P:V Uprising 121
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
10th May 2025
[CAMERA OPENS on a sweeping shot of the raucous Atlantic City crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena. Lights pulse, pyro explodes, and the energy is electric as the camera zooms in on the announce desk.]
Zac Brindle:
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another pulse-pounding edition of Project Violence Uprising — we are live on the Sanctioned Violence Network, and the road to Ascension gets even more dangerous tonight from here in Atlantic City!”
Johnny Kaos:
“That’s right, Zac! We’ve got TV gold on the line, tournament dreams at stake, and a six-man war that could tear this place apart!”
Zac Brindle:
“Tonight’s main event will see PV Heavyweight Champion Masafumi Satake team up with the Anarchy Alliance to take on the smug, scheming Jean Louis Duval and his enforcers, The Legion — just weeks before Duval challenges Satake for the title at Ascension!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Duval’s making power plays, and Satake’s looking to shut them down with fists and fury!”
Zac Brindle:
“Plus, in a match that’s got the whole locker room buzzing — Bernard Wolfe defends his TV Championship against the man everyone’s been talking about for all the wrong reasons… Elijah Drake!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And you know Adam Garcia is watching that one closely — the Mad Bull’s out for revenge after what Drake did to cost him the Heavyweight Title!”
Zac Brindle:
“The Ascension Tournament continues tonight too! Sol Dorado clashes with Danny Domino in a true clash of styles, while Dutch Ramirez and Sombrio go to war with more than just a semi-final spot on the line — Dutch wants to carve a path straight to Domino, and this is step two.”
Johnny Kaos:
“And don’t forget — Henry Steele, the so-called ‘Steel Fortress,’ finally returns to action tonight, with Cherry Bordeauxwatching closely as he squares off against the high-energy Teddy Rush!”
Zac Brindle:
“The stakes are rising, the rivalries are boiling, and the violence is sanctioned — this is PV UPRISING 121 and it starts… right now!”
Ascension Tournament Quarter Final Match
Sol Dorado vs. Danny Domino
Backstage
The camera cuts to the bustling backstage area, where interviewer Elena Cruz stands in front of the PV backdrop, holding her microphone with one hand and her phone in the other, mid-Instagram scroll. She looks up and beams as the camera goes live.
Elena Cruz:
“Okay, hey PV fans! I’m backstage with the one and only ‘Biker’ Dutch Ramirez, and Dutch—you just watched Danny Domino defeat Sol Dorado in the opening quarterfinal match of the Ascension Tournament. That means if you can beat Sombrio tonight, it’ll finally be you and Domino in the semi-finals. Thoughts?”
Dutch Ramirez steps into frame, cracking his knuckles, leather cut creaking slightly. He grins beneath his thick beard, the unmistakable fire of a brewing storm in his eyes.
Dutch Ramirez:
“Been a long time comin’, Elena. Domino’s been runnin’ his mouth since the second he showed up here from Vegas. I’ve wanted to shut it for weeks. Now I’ve got a chance to do it in the middle of the ring… but first—” he jabs a finger toward the camera “—I’ve gotta get through Sombrio.”
Dutch paces slightly, adrenaline building.
Dutch Ramirez:
“I’m not lookin’ past that masked freak. He’s dangerous, unpredictable… but he ain’t stoppin’ me tonight. I’ve got one thing on my mind, and that’s wreckin’ Danny Domino in the semis, then movin’ on to the finals. You hear that, Domino? I’m comin’ for you.”
He turns back to Elena.
Dutch Ramirez:
“But first, I gotta ride through a storm. Sombrio? Let’s dance.”
Dutch walks off with purpose, heading toward the gorilla position. Elena turns back to the camera with a bright grin, clearly already typing something up for her socials.
Elena Cruz:
“Okayyy, big words from the Biker! But will Dutch get the showdown he wants, or will Sombrio derail his road to Ascension? Stick around, PV fans!”
Camera fades out as we head back to ringside.
Ascension Tournament Quarter Final Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Sombrio
Backstage
The camera cuts to a dimly lit hallway backstage. The crowd watching on the Sanctioned Violence Network erupts in boosas the shot reveals none other than “The Legendary” Elijah Drake, lacing up his boots and adjusting his wrist tape in front of a mirror. He smirks at his own reflection, the confidence oozing from every inch of his posture.
Drake stands tall, dressed and ready for his TV Championship match against Bernard Wolfe coming up next, having defeated Wolfe in a non-title bout the week before.
Elijah Drake:
(to himself)
“One title down. One more to go. Time to take what should’ve always been mine…”
Before he can finish that thought—WHAM!—Drake is blindsided and tackled hard to the ground by Adam Garcia! The crowd ROARS from the arena as Garcia rains down fists with fury.
Adam Garcia:
“You think I forgot what you did to me?! You cost me the Heavyweight Title, Drake! You think I’m gonna let you just stroll out there and win gold tonight?!”
Garcia continues to pummel Drake, slamming him into nearby crates. Drake tries to fight back, but Garcia is unhinged, fueled by revenge. Suddenly, security swarms the scene along with General Manager James Von Drake, who yells over the chaos.
James Von Drake:
“Enough! Get them apart! NOW!”
Security pulls Garcia off Drake, who’s now clutching his ribs, wincing in pain but still defiantly glaring at his attacker. Von Drake turns his attention to Drake, clearly frustrated.
James Von Drake:
“Elijah, you’re in no condition to compete. I’m pulling the match—”
Elijah Drake:
(cutting him off, snarling through clenched teeth)
“No. No, you’re not. I’m not letting him take this from me too. I want that match. I don’t care if I’ve got one arm—I’m walking out there and I’m walking out champion.”
The fans boo loudly in the background as security continues to hold Garcia back, the Mad Bull still seething, shouting down the hallway at Drake.
Adam Garcia:
“This isn’t over, Drake! You’re gonna bleed for what you did to me!”
Drake, breathing heavy, pushes off a crate and stands tall once again, wounded but determined. He straightens his gear and begins limping toward the curtain as the segment fades out.
Zac Brindle (from commentary):
“Good God! Elijah Drake might be hurt, but he’s still walking into a TV Title match next! After that assault, how can he even compete?”
Johnny Kaos:
“If he walks out with the gold tonight, it might be the most legendary thing he’s ever done. But Bernard Wolfe is no slouch—this is going to be war!”
Cut to commercial.
TV Championship Match
Bernard Wolfe (c) vs. Elijah Drake
Backstage
The screen fades in to the backstage interview set, where the ever-glamorous and phone-in-hand Elena Cruz stands beaming into the camera, clearly thrilled to be trending live.
Elena Cruz:
“Hey PV Nation, it’s your girl Elena Cruz, and I am backstage with the man who is absolutely lighting up the timeline tonight—‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia!”
The crowd watching from the arena pops as Adam Garcia steps into frame, still breathing heavy from earlier, a satisfied smirk across his face. Behind them, a monitor replays the closing moments of Elijah Drake losing his TV Title match to Bernard Wolfe—with the earlier attack by Garcia clearly playing a major role.
Elena Cruz:
“Adam, we all just saw what went down. You jumped Elijah Drake before his title match… and now, no surprise, he came up short. Care to explain what that was all about?”
Adam Garcia:
(smirking, cracking his knuckles)
“Explain it? Elena, I think it explained itself. Elijah Drake cost me the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship. Tonight? I returned the favour.”
The crowd cheers from the arena, sensing Garcia’s vengeance is far from over.
Adam Garcia:
“I said I was going to make sure he didn’t leave with gold—and that’s exactly what I did. And now… now it’s my turn to call the shots.”
Elena Cruz:
“Ohhh! Okay, okay! So what’s next then? Are you going to make it Insta-official?”
Adam Garcia:
(leaning toward the camera)
“Elijah… at Ascension, I don’t want a pinfall. I don’t want a knockout. I want to look you in the eyes when you finally break.
I want a submission match—just you and me.
No running. No hiding. No excuses.
I’m going to make you tap out, and everyone’s going to watch you fold like the coward you really are.”
The crowd pops loud from the arena as Garcia glares into the camera, fire burning in his eyes.
Elena Cruz:
“Whew! You heard it here first, folks—Garcia wants Drake at Ascension in a submission match! Will Drake accept? I’ll keep you posted… as soon as I get a WiFi signal.”
Garcia walks off confidently as the camera zooms in on Elena’s phone screen with “#MadBullSubmission” already trending.
Cut to ringside.
Single Match
Henry Steele vs. Teddy Rush
Ringside
The bell rings with a loud clang as the referee raises Henry Steele’s arm in victory after a brutally fast and dominant win over Teddy Rush. The crowd is stunned into silence, watching as the towering “Steel Fortress” stands over Rush like an unmoving statue of destruction.
“The Blonde Bombshell” Cherry Bordeaux slides into the ring in heels and a glittering gold jacket, clapping slowly with a venomous smirk. She snatches a mic from the timekeeper and storms to center ring.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Well, well, well… would you look at that?!
Another victim, another so-called ‘rising star’ folded up and left twitching at the feet of my monster!”
Boos rise from the crowd as Steele glares around the ring, fists clenched, eyes burning.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“James Von Drake! I hope you’re watching from your cushy little office, because this is what you’ve been ignoring.
This is what happens when you keep the most dangerous man in Project Violence locked in a cage too long!”
She points down at the motionless Teddy Rush.
Cherry Bordeaux:
“And as far as I’m concerned? This match isn’t over.”
The fans boo louder as Bordeaux turns to Steele and shouts:
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Crush him, Henry. Send the message. Make sure Von Drake never overlooks you again!”
Without hesitation, Steele yanks Teddy Rush off the canvas like a ragdoll, lifts him up… and drills him with a second thunderous Spinequake Slam, leaving Rush flat on the mat. The referee pleads with Steele to stop, but Bordeaux just laughs.
Security finally begins to rush down the ramp as Cherry grabs the mic again and screams:
Cherry Bordeaux:
“You don’t build an empire without leaving some bodies behind—and next time?
There won’t be anyone left to carry Rush out of here!”
Steele stands tall, unbothered as officials and medics slide into the ring to tend to Rush. The camera zooms in on Bordeaux’s smug face as she mouths: “Your move, Von Drake.”
Cut to commercial.
Backstage
The camera fades in on the office of General Manager James Von Drake, who looks visibly stressed—papers scattered, headset half-on, half-off. The door bursts open without a knock, and in strut the Starr Brothers—Darren and Simon—the reigning Project Violence Tag Team Champions. Both are dressed in designer gear, title belts slung arrogantly over their shoulders.
Darren Starr:
“Jimmy! Big man! We’ve been patient long enough. The people are begging to know who the champs are defending against at Ascension, and more importantly, so are we.”
Simon Starr:
“Because we don’t just hand out title shots like candy, mate. We’re not some charity case. We’re stars—literally!”
Von Drake sighs deeply and leans forward, clearly at the end of his patience.
James Von Drake:
“You really want to know? Fine. At Ascension, you’ll be defending the PV Tag Team Titles against… the Anarchy Alliance.”
The brothers go wide-eyed and immediately explode in protest.
Darren Starr:
“What?! We already beat those grease-stained punks—”
Simon Starr:
“Non-title they might have won, sure, but that was a fluke! A technical error! You can’t be serious!”
James Von Drake (cutting them off, voice raised):
“I am serious. They beat you fair and square, and around here, wins matter. Especially against the champions.”
The Starrs continue to complain, but Von Drake slams a folder shut and stands up.
James Von Drake:
“I’ve got a hundred other fires to put out, so unless you’re volunteering to take a night off and forfeit the belts—get out of my office.”
The brothers fume but know better than to push it further. Darren scoffs and turns to leave first, while Simon glares back one last time.
Simon Starr:
“This isn’t over.”
James Von Drake (muttering as they leave):
“It never is with you two.”
The camera lingers on Von Drake rubbing his temples as the scene fades out.
Backstage
The camera fades in on the ever-energetic Elena Cruz, dressed in flashy neon, already mid-selfie with a glowing ring light. She turns to the camera with her signature beaming smile, microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz:
“Heyyy PV Nation! Elena Cruz here—your number one source for all the hot gossip, exclusive interviews, and yes, the occasional TikTok dance trend! I’m joined now by one of the fastest rising stars in Project Violence—Canada’s own, Rex Stone!”
The crowd in the arena pops at the mention of Stone’s name. The young, athletic Canadian steps into frame, cool and confident, dressed in his ring gear with a towel slung around his neck.
Elena Cruz:
“Rex, everyone’s been talking about the Ascension Tournament so far. But looking ahead—what’s next for you in PV? Any titles you’re eyeing? Any rivalries heating up?”
Rex opens his mouth to answer—but before a word can leave his lips, the mood instantly shifts. The camera swings sharply as Katya Roux strides into the frame, heels clicking with every step, her dark lipstick and dangerous smirk demanding attention. Behind her looms Midas, the monstrous, silent Egyptian wrecking machine, arms folded and eyes locked with menace.
Katya Roux:
(snapping)
“Ugh, spare us the maple syrup-flavored babyface nonsense.”
Rex rolls his eyes as Elena lowers the mic, startled.
Katya Roux:
“We didn’t come here for selfies and feel-good fairy tales. We came with a message. For one man—Bernard Wolfe.”
She turns slightly toward the camera, her voice venomous.
Katya Roux:
“Bernard… you’ve ducked us long enough. My client destroyed the Ascension Tournament to focus on one thing—you. That TV Championship around your waist? It doesn’t belong to a wandering poet. It belongs to a predator.”
She steps aside, letting Midas take one ominous step toward the camera. He doesn’t say a word, but the threat in his presence is unmistakable.
Katya Roux:
“So here’s the deal. One week, Bernard. One week to accept our challenge for Ascension. One-on-one. Midas vs. Wolfe. TV Title on the line. You don’t? Then next time we come looking for you, we won’t be so polite.”
She gives a wicked smirk, pats Midas on the chest, and turns sharply, walking off as the mute giant follows in silence. Elena looks stunned. Rex just shakes his head with a smirk.
Rex Stone:
“Well… guess I’ll answer your question next week, huh?”
Elena blinks, then turns back to the camera.
Elena Cruz:
“Yup. This… just got intense. Back to you guys at ringside!”
The camera fades as the tension lingers in the hallway.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Masafumi Satake & Anarchy Alliance vs. Jean Louis Duval & the Legion
Ringside
The bell rings as the referee calls for the end of the match. The crowd in the Crimson Club Casino Arena is booing furiously as Jean Louis Duval, flanked by Royce Lacroix and HyperNova — collectively known as The Legion — has just pinned Masafumi Satake & the Anarchy Alliance in the center of the ring.
The official raises Duval’s hand, but he shoves it away arrogantly, sneering out into the crowd as Royce and HyperNova begin stomping at Satake again, until security rushes to ringside and finally forces them off.
The Anarchy Alliance — Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis — are laid out on the outside, still recovering after being overwhelmed by the Legion earlier in the bout. Satake, dazed but trying to pull himself up using the ropes, looks up through sweat and pain to see Duval standing before him, eyes gleaming with venom.
Duval reaches down and snatches both titles — his own IPWA International Heavyweight Championship and Satake’s Project Violence Heavyweight Championship, which was brought to ringside for the match.
With one belt in each hand, Duval steps over the fallen champion, climbing the turnbuckle slowly, deliberately. He raises the titles high into the air above his head as the fans erupt in boos, chants of “YOU SUCK!” and “SAT-A-KE!” battling to be heard over the chaos.
Zac Brindle (on commentary):
“Oh, come on! This is disgusting. Jean Louis Duval hasn’t just stolen a win — he’s trying to steal the legacy of Masafumi Satake!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Hey, Brindle, you better start getting used to it! That could be the image we see at Ascension — Duval standing tall with both titles!”
The camera cuts to a close-up of Duval at the top rope, soaking in the heat from the fans, a smug smirk on his face as he mouths something in French down to Satake, who’s staring up at him, breathing heavily, fury in his eyes.
Zac Brindle:
“Will history repeat itself at Ascension? Will Jean Louis Duval dethrone Masafumi Satake again… and walk away with everything?”
As the crowd continues to rain down boos, the screen fades to black on the image of Duval with both championships raised in triumph, and the words:
“PV ASCENSION – MAY 24TH – HISTORY IN THE MAKING”
Fade out.
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