PV Uprising 138
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Crimson Club Casino Arena, Atlantic City, NJ
📆 20th September 2025
A fast-paced, visceral montage flashes across the screen. Gritty, high-contrast black and white footage, briefly interspersed with violent red and blue color flashes.
- Caleb Knox locks in the Iron Will arm-triangle choke, the PV Heavyweight Championship glittering on his shoulder. His face is a mask of stoic, determined agony.
- Jean-Louis Duval, with a smug, bored expression, drops his cigarette and effortlessly executes a European Uppercut Flurry.
- Teddy Rush explodes off the top rope with a stunning, high-flying Top-Rope Hurricanrana that sends his opponent tumbling to the floor.
- A quick shot of the PV Heavyweight Championship and the PV TV Championship titles.
The screen fades to black. Bold, blocky text appears: OBLIVION 2025 – NEXT SUNDAY.
A final, slow-motion shot: The ring bell CLANGS.
The lights come up on a packed arena. PYROTECHNICS explode from the stage as the camera pans across the roaring, energized crowd. The production trucks are tight on the commentary table, showcasing ZAC BRINDLE, dressed in a sharp suit, and JOHNNY KAOS, in a vintage, ripped band t-shirt and backward baseball cap.
ZAC BRINDLE: Welcome everyone to Project Violence: Uprising 138! I’m Zac Brindle, and alongside me is the perpetually confused Johnny Kaos. We are live in the heart of Atlantic City, New Jersey, for the absolute final stop before Oblivion 2025!
JOHNNY KAOS: “Perpetually confused,” says the guy who still thinks wrestling is about a handshake and a headlock, ZB! I’m jacked, man! This is the go-home show! The last stop before the violence gets ratcheted up to eleven! If you don’t feel it in your gut tonight, you ain’t got a pulse!
ZAC BRINDLE: The only thing ratcheted up to eleven right now, Kaos, is the level of disrespect you show for the craft. Tonight, we have a card designed to generate maximum momentum for our biggest event of the year, and right now, all eyes are on the main event that has already been confirmed.
JOHNNY KAOS: Ah, yes! The purists’ dream match! The Skyline Specialist, Teddy Rush, takes on the Aristocrat of Agony, Jean-Louis Duval! The high-flying excitement of Brooklyn’s own Teddy Rush against the arrogant, smoking French menace! Rush has the heart, Duval has the ego, and I can’t wait to see which one gets violently humbled!
ZAC BRINDLE: Jean-Louis Duval is one of the most decorated competitors in Europe, a former champion who treats this ring like his personal stage. But the energy of Teddy Rush, that sheer, creative athleticism, is undeniable. This match has ‘show-stealer’ written all over it, and we will see it tonight!
JOHNNY KAOS: It’s gonna be a banger, man! But speaking of bangers… what about the PV Heavyweight Champion, Caleb Knox? He’s got that Iron Will submission, that no-nonsense, gritty style that I can appreciate. But can Dash Diaz step up to take that title into Oblivion?
ZAC BRINDLE: That question will likely be answered at next week’s pay-per-view, but tonight, we will see the pieces of the puzzle fall into place for next Sunday’s massive show!
JOHNNY KAOS: We need to make Oblivion a bloodbath!
ZAC BRINDLE: We need to see wrestling, Kaos, which is something you seem to fundamentally misunderstand. Regardless, this card is going to be packed. We are just moments away from the opening contest, so don’t go anywhere! This is Uprising 138!
Backstage
The camera is set up in the sterile backstage interview area. The backdrop features the stylized PV UPRISING logo. ELENA CRUZ, holding a microphone with the PV logo, is standing next to DASH DIAZ. Diaz, dressed in black slacks and a tight-fitting grey PV shirt, looks intensely focused.
ELENA CRUZ: I’m here with the number one contender, Dash Diaz, who is set to challenge Caleb Knox for the PV Heavyweight Championship next Sunday at Oblivion 2025. Dash, the anticipation for this match is huge, but let’s be brutally honest—you’re the underdog. The narrative is that while everyone wants you to win, no one truly believes you can. How do you respond to that pervasive skepticism?
DASH DIAZ: (Diaz doesn’t flinch, his eyes are intense, looking directly into the camera) Skepticism? I hear it, Elena. I feel it. The fans want to believe, but they’ve seen the track record. They’ve seen what Caleb Knox does. He is methodical, he is unbreakable, and he is the PV Heavyweight Champion for a reason. He chokes people out with that Iron Will and he makes champions look like challengers. I respect the track record.
ELENA CRUZ: Respect is fine, but respect won’t win you the title. Knox has famously said you’re a good ‘gatekeeper,’ a solid mid-card guy, but not a main event player. He implies you lack the killer instinct to truly take his spot.
DASH DIAZ: (A faint smile touches his lips, but his intensity never breaks) He calls me a gatekeeper? That’s his mistake. Knox is looking at the guy I used to be. The one who was happy with a good match. The one who let his foot off the gas when he was up. But I’ve changed. Every hour in the gym, every moment of frustration from getting close but never quite there… it’s all been channeled. I’m not just the number one contender, Elena. I’m the guy who broke the gate.
ELENA CRUZ: So, if you’re so confident, what is your plan for the Iron Will? That arm-triangle choke has ended the reign of multiple men. It’s his guarantee.
DASH DIAZ: Knox’s focus is always on the submission. That’s his weapon, his crutch. My plan is simple: make him have to resort to it before he’s ready. I’m going to make him fight me with his heart, not his technique. And when he realizes the fire in my heart burns hotter than his will, that’s when his ‘unbreakable’ defense will crack. Next Sunday, the story changes. The underdog bites the champ, and the people get the champion they’ve been waiting for.
(Before Diaz can finish, CALEB KNOX appears silently from a shadowy doorway beside them. He’s wearing his ring gear, and the PV Heavyweight Championship is slung over his shoulder.)
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): Oh, look who decided to show up! The big scary champ!
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.): Knox is here! He has been very quiet about this match-up.
(Knox walks up slowly behind Diaz. Diaz is focused entirely on the camera, still speaking with conviction.)
DASH DIAZ: …I’m telling you, Caleb, you’re looking past me, and that’s a mistake that will cost you everything. Next week at Oblivion—
(Knox swings the PV Heavyweight Championship belt off his shoulder and CRASHES the solid gold and leather directly into the back of Dash Diaz’s head! The sound is sickeningly loud.)
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): BOOM! He leveled him! That was a cheap shot, even for a guy like Knox!
(Diaz collapses instantly, face-first onto the concrete floor. The microphone clatters out of Elena Cruz’s hand. She screams and stumbles back, horrified.)
ELENA CRUZ: Oh my god! Dash!
(Knox steps over the fallen body of Diaz. He picks up the title belt, holds it up, and stares coldly at the camera. He hasn’t broken a sweat.)
CALEB KNOX: (Speaking in a low, gravelly monotone) Gatekeeper. Underdog. Irrelevant. The only story that changes next Sunday is that you realize your heart can’t beat my will.
(Knox tosses the microphone down next to Diaz’s unconscious head, then walks calmly away, the heavy gold belt glinting under the harsh backstage lights. Elena Cruz rushes to check on the motionless Diaz.)
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.): An absolutely shocking, cowardly attack by the PV Heavyweight Champion! That title belt could have caused serious damage!
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): Look, it was dirty, ZB, but it was effective! This is what Knox does! He proves that no matter how good you are, he’s always one step ahead! What a sickening message just seven days out from Oblivion!
(The camera focuses tight on the crumpled, unmoving body of Dash Diaz.)
Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs. Chopper Anderson
(The arena lights are back up, illuminating the ring. CHOPPER ANDERSON is already waiting in the ring, pacing like a caged animal. He’s massive, imposing, and his gear is a dark, purple. He stares daggers at the entrance ramp.)
JOHNNY KAOS Chopper Anderson—this guy is just pure, unadulterated meat and muscle, ZB. The kind of guy who doesn’t care about a five-star rating, he just cares about inflicting pain.
ZAC BRINDLE He is a wrecking machine, Kaos. His strategy is simple: power, power, and more power. He wants to end this quickly and brutally.
(The house lights dim as GABRIEL CROSS’s music hits—a defiant, hard Christian rock anthem. Gabriel Cross emerges from the back, a study in contrasts to Anderson. Cross is slightly smaller, fast, and electric. He moves with nervous energy, tapping his feet and shaking out his arms. He receives a decent reaction from the crowd.)
JOHNNY KAOS Here is Gabriel Cross! The Celestial Crusader! A total firecracker! He’s gotta use that speed and that high-impact offense to beat a guy like Chopper. If he tries to trade blows, he’s toast.
ZAC BRINDLE Cross is highly regarded as one of the best pure athletes in Project Violence. He’s had a number of high-profile matches recently, but a win over the established brute Chopper Anderson would be a real statement before Oblivion.
(Cross slides into the ring, his eyes locked on Anderson. He bounces on the balls of his feet. The referee, HARPER W. WILLIAMS, checks both men.)
The bell rings. Cross charges forward, attempting a quick Dropkick to the knee. Anderson barely flinches, catches Cross’s shoulders on the recoil, and immediately shoves him backward with contemptuous ease. Cross rolls, lands on his feet, and immediately circles the big man. Anderson lets out a guttural roar, beckoning Cross to fight. Cross responds with a flurry of low Kicks to the thigh, trying to chop the big tree down.
JOHNNY KAOS: There it is! The game plan: hit and move! Don’t stand still, Cross!
ZAC BRINDLE: Anderson is weathering the storm, Kaos. Those are nuisance shots for him.
(Anderson catches one of Cross’s low kicks, spins him around, and connects with a devastating Knife Edge Chop to the chest. The sound echoes through the arena. Cross collapses, clutching his chest.)
Anderson immediately capitalizes, scooping Cross up for a massive Military Press Slam. Cross crashes hard onto the mat. Anderson follows up, stomping hard on Cross’s mid-section. He then locks in a tight Bear Hug, squeezing the air from Cross’s lungs.
ZAC BRINDLE: That is pure, methodical torture! Cross can’t escape the grip of a man that size! Anderson is punishing his speed advantage.
(Cross struggles, his face turning red. He headbutts Anderson’s head twice, finally loosening the grip. Cross breaks free, only to eat a stiff Clothesline from Anderson that turns him inside out. Anderson hooks the leg for a cover: ONE… TWO… Cross barely kicks out.)
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh, he almost got him! That Clothesline was a missile! Cross is hurt!
Anderson drags Cross to the corner, looking for a running move. He charges, but Cross uses the momentum to dodge, pulling down the top rope. Anderson, unable to stop his own mass, tumbles hard to the outside.
(The crowd pops. Cross takes a deep breath, sizes up the downed Anderson, and races across the ring. He launches himself over the top rope with a stunning Tope Suicida! He connects, sending Anderson into the barricade.)
ZAC BRINDLE: A risk that had to be taken! Cross uses his high-flying prowess to regain control!
(Cross quickly tosses Anderson back into the ring, scrambling back in after him. He hits a rapid-fire sequence: Spinning Heel Kick! Followed by a Running Knee Strike! Anderson stumbles, dazed.)
Cross knows he needs to finish it. He waits for Anderson to turn, then hits his signature maneuver: the Superkick! It connects flush on Anderson’s jaw! Anderson drops to one knee. Cross immediately rebounds off the ropes, hits a second, even more powerful Superkick!
(Anderson collapses entirely, motionless on the mat. Cross, breathing heavily, covers him, hooking both legs.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS (COUNTING) ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings. GABRIEL CROSS wins.)
JOHNNY KAOS: Yes! He did it! The speed, the heart, and the two Superkicks were enough! That is a huge victory for Gabriel Cross!
ZAC BRINDLE: A massive win for Gabriel Cross, solidifying his spot as a rising threat in PV! He navigated the power of Chopper Anderson and found the window of opportunity. That’s how you build momentum heading into Oblivion!
(Cross struggles to his feet, raising his arms in exhaustion and triumph. The crowd cheers loudly. He points to the stage, making it clear he’s setting his sights higher.)
Backstage
The camera is on ELENA CRUZ , standing with a focused but easygoing BERNARD WOLFE. Wolfe is dressed in a dark track jacket and looks slightly reflective, as if still processing the previous match. Elena holds a microphone, looking impatiently at her wristwatch.
ELENA CRUZ (Slightly condescending tone) Bernard Wolfe. We just saw a very intense match where your Oblivion opponent, Gabriel Cross, picked up a victory over a powerful brute. You don’t have a match tonight, which I’m sure is a lovely break for your social media following, but are you perhaps a little worried about the momentum Gabriel Cross is carrying into the pay-per-view?
BERNARD WOLFE (He meets her gaze, cordial but firm ) Elena, momentum is what happens before the bell rings. What happens in the ring is what defines a legacy. I’m not worried. I’m focused. I’ve been watching Cross, and I respect his intensity. But what he brings is divine justice , and what I bring is a lifetime of hard-hitting, American Strong Style.
ELENA CRUZ (She scoffs faintly) “American Strong Style.” Sounds like a cheap flight you’re taking. Gabriel Cross is hitting with the precision of a celestial crusader. You, Bernard, are known as the ‘Wayward Traveller’. You’ve been hopping around the independent scene for years, but you’re a long way from home now. Why should anyone believe you can stop Cross’s crusade here in PV?
BERNARD WOLFE (He smiles slightly, acknowledging his nickname. His cordial nature is tested by her dismissiveness.) You’re right, I’ve travelled the long way. I took inspiration from Puroresu and the legends of World of Sport —I strike hard, grapple fast, and I fly. I’ve wrestled all over the world, from Neutral Grounds Pro to Sakura Pro, and every single one of those places taught me something. They taught me how to deliver a visual story in the ring.
ELENA CRUZ And what story do you plan to tell next week? The story of the guy who gets knocked out?
BERNARD WOLFE The story is about perseverance. I’ve faced setbacks—I had a head injury that halted my momentum a few years ago. That puts things in perspective. It didn’t stop me; it created an even more intense version of my style. You see the “Wayward Traveller,” but what you’re really looking at is the guy who always finds his way Homeward Bound.
(Wolfe’s eyes darken a little, a hint of the ‘violent streak’ showing through the cordial exterior.)
BERNARD WOLFE Next week at Oblivion, Gabriel Cross is going to find out that no matter how much divine justice he thinks he’s bringing, I’m ready for the mayhem. I will take him high for a Bernard in the Sky with Diamonds , I will hit him with a New Horizons powerbomb, and then, after I’ve beat him with the force of two decades of global wrestling knowledge , he will learn that the true Homeward Bound is a path he can’t stop. I’m not here for a break, Elena. I’m here to become a big league star.
(Wolfe gives a brief nod and calmly walks off camera, leaving Elena Cruz looking annoyed and already reaching for her phone.)
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.) Whoa! Wayward Traveller’s fired up, ZB! I like that violent streak! Cross better watch his back, that Homeward Bound Shooting Star Press is nasty!
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.) Bernard Wolfe is a gifted wrestler, Kaos, but he is going to need every bit of that unique technical background to overcome the size and focused strength of Gabriel Cross. A fantastic potential match for Oblivion!
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Steven Love
(The lights are bright on the ring. The music of STEVEN LOVE, an 1980s-style soft rock ballad, plays. STEVEN LOVE enters smiling, attempting to blow kisses to the crowd, and carrying a bouquet of fake roses, which he tries to hand out. His ring attire is simple trunks with hearts in pink and red , and worn-down gear that emphasizes his underdog status. He looks earnest and upbeat. The crowd reaction is mostly indifference, with a small section chanting for the “Lovable Loser”.
ZAC BRINDLE: Our second contest of the evening pits experience against potential. Steven Love, the “Lovable Loser” , has been a fixture here for years, always fighting hard despite the constant setbacks.
JOHNNY KAOS: Ah, Steven Love! The guy with the heart of a lion and the hands of a lamp-lighter! I appreciate the effort, but let’s be real, ZB, he’s here to give the other guy a strong win. That’s his career.
(The music changes to a modern rock anthem with a driving guitar riff. REX STONE enters. He has a clean-cut, toned, athletic build. His gear is sharp, red and white tights with a maple leaf motif , projecting a “future main event” aura. He walks with focused maturity despite his youth. Chants of “Stone! Stone!” begin to rise from a vocal segment of the audience.
ZAC BRINDLE: Now, this is a future star! Rex Stone, “Canada’s Prodigy” , is driven by the dream of carrying Canadian wrestling into a new era, following in the footsteps of his country’s technical legends.
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s got the look and the technique, I’ll give him that. He’s a technical whiz kid! But I wanna see if he’s got the grit to put away a plucky, never-say-die guy like Love.
(The referee, HARPER W. WILLIAMS, checks both men. The bell rings.)
Love, showing his heart , starts with an aggressive Running Crossbody. Stone catches him, however, using the force to quickly drop Love into a Snap DDT. Stone immediately follows through with a textbook Arm Drag into an Armbar , focusing on picking apart a body part with surgical precision.
ZAC BRINDLE: That speed and precision! Stone wastes no time locking in that submission. That’s the high-level technical wrestling he’s known for.
(Love scrambles, trying to break the hold. He eventually gets to his feet, pulling Stone’s hair (a slight deviation from his usual clean style, showing desperation) to get a moment of respite. Love hits an Atomic Drop. Stone barely reacts, quickly countering Love’s follow-up attempt into a crisp German Suplex.
Love, showing the persistence that’s kept him on the roster , quickly rolls up Stone with a desperation Small Package Pin Attempt. ONE! TWO! Stone kicks out. Love follows with a slightly sloppy Dropkick, catching Stone off guard and sending him into the corner. Love charges for a Bulldog, but Stone shoves him off.
JOHNNY KAOS: See! The scrappy “Sweetheart” has still got some fight left! He’s lacking the sharp execution, but he’s got the heart! The crowd is starting to give him some polite applause.
Stone counters another attempt by Love with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Stone then targets the back, hitting a series of three quick German Suplexes. He stands over the winded Love, waiting for him to rise. When Love gets to his feet, Stone hits a hard Running Knee Strike that wobbles Love.
ZAC BRINDLE: Rex Stone is operating on a totally different level of execution here, Kaos. His discipline and clean fighting spirit are on full display. He’s simply wearing Love down.
Stone sees his opportunity. He quickly transitions from the striking sequence to the mat, grabbing Love and synching in his finisher: the Stonebreaker. It’s a bridging crossface submission, wrenching back on Love’s neck and shoulders. Love screams, his face contorted in pain. He tries desperately to reach the ropes, using all his plucky resolve, but Stone tightens the grip.
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s got nowhere to go! That’s it!
(Steven Love thrashes for a few seconds before finally, inevitably, tapping out.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS: (To the Timekeeper) Ring the bell!
(The bell rings. REX STONE wins via submission.)
ZAC BRINDLE: A concise, clinical victory for Rex Stone! That’s how you make a statement heading into the biggest pay-per-view of the year! The future of Canadian wrestling is in good hands with this young man.
(Rex Stone releases the hold, immediately going to a neutral corner to catch his breath. He offers a hand to the defeated Steven Love, showing his humble and respectful side. Love reluctantly accepts the handshake and exits the ring dejected. Stone poses for the crowd, who acknowledge his high-level work with a solid cheer.)
Backstage
The camera is positioned on MASAFUMI SATAKE. He is standing alone, dressed in his dark ring attire—no shirt, black dojo-style pants with red trim, and white arm wraps. His expression is calm and intensely dedicated, with the distinct scar on his left orbital visible. He is speaking directly into a static camera, no interviewer present.
MASAFUMI SATAKE: (His tone is measured, professional, and serious, carrying a slight echo of his Japanese heritage despite having lived in America since childhood.) Ryujiro. Next Sunday at Oblivion, it is not just the International Heavyweight Championship on the line, but the chance to show who is the best. This is a moment for the history books, a champion versus champion contest that I know will leave an everlasting impression on the business.
For nearly twenty years, I have lived and breathed this profession. I have wrestled from coast to coast across North America. I have felt the mixed emotions of finally returning to my homeland of Japan, only to come back to America to join Project Violence. The fire still burns within me. I am more focused than ever before to prove that my dedication is unmatched.
You are a champion respected in Matsuzaka City and beyond. You will bring everything you have, but I have prepared for everything. You can throw your power moves, your strikes, your best offense—but you will meet my Roaring Elbow. You will feel the force of my Powerhouse/Strong Style.
I have wrestled as a veteran on the independent circuit for two decades. I was Hardcore Champion in 21Wrestling. I saw Carnage Pro Wrestling close its doors, only to continue wrestling across the Japanese indies, always finding my way back to the fight.
Next week, you may test my limits, but you will not break my Cobra Clutch Suplex. You will not escape the power of the Lariat. And when I hit you with the Matsuzaka Cutter, I will walk away with my championship, and cement my place as the professional I have always been destined to be.
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Dutch Ramirez
(The arena is buzzing. The music of BOYD JACKSON, a loud, intense hip-hop track, hits. BOYD JACKSONemerges, a massive, muscular man with dreadlocks, moving with an aggressive, predatory swagger. He is wearing dark, intimidating ring gear and receives a loud, positive reaction from the crowd, who acknowledge him as the “Juggernaut.”
JOHNNY KAOS: Here he is! The Juggernaut Boyd Jackson! Look at the intensity on that man, ZB! When he gets going, he is unstoppable. Pure force!
ZAC BRINDLE: Jackson is one of the most physically imposing men on our roster, Kaos. His nickname is well-earned. He simply dismantles people with power.
(The music shifts to a driving metal rhythm. DUTCH RAMIREZ walks out, a tall, powerfully built brawler with a severe, determined expression. He wears simple, practical wrestling trunks, highlighting his rugged build. He is set to challenge next week for the TV Championship against the Champion Midas. The crowd reaction is mixed, reflecting his aggressive, no-nonsense style.)
ZAC BRINDLE: And here is the man who might be the next PV TV Champion, Dutch Ramirez. He is a brawler, a scrapper. He doesn’t rely on flash; he relies on sheer toughness and blunt force.
JOHNNY KAOS: Ramirez is a rough customer, man. He’s always spoiling for a fight. He knows his title match against Midas at Oblivion is next week. Midas is the guy that everyone says is the true star. Ramirez has a lot to prove tonight!
(Ramirez enters the ring and immediately gets nose-to-nose with Jackson. The referee, HARPER W. WILLIAMS, struggles to get between them. The bell rings.)
The match begins with an immediate lock-up that turns into a raw Test of Strength. Neither man gives an inch, their shoulders pressed together, teeth gritted. Jackson, utilizing his sheer Juggernaut power, shoves Ramirez across the ring and drops him with a powerful Shoulder Block. Ramirez quickly pops back up and retaliates with a Forearm Smash to Jackson’s jaw, which barely wobbles him.
ZAC BRINDLE: A true clash of titans! Neither man is willing to back down; they are trading blows like they’re trying to take the wall down!
(Jackson responds by picking Ramirez up for a Samoan Drop, but Ramirez shifts his weight and counters into a Vertical Suplex. The impact of two heavyweights hitting the mat makes the ring shake.)
Jackson takes control, using his relentless offense to wear down the brawler. He hits a series of devastating Back Elbows in the corner. He then grabs Ramirez, drives him down with a punishing Spinebuster, and follows up with an Elbow Drop. Jackson hooks the leg for a cover: ONE… TWO… Ramirez powers out.
JOHNNY KAOS: Ramirez is surviving, ZB, but Jackson is turning him into a pancake! That Juggernaut offense is overwhelming!
(Jackson drags Ramirez to his feet and prepares to deliver the Running Lariat finisher. He charges, but Ramirez ducks at the last second. Jackson narrowly misses the referee!)
As Jackson turns, MIDAS, Ramirez’s opponent at Oblivion, suddenly slides into the ring, distracting the referee! Midas, the TV Champion who is attempting to soften up Ramirez, his challenger, for the PPV, immediately hits a cheap Low Blow on Dutch Ramirez!
ZAC BRINDLE: Midas! What a despicable act! He is trying to take out the challenger for his PV TV Championship!
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh, not Midas! He’s trying to cost Ramirez the match! He’s always focused on the endgame!
(Midas quickly slides out of the ring, satisfied. Ramirez collapses, clutching his midsection. Jackson, unaware of the low blow, sees Ramirez doubled over and hits a massive Running Big Boot! Jackson covers Ramirez.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS (COUNTING) ONE!
TWO!
(Ramirez, showing the grit and toughness of a true brawler, manages to kick out at the very last second! The crowd roars.)
ZAC BRINDLE: He kicked out! Even with the interference and the low blow, Ramirez is still in this fight!
Jackson pulls the weakened Ramirez up, clearly frustrated. He attempts to deliver another Running Lariat, looking to end the match. Ramirez, desperate and running purely on adrenaline and brawler toughness, ducks under the Lariat, spins around, and connects with his signature, bone-jarring Ramirez Reverse Elbow! Jackson staggers. Ramirez, knowing that was his only chance, immediately connects with a second, harder Reverse Elbow!
(Jackson drops to his knees, dazed. Ramirez falls on him, hooking a tight cover with his powerful build.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS (COUNTING) ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(The bell rings! DUTCH RAMIREZ steals the victory.)
JOHNNY KAOS: He got him! He got him! A massive, hard-fought, and narrow victory for Dutch Ramirez, despite the best efforts of Midas! That’s the toughness you can’t teach!
ZAC BRINDLE: Ramirez absorbed the best of the Juggernaut and Midas’s opportunistic interference, and still walked away with the win. Tonight, the brawler proves he has the will to survive!
(Ramirez rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, clearly in pain but fiercely triumphant. He glares over the top rope toward the back, sending a clear message to the TV Champion Midas.)
Backstage
The camera is tracking down a dimly lit backstage hallway, focusing on the various equipment cases and production crew moving past. The lens catches a slightly ajar doorway labelled “PRIVATE.”
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): Well, look at that! Where are the camera guys going? It looks like something’s going down near JVD’s office.
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.): This area is usually restricted, Kaos. Let’s see what they’ve stumbled upon.
(The camera slowly and discreetly zooms in on the gap in the doorway. Inside, CHERRY BORDEAUX is visible, her platinum blonde hair and glamorous, flashy attire standing out against the drab background. She is the center of a hushed conversation with HENRY STEELE and JAMES MENDOZA. The audio is deliberately muffled, making the conversation inaudible.)
CHERRY BORDEAUX is leaning forward, her back mostly to the camera, but her face is turned slightly towards Steele and Mendoza. She is talking intensely, her hands moving in small, sharp gestures—she appears to be laying out a cunning strategy to her stable. Her glamorous yet dangerous presence dominates the small room.
HENRY STEELE (The Muscle) is standing slightly behind her, a massive, imposing figure. He is listening with a stoic, bored expression, his massive arms crossed, occasionally nodding his head in agreement with Cherry’s points. He appears ready for physical action, but is letting Cherry handle the brains.
JAMES MENDOZA (The Fighter) is positioned opposite Cherry, focused and alert, his own physique radiating focused aggression. He keeps running a hand through his hair and looks impatient, occasionally glancing toward the door. He seems eager to execute the plan being discussed.
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): It’s the trio! The Blonde Bombshell and her two goons! You know they’re cooking up something devious for Oblivion next week. They haven’t been booked yet, so whatever they’re talking about, it’s gotta be big!
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.): Cherry Bordeaux is the devious brain of that unit, Kaos. She’s the cunning strategist, and that look on her face suggests she’s manipulating something major behind the scenes. They are one of the most dangerous units in Project Violence for a reason.
(The camera continues to inch closer to the ajar door. Cherry stops talking abruptly. Her head snaps up. She has noticed the camera lens.)
CHERRY BORDEAUX (Her eyes, emphasized by striking makeup, narrow into a cruel, knowing glare. She gives a small, predatory smirk.)
(She takes one casual, arrogant step toward the door and, without breaking eye contact with the camera, slams the door shut with a loud BANG! The camera catches the “PRIVATE” sign shaking on the door.)
ZAC BRINDLE (V.O.): Well, there’s your answer, Kaos. They don’t want us hearing their plans. A dangerous mix of beauty, brains, and betrayal, indeed. They are determined to make a mark at Oblivion.
JOHNNY KAOS (V.O.): That’s just cold! You know whatever the Blonde Bombshell is cooking up, it’s gonna be trouble for someone!
Single Match
Teddy Rush vs. Jean Louis Duval
(The arena lights flash with a visceral red and blue as the crowd roars in anticipation. The sound of MAURICE RAVEL’s “BOLÉRO” (with a dramatic remix intro) hits the speakers. JEAN-LOUIS DUVAL emerges, already drawing loud boos. He wears his velvet smoking jacket and silk scarf , with a cigarette held lazily between his fingers. He walks with poise and theatrical flair, smirking at the crowd.
ZAC BRINDLE: Our main event is set! The self-proclaimed “Aristocrat of Agony,” Jean-Louis Duval, is set to face the “Skyline Specialist,” Teddy Rush!
JOHNNY KAOS: Look at this pompous windbag, ZB! He treats the arena like it’s his private art gallery! I swear, he’s already planned his post-match wine tasting! But he is undeniably skilled —a former champion in Europe.
ZAC BRINDLE: That world-class ability is what we’re here to see. And next Sunday at Oblivion, Duval has a massive Steel Cage Match against the Spanish Ace, Adam García. Duval defeated García in a controversial final to win the European Cup last year, so the bad blood is very real.
(Duval steps into the ring, taking a puff of his cigarette before extinguishing it with the heel of his boot. He gestures dismissively to the crowd.)
(A hip-hop beat with heavy bass and sirens, titled “RUSH HOUR”, explodes. The crowd erupts in cheers. TEDDY RUSH sprints out, wearing brightly colored urban streetwear-inspired gear. He tosses his snapback cap into the crowd and enters the ring with charismatic, street-smart swagger.
JOHNNY KAOS: The Urban Ace is here! This is the opportunity he asked Commissioner Von Drake for last week! Rush is a fan favorite , a high-flying, technical hybrid who can shock anybody!
ZAC BRINDLE: Rush has heart, and he’s one of the faces of the next generation. He needs this win to prove his worth before Oblivion!
(The referee, HARPER W. WILLIAMS, checks the combatants. The bell rings.)
The match begins at a quick pace. Rush attempts to use his fast aerial offense early, leaping toward Duval with a Springboard Cutter. Duval, showcasing his measured, graceful style , catches Rush and twists him down into a snap Standing STF. Rush, using his quickness and chain wrestling skills, twists out of the submission. The two trade a flurry of European Uppercuts from Duval and Spinning Heel Kicks from Rush.
JOHNNY KAOS: Duval is trying to slow this down and make it a ballet, but Rush is too fast! Every time Duval tries to lock in a hold, Rush uses his creativity to escape!
Duval gains the advantage after Rush misses a Top-Rope Hurricanrana. Duval immediately targets the neck and spine, hitting a graceful Slingshot Suplex that drops Rush hard. Duval follows up with a Guillotine Elbow Drop and then locks in a painful Butterfly Backbreaker.
ZAC BRINDLE: This is the Aristocrat of Agony at his best. He is vicious when needed , methodically wearing down the Skyline Specialist. He’s using his elegant technical wrestling to outclass Rush.
(Duval hooks the leg for a cover: ONE… TWO… Rush kicks out at the last second, showcasing his heart.)
Duval becomes arrogant, pausing to adjust his hair and smirk. He attempts to mock Rush, but Rush explodes back to his feet, hitting a Tornado DDT followed by a Suicide Dive over the Corner Post that crashes into Duval on the outside!
JOHNNY KAOS: There’s the highlight-reel moment! The Urban Ace is back in the driver’s seat! That’s the Brooklyn Bomber heart, ZB!
(Rush throws Duval back in and climbs the corner, looking for the Rush Hour Springboard 450 Splash. Duval scrambles to stop him.)
Duval prevents the 450 Splash and quickly turns the tables. As the referee checks on the turnbuckle pad, Duval reaches into his attire, pulls out a Hidden Cigarette Ash , and flicks it directly into Rush’s eyes!
ZAC BRINDLE: That is abhorrent! A despicable, underhanded tactic! He threw something into Rush’s eyes!
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh, gross! Duval just proved he doesn’t care about a clean win, only the ego boost!
(Rush stumbles blindly, clutching his face. Duval sees his chance and immediately locks in his devastating finisher, the La Révolution Française —a Rolling Crossface Chickenwing! Duval cinches the submission deep, wrenching back with all his weight, not letting go despite the blurred vision of Rush.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS: (Asking Rush) Do you submit?!
(Rush is helpless. He taps out in agony.)
REFEREE WILLIAMS: (To the Timekeeper) Ring the bell!
(The bell rings. JEAN-LOUIS DUVAL wins via submission.)
ZAC BRINDLE: The victory goes to Jean-Louis Duval, but it’s a hollow one, tainted by blatant cheating! He just dismissed Teddy Rush with pure disdain!
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s so arrogant! He didn’t even try to win clean! Duval is going into Oblivion next week against Adam García with all the momentum… and all the villainy! What a prick!
(Duval refuses to release the submission immediately. He lets go only when the referee physically pulls him off. Duval grabs a fresh cigarette from the corner , lights it with a smug, bored expression , and stands over the defeated Teddy Rush, taking a deep, slow drag before sauntering away, his gold and navy blue gear gleaming.)
Ringside
(Jean-Louis Duval is standing over the beaten and submitted Teddy Rush, still clutching his eyes and struggling to sit up. Duval holds the lit cigarette between his fingers and soaks in the cacophony of BOOS from the Atlantic City crowd. The theme song of Duval, “BOLÉRO”, plays loudly.)
ZAC BRINDLE: What a cowardly way to end a main event! Duval has secured the win, but he’s standing there, savoring the pain he inflicted.
JOHNNY KAOS: He’s the worst, ZB! Just rubbing it in the face of the Urban Ace! Get out of there, Duval!
(Duval shakes his head, an arrogant sneer on his face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, then slowly points toward the entrance ramp with a dramatic, sweeping gesture.)
JOHNNY KAOS: Oh, no, he’s not done! He’s calling for backup!
**(The music changes to a dark, menacing hybrid track. ROYCE LACROIX and HYPERNOVA emerge side-by-side. Lacroix walks with the cold intensity of a hired gun, while HyperNova moves with his usual erratic, high-energy aggression. The three men comprise Duval’s notorious faction, ‘The Legion.’
ZAC BRINDLE: It’s The Legion! Duval’s two associates have arrived! They are going to inflict a three-on-one beatdown!
(Lacroix and HyperNova slide into the ring and immediately descend upon the exhausted Teddy Rush. Lacroix uses his size and power, stomping viciously on Rush’s spine. HyperNova, a maniacal whirlwind of energy, chokes Rush with the tape from his own wrists.)
JOHNNY KAOS: It’s a mugging, ZB! The referee is trying to intervene, but he’s overwhelmed! They are destroying Teddy Rush!
(Duval directs the attack, shouting instructions in French. Lacroix picks up Rush and holds him in a sickening crucifix position, allowing Duval to hit a hard European Uppercut Flurry right to Rush’s head! The crowd is in full riot mode, hurling insults and trash toward the ring.)
ZAC BRINDLE: This is a statement! Duval is sending a message to the entire PV roster, showing the lengths he and The Legion will go to!
(Suddenly, the lights flicker and the audience roars in a deafening wave! The siren-like sound of ADAM GARCÍA’sentrance music, “MAD BULL”, hits the speakers. ‘THE MAD BULL’ ADAM GARCÍA sprints down the ramp, not in his ring gear, but wearing a PV jacket and carrying a STEEL CHAIR!)
JOHNNY KAOS: That’s the Mad Bull! He’s seen enough! Adam García is here, and he’s coming to clean house!
(García hits the apron, his eyes blazing with the signature ‘Mad Bull’ rage. He rolls under the bottom rope, chair raised high. Lacroix and HyperNova turn to face him.)
(García explodes into action, swinging the chair in wide, sweeping arcs! He connects with a sickening chair shotacross the back of HyperNova, who collapses out of the ring! Lacroix ducks and charges, but García stabs the chair into Lacroix’s midsection, dropping the massive man!)
ZAC BRINDLE: García is on fire! He’s running wild! The sheer intensity of the Mad Bull is undeniable!
(Duval, seeing the sudden shift in momentum and the weapon in García’s hand, executes an incredibly fast retreat. He scrambles out of the ring, pulling Lacroix with him, just as García turns toward him, chair in hand.)
(García stands tall in the center of the ring, panting, the steel chair clutched tightly. He is surrounded by the wreckage of his attack. He ignores the downed Teddy Rush and focuses all his white-hot rage on Jean-Louis Duval, who is now standing safely on the ramp, holding his jaw and glaring.)
Duval throws his cigarette down and glares at García with pure hatred and a hint of fear. García throws the steel chair to the mat, points one finger at Duval, and shouts a challenge that is lost to the roar of the crowd.
ZAC BRINDLE: The tension is palpable! Look at the hatred between those two!
JOHNNY KAOS: It’s boiling over! This is the fire we needed! Next week, Oblivion! Jean-Louis Duval versus Adam García! And it’s all going down inside a Steel Cage!
(Duval and García hold their intense, unmoving stare. The camera pulls back, showing the two mortal enemies locked in a duel of wills, with the chaotic arena lights flashing. The words OBLIVION – NEXT SUNDAY flash across the screen.)
ZAC BRINDLE: Don’t miss it! Goodnight from Atlantic City!
(FADE TO BLACK.)
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