P:V Uprising 112
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
1st March 2025
The camera sweeps through the rowdy Atlantic City crowd, packed to the rafters inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena as another explosive edition of PV Uprising gets underway! Fans are on their feet, holding up signs, chanting, and buzzing with anticipation for a stacked night of action!
Zac Brindle: “Welcome, everyone, to another action-packed edition of P! V! UPRISING! We are live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, and folks, after what went down last week, we are in for a hell of a show!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! After Adam Garcia and Masafumi Satake’s match ended in absolute chaos, we now know they’ll go to war at Deadly Habits in a No DQ, No Count-Out match for the PV Heavyweight Championship! But tonight, Satake has to focus, because in our main event, he goes one-on-one with the always-dangerous Elijah Drake!”
Zac Brindle: *“That’s not all! For weeks, the mysterious, masked, and merciless Midas has dodged competition, but tonight he must defend his TV Championship against *James Mendoza! Will Mendoza finally be the one to stop the reign of PV’s mute assassin?”
Johnny Kaos: “And we’ve got a straight-up tag team banger as the Masters of the Mat take on the always-unpredictable Rebel Society! Both teams are looking to climb the rankings, and a win tonight could be a game-changer!”
Zac Brindle: “Plus, two men with very different attitudes collide when the arrogant and self-proclaimed ‘Holy Avenger’ Gabriel Cross goes up against the wild, unpredictable biker Dutch Ramirez! Cross demanded a match last week, and GM James Von Drake gave him one—but is he ready for the chaos Dutch brings to the ring?”
Johnny Kaos: “Speaking of chaos, Zac, we’ve got a Handicap Match that might just steal the show! After being ambushed last week, Rex Stone and Cherry Bordeaux are out for revenge against the powerhouse Henry Steele! But let’s be real—Steele ain’t scared of a two-on-one fight!”
Zac Brindle: “And with Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox still at each other’s throats, and the PV Tag Team Division heating up, we’ve got a whole lot more coming your way! Buckle up, folks—PV Uprising 112 starts NOW!”
The camera zooms into the entrance stage as pyro explodes, signaling the start of another chaotic, action-packed episode of PV Uprising!
TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. James Mendoza
Ringside
The Traveller
Midas has just defeated James Mendoza in another dominant display, securing yet another successful TV Championship defense. The masked assassin stands in the center of the ring, breathing heavily behind his featureless mask, the championship slung over his shoulder. At ringside, his devious manager Katya Roux claps her hands together, a sinister smirk curling across her face.
Johnny Kaos: “Another win for Midas, and let’s be honest, Zac—was there ever any doubt?”
Zac Brindle: “Mendoza gave it everything he had, but Midas is just a machine, Johnny! Wait a minute—why is Roux getting in the ring? This can’t be good!”
Katya Roux slides into the ring, high heels clicking against the mat as she raises a microphone. She gestures toward Mendoza, who is still writhing in pain on the mat after his hard-fought effort.
Katya Roux: “No, no, no! We are NOT done yet!”
The fans boo loudly as Roux turns toward Midas, snapping her fingers and pointing at the fallen Mendoza.
Katya Roux: “You know what to do, Midas. Make sure he remembers NEVER to step in the ring with you again!”
Midas tilts his head, then without hesitation, grabs Mendoza by the throat and yanks him to his feet! The crowd erupts in boos, but just as Midas prepares to deliver another devastating blow—
🎵 “WOLVES AT THE DOOR!” 🎵
The crowd EXPLODES as BERNARD WOLFE SPRINTS DOWN THE RAMP, STEEL CHAIR IN HAND!
Zac Brindle: “Here comes Wolfe! Bernard Wolfe is here, and he’s got a steel chair!”
Johnny Kaos: “Midas, turn around! This is bad news!”
Wolfe slides into the ring, swinging the chair wildly! Midas drops Mendoza and quickly backs away, narrowly avoiding a shot to the ribs! Katya Roux shrieks in frustration, pulling on Midas’ arm to stop him from retaliating. The masked monster glares at Wolfe, fists clenched, but Roux tugs at him, whispering something in his ear. Finally, she orders him to leave the ring, and Midas slowly backs out, his cold, empty gaze never leaving Wolfe.
The fans cheer wildly as Wolfe kneels down beside Mendoza, checking on him before standing tall, steel chair in hand, and pointing it straight at Midas.
Zac Brindle: “Bernard Wolfe just sent a message to Midas loud and clear! He’s not backing down, and it looks like he’s gunning for that TV Championship!”
Johnny Kaos: “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Zac! Midas is an absolute monster, and with Katya Roux calling the shots, Wolfe might have just painted a target on his own back!”
Midas and Roux retreat up the ramp, the TV Championship glimmering under the lights as Midas holds it up. Bernard Wolfe, standing tall in the ring, raises the steel chair in response, letting everyone know—this war is far from over!
Backstage
Iron Heart
The camera cuts to a backstage interview set where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand, looking composed yet cautious. Standing beside her, arms crossed over his chest, is the cold and unflinching “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox. Dressed in his usual dark hoodie, the hood pulled back to reveal his sharp, unshaken gaze, Knox looks like a man ready for war.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time—Caleb Knox. Caleb, earlier tonight, PV General Manager James Von Drake made it clear that you and Elijah Drake are to stay away from each other. Will you comply with that order?”
Knox scoffs, shaking his head with a look of pure disdain.
Caleb Knox: “JVD can make all the orders he wants. But let’s be honest, Elena—since when have I ever been one to follow the rules?”
The crowd in the arena reacts loudly, a mix of cheers and jeers, as Knox leans in slightly, his voice low but filled with intensity.
Caleb Knox: “The only way I’m going to stop beating the hell out of Elijah Drake is when I drive him out of Project Violence for good.”
Elena looks slightly taken aback but presses on.
Elena Cruz: “Caleb, a lot of people are wondering—why? Why this obsession with Elijah Drake? What is it about him that’s made you so fixated on taking him out?”
Knox glares at Cruz for a moment before exhaling sharply, running a hand through his hair before responding.
Caleb Knox: “What’s my problem with Elijah Drake? It’s simple. He’s a weak excuse of a legend. He walks around like he’s some untouchable icon, but the truth is, he doesn’t have what it takes anymore. He’s not willing to do what needs to be done. And because of that, he doesn’t deserve to be in the spotlight. He doesn’t deserve the respect people still give him.”
Knox leans in even closer to the camera, his piercing gaze locking onto the lens.
Caleb Knox: “Elijah, I know you’re listening. And I want you to hear me loud and clear—you don’t belong here anymore. You can try to fight me, you can try to stop me, but I’ll keep coming. Again and again. And by the time I’m done, you won’t just be beaten… you’ll be broken.”
Knox steps back, cracking his knuckles before turning and walking off, leaving Elena standing there, shaking her head at the sheer hatred in his words. The camera lingers on Cruz’s uneasy expression before fading to black.
Zac Brindle (from commentary): “Caleb Knox is obsessed with taking Elijah Drake out, and I think that’s what makes him so damn dangerous!”
Johnny Kaos: “Elijah Drake better have eyes in the back of his head, because Caleb Knox is NOT going to let this go!”
Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs. Rebel Society
Backstage
Ready to Take the Belts Back
The camera cuts to the interview area where Elena Cruz stands with a bright smile, microphone in hand. To her left stand the #1 contenders for the PV Tag Team Championships, the always fired-up duo of Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis, better known as Anarchy Alliance. The crowd cheers loudly from inside the arena at the sight of the fan-favorite tag team, as both men look pumped up and ready for war.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now are the men who will challenge for the PV Tag Team Championships at the Deadly Habits PPV—Anarchy Alliance! Stevie, Edwin, you two have earned your shot at the Starr Brothers, but I have to ask—do you feel confident heading into this match?”
Ellis chuckles, shaking his head before leaning toward the mic.
Edwin Ellis: “Elena, let me put it to you like this—do the Starr Brothers feel confident heading into this match? Because if they don’t, they damn well should be worried.”
Rigg smirks, adjusting the tape around his wrists before stepping in.
Stevie Rigg: “Darren and Simon love to talk a big game, don’t they? They run around here acting like they’re untouchable, like they’re the greatest tag team this company has ever seen. But here’s the thing, Elena—they’ve never been in the ring with a team like us.”
Ellis nods in agreement, firing up as he speaks.
Edwin Ellis: “The difference between us and them is real simple—while they’re out here worrying about their social media likes, their fancy jackets, and how many times they can avoid putting those belts on the line, we’re in the gym, in the ring, busting our asses. Because we don’t just want those titles—we need them. The PV Tag Team Championships belong around the waists of real fighters, not a couple of primadonna posers who spent more time on their hair than their wrestling skills.”
The crowd in the arena cheers wildly, loving the fire from Anarchy Alliance. Rigg smirks, nodding along.
Stevie Rigg: “Exactly. We’ve been through the wars, we’ve taken the beatings, and we’ve kept coming back. We fought through hell to earn this shot, and come Deadly Habits, we’re walking in as challengers… and walking out as champions.”
Ellis slaps Rigg on the chest with a grin before turning back to Elena.
Edwin Ellis: “And Starr Brothers, if you’re watching this—and I know you are—take a good, long look at the guys coming for you. Because once that bell rings at Deadly Habits, there’s nowhere left to run. No excuses, no distractions—just you, us, and those belts.”
Rigg steps back in for one last message, pointing straight into the camera.
Stevie Rigg: “We’re not here to play games. We’re not here to entertain your fragile little egos. We’re here to take those belts. And trust me when I say, when Anarchy Alliance gets our hands on you, you won’t just lose your titles… you’ll lose your damn pride.”
The crowd inside the arena erupts with cheers, sensing the intensity from the challengers. Elena nods, clearly feeling the energy herself.
Elena Cruz: “Well, there you have it! Anarchy Alliance is more than ready for their shot at the Starr Brothers and the PV Tag Team Championships at Deadly Habits!”
Rigg and Ellis exchange a fist bump before walking off, leaving Elena standing there as the camera lingers on their determined expressions before fading out.
Zac Brindle (from commentary): “The Starr Brothers might have their toughest challenge yet! Anarchy Alliance isn’t playing around!”
Johnny Kaos: “Cocky or not, Darren and Simon better step their game up, because if they don’t, they’re going home without those belts!”
Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs. Dutch Ramirez
Backstage
Rematch?
The camera cuts to the office of PV General Manager James Von Drake, who sits at his desk, reviewing paperwork. The door swings open, and in walks Bernard Wolfe, looking focused and determined. The fans inside the arena cheer loudly at the sight of the man who has been standing up to the monstrous Midas in recent weeks.
James Von Drake: (without looking up) “Let me guess. You want another shot at Midas?”
Wolfe steps up to the desk, placing his hands firmly on it.
Bernard Wolfe: “Damn right I do. I had him rattled last week. He tried to take me out after the match, but I wasn’t having it. I know I can beat him, JVD. Give me another shot at the TV Championship.”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin as he considers it.
James Von Drake: “Listen, I’d love nothing more than to shut up Midas and his little handler Katya Roux. The guy’s been walking around like he’s untouchable, dodging real competition, bullying people left and right. And you? You’ve been the only one who’s had the guts to stand up to him.”
The fans in the arena cheer in support of Wolfe as JVD pauses for a moment.
James Von Drake: “But here’s the deal—I can’t just hand you a title match. You need to earn it.”
Wolfe clenches his jaw, nodding slightly, waiting for Von Drake to continue.
James Von Drake: “Tonight, you’re facing Brandon Snyder one-on-one. You win? Then we’ll talk about that rematch with Midas. But if you lose… well, I’ve got a locker room full of guys who’d love a shot just as much as you.”
Wolfe exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders back, before looking Von Drake dead in the eye.
Bernard Wolfe: “Fine. I’ll handle Snyder. Then, I’m coming for Midas. And this time, I’m not just standing up to him—I’m taking that TV Championship.”
Wolfe turns and walks out of the office without another word, leaving Von Drake watching him go with a smirk.
James Von Drake (to himself): “Well, let’s see if you can back that up, Wolfe.”
The camera fades out as the crowd inside the arena cheers in anticipation for the upcoming match.
Handicap Match
Henry Steele vs. Rex Stone & Cherry Bordeaux
Ringside
Numbers Game
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match, but the damage has already been done. Henry Steele stands tall in the center of the ring, towering over the fallen Rex Stone & Cherry Bordeaux after brutally dismantling them both in dominant fashion. The fans inside the arena boo loudly, showering Steele with hatred as he glares down at his beaten opponents, his expression cold and emotionless.
Zac Brindle: “Henry Steele just steamrolled through Rex Stone and Cherry Bordeaux like they were nothing! This guy is an absolute wrecking machine!”
Johnny Kaos: “You say wrecking machine, I say straight-up bully. He knew these two weren’t at his level, and he enjoyed every second of the punishment!”
Steele paces around the ring, cracking his knuckles as he watches Stone and Bordeaux struggle to even move. The crowd gets even louder with boos as Steele suddenly moves toward Bordeaux, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her up to her knees! Bordeaux looks dazed, completely defenseless as Steele looks ready to deliver another devastating blow!
Zac Brindle: “Oh, come on! The match is over, Steele! What the hell is the point of this?”
Johnny Kaos: “Somebody needs to stop this guy before he seriously hurts someone!”
*Steele smirks, raising his massive arm, ready to deliver a brutal strike—but before he can—
THE CROWD ERUPTS!
*The fans go absolutely insane as DASH DIAZ’S MUSIC HITS! Steele’s head snaps toward the entrance ramp, his smirk fading into a scowl. Seconds later, DASH DIAZ SPRINTS DOWN TO THE RING! The man that Steele hospitalized a few weeks ago is back, and he is PISSED!
Zac Brindle: “HE’S BACK! DASH DIAZ IS BACK!”
Johnny Kaos: “And he’s got his sights set on Henry Steele!”
*Steele immediately shoves Bordeaux aside and turns his attention to Diaz, but before he can react—
DASH DIAZ SLIDES INTO THE RING AND STARTS THROWING WILD FISTS AT STEELE!
*The crowd is electric as Diaz unleashes a furious assault, hammering Steele with punches, backing the big man into the ropes! Steele tries to fight back, throwing a massive forearm—but Diaz ducks and blasts Steele with a spinning kick to the gut! Steele stumbles, and the fans EXPLODE as Diaz charges full speed and CLOTHESLINES STEELE OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Zac Brindle: “DASH DIAZ JUST SENT HENRY STEELE PACKING!”
*Steele lands on his feet at ringside, shaking his head in disbelief as he glares up at Diaz in the ring. The crowd is still going crazy as Diaz stands tall, fists clenched, motioning for Steele to get back in the ring! But for the first time, Steele actually looks hesitant. He paces at ringside, visibly frustrated, before finally turning away and storming up the ramp, seething with anger.
Johnny Kaos: “Dash Diaz just changed the game! Henry Steele thought he could do whatever he wanted, but Diaz just put him on notice!”
*Inside the ring, Diaz stands his ground, watching Steele retreat with fire in his eyes. He then turns and helps Bordeaux and Stone to their feet, making sure they’re okay, further cementing himself as the fan-favorite.
The crowd continues to chant Diaz’s name as he stands tall, pointing at Steele and shouting that he’s not finished with him yet. Steele, still walking up the ramp, glances back, and the look on his face says it all—this war is far from over!
Backstage
Calm, but Determined
The camera cuts to the backstage interview set, where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her, standing tall and composed, is the legendary Masafumi Satake. Dressed in his traditional black and red fight gear, Satake keeps a calm but determined expression as the crowd cheers loudly from inside the arena at the sight of him on the big screen.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the man who will challenge for the PV Heavyweight Championship at Deadly Habits—Masafumi Satake!”
The crowd pops again at the mention of the title match, but Satake simply nods, keeping his focus.
Elena Cruz: “Satake, last week, you and Adam Garcia went to war for the PV Heavyweight Championship, but the match ended in a controversial draw after Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox stormed the ring and caused chaos. Now, at the Deadly Habits pay-per-view, you get your rematch—this time with no count-outs, no disqualifications, and no outside interference. What are your thoughts going into that match?”
Satake takes a moment, folding his arms before responding in his usual measured, yet intense tone.
Masafumi Satake: “Last week, Adam Garcia and I fought like warriors. We fought like men who have earned respect—not just from each other, but from every person who has followed our journeys. But instead of a true winner, the match ended in chaos—because of two men who only care about themselves.”
Satake shakes his head, clearly frustrated by what happened.
Masafumi Satake: “I do not blame Adam Garcia for what happened. I do not blame myself. I blame Elijah Drake and Caleb Knox for taking away what should have been a battle of honor. But at Deadly Habits, there will be no excuses. No one to interfere. Just Adam Garcia and I—one last time.”
The intensity in Satake’s voice builds as he continues.
Masafumi Satake: “I respect Garcia. He is a champion. A fighter. A man who has taken the PV Heavyweight Championship to great heights. But respect will not stop me from taking that championship from him. That belt has never been mine before… but at Deadly Habits, it will be.”
The crowd inside the arena cheers loudly at Satake’s statement, fully behind his quest to become PV Heavyweight Champion.
Elena Cruz: “Before we get to Deadly Habits, though, you have a tough challenge tonight in the main event—Elijah Drake. With everything that happened last week, how do you plan to approach this match?”
Satake lets out a small breath, his expression tightening.
Masafumi Satake: “Elijah Drake is a dangerous man. But he is also a desperate man. He does not know what he fights for anymore. He used to stand for something, but now all he does is blame others for his own failures. Tonight, I will remind him who I am.”
Satake turns slightly, facing the camera head-on.
Masafumi Satake: “Elijah Drake… you wanted my attention? Now you have it. Tonight, you step into the ring with a warrior. And after I finish with you… my focus will be on Adam Garcia and the PV Heavyweight Championship.”
Satake gives a respectful nod to Elena before walking off, leaving behind an air of confidence and finality.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it! Masafumi Satake is ready for war tonight against Elijah Drake and at Deadly Habits against Adam Garcia!”
The camera fades out as the crowd roars in anticipation for both matches ahead.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
Congratulations
The camera cuts to the backstage hallway, where Teddy Rush is seen standing beside Dutch Ramirez. Ramirez is still catching his breath, sweat dripping from his forehead after his hard-fought victory over Gabriel Cross earlier in the night. Teddy claps him on the back with a proud grin.
Teddy Rush: “Man, I gotta say, Dutch—that felt good to watch. You shut that arrogant bastard up! Cross had that coming for a long time.”
Dutch smirks, nodding as he adjusts his leather vest.
Dutch Ramirez: “Felt damn good, brother. Ain’t nothing more satisfying than knocking some sense into a guy who thinks he’s better than everyone else.”
*Just as they share a laugh, the crowd watching on the big screen gasps—because GABRIEL CROSS SUDDENLY BURSTS INTO FRAME, steel chair in hand! Before either man can react—CRACK!—Cross swings the chair into Dutch Ramirez’s back!
Dutch stumbles forward in pain, and Teddy Rush barely has time to turn before Cross levels him with another chair shot to the ribs!
Rush drops to one knee, clutching his stomach, but Cross isn’t done. He raises the chair over his head and brings it down again across Teddy’s spine, sending him sprawling to the floor!
Cross, breathing heavily, his eyes wild with fury, tosses the chair aside and yells down at them.*
Gabriel Cross: “You think this is over?! HUH?! You think I’m gonna let you walk around like you got one over on me?!”
Dutch Ramirez groans, trying to push himself up, but Cross kicks him in the ribs, sending him rolling onto his back. Cross turns his attention back to Teddy Rush.
Gabriel Cross: “You should’ve kept your damn mouth shut, Rush!”
Before Cross can do any more damage, a swarm of security guards rush in to pull him away! The officials struggle as Cross thrashes against them, still shouting.
Gabriel Cross: “You think you’re better than me, Dutch?! I own you! I own BOTH of you!”
Security holds him back as more officials check on Dutch and Teddy, who are still down, wincing in pain. The camera zooms in on Cross’s furious face as he spits venom at them.
Gabriel Cross: “This isn’t over! You hear me?! This is FAR from over!”
The crowd boos loudly as the security team drags Cross away, his rage-filled shouts echoing down the hallway. The camera lingers on Teddy and Dutch, both grimacing in pain as they sit up, before fading to black…
Single Match
Elijah Drake vs. Masafumi Satake
Ringside
Decisions
The bell rings, and Masafumi Satake’s hand is raised in victory after a grueling battle against Elijah Drake. The crowd erupts in cheers as Satake wipes sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath before climbing the turnbuckle to soak in the ovation. He nods respectfully to the fans, showing his appreciation for their support.*
Behind him, however, Elijah Drake is still on his knees, fists clenched. His breathing is heavy, his face twisted in frustration. He glares at Satake’s back as the Japanese veteran celebrates, his body language radiating pure anger.
Johnny Kaos: “Oh, man… Look at that expression on Drake’s face. He is absolutely seething right now!”
Zac Brindle: “And I don’t like the way he’s staring at Satake, Johnny. This could get ugly real fast.”
The crowd picks up on the tension, some booing, some shouting warnings. A few fans try to talk Drake out of it, while others brace for the inevitable.
“DON’T DO IT!”
“LET IT GO, DRAKE!”
“TURN AROUND, SATAKE!”
Drake slowly rises to his feet, fists tightening at his sides. He takes a step forward… then another… The fans hold their breath. Satake, still unaware, continues his celebration.
Drake tilts his head, looking down for a moment—then exhales sharply. He shakes his head and steps back.
The crowd lets out a mix of relief and surprise. Drake rolls out of the ring, running a hand through his hair, still furious, but seemingly choosing to walk away. He storms up the ramp, not looking back, while Satake finally turns around, slightly puzzled by the reaction of the fans.
Zac Brindle: “Elijah Drake had that choice in front of him—take the cheap way out, or walk away like a man. And to his credit… he walked away.”
Johnny Kaos: “For now, Zac. But trust me, this ain’t over.”
As Drake disappears through the curtain, the camera cuts backstage, where Caleb Knox is standing with his arms crossed, watching the monitor. He has a cocky smirk plastered across his face, clearly enjoying every second of what just happened.
Knox lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he mutters to himself.
Caleb Knox: “Weak.”
He turns away from the monitor, smirking to himself as he walks off down the hall, the camera lingering on his expression before fading to black…
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