P:V Uprising 113
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
8th March 2025
The cameras cut straight to a red-hot Atlantic City crowd, packed inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena! Fans wave signs and chant loudly as the camera sweeps across the excited audience. The PV Uprising intro video plays, showing highlights of last week’s action—Masafumi Satake defeating Elijah Drake, Dash Diaz returning to go after Henry Steele, and Adam Garcia’s intense staredown with his Deadly Habits challenger. The video ends, and we go straight to the commentary desk, where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to kick off another explosive night of action!
Zac Brindle: “Welcome, everyone, to another electric edition of P:V Uprising! We are live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and what a night we have in store!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! We are four weeks away from Deadly Habits, where the Heavyweight Championship will be on the line, but tonight? We’ve got some serious battles ahead! Titles are on the line, rivalries are heating up, and some people might not make it to the pay-per-view in one piece!”
Zac Brindle: “Absolutely, Johnny! In tonight’s main event, the dangerous and determined Caleb Knox goes one-on-one with the unhinged biker Dutch Ramirez—a man who does not take kindly to disrespect!”
Johnny Kaos: “And speaking of disrespect, let’s talk about the TV Championship match! The silent assassin Midas has been dominating, but tonight, he’s got a tough challenge ahead of him in Rex Stone. Will we see a new champion crowned, or will Midas continue his reign of terror?”
Zac Brindle: “We’ve also got a clash between two of P:V’s brightest as Teddy Rush takes on Brandon Snyder in what’s sure to be a fast-paced battle, and let’s not forget Elijah Drake stepping into the ring with the powerful Darrell Robles. With the way Drake has been lately, I don’t think Robles knows what he’s in for!”
Johnny Kaos: “And we’ve got Dash Diaz making his return to singles action against the powerhouse Boyd Jackson! Diaz is back after being taken out by Henry Steele, and you know he’s looking to send a message tonight!”
Zac Brindle: “The road to Deadly Habits is heating up, and things are only going to get crazier from here! So buckle up, Atlantic City—it’s time for P:V Uprising!“
The camera cuts to the stage as the opening match is about to begin!
Single Match
Teddy Rush vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
Mindset
(The camera cuts backstage where Elena Cruz is standing by with a scowling Caleb Knox, who has his arms crossed, his usual steely glare locked onto the camera. He’s dressed in his ring gear, hoodie unzipped, his taped fists clenching and unclenching as he listens to Elena’s introduction.)
Elena Cruz: “Caleb, later tonight, you step into the main event against the dangerous and unpredictable Dutch Ramirez. What’s your mindset going into this match?”
(Knox exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head slightly before responding.)
Caleb Knox: “My mindset? Same as always, Elena. I step into that ring, I break the guy in front of me, and I walk out with my hand raised. Dutch Ramirez? Yeah, he’s tough. He’s got that whole ‘biker gang from hell’ thing going on, but you know what? That doesn’t mean a damn thing when that bell rings. He’s just another body in my way, and I don’t care how crazy he is—he’s leaving tonight knowing exactly who the Iron Heart is.”
(Knox cracks his knuckles before rolling his neck, loosening up, but Elena quickly moves on to the bigger topic at hand.)
Elena Cruz: “Last week, you made it clear that you don’t believe Elijah Drake deserves the status of a legend. You even said that he lacks the killer instinct to win the big one. Do you stand by those words?”
(Knox lets out a small, humorless chuckle before shaking his head in disbelief.)
Caleb Knox: “Do I stand by it? Are you kidding me? Of course I do. Look at last week—Satake beat Drake, and what did Drake do? He stood there, steaming, thinking about attacking him, but in the end? He did nothing. That’s the difference between me and Elijah Drake, Elena. He hesitates. He second-guesses himself. He’s got too much pride, too much honor, too much of that ‘good guy’ bull* in him. Me? I don’t hesitate. I don’t stop until the job is done. And that’s why I’ll never be in the same position as him—I finish what I start.**”
(Knox leans in slightly, his voice dripping with disdain.)
Caleb Knox: “Elijah Drake had every chance to be the man in P:V. To be the guy that runs this place. But guess what? He choked. He always chokes. He doesn’t have what it takes, and deep down? Even he knows it.”
(Knox straightens up, adjusting the tape on his wrists before glaring into the camera.)
Caleb Knox: “Drake’s got everyone fooled into thinking he’s this all-time great. But the truth? He’s a fraud. And I’m going to make sure the whole world sees it.”
(With that, Knox turns on his heel and storms off, leaving Elena standing there as the camera lingers on her slightly uneasy expression before cutting away.)
Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. Chopper Anderson & Steven Love
Backstage
Let Him Try
(The camera follows ‘The Standard’ Dash Diaz as he storms down the hallway, his jaw clenched and determination in his eyes. He reaches the office of General Manager James Von Drake and knocks once before pushing the door open. Von Drake, sitting behind his desk, barely looks up from his paperwork before sighing.)
James Von Drake: “You don’t even wait for me to say ‘come in’ anymore, do you?”
Dash Diaz: (leaning on the desk) “No time for pleasantries, JVD. I want Henry Steele. Deadly Habits. Me and him, one-on-one.”
(Von Drake leans back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk as he considers it.)
James Von Drake: “Dash, I get it. Steele put you on the shelf, humiliated you, and now you want payback. I’d be a fool not to see that there’s money in this match. So, fine—you got it. Dash Diaz versus Henry Steele at Deadly Habits.”
(Dash nods, satisfied, but as he turns to leave, Von Drake clears his throat, making him stop in his tracks.)
James Von Drake: “But before you start looking ahead to Deadly Habits, you might want to keep your focus on tonight. You’ve got Boyd Jackson in just a little while, and that guy? He’s no joke. He’s big, he’s mean, and he’s not gonna care about your grudge with Henry Steele. He’s coming to smash your face in.”
(Diaz smirks, rolling his shoulders.)
Dash Diaz: “Yeah? Let him try.”
(Von Drake chuckles, shaking his head as Diaz turns and heads for the door, his mind still set on both Boyd Jackson and the war with Henry Steele waiting for him at Deadly Habits.)
TV Championship Match
Midas (c) vs. Rex Stone
Ringside
Ready for Deadly Habits
(The bell rings as Midas stands tall over Rex Stone, the PV TV Championship still in his possession after another dominant victory. At ringside, his manager Katya Roux claps her hands together, but her smirk quickly turns into a scowl as she shouts orders at her monstrous client.)
Katya Roux: *”No, no, no! We are *not* finished here! Finish him, Midas! Show the world why you are untouchable!”*
(The crowd erupts in boos as Midas, the masked assassin, looms over Rex Stone. He cracks his neck, then yanks Stone up by his hair, preparing to deliver more damage. But before he can strike—)
“WAYWARD TRAVELLER” BERNARD WOLFE RUSHES TO THE RING!
(The fans explode with cheers as Bernard Wolfe sprints down the ramp, steel chair in hand! Midas drops Rex and quickly steps back as Wolfe slides into the ring, brandishing the chair like a sword. Katya shrieks from ringside, urging Midas not to engage. The champion slowly backs toward the ropes, his unreadable mask hiding any reaction.)
(Wolfe paces the ring, staring down Midas before grabbing a microphone. He glares at the silent monster before turning his attention to Katya Roux.)
Bernard Wolfe: *”This has been goin’ on long enough. Every week, you send your attack dog to do your dirty work, and every week, I’m the one that has to clean up the mess. So how ‘bout this, Midas? You and me. One on one. No sneak attacks. No running. Just *you* and me for that TV Championship at Deadly Habits!”*
(The fans erupt as Wolfe points directly at Midas, who tilts his head slightly in response. Katya Roux, still at ringside, scowls before grabbing a microphone of her own.)
Katya Roux: *”Oh, Bernard, Bernard, Bernard… You just don’t learn, do you? Do you *really* think Midas considers you a threat? Do you really think you deserve a shot at his championship? You are just another failure, a man wandering with no direction. And at Deadly Habits? Midas will end your journey!”*
(With that, Katya drops the microphone and gestures for Midas to leave. The champion slowly backs away up the ramp, his cold gaze never leaving Wolfe. In the ring, Wolfe nods, knowing he’s gotten what he wanted—one last shot at taking Midas down. The fans roar in approval as Wolfe slams the chair on the mat, daring Midas to come back, but the champion simply exits without another move, leaving the confrontation for Deadly Habits!)
Backstage
No Doubts
(The camera cuts to the backstage interview set, where Elena Cruz stands with a microphone in hand, joined by the intense and focused Elijah Drake. The veteran competitor adjusts the tape on his wrists, rolling his shoulders as he prepares for his match against Darrell Robles. Despite his usual confidence, there’s a noticeable fire in his eyes tonight—perhaps fueled by Caleb Knox’s recent words.)
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Elijah Drake. Elijah, in just a few moments, you’ll step into the ring against the powerhouse Darrell Robles. But before we get to that, I have to ask—last week, Caleb Knox had some harsh words about you. He said that you lacked the killer instinct to win the PV Heavyweight Championship and that you don’t deserve to be called a legend. What’s your response?”
(Drake scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk before looking straight into the camera.)
Elijah Drake: “Y’know, I’ve been called a lot of things in my career. Champion. Underdog. Workhorse. But ‘not having the killer instinct?’ That’s a new one.” (He chuckles briefly before his expression darkens.) *”Let me remind you of something, Elena—every time I step in that ring, I fight like my life depends on it. I’ve gone through wars, I’ve bled, I’ve sacrificed, and I’ve earned *everything* I’ve got. So, Knox can sit back, run his mouth, and question my instincts all he wants. But deep down, he knows damn well that when the moment comes, when everything’s on the line—”* (he leans in slightly) “—I do what needs to be done.”
(Cruz nods, clearly sensing the weight behind his words.)
Elena Cruz: “So do you think Knox’s words are just mind games? Or do you feel you need to prove something—to him, to yourself, to the fans?”
(Drake clenches his jaw, exhaling sharply before answering.)
Elijah Drake: “I don’t need to prove a damn thing to Caleb Knox. But I will prove something to myself. And I will prove something to the fans—because when my time comes, when I get my shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship again, there won’t be any questions left to ask. No doubts. No second-guessing.”
(Drake turns back to the camera, his eyes locked in.)
Elijah Drake: “And as for tonight? Darrell Robles is about to find out firsthand exactly what kind of instincts I’ve got.”
(With that, Drake adjusts his elbow pads and walks off toward the entrance area, leaving Cruz standing there as the camera fades back to the arena. The intensity in the air is undeniable—Elijah Drake has something to prove, whether he admits it or not.)
Single Match
Darrell Robles vs. Elijah Drake
Backstage
Next Week
(The camera cuts to the dimly lit PV locker room, where Rex Stone sits on a bench, wincing slightly as he presses an ice pack against his ribs. His body bears the marks of battle after his grueling TV Championship match against Midas—and more specifically, the vicious post-match attack ordered by Katya Roux. He exhales sharply, trying to shake off the pain, when suddenly, the door swings open.)
(In walks Gabriel Cross, a cocky smirk on his face as he casually leans against the lockers. He folds his arms, clearly enjoying the sight of Stone in pain.)
Gabriel Cross: “Damn, Rex. That looked rough out there. I mean, seriously—you got your ass kicked, and then you had to be saved like some rookie? That’s tough, man.”
(Stone glares at Cross, clearly in no mood for his antics.)
Rex Stone: “You lost, Cross? Or are you just that desperate for attention?”
(Cross chuckles, shaking his head as he steps closer.)
Gabriel Cross: *”Nah, I just wanted to see for myself what a ‘Wayward Traveller’ looks like after getting *waywardly* thrown around like a rag doll. And, well… exactly what I expected.”* (He motions to the ice pack and bruises with a smug grin.)
(Stone slowly stands up, gritting his teeth through the pain but refusing to back down.)
Rex Stone: *”You think it’s funny? How about you step in the ring with me next week, and I’ll show you what’s *really* funny?”*
(Cross raises an eyebrow, letting out an exaggerated laugh.)
Gabriel Cross: “Ohhh, you wanna fight me? You?” (He shakes his head, smirking.) “Man, I don’t know if you noticed, but you can barely stand up straight.”
(Stone steps forward, standing eye to eye with Cross despite the pain.)
Rex Stone: “Yeah? Then it should be an easy win for you, right? Unless you’re scared.”
(Cross scoffs at the suggestion, his cocky demeanor never fading.)
Gabriel Cross: “Scared? Please. Fine, you got your match, Rex. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you end up back here icing more than just your ribs.”
(Cross pats Stone on the shoulder—hard enough to make him wince—before turning and walking out of the locker room, laughing to himself. Stone watches him go, shaking his head, the fire in his eyes burning despite the pain. Next week, he’ll get his chance for payback.)
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Dash Diaz
Backstage
Unexpected Gratitude
(The camera follows Dash Diaz as he makes his way through the backstage area, still catching his breath after his hard-fought victory over Boyd Jackson. Sweat drips from his brow, his body feeling the effects of the grueling battle, but there’s a quiet sense of satisfaction in his eyes. As he rounds a corner, he nearly bumps into someone—standing there, waiting for him with a small, appreciative smile, is the blonde bombshell herself, Cherry Bordeaux.)
(Diaz stops, looking at her with a bit of surprise.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “Hey, Dash… I—uh, I just wanted to say thank you.”
(Diaz raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.)
Dash Diaz: “For what?” (He wipes some sweat off his face with his wrist.)
(Bordeaux chuckles lightly, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “For last week. If you hadn’t come back when you did, Henry Steele would’ve done God-knows-what to me and Rex. That guy’s a damn monster. I owe you one.”
(Diaz smirks, shaking his head.)
Dash Diaz: *”Nah, you don’t owe me anything, Cherry. Steele had that coming for a *long* time. I wasn’t about to let him walk all over you guys the way he tried to walk over me.”*
(Cherry crosses her arms, looking at Diaz with a playful smirk.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “Still, it’s nice to know there are some good guys left around here. You ever need backup? You know where to find me.”
(Diaz chuckles, nodding.)
Dash Diaz: “I’ll keep that in mind. But right now? I need to focus on finishing what I started with Steele. Deadly Habits is gonna be the end of the road for him.”
(Bordeaux nods, her expression turning serious.)
Cherry Bordeaux: *”Then do us all a favor and make sure that *monster* doesn’t walk away from it.”*
(She pats Diaz on the shoulder before walking off, leaving him standing there with a thoughtful look on his face. The camera lingers on Diaz for a moment before cutting away to the next segment.)
Single Match
Caleb Knox vs. Dutch Ramirez
Ringside
The Mind Games Begin
(The bell rings, signaling the end of the match as Caleb Knox stands victorious over Dutch Ramirez. The referee raises Knox’s hand in victory, but the fans inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena are letting him hear it—loud boos raining down from every direction. Knox smirks, shaking his head before snatching a microphone from ringside.)
Caleb Knox: “Cut my damn music! Cut it!”
(The music fades as Knox paces around the ring, wiping sweat from his brow. He looks down at Dutch Ramirez and scoffs before turning his attention to the crowd.)
Caleb Knox: “Is that the best you’ve got, Atlantic City? A bunch of washed-up wannabes and guys who don’t know when to stay down? Pathetic.”
(More boos. Knox just smirks, enjoying every second of it.)
Caleb Knox: *”You all sit there, week after week, clinging to the past, hoping that guys like Elijah Drake will somehow find that magic again, that spark, that *killer instinct* he’s never had! But let’s be real—Drake ain’t that guy anymore. Hell, he never was. You wanna talk about a legend? Let’s talk about a guy who’s spent the last decade failing when it matters most!”*
(The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction, some still supporting Drake while others react to Knox’s harsh truth. Knox leans against the ropes, smirking.)
Caleb Knox: “At Deadly Habits, I finish the story that Drake should’ve ended himself years ago. I put him down for good, and I prove to every single one of you that your so-called legend—your hero—is nothing but a damn fraud!”
(Suddenly, the crowd roars as a figure jumps the barricade—ELIJAH DRAKE!!! The camera barely catches him sliding into the ring, a steel chair gripped tightly in his hands! The fans lose their minds as Drake sneaks up behind Knox, the chair raised high—ready to strike!*)
(Knox, oblivious, keeps talking.)
Caleb Knox: “At Deadly Habits, I—”
(Knox suddenly feels something behind him… his body tenses. The crowd is going nuts as he slowly turns—right into the smirking face of Elijah Drake!)
(Drake twirls the chair in his hands before gripping it tight, lifting it slightly as if he’s about to swing—BUT HE DOESN’T! Instead, he just grins. A cocky, knowing smirk spread across his face as he stares deep into Knox’s eyes.)
(Knox takes a step back, his confidence shaken. He clenches his jaw, but there’s a flash of uncertainty in his expression. He shakes his head and bails out of the ring! The fans boo loudly as Knox retreats up the ramp, glaring back at Drake, who still hasn’t moved.)
(Drake leans against the ropes, chair in hand, and grabs a microphone.)
Elijah Drake: “You look nervous, Knox. I get it… I’d be nervous too if I just realized that the guy I’ve been running my mouth about for weeks can take me out any damn time he feels like it!”
(The crowd explodes as Drake points at Knox and smirks.)
Elijah Drake: “I’ll see you in four weeks at Deadly Habits, Caleb. But until then? Keep looking over your shoulder, because you never know when I’m gonna strike.”
(*Drake tosses the mic down with a *thud* as his music hits! Knox seethes at the top of the ramp, shaking his head in frustration, but deep down—there’s fear in his eyes. Drake smirks, tossing the chair aside as the fans chant his name, the show fading to black on the image of Knox storming backstage, knowing he may have just made the biggest mistake of his career!*)
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