P:V Uprising 119
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
26th April 2025
The camera opens to the Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, NJ, with the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The energy is palpable as fans cheer and chant, ready for another thrilling night of Project Violence action.
Zac Brindle:
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to PV Uprising 119 here live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena in the heart of Atlantic City, New Jersey! I’m Zac Brindle, and alongside me tonight is my partner in crime, Johnny Kaos! Tonight is gonna be a night you won’t forget, folks!”
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s right, Zac! We’ve got a packed card tonight, and it’s all about the Ascension Tournament as the road to a future PV Heavyweight Championship shot begins! Every match matters, and everyone in that tournament has something to prove!”
Zac Brindle:
“Absolutely, Johnny. We’re starting off with a banger in the Ascension Tournament with Sol Dorado, the beloved luchador from Lucha de Cinco Estrellas, facing Gabriel Cross, the high-flying sensation from Project Violence! And if Dorado can get past Cross, he’ll be one step closer to a shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And if that wasn’t enough, how about ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino—former sVo Heavyweight Champion—taking on the brash Brandon Snyder! Domino’s got history in the ring, but Snyder’s gonna show him just how dangerous he can be. A big test for both men in the tournament!”
Zac Brindle:
“Then, we’ve got a match between two of the most exciting athletes in the tournament—Rhys Morgan from Dynasty Wrestling in the UK faces off against the gritty Dutch Ramirez. Morgan’s known for his high-flying style, but Ramirez has the edge when it comes to raw power!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Not to mention, Sombrio, the devious Mexican heel luchador from LdCE, is set to face off against James Mendoza in what is sure to be a high-intensity battle! Sombrio has been causing chaos wherever he goes, but Mendoza is no slouch!”
Zac Brindle:
“And in our main event, we’ll see Adam Garcia finally return after a two-week absence! He’s got a score to settle with Elijah Drake, the man who’s caused him so much trouble. Garcia teams up with the Anarchy Alliance to take on Elijah Drake and the Masters of the Mat in a six-man tag team match. This one’s got fireworks written all over it, Johnny!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Absolutely, Zac. It’s been two weeks since Adam Garcia has been out of action, and now he’s back with a vengeance! But the question on everyone’s mind—what will Elijah Drake have to say about his actions, and what kind of shape is Garcia in after all this time?”
Zac Brindle:
“Tonight, everything is on the line as the Ascension Tournament heats up, and the battle for the PV Heavyweight Championship continues to take shape! Stick with us, folks—it’s gonna be a wild ride!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Get ready for the madness, because it all starts right now, here on PV Uprising 119!”
The camera zooms out as the crowd roars in excitement, and the PV Uprising logo flashes on the screen. The action is about to begin!
Ascension Tournament 1st Round Match
Sol Dorado vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
A Sign of Things to Come
The scene opens backstage at the Crimson Club Casino Arena, where the ever-energetic Elena Cruz stands, her phone in hand snapping a quick selfie before turning to face the camera with a bright smile.
Elena Cruz:
“Hey PV Universe! Elena Cruz here, and I’m backstage with the man of the hour, the current Project Violence Heavyweight Champion—Masafumi Satake!”
The camera pans to show Masafumi Satake, the PV Heavyweight Title slung proudly over his shoulder. He gives a respectful nod to the camera, calm but intense as always.
Elena Cruz:
“Masafumi, last week you took on not one, but two men — Royce Lacroix and HyperNova, members of Jean Louis Duval’s ‘Legion’ — and you still came out on top! Seriously, my followers are still buzzing about it! How are you feeling heading toward your huge title defense at Ascension on May 24th against Duval himself?”
Masafumi Satake:
(with quiet confidence)
“I feel strong. I feel ready. Royce Lacroix and HyperNova thought they could weaken me for Duval… but they only made me sharper. Jean Louis Duval can send as many men as he wants. It doesn’t matter.”
Satake adjusts the title belt on his shoulder, the determination in his eyes unmistakable.
Masafumi Satake:
“At Ascension, I will stand alone against Duval, just like I have stood against every challenge here in Project Violence. He took something from me once before… but this time, he will learn that I am stronger. This title… it stays with me.”
Elena Cruz:
(nodding, visibly impressed)
“You heard it here first, everyone! The champion is locked in and ready to defend his gold, no matter what Duval—or France—throws at him!”
Satake gives a respectful bow toward the camera before calmly walking off, title gleaming under the backstage lights. Elena Cruz turns back to the camera with a big smile.
Elena Cruz:
“Stay tuned, PV fans—Ascension is gonna be epic!”
The scene fades out as Elena quickly pulls out her phone to post another backstage selfie.
Ascension Tournament 1st Round Match
Danny Domino vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
Ready for Victory
The camera fades in backstage where Elena Cruz stands ready with a microphone, practically bouncing with energy as usual. Next to her, looking all business in a worn leather jacket and jeans, is Dutch Ramirez, the tough-as-nails biker.
Elena Cruz:
“Hey PV fans, Elena Cruz here! I’m joined by the ‘Biker’ himself, Dutch Ramirez, who’s moments away from stepping into an Ascension Tournament First Round match against Rhys Morgan! Dutch, you just watched your rival, Danny Domino, pick up a win over Brandon Snyder earlier tonight… any thoughts?”
Dutch leans in slightly, a rough smirk tugging at his lips.
Dutch Ramirez:
“Yeah, I saw it. I saw that punk Domino sneak through to the next round. Good for him. Makes it even sweeter when I beat him later down the line. Knocking that sVo loudmouth out of this tournament? It’s gonna be just as good as winning the whole damn thing.”
Dutch cracks his knuckles with a grim grin, but before he can continue, Rhys Morgan — clad in his ring gear with a confident swagger — steps into frame, interrupting the interview. The Welsh high-flyer fixes Dutch with a sharp stare.
Rhys Morgan:
“Oi, Dutch. I get you’ve got your eyes set on Domino, yeah? But you might wanna keep ‘em on what’s right in front of you first. You’ve gotta get through me before you even think about touching him.”
Ramirez and Morgan square up, the tension thick in the air as Elena Cruz quickly backs up a step with wide eyes.
Rhys Morgan:
“I’m not here to be some stepping stone. I’m here to win this tournament too. So I’ll see you in the ring… biker boy.”
Rhys flashes a confident smirk before walking off, leaving Dutch staring after him, jaw clenched in irritation.
Dutch Ramirez:
(gruffly)
“Big talk. Let’s see if you can back it up, kid.”
Dutch storms off toward the gorilla position as the camera fades to black, building anticipation for their upcoming clash.
Ascension Tournament 1st Round Match
Rhys Morgan vs. Dutch Ramirez
Ringside
Wish Granted
The bell rings, and the crowd roars as Dutch Ramirez gets his hand raised after a hard-fought victory over Rhys Morgan. Both men are breathing heavily, having pushed each other to the limit. Ramirez looks down at Morgan for a moment, then extends his hand.
After a brief pause, Morgan accepts, and the two shake hands in the middle of the ring to a loud cheer from the Crimson Club Casino Arena crowd.
Zac Brindle:
“Now that is what PV is all about, Johnny! Mutual respect after a hell of a battle!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, yeah, but this isn’t a tea party! Someone better start throwing fists again, c’mon!”
As Ramirez and Morgan nod to each other and prepare to exit the ring, the mood suddenly changes. The crowd’s cheers turn into loud boos as a figure jumps the barricade — it’s ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, steel chair in hand!
Zac Brindle:
“Wait a minute! That’s Danny Domino! He’s coming through the crowd! Somebody stop him!”
Before either Ramirez or Morgan can react, Domino slides into the ring and CRACKS the steel chair across Ramirez’s back with a vicious shot! Ramirez crumples to his knees. Morgan turns around—CRACK!—he gets leveled too!
Johnny Kaos:
“Well, you wanted fists, Johnny — you got a steel chair instead!”
Domino stands tall over both fallen men, a smug sneer on his face as he twirls the chair arrogantly in his hands. The Atlantic City crowd rains down a storm of boos, but Domino soaks it all in like fuel to his fire.
Zac Brindle:
“This is disgusting! Danny Domino just ruined a great moment of respect between two warriors!”
Johnny Kaos:
“He doesn’t care about respect! Domino only cares about one thing — making sure he’s the last man standing in this tournament!”
Security rushes down the entrance ramp, but Domino casually drops the chair, steps out of the ring, and hops back over the barricade, disappearing through the crowd with a cocky smirk, leaving chaos in his wake.
The final shot is of Dutch Ramirez and Rhys Morgan both trying to recover in the ring, glaring toward the crowd where Domino escaped, as the camera fades out.
Backstage
Earn It
Inside the plush but chaotic office of James Von Drake, the PV General Manager is busy reviewing paperwork when the door suddenly swings open with a loud bang. In stomps ‘The Blonde Bombshell’ Cherry Bordeaux, still dressed to the nines but radiating pure fury.
James Von Drake:
“Whoa, whoa! Easy, Cherry! What’s the emergency?”
Cherry Bordeaux: (hands on her hips, glaring)
“The emergency, JVD, is that you seem to have forgotten about the hottest rising star in this entire company — Henry Steele!”
James Von Drake: (sighing, trying to stay calm)
“Cherry, nobody’s forgotten Henry Steele. But he’s still pretty new around here. The Ascension Tournament is for contenders who’ve earned their place in the title picture. Henry’s gotta build that resume before he gets that kind of opportunity.”
Cherry Bordeaux: (fuming, voice rising)
“Earn it?! He already earned it by flattening Dash Diaz at Deadly Habits! What more do you want? Blood? A body count?!”
James Von Drake: (leaning back in his chair, folding his arms)
“I want consistent wins. I want proof he can hang with the best. Tell Henry if he keeps impressing, his shot will come — just not in this tournament.”
Cherry glares at Von Drake like she’s about to explode, then scoffs loudly, flipping her hair back dramatically.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Fine. But don’t cry when Henry bulldozes through your precious roster… and forces you to take notice.”
Without waiting for a response, Bordeaux spins on her heel and storms out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Von Drake just shakes his head with a muttered groan as the scene fades out.
Ascension Tournament 1st Round Match
Sombrio vs. James Mendoza
Backstage
The MAD Bull
The camera cuts backstage to the hallway outside a locker room door marked with a simple star and the name “Adam Garcia” taped underneath it. The Anarchy Alliance — Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis — walk into frame, looking pumped up but focused.
Stevie Rigg: (grinning, slapping his fists together)
“Alright, time to get Mad Bull on the same page. Let’s talk some game plan.”
Edwin Ellis: (nodding)
“Yeah, Drake and the Masters are no joke. Gotta make sure we’re not stepping on each other out there.”
Rigg knocks firmly on the locker room door. A second later, the door swings open violently — and there stands ‘the Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia, radiating pure fury. His eyes are wild, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white.
Adam Garcia: (growling)
“You boys don’t need to worry about tactics.”
Garcia steps out, almost shoving past them with the intensity radiating off him like heat.
Adam Garcia: (snarling)
“There’s only one plan tonight — I’m gonna dismantle Elijah Drake piece by piece… and make him wish he never cost me that Heavyweight Title.”
Without waiting for a response, Garcia storms down the hallway towards the gorilla position, breathing like a bull ready to charge. Rigg and Ellis exchange a quick glance — part impressed, part concerned — before hustling after him.
Stevie Rigg: (half laughing, half serious)
“Guess we’re not calling plays tonight!”
Edwin Ellis: (smirking as they follow)
“Just hold on and try to keep up with the storm.”
The camera follows the trio as they head toward the entrance curtain, the crowd’s roar faintly heard in the background, ready for war.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Adam Garcia & the Anarchy Alliance vs. Elijah Drake & the Masters of the Mat
Ringside
Not Over Yet
The bell rings as the referee raises Adam Garcia’s arm in victory, with Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis celebrating beside him. The crowd roars, but Garcia isn’t interested in celebrating — not for a second. His eyes lock onto Elijah Drake, who is still recovering in the corner.
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Garcia’s team gets the win, but Adam Garcia ain’t done yet!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“He’s got Drake in his sights — this is personal!”
With a guttural roar, Garcia charges across the ring and pounces on Drake, unloading a flurry of fists! The fans are on their feet, screaming with excitement. Drake desperately tries to cover up, but Garcia’s rage is overwhelming.
Suddenly, George Lancaster and Mike Donovan — the Masters of the Mat — rush back into the ring to save their partner for the night! Lancaster grabs Garcia from behind, trying to pull him off — but the ‘Mad Bull’ simply elbows him in the face and sends him sprawling through the ropes! Donovan tries a different approach, diving at Garcia’s legs — but Garcia muscles through and plants him with a brutal spinebuster to the mat!
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Garcia is a one-man wrecking crew!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“He’s running through the Masters like they’re nothing!”
With his backup flattened, Elijah Drake sees his opening — and bails out of the ring, scrambling up the entrance ramp, looking back in panic. The fans boo deafeningly as Drake retreats, refusing to fight!
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Elijah Drake is running for his life!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“And can you blame him? Adam Garcia looks ready to tear him apart!”
In the ring, Garcia seethes, pacing like a caged animal, staring daggers at Drake retreating up the ramp. He grabs the top rope and violently shakes it, the rage pouring out of him as the crowd continues to roar.
The final shot of the night is Adam Garcia, fists clenched, eyes burning, standing tall in the ring — still baying for blood — as Elijah Drake disappears backstage to save himself.
[FADE OUT]
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