PV Uprising 134
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 23rd August 2025
BRINDLE: We’re LIVE here in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and the Crimson Club Casino and Arena is absolutely electric tonight for PV Uprising 134! My name is Zac Brindle, and alongside me, as always, is Johnny Kaos. Johnny, we’ve got a stacked card ahead of us tonight. We’ve got rising stars, powerhouses, and a main event that could tear the house down!
KAOS: You’re damn right, Zac! The people here are ready for some chaos! You got the “lovable loser” Steven Love, fighting the “Urban Ace” Teddy Rush! Then we’ve got the technical genius Rex Stone taking on that pompous European prick, Jean-Louis Duval! And I cannot wait to see what kind of carnage Maverick Matthews and Bernard Wolfe will get up to! This is what it’s all about, man! Hard-hitting action!
BRINDLE: As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, Johnny, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is about skill, honor, and climbing the ranks. Maverick Matthews is a pure brawler, and his disrespect for the rules and for the business is well-documented. I’m hoping Bernard Wolfe can bring him back down to earth with his mix of strong style and high-flying offence.
KAOS: Sounds like you’re still mad he doesn’t adhere to your ‘rules’, Zac! The fans don’t care about rules! They want violence!
BRINDLE: They want a clean, honest fight, Johnny! A fight like the one we’re about to see between two monsters, Dutch Ramirez and Boyd Jackson! Talk about a clash of titans! And let’s not forget our main event. The “Standard” Dash Diaz is a former PV TV champion and is looking to prove he’s ready for the next level. But he has a huge task ahead of him with the bitter and brutal James Mendoza. This is going to be a war.
KAOS: Yeah, well, if it’s a war, I know who I’m rooting for… the guy who loves to punch people in the face! This is Uprising, baby! We’re live on the Sanctioned Violence Network and it all starts right now!
Single Match
Steven Love vs. Teddy Rush
A 1980s-style soft rock ballad, “Love Machine,” fills the arena as Steven Love makes his way down the ramp, smiling and blowing kisses to the crowd. He’s a man who always believes his big break is just around the corner, despite years of being a lower-card fixture. He’s wearing simple trunks with pink hearts on them and carrying a bouquet of fake roses that he hands to a fan at ringside.
BRINDLE: There’s Steven Love, a man of pure heart, Johnny. He’s been with Project Violence for years, always with a smile on his face.
KAOS: The “lovable loser”! He’s a professional jobber, Zac! He’s got no business being in the ring with a guy like Teddy Rush!
The crowd quiets down, and a high-energy hip-hop beat with sirens blares as Teddy Rush’s theme, “Rush Hour,” hits. The crowd immediately comes alive, popping loudly as Teddy Rush, wearing a hoodie and snapback cap, sprints onto the stage. He’s got an athletic, lean build with tattoos on his arms and chest. He tosses his cap into the crowd and makes his way to the ring, soaking in the cheers.
BRINDLE: That’s the sound of the future right there, Johnny. The “Urban Ace” Teddy Rush is one of the most exciting young talents in this company. He’s got a reputation for show-stealing performances and is a fan favorite for his high-flying style.
KAOS: Look at him, all full of himself! Just like every other wannabe superstar! He’s all flash, no substance!
BRINDLE: He’s got plenty of substance, Johnny. He’s a technical wizard as well as a high-flyer, and he’s out to prove that tonight. He’s laser-focused on moving up the ranks to a major title run.
The bell rings, and the match begins. Love extends a hand for a shake, but Rush just stares him down with a smirk, a bit of Brooklyn swagger showing. Love, undeterred, tries to lock up. Rush easily ducks under, grabbing a waist lock and taking Love to the mat. The crowd cheers loudly as Rush maintains wrist control. Love tries to fight up, but Rush’s chain wrestling is too crisp, keeping him grounded.
BRINDLE: Textbook mat work from Teddy Rush. He’s controlling the pace and showing that this is not going to be a walk in the park for Steven Love.
KAOS: He’s just toying with him, Zac! He knows Love is a stepping stone!
Love finally gets to his feet, breaks the hold, and shoves Rush. The “Urban Ace” just smiles, shrugging off the shove. Love charges with a sloppy dropkick, which Rush easily avoids. Rush springs off the top rope with a rope-walk arm drag, sending Love tumbling across the ring. Love gets up disoriented, and Rush follows up with a spinning heel kick, the Brooklyn Bomber, catching Love flush on the jaw. Love stumbles backward into the corner. Rush hits a running knee to the chest and then pulls him out, hitting a slingshot cutter. Rush goes for the cover.
ONE! TWO! Love kicks out.
BRINDLE: A great sequence there from Teddy Rush. He’s just too fast and too precise for Steven Love.
KAOS: The poor guy can’t even get out of the starting blocks!
Rush continues his assault, sending Love into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Love lands awkwardly and clutches his back. Rush pulls him to his feet and sends him into the opposite corner, where he hits a flying forearm smash. Love slumps to the mat, dazed. Rush hits the ropes, and the crowd roars in anticipation. He leaps through the middle ropes for a suicide dive, but Love manages to move, and Rush crashes into the announcer’s desk.
BRINDLE: Oh, a huge risk from Teddy Rush, but it didn’t pay off. He went for the highlight reel, and now he’s paying the price!
KAOS: Told you he was all flash, Zac! He’s just too arrogant!
Love, seeing his opportunity, rolls out and throws Rush back into the ring. Love connects with a back body drop, the first bit of offense he’s had all match. Love then hits a running crossbody, getting a two-count. Love starts to build some momentum, hitting a bulldog and an atomic drop. Love sets up, trying to end the match with his finisher, the Love Hurts. He connects with the swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the cover!
ONE! TWO! Rush kicks out.
BRINDLE: Steven Love’s first meaningful offensive flurry, and he almost put him away!
KAOS: Oh, come on! It’s over! No-one kicks out of the “Love Hurts”!
Love, frustrated, starts to yell at the referee. This gives Rush the time he needs to recover. Rush gets to his feet, rushes at Love, and hits a brutal tornado DDT. Love is out on his feet. Rush climbs the turnbuckle and takes a moment to look out at the crowd, who are chanting “RUSH! RUSH! RUSH!”. With incredible elevation and precision, he launches himself off the top rope, connecting with the Springboard 450 Splash! The Rush Hour! The crowd explodes! Rush hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Teddy Rush wins the match. He stays down for a second, catching his breath before sitting up with a wide smile on his face, looking out at the crowd who are cheering his name. The camera cuts to a tight shot of Rush, his face a mix of exhaustion and triumph. He gets to his feet and raises his arms, soaking in the adulation. He points to a picture of the PV Heavyweight Championship, then to the PV TV Championship, signalling his intention. He nods, as if to say, “This is just the start.” The camera pans back to show him celebrating in the ring, a victorious look on his face. This is the win he needs to get his career back on track.
Backstage
The office of Project Violence Commissioner James Von Drake is clean, modern, and sparsely decorated, save for the large PV logo behind his desk. The door bursts open as CHERRY BORDEAUX, in a flashy, rhinestone-covered outfit, storms in, her platinum blonde hair slightly dishevelled. JVD is seated at his desk, looking calm and unbothered.
CHERRY: What is this, James? What is this?! You have James Mendoza, a man who has already proved his superiority, booked in a singles match against Dash Diaz for tonight’s main event!
JVD: Cherry, calm down. Take a seat.
CHERRY: I don’t want to sit! I want to know why you are humiliating my team! James Mendoza has already beaten that boy! What more does he have to prove? It’s a waste of my time, his time, and the audience’s time!
JVD leans back in his chair, his expression unchanging.
JVD: On the contrary, Cherry. James Mendoza may have beaten Dash Diaz before, but it was not a decisive victory. I, and the PV audience, would like to see if he can repeat the feat without the help of a surprise attack.
CHERRY: He’s the fighter! He already proved he’s a step above Dash Diaz.
JVD: Dash Diaz is a former PV TV Champion. He is laser-focused and disciplined , and in the eyes of many, is a future PV Heavyweight Champion. He deserves a chance at revenge. He deserves to prove that he is indeed ‘The Standard’.
Cherry takes a step toward the desk, leaning in and lowering her voice.
CHERRY: You’re just setting us up to fail, aren’t you? You’re giving the darling of your fan base a chance to get a cheap win and get his career back on track.
JVD: Not at all. I’m giving James Mendoza, and by extension your entire… “unit”, the chance to prove they’re not all talk. He has the opportunity to put a definitive end to this. This is about making a statement. You either put up, or you shut up.
Cherry stares at him, her eyes narrowing. The Commissioner stares back, not blinking. Cherry lets out a frustrated huff and turns on her heel, storming out of the office and slamming the door behind her.
Single Match
Jean Louis Duval vs. Rex Stone
Maurice Ravel’s “Boléro” with a dramatic remix intro fills the Crimson Club Arena. The crowd immediately begins to jeer as Jean-Louis Duval makes his way down the ramp, wearing a velvet smoking jacket and silk scarf. He pauses dramatically, pulling a stylish cigarette from a case, taking a long drag, and exhaling a plume of smoke into the air. He arrogantly looks down on the fans, a smug smirk on his face.
BRINDLE: There’s the self-proclaimed “Aristocrat of Agony”, Jean-Louis Duval. He’s one of the most decorated and divisive figures in all of Europe. The crowd absolutely detests his smug demeanour.
KAOS: Well, I don’t blame them, Zac. What a pretentious prick! Smoking a cigarette on the way to the ring? Who does that?
BRINDLE: He’s a former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight and International Heavyweight Champion. He has the accolades to back up his arrogance, Johnny. This is a man who treats wrestling as an art form that only he truly understands.
A driving modern rock anthem begins as Rex Stone’s name flashes on the screen. The crowd erupts into cheers as the young Canadian prodigy makes his way to the ring, clad in red and white tights with maple leaf designs. He has a clean-cut look and an athletic, toned build. Chants of “Stone! Stone! Stone!” rain down from the audience.
BRINDLE: Now this is a talent you can get behind. Rex Stone embodies the future of this sport. He’s a technical master who is determined to prove that discipline and skill can outmatch size and experience.
KAOS: The kid’s got some talent, I’ll give him that, but he’s got a long way to go. Duval has been doing this for years; he’s got a mean streak a mile wide. The kid’s too clean-cut for my liking.
Duval immediately refuses to shake Stone’s hand. Duval tries to lock up, but Stone quickly counters into an arm drag, a show of technical proficiency that earns a pop from the crowd. Duval gets up, seething, and the two lock up again. This time, Duval gets the better of Stone, taking him to the mat with a headlock. Stone expertly works his way to his feet, but Duval pulls his hair, a classic underhanded tactic. Williams catches it and warns Duval, who just smirks at the referee.
BRINDLE: A typical cheap shot from Duval. He’ll do whatever it takes to win.
The match proceeds at a measured pace. Duval focuses on technical wrestling, outclassing Stone with elegant chain wrestling and targeted attacks on his arm. Stone fights back with bursts of agility and hard-hitting German suplexes , but Duval keeps wrenching on the arm, trying to wear him down for his finisher, La Révolution Française. Duval connects with a European uppercut flurry and a slingshot suplex before attempting to lock in his submission. Stone counters and escapes, building some momentum.
The crowd rallies behind Stone. He hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker , then a snap DDT. Stone goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! Duval kicks out, a look of pure frustration on his face. Stone sends Duval into the corner and charges in with a running knee strike. Stone signals for his finisher, the Stonebreaker. He grabs Duval’s arm and locks in the bridging crossface submission. The crowd is on its feet, roaring, as Duval screams in agony. He struggles to get to the ropes.
KAOS: It’s over! He’s going to tap!
BRINDLE: What an incredible technical display from Rex Stone! This kid is on his way to the top!
Duval, inches from the ropes, desperately raises his hand as if to tap, but he quickly shifts his body weight, pushing himself forward, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he sends a pinch of cigarette ash from his jacket pocket into Rex Stone’s eyes, a dirty tactic Duval has used before. The referee, who was distracted by Duval almost tapping, does not see it. Stone immediately releases the hold and clutches his eyes, screaming in pain. Duval, seeing his opening, kicks Stone in the head, sending him to the mat, and quickly locks in La Révolution Française, the rolling crossface chickenwing. Stone, still blinded and disoriented, has no choice but to tap.
The bell rings.
The crowd immediately begins to boo loudly as Duval releases the hold. He gets to his feet, smirking and dusting himself off. He stands over Rex Stone, who is still writhing on the mat, his hands over his eyes. Duval signals for the referee to raise his hand. Harper W. Williams, completely oblivious to what happened, raises Duval’s arm in victory. Duval holds his arm high in the air, a smug look of satisfaction on his face as the boos rain down. He points to his head and mouths the words, “I am the best.” Duval then retrieves his cigarette case, lights another one, and takes a puff as he glares at the fans. He has won.
Ringside
The camera remains focused on Jean-Louis Duval, who is still standing over the prone body of Rex Stone. Duval, with a self-satisfied sneer, stomps on the injured arm of Stone, who screams in pain on the mat.
BRINDLE: Duval is a disgrace! He won the match, but that’s not enough for him. He’s a coward!
KAOS: The kid got what he deserved, Zac. This is what happens when you get in the ring with a man like Duval!
Duval takes another drag of his cigarette and then, with a mocking gesture, flicks the lit butt onto Stone’s chest. He then grabs Stone by the hair, lifts him up, and prepares to hit his finisher, La Révolution Française, again. Suddenly, the arena fills with the sounds of a pulsating rock beat with an aggressive guitar riff as Adam Garcia’s theme, “I’M NUMBER ONE”, hits. The crowd immediately explodes with loud cheers.
The camera cuts to the entrance ramp, where Adam Garcia sprints down, a determined look on his face. Garcia is a powerful and calculated wrestler, known for his “strong style” and past MMA experience. He has a short temper and will do whatever is necessary to win. He slides into the ring, and the crowd chants, “GARCIA! GARCIA! GARCIA!”
Duval, surprised, drops Stone and immediately gets into a fighting stance. Garcia rushes him, and the two men start to brawl. Garcia connects with a stiff forearm, and Duval returns fire with a flurry of European uppercuts. The two men trade blows in the centre of the ring, with the crowd roaring with every strike. Garcia gains the upper hand, overwhelming Duval with a series of heavy strikes, showcasing his aggressive style. He hits a running angle liger bomb, El Cid, sending Duval crashing to the mat. Duval quickly rolls out of the ring, clutching his jaw.
BRINDLE: Garcia is here for revenge! This has been a long time coming. Duval humiliated him in the European Cup Final, and Garcia has been waiting to get his hands on him ever since!
KAOS: Now this is what I’m talking about, Zac! Let ’em fight! This is pure, unadulterated violence!
Duval tries to create distance, circling the ring, but Garcia follows him out and continues the brawl. The two men exchange punches and kicks around the ringside area, with Duval desperately trying to escape Garcia’s rage. Duval tries to grab his cigarette case from the announce table, but Garcia shoves him into the steel steps. The two men continue to brawl near the timekeeper’s area, knocking over a production box.
Suddenly, a wave of security guards sprints down the entrance ramp, looking to separate the two brawling wrestlers. Garcia is not giving up and continues to throw punches at Duval, who is being held back by two security guards. Garcia is finally pulled back by three guards, screaming at Duval in Spanish. Duval, now safe on the other side of the security guards, smirks at Garcia, mockingly puffing on an imaginary cigarette.
BRINDLE: They just can’t be in the same building without this happening, Johnny! This feud has been festering for months, and it’s all going to come to a head at the ‘Oblivion’ PPV!
KAOS: And in a steel cage match! You better believe I’ll be there! There will be nowhere for Duval to run! This is going to be good!
Garcia continues to fight the security guards, trying to get to Duval, who is now walking backwards up the entrance ramp, still smirking and blowing a mocking kiss. The camera focuses on Garcia, who looks absolutely enraged. He points to Duval and then to his wrist, signalling that their time is coming.
Backstage
ELENA CRUZ, dressed impeccably and holding a microphone with the PV logo on it, stands in front of the camera, checking her phone. The lights and camera are on, but her focus is on her social media. She sighs, clearly bored.
ELENA: I’m here with Bernard Wolfe. Bernard, you’ve got a huge match tonight against Maverick Matthews. A true clash of styles. Matthews is a brawler , and you’re known for your “American Strong Style” , but what’s your game plan for dealing with a man who thrives on chaos?
Bernard Wolfe, dressed in a black leather jacket over a t-shirt, stands facing the camera. He’s cordial and friendly, even in the face of Cruz’s obvious lack of interest. He smiles, a little hint of a mischievous glint in his eye.
WOLFE: Well, Elena, it’s pretty simple. Maverick Matthews likes to fight, and I like to fight. He’s a brute , a mauler, but I’ve faced brutes before. My style is a blend of a few different things, and I can adapt. I’m going to hit him hard, grapple fast, and if I need to, I’ll leap through the air like nothing’s holding me down. It’s going to be a barnburner.
Elena nods slowly, barely paying attention to his words, and scrolls through her phone.
ELENA: Right, right. A “barnburner”. So, let’s talk about last week. You and your partner, Gabriel Cross, were in a tag team match against Henry Steele and James Mendoza. But, halfway through, Cross just… walked out. What’s your take on that? Are you and your “Celestial Crusader” on the same page?
A flash of anger crosses Wolfe’s face, but he quickly composes himself. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
WOLFE: To be honest, I don’t know what’s going on in Gabe’s head. He’s a man of strong convictions , a “Holy Avenger” , and maybe his crusade for “divine justice” just didn’t align with that match. It was a tough situation, for sure. I was left in a handicap match against two very dangerous men, and yeah, I lost. It was brutal.
ELENA: So you’re not on the same page? He left you high and dry. I mean, what kind of a partner does that?
WOLFE: Look, all I know is that I’ve been wrestling my whole career with a certain set of values, a certain code. Gabe has his own code. I’m not going to throw him under the bus. But what happened last week… it was disrespectful. Not to me, but to the art of wrestling itself.
Wolfe’s tone has changed. The cordiality is gone, replaced by a cold frustration.
WOLFE: I was left to face Henry Steele, “The Titan” , who’s 275 pounds , and James Mendoza, a man who just wants to hurt people with his taped fists. I’m not saying I blame him, but I do think a partner should have your back.
Cruz looks up from her phone, a genuine flicker of interest in her eyes.
ELENA: So what happens now? What’s the plan for next time?
WOLFE: The plan is simple. Tonight, I show Maverick Matthews what American Strong Style is all about. And after that, I think I need to have a conversation with Gabriel Cross. Just a little chat between old friends. We’ll see where his “higher moral plane” takes him then.
Wolfe gives a small, menacing smile, turns, and walks away from the camera. Cruz looks after him, a thoughtful expression on her face for the first time, before turning back to her phone.
Single Match
Maverick Matthews vs. Bernard Wolfe
The sound of a hard-hitting rap/rock fusion track with gritty bass and aggressive lyrics fills the arena as Maverick Matthews makes his way down the ramp. He’s a brute, a Chicago-based brawler who thrives on intimidation. He sneers at the crowd and talks trash at the fans.
BRINDLE: Here’s a man who has no respect for the rules, the fans, or the business itself. Maverick Matthews is a barroom brawler who just happens to be getting paid to do his fighting in a wrestling ring.
KAOS: And that’s why I love him! He’s not here for your fancy dance moves and acrobatics, Zac. He’s here to inflict damage, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do to Bernard Wolfe.
A metal cover of “The Way Home” by Alex Yarmak begins to play as Bernard Wolfe enters the arena. Wolfe is all smiles, a cordial sort of guy who treats most people like an old friend. He acknowledges the crowd as he makes his way to the ring, his demeanour a stark contrast to his opponent.
BRINDLE: Bernard Wolfe is an explosive wrestler with an “American Strong Style”. He’s here to show that you can fight hard and fight fair. This is a chance for him to get back on track after what happened last week with Gabriel Cross.
KAOS: He’s still thinking about that, Zac. He’s not focused! Maverick is going to tear him to shreds!
The bell rings, and the two men circle each other. Matthews goes for a big boot early on, but Wolfe dodges it and tries for a takedown. Matthews shoves him off and connects with a spinning backfist, followed by a running big boot that catches Wolfe flush in the jaw. Wolfe stumbles back, and Matthews charges in, hitting a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Matthews stomps on Wolfe and then connects with a series of corner-mounted punches. He then stands over Wolfe and starts to choke him with his boot. The referee starts to count, but Matthews just yells at him to mind his own business.
BRINDLE: What a disgusting display! Matthews is just a thug. He’s got no regard for the rules.
KAOS: The man’s all about inflicting damage, Zac! He’s a menace!
Wolfe finally rolls out of the ring, but Matthews follows him. Matthews tries to send Wolfe into the steel steps, but Wolfe reverses it and sends Matthews crashing into them instead. Wolfe, a slow starter, finally starts to build momentum. He gets back into the ring and waits for Matthews. Matthews gets back in, and Wolfe hits him with a flurry of strikes, a hard kick to the chest, and then a pump handle muscular bomb, the New Horizons! Wolfe goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! Matthews kicks out.
Wolfe signals for a top-rope move, but the lights suddenly flicker in the arena. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, revealing Gabriel Cross standing there, in full ring gear, with his hands behind his back. Cross is wearing a look of disappointment and judgment. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at the ring with a serious expression.
BRINDLE: What is Gabriel Cross doing out here? He’s clearly trying to distract Bernard Wolfe!
KAOS: What a psycho! See, I told you! He’s not a team player, Zac! He’s just weird!
Matthews, seeing his opportunity, rushes at Wolfe, but Wolfe is focused on Cross. Matthews connects with a stiff knee to the head. He grabs Wolfe and puts him in position for his finisher, the Chi-Town Beatdown. He lifts him up for a powerbomb, but as he goes to drop him, Wolfe turns it into a hurricanrana, sending Matthews flying into the ropes. Matthews bounces off the ropes, and Wolfe, in a beautiful, fluid motion, hits a top-rope Spanish Fly, the Bernard in the Sky with Diamonds! The crowd roars as Wolfe goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rings.
The crowd erupts as Bernard Wolfe picks up the win. Wolfe, exhausted, rolls to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle. He stares down the ramp at Gabriel Cross, who just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away. Wolfe turns back to the ring, a look of triumph and frustration on his face. He’s won the match, but he knows his problems with Gabriel Cross are just beginning.
Backstage
Elena Cruz, still looking as though she’d rather be anywhere else, holds the microphone in front of her. She’s staring directly into the camera, a practiced smile on her face.
ELENA: Welcome back. I’m joined now by “The Standard,” Dash Diaz. Dash, tonight you face James Mendoza in a highly anticipated main event. You’re a former PV TV Champion , and many people see you as a future PV Heavyweight Champion. But you and Mendoza have a history. You lost to him the last time you met. How are you feeling heading into this match?
DASH DIAZ, looking sharp and focused, steps up to the microphone. His energy is high, but he speaks with a calm, confident tone.
DIAZ: Elena, let’s be clear. The last time James Mendoza and I were in the ring, things didn’t go my way. He came out on top, and I respect that. He’s a brawler , a pit bull with taped fists. But tonight, things are different. Tonight is about redemption. It’s about proving that I am “The Standard,” a promise to myself and the fans that I will set the bar higher every time I step in that ring. I’m not looking at Mendoza as a roadblock; I’m looking at him as a stepping stone.
ELENA: A stepping stone to what? Do you already have your sights set on Caleb Knox and his PV Heavyweight Championship when you meet at Oblivion?
A fire ignites in Diaz’s eyes. He nods slowly, a grin spreading across his face.
DIAZ: You heard it right. At the Oblivion pay-per-view in September, I’m challenging for the biggest prize in Project Violence. Caleb Knox is one of the toughest, most resilient men on the planet. They call him “Iron Heart” for a reason , and he’s not one to back down from a fight. He’s a brawler with technical skills, and he’s not going to make it easy for me. But I’ve got a mix of technical wrestling and high-flying offence, and I’m going to use it to prove that my time is now.
ELENA: So you’re confident you can defeat the man who never quits, the man with an unwavering determination?
Diaz leans in toward the camera, his voice full of conviction.
DIAZ: Look, I’ve got the youth and discipline to outmatch his experience. I’ve been called a “can’t-miss” future star. I’m not just here to show up; I’m here to show out. And when I face Caleb Knox, I’m not just going to set the standard; I’m going to raise it.
Diaz turns and walks away, a determined look on his face. Cruz gives a slight eye roll and turns back to the camera.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Boyd Jackson
A heavy southern rock track with a roaring guitar riff and the sound of a revving motorcycle fills the arena. The crowd roars as Dutch Ramirez makes his way down the ramp on a Harley Davidson, sporting a leather vest with patches and a thick beard. He is a larger-than-life biker who embodies the spirit of the open road and stands up for what’s right. He’s a powerhouse brawler with thunderous slams and bone-rattling strikes.
BRINDLE: Here comes “The Outlaw”, Dutch Ramirez! The man is a fan favorite because he fights hard and he fights fair. He’s here to show that you don’t need to cheat or lie to earn respect in this business.
KAOS: The guy’s just a poser, Zac! He’s all flash and no substance! He’s about to get run over by a real juggernaut, Boyd Jackson!
A hard-hitting hip-hop track with heavy bass and aggressive lyrics starts playing, and the crowd immediately begins to boo loudly. Boyd Jackson, a massive, muscular man with long dreadlocks, makes his way to the ring. He is an intimidating, no-nonsense powerhouse with a mean streak.
BRINDLE: And here is the man who thrives on intimidation and dominance, “The Juggernaut” Boyd Jackson! This man is a nightmare for anyone who steps into the ring with him.
KAOS: Now this is a man who understands that power equals superiority. He’s a monster, Zac, a real monster! And tonight, he’s going to show everyone why they should fear him!
The bell rings, and the two heavyweights stand in the centre of the ring, staring each other down. The crowd roars as the two giants collide, trying to overpower each other. Jackson gains the upper hand, pushing Ramirez into the corner with his raw strength. He hits an avalanche in the corner, followed by a running powerslam. Jackson goes for a cover. ONE! Ramirez kicks out and stares at Jackson. Jackson tries again, hitting a delayed vertical suplex, showing off his incredible strength. He goes for another cover. ONE! TWO! Ramirez kicks out again. Jackson looks frustrated.
BRINDLE: Ramirez is a man of principle. He’s not going to back down from a bully like Boyd Jackson!
KAOS: Jackson is toying with him, Zac! He’s just getting started!
Jackson continues his assault, sending Ramirez into the ropes and catching him with a big boot on the rebound. He hits a two-handed choke toss, sending Ramirez flying across the ring. Ramirez gets up, clutching his throat, and Jackson charges in with a short-arm clothesline. Ramirez, however, ducks under and connects with a crushing clothesline of his own, a “Highway Clothesline”. Jackson stumbles back and Ramirez connects with a Samoan drop. Ramirez is now building momentum. He hits a spinebuster and then a running crossbody.
The two men are in the centre of the ring, trading thunderous blows, with the crowd on their feet. Jackson hits a big boot, and Ramirez returns fire with a thunderous running lariat. Both men fall to the mat, exhausted. The referee begins to count, but both men are slowly getting to their feet. They rise at the same time and begin to trade forearms. Ramirez hits a big boot, followed by a powerful running lariat. Jackson stays on his feet, and Ramirez hits another one, but Jackson refuses to go down. Ramirez hits another one, but Jackson just shrugs it off.
Jackson, enraged, charges at Ramirez, who ducks and sends Jackson into the ropes. Jackson rebounds off the ropes, and Ramirez catches him with a sit-out powerbomb, the “Road Rash”. The crowd is on its feet, roaring with excitement! Ramirez goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rings, and Dutch Ramirez is the winner!
Backstage
After picking up a huge win against Boyd Jackson, Dutch Ramirez is still in the ring, his hand raised in victory. He’s breathing heavily but looks full of adrenaline. The crowd is still buzzing from the war they just witnessed. A ring technician quickly hands Ramirez a microphone, and the crowd begins to chant his name.
RAMIREZ: (Into the microphone) Man, I told you! The ‘Highway Hammer’ is here to stay! And that ain’t just talk, that’s a promise!
Ramirez takes a moment to catch his breath, looking out at the cheering crowd. He takes a moment to look over at the announce desk, where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are seated.
RAMIREZ: Tonight I took on a ‘Juggernaut’, a monster, and I walked out of here with the victory! And I did it because that’s what I do! I stand for what’s right! I stand for the fans! I stand for the open road! And most importantly, I stand for something!
The crowd cheers loudly. Ramirez gestures to the entrance ramp.
RAMIREZ: But tonight isn’t just about walking out with a win, it’s about walking forward. I’ve been on a mission, and I’m not stopping until I get what I deserve! There’s a guy in the back with some gold around his waist. He calls himself Midas. He’s the PV TV Champion , and he’s supposed to be someone that is rising up the rankings and could be a potential future PV Heavyweight Champion.
Ramirez points to the PV TV Championship that sits on a stand next to the announcer’s desk.
RAMIREZ: Midas, you’re a good wrestler, but you’re not a man of the people! You’re a showman! You’re about flash and theatrics! I’m about grit and heart, and I’m coming for that PV TV Championship!
Ramirez raises the microphone.
RAMIREZ: So Midas! I’m officially laying down the challenge! I’m coming for that PV TV Championship! And when I get it, I’ll prove that it’s not just for the rising stars, but for a true outlaw of the ring!
Ramirez drops the microphone, and his music hits again. He stands in the centre of the ring, his arms raised in a defiant pose, as the crowd goes wild. He’s made his intentions clear, and the PV TV Champion has been put on notice.
Main Event Match
Dash Diaz vs. James Mendoza
The main event is here! The arena is buzzing with anticipation as the lights dim. A gritty, slow-burn hard rock track with heavy riffs and an ominous beat fills the arena as James Mendoza, with his shaved head, menacing glare, and taped fists, makes his way to the ring. He is accompanied by his faction members, Henry Steele and Cherry Bordeaux.
BRINDLE: Here he is, the bitter and brutal James Mendoza. Once a fan favourite, he has grown resentful and now puts his faith in brute force and his alliance with Henry Steele and Cherry Bordeaux.
KAOS: The man has finally wised up, Zac! The fans turned on him when he struggled, so he’s turning on them! He’s here to prove that his fists—and his anger—are all he needs to win!
A high-energy hip-hop/rock fusion track with soaring hooks begins to play as Dash Diaz makes his way down the ramp. He’s a lean, athletic young man with a stylish, modern look. The crowd gives him a huge pop and chants “Dash! Dash! Dash!”
BRINDLE: And here is “The Standard,” Dash Diaz! He’s one of the youngest prospects in this company and has already been a PV TV Champion. He is out to prove he is a legitimate contender for the PV Heavyweight Championship!
KAOS: He’s all flash! Mendoza is going to eat him alive!
The bell rings, and the two men circle each other. Mendoza charges in with a short-arm clothesline, but Diaz is too quick, ducking under it and hitting a running Spanish Fly. Mendoza stumbles to his feet, and Diaz connects with a standing shooting star press. Diaz goes for the cover. ONE! Mendoza kicks out. Diaz keeps the pressure on, hitting a snap dragon suplex.
BRINDLE: An incredible start for Dash Diaz! His speed and agility are giving Mendoza fits!
KAOS: Give it a minute, Zac! Mendoza is a brawler! He’s just waiting for his opportunity to pounce!
Mendoza finally catches Diaz with a stiff spinebuster, sending him crashing to the mat. Mendoza begins to punish Diaz with repeated headbutts, clubbing him in the chest, and then a gut wrench powerbomb. Mendoza goes for a cover. ONE! TWO! Diaz kicks out. Mendoza gets angry, yelling at the referee. Cherry Bordeaux, at ringside, begins to taunt Diaz and distract the referee, getting up on the apron and flaunting her looks.
BRINDLE: Cherry Bordeaux is a distraction! She’s out here to do whatever it takes to help her man win!
KAOS: She’s just helping him out! She’s the cunning strategist of their little crew!
Mendoza, seeing his opportunity, goes for a cheap shot, but Diaz reverses it and sends Mendoza into the corner. Diaz climbs the top rope and hits a top-rope hurricanrana. Diaz, seeing Mendoza on the outside, rushes to the ropes and hits a suicide dive through the ropes. The crowd roars as Diaz throws Mendoza back in the ring.
Suddenly, Henry Steele, a massive man with an imposing presence, rushes to the ringside area and gets on the apron, a look of pure menace on his face. Cherry Bordeaux, now off the apron, begins to distract the referee again. Steele, seeing his opportunity, grabs Diaz’s head and plants him on the apron, but Diaz manages to reverse it and sends Steele crashing to the outside.
BRINDLE: The numbers game is too much for Dash Diaz to overcome!
KAOS: Steele is a force of nature, Zac! He’s here to make sure his man wins!
Mendoza, seeing his faction members fail, gets enraged. He runs at Diaz, but Diaz ducks and sends him into the ropes. Diaz hits a springboard cutter. Diaz, with a burst of adrenaline, climbs to the top turnbuckle. The crowd is on its feet, roaring in anticipation. Diaz leaps off the top rope, hitting his secondary finisher, the Flight 305, a top-rope 450 splash. Diaz hooks the leg for the cover!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rings! Dash Diaz has won the match!
Ringside
The main event has just concluded, and the crowd is on its feet, cheering for Dash Diaz. Diaz is standing in the middle of the ring, looking exhausted but triumphant, as his music plays. He looks out at the fans, and they chant his name. He has finally gotten some revenge over James Mendoza and his faction, Henry Steele and Cherry Bordeaux. Diaz raises his arms in victory, soaking in the adulation.
The camera cuts to a close-up of Diaz, who is still smiling. The crowd begins to chant his name louder and louder, as his music swells. Suddenly, the music cuts out, and the arena goes silent. The fans begin to look around, confused, as a man jumps the barrier from the front row and sprints toward the ring. The man is CALED KNOX, the PV Heavyweight Champion! He has a menacing scowl on his face, and he’s clutching the championship belt in his hand.
Diaz, who is still in the middle of the ring, turns around, but it is too late. Knox swings the belt and connects with the back of Diaz’s head, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in boos. Knox stands over the prone body of Diaz, holding the PV Heavyweight Championship belt aloft. Knox is known for his unwavering determination and his mental toughness, but tonight, he has shown a different side of himself. He looks down at Diaz with a look of pure disdain.
BRINDLE: I don’t believe it! Caleb Knox has just attacked Dash Diaz! What a despicable act from the champion!
KAOS: Now that’s what I’m talking about, Zac! That’s how you get things done! You don’t wait for permission; you take what you want!
Knox, still standing over Diaz, grabs the PV Heavyweight Championship belt and places it on the chest of Diaz. He then puts one foot on the belt, a clear sign of disrespect. The boos rain down from the crowd, but Knox doesn’t care. He looks out at the audience with a look that says, “What are you going to do about it?” He’s a no-nonsense, gritty competitor, and tonight, he has proven it.
The camera pans out, showing Knox standing over the motionless body of Dash Diaz, who has been laid out by the champion. The PV logo is displayed on the screen as the show goes off the air, with Knox still standing in the ring, his hand on the belt.
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