P:V Uprising 115
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
22nd March 2025
(Live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Sanctioned Violence Network presents another explosive edition of PV Uprising! The cameras pan across the packed crowd, signs waving in the air, the energy electric as we are just one week away from the highly anticipated Deadly Habits pay-per-view! The stakes couldn’t be higher, and tonight, tensions are bound to explode!)
(At ringside, the voices of PV—Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos—are ready to welcome fans watching around the world.)
Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PV Uprising, just one week away from Deadly Habits! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside Johnny Kaos, and we have a massive night ahead of us—”
(Suddenly, the roar of the crowd drowns him out as the unmistakable music of PV Heavyweight Champion ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia blasts through the speakers!)
(Garcia storms down the ramp, eyes filled with fire, the championship slung over his shoulder. There’s no celebration, no taunting—just pure, unfiltered anger. He snatches a microphone from the timekeeper and paces the ring like a caged animal.)
Adam Garcia: “I ain’t in the mood for talking. Somebody jumped me last week and took me out of my own main event! I don’t care who it was—Caleb Knox, Masafumi Satake, hell, maybe even JVD himself—but what I do care about is fighting! So if the coward who did it has the balls, get out here right now!”
(The crowd cheers, eager for a confrontation. For a moment, there’s silence. Then—)
“The Dark Horse” Darrell Robles’ music hits. The boos rain down as the powerhouse steps onto the stage, dressed in his ring gear, with his cunning manager Hellbender by his side. Microphone in hand, Robles shakes his head with a smirk.*
Darrell Robles: *“Whoa, whoa, slow down there, Champ. I hate to break it to you, but I had nothing to do with that little *accident* last week. Now, if it were me? I wouldn’t have left you breathing.”*
(Hellbender chuckles as Robles takes a few steps forward, his arrogance on full display.)
Darrell Robles: “But you want a fight? You want to take out that frustration? How about you step in the ring with me, so I can embarrass you before you go and lose that belt next week?”
(Garcia doesn’t hesitate, throwing off his jacket and yelling for Robles to get in the ring. The fans are on their feet as a referee rushes down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Robles exchanges a glance with Hellbender before smirking and making his way down the ramp.)
Johnny Kaos: “Oh man, we’re kicking things off with a fight, Zac!”
Zac Brindle: “Garcia wanted answers, but he’s getting Darrell Robles instead! It’s non-title, but you know Robles would love to knock off the champ just days before Deadly Habits!”
(As Robles enters the ring, the referee calls for the bell—PV Uprising 115 is officially underway!)
Single Match
Adam Garcia vs. Darrell Robles
Backstage
No Forgiveness
(Backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, the camera follows the arrival of Masafumi Satake, the #1 contender for the PV Heavyweight Championship. Dressed in his usual sharp yet understated attire, the warrior walks with quiet determination through the backstage entrance. The moment he steps inside, he is met by Elena Cruz, microphone in hand, ready to get his thoughts ahead of next week’s title match.)
Elena Cruz: “Masafumi, welcome to Uprising. You don’t have a match tonight, but after what happened last week, I have to ask—do you have any idea who attacked you after your match?”
(Satake pauses, his expression unreadable, before exhaling through his nose and shaking his head slightly.)
Masafumi Satake: “No. But it doesn’t matter.”
(Elena looks surprised by his response, but Satake continues, his voice steady and focused.)
Masafumi Satake: “What matters is that in one week, I am walking into Deadly Habits, and I am beating Adam Garcia for the PV Heavyweight Championship. I have fought too long and too hard to let a coward in the dark stop me now.”
(He adjusts the strap of his bag over his shoulder, his jaw tightening slightly.)
Masafumi Satake: “Whoever attacked me will reveal themselves soon enough. And when they do, they will learn that I do not forget… and I do not forgive.”
(With that, Satake gives Elena a respectful nod before walking past her, disappearing down the hallway. The camera lingers on Elena for a moment, as she watches him leave, before cutting away.)
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Boyd Jackson
Backstage
Tune Up
(Backstage in the office of PV General Manager James Von Drake, the door swings open as the Starr Brothers—the cocky, self-assured Darren and Simon—strut in like they own the place. Both are dressed in their signature flashy jackets, their PV Tag Team Championships slung arrogantly over their shoulders.)
Darren Starr: “JVD! Just the man we were looking for.”
Simon Starr: “We’re one week away from Deadly Habits, where we once again prove that we are the undisputed, unbeatable, untouchable kings of tag team wrestling.”
Darren Starr: “And because we are fighting champions, we figured we’d do you a favor and put on a little warm-up match tonight. You know, just to keep ourselves loose. Nothing crazy.”
Simon Starr: “So how about this—we’ll take on the Ordinary Gentlemen. It’ll be a nice, easy tune-up before we embarass Anarchy Alliance next week.”
(Von Drake, leaning back in his chair, smirks as he listens to them talk. He steeples his fingers, nodding along as if considering it, before shaking his head.)
James Von Drake: “You know what, boys? I like the idea of you having a match tonight.”
(The Starr Brothers grin, giving each other a confident nod.)
James Von Drake: “But if you’re going to have a warm-up, it should be against someone who the fans want to see you fight. So instead of the Ordinary Gentlemen… you’re facing Rebel Society.”
(The smiles instantly vanish from the Starr Brothers’ faces.)
Darren Starr: “Wait, hold on—”
Simon Starr: “That’s not what we—”
(Von Drake cuts them off, already turning back to his paperwork.)
James Von Drake: “That match is next. So I suggest you quit whining and get to the ring.”
(Darren and Simon stand there, dumbfounded, exchanging frustrated looks before storming out of the office. The camera follows them into the hallway as they mutter to each other.)
Simon Starr: “This is ridiculous. Rebel Society? Really?”
Darren Starr: “We’re gonna make quick work of them, and then we’re going to do the same thing next week to Anarchy Alliance.”
(The two adjust their title belts, trying to shake off their frustration as they head toward the entrance curtain, preparing for an unexpected fight.)
Non Title Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. The Starr Brothers
Backstage
The Right Way
(Backstage, Elena Cruz stands in front of the PV interview set, microphone in hand. Beside her is Elijah Drake, the PV legend who, despite his status, has been struggling to regain momentum. Dressed in his ring gear, Drake looks focused but with a hint of frustration behind his eyes.)
Elena Cruz: “Elijah, tonight, you go one-on-one with Rex Stone in our main event. But there’s been a lot of talk—especially from Caleb Knox—about whether or not you have the killer instinct to ever win the big one. Do you think he’s getting inside your head?”
(Drake exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders as he glares off to the side, clearly irritated by the question. After a pause, he turns back to Cruz.)
Elijah Drake: “Getting in my head? No. Knox can run his mouth all he wants, but let’s be real here—he’s trying to convince himself that he’s better than me. He thinks that because I don’t cut corners, because I don’t take cheap shots, that I don’t have what it takes to be champion?” (He scoffs) “That’s a joke.”
(Drake runs a hand through his beard, his tone growing more defensive.)
Elijah Drake: “Look, next week at Deadly Habits, I’m gonna shut Knox up. I’m gonna prove that I still belong at the top, and then? Then I’ll earn another shot at the Heavyweight Championship.” (He pauses, jaw tightening) “And I’ll do it the right way.”
(Despite his words, there’s a flicker of doubt in Drake’s expression—like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Cruz or the audience. Cruz picks up on it but doesn’t push. Instead, she nods as Drake takes a deep breath, composing himself before walking off, leaving the question lingering in the air as the camera fades out.)
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Henry Steele
Ringside
Battle Lines
(The bell rings, signaling the end of the match as Henry Steele stands tall over James Mendoza, his hand raised in victory. The crowd rains down boos, but Steele doesn’t care—he only smirks as he looms over Mendoza, his fists clenched.)
(Then, without hesitation, Steele stomps down hard on Mendoza’s ribs, drawing even louder jeers from the audience. He drags Mendoza up by his hair and hurls him into the corner, where he begins driving stiff knee strikes into his midsection.)
Zac Brindle: “Oh, come on! Henry Steele has already won the damn match—this is just unnecessary!”
Johnny Kaos: “Unnecessary? This is dominance, Zac. Steele isn’t just here to win; he’s here to send a message!”
(Just then, Cherry Bordeaux’s music hits, and the crowd erupts as she sprints down the ramp! The Blonde Bombshell slides under the ropes and charges at Steele, swinging wildly—but Steele barely flinches as he shoves her down hard onto the mat!)
(Cherry scrambles back to her feet, but Steele catches her mid-charge and plants her with a brutal spinebuster in the center of the ring! The fans groan as Cherry writhes in pain, and Steele lets out a low chuckle, towering over her fallen body.)
Zac Brindle: “Damn it! She tried to help, but Henry Steele just manhandled her like she was nothing!”
(Before Steele can inflict more damage, the arena erupts again as Dash Diaz’s music hits!)
(Steel chair in hand, “The Standard” Dash Diaz sprints down the ramp! Steele turns, eyes narrowing, as Diaz slides into the ring and swings the chair with full force! Steele barely manages to duck, rolling out of the ring just in time!)
(The crowd explodes as Diaz paces around the ring, steel chair in hand, daring Steele to come back and fight! Steele smirks from ringside, backing up the ramp as Diaz glares at him, seething with fury.)
Dash Diaz (shouting): “You want to beat on people who can’t fight back?! Next week at Deadly Habits, you try that on me!”
(The fans roar as Steele merely cracks his neck, giving Diaz a cold, almost amused stare before turning and walking up the ramp. In the ring, Diaz kneels beside Cherry Bordeaux, checking on her as the crowd cheers loudly. The camera lingers on Diaz, gripping the steel chair tightly, eyes locked on Steele as the battle lines are drawn for next week’s pay-per-view showdown!)
(Fade to commercial.)
Backstage
Golden
(Backstage, Elena Cruz stands in front of the PV interview backdrop, microphone in hand. Beside her, “The Wayward Traveller” Bernard Wolfe adjusts the cuffs of his worn leather jacket, his usual calm intensity burning in his eyes.)
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is Bernard Wolfe. Bernard, we are just one week away from the Deadly Habits pay-per-view, and after weeks of fighting back against Midas and Katya Roux’s mind games, you are finally getting your shot at the PV Television Championship. What’s going through your mind as we head into this huge title match?”
(Wolfe exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his beard as he collects his thoughts.)
Bernard Wolfe: “Elena, for weeks, I’ve had to deal with Midas running his mouth, hiding behind Katya Roux, and jumping people after the bell rings. I’ve watched him treat that Television Championship like it’s some cheap trophy to show off instead of the badge of honor it’s supposed to be.”
(He pauses, his expression hardening.)
Bernard Wolfe: “Midas calls himself ‘golden, untouchable, the future of this business.’ But you know what I see? I see a coward who only fights when the odds are stacked in his favor. I see a man who isn’t a champion—he’s just a fraud hiding behind a belt he doesn’t deserve.”
(The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering through the monitors as Wolfe continues.)
Bernard Wolfe: “But next week, there’s no more running. No more sneak attacks. No more hiding. Because at Deadly Habits, I finally get him one-on-one, and I’m gonna take that title from him the right way—in the center of that ring.”
(He steps closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a firm, deadly serious tone.)
Bernard Wolfe: “Midas… I hope you hold that belt tight. I hope you polish it up real nice. Because in seven days, it’s coming with me. And when I walk out of Deadly Habits as the new PV Television Champion… maybe then, you’ll finally understand what it really means to be golden.”
(Wolfe turns and walks off, leaving Elena Cruz watching as the camera fades out on his determined expression.)
Single Match
Elijah Drake vs. Rex Stone
Ringside
Killer
(The crowd in the Crimson Club Casino Arena rises to their feet as Elijah Drake stands tall in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory after a hard-fought battle against Rex Stone. The legend breathes heavily, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, while Stone pushes himself up from the mat, clearly feeling the effects of the match.)
(Rex Stone, the young and hungry Canadian competitor, steps forward. He rubs his jaw, nodding in reluctant respect, then extends a hand to Drake. The crowd watches closely, murmuring in anticipation.)
(Drake looks down at the offered handshake, his hands resting on his hips. For a moment, his expression is unreadable. He shifts his gaze toward the crowd as they cheer loudly, urging him to accept. The hesitation lingers—is this what a killer does?)
(Finally, Drake lets out a breath, nods slightly, and accepts the handshake. The arena erupts in applause as the two men exchange a mutual nod before Stone rolls out of the ring, leaving Drake to soak in the moment.)
(Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage.)
(Standing in front of a monitor, watching the scene unfold, is Caleb Knox. The ‘Iron Heart’ leans forward slightly, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He shakes his head, amused, as if watching Drake confirm everything he’s been saying about him for weeks.)
(Knox mutters something under his breath before glancing toward the camera, the smirk still present, as if he already knows the outcome of their clash next week at Deadly Habits.)
(The show fades to black on the image of Caleb Knox’s satisfied expression, with the words “Elijah Drake vs. Caleb Knox – One Week Away” flashing across the screen.)
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