only against opponents who are worthy. Until you find a real challenge for him, we are taking the night off.”
Von Drake stares at Roux, clearly frustrated but also preoccupied. With the Heavyweight Championship contract signing happening later, plus the ongoing issues between Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox, he has too much on his plate to argue.
James Von Drake (grumbling):
“Fine. You get the night off. But next week, Midas WILL defend that title, and I’ll make damn sure his opponent is someone who won’t just roll over.“
Midas tilts his head slightly, as if intrigued. Roux smirks, pleased with herself.
Katya Roux:
“Très bien, Monsieur Von Drake. That’s all I wanted to hear.”
With that, Roux turns on her heel and strides out of the office, with Midas following close behind, his heavy boots echoing through the hallway. Von Drake exhales sharply, shaking his head before returning to his paperwork.
James Von Drake (muttering to himself):
“I swear, I need a damn raise for this job…”
The camera lingers on Von Drake’s frustrated expression as the scene fades out.
Tag Team Match
Anarchy Alliance vs. Ordinary Gentlemen
Backstage
Easy…. right?
The camera cuts to the locker room of the PV Tag Team Champions, The Starr Brothers (Darren & Simon). Both are seated on a leather bench, championship belts draped over their shoulders. A monitor in front of them replays footage of Anarchy Alliance (Stevie Rigg & Edwin Ellis) dismantling the Ordinary Gentlemen (Dale Norman & Greg Stanley) in record time. The match-ending bell chimes, and Darren immediately grabs the remote, switching off the TV with a scowl.
Darren Starr (shaking his head):
“Alright, yeah, they looked good. So what? We’re The Starr Brothers. We’ve beaten everyone in PV who matters.”
Simon Starr (leaning back, arms crossed):
“Exactly. Stevie and Edwin? Sure, they got their little win tonight, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’ve already beaten them before.“
*Simon pats his championship belt, but his voice lacks conviction. Darren notices and narrows his eyes.
Darren Starr (pointing at him):
“What was that? You don’t sound so sure, bro.”
Simon Starr (quickly shaking his head):
“I’m sure! I mean, come on, Darren, we’re the Tag Team Champions. We’ve been running this division! They think just because Edwin’s back from injury that suddenly they’re unstoppable?”
There’s a brief silence as both brothers glance at the now-black TV screen. Simon taps his fingers anxiously on his belt, and Darren clears his throat.
Darren Starr (forcing a chuckle):
“Look, let’s just say it out loud—we are better than them. That’s a fact.”
Simon Starr (nodding a little too quickly):
“Yeah. Way better.“
Darren Starr:
“And we’re gonna embarrass them when we defend these belts.”
Simon Starr:
“Absolutely. Easy work.“
Another pause. Neither man looks completely convinced. Simon shifts uncomfortably, adjusting his title on his shoulder. Darren rubs his jaw, still staring at the monitor even though it’s turned off.
Darren Starr (muttering under his breath):
“Right… easy work.“
The camera lingers on their uneasy expressions before fading out.
Single Match
Steven Love vs. Boyd Jackson
Backstage
A Fair Fight
The camera cuts to Elena Cruz standing beside “The Standard” Dash Diaz, who is dressed in his ring gear, stretching his shoulders in preparation for his match later tonight. The crowd watching on the arena screens cheers loudly at the sight of Diaz, who smirks at the reaction.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, “The Standard” Dash Diaz! Dash, tonight you go one-on-one with the powerhouse known as Henry Steele. After weeks of being blindsided by him, how are you feeling ahead of this highly anticipated match?”
Dash Diaz (nodding, smirking):
“Elena, I’ve been feeling ready since the moment I called Henry Steele out. This dude showed up in Project Violence unannounced, started throwing people around, and decided to target me. I don’t know why, and honestly? I don’t care.”
Diaz cracks his knuckles and looks directly into the camera.
Dash Diaz:
“Henry, you want to make a name for yourself at my expense? Bad move, man. I’ve been in that ring with some of the toughest guys this company has ever seen, and I’m still standing. So whatever you wanna throw at me tonight? Bring it.“
Elena nods, sensing the intensity in Diaz’s voice.
Elena Cruz:
“Henry Steele has made a huge impact in just a short time here in PV. He’s bigger, stronger, and dangerous. What’s your strategy going into this match?”
Dash Diaz (grinning):
“Strategy? Easy—I fight. Henry Steele might be a fortress, but I’ve spent my entire career breaking down walls. Yeah, he’s a big dude, but size isn’t everything. Speed, heart, and knowing how to win—that’s what makes the difference. He wants a fight? He’s got one.”
Diaz steps forward slightly, eyes locked on the camera.
Dash Diaz:
“Tonight, I prove that Henry Steele is just another guy trying to make a name off The Standard. But I’m not just the standard—I set it. See you in the ring, big man.”
Diaz slaps his chest and walks off, ready for battle. Elena Cruz turns back to the camera.
Elena Cruz:
“Dash Diaz sounds more than prepared for what awaits him tonight! Back to you guys at ringside!”
The camera fades as the crowd cheers loudly in anticipation of the match.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
The Revenge Team
The camera cuts to Teddy Rush lacing up his boots, looking focused. Across from him, Elijah Drake stands with his hands on his hips, rolling his shoulders. Despite never having teamed together before, there’s a mutual understanding between them. The tension in the air is more about their upcoming fight than any personal differences.
Teddy Rush:
“Alright, man, let’s just get one thing straight—I don’t like Gabriel Cross. Never have, never will. And after what he pulled at the PPV? I’m done letting him run his mouth and jump people after the bell. Tonight, I get my hands on him, and I make sure he regrets every cheap shot he’s taken.”
Elijah Drake (nodding, arms crossed):
“Sounds good to me, ‘cause I feel the exact same way about Caleb Knox. That kid got in my way, took my shot at the Heavyweight Title, and now he thinks he’s next in line? Nah. That ain’t how this works. I plan on showing him exactly what that mistake is gonna cost him.”
Teddy ties up his boots and stands up, sizing Drake up. He gives a nod of approval.
Teddy Rush:
“Look, I know we ain’t exactly a team. But tonight? We’ve got the same goal—take these guys out. I’ll handle Cross, you handle Knox, and we both make sure we’re standing tall at the end of this thing.”
Elijah Drake (grinning slightly):
“For once, we’re on the same page. Just stay outta my way when I’m beating the hell outta Knox.”
Teddy Rush (smirking):
“Same goes for when I’m taking Cross apart.”
The two share a knowing look, then bump fists before heading toward the entrance area. The battle lines have been drawn.
[CUT TO COMMERCIAL]
Tag Team Match
Gabriel Cross & Caleb Knox vs. Teddy Rush & Elijah Drake
Ringside
Aftermath
The bell rings as Gabriel Cross and Caleb Knox stand victorious over Elijah Drake and Teddy Rush. The referee raises their arms, but the crowd drowns the moment in loud boos. Cross smirks arrogantly, while Knox, ever stoic, simply rolls his shoulders and glares down at his fallen opponents.
Zac Brindle:
“Gabriel Cross and Caleb Knox just pulled off a huge win, but look at them—they’re not done! C’mon, the match is over!”
Johnny Kaos:
“We should’ve seen this coming! Cross loves to make a statement, and Knox is running on pure frustration after weeks of fighting with Drake!”
Cross wastes no time, stomping down on Teddy Rush, yelling in his face before dragging him up and throwing him hard into the corner. Meanwhile, Knox steps over Elijah Drake, looking down at him for a moment before unloading with stiff, calculated stomps to the chest.
The fans boo even louder as Cross exits the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside.
Zac Brindle:
“Oh no—somebody needs to stop this!”
Johnny Kaos:
“They’re making a damn statement tonight!”
Just as Cross slides back in, security rushes down the ramp, flooding the ring. Several officials get between Knox and Drake, while others pry Cross away from Rush just before he can use the chair. The crowd erupts into cheers as the beatdown is finally halted.
Cross, still fuming, shouts at security, throwing his arms up in frustration before backing away. Knox, breathing heavily, keeps his eyes locked on Drake as he’s forced toward the ropes. The tension is thick as both men are finally ushered out of the ring.
Zac Brindle:
“This is absolute chaos! Cross and Knox got the win, but they wanted to leave these guys broken!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And let’s be honest, Brindle—this isn’t over. Not by a long shot!”
Inside the ring, Drake slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, his face filled with rage as he watches Knox being backed up the ramp. Meanwhile, Rush is clutching his ribs, staring daggers at Cross. Cross and Knox smirk at each other, nodding, clearly pleased with their work as they disappear behind the curtain.
The camera focuses on the furious faces of Drake and Rush, both seething with unfinished business, before fading to black…
Backstage
It Means Everything
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Elena Cruz is standing by, quickly approaching Masafumi Satake as he exits the office of General Manager James Von Drake. Satake, dressed in his usual fight gear, looks focused and determined. Elena steps in front of him, microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi, I have to ask—you just came out of James Von Drake’s office. Can you give us any insight on what was discussed?”
Satake takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair before locking eyes with Elena.
Masafumi Satake:
“Elena, I came here tonight with one purpose—to make my challenge for the PV Heavyweight Championship official. And I can now confirm… the contract is ready.”
The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering from inside the venue, reacting to the news.
Elena Cruz:
“That’s huge! So does that mean we’re going to see you sign the contract tonight?”
Masafumi Satake:
“Yes. But not in some backroom meeting. No hiding. No politics. I want to sign that contract in the ring, in front of all the fans who have supported me from day one. After tonight’s main event, I will be waiting in that ring to make this official—face to face with Adam Garcia.”
Elena nods, clearly feeling the weight of the moment.
Elena Cruz:
“Satake, you’ve been a champion before, but this is the first time you’re challenging for the PV Heavyweight Championship. What does this opportunity mean to you?”
Satake’s expression hardens with intensity as he looks straight into the camera.
Masafumi Satake:
“It means everything. Adam Garcia is a great champion, and I respect him—but when we finally meet in that ring, respect will not save him. I am coming for the top prize in Project Violence, and I will not stop until that championship is mine.”
With that, Satake gives Elena a nod and walks off down the hallway, leaving her watching him go with a look of excitement.
Elena Cruz:
“Well, there you have it—Masafumi Satake is ready, and tonight, in front of the world, the match will become official!”
The camera lingers for a moment before cutting back to ringside.
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Henry Steele
The lights in the Crimson Club Casino Arena dim slightly as the opening beats of Dash Diaz’s entrance music hit the speakers. The crowd erupts in cheers as “The Standard” steps out onto the stage, full of energy, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way down the ramp. Diaz looks pumped for his match, rolling his shoulders and preparing for the battle ahead.
Zac Brindle:
“And here comes Dash Diaz, ready to go one-on-one with the monstrous Henry Steele! But you have to wonder, Johnny, is Diaz truly prepared for the raw power of the ‘Steel Fortress’?”
Johnny Kaos:
“Dash Diaz has guts, no doubt about it, but Henry Steele is a whole different beast. And something tells me Steele ain’t in the mood for a fair fight.”
*As Diaz reaches ringside, he pauses to look around at the fired-up crowd. He climbs up the steel steps and onto the apron, pointing to the fans before stepping through the ropes. But before he can even settle in—CHAOS ENSUES!
Out of nowhere, Henry Steele bursts out from the crowd, a massive blur of destruction. The towering powerhouse slides into the ring behind Diaz like a wrecking ball, and before Diaz can even react—BOOM! Steele blindsides him with a brutal clubbing forearm to the back of the head!*
Zac Brindle:
“Wait a minute! Steele just came out of the crowd! This match hasn’t even started yet!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Dash Diaz just walked into a warzone, and Steele is the one setting the rules!”
*Diaz stumbles forward, but Steele doesn’t let up. The 6’6″ wrecking machine grabs Diaz and hoists him up like a ragdoll before slamming him spine-first into the turnbuckles with a vicious impact. Diaz crumbles to the mat, clutching his back in pain, but Steele isn’t finished.
The referees rush to the ring, trying to intervene, but Steele glares at them with an ice-cold stare, warning them to stay back. He then grabs Diaz by the wrist and yanks him up—only to hoist him into the air and PLANT him into the mat with a devastating Spinebuster!
The crowd erupts in boos as Diaz writhes on the mat, barely moving. The referee immediately calls for the match to be canceled as officials slide into the ring, checking on Diaz’s condition.*
Zac Brindle:
“This was supposed to be Dash Diaz’s moment to step up against Henry Steele, but Steele had other plans! This wasn’t a match—it was an ambush!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Diaz never even had a chance! Henry Steele just sent a message in the most brutal way possible!”
Steele stands over the fallen Diaz, looking down at his handiwork with zero emotion. He then raises both fists in the air, basking in the hatred from the Atlantic City crowd. The referees try to get him to leave, but Steele simply smirks, rolling out of the ring at his own pace.
As Steele marches up the ramp, the camera cuts to a final shot of Dash Diaz lying motionless in the ring, the referees still checking on him. The message is clear—Henry Steele is here to dominate.
The show cuts to commercial, leaving the fans in shock at the destruction they just witnessed.
Ringside
Making it Official
The camera pans around the electric Crimson Club Casino Arena, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. In the center of the ring, a long black table is set up, with two chairs on either side and a clipboard resting in the middle. Standing next to the table, microphone in hand, is General Manager James Von Drake. The PV logo is displayed prominently behind him on the tron as he raises the mic to speak.
James Von Drake:
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to make things official! At the next Project Violence PPV, we will witness a colossal showdown for the PV Heavyweight Championship! And right now, we are going to sign the contract to make it happen!”
The fans roar in approval, eager for what’s to come.
James Von Drake:
“Introducing first, the challenger—Masafumi Satake!“
The lights dim slightly as Satake’s music hits and the former IPWA International Heavyweight Champion makes his way onto the stage. The crowd erupts into cheers as the veteran warrior walks down the ramp with his usual intensity, his eyes locked on the ring. Dressed in a dark suit with the top button undone, Satake wastes no time stepping into the squared circle. He approaches the table and nods respectfully to Von Drake before taking his seat.
James Von Drake:
“And now, the man who will be defending the gold—the reigning, defending PV Heavyweight Champion… ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia!“
The cheers continue as Garcia’s music blasts through the arena! The Heavyweight Champion steps onto the stage, the prestigious PV Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. Garcia, wearing his signature shades, smirks as he soaks in the energy of the crowd before marching to the ring. He steps through the ropes and immediately locks eyes with Satake, the respect between them clear. Garcia then takes a seat across from his challenger, carefully setting the title belt down on the table in front of him.
Von Drake looks at both men and then gestures to the contract in the center of the table.
James Von Drake:
“Alright, gentlemen, I expect this to be a match fought with honor and respect. Masafumi, if you’re ready, the floor is yours.”
Satake picks up the microphone, looking at Garcia before addressing the crowd.
Masafumi Satake:
“Adam, I respect you. You are a true champion. You have fought against the best, and you have proven why you hold that title. But now, it is my time. I have held gold all around the world… yet this championship, this prize, has eluded me. No more.”
The fans cheer as Satake nods to Garcia.
Masafumi Satake:
“At the PPV, we fight with honor. But make no mistake—I will give everything I have to take that championship from you.“
With that, Satake grabs the pen and signs the contract, sliding it across the table toward Garcia. The fans clap in appreciation, ready for this blockbuster encounter. Garcia picks up the microphone, looking down at the contract before smirking slightly.
Adam Garcia:
“Satake, I appreciate the respect. And believe me, you deserve this match. You’ve been a mentor, a legend, a warrior… but there’s one thing you haven’t been.”
Garcia taps the championship belt on the table.
Adam Garcia:
“You haven’t been me. You haven’t been PV Heavyweight Champion. And as long as I hold this belt, you never will be.”
The crowd “OHHHH!” in response, but there’s no malice in Garcia’s voice—just confidence. He then grabs the pen, but before signing, he stops and looks up at Satake with a grin.
Adam Garcia:
“Actually… before I sign this, I want to make one little change.”
Satake and Von Drake both look intrigued as Garcia reaches for the contract. The champion takes the clipboard, crosses out the date of the match, and writes in something new. He then signs his name with a smirk before turning the contract around for everyone to see.
James Von Drake:
“What did you just change?!”
Garcia leans forward, staring directly into Satake’s eyes.
Adam Garcia:
“I moved the match up. I don’t want to wait until the PPV, Satake. I want to fight you NEXT WEEK ON UPRISING!“
The crowd explodes as Satake’s eyes widen for a moment before he smirks, clearly pleased by the challenge. Von Drake is caught off guard but nods, looking at the updated contract.
Zac Brindle:
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Adam Garcia is giving us this match NEXT WEEK?!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Garcia wants to prove he’s the best, and he’s doing it on Uprising! This is HUGE!”
Satake stands up from his chair, staring down Garcia as the champion grabs his PV Heavyweight Championship and slings it over his shoulder. The two warriors stand face to face, the tension thick in the air. The crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly as the biggest main event in Uprising history is now official!
The camera zooms in on the signed contract before fading to a final shot of Garcia and Satake staring each other down in the ring, the championship match now just one week away!
Zac Brindle:
“WE HAVE OUR MATCH! GARCIA VS. SATAKE—NEXT WEEK! WE’LL SEE YOU THEN!”
The show fades to black as the crowd roars in anticipation!
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