PV Uprising 132
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 9th August 2025
[Cold Open – PV Uprising 132 – Crimson Club Arena, Atlantic City]
[The camera cuts live to the packed Crimson Club Arena, the crowd buzzing, signs waving in the air. Without an opening pyro, the loud, arrogant tones of Jean Louis Duval’s entrance theme hit the speakers. The boos rain down instantly. Duval steps out onto the stage in a sharp tailored suit, the ever-intimidating Royce Lacroix towering behind him, and HyperNova strutting confidently at his side. The trio take their time walking to the ring, Duval smirking and waving dismissively at the jeering fans.]
[Inside the ring, Duval takes the microphone, waiting a moment for the boos to settle — though they never really do.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Atlantic City… mon dieu, you sound even worse than Madrid. Perhaps it’s because, just two weeks ago at Dance of the Damned, I proved once again… that I am the finest wrestler in Project Violence. And, more importantly… that France is always better than Spain!”
[The crowd boos harder as Duval chuckles smugly, glancing over at Lacroix and HyperNova with a knowing look.]
Jean Louis Duval:
“Adam Garcia… le taureau fou… the so-called ‘Mad Bull.’ You charged at me again, and like every bull, you ended up flat on the mat. I beat you in the European Cup Final… and I beat you again at the pay-per-view. There is nothing left to prove. I am better than you… and better than anyone in PV.”
[Suddenly, a loud cheer erupts as Adam Garcia’s music blasts through the arena. Garcia storms out to the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, staring a hole into Duval in the ring.]
Adam Garcia:
“Duval… you can stand there in your fancy suit, hide behind your bodyguards, and talk all the trash you want. But the truth is… two weeks ago, you didn’t beat me clean. You got lucky — again. And deep down, you know you can’t hang with me when it’s just man-to-man.”
[The crowd roars in approval.]
Adam Garcia:
“I’m the Mad Bull… and there isn’t anyone better than me in this business. So let’s end this. No more running. No more Royce Lacroix, no more HyperNova, no excuses. Just you and me… in a steel cage at Oblivion!”
[The crowd explodes at the challenge. Duval smirks but says nothing at first, looking back and forth between Lacroix and HyperNova. He slowly raises the microphone, his smirk turning to a sly grin as the fans chant “CAGE MATCH! CAGE MATCH!” The camera lingers on the tense standoff before cutting to the PV Uprising opening video.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the loading bay of the Crimson Club Arena. A black SUV pulls up, and out steps Boyd Jackson, dressed in street clothes with his gear bag slung over his shoulder. He pauses for a moment, looking around the arena with a confident grin.]
[PV interviewer Elena Cruz rushes up, microphone in hand, with a cameraman in tow.]
Elena Cruz:
“Boyd, welcome to the arena. Tonight’s main event — you versus Dash Diaz, and the winner gets a shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship. How are you feeling heading into such a huge match?”
Boyd Jackson:
“Elena, I feel great. You see, Dash Diaz and I… we go way back. We’ve fought in bars, we’ve fought in rings, we’ve fought in more towns than I can count. And every time, I’ve learned just a little more about what makes him tick. Tonight? I’m gonna use every bit of that knowledge to walk out as the number one contender.”
[Boyd adjusts the strap of his bag and smirks at the camera.]
Boyd Jackson:
“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this. Dash Diaz might be the ‘Standard,’ but I’m the guy who’s gonna rewrite the rulebook. By the end of tonight, the PV Heavyweight Champion better be watching real close… because Boyd Jackson is coming.”
[Boyd gives a confident nod, then heads down the hallway toward the locker rooms as the camera fades out.]
Single Match
Teddy Rush vs. Brandon Snyder
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the office of General Manager James Von Drake. He’s seated at his desk, looking over some papers, when the door suddenly swings open with force. ‘The Blonde Bombshell’ Cherry Bordeaux storms in, clearly furious.]
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Alright, Von Drake — what the hell is going on?! For the second week in a row, Henry Steele and James Mendoza aren’t on the card. Explain it. Now.”
[Von Drake looks up calmly, adjusting his glasses before leaning back in his chair.]
James Von Drake:
“Cherry, I know you’re upset, but there’s only so much space on each show. Tonight’s card was already full. It’s not personal — it’s just the way things worked out.”
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Oh, don’t you give me that ‘just the way things worked out’ garbage. My guys beat Dash Diaz and Dutch Ramirez at the PPV, and somehow they’ve been all over TV while Steele and Mendoza are stuck sitting at home. You’re holding them back, and we both know it.”
[Von Drake keeps his composure, but his tone sharpens slightly.]
James Von Drake:
“I’m not holding anyone back. But there are storylines in motion, and right now, Steele and Mendoza aren’t part of tonight’s show. That’s it.”
[Cherry glares at him, taking a deep breath before pointing a finger at the GM.]
Cherry Bordeaux:
“Fine. But whatever happens next? That’s on you, Von Drake.”
[Without waiting for a response, Cherry turns on her heel and storms out, slamming the door behind her. Von Drake sighs, shaking his head as the camera fades out.]
Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. The Starr Brothers
Ringside
[The bell rings and the crowd roars as Rebel Society – Charlie Strickland and Jai Marshall – stand tall in the ring, having just scored a decisive win over former PV Tag Team Champions, The Starr Brothers. Darren and Simon Starr roll to the outside, clutching their ribs and shaking their heads, while Rebel Society celebrate briefly before Jai calls for a microphone.]
Jai Marshall:
“Alright, alright… I think it’s about time we stopped waiting and started talking.”
[He tosses the mic to Charlie, who paces the ring with an intense glare.]
Charlie Strickland:
“Rebel Society… we’ve been patient. We’ve been climbing the ladder, taking on every single team put in front of us. And tonight, we beat former champions. We’ve earned something that just hasn’t been given to us…”
[Charlie pauses, looking dead into the hard camera.]
Charlie Strickland:
“…a shot at the PV Tag Team Championships.”
[The crowd pops, and Jai takes the mic back.]
Jai Marshall:
“Masters of the Mat – you’ve been walking around here, calling yourselves the greatest tag team in PV. But you can’t call yourselves the best until you step into the ring with us. No more excuses, no more ducking. You’ve got until next week to give us an answer…”
Charlie Strickland:
“…and if you say no, we’ll take that as you admitting what we already know – you’re scared.”
[Rebel Society drop the mics to another cheer from the crowd, raising their arms in the centre of the ring as their music hits, sending a clear message to the Masters of the Mat.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the interview area where Elena Cruz is already framed perfectly for her followers, holding her phone in one hand to catch behind-the-scenes selfies while the PV camera rolls. Standing next to her is ‘The Wayward Traveller’ Bernard Wolfe, looking calm but determined.]
Elena Cruz:
“Hey guys, it’s Elena Cruz here with your exclusive pre-match content — and joining me right now is a man who’s about to hit the ring next — ‘The Wayward Traveller’ Bernard Wolfe! Bernard, you’ve had a few tough results recently… but tonight, you’re facing Maverick Matthews. Are you ready to turn things around?”
Bernard Wolfe:
“Yeah, Elena, I’ve hit a few bumps on the road, sure… but every traveller knows the journey’s not always smooth. Tonight? I’m getting back to winning ways. Maverick Matthews is a tough competitor, but I’ve got my focus, I’ve got my fight, and I’ve got a point to prove — to him, to the fans, and to myself.”
[Before Wolfe can continue, a smug laugh is heard off-camera. Enter the ‘Celestial Crusader’ Gabriel Cross, striding into frame with a condescending smirk.]
Gabriel Cross:
“Really, Bernard? We’re still pretending people care about you after last week? You blew your shot at the PV Heavyweight Championship, and now… what? You’re opening the second hour against Maverick Matthews? Please.”
[Cross glances directly into the camera.]
Gabriel Cross:
“Let’s be honest, Wolfe — your match is going to be one giant bathroom break so the crowd can be ready for the real main attraction later tonight… Gabriel Cross, beating Dutch Ramirez. Now that’s worth sticking around for.”
[Wolfe takes a small step forward, his jaw tightening, but Cross just chuckles and pats him patronisingly on the shoulder before walking off. Elena shifts awkwardly, giving a half-smile to the camera.]
Elena Cruz:
“…Well, uh, good luck out there, Bernard.”
[Wolfe just stares down the corridor where Cross left, his focus hardening as the scene fades out.]
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Maverick Matthews
Backstage
[The camera opens inside the lavishly decorated office of the PV Television Champion, Midas. The mute, masked machine sits stoically in a leather chair, his gold-plated championship belt resting perfectly polished on the desk in front of him. His gloved hands are folded, his head slightly lowered, as if in deep, mechanical contemplation. Standing beside him is his ever-calculating manager, Katya Roux, pacing the room in her sharp designer heels.]
Katya Roux:
“Alright… let’s think this through, Midas. Who’s next? We’ve taken care of everyone they’ve thrown at us. One after another, they’ve stepped into your ring and been broken. Crushed.”
[She taps her chin thoughtfully, slowly circling behind his chair like a predator evaluating prey.]
Katya Roux:
“Maybe Boyd Jackson? No… he’s too busy chasing Diaz. Dash Diaz himself? Hah — he’s not even fit to shine that title. Bernard Wolfe? Please. His career’s already circling the drain. The Starr Brothers? They’re tag team leftovers, not singles threats.”
[She stops pacing and leans forward over Midas’ shoulder, her red lips curling into a smirk as she runs a fingertip lightly over the TV Title’s gold plate.]
Katya Roux:
“You see, my golden champion, the truth is… there is no one. No one in Project Violence who is worthy of this championship. You’re not just the Television Champion… you are the standard. The peak. The apex predator of this division.”
[Midas slowly lifts his head, his blank mask reflecting the office lights. He remains silent, but his presence alone radiates menace.]
Katya Roux:
“So here’s what we’re going to do… we’re not waiting for a challenger. We’re going to make the world beg for someone — anyone — to try and take this title from you. And when they finally find a brave soul foolish enough to try… we’ll make sure it’s their last match in PV.”
[Midas rises slowly from his chair, the gold belt now slung over his shoulder. Katya smiles knowingly as the camera zooms in on the mask, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.]
Katya Roux:
“No one’s worthy… and that’s just how we like it.”
[Fade out.]
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the bustling backstage area of the Crimson Club Arena. Elena Cruz, dressed in a glittering silver dress and clutching her phone in one hand, is standing in front of the PV interview backdrop. She’s half-looking at the camera, half-glancing down at her live-stream chat before flashing a big smile.]
Elena Cruz:
“Hey PV fans! Elena Cruz here, and yes, we are just moments away from tonight’s huge main event! One man will punch his ticket to face Caleb Knox for the PV Heavyweight Championship, and right now, I’m joined by… the Standardhimself, Dash Diaz!”
[Dash Diaz steps into frame, wearing his ring gear, the crowd audibly cheering from somewhere off-screen. He adjusts his wrist tape, giving a confident nod to the camera.]
Elena Cruz:
“Dash, you’re about to face your old rival, Boyd Jackson, with a shot at the most prestigious title in PV on the line. The fans are buzzing… what’s going through your mind right now?”
Dash Diaz:
“Elena, what’s going through my mind is simple — tonight is about proving that the Standard still sets the bar in Project Violence. Boyd Jackson? He’s tough, no doubt. We’ve fought before, and we’ve pushed each other to the limit every single time. But tonight… tonight’s different.”
[He steps closer to the camera, his voice taking on an intense edge.]
Dash Diaz:
“Tonight, it’s not just about personal pride. It’s about the PV Heavyweight Championship. It’s about walking into the ring with Caleb Knox and proving that I’m the man to take that title. And I promise each and every fan out there — in this arena, watching at home, blowing up my socials right now — I’m walking out of that ring tonight with my hand raised.”
[He points to the camera, a determined fire in his eyes.]
Dash Diaz:
“For you, the fans… I will win tonight.”
[Elena flashes a wide, excited smile.]
Elena Cruz:
“You heard him, people! The Standard is ready, and that main event is just around the corner. Don’t go anywhere!”
[Camera fades back to ringside.]
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Dash Diaz
Ringside
[The bell has just rung, and the Crimson Club Arena is electric. Dash Diaz is on his knees in the center of the ring, sweat dripping, a mixture of exhaustion and elation on his face. The referee raises his arm high in victory as the fans roar. Boyd Jackson rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, frustration on his face.]
Zac Brindle (commentary):
“He did it! Dash Diaz is the number one contender for the PV Heavyweight Championship!”
Johnny Kaos (commentary):
“And you can bet Caleb Knox is watching this very closely right now!”
[Diaz climbs the turnbuckles, raising his arms and pointing to the crowd. He mouths “For you” toward the hard cam before pounding his chest. The chants of “DASH! DASH! DASH!” echo through the building.]
[Suddenly, the crowd noise shifts — loud cheers, but now tinged with intrigue — as the opening riff of Caleb Knox’s entrance theme blasts over the PA.]
[Knox steps out from behind the curtain, the PV Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, his stoic gaze locked on Diaz. He stops at the top of the ramp, his posture unshaken, the gold gleaming under the arena lights.]
[The camera cuts between Diaz in the ring, leaning on the ropes and staring up at Knox, and Knox standing unmoving, his jaw tight, his eyes never leaving his new challenger.]
Zac Brindle:
“Oh man… there it is. Champion and challenger, face-to-face for the first time!”
Johnny Kaos:
“And neither man is backing down! This is gonna be one hell of a fight at Oblivion!”
[Knox slowly lifts the PV Heavyweight Championship from his shoulder and holds it high in the air, never breaking eye contact. Diaz nods, mouthing “I’m ready” as the crowd roars in anticipation.]
[The final shot is a split-frame — Knox on the stage holding the title aloft, Diaz in the ring standing tall, both men locked in an intense stare-down — before the screen fades to black and the PV Uprising logo appears.]
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