P:V Uprising 111
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
22nd February 2025
The show opens with a sweeping shot of the packed Crimson Club Casino Arena, where the rabid Project Violence faithful are already on their feet, chanting and roaring in anticipation of what promises to be a monumental night. The camera moves across the front row, showing fans holding up signs like “MAD BULL: 330 DAYS & COUNTING”, “SATACLAN 4 LIFE”, and “WHERE’S DASH DIAZ?” as the lights flash across the arena. The heavy guitar-driven PV Uprising theme blares through the speakers, signaling that another unforgettable night of action is about to begin!
The camera then cuts to ringside where the ever-excitable Zac Brindle and the brash but insightful Johnny Kaos are standing by at the commentary desk.
Zac Brindle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Project Violence: Uprising 111! We are live from the already legendary Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and tonight, history could be made!”
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s right, Brindle—THE BIG ONE IS FINALLY HERE! In tonight’s main event, the PV Heavyweight Championship is on the line as ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia defends against the man who helped shape his career—Masafumi Satake! Garcia has held onto that title for 329 days, and if he walks out still champion, he’s one step closer to breaking the record set by ‘The Dark Horse’ Curtis Knight at 343 days! But let’s be real—Satake ain’t here to be a footnote in history!“
Zac Brindle:
“Satake is a world-traveled warrior, a former IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, and one of the most respected men to ever step into a PV ring. He’s made it clear that this is his time, and tonight, he plans to take that championship!”
The camera switches to a quick highlight reel of Adam Garcia and Masafumi Satake’s recent interactions—Satake’s challenge, Garcia’s bold move to bring the match forward, and their intense stare-down at last week’s contract signing. The video ends with a dramatic close-up of the PV Heavyweight Championship, signifying what’s at stake.
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s not all we got tonight! Last week, Dash Diaz was taken out before his match even started by the walking fortress of destruction, Henry Steele. Diaz ended up in a hospital bed instead of the ring, and tonight, Steele is going to tell us exactly why he did it!”
A brief clip plays of Henry Steele’s brutal assault on Dash Diaz, ending with Diaz lying motionless on the floor as referees and medics swarmed him.
Zac Brindle:
“Steele sent a message last week, but now we want answers. And speaking of unfinished business, things are still far from over between Caleb Knox and Elijah Drake! These two can’t stand each other, and both blame the other for their failure to win the PV Heavyweight Championship at the last PPV. You know these guys—neither of them are gonna back down!”
We see a split-screen clip of Caleb Knox and Elijah Drake’s brawls over the last two weeks, security desperately trying to keep them apart.
Johnny Kaos:
“This thing’s about to boil over, Brindle. And you better believe blood is gonna spill before it’s all said and done.“
Zac Brindle:
“And let’s not forget—last week, Midas refused to defend his TV Championship, saying GM James Von Drake wasn’t giving him competition worthy of his time. Well, guess what? Tonight, he’s putting that title on the line whether he likes it or not! And his opponent? None other than ‘The Wayward Traveler’ Bernard Wolfe!“
The video cuts to Midas standing stoically alongside his cunning manager Katya Roux, refusing to sign a match contract last week, followed by a fired-up Bernard Wolfe preparing for tonight’s title opportunity.
Johnny Kaos:
“This is the first time Midas has been forced to defend the belt, and I wanna see if Wolfe can pull off the upset! Can the champ prove his dominance, or will Bernard shock the world?“
Zac Brindle:
“All that and so much more coming your way tonight! Buckle up, because Uprising 111 starts RIGHT NOW!“
The camera cuts to the stage as pyro explodes, and the sold-out crowd erupts, signaling the start of another chaotic night in Project Violence!
Backstage
Enough!
As PV Uprising 111 comes on the air, chaos has already erupted backstage!
The cameras cut to the loading dock area, where Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox are already throwing wild punches at each other! The two rivals crash into a stack of metal crates, sending them clattering to the ground as officials and backstage personnel scramble to intervene. Drake tackles Knox into a concrete wall and rains down stiff shots, but Knox shoves him off and fires back with a brutal forearm! The fight spills toward a production table, sending crew members scattering as the two men refuse to back down!
Suddenly, General Manager James Von Drake storms onto the scene, flanked by a swarm of security guards.
James Von Drake:
“ENOUGH! ENOUGH, DAMN IT!”
The guards rush in, struggling to separate the two as Knox tries to lunge at Drake again, while Drake shouts back in fury.
Elijah Drake:
“You wanna start this fight, Knox?! Let’s FINISH IT!”
Caleb Knox:
“You’re damn right we will!”
James Von Drake (furious):
“Oh, you two wanna tear each other apart so bad?! Fine! But if this doesn’t stop RIGHT NOW, I’ll have NO CHOICE but to call the damn cops and have both of you arrested! Is that what you want?!”
The threat seems to momentarily break through the red mist, as both men glare at each other, seething but breathing heavily. Von Drake shakes his head and gestures to his security team.
James Von Drake:
“Get ‘em the hell away from each other. Knox, you’re going to your locker room—Drake, you’re going to the opposite end of this arena! And if I hear so much as a door creak open between now and the end of this show, you’re BOTH gonna regret it!”
The security team forcefully drags Drake and Knox in opposite directions, but the two men never break their intense stare as they’re separated.
The camera zooms in on James Von Drake, who pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration before muttering under his breath:
“I swear to God, these two are gonna drive me to an early grave…”
With the tension still thick in the air, the camera fades to ringside as the show officially kicks off!
PV TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. Bernard Wolfe
Ringside
Not Over
The opening contest of PV Uprising 111 has just come to a close, with Midas successfully retaining his TV Championship in a gruelling battle against the veteran, Bernard Wolfe. The masked monster stands tall in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, his golden mask barely concealing the destruction he just unleashed. At ringside, his cunning and manipulative manager, Katya Roux, claps her hands together with a sly smirk—but she’s not satisfied with just a victory.
Roux slithers into the ring, stepping toward Midas with a wicked gleam in her eye. She gestures toward the fallen Bernard Wolfe, who is barely pulling himself up in the corner, using the ropes for support.
Katya Roux (shouting):
“No! This is NOT enough! You FINISH him! Make sure he NEVER challenges you again!”
The crowd boos loudly as Midas slowly turns toward Wolfe, tilting his head slightly as if processing the order. Then, like a predator locking onto its prey, Midas marches forward and grabs Wolfe by the throat, yanking him to his feet!
But Wolfe isn’t done yet!
With a sudden surge of energy, Bernard Wolfe explodes forward, ripping Midas’ grip away and rocking him with a stiff European uppercut! The crowd erupts as Wolfe follows up with a flurry of strikes, forcing Midas to stumble back! Katya Roux screeches from the side, urging her monster to retaliate, but Wolfe sends Midas flying over the top rope with a huge clothesline! Midas crashes to the floor outside, momentarily stunned!
The arena is buzzing as Wolfe, breathing heavily, turns his attention to the championship belt lying in the ring. He slowly bends down, picking up the PV Television Championship, and stares at it for a long moment. The crowd watches in anticipation—what is Wolfe thinking?
He grips the belt tightly, running his fingers over the gold plate. The camera catches the intensity in his eyes as he lifts it slightly, almost as if imagining himself holding it permanently. Then, with a slow smirk, Wolfe walks to the ropes, leans over, and tosses the championship out of the ring—right at Midas’ feet! The belt lands with a loud thud, and Midas’ head slowly tilts up, locking eyes with Wolfe as the tension in the air thickens.
Bernard Wolfe wipes his mouth, smirks, and mouths the words “This isn’t over.” The crowd cheers wildly as Midas clenches his fists, his body tense with rage, while Katya Roux angrily pulls at her hair in frustration.
As Wolfe raises a fist to the crowd, Midas and Roux retreat up the ramp, but the masked monster never breaks his stare. The war between these two is far from over!
The camera lingers on Wolfe standing tall in the ring as the show heads to a commercial break.
Backstage
Cowards
Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the PV Tag Team Champions, Darren & Simon Starr, are in their private locker room, preparing for their upcoming non-title match against Rebel Society. Dressed in their signature matching gold-and-blue gear, the cocky brothers are going through their usual warm-up routine—Darren shadowboxing while Simon adjusts his wrist tape, both grinning like they own the place.
Darren Starr (smirking):
“Man, this is gonna be light work. Strickland and Marshall? Please. These guys couldn’t lace our boots.”
Simon Starr (laughing):
“Yeah, just another match to remind everyone why we’re the best damn tag team in PV.”
Before they can continue their self-congratulatory session, the locker room door swings open, and in walk Stevie Rigg & Edwin Ellis—Anarchy Alliance! The crowd watching on the arena screens cheers as the #1 contenders for the PV Tag Team Championships enter with their usual no-nonsense attitude. Stevie Rigg cracks his neck, while Edwin Ellis folds his arms, glaring at the brothers.
Stevie Rigg:
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the so-called ‘best tag team in PV.’”
Edwin Ellis:
*”Yeah, the *fighting champions… who somehow aren’t defending those belts tonight.”
Darren and Simon exchange uneasy glances before quickly regaining their arrogant composure.
Darren Starr:
“Oh, come on, guys. You think we’re gonna put our precious titles on the line against Rebel Society of all people? C’mon, we’ve got standards.”
Simon Starr (mocking):
*”Besides, we’re just out here getting some reps in. Staying sharp. Unlike some guys who spend more time *rehabbing injuries* than actually wrestling, huh Edwin?”*
Ellis tenses at the cheap shot about his recent return from injury, but Rigg places a hand on his shoulder, keeping him from lunging at the Starrs.
Stevie Rigg (grinning):
*”That’s funny, man. Real funny. You know what’s *not* funny, though? When we take those titles off you. ‘Cause, uh… deep down, you two know you don’t belong in the ring with us.”*
Edwin Ellis (smirking):
*”Yeah, you can only run your mouths for so long before reality hits you in the face… *real hard.“
Darren scoffs, feigning confidence, while Simon swallows hard before forcing a grin.
Simon Starr:
“Look, we’d love to sit around and trade insults with you two losers, but we’ve got a match to win. Excuse us.”
Before Anarchy Alliance can respond, the Starr Brothers quickly grab their titles and exit the locker room in a hurry, clearly rattled but too proud to admit it. As the camera lingers, Rigg and Ellis shake their heads, amused by the brothers’ retreat.
Stevie Rigg (to Ellis):
*”They’re *so* screwed.”*
Edwin Ellis:
“They know it too.”
The segment ends as Anarchy Alliance watch the Starr Brothers disappear down the hall, the tension for their inevitable showdown building!
Non Title Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. The Starr Brothers
Backstage
History Maker?
Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the PV Heavyweight Champion, “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia, stands beside Elena Cruz for an exclusive interview. Garcia, dressed in his fight gear with the PV Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder, looks as intense as ever. The gold glistens under the bright lights as the crowd watching on the arena screens erupts in cheers.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—the reigning and defending PV Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia!”
The crowd pops loudly as Garcia adjusts the title on his shoulder and nods toward the camera.
Elena Cruz:
“Adam, tonight you put that championship on the line in what might be your biggest challenge yet—going one-on-one with your mentor, Masafumi Satake. Not only that, but if you successfully defend your title, you’re on track to surpass Curtis Knight’s legendary reign as the longest-reigning PV Heavyweight Champion. How are you feeling heading into tonight’s main event?”
Garcia lets out a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he thinks for a moment before responding.
Adam Garcia:
“Elena, I’ve been in some of the toughest fights of my career to keep this title. I’ve gone to war with some of the best this company has to offer. But tonight? Tonight is different.”
He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, looking directly into the camera.
Adam Garcia:
*”Masafumi Satake isn’t just some challenger. He’s my mentor. A man who helped shape me into the fighter I am today. I *respect* him more than I can put into words… but that doesn’t change the fact that when that bell rings, it’s not teacher versus student. It’s champion versus challenger.“*
Elena nods, sensing the weight of the moment.
Elena Cruz:
“And what about the possibility of breaking Curtis Knight’s record? Does that add any extra pressure?”
Garcia smirks, shaking his head.
Adam Garcia:
*”Pressure? Nah, I thrive under pressure. Curtis Knight was one of the best champions this company has ever seen, no doubt about it. But records? They’re meant to be broken. If I have to go through Satake to get there, then so be it. He’s standing in the way of my reign continuing, and I won’t let *anyone* take this from me—not even him.”*
The champion’s expression hardens as he looks directly into the camera, his voice firm and unwavering.
Adam Garcia:
“Masafumi, if you’re listening—I know you’re coming for this title with everything you’ve got. But I’m telling you now… I will do whatever it takes to keep this championship around my waist. You taught me how to fight, and tonight? You’re gonna find out just how well I learned.“
The crowd watching in the arena roars in approval, feeling the intensity of Garcia’s words. Elena nods, wrapping up the interview.
Elena Cruz:
“Strong words from the champion. Adam, best of luck in tonight’s main event.”
Garcia simply nods before walking off, leaving Elena to turn back to the camera.
Elena Cruz:
“The stakes couldn’t be higher—mentor versus student, championship gold on the line, and history within reach! Who will walk out as PV Heavyweight Champion? We’ll find out tonight!”
The segment fades as the anticipation for the massive main event continues to build!
Single Match
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Rex Stone
Ringside
Just Pain
The bell rings as Rex Stone stands tall, victorious over Cherry Bordeaux in a hard-fought match. The crowd shows their appreciation, cheering loudly for both competitors. Stone helps Bordeaux to her feet, and after a moment of hesitation, the two shake hands before sharing a respectful hug in the center of the ring.
The fans applaud the display of sportsmanship, but their cheers suddenly turn into boos as a massive figure storms down the ramp—it’s “The Steel Fortress” Henry Steele!
Steele slides into the ring with a cold, menacing glare, and before Stone or Bordeaux can react, he blindsides Stone with a brutal lariat! The impact sends Stone crashing to the mat as Bordeaux turns to confront Steele—but she barely gets a step forward before Steele levels her with a clubbing forearm! The crowd erupts in boos as Steele towers over his fallen victims.
*The monstrous powerhouse doesn’t stop there—he **grabs Stone by the throat and hoists him up, drilling him into the mat with a devastating *chokeslam*! Bordeaux tries to get to her feet, but Steele *snatches her up and tosses her over the top rope like a ragdoll* to the outside!*
With both Bordeaux and Stone down and out, Steele grabs a microphone, his breathing heavy as he glares at the hostile crowd.
Henry Steele:
“ENOUGH of this!”
The audience continues to boo, but Steele’s voice cuts through the noise like a knife. He paces the ring, staring down at the battered bodies of Stone and Bordeaux.
Henry Steele:
“Every single week, I watch people like Dash Diaz, Cherry Bordeaux, Rex Stone come out here, shake hands, and play nice. Running around like this is some kind of game! Like this business is about ‘respect’ and ‘honor.’”
He shakes his head in disgust.
Henry Steele:
“Let me make something very, very clear… I didn’t come here to play games. I didn’t come here to make friends. I came here to fight. I came here to make money.“
The crowd drowns him in boos, but Steele just smirks.
Henry Steele:
“If you step into my ring, you better be ready to go to war. No hugs. No handshakes. Just pain.“
He glares down at Stone one last time before tossing the microphone onto the mat with a loud thud. As his music hits, Steele raises his fists in the air, looking like an unstoppable force.
Medical staff rush down to check on Stone and Bordeaux as Steele exits the ring, a satisfied smirk on his face. The fans continue to jeer, but Steele couldn’t care less—he’s made his message crystal clear.
The war against ‘honor’ in PV has just begun.
Backstage
The Time is Now
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand. Next to her is the legendary Masafumi Satake, dressed in his ring gear, his expression calm but intense. The crowd inside the arena erupts into cheers at the sight of the former IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, knowing that his biggest opportunity in Project Violence is just moments away.
Elena Cruz:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—Masafumi Satake!“
Another pop from the crowd echoes through the hallways of the arena, but Satake remains composed, his hands resting on his hips as he nods slightly in response.
Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi, in just a short while, you step into the ring for what may be the biggest match of your career—a chance to become the PV Heavyweight Champion for the first time. But to do so, you have to defeat your former protégé, ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia. What’s going through your mind right now?”
Satake takes a deep breath, his eyes briefly lowering before locking onto Cruz with pure focus.
Masafumi Satake:
“Elena, I have fought all over the world. I have held championships in Japan, in Mexico, in Europe… but here, in Project Violence, I have never been the top champion. Tonight, I have a chance to change that. And to do so, I have to go through Adam Garcia.”
He pauses for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly before continuing.
Masafumi Satake:
“Adam is one of the best I have ever stepped into the ring with. I trained with him, fought alongside him, watched him grow into the champion that he is today. And I respect him for everything he has accomplished… but that won’t stop me from taking what I came for.“
The crowd lets out a huge pop as Satake’s intensity grows, his voice carrying more weight.
Elena Cruz:
“Satake, Adam Garcia has been champion for 329 days—if he wins tonight, he will be on the verge of breaking Curtis Knight’s all-time record of 343. Does that put any extra pressure on you?”
Masafumi Satake:
“I know what’s at stake for Adam. I know how much this championship means to him. But I also know what this moment means to me. I have faced some of the greatest wrestlers on the planet, I have fought through wars, and I have survived more battles than most. But tonight… tonight, I fight for something that has eluded me for too long. And I promise you—I will give Adam Garcia the hardest fight of his life.“
The fire in Satake’s eyes is unmistakable. He clenches his fists, his intensity radiating off him as Cruz nods.
Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi, any final message for the Heavyweight Champion before you step into the ring?”
Satake turns to the camera, his expression unwavering, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
Masafumi Satake:
“Adam… you call yourself The Mad Bull. Well, tonight, you are stepping into the ring with a man who has been through hell and come back stronger. Tonight, I take everything I have learned, everything I have fought for, and I leave it all in that ring. And when the dust settles… I will be standing as the new PV Heavyweight Champion.“
The crowd explodes at his words, the energy inside the arena reaching a fever pitch. Satake gives a respectful nod before walking off-camera, leaving Cruz standing with a look of admiration.
Elena Cruz:
“There you have it, folks—Masafumi Satake is ready. Can he dethrone Adam Garcia and claim the PV Heavyweight Championship for the first time? We’ll find out in tonight’s massive main event!”
The camera fades to black as the anticipation for the main event reaches its peak.
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Teddy Rush
Backstage
Ask Nicely
The camera cuts to the office of General Manager James Von Drake, who is sitting behind his desk, looking over some paperwork. Standing in front of him is the rough and rugged Dutch Ramirez, the outlaw biker clad in his signature leather vest, arms crossed as he speaks calmly to the GM.
Dutch Ramirez:
“Look, Von Drake, I ain’t one to complain, but I want a fight next week. Doesn’t matter who—just give me someone who can actually stand toe-to-toe with me.”
Before Von Drake can answer, the door slams open and in storms “The Celestial Crusader” Gabriel Cross! His long, flowing coat sways as he barges in, radiating frustration. Dutch raises an eyebrow but remains silent, watching the scene unfold.
Gabriel Cross:
“Von Drake! What kind of disrespect is this? A show without Gabriel Cross? No match for me tonight?! I am one of the greatest wrestlers in Project Violence history, and you leave me off the card?!”
Von Drake sighs, rubbing his temples, clearly annoyed by Cross’s usual arrogance.
James Von Drake:
“Cross, I was wondering when you’d come storming in. But hey, since you’re both here, let me introduce you—Dutch Ramirez, meet Gabriel Cross. Gabriel Cross, meet Dutch Ramirez.”
Dutch sizes up Cross with a smirk, while Cross sneers, unimpressed.
Gabriel Cross:
“Charmed, I’m sure.”
James Von Drake:
“And since you both want matches next week, I got the perfect solution—you two face each other next week on Uprising 112!”
Dutch grins and cracks his knuckles, clearly pleased with the announcement.
Dutch Ramirez:
“Fine by me. Let’s see if this so-called ‘Crusader’ can handle an all-out war.”
Cross, on the other hand, scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Gabriel Cross:
*”Really? *Him?* This is what you have for me? Some second-rate biker who probably got lost on his way to a dive bar?”*
Dutch steps closer, his grin widening, but his eyes full of menace.
Dutch Ramirez:
“Careful, preacher boy. You might just get a crash course in pain next week.”
Cross glares but doesn’t respond, turning his attention back to Von Drake.
Gabriel Cross:
*”Fine. I’ll take the match. But when I embarrass this *wannabe outlaw, you better start putting me in the big matches where I belong.”
Von Drake smirks, clearly amused by the dynamic between the two.
James Von Drake:
“We’ll see what happens next week. Now, if you two are done, get out of my office.”
Dutch chuckles and nods at Von Drake before walking out, but not before shoulder-checking Cross on the way. Cross glares after him, clearly unhappy with the situation as the scene fades to black.
Backstage
A Last Look?
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where PV Heavyweight Champion “The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia and his challenger, Masafumi Satake, stand side by side, waiting for their entrances. The air is thick with anticipation, as both men mentally prepare for the battle ahead.
Satake, his demeanor as calm and composed as ever, glances at Garcia. The champion, holding the PV Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, breathes deeply, rolling his shoulders to stay loose. After a brief moment, Satake extends his hand.
Masafumi Satake:
“No matter what happens out there tonight, I respect you.”
Garcia looks down at Satake’s outstretched hand, then smirks slightly before shaking it firmly.
Adam Garcia:
“Same here, Satake. But respect ain’t gonna stop me from doing whatever it takes to keep this title.”
Satake nods in understanding, a small grin forming on his usually stoic face.
Masafumi Satake:
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
The handshake lingers for a second before both men release, now fully focused. Suddenly, Satake’s entrance music hits, signaling that it’s time. Satake takes one last deep breath, then turns and disappears through the curtain as the crowd erupts in cheers.
Left alone for a brief moment, Garcia shifts his gaze down to his PV Heavyweight Championship. He runs his fingers across the plate, knowing full well what’s at stake—not just his title, but his chance to make history.
Adam Garcia (to himself):
“329 down… one step closer to the record.”
He takes a final breath, adjusts the championship on his shoulder, and then turns his eyes toward the entrance as the scene cuts back to the ring, where the biggest main event in PV Uprising history is about to begin!
PV Heavyweight Championship Match
Adam Garcia (c) vs. Masafumi Satake
Ringside
Deadly Habits
The Crimson Club Casino Arena is deafening with boos as the main event between Adam Garcia and Masafumi Satake has just ended in an unsatisfying count-out draw. Both men sit battered and exhausted in opposite corners of the ring, their bodies showing the toll of the brutal battle they just endured.
The chaos caused by Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox—who stormed the ring mid-match to continue their war, fighting anyone who got in their way—has left the fans furious. Security was eventually able to chase them off, but the damage was already done. The PV Heavyweight Championship match had no decisive winner.
Garcia, breathing heavily, forces himself to sit up and calls for a microphone. The fans quiet down just enough to hear him as he slowly rises to his feet, gripping the ropes for support.
Adam Garcia:
“Nah. Nah, man. Not like this. This ain’t how it’s supposed to go down.”
He wipes the sweat from his brow, then points across the ring at Satake, who looks equally frustrated but still listening intently.
Adam Garcia:
“Satake, you and me? We were settling this tonight. We were gonna go to war and find out who the better man is. But instead, we got all these outside clowns gettin’ in our way.”
The fans start chanting “RE-MATCH! RE-MATCH!” Garcia smirks, nodding along before stepping forward, locking eyes with Satake.
Adam Garcia:
“I got too much respect for you to let it end like this. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. Deadly Habits. March 29th. We run it back.”
The crowd erupts at the announcement, but Garcia isn’t done yet. He holds up a single finger, emphasizing the most important part.
Adam Garcia:
“And this time? No count-outs. No disqualifications. No outside interference. Just you and me, fighting ‘til one of us can’t get back up.“
The fans explode in cheers! Satake, still seated in the corner, absorbs Garcia’s words before nodding. He slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, staring Garcia dead in the eyes.
Garcia and Satake step toward each other, standing face to face in the middle of the ring. The tension is electric. The PV Heavyweight Championship is about to be decided in the most brutal way possible.
The crowd is on their feet, chanting “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!”, as Garcia raises the title high into the air, signaling that this war is far from over.
With the Deadly Habits PPV now set for an all-out war, the screen fades to black as the PV Uprising logo flashes on the screen, and the show goes off the air!
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