P:V Uprising 114
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
15th March 2025
(The opening video package plays, highlighting last week’s chaotic main event between Caleb Knox & Dutch Ramirez, which was thrown into disarray by the ongoing war between Drake and Caleb Knox. The package ends with a shot of Drake standing tall, smirking down at Knox, before we fade to black…)
(BOOM! Pyro explodes from the stage as the Atlantic City crowd erupts! The camera pans over a raucous audience, flashing signs for their favorites, from “Iron Heart is Coming” to “Steele is a Coward” to “Henry Steele is Scared of Dash Diaz.” The camera then cuts to ringside, where commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to break down the night’s card!)
🎙 Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PV Uprising! We are just THREE weeks away from Deadly Habits, and the road to one of the biggest nights in Project Violence history continues to heat up! I’m Zac Brindle, joined as always by Johnny Kaos, and Johnny, last week ended in absolute chaos!”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “Zac, let’s be real—this thing between Caleb Knox and Elijah Drake has boiled over into something personal, and last week? You saw it! You heard it! Knox spent the last three weeks calling Drake a washed-up ‘legend’ who doesn’t have what it takes to be at the top anymore. Well, I’d say jumping Knox with a steel chair and standing over him was one hell of a response from Drake!”
🎤 Zac Brindle: “Drake sent a message, loud and clear, and I don’t think we’ve seen the end of these two clashing just yet! But speaking of hard-hitting fights, we’ve got a stacked card for you tonight!”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “Oh, baby, this lineup is just disgusting! Let’s talk about it!”
🔹 Teddy Rush vs. Darrell Robles! The fast-moving veteran meets the powerhouse as these two look to climb the ranks!
🎤 Zac Brindle: “Teddy Rush is coming off a tough loss last week, and now he’s in for a war against one of the strongest men in PV!”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “And if he’s not careful, he might not even make it to Deadly Habits, because we all know Brandon Snyder can end your night in a heartbeat!”
🎤 Zac Brindle: “Speaking of someone looking for a statement win, Rex Stone has had a rough couple of weeks, but he’s got a chance at some payback when he takes on Gabriel Cross! Will Cross keep his momentum rolling, or is Stone ready to bring the fight and prove he’s tougher than ever?”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “And you know what else I’m looking forward to? That Six-Man Tag Team Match! The champions in waiting, Anarchy Alliance, get their first crack at the Starr Brothers, but this time, the match gets even crazier with the addition of a third man on each side! Bernard Wolfe is hunting down the TV Champion Midas and is ready to take a shot at him at the PPV!”
🎤 Zac Brindle: “Speaking of carnage, I don’t know how else to describe this next one—Henry Steele versus Cherry Bordeaux. After what happened two weeks ago when Henry Steele viciously attacked Cherry and Rex Stone, you have to believe Cherry is coming into this match with a score to settle!”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Zac! We know how dangerous Henry Steele can be—just ask Dash Diaz or the two bodies he left broken in the ring last week! But speaking of that, I hear we might be getting an appearance from Dash Diaz tonight, and something tells me he’s got Henry Steele in his crosshairs after last week!”
🎤 Johnny Kaos: “And then, our main event—PV Heavyweight Champion ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia takes on the hard-hitting Maverick Matthews! Garcia has his sights locked on Masafumi Satake at Deadly Habits, but if he loses focus tonight, he might not make it there as champion!”
🎤 Zac Brindle: “There’s a storm brewing in Project Violence, and tonight could change everything as we march toward Deadly Habits! Buckle up, folks—this is Uprising 114!”
(The camera cuts to the arena as pyro explodes from the stage, the crowd in Atlantic City on their feet, chanting as the show officially gets underway!)
Backstage
Champion Down!
(The cameras cut to a chaotic scene backstage where medical personnel are huddled around a motionless Adam Garcia. The PV Heavyweight Champion is sprawled out on the cold concrete floor, his title belt lying beside him. The normally dominant and unshakable champion is barely stirring, his chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. A few feet away, a steel pipe is discarded on the ground, a possible clue to the ambush that just took place.)
(The commotion quickly draws the attention of James Von Drake, who storms into the scene, his expression a mix of anger and concern. He shoves past a few officials and kneels beside Garcia, scanning the area as if trying to spot the culprit in the shadows.)
James Von Drake: “What the hell happened here? Who did this?!”
(The medics don’t answer—too preoccupied with stabilizing Garcia as they check for injuries. Von Drake exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. His frustration is clear, but more than that, there’s an underlying tension. The champion’s match was supposed to be the main event, a crucial bout leading into Deadly Habits. If Garcia can’t compete tonight, it throws everything into question.)
(Garcia groans, shifting slightly as a medic tries to keep him still. His face is twisted in pain, his body battered from whatever attack he endured. Von Drake exhales sharply, shaking his head as he stands back up and looks around, scanning the area once more for any sign of the perpetrator. But there’s nothing. Whoever did this is long gone.)
(The camera lingers on the chaos for a moment longer before cutting to commercial, leaving the crowd buzzing with concern and speculation as the fate of tonight’s main event hangs in the balance…)
Tag Team Match
Steven Love & Chopper Anderson vs. Masters of the Mat
Backstage
A Word with the Bombshell
(Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the camera cuts to a dimly lit corridor, where Elena Cruz stands with ‘The Blonde Bombshell’ Cherry Bordeaux. Cherry, dressed in her signature ring gear with a confident smirk, adjusts her wrist tape, shaking out her arms in preparation for her upcoming match. Before she can speak, footsteps echo down the hallway, and into the frame steps ‘The Standard’ Dash Diaz.)
Dash Diaz: “Hey, Cherry… Look, I saw what you did a few weeks ago. You stood up to Henry Steele, and I respect that. But are you sure about this? You know what he did to you and Rex a couple of weeks ago. I mean, I know you’re tough, but that guy’s a straight-up wrecking machine.”
(Cherry smirks, crossing her arms as she looks Diaz up and down, unfazed by his concern.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “Rex and I took a risk that night, and yeah, it backfired. But I’m not the type to back down just because I got my ass handed to me once. Henry Steele thinks he can intimidate everyone around here, but not me. I’m going to that ring tonight to fight. Whether I win or lose, I’m going to show him I don’t scare easy.”
(Dash studies her for a moment, then shakes his head with a smirk, impressed but still unconvinced.)
Dash Diaz: “I respect that, Cherry, I really do. You got guts—hell, probably more than half the guys back here. But listen… that dude? He’s something else. He’s not just looking to win. He’s looking to hurt people. You saw what happened to me, you felt what he did to you firsthand. I’m just saying—are you sure about this?”
(Cherry crosses her arms, her expression hardening.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “I know exactly who Henry Steele is. And I know what I’m getting myself into. I don’t care. He doesn’t get to do what he did and just walk away without a fight.”
(She takes a step closer, looking him right in the eye with a sly smile.)
Cherry Bordeaux: “Besides, if things get out of hand… I know you’ve got my back.”
(She winks playfully before turning on her heel and striding off toward the entranceway, her long blonde hair flipping over her shoulder as she disappears down the hall. Dash stands there for a moment, rubbing the back of his head, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A small, almost sheepish grin creeps onto his face before he shakes it off, cracking his knuckles and muttering under his breath.)
Dash Diaz: “Man… this girl’s gonna get me in trouble.”
(The camera lingers on Dash for a moment longer before cutting back to the ring, where the night’s action is set to continue…)
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
Whodunnit?
(Backstage, the camera follows James Von Drake as he storms through the Crimson Club Casino Arena, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. The general manager turns a corner and bursts into his office, where ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox is already standing, arms crossed, his face stoic as ever.)
James Von Drake: “Alright, Knox. Cut the tough guy act for a second—I want the truth. Did you have anything to do with what happened to Garcia?”
(Knox smirks slightly but doesn’t flinch. He tilts his head, considering his words carefully before answering.)
Caleb Knox: “You really think I need to jump Adam from behind, Von Drake? Look, I made it real clear last week—I want Elijah Drake out of PV, but I want to be the one who does it. As for Adam? I don’t like him, but I wouldn’t take him out like that. That’s not me.”
(Von Drake narrows his eyes, clearly skeptical. He paces back and forth, hands on his hips, before stepping closer to Knox.)
James Von Drake: “Yeah? ‘Cause let’s be honest, you’re not exactly the most… stable guy we’ve got around here, are you? For all I know, you decided to make a statement and took your frustrations out on the champ. You’ve been running your mouth a lot about what it takes to hold the gold. Maybe you just snapped and tried to take the easy way there.”
(Knox smirks, but his fists tighten at his sides.)
Caleb Knox: “If you really think I’d do something like that, then you don’t know me at all, boss. I don’t take cheap shots. I don’t need to. If I want something, I’ll beat the hell out of whoever’s in my way and take it. But I don’t need to do it in some dark hallway like a coward. If you really want a suspect, maybe you should be looking to who Garcia is facing at the PPv….”
(Von Drake laughs at the suggestion Satake would do such a thing, before watching Knox closely, trying to read his face. Before he can press further, the office door swings open, and in walks Masafumi Satake. The veteran looks from Von Drake to Knox, his face unreadable. He clasps his hands together in front of him and bows slightly to Von Drake before turning to Knox, meeting his eyes with a cold, knowing gaze.)
Masafumi Satake: “I have just heard about Adam, I know he was supposed to be in the main event tonight and if he can’t complete then I will step up and give the fans their moneys worth with a main event we can be proud of.”
(Knox raises an eyebrow and lets out a low chuckle, glancing between Satake and Von Drake.)
Caleb Knox: “Very convenient.”
(Satake looks confused and Von Drake looks unimpressed, rubbing his temples in frustration before shaking his head. He exhales sharply and points a finger at Knox.)
James Von Drake: “Well, whoever did this just put my main event in question, and I hate when things go off the rails. So, I’ll tell you both the same thing: Satake, get ready, because you’re in the main event no matter what. And Knox?” (He narrows his eyes at him) “I don’t trust you for a second. Stay in your lane, or you won’t have to worry about Elijah Drake. You’ll be worried about me.”
(Knox smirks, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before backing away and exiting the office. Satake watches him go, his expression unreadable, before turning to James Von Drake.)
Masafumi Satake: “Send my best wishes to Adam if you speak to him before me.”
(Von Drake nods, seeming to consider his words carefully as the scene cuts away.)
Single Match
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Henry Steele
Ringside
Not Tonight
(The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. “The Steel Fortress” Henry Steele stands tall in the center of the ring, sweat dripping from his brow, his chest heaving from the hard-fought battle. Beneath him, Cherry Bordeaux lies on the mat, holding her ribs, breathing heavily after giving everything she had. The crowd rains down a chorus of boos, voicing their disgust at Steele’s victory.)
(Instead of leaving, Steele paces around the ring, rolling his shoulders and staring down at his fallen opponent. His breathing is heavy, his fists clenching and unclenching as he looms over Bordeaux, a sinister grin creeping onto his face. The referee tries to get in his way, warning him to back off, but Steele barely acknowledges him. He cracks his neck from side to side, before reaching down and yanking Cherry up by the hair.)
Johnny Kaos: “Oh, come on! You won the match, Steele! Just walk away!”
(*The crowd erupts into louder boos as Steele forcefully shoves the referee aside and drags Cherry to her feet. She stumbles, barely able to stand. With a cruel chuckle, Steele hoists her up over his shoulders, looking for *Hard Justice!* But before he can deliver the devastating move—*)
Zac Brindle: “Here comes Dash Diaz! He promised he’d have Cherry’s back!”
(The audience erupts as “The Flashpoint” Dash Diaz storms down the ramp, wasting no time sliding under the ropes with a purpose. Steele hesitates for a moment, still clutching Bordeaux on his shoulders. The hesitation is just enough—Cherry fights out! She shifts her weight and drops behind Steele before shoving him hard into the turnbuckle! The impact makes the big man stumble forward, dropping to a knee. Before he can react—)
Johnny Kaos: “Bordeaux gets out of the way! And here comes Diaz!”
(*Dash Diaz explodes into action, catching Steele flush in the jaw with a *massive* superkick! The impact sends the big man tumbling through the ropes, landing on the floor with a thunderous thud! The crowd roars as Steele, shocked, scrambles to his feet, eyes locked on Diaz and Bordeaux, who are now standing tall in the ring.*)
(Cherry, holding her ribs, steadies herself as Dash checks on her, making sure she’s okay. She nods, still wincing, as Steele paces at ringside, seething. The big man shakes his head and starts to back away, pointing at Diaz and Bordeaux as if to say this isn’t over.)
(Diaz grabs the mic from the ring announcer and steps up to the ropes, leaning over with a smirk as he glares at Steele.)
Dash Diaz: “What happened, big man? Looked like you were ready to keep going—why don’t you get your ass back in here and try me on for size?”
(The crowd pops as Steele kicks the ring steps in frustration. He glares daggers at Diaz, but backs up the ramp, cracking his knuckles as he watches the scene unfold. Cherry Bordeaux, now on her feet, steps up beside Diaz and crosses her arms, nodding in agreement with him.)
Dash Diaz: *“Nah, I didn’t think so. But don’t worry, I’ll see you at Deadly Habits, where there won’t be anyone left for you to sneak attack. Just me and you. And trust me… I *ain’t* shaking your damn hand.”*
(Diaz smirks and tosses the microphone over his shoulder, the message sent loud and clear. Steele shakes his head in frustration, mouthing something about how Diaz just made the biggest mistake of his life. The crowd cheers as Cherry Bordeaux stands beside Diaz, and the two watch Steele storm up the ramp. The tension is electric as the show moves on!)
Backstage
The Challengers
(Backstage in the dimly lit locker room, Anarchy Alliance—Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis—stand alongside Bernard Wolfe, all three men looking focused as they prepare for their upcoming six-man tag team match. Wolfe adjusts the tape on his wrists, while Ellis leans against the lockers, stretching his arms. Rigg paces slightly, rolling his shoulders as the energy builds.)
Stevie Rigg: “Alright, boys, we know what we’re up against. Starr Brothers—cocky, underhanded, full of themselves. And Midas? That bastard’s dangerous, especially with Katya whispering in his ear.”
(Wolfe smirks slightly, cracking his knuckles.)
Bernard Wolfe: “Yeah, I’ve felt that firsthand. He’s quick, he’s ruthless, but he ain’t unbeatable. I know what he’s looking for—he wants to isolate, pick his spots, and take control.”
Edwin Ellis: (nodding) “And the Starrs? They’ll be looking for cheap shots, distractions, anything to get the edge. They don’t care about wrestling fair, they just wanna keep those belts by any means.”
Stevie Rigg: “Then we take the fight to them. Fast, aggressive, don’t let ‘em dictate the pace. We keep ‘em on their heels, don’t give ‘em a chance to pull their usual stunts.”
(Ellis grins, slamming a fist into his palm.)
Edwin Ellis: “And if Midas wants to play his games, we show him why you don’t mess with the ‘Wayward Traveller.’”
(Wolfe smirks, shaking his head as he tightens the tape around his fingers.)
Bernard Wolfe: “Damn right. And if I get my hands on him, you better believe I’m sending a message ahead of Deadly Habits.”
(Stevie Rigg slaps Wolfe on the back, grinning.)
Stevie Rigg: “Let’s make sure they regret signing up for this match.”
(Ellis nods, cracking his neck.)
Edwin Ellis: “Let’s make a statement.”
(The three men share a quick nod, then turn toward the hallway leading to the entrance. The camera follows them as they head out, ready for battle. The six-man tag team match is up next!)
Six Man Tag Team Match
Anarchy Alliance & Bernard Wolfe vs. Starr Brothers & Midas
Backstage
Not So Untouchable
(Backstage in the interview area, Elena Cruz stands poised with a microphone in hand. Beside her, Elijah Drake adjusts his wrist tape, a calm but intense look on his face. The tension from last week still lingers, and the crowd buzzes in anticipation as they watch on the big screen.)
Elena Cruz: “Elijah, last week, you had the chance to take out Caleb Knox with a steel chair, but you didn’t. Instead, you let him know that you could’ve. What was going through your mind in that moment?”
(Drake exhales, running a hand through his hair before looking at Cruz.)
Elijah Drake: “You know, Elena, people are expecting me to say I snapped, that I finally gave in and did what Caleb Knox has been daring me to do. But I didn’t. I didn’t betray my principles, and I didn’t lose control. All I did… was make sure Knox knows the truth.”
(Drake smirks slightly, his tone calm but laced with confidence.)
Elijah Drake: “He thinks he’s untouchable. He walks around here like he’s the biggest, baddest man in the room. I just wanted to remind him—he’s not. I can get to him anytime I want, and when I do, he won’t see it coming.”
(Elena nods, clearly intrigued.)
Elena Cruz: “But you’re not looking for a cheap shot, are you?”
(Drake shakes his head, his expression turning serious.)
Elijah Drake: “No. I don’t need to take shortcuts. I’m not Caleb Knox—I don’t rely on sneak attacks, cheap shots, or running my mouth. Three weeks from now, at Deadly Habits, I’m gonna beat him fair and square, right in the middle of that ring. And when it’s over, he won’t have any excuses left.”
(Drake adjusts the tape on his wrists, looking directly into the camera.)
Elijah Drake: “Caleb, I hope you keep underestimating me. I hope you keep running your mouth. Because when we step into that ring, all that talk? It won’t mean a damn thing.”
(Drake gives Elena a respectful nod before walking off, leaving Cruz standing there as the camera lingers for a moment before cutting away.)
Single Match
Masafumi Satake vs. Maverick Matthews
Ringside
Beware of the Dark
(The bell rings as Masafumi Satake rises to his feet, victorious after a grueling main event against Maverick Matthews. The crowd cheers loudly as Satake stands tall, catching his breath. The referee raises his arm in victory, and he gives a respectful bow to the fans, acknowledging their support.)
(Matthews rolls out of the ring, exhausted and disappointed, while Satake remains in the center, taking in the moment. Just as he steps toward the ropes to exit—)
[BLACKOUT.]
(A stunned silence falls over the arena. The only sounds are murmurs from the crowd and the hum of static over the speakers. A few seconds stretch into eternity before—)
[THE LIGHTS RETURN.]
(Gasps echo throughout the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Satake is down. Face-first on the mat. Motionless.)
(The triumphant warrior who had just stood tall is now completely laid out. The referee is frozen in shock, looking around in confusion. The fans buzz with questions—who did this? How? When?)
(Suddenly, medical personnel rush down the ramp, sliding into the ring to check on Satake. The commentary team is just as stunned as the audience.)
Zac Brindle: “What the hell just happened?! The lights go out for a few seconds, and when they come back, Satake is out cold!”
Johnny Kaos: “Who did this?! We didn’t see a damn thing! Somebody took him out in the dark, and I don’t like it, Zac!”
(The medics check on Satake, shining a flashlight in his eyes as the camera zooms in on his unmoving face. The crowd is in an uproar, searching for any sign of who might be responsible. But there’s no one in sight. No hints. No clues. Just the eerie, unsettling image of a fallen warrior as confusion reigns supreme.)
(With no answers, the show fades to black, leaving the audience in suspense as Uprising 114 comes to a shocking end.)
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