PV Uprising 130
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 19th July 2025
[Opening Video Package Rolls]
Dramatic footage of the key rivalries heading into “Dance of the Damned” flashes across the screen—Masafumi Satake and Caleb Knox locked in a chilling stare-down… Adam Garcia exploding with rage at Jean Louis Duval… The Anarchy Alliance clashing with the Masters of the Mat… flashes of chaos, pride, gold, and vengeance.
🎙️Zac Brindle:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PV Uprising 130, and welcome… to the final stop before Dance of the Damned! We are LIVE from the Crimson Club Casino Arena, and the tension in the air tonight could snap steel!”
🎙️Johnny Kaos:
“Zac, the storm is here! After tonight, there are no more detours, no more chances to posture—next week is the pay-per-view, and I promise you, every match on the card tonight will have ripple effects!”
🎙️Zac Brindle:
“We’ve got grudges boiling over, scores to settle, and champions to protect—tonight, the last pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Let’s run through what we’ve got on deck:”
📍 Rex Stone vs. Chopper Anderson
The No.1 contender to the TV Championship has one last shot to send a message to Midas before their PPV clash. Can Stone stay sharp, or will Chopper throw a wrench into his momentum?
📍 Dash Diaz vs. Boyd Jackson
Dash Diaz is riding high after reuniting with Dutch Ramirez—but Boyd Jackson doesn’t care about happy endings. Expect a fight from bell to bell.
📍 Kat Kellison vs. Steven Love
After back-to-back wild matches involving Maverick Matthews, Kat Kellison looks to shift her focus—and so does Steven Love. Both looking for redemption before the PPV spotlight passes them by.
📍 Dutch Ramirez vs. Brandon Snyder
Dutch is fired up heading into his tag match at Dance of the Damned, but Snyder’s no pushover. Will Ramirez stay focused or get caught looking ahead?
📍 Main Event – Tag Team Match
🔥 Anarchy Alliance vs. The Legion 🔥
It’s a battle of champions vs. enforcers as the reigning PV Tag Team Champions take on Jean Louis Duval’s handpicked monsters. With The Masters of the Mat waiting at the PPV, the Alliance can’t afford to slip here.
🎙️Johnny Kaos:
“We’re one week away from the most twisted, violent, emotionally charged event of the summer—Dance of the Damned—and everyone wants to make their final statement tonight.”
🎙️Zac Brindle:
“Settle in, folks—this is the last calm before the storm… and around here, even the calm is violent.”
[Cue the pyros, the roar of the crowd, and the PV Uprising theme—tonight’s show is underway!]
Ringside
The crowd at the Crimson Club Casino Arena is on fire as PV Uprising 130 goes live. The cameras cut to the ring as the opening pyro fades, and the thunderous roar of the fans is overtaken by the unmistakable sound of flamenco guitar layered with heavy bass…
Zac Brindle:
“Listen to this ovation, Johnny! The Mad Bull is in the building!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And you can bet he’s still got Jean Louis Duval in his sights after what went down last week!”
Adam Garcia storms out onto the stage, full of fire, his eyes intense. He slaps his chest with pride and raises a fist to the roaring crowd before marching to the ring with purpose. Microphone in hand, the Spanish Ace wastes no time.
Adam Garcia:
(heavy Spanish accent, breathing slightly intense)
“Atlantic City… ¡estamos aquí! And I came here tonight with one message… for Jean Louis Duval.”
The fans erupt into boos at the mention of Duval.
Adam Garcia:
“Last week, he got lucky. He ran. He hid behind his two stooges—his French little rat squad—and he stole a win. But next week… there’s nowhere left to run. No HyperNova. No Royce Lacroix. Just Duval and Garcia, one-on-one at Dance of the Damned.”
(he paces, fire growing in his voice)
“I’ve fought legends. I’ve bled in this ring. I’ve earned every cheer from every single one of you! But Duval? He walks around like he’s royalty—like his cigars and his arrogance make him a champion. Let me remind you, Duval… I’m not here for pageantry. I’m here to break you. I’m gonna humble you. I’m gonna leave you on the mat wishing you stayed in Paris.”
The fans erupt in a “MAD BULL! MAD BULL!” chant.
Adam Garcia:
“At Dance of the Damned, the world will remember one thing:
The Mad Bull charges straight through pretenders.”
Suddenly the camera cuts to the backstage area—
[BACKSTAGE – MONITOR SHOT]
Jean Louis Duval is lounging against a wall, one hand holding a fine cigarette between his fingers, the other casually in his designer coat pocket. HyperNova and Royce Lacroix are nearby. Duval watches the monitor with a smirk, unimpressed and arrogant. He takes a slow drag and exhales the smoke with a smug shake of his head.
Johnny Kaos:
“Look at this guy! Doesn’t even blink! That is one cool customer… but that smirk could be gone in flames if Garcia brings the fight next week!”
Zac Brindle:
“Garcia looks ready to tear the roof off—and Duval? Well, he might be smiling now, but the Mad Bull doesn’t bluff. He charges.”
Camera cuts back to Garcia in the ring, staring down the camera, full of fury and determination, as the crowd cheers him on.
Zac Brindle:
“One week to go. Garcia vs. Duval. It’s going to be war.”
Fade to black as the opening segment comes to a close and the first match is set to begin.
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Chopper Anderson
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage immediately after Rex Stone’s hard-fought victory in the opening match of PV Uprising 130. The monitor shows Rex in the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle with his arms raised, soaking in the cheers from the crowd.
Watching from the shadows of a dimly lit corner is the silent, masked monster and reigning Project Violence TV Champion — Midas. His arms are folded, his golden championship belt glinting under the backstage lights. Standing beside him, cool and composed, is his ever-calculated manager, Katya Roux — dressed to kill in a sleek black suit with a snake-like smile tugging at her lips.
Katya watches the screen intently, her expression a mix of mild amusement and irritation.
Katya Roux
(dryly, without looking away from the screen)
“Hmph. He celebrates like he’s already won the title. How adorable.”
Just then, Elena Cruz enters the frame, holding her phone at an awkward selfie angle, trying to go live for her followers.
Elena Cruz
“Katya! Midas! Elena Cruz here—hashtag GoldStandard! Can we get your thoughts on Rex Stone’s momentum heading into Dance of the Damned?”
Katya slowly turns to Elena with a piercing glare, giving her a once-over as if she’s an annoying fly buzzing too close.
Katya Roux
(coldly, batting the phone gently to the side with two fingers)
“Not now, darling. This is a moment for professionals… not influencers.”
Elena looks momentarily insulted, adjusting her phone with a huff.
Elena Cruz
“Rude. My followers—”
Katya Roux
(cutting her off, eyes narrowing)
“Your followers won’t save Rex Stone.”
She turns back to the monitor, Midas still unmoving, unreadable behind his golden mask. Katya folds her arms and smirks slightly as Rex continues his celebration on screen.
Katya Roux
“Let him enjoy his little victory. At Dance of the Damned, it will be his last.”
Midas slowly raises his head, staring daggers through the monitor at Rex Stone. The silence is menacing.
Elena, now thoroughly unsettled, quietly backs out of frame, leaving Midas and Katya bathed in eerie silence and the glow of the monitor, as the shot fades back to ringside.
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Boyd Jackson
Ringside
The bell rings as Dash Diaz stumbles back to his feet, having just pulled off a hard-fought victory over the monstrous Boyd Jackson. The fans at the Crimson Club Casino Arena erupt in cheers as Diaz raises a fist in triumph, catching his breath and leaning against the ropes. Jackson rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs and snarling in frustration as he limps up the ramp.
Diaz stands tall in the centre of the ring, soaking in the adulation of the crowd—
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“What a win for Dash Diaz! He just toppled the unstoppable force that is Boyd Jackson!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Impressive, sure, but something tells me this night isn’t over yet…”
Suddenly, the mood in the arena shifts. The music cuts out as a sneering Cherry Bordeaux appears on the stage, strutting out in her high heels with a mic in hand and her trademark smug grin. Flanking her on both sides are the dangerous duo of James Mendoza and Henry Steele, both cracking their knuckles and marching with purpose.
Zac Brindle:
“Oh come on… not now!”
Johnny Kaos:
“This is a bad situation for Diaz! Mendoza and Steele look like they’re out for blood.”
Diaz immediately drops into a defensive stance, glaring up the ramp as the trio begins to stalk their way toward the ring. Cherry is laughing, pointing at Diaz as she barks instructions.
Cherry Bordeaux (shouting):
“You should’ve stayed down, Dash! Next week, we finish you off for good!”
Suddenly—
CROWD POP!
A figure vaults over the barricade behind the trio—it’s Dutch Ramirez! The Biker slides onto the ramp with a steel chair in hand, stepping up beside Diaz’s enemies with fire in his eyes. He gives the chair a threatening swing as Mendoza and Steele stop dead in their tracks, taken by surprise.
Zac Brindle:
“Dutch Ramirez outta nowhere! He’s got Diaz’s back again!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And he’s got a chair in hand! Things just got real.”
Ramirez doesn’t say a word, but his presence speaks volumes. He locks eyes with Mendoza, then Steele, daring them to try it. The group hesitates—Cherry’s confident smile fades. Slowly, she taps both men on the shoulder, calling them off. Mendoza snarls in frustration, and Steele punches the air, but they backpedal cautiously, retreating with Cherry.
In the ring, Dash Diaz nods in respect to Ramirez, who steps up onto the apron and into the ring. Without a word, the two fan favourites bump fists as the crowd erupts again.
Zac Brindle:
“There it is! Dutch and Dash are on the same page! And they’re heading into Dance of the Damned with a clear message—this fight’s far from over!”
The camera pans to Cherry, Mendoza and Steele at the top of the ramp, fuming. In the ring, Dutch raises the chair in one hand while Dash stands beside him, pointing defiantly toward their enemies. The war is set—and the battle lines have been drawn.
Fade to black.
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where the ever-animated Elena Cruz is holding her phone high in one hand for a selfie-style livestream while clutching a branded Sanctioned Violence mic in the other. She beams at the camera, hair perfect, filters on, already mid-broadcast.
Elena Cruz:
“Heyyyy fight fans! Elena Cruz here, coming to you live from Uprising 130 and I am joined by the number one contenders for the Project Violence Tag Team Championships… you know them, you love them—or at least they love themselves—Masters of the Mat! That’s right, George Lancaster and Mike Donovan, fresh off another ‘technical masterpiece’—your words, not mine! Soooo, what are your thoughts on tonight’s main event: Anarchy Alliance versus The Legion?”
The camera pans to reveal George Lancaster in a tailored sports coat, arms folded, smug grin in place. Beside him, Mike Donovan adjusts his cufflinks and scoffs at the mention of their future opponents. They both radiate arrogant, classical wrestler energy.
George Lancaster:
“Elena, thank you for the… loud introduction. But let’s be clear—tonight’s main event is little more than a display of chaos versus brute force. Anarchy Alliance—your so-called champions—rely on brawling, pandering to the audience, and what I’d generously call ‘organized mayhem.’ And The Legion? Muscle without method.”
Mike Donovan (smirking):
“This is exactly why Masters of the Mat will restore class to the tag team division. While they throw fists and fight like barroom amateurs, we break down joints, exploit weaknesses, and win matches the right way—the scientific way.”
George Lancaster:
“We’ll be watching tonight closely, of course. Every detail, every flaw. But let’s not pretend either of those teams can hold a candle to our skill, precision, or pedigree.”
Mike Donovan (pointing at camera):
“Anarchy Alliance, enjoy your brawl tonight. Because at Dance of the Damned, you’ll find out that belts aren’t won with chaos—they’re earned with mastery.”
Elena Cruz (tilting her phone for better lighting):
“Okaaaay, confidence level: eleven! You heard it here first—Masters of the Mat aren’t just watching, they’re scouting. Back to you guys at ringside!”
The camera lingers just a moment longer as Lancaster adjusts his collar with a smirk, and Donovan mouths “We’re inevitable” toward the lens. The feed fades out on their smug expressions as the show continues.
Single Match
Kat Kellison vs. Steven Love
Backstage
The camera cuts to the hallway outside the office of Project Violence General Manager James Von Drake. The crowd watching on the screen gives a light cheer as ‘The Wayward Traveller’ Bernard Wolfe enters the frame, wearing his signature worn leather jacket and carrying his well-traveled satchel. He knocks politely on the office door.
James Von Drake (from inside):
“Come in.”
Wolfe opens the door and steps in. Von Drake is seated at his desk, reviewing paperwork. He looks up and gives a small nod of acknowledgment.
James Von Drake:
“Bernard. What can I do for you?”
Bernard Wolfe (calm, but with a quiet edge of determination):
“Mr. Von Drake… I don’t usually come asking for things. I let my actions speak for me out there. But there’s something I need to settle before it festers into something worse.”
Von Drake leans forward, listening intently.
Bernard Wolfe:
“Boyd Jackson. He disrespected me to my face, mocked who I am, and then blindsided me like a coward last week. I don’t take kindly to cheap shots and bad manners. I want a match. Dance of the Damned. Just me and him. Let’s see if he has the guts to try it face to face.”
Von Drake thinks for a beat, nodding slowly.
James Von Drake:
“You’ve carried yourself with respect since day one, Wolfe. You want Boyd Jackson at the PPV? You’ve got him.”
Bernard Wolfe (cracking a faint grin):
“Much obliged.”
James Von Drake:
“I’ll make it official tonight. You settle it in the ring—no sneak attacks, no excuses.”
Bernard Wolfe:
“Exactly how I like it.”
Wolfe tips an imaginary hat with two fingers and turns to leave the office. As he exits, the camera lingers on Von Drake, who scribbles a note on a match card as the segment fades out.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the dimly lit gorilla position, just behind the curtain. The faint roar of the crowd can be heard from the arena as Dutch Ramirez celebrates his victory over Brandon Snyder in the ring. Standing backstage, eyes locked on the monitor, is Dash Diaz, dressed in street gear and clutching a steel pipe in his hands. He’s tense, focused, breathing heavily — ready to charge out if needed.
Zac Brindle (voice from commentary, heard faintly on the monitor):
“Dutch Ramirez has done it again! But you can see Dash Diaz isn’t taking any chances tonight—he’s ready if Mendoza and Steele try anything!”
Dash nods slightly, as if mentally preparing himself. He takes a deep breath and steps forward, preparing to head through the curtain…
BUT SUDDENLY—
From the shadows behind him, James Mendoza and Henry Steele lunge forward like predators. Mendoza cracks a shot to Diaz’s back with a foreign object, while Steele grabs the steel pipe mid-swing and yanks it away before smashing Diaz against the nearby production crates!
The ambush is brutal and fast. Dash tries to fight back, swinging wildly, but the numbers are too much. Cherry Bordeaux strolls into frame with a smug smirk, clapping slowly as her men stomp down on Diaz.
Cherry Bordeaux (mocking):
“Awww… were you going to save your little friend? That’s adorable.”
She kneels beside the fallen Diaz, brushing her fingers through her long platinum hair as she looks down at him.
Cherry Bordeaux (whispers coldly):
“You should’ve brought more than a pipe, sweetheart.”
Mendoza leans in and slaps Dash across the face with a sneer before standing tall beside Steele. Security finally rushes in, forcing the trio to back off—but not before they’ve done the damage. Cherry leads her crew away, laughing as the camera zooms in on a grimacing, hurt Dash Diaz lying among overturned equipment, clutching his ribs.
Zac Brindle (from commentary):
“Damn it! Dash was ready for a fight out there—but he never saw this one coming! These three are ruthless!”
Johnny Kaos:
“This was calculated, Brindle. Cherry Bordeaux’s playing chess while everyone else is swinging pipes!”
The segment ends with Diaz struggling to his knees, refusing to stay down—but clearly feeling the effects of the ambush, just one week before Dance of the Damned. Cut to black.
Tag Team Match
Anarchy Alliance vs. The Legion
Ringside
The crowd inside the Crimson Club Casino Arena is electric following an action-packed night. As the cheers settle and the commentary team begins to wrap things up…
🎵 [A low, ominous guitar riff echoes through the arena] 🎵
The lights dim slightly as ‘Iron Heart’ Caleb Knox steps through the curtain. Dressed in all black, jaw clenched, eyes cold as steel, he slowly marches down to the ring. He’s carrying a microphone, but says nothing at first — letting the tension rise with every heavy step. The crowd showers him with a mixed reaction — loud boos from the faithful, but an undeniable undercurrent of awe.
He climbs into the ring, walks to the center, and waits. After a few seconds of silence, he raises the mic to speak in his calm, quiet, unnerving tone.
Caleb Knox:
“One week from now… the prophecy is fulfilled.”
Boos erupt from the crowd.
Caleb Knox:
“Masafumi Satake — the double champion, the stoic warrior, the symbol of honor in this war zone we call Project Violence. You’ve stood atop this company for too long… not because you’re the best… but because no one’s been willing to do what it takes to stop you.”
He lowers the mic briefly, eyes piercing the camera, then continues.
Caleb Knox:
“I’m not here for applause. I’m not here to shake hands. I’m here because this… is destiny. And next week at Dance of the Damned… I take what’s mine.”
🎵 [Cue Satake’s theme] 🎵
The crowd explodes into cheers as Masafumi Satake, the reigning Project Violence Heavyweight Champion and International Heavyweight Champion, steps out onto the stage, both title belts over his shoulders. He walks with measured confidence, soaking in the reaction but keeping his eyes locked on Knox the entire way to the ring.
Satake steps inside the ring. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink. The crowd quiets in anticipation as the two men stand just feet apart, eye to eye.
Masafumi Satake (calm, respectful):
“You are strong, Knox. I know this. I’ve watched. I’ve listened. And I am ready.”
The crowd cheers as Satake slowly unstraps both championship belts and raises them high for all to see.
Satake:
“You think it is destiny? Maybe. But my destiny… is to fight with honor. And no matter what you bring to that ring next week, I will not back down.”
Knox slowly steps forward, now face-to-face with the champion, his voice barely more than a whisper, but every word hits like a hammer.
Caleb Knox:
“I’m not asking you to back down. I’m telling you… I’m the one thing your honor cannot save you from.”
The two men are now nose to nose, the tension thick as steel. Satake doesn’t flinch. Knox doesn’t blink. The crowd roars as the final visual of PV Uprising 130 is this powerful face-off — Champion and Challenger locked in silent war, just seven days before everything explodes at Dance of the Damned 2025.
Zac Brindle (from commentary):
“This is it, Johnny. Champion and challenger — eye to eye, soul to soul. Everything comes to a head next week.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Call it honor, call it destiny — call it hell waiting to happen. I don’t care who you are… you’re tuning in next week!”
The camera slowly fades to black on the final image: Satake and Knox, unmoving, unshaken… but one heartbeat away from war.
[END OF SHOW]
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