PV Uprising 135
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 30th August 2025
An intense, strobe-lit intro package for Project Violence opens the show. A rapid-fire montage of wrestlers flashes across the screen: Caleb Knox hitting the Iron Will , the Masters of the Mat hoisting their titles , Midas with his TV Championship , followed by quick cuts of Henry Steele’s Steel Collapse , Jean-Louis Duval’s arrogant smirk , and the high-flying moves of Teddy Rush. As the PV logo appears, it transitions into a shot of the commentary desk, positioned ringside at the Crimson Club Casino & Arena in Atlantic City, NJ.
ZAC BRINDLE: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Project Violence: Uprising 135, live from Atlantic City! I’m Zac Brindle alongside my broadcast partner, Johnny Kaos. It is a massive night of action, and with only four shows left until Oblivion 2025, every match, every moment, matters more than ever.
JOHNNY KAOS: Yeah, yeah, I know, Brindle, “disrespecting the business”, or whatever. I’m just ready for some chaos! Four shows left? That means four chances for someone to get their head kicked in, four chances for a chair shot—
ZAC BRINDLE: (Cutting him off) And you, of course, would prefer that. Let’s get to our main event, a huge tag team showdown: the PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox, teams with the insufferable Jean-Louis Duval, to face the team of Dash Diaz and Adam Garcia!
JOHNNY KAOS: Now that’s a matchup! The Spanish Ace Adam Garcia and the guy who calls himself “The Standard” Dash Diaz, against the two most arrogant men on the planet. I can already hear the boos from the crowd for Duval and Knox!
ZAC BRINDLE: Speaking of duos, the Masters of the Mat are in non-title action tonight against The Ordinary Gentlemen! We also have a collision of powerhouses as Henry Steele faces the fan-favorite Dutch Ramirez!
JOHNNY KAOS: Dutch is a beast, man. Revs his bike , hits that Road Rash and it’s all over! I’m hoping this one gets wild.
ZAC BRINDLE: I’m sure you are. We’ll also see the young technical prodigy Rex Stone take on the formidable Henry Steele. And a battle between two of the brightest young stars in PV, as Chopper Anderson faces Teddy Rush!
JOHNNY KAOS: Teddy Rush, the Skyline Specialist! That kid flies around the ring, Brindle. He’s going to light this place up.
ZAC BRINDLE: Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. With that said, we have a packed night in front of us. Let’s send it down to our ring announcer, as our first match is set to begin!
Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs The Ordinary Gentlemen
A shot of the commentary table as the first song hits.
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh yeah, here we go! It’s the Masters of the Mat!
ZAC BRINDLE: The Masters of the Mat, the reigning and defending PV Tag Team Champions, are making their way to the ring, Johnny. This is a non-title match, but they are still looking for a convincing win tonight ahead of their championship defense against Rebel Society at Oblivion 2025.
The music cuts and is replaced with a classic rock song, and the team known as “The Ordinary Gentlemen” makes their way to the ring. They are clean-cut, wearing matching blazers and ties over their wrestling gear. They smile and wave to the fans, shaking hands as they make their way down the ramp.
ZAC BRINDLE: And here come their opponents, The Ordinary Gentlemen. A respectable-looking team. Let’s hope they don’t get themselves into too much trouble against a team as formidable as the Masters of the Mat.
JOHNNY KAOS: “Respectable?” C’mon, Brindle! They look like they’re on their way to a Sunday school picnic. They’re called the Masters of the Mat for a reason! They’re gonna tear these guys apart.
The bell rings.
The Masters of the Mat, all business, immediately take control. The crowd is quiet, more out of respect for the champions than anything else. One of the Masters of the Mat quickly locks up with one of the Gentlemen, overpowering him with a stiff elbow to the jaw. He follows it up with a relentless series of forearms, driving the Gentleman into the corner. He tags his partner in with a hard slap to the back, and they hit a beautiful double-team move—a snap mare followed by a vicious running knee. The Gentleman kicks out at two.
ZAC BRINDLE: A dominant start from the Masters of the Mat. They are showing why they are the undisputed PV Tag Team Champions. They just work so well together.
JOHNNY KAOS: Like a well-oiled machine, Brindle! They’re not playing around. You can tell they’re sending a message to Rebel Society!
A camera cut to a backstage monitor reveals Rebel Society, a rugged, street-wise duo, watching the match intently. They have a look of disdain on their faces.
The action continues, and The Ordinary Gentlemen try to mount a comeback. The crowd starts to give them a smattering of applause, urging them on. One of the Gentlemen manages to hit a dropkick, creating some separation, and tags his partner. He tries to capitalize, but the Masters of the Mat are just too good. They quickly cut him off, isolating him in their corner. The Masters of the Mat utilize quick tags and precise strikes, targeting the Gentleman’s midsection with gut kicks and body shots. They show no mercy.
ZAC BRINDLE: The Masters of the Mat are in complete control here. They’ve completely neutralized The Ordinary Gentlemen. It’s a clinic on tag team wrestling.
JOHNNY KAOS: This is exactly what I wanted to see! They’re not just winning, they’re dominating. This is what you do when you’re on top—you make a statement!
The Masters of the Mat hit another double-team maneuver, a devastating combo that ends with a thunderous powerbomb. One of the Masters of the Mat covers his opponent. 1, 2, 3! The Masters of the Mat win convincingly.
ZAC BRINDLE: And that’s it! A decisive victory for the Masters of the Mat. They leave no doubt as to why they are at the top of the tag team division. A truly dominant performance.
JOHNNY KAOS: Dominant is the word, Zac! They made that look easy. Rebel Society better be watching, because if they think they’re going to just waltz in and take those belts, they’ve got another thing coming. The Masters of the Mat just proved they are a completely different level.
The Masters of the Mat stand tall in the center of the ring, their hands raised in victory, as the referee hands them their championship belts. They lift the titles high, a clear message to Rebel Society.
Backstage
The camera is set up for a classic arrival shot. The double doors to the loading dock swing open, and Adam Garcia steps in, a duffel bag over his shoulder. He’s dressed casually, but the cocky smirk on his face is undeniable. Garcia nods at a few crew members as he walks past. He is the first of the night’s main event participants to arrive.
A voice calls out from just off-screen.
DASH DIAZ (Smiling, genuinely enthusiastic) Adam! Hey, man, glad you’re here. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.
The camera pans to reveal Dash Diaz, leaning against a production crate, an athletic jacket zipped up over his gear.
ADAM GARCIA (Looking at Diaz with a measured stare) Dash. Good to see you, my friend.
DASH DIAZ Tonight is huge for us. The main event of Uprising 135! And against two guys who need a serious dose of humility.
Garcia lets out a short, cynical laugh.
ADAM GARCIA Humility? Believe me, I know all about Jean-Louis Duval. The arrogance, the smug attitude… it’s all an act to cover up what he really is: a coward who can’t win without cheating. He beat me in the European Cup Final. He stole that from me, and he’s been running his mouth about it ever since. Tonight, I don’t care about anything else. All I want is to get my hands on that man.
DASH DIAZ I get it, I do. But we can’t let him bait us into a brawl. We have to be smart about this. We’re two of the best pure wrestlers on this roster. We use our technique, our speed… we out-wrestle them. That’s how we get the job done.
Garcia shakes his head, dropping his duffel bag to the floor with a thud.
ADAM GARCIA No. That’s not how it works, not with Duval. He’s an aristocrat of agony. You think that sounds like a man who cares about the rules? He’ll do whatever is necessary to win. My goal isn’t just to win, Dash. My goal is to make him suffer. To get some revenge. I’m going to rip his arm out of its socket and break it in two!
Diaz’s confident smile falters slightly as he looks at the intense rage in Garcia’s eyes. He sees the temper that Garcia is known for.
DASH DIAZ Okay, okay. I hear you. Just… don’t let him get in your head. Let’s make sure we put on a match worthy of “The Standard” and “the Mad Bull”. We’re going to get our revenge, I promise you.
Diaz puts a hand on Garcia’s shoulder. Garcia stares at him for a moment, the anger still boiling, then nods once, curtly. He picks his bag back up and walks toward the locker rooms. Diaz stands there for a beat, a hint of concern on his face, before turning and following him.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs Steven Love
The familiar roar of a motorcycle echoes through the arena as the lights dim. The crowd erupts as Dutch Ramirez, “The Outlaw” , rides his motorcycle down the ramp. He’s wearing a leather vest with patches, fingerless gloves, and sunglasses , a thick beard and tattooed arms completing the look. He dismounts, gives a fist bump to a few fans, and climbs into the ring, a powerful, no-nonsense presence.
ZAC BRINDLE: The crowd is on its feet for Dutch Ramirez! The man is a fan-favorite, an honest, principled warrior who fights for what’s right.
JOHNNY KAOS: Dutch is a monster, Brindle! He’s all power and grit, and he’s not afraid to use it. You can just feel the swagger coming off him. This guy lives by his own rules, and the fans love it.
The soft rock ballad “Love Machine” fills the arena, and the crowd gives a smattering of half-hearted applause and boos. Steven Love, “The Lovable Loser” , walks down the ramp with a hopeful smile, a bouquet of fake roses in his hand. He blows a kiss to the crowd but most ignore him. His simple red trunks with hearts on them and worn-down gear highlight his underdog status.
ZAC BRINDLE: And here comes Steven Love, still trying to get his big break. He’s been in PV for years, but has never managed to get out of the lower card.
JOHNNY KAOS: This is not his night, Brindle. This is a guy who loses more than he wins. He’s got a big heart, sure, but heart doesn’t stop a freight train like Dutch Ramirez.
The bell rings, and the match begins. Steven Love, ever the optimist, tries to start with a show of sportsmanship. He offers a handshake. Dutch looks at him, scoffs, and simply shoves him back. Love stumbles, but tries to recover with a sloppy dropkick. Dutch stands his ground, unfazed. He responds with a thunderous running clothesline, catching Love and sending him flying.
JOHNNY KAOS: And that’s all she wrote! The “Highway Clothesline” just flattened him!
ZAC BRINDLE: Dutch Ramirez is showing his dominance. He’s a powerhouse brawler, and Steven Love is completely outmatched here.
Dutch lifts Love up and drives him into the corner with a series of heavy shoulder blocks. He then performs his signature Snake Eyes, slamming Love’s head into the top turnbuckle, before following up with a running boot to the face. Love slumps to the mat.
ZAC BRINDLE: This is a squash match, plain and simple. Dutch is just dismantling him.
JOHNNY KAOS: What did you expect? Steven Love’s offense is all effort, no execution. You can’t win a fight on hope alone.
Dutch drags Love to his feet, hooks him for the Road Rash, a devastating sit-out powerbomb. He holds Love high for a moment, letting the crowd cheer, before crashing him down to the canvas with immense force. The referee counts. 1… 2… 3!
ZAC BRINDLE: Dutch Ramirez with a dominating performance tonight. He makes quick work of Steven Love.
JOHNNY KAOS: That’s how you do it! No messin’ around, no theatrics. Just raw, unadulterated power. This is the kind of stuff that gets me hyped, Brindle! Dutch Ramirez just proved he’s a man on a mission. And I love it.
Ringside
The music for Dutch Ramirez is still playing as he stands in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory. He’s a powerful, impressive figure, and the crowd cheers loudly for him. He nods and gives a thumbs-up to a few fans as he soaks in the applause. The camera pans around the arena, showing fans cheering and applauding.
The lights suddenly go out. A collective gasp from the crowd. After a beat of darkness, a spotlight hits the stage, revealing a woman with a confident, almost condescending smirk on her face. This is Katya Roux. She’s impeccably dressed and holds a microphone in her hand.
ZAC BRINDLE: What is this? This is Katya Roux, the manager of the PV TV Champion, Midas!
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh man, Brindle! I knew it! They’re not here for a tea party. This is my kind of segment!
Katya raises the microphone to her lips, and her voice echoes through the arena.
KATYA ROUX (Smiling coldly) Dutch… Dutch, Dutch, Dutch. What a performance. A truly… dominant performance. But really, who are we kidding? You beat Steven Love. The man who loses more than he wins. Anyone can do that. You think you’re “The Outlaw,” the big bad brawler, but you’re just a man with a motorcycle and a bunch of loyal fans who believe in a lie.
The crowd starts to boo her loudly. Dutch Ramirez, still in the ring, turns his attention to her, his face a mask of stone. He taps his hands together, telling her to come to the ring and show him what she’s really made of.
KATYA ROUX Oh, I’m not the one you should be worried about. I am merely the architect. The one who pulls the strings. The true gold standard of this company… He’s already in the building!
Suddenly, a massive figure with the PV TV Championship strapped around his waist rushes the ring from behind. It’s Midas! Dutch Ramirez turns just in time to see him, but it’s too late. Midas hits a brutal low blow that buckles Dutch, and then another one for good measure. Dutch falls to the mat, clutching his midsection. The crowd boos loudly, a chorus of jeers filling the arena.
JOHNNY KAOS: Yes! YES! That’s how you do it! A good, honest, sneak attack!
ZAC BRINDLE: Midas with a reprehensible, cowardly attack! He’s attacking Dutch from behind, after his match!
Midas picks up Dutch and whips him into the ropes. Dutch rebounds and is met with a massive spear from Midas. The TV Champion mounts the injured Dutch Ramirez and begins to unleash a barrage of punches, a ground-and-pound assault that would make anyone sick to their stomach. The referee rushes into the ring and tries to pull Midas off him, but Midas just shrugs him off.
Katya walks down the ramp now, a triumphant smirk on her face as she watches her client decimate Dutch. She slides into the ring, picks up the PV TV Championship belt, and holds it up for Midas to see. Midas pulls Dutch to his feet, spins him around, and connects with the “Midas Touch,” a devastating reverse suplex. The crowd boos furiously as Dutch Ramirez lays motionless. Midas stands over him, looking down at the fallen warrior, as Katya places the PV TV Championship belt over his chest, showing everyone that their alliance is for real.
The camera zooms in on Midas’s cold, calculated expression as he stares down at Dutch, his hand held high in victory.
Backstage
Elena Cruz stands in front of the Project Violence backdrop, a microphone in her hand. Her expression is one of barely contained boredom, but she forces a professional smile as the camera lights up. She’s meticulously dressed and her phone is clutched in her other hand, a distraction she can’t seem to put down.
ELENA CRUZ (With a practiced, saccharine tone) Welcome back, everyone. We are here with one of the most talked-about competitors in Project Violence, Gabriel Cross. Gabriel, thank you for joining us.
Gabriel Cross steps into the frame. He is dressed in his ring gear, a serious and devout expression on his face.
GABRIEL CROSS (His voice is solemn and commanding) The pleasure is mine, Elena. My mission is to spread a message, and I will take any platform I can to deliver it.
ELENA CRUZ Right. Well, let’s get straight to it. Last week, during Bernard Wolfe’s match, you made your presence known. You didn’t just observe; you interfered, causing a distraction that cost him the victory. The fans are asking: why did you get involved in a match that had nothing to do with you?
Cross’s demeanor remains unchanged, almost as if he’s not hearing the question directly. He looks past Elena, addressing the camera with an intense gaze.
GABRIEL CROSS (Ignoring the specifics of the question) I did not get involved, Elena. I simply offered a moment of clarity. A moment of divine judgment. This business, this industry… it is being corrupted. Corrupted by those who fly through the air like circus performers, those who have no respect for the purity of the mat, for the righteous path of a true warrior.
ELENA CRUZ (Slightly annoyed, but maintaining her composure) So, you’re saying Bernard Wolfe is… corrupted? A circus performer?
GABRIEL CROSS He is a man who leaps without purpose. He strikes without conviction. He cares only for the cheap cheers of the crowd, not for the moral foundation that wrestling should be built upon. My calling is to deliver divine justice. My crusade is to rid this place of the likes of Bernard Wolfe and others who disrespect the business with their… theatrics. I am the Holy Avenger. My purpose is higher than a simple victory.
ELENA CRUZ (Scoffs, a hint of disdain in her voice) A higher purpose? What about a win at Oblivion? Is that part of your… crusade?
Cross finally looks at her, a hint of a smile on his face, a chilling expression that doesn’t reach his eyes.
GABRIEL CROSS My path is set. And at Oblivion, the faithful will be rewarded, and the heretics will be… judged. The Celestial Crusader will prevail.
He turns and walks away, leaving Elena Cruz standing there, looking both unimpressed and slightly disturbed. She shakes her head and checks her phone, muttering under her breath.
ELENA CRUZ (To herself, sighing) Great. More crazy.
She looks up at the camera and forces her professional smile back on.
ELENA CRUZ (To the camera) Well, there you have it, folks. It seems Gabriel Cross has his sights set on Bernard Wolfe, and a potential showdown at Oblivion is on the horizon. Don’t go anywhere, as we have more Uprising action coming your way!
Single Match
Rex Stone vs Henry Steele
A powerful, driving guitar riff fills the arena, and the crowd goes wild as Rex Stone, “The Rising Star”, makes his way to the ring. He’s clean-cut, with a sharp, athletic look, and his red and white tights with maple leaf designs show off his Canadian pride. He gets a huge pop from the crowd, who chant his name as he enters the ring.
ZAC BRINDLE: This is a huge opportunity for Rex Stone! The Canadian Prodigy is one of the most promising young stars in Project Violence. He’s a technical master, and if anyone can ground the titan, it’s him.
JOHNNY KAOS: Yeah, yeah, the kid’s got some moves. But this is Henry Steele we’re talking about, Brindle! This guy is a monster. He’s going to squash this kid. He’s got the raw power, and that’s what wins matches.
The music shifts to a menacing, hard rock theme. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Henry Steele, “The Titan,” walks out, with the glamorous and manipulative Cherry Bordeaux by his side. Steele is a massive, muscular presence, and he carries himself with an air of cold confidence. Cherry, in a flashy, rhinestone-covered outfit, smirks and blows mocking kisses to the booing fans.
ZAC BRINDLE: Henry Steele, a dominant force if there ever was one, and his cunning manager Cherry Bordeaux. She will do anything and everything to secure a victory.
JOHNNY KAOS: She’s just playing the game, Brindle! I don’t care how they win, as long as they get it done. Rex Stone is about to learn that heart and hustle can only get you so far when you’re facing a brick wall.
The bell rings. Rex Stone tries to use his speed and technical prowess to outmaneuver the larger Henry Steele. He ducks under a clothesline and goes for a quick German Suplex, but Steele is too big, too strong. Steele just doesn’t move, no-selling the attempt. Rex bounces off him, and Steele grabs him by the neck, driving him back into the corner with a powerful avalanche.
ZAC BRINDLE: Oh my goodness, Rex Stone is getting a firsthand look at Henry Steele’s power! He couldn’t even budge him!
Steele lifts Rex Stone for a delayed vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a full five seconds to show off his strength. He finally drops him with a thud, and Rex clutches his back in pain. Steele then grabs him and delivers a punishing spinebuster. He goes for the cover, but Rex kicks out at two.
Henry Steele picks up Rex Stone to continue the beatdown, but Rex gets a second wind. He fights back with a flurry of forearms and kicks, trying to chop the big man down. He goes for a running knee strike, but Steele catches him. As Steele is about to throw him, Rex uses his quick thinking to execute a snap DDT. Steele is stunned, and Rex quickly climbs the ropes.
Just as Rex is about to take to the air, Cherry Bordeaux climbs onto the apron, distracting the referee and pointing to something in the crowd. The referee is completely focused on her, and Rex Stone is momentarily distracted as well. Taking advantage of the chaos, Steele recovers and hits Rex Stone with a massive Hammerfall, a thunderous running clothesline. Rex is disoriented. Steele quickly scoops him up for the Steel Collapse, a high-angle powerbomb that drives Rex into the mat. Steele covers him, and the referee turns just in time to count the pinfall. 1… 2… 3!
ZAC BRINDLE: That’s it! Henry Steele gets the win, but only after a blatant, cowardly distraction from Cherry Bordeaux! This is absolutely despicable!
JOHNNY KAOS: Don’t you dare call that despicable, Brindle! That’s called a good manager doing her job! She’s the cunning strategist, and she just secured a victory for her team! Henry Steele wins, and that’s all that matters! This kid Rex Stone will learn that this is not a playground; it’s a battlefield.
Cherry Bordeaux climbs into the ring, and she and Henry Steele stand over the fallen Rex Stone, both of them sneering down at him. Cherry then leans down and blows a mocking kiss to the downed Canadian Prodigy, before laughing and walking up the ramp with Henry Steele. The crowd boos them out of the arena.
Backstage
The camera is positioned inside a spacious, modern office. A large desk sits in the center, and a wall of windows looks out over the Atlantic City skyline. JAMES VON DRAKE sits behind the desk, looking over some papers. The door opens, and in walks the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake. Satake, a clean-cut bull of a man with a distinct scar on his orbital bone, carries the championship belt over his shoulder.
JAMES VON DRAKE Masafumi. Thank you for coming. Please, sit.
Satake takes a seat opposite Von Drake. The atmosphere is tense but respectful.
MASAFUMI SATAKE Commissioner. I assume this is about Oblivion.
JAMES VON DRAKE (Leaning forward, placing his hands on the desk) It is. In four weeks, you face Ryujiro of RSPW. I don’t need to tell you how important this match is. This isn’t just about you, Masafumi. This is about Project Violence. We are part of the Sanctioned Violence Group, and this championship, this title, is our international symbol. It’s a point of pride. For you to lose it to another promotion… a rival promotion, no less… it would be a disaster.
Satake nods slowly, his face calm and serious.
MASAFUMI SATAKE I understand the gravity of the situation. I have been in this business for nearly two decades. I know what’s at stake.
JAMES VON DRAKE I need you to be focused. Ryujiro is a hell of a competitor. He’s younger, faster…
MASAFUMI SATAKE I am more focused now than ever before. My journey brought me back to my home in Japan, but it led me here. I am not leaving without a legacy.
He looks Von Drake directly in the eye, his gaze unwavering.
MASAFUMI SATAKE I will do my part. I will beat him. I will make sure the International Championship stays with Project Violence. I just need you to do yours.
JAMES VON DRAKE (Frowning, a bit taken aback) My part? What are you talking about?
MASAFUMI SATAKE The matches I have been in, the last few months… there have been a lot of eyes on me. A lot of interference. I will face Ryujiro in the ring. But I need to know that it will be a one-on-one match. No outside distractions. No one getting involved. I am a professional. I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me. I just need to be sure that I am fighting my opponent alone.
Von Drake stares at him, a silent moment passing between the two men.
JAMES VON DRAKE (A smirk forming on his face) You have my word. At Oblivion, it will be just you and Ryujiro. Man to man. Just make sure that championship stays right where it belongs.
Satake rises, grabbing the belt from his shoulder. He holds it up for Von Drake to see.
MASAFUMI SATAKE It will. You can count on it.
He turns and walks out of the office, the door closing behind him. Von Drake leans back in his chair, a thoughtful, almost worried look on his face.
Single Match
Chopper Anderson vs. Teddy Rush
A hip-hop beat with heavy bass and sirens pounds through the arena, and the crowd immediately comes alive. The lights flash with the rhythm as TEDDY RUSH, “The Urban Ace,” makes his way out, wearing brightly colored, graffiti-patterned gear and a hoodie with a snapback cap. He tosses the cap into the crowd as he struts down the ramp, his energy radiating from him.
ZAC BRINDLE: Teddy Rush, one of the most exciting young talents in all of Project Violence. He’s an urban swagger, an authentic style, and a high-flying technical hybrid.
JOHNNY KAOS: This kid is fire, Brindle! He’s got that high-risk style that gets the fans on their feet. He’s fast, he’s unpredictable, and he’s ready to tear the house down! This is what the business is all about!
The music shifts to a hard-hitting, aggressive rock track. Chopper Anderson, a menacing, rugged brawler, makes his way to the ring, with a scowl on his face. He’s all business, with a clear intent to inflict pain.
ZAC BRINDLE: And his opponent, Chopper Anderson. A brutal, no-nonsense brawler.
JOHNNY KAOS: Chopper’s all about leaving his opponents broken. He’s not here to entertain; he’s here to dominate!
The bell rings. Teddy Rush, with his speed and agility, immediately takes control. He avoids a lock-up attempt by Chopper and hits a running arm drag, followed by a springboard cutter. He goes for a quick pin, but Chopper kicks out at one. Rush stays on the offensive, hitting a beautiful rope-walk arm drag that sends Chopper to the outside. Without hesitation, Rush takes to the air with a suicide dive over the top rope, connecting perfectly. The crowd explodes with cheers.
ZAC BRINDLE: An electrifying start for Teddy Rush! He’s showing why he’s one of the most promising stars in PV.
JOHNNY KAOS: The kid’s got guts, I’ll give him that. But he’s playing a dangerous game with a guy like Chopper.
Chopper Anderson, looking dazed, finally gets to his feet. Teddy Rush slides back into the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and hits a top-rope hurricanrana. Chopper lands hard and is stunned. Rush goes for the pin, but Chopper kicks out at two. Chopper gets to his feet and grabs Rush. He hits a massive spinebuster, his first sign of offense in the match. He then hits a running big boot that sends Rush to the mat.
ZAC BRINDLE: Chopper Anderson is changing the momentum with pure power!
JOHNNY KAOS: It was only a matter of time! That little speed demon was getting too cocky. Chopper’s going to ground him now.
Chopper sets Rush up for a corner mounted punches, following it up with a choke as the referee is distracted. He then hits a gutwrench powerbomb. Chopper goes for the cover, but Rush kicks out at two. Chopper, frustrated, lifts Rush up and goes for a clothesline, but Rush dodges it. Rush hits a spinning heel kick. He then connects with a slingshot cutter. Chopper is on wobbly legs. Rush quickly climbs the turnbuckle, looking to end the match with his finisher. He stands on the top rope, takes a deep breath, and hits a perfectly executed Springboard 450 Splash, with incredible elevation and precision. He covers Chopper. 1… 2… 3!
ZAC BRINDLE: Teddy Rush wins! What a performance by “The Urban Ace!” He overcame the sheer power of Chopper Anderson!
JOHNNY KAOS: The kid got lucky! He shouldn’t have won that match!
Teddy Rush’s music hits, and the crowd goes wild as he stands in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory. He looks over at the commentary table and gives a nod to Zac Brindle, who nods back. He then smiles and winks at Johnny Kaos.
ZAC BRINDLE: The future is now, and Teddy Rush is a part of it. What a performance by this young star!
JOHNNY KAOS: We’ll see how long it lasts, Brindle. He may have won this fight, but the real test is yet to come.
Teddy Rush celebrates in the ring as we fade to black.
Backstage
The camera pans across a cluttered locker room. Clothes, bags, and water bottles are strewn about. Jean-Louis Duval stands in the center of the room, adjusting the collar of his velvet smoking jacket. He is perfectly coiffed, a cigarette held delicately between his fingers.
Caleb Knox enters, taping his wrists. He doesn’t look at Duval, instead focusing on the task at hand.
CALEB KNOX So, let’s go over this one last time. We’ve got Garcia, a calculated prick with MMA experience, and Diaz, a technical flyer who’s a breakout star. They’re good, but we’re better. I’ll handle Garcia. He’s all power and grit, and that’s my domain. You take care of Diaz.
JEAN-LOUIS DUVAL (Taking a slow puff from his cigarette) Mon ami, there is no “we”. There is only myself, and there is you. You think I need a plan to face these… street brawlers? I am Le Génie du Ring. I will out-wrestle them with grace, with elegance. They are peasants, you see. They rely on brute force and… gymnastics. I will show them what a true artist can do.
Knox stops taping his wrists and glares at Duval.
CALEB KNOX This isn’t about art, Duval. This is about winning. This is about showing them who the main event players are. We don’t need to be elegant; we need to be efficient. We get in, we beat them, we get out. You distract the referee, and I’ll put Garcia to sleep.
DUVAL (A smirk on his face) Distract the referee? Please. That is a tactic for amateurs. My very presence, my sheer superiority, is enough to throw them off their game. I will simply remind them who won the European Cup Final. He can’t stand being outshone by a French icon.
Knox shakes his head, walking to the locker room door.
CALEB KNOX Look, I don’t care what you do. I’m here for one reason and one reason only: to win. I’ll do my part. Just don’t get in my way.
Duval lets out a sarcastic, theatrical sigh.
DUVAL (Shaking his head, speaking to no one in particular) America. So brutish. So… direct.
Knox looks back at him for a moment before walking out of the locker room. Duval takes one last drag from his cigarette, flicks the ash onto the floor, and follows him, a smug, confident look on his face.
Tag Team Match
Jean Louis Duval & Caleb Knox vs Dash Diaz & Adam Garcia
The dramatic remix of “Boléro” fills the arena, and the crowd immediately unleashes a chorus of boos. Jean-Louis Duval, in his velvet smoking jacket and silk scarf, saunters onto the stage, a lit cigarette held between his fingers. He takes a puff, exhales a cloud of smoke, and condescendingly bows to the booing fans. He is followed by the PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox, who is all business, his face a mask of stoicism. He walks with purpose, the championship belt over his shoulder.
ZAC BRINDLE: The main event is upon us, and what a shocking alliance we have here: the PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox, teaming up with one of Europe’s most arrogant villains, Jean-Louis Duval!
JOHNNY KAOS: This is a dream team, Brindle! Knox, the no-nonsense brawler, and Duval, the Aristocrat of Agony! They’re going to teach these young punks a lesson!
The French horns of Maurice Ravel’s “Boléro” fade into silence, and the arena lights up to a high-energy hip-hop/rock fusion track. The crowd erupts as Dash Diaz, “The Standard”, sprints onto the stage, his energy contagious. He is followed by Adam Garcia, “The Mad Bull”, who is all fire and fury, his eyes fixed on Duval.
ZAC BRINDLE: And here are their opponents, the team of Dash Diaz, a former PV TV Champion, and the passionate Adam Garcia! Garcia, especially, has a personal vendetta against Duval after their controversial match in the European Cup Final!
JOHNNY KAOS: The Spanish Ace is a hothead! He’s going to get himself disqualified if he’s not careful. He’s a short-tempered bastard!
The bell rings, and the crowd is on its feet. Garcia demands to start against Duval, and Knox, seemingly unfazed, tags in Duval. Garcia charges at him, but Duval, with his trademark swagger, sidesteps and smirks. The two lock up, and Garcia, fueled by rage, immediately overpowers him. He goes for a stiff forearm, but Duval uses his technical expertise and graceful movements to avoid it. Duval responds with a series of elegant European uppercuts , but Garcia counters with an MMA-style kick to the leg. The crowd roars as Garcia takes control, unleashing a flurry of strikes that drives Duval back into his corner.
ZAC BRINDLE: Garcia is not wasting any time! He is a calculated prick, but he is unleashing pure fury on Duval!
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s playing right into their hands! Look at him; he’s losing his cool!
Duval, seeing an opening, quickly tags in Caleb Knox. Knox immediately takes control, overpowering the smaller Garcia with a series of heavy strikes. He hits a thunderous Powerslam. Knox goes for the pin, but Garcia kicks out at two. Knox then locks in the Knox Lock, a rolling ankle lock. Garcia screams in pain, inches away from the ropes. He manages to get to the ropes, and Knox breaks the hold. Knox then drags Garcia to his corner and tags in Duval.
ZAC BRINDLE: Caleb Knox is all business; he’s taking the fight right to Adam Garcia.
Duval, sensing the momentum has shifted, begins to get cocky. He takes his time, taunting the crowd and taking a moment to preen for the camera. Garcia, seeing the opening, gets to his feet and tags in Dash Diaz. The crowd explodes.
Diaz, a blur of motion, immediately hits a standing shooting star press and a springboard cutter on Duval. Duval is stunned, and Diaz follows up with a series of crisp, technical moves, transitioning into an arm drag into a cross armbar. Duval screams in agony, and the crowd is on its feet, chanting for him to tap.
Duval reaches the ropes, and the referee forces the break. As the referee is preoccupied with getting Diaz to back away, Duval signals to Caleb Knox. Knox, without hesitation, grabs a chair from under the ring. Duval gets to his feet and kicks Diaz low. He then takes the cigarette he was holding earlier and flicks the burning ash directly into Diaz’s eyes, a dirty tactic he is known for. Diaz writhes on the ground, clutching his eyes.
Knox slides the steel chair into the ring, where Duval grabs it and hits Diaz with a brutal shot to the back. The crowd boos furiously. Duval throws the chair out of the ring and Knox grabs it. The referee turns around, sees the chair in Knox’s hands, and begins to protest. Knox throws the chair down and argues with the ref. As the referee is completely distracted by Knox, Duval goes for his finisher, La Révolution Française, a rolling crossface chickenwing. Diaz struggles for a moment, but with his eyes burning and his back throbbing, he has no choice but to tap out.
ZAC BRINDLE: Unbelievable! Duval and Knox have won, but only after some underhanded cheating! They used the steel chair to distract the referee and blind Dash Diaz! This is absolutely disgusting!
JOHNNY KAOS: It’s not disgusting, Brindle! It’s what winners do! Duval and Knox are just smarter and more ruthless than their opponents. You do whatever it takes to win in this business, and they just proved it!
Knox and Duval celebrate in the ring as Garcia rushes to check on his tag team partner. The crowd continues to boo loudly as Duval raises his arm in victory. The show fades to black.
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