P:V Uprising 120
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
3rd May 2025
The camera swoops over the roaring Atlantic City crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena as spotlights cut through the haze and the pulse of heavy rock music sets the tone. Fireworks erupt from the stage as the crowd chants “P! V! P! V!”
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“Welcome, fight fans, to another explosive night of Project Violence — this is Uprising 120, and we are live on the Sanctioned Violence Network from the legendary Crimson Club Casino Arena in Atlantic City, New Jersey!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“Buckle up, Zac! The Ascension Tournament rolls on with two high-stakes quarter-final bouts — Iron Heart Caleb Knox faces the unshakable Rex Stone, and Japan’s own Rising Dragon Takeshi Kobayashi squares off against the ever-dangerous Dash Diaz!”
Zac Brindle:
“And speaking of dangerous, in tonight’s main event, it’s personal — Bernard Wolfe goes one-on-one with the man who’s been causing chaos week after week: Elijah Drake!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Drake’s war with Adam Garcia has scorched everything in its path, and we’re gonna see more fallout tonight as Garcia collides with the gold-hungry former TV Champion Midas!”
Zac Brindle:
“Plus, tag team fireworks when Anarchy Alliance look to bounce back as they face the Starr Brothers in a rematch — can Rigg and Ellis get back on the path to tag team gold?”
Johnny Kaos:
“And what’s going on with Cherry Bordeaux? She’s still furious that her man, the Steel Fortress Henry Steele, was left out of the Ascension Tournament. Will she confront GM James Von Drake again tonight?”
Zac Brindle:
“Drama, violence, and championship dreams — it’s all coming your way right now on PV Uprising 120!”
The camera cuts to the stage as the opening match graphic flashes and the crowd rises to their feet, ready for another chaotic night of Project Violence.
Ascension Tournament Quarter Final Match
Caleb Knox vs. Rex Stone
Backstage
The Dragon vs The Standard
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands smiling brightly in front of a Project Violence backdrop, her phone already in hand as she streams the segment live to her followers.
Elena Cruz:
“Heyyy PV Universe! Elena Cruz here — and I am LIVE with one of your absolute faves — the one and only, ‘The Standard’ Dash Diaz! Dash, you’re just moments away from your Ascension Tournament quarter-final match against Rising Sun Pro’s own ‘Rising Dragon’ Takeshi Kobayashi! How are you feeling?”
Dash Diaz steps in, hoodie pulled low over his brow, confidence radiating off him as always. He adjusts the tape on his wrists and cracks his neck, ready for war.
Dash Diaz:
“Y’know Elena, everyone keeps talking about how dangerous Kobayashi is — and hey, I get it. He’s fast, he’s technical, he kicks like a truck. But I didn’t get to the quarter-finals by accident. I’m ‘The Standard’ for a reason. I’ve taken on the best from all over the world — and tonight, I’m not backing down. Kobayashi’s good… but I’m better. I’m walking out with my hand raised and my path to Ascension still wide open.”
Elena Cruz: (grinning)
“Oooh, I love the confidence. And you heard it here first, people — Dash Diaz is ready to bring the heat! Hashtag DiazDominates!”
Suddenly, the mood shifts as Takeshi Kobayashi steps into frame, still in his ring gear, eyes narrowed with cold intensity. He glares at Diaz and speaks rapid-fire in Japanese, the tone sharp and disrespectful.
Takeshi Kobayashi:
「お前は“スタンダード”？笑わせるな。今日はお前の幻想を俺がぶち壊してやる。」
(“You call yourself ‘The Standard’? Don’t make me laugh. Tonight, I destroy your little illusion.”)
Diaz doesn’t flinch, stepping forward with a smirk.
Dash Diaz:
“I don’t know what you said, but I’m guessing it wasn’t a compliment. Let’s find out who the real standard is — in the ring.”
The two lock eyes for a tense moment before Kobayashi scoffs and walks off camera. Elena flashes the camera a wide-eyed “drama alert” expression.
Elena Cruz:
“Y’all… it’s about to get real. Let’s GO!”
Camera fades out as Diaz heads toward the gorilla position, focused and ready.
Ascension Tournament Quarter Final Match
Takeshi Kobayashi vs. Dash Diaz
Backstage
Another Easy Win
The scene opens in the plush backstage lounge of the Crimson Club Casino Arena. A neon-lit “PV Uprising” sign glows behind Elena Cruz, who stands front and center with her phone in selfie-mode for her livestream, grinning brightly for her audience.
Elena Cruz:
“Heyyyy PV Universe! Elena Cruz here, and I’ve got someone very controversial joining me right now — he’s the reigning IPWA International Heavyweight Champion, and in just four weeks at the Ascension PPV, he’ll challenge Masafumi Satake for the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship… please welcome, Jean Louis Duval!”
The camera pans out as Jean Louis Duval strolls into frame in a sharp designer suit, draped in his IPWA title, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He barely acknowledges Elena as he adjusts his cufflinks, smirking arrogantly.
Elena Cruz:
“So Jean Louis, everyone’s wondering — how are you preparing for the biggest match of your career against one of the most dominant champions in PV history, Masafumi Satake?”
Duval exhales a stream of smoke with theatrical flair, waving off the question dismissively. He speaks only in French, with a smug tone and exaggerated gestures.
Jean Louis Duval:
“Préparer? Pour Satake? Pfftt. Il est peut-être un champion ici, mais moi… je suis une légende vivante. Je suis l’homme qui l’a déjà battu. Je suis Jean Louis Duval. Je n’ai pas besoin de ‘préparation spéciale’ pour affronter un homme que j’ai déjà dépassé.”
(“Prepare? For Satake? Pfftt. He might be a champion here, but I… I am a living legend. I am the man who already beat him. I am Jean Louis Duval. I don’t need ‘special preparation’ for a man I’ve already surpassed.”)
Elena raises an eyebrow, trying to keep up.
Elena Cruz:
“Okayyy… so that’s a no on extra training, I guess? Confidence is, like, off the charts. But Satake’s been on fire since winning the PV title — aren’t you even a little concerned?”
Duval takes another long drag of his cigarette, blows the smoke over his shoulder, and looks directly into the camera with piercing intensity.
Jean Louis Duval:
“Ce que Satake ne comprend pas, c’est que Project Violence n’est plus sous son règne. Une nouvelle ère arrive. Une ère… française.”
(“What Satake doesn’t understand is that Project Violence is no longer under his reign. A new era is coming. A French era.”)
With that, Duval flicks the ash from his cigarette onto the floor, smirks, and walks off — title gleaming on his shoulder.
Elena Cruz: (fanning away the smoke)
“Well… Jean Louis Duval might be rude, but he’s definitely not lacking confidence. PV fans, buckle up — Ascension is gonna be wild!”
Camera fades as Elena checks her phone and dramatically rolls her eyes.
Tag Team Match
Anarchy Alliance vs. The Starr Brothers
Ringside
Now for Real?
The bell rings to a thunderous cheer as Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis — the Anarchy Alliance — have their hands raised in victory. The Starr Brothers — Darren and Simon — roll out of the ring in frustration, clutching their title belts as the crowd roars with approval for the fan favourites.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“The Anarchy Alliance just beat the Project Violence Tag Team Champions in the middle of the ring! What a match!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, but it wasn’t a title match, Zac — and you know the Starr Brothers are gonna use that excuse to keep running.”
In the ring, Ellis grabs a microphone as Rigg climbs the turnbuckle to rally the crowd. The cheers grow even louder as Ellis raises the mic.
Edwin Ellis:
“Atlantic City! Did we just beat the tag team champions?!”
Huge pop from the crowd.
Edwin Ellis:
“Yeah, we thought so. And Starr Brothers — we know you love to talk about being the best, being undisputed, being the faces of this division… but we just proved that you two ain’t untouchable!”
Rigg hops down from the turnbuckle, pacing as he takes the mic.
Stevie Rigg:
“You’ve ducked us before. You brag about beating us at the PPV… but now we’ve returned the favour. So how about we make this official?”
Ellis:
“One more match… you two vs. us… for the Project Violence Tag Team Championships!”
The crowd explodes in approval, chanting “TITLE MATCH! TITLE MATCH!” as the camera cuts to the ramp, where the Starr Brothers are catching their breath, titles slung over their shoulders. Darren holds a mic as Simon adjusts his sunglasses, the crowd booing loudly.
Darren Starr:
“You two want a title shot because you pulled off one win? Please…”
Simon Starr:
“Beating us in a match that doesn’t count? That’s cute.”
The fans boo louder as the Starrs smirk.
Darren Starr:
“But let us think about it for a sec…”
The brothers huddle dramatically, pretending to debate the decision. Simon even mimes flipping a coin. Finally, Darren raises the mic again.
Darren Starr:
“Yeah… it’s a no.”
BOOOOOOOOO!
Simon Starr:
“See you chumps at catering.”
The Starrs laugh and turn their backs, walking up the ramp as the heat rains down from the crowd. In the ring, Rigg and Ellis look frustrated but fired up.
Stevie Rigg:
“This ain’t over.”
Edwin Ellis:
“Not by a long shot.”
The crowd chants “COWARDS! COWARDS!” as the camera fades on the Anarchy Alliance standing tall, staring down the smug champions retreating with their gold.
Backstage
One Goal
The Project Violence logo flashes across the screen before cutting to a backstage interview setup. Elena Cruz, phone in hand livestreaming to her followers, grins at the camera with her signature flair.
Elena Cruz:
“Heyyy PV Universe, it’s your girl Elena Cruz here — and I’m backstage with the man everyone’s been talking about… the ‘Mad Bull’ himself, Adam Garcia!”
Big pop from the live crowd watching on the big screen. Garcia, intense as always, stands beside her, arms crossed, his eyes full of fire.
Elena Cruz:
“Adam, tonight you’re facing one of the most dangerous men in Project Violence — Midas — the mute monster with a body count longer than my followers list. How are you feeling going into this one?”
Adam Garcia:
(gruff, focused)
“Elena… I don’t back down from anyone. Midas? He’s a beast. I know what he’s capable of. But I’ve been in wars. I’ve been through hell to hold that Heavyweight Title… and I’ll go through hell again to get it back.”
Elena Cruz:
“Speaking of the title — you were robbed of it by Elijah Drake. Is revenge still your top priority?”
Adam Garcia:
(nods)
“Elijah Drake thinks he got one over on me… but this isn’t over. Not by a long shot. My match with Midas? I’m going to win — for the fans, for myself… but Elijah?”
(leans into the camera)
“I’m coming for you. Every second I breathe, I’m thinking about making you pay.”
Before Garcia can say more, a slow, sarcastic clap echoes down the hallway. Stepping into frame is Katya Roux — elegant, cunning, and oozing arrogance. She flashes Garcia a sly smile.
Katya Roux:
“Touching. Really.”
(smirks)
“But before you go off chasing your revenge fairytale, you might want to focus on the reality standing in front of you tonight.”
She gestures vaguely behind her, as if summoning the dark presence of Midas with mere words.
Katya Roux:
“You see, Adam… my client doesn’t care about your personal vendettas. He doesn’t care about what Elijah Drake did. He only cares about pain… and tonight, yours.”
She steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
Katya Roux:
“If you take your eyes off Midas for even one second, you might not make it out of the ring alive.”
With a wink, Katya turns and struts away, leaving a tense silence behind. Garcia clenches his fists, jaw set, the fire in his eyes burning even brighter.
Adam Garcia:
“…Let’s see if the ‘monster’ can bleed.”
Garcia storms off toward the gorilla position as Elena turns back to the camera, wide-eyed.
Elena Cruz:
“You heard it here first, PV Universe. Things are about to get violent!”
Cut to black.
Single Match
Adam Garcia vs. Midas
Backstage
No Steele?
The camera cuts to the hallway outside the General Manager’s office. The door suddenly bursts open as Cherry Bordeaux — the fiery, flirtatious ‘Blonde Bombshell’ — storms inside in a designer jacket and heels clicking with every furious step. Her lips are curled in a scowl as she slams the door shut behind her.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Alright, Von Drake — we need to talk. Now.”
Behind the desk sits James Von Drake, the no-nonsense Project Violence GM. He doesn’t look up right away, calmly reviewing a folder. Cherry taps her heel impatiently.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Two weeks, JVD. Two. Weeks. And still no match for Henry Steele? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how hot he is right now — and I mean career-wise, obviously. He’s undefeated, he’s terrifying, and he’s everything your show needs!”
Von Drake sighs and finally looks up, clearly annoyed.
James Von Drake:
“Cherry… you’re not the first person barging into my office demanding airtime for their client. I’ve had four different people in here today. You want Steele to prove himself? Fine.”
He flips a sheet of paper toward her across the desk.
James Von Drake:
“Next week. Henry Steele vs. Teddy Rush. One-on-one. No excuses.”
Cherry raises an unimpressed eyebrow, slowly picking up the paper.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“…Teddy Rush? That’s the best you can do? Please. Steele could flatten him without even cracking his knuckles.”
She rolls her eyes, turns on her heel and struts toward the door, pausing only to flash a fake smile over her shoulder.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Don’t blink next week, Von Drake. The Steel Fortress is going to make sure you notice him.”
She slams the door on her way out as Von Drake mutters under his breath and goes back to his paperwork.
[CUT TO BLACK.]
Non Title Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Elijah Drake
Ringside
On the Run
The bell rings and the crowd immediately erupts into a chorus of boos as Elijah Drake stands tall in the ring, having just pinned Bernard Wolfe in a brutal non-title match. Wolfe, the reigning TV Champion known as The Wayward Traveller, lies dazed on the mat, clutching his ribs as Drake circles him like a vulture.
With a smug grin on his face, Drake slowly picks up Wolfe’s TV Championship belt from the mat. He stares at it with a dangerous glint in his eyes, then looks down at Wolfe, who is beginning to stir. The crowd senses what’s coming.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Oh, come on—don’t do it, Drake! This match is over!”
Johnny Kaos:
“He’s not done making a statement, Zac. This is about sending a message to Wolfe… and everyone else.”
Drake backs into the corner, TV Title in hand, waiting like a predator ready to pounce. The boos grow louder, but suddenly—
♫ Crowd POPS HUGE ♫
The Mad Bulls music blasts over the PA system!
The fans go wild as Adam Garcia — The Mad Bull himself — SPRINTS down the ramp, eyes locked on Elijah Drake like a missile. Drake’s expression instantly shifts from smug to panicked. He drops the title belt, looks around wildly, and bolts from the ring just as Garcia slides in!
Zac Brindle:
“Garcia’s here! And Elijah Drake wants no part of him tonight!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Smart move, if you ask me! Garcia’s been waiting weeks to get his hands on him properly and get some revenge, last weeks tag match clearly didn’t satisfy his appetite!”
Drake scrambles through the crowd, fans jeering and throwing insults as he makes his escape up the arena steps. Garcia stands tall in the ring, jaw clenched and breathing heavy, daring Drake to come back. He picks up the TV Title, looks at it briefly, then kneels next to Wolfe to check on him, glaring up at the retreating Drake the entire time.
The show goes off the air with the camera focused on Adam Garcia — still boiling with rage — while Elijah Drake stares back from the crowd, grinning like a man who knows the war has only just begun.
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