P:V Uprising 124
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 7th June 2025

[CAMERA OPENS TO A THUNDEROUS CROWD INSIDE THE CRIMSON CLUB CASINO ARENA]

PYRO explodes across the entrance stage as the high-energy theme music kicks in.

ZAC BRINDLE (voice over):

Welcome to another explosive night of sanctioned chaos! This is PV UPRISING 124, live from the Crimson Club Casino Arena right here in Atlantic City, New Jersey!

JOHNNY KAOS:

That’s right, Zac! After the fallout of Ascension and everything that went down last week, tonight is shaping up to be a powder keg waiting to blow!

ZAC BRINDLE:

Let’s talk about the man who shocked everyone with his declaration—Caleb Knox, the Iron Heart himself, wasted no time cashing in his Ascension tournament victory. He’s got his eyes locked on Masafumi Satake and the PV Heavyweight Championship. That collision is set for Dance of the Damned, but tonight? The pressure continues to build!

JOHNNY KAOS:

And speaking of pressure—how about Cherry Bordeaux? She’s not just managing anymore—she’s building. Henry Steele and James Mendoza at her side, and the way they dismantled Dash Diaz last week? That’s a message sent loud and clear.

ZAC BRINDLE:

But don’t count Diaz out yet. Tonight’s main event sees fan favourite Adam Garcia taking on the sinister HyperNova, one of Duval’s French enforcers. It’s not just a match—it’s a warning shot from the former champ.

JOHNNY KAOS:

Duval’s mouth was running hot last week, and you know Garcia doesn’t take disrespect lightly. Something’s gonna give tonight.

TONIGHT’S CARD:

🔥 Teddy Rush looks to rebound as he goes one-on-one with the smooth-talking Steven Love.

🔥 Rex Stone continues his quiet rise as he clashes with brawler Boyd Jackson.

🔥 Tag team fireworks as the Ordinary Gentlemen step up against the rebellious Rebel Society.

🔥 The biker outlaw Dutch Ramirez returns to action to face the enigmatic Gabriel Cross.

🔥 And in our main event, it’s Adam Garcia vs. HyperNova—with tensions boiling over on all sides.

ZAC BRINDLE:

The road to Dance of the Damned is heating up—

JOHNNY KAOS:

—and someone’s getting scorched before we’re through!

[CAMERA SWEEPS ACROSS THE CROWD AS THE FIRST ENTRANCE MUSIC HITS]

PV UPRISING 124 BEGINS—NOW.

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Single Match
Teddy Rush vs. Steven Love

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Backstage

The camera cuts to the backstage interview zone where Elena Cruz is waiting with a bright smile, her phone already in hand, recording a selfie-style story for her followers. The energy is buzzing after Teddy Rush’s big win. Suddenly, Teddy Rush walks into frame, still sweating, his gear rumpled from the match but his smile wide and proud.

ELENA CRUZ:

(excited) Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the man who just pulled off a huge win over Steven Love—Teddy Rush! Teddy, how does it feel to be back in the win column?

TEDDY RUSH:

(pumped up, running a hand through his hair, still catching his breath) Elena, it feels incredible. I’ve been grinding, I’ve been taking some tough hits—but tonight? Tonight, I reminded everyone exactly who I am. This win isn’t just a stat, it’s a statement. Teddy Rush is back, and I’m not slowing down.

ELENA CRUZ:

(nodding along, grinning) We definitely saw that fire in the ring tonight—Steven Love threw a lot at you, but you didn’t back down. What’s next for you now?

TEDDY RUSH:

(leans closer to the camera, intensity in his eyes) What’s next? Momentum. I’m gonna keep stacking wins, keep knocking down doors, and yeah—let’s say it—climbing my way back into championship contention. That TV Title? The International belt? I’ve had gold before. I know what it takes. I am one of the best in Project Violence, and it’s time the rest of the locker room remembered that.

ELENA CRUZ:

(smiling brightly, looking at her phone camera) You heard it here first, folks—Teddy Rush is on the rise again! And coming up next, things are only getting hotter inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena!

TEDDY RUSH:

(grinning, giving a quick nod to the camera) Let’s go!

[The segment ends with Elena doing a quick spin to camera as Teddy heads down the hallway, fired up and focused.]

ELENA CRUZ (to camera):

Don’t go anywhere—we’re just getting started! #PVUprising #RushReborn #SanctionedViolenceNetwork 💥🎤📱

[FADE OUT.]

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Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Boyd Jackson

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Ringside

The bell rings and the referee raises Rex Stone’s hand as Boyd Jackson rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs. The crowd gives a solid reaction for the dominant performance. Stone paces for a moment, breathing heavy, before calling for a mic. He snatches it from the timekeeper and stands center ring, eyes burning with intensity.

REX STONE:

(voice low but sharp)

Another name down. Another statement made.

(He looks straight into the camera.)

Midas… I know you’re watching. Probably back there polishing that TV Title like it’s your little trophy case ornament. But let’s get something real clear—I’m coming for it.

(Fans begin to cheer slightly as Stone continues.)

REX STONE:

I’ve been making noise every single week. I’ve been putting people down, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that I’m ready. And what have you been doing, Midas? Hiding behind Katya Roux, soaking in the spotlight while she does your talking for you?

(He paces to the ropes and leans forward over them, pointing to the stage.)

You call yourself a champion? Then step up and face someone who’s not just hungry… I’m starving.

(Crowd pops a little louder. Rex grits his teeth.)

So what’s it gonna be, Midas? You gonna finally grow a spine? Or are you gonna keep ducking me like the coward everyone knows you are?

Suddenly, the arena lights dim slightly and the screen above the stage flickers to life. The crimson and gold visual branding of Midas fills the tron as the camera reveals him backstage, TV Championship slung over one shoulder, Katya Roux standing beside him—smirking with amusement. She’s already laughing before even saying a word.

KATYA ROUX:

(mocking)

Ohhh… Rexy, Rexy, Rexy. That was adorable. Really. You stomped a guy who couldn’t lace Midas’ boots and suddenly you think you deserve a shot? (She laughs again, twirling her hair.)

MIDAS:

(calm and cold, eyes locked on the camera)

This? (He pats the title.) This isn’t given away because someone shouts loud enough. You want a shot at me? You better bring something more than that mouth and a few forgettable wins.

KATYA ROUX:

(tilts her head, smirking)

But hey—keep performing, Rex. Maybe one day… we’ll grace you with our attention.

The tron flickers off, leaving the arena buzzing and Rex Stone standing in the ring, jaw clenched and mic in hand. He throws the mic down in frustration as the crowd gives a mixed but energized reaction.

ZAC BRINDLE (on commentary):

Rex Stone wants the champ—but Katya and Midas clearly don’t think he’s earned it yet!

JOHNNY KAOS:

Rex is gonna have to make some serious noise if he wants to break through that gold-plated wall of arrogance!

Rex stands tall, glaring toward the stage as the segment ends and the show moves on.

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Backstage

The camera fades in on social media-obsessed interviewer Elena Cruz, standing just outside the door marked “General Manager – James Von Drake.” She’s adjusting her phone camera for a livestream selfie when she turns toward the camera with a bright smile.

ELENA CRUZ:

We’re just moments away from speaking with GM James Von Drake about tonight’s main event—but first, let’s see if we can—

Before she can finish, the door to the office slams open as The Starr Brothers — Darren and Simon — barge in, nearly knocking Elena aside.

DARREN STARR:

(loud, indignant)

Alright, this is getting ridiculous!

SIMON STARR:

(gesturing wildly)

We were the longest-reigning Tag Champs in PV history! We deserve our rematch!

The camera swings into the office as James Von Drake, seated behind his desk, looks up with a tight, irritated expression. He calmly folds his hands.

JAMES VON DRAKE:

(dryly)

You two ever consider knocking?

DARREN STARR:

We don’t have time for manners, Von Drake! We’re sick of being ignored. We never got our proper rematch after Uprising 122, and you know it!

SIMON STARR:

(leaning forward on the desk)

Anarchy Alliance are walking around with our belts, and you’ve got us twiddling our thumbs while teams like the Rebel Society get spotlight time?

Von Drake stands slowly, adjusting his cuffs, his calm demeanor not shifting one bit.

JAMES VON DRAKE:

I’ve already made myself clear. You want a rematch? Earn it. This isn’t a revolving door—you don’t get title shots because you yell the loudest.

(He steps out from behind the desk.)

Maybe… just maybe… you two should focus more on winning matches instead of storming into offices and whining like spoiled children.

The Starr Brothers look furious. Darren scoffs and storms toward the door.

DARREN STARR:

This is a joke.

SIMON STARR:

(muttering as he follows)

Yeah, we’ll “earn it”… when we’re done cleaning up the tag division.

The two shove past Elena Cruz, who steps back with a raised eyebrow as the brothers disappear down the hallway, still grumbling.

ELENA CRUZ:

(to the camera)

Well… that escalated fast. The Starr Brothers clearly aren’t done chasing the gold… but it looks like they’ll have to take the long road back.

She flashes a wink as the camera fades out.

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Tag Team Match
Ordinary Gentlemen vs. Rebel Society

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Backstage

The scene opens as Elena Cruz finishes up a segment near the hallway just outside the locker rooms. She’s smiling brightly, adjusting her phone for a social clip.

ELENA CRUZ:

(to camera)

And that’s all from me—at least for now! Keep those hashtags coming, because tonight’s action is just heating up—wait, hold on…

She lowers her phone and glances off-camera as Anarchy Alliance — Edwin Ellis and Stevie Rigg, the PV Tag Team Champions, stroll into frame. Both have the titles slung over their shoulders, and are in their ring gear. Ellis is sipping a protein shake while Rigg flicks a toothpick away, grinning like he just heard a good joke.

STEVIE RIGG:

(mocking tone)

Did we hear right? The Starr Babies are throwing another tantrum?

EDWIN ELLIS:

(shaking his head, amused)

Yeah, they stomped into Von Drake’s office like it was pre-school drop-off. “We want our rematch! Waaah!”

STEVIE RIGG:

(laughs, then shrugs)

Look, we already proved who the better team is. Twice. And last time, we weren’t even at one hundred percent.

EDWIN ELLIS:

(adjusting his title)

They wanna talk about getting their spot back? How about they win a match that matters first? Beat someone — anyone— and maybe we’ll think about it.

STEVIE RIGG:

Hell, if they’re so desperate to climb the ladder, we’ll do ‘em a favor. Face us in a non-title match, after they prove they can still lace up their boots without whining.

EDWIN ELLIS:

(smirking)

And if — if — they somehow survive that? Then maybe they can talk about titles.

ELENA CRUZ:

(intrigued)

Wow. So you’re saying you’re open to facing them again… just not for the gold?

STEVIE RIGG:

(grinning wide)

We’re always happy to hand out a lesson or two. But they better bring more than excuses next time.

The two bump fists and stroll off down the hallway, laughing to themselves.

EDWIN ELLIS:

(over his shoulder)

Hashtag ChampionsTalkLessWinMore.

Elena turns back to the camera, clearly entertained.

ELENA CRUZ:

(with a smirk)

You heard it here first. Anarchy Alliance aren’t exactly rolling out the red carpet—but they’re not slamming the door either. Starr Brothers, the ball’s in your court.

She taps her phone and winks at the lens as the segment fades out.

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Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Gabriel Cross

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Backstage

The camera cuts backstage where Elena Cruz stands with a bright smile and her phone in one hand, the Sanctioned Violence Network mic in the other. Behind her, the hallway is buzzing after Gabriel Cross’s victory. She turns toward the camera with excitement.

ELENA CRUZ:

(to camera)

Gabriel Cross just pulled off a huge win moments ago, but right now I’m standing by hoping to get a few words with the reigning PV Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake, before our main event—

As if on cue, Masafumi Satake steps into frame. Calm, focused, the dual champion has both title belts—PV Heavyweight and International Heavyweight—resting on each shoulder. His expression is as composed and respectful as always, and the crowd can be heard reacting warmly in the background.

ELENA CRUZ:

(grinning)

Masafumi-san, just a quick word—how are you feeling heading into—

Before she can finish, the energy shifts. The hum of the crowd backstage drops into an eerie quiet as “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox steps into frame from the opposite side. He moves with purpose, his eyes locked dead on Satake. There’s no bravado. No theatrics. Just icy focus.

Elena instinctively takes a half-step back, caught between the two men. Knox walks right up, chest to chest with Satake. The tension is instant—thick and razor-sharp.

Satake doesn’t flinch. He meets Knox’s stare with a steely calm, jaw set, eyes burning with quiet resolve. Knox tilts his head slightly… then offers a slow, cold smile.

No words. Just a message sent with that look.

Then, a subtle nod. A declaration in silence: “Dance of the Damned. I’m coming.”

Satake returns the nod—not with fear, but with determination. A warrior’s acknowledgment. Respectful… but unshaken.

ELENA CRUZ:

(nervously interjecting)

Uh—Caleb, Masafumi—any comments on what we can expect when you two clash for the PV Heavyweight Championship at Dance of the Damned?

Neither man answers. Knox gives Satake one last stare… and slowly backs away, never turning his back on the champion. He exits the frame, the intensity lingering like smoke.

Satake remains still, his expression unreadable, but you can see it in his eyes—he’s ready.

Elena, flustered but professional, looks back at the camera.

ELENA CRUZ:

(softly)

…Yeah. That’s going to be a war.

Fade out.

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Single Match
Adam Garcia vs. HyperNova

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Ringside

The bell rings as Adam Garcia’s theme music hits to a loud ovation. The “Mad Bull” stands tall after a hard-fought victory over HyperNova, sweat pouring down his face, chest heaving with effort. The referee raises his hand in victory as the Atlantic City crowd roars in approval.

Garcia throws up the bull horns to the crowd, grinning proudly as he mounts the second rope and salutes the fans. He drops down, then starts to make his way up the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands along the way.

But then—

[LIGHTS FLICKER]

The arena darkens. The music cuts. A low hum builds… and then, in cold white static, Jean Louis Duval’s image appears on the tron. He’s seated in an opulent, dimly lit lounge, flanked by Royce Lacroix, who stands silently, arms folded and scowling behind him. A smug smirk plays on Duval’s lips as he adjusts his cufflinks and leans forward, eyes burning with disdain.

JEAN LOUIS DUVAL (on screen):

(dripping with sarcasm)

Ahhh, bravo, Monsieur Garcia. Truly. Beating my errand boy? C’est… magnifique.

The crowd boos loudly. Garcia stops mid-ramp, glaring up at the screen, fists clenched.

JEAN LOUIS DUVAL:

You beat HyperNova. You beat Elijah Drake. You must feel so… invincible, non?

(he laughs softly)

But let me assure you, mon taureau, that victory over a legend on his way out? That was no grand feat. That was timing. Luck. A fluke.

Royce Lacroix smirks, silently nodding.

JEAN LOUIS DUVAL:

And this little… momentum you think you’re building? I suggest you hold onto it tightly. Because I assure you, our rivalry… is far from over.

He leans closer into frame, eyes narrowing.

JEAN LOUIS DUVAL:

You think you’ve seen what I can do, but there are still surprises to come. And when they arrive… you’ll remember that France always conquers Spain.

(He smirks coldly, snapping his fingers once. The screen cuts to black.)

Back in the arena, the lights return to normal as the crowd buzzes. Garcia stands frozen on the ramp, jaw tight, brow furrowed, clearly seething. He looks back toward the ring, then up at the screen, his expression hardening into one of resolve.

ZAC BRINDLE (on commentary):

Jean Louis Duval just sent a chilling message to Adam Garcia—and you can bet “The Mad Bull” won’t back down!

JOHNNY KAOS:

He never does, Zac, but Duval’s right about one thing… he’s always got something up his tailored sleeves.

The camera lingers on Garcia, who throws up the bull horns again—but this time, the fire in his eyes says he knows war is coming.

Fade out.

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