P:V Uprising 63
Live on the HOTv Network on PWA:TV
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
26th January 2024
The lights dim, and the atmosphere crackles with anticipation as the camera pans across the electrifying crowd gathered at the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another thrilling edition of P:V Uprising! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my partner in crime, Johnny Kaos!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! Tonight, we’ve got an explosive lineup that’s guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seats!”
Zac Brindle: “Absolutely, Johnny! In our main event, we’ve got a clash of titans as Elijah Drake teams up with the Starr Brothers to take on Curtis Knight and the nefarious Legends Club!”
Johnny Kaos: “And let’s not forget about the TV Championship showdown! Athena puts her title on the line against the enigmatic Jakucho Akechi! It’s going to be one wild ride, folks!”
Zac Brindle: “Indeed, Johnny! So grab your popcorn, hold onto your seats, because P:V Uprising is about to kick off in grand style!”
[The camera fades out as the crowd roars in anticipation, signalling the start of an unforgettable evening of professional wrestling action.]
[The camera cuts to the bustling backstage area of the arena, where the Legends Club, composed of Curtis Knight, Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall, arrives together, exuding an air of confidence and camaraderie. As they stride purposefully through the corridors, the anticipation for the night’s events palpable in the air, they engage in lively conversation.]
Curtis Knight: (smirking) Tonight’s the night, folks. Another opportunity to show the world why we’re the undisputed rulers of P:V.
Athena: Damn right, Curtis. I’m ready to defend my TV Championship and remind everyone why I’m the queen of this ring.
[Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall nod in agreement, their expressions reflecting the shared determination and focus.]
Drew Hendrix: You can count on us, boss. Tonight, there won’t be anyone standing in our way.
Buzz Marshall: Absolutely. We’ve faced challenges before, and tonight won’t be any different. The Legends Club’s reign continues.
[As they reach the entrance to their locker room, Curtis Knight pauses, casting a glance over his companions, a glint of determination in his eyes.]
Curtis Knight: Remember, tonight, we show them what true dominance looks like. We crush our opponents, and we make it crystal clear who runs this show.
[With a collective nod, the members of the Legends Club share a confident smile, their unity unwavering as they prepare to step into the arena and assert their dominance once more.]
The Reckoning has Arrived
[The camera fades in to a dimly lit room, shrouded in shadows, the atmosphere heavy with an ominous aura. In the center stands ‘Dark Horse’ Darrell Robles, a towering figure at 6’7″, his imposing presence accentuated by the darkness that seems to envelop him. Clad in black attire, his features obscured by the darkness of his hood, Darrell Robles exudes an unsettling intensity, a palpable sense of foreboding emanating from his very being.]
Darrell Robles: I am the darkness that lurks within the soul of every man… the embodiment of fears left unspoken, of nightmares that haunt the subconscious. Tonight, the world shall bear witness to the unleashing of the Dark Horse.
[As Darrell Robles speaks, his voice resonates with a chilling resonance, sending shivers down the spine of all who hear it. Beside him stands his manager, Hellbender, a mysterious figure cloaked in shadows, her presence as enigmatic as her companion’s.]
Hellbender: Tonight marks the dawn of a new era… a reckoning that shall shake the very foundations of P:V. With the Dark Horse by my side, we shall carve a path of destruction through all who dare stand in our way.
[As Hellbender speaks, her voice drips with a sinister allure, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that betrays the depths of her allegiance to Darrell Robles.]
Darrell Robles: Boyd Jackson… prepare yourself, for tonight, you shall come face to face with the darkness that dwells within us all. Your reckoning has arrived, and the Dark Horse shall reign supreme.
[With a nod from Darrell Robles, the shadows seem to coalesce around him, enveloping him in their embrace as he and Hellbender fade into the darkness, leaving behind an aura of unease and anticipation for the chaos that is to come.]
Cherry Bordeaux vs. Dash Diaz
Masa’s Night Off Pt.1
[The wrestling veteran Masafumi Satake walks cautiously through the backstage hallway of the Goodfellas Casino. Satake, who has been haunted by the memory of his best friend’s death, murmurs to himself as he turns down a long corridor. He frequently glances over his shoulder, clearly obsessing over the vision he saw after his match last week.]
[It feels as if someone is watching his every move. Suddenly, someone reaches up and grabs him by the shoulder. Satake turns around quickly, and shouts.]
JD James: “Hey, Masa’! It’s only me, big guy! What the hell has gotten into you?”
Masafumi Satake: “Everything is fine, JD. Mentally preparing for tonight…”
[Satake is lying through his teeth.]
JD James: “Listen… I can tell that your head is not in the right space. First, you dropped the ball on the biggest match of your P:V tenure, and now you’re claiming to see ghosts. Someone in the locker room is clearly messing with you..”
[Masafumi says nothing. ]
JD James: “My production team even mentioned to me that you were demanding to search through camera footage of last week’s match. I’m not trying to be insensitive here, but are you really that paranoid? I am totally sympathetic to your situation, and I can only imagine how shitty you feel, but you have to move on from this.”
[Yikes. Masafumi looks at JD James expressionless, although his mind is doing back flips.]
Masafumi Satake: “We are talking about my dead childhood friend here. And someone is trying to use that against me. This entire situation is fucked, JD. All I want to do is get to the bottom of this…”
JD James: “I get that, but I can’t have you competing tonight if you’re mentally somewhere else. I think it’s best if you take the night off. Go home, get some rest. Try to clear your head. You’re a professional wrestler…I need you focusing on the graps, buddy.”
[Satake nods. Thoughts of uncertainty continue to surround him.]
Masafumi Satake: “Sure thing. Whatever you say, boss.]
JD James: “Thanks, Masa’. We’ll see you next week.”
[JD James departs from the scene as Masafumi unleashes a sigh of temporary defeat. But, he won’t give up this easily. Maybe there was something he was missing when reviewing the camera footage? Or maybe it all leads to…]
Tag Team Match
The Rebel Society vs. The Ordinary Gentlemen
Puck’s Path to Redemption
Elena Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the grizzled veteran of the ring, Puck. Puck, you’ve faced some tough losses recently, but tonight, you’re going up against Steven Love. How are you feeling heading into this match?
Puck: Elena, let me tell you something. Yeah, I’ve had a rough patch lately. But tonight… tonight is different. Steven Love, he’s just another stepping stone on my path back to the top. You see, losing ain’t in my playbook. It never was and never will be. I’m here to remind everyone why they used to fear the name Puck.
Elena Cruz: Strong words, Puck. What’s your strategy going into this match against Love?
Puck: Strategy? Ha! My strategy is simple, Elena. I’m going to step into that ring, and I’m going to do what I do best: dominate. Love might think he’s got a chance, but he’s just fooling himself. Tonight, the Puck you see in that ring will be a force to be reckoned with.
Elena Cruz: Well, there you have it, folks. Puck is ready to prove that he’s still a force in the ring. Back to you at ringside.
Puck vs. Steven Love
[The arena is buzzing with energy as Puck stands victorious in the ring, his opponent Steven Love laid out at his feet. The referee attempts to intervene, but Puck’s aggression knows no bounds. He relentlessly continues his assault on Love, drawing boos from the crowd.]
[Zac Brindle on commentary]: “This is despicable! Puck’s gone too far!”
[Johnny Kaos]: “Absolutely, Zac! This is uncalled for!”
[Suddenly, the arena darkens, and the sound of a revving motorcycle engine fills the air. The fans erupt into cheers as Dutch Ramirez makes his long awaited dramatic entrance, riding down to the ring on a sleek motorcycle. Puck freezes in his tracks, momentarily stunned by the unexpected arrival.]
[Puck, watches with wide eyes as Dutch Ramirez steps off the motorcycle, his presence commanding attention.]
[Zac Brindle]: “Whoa! What a moment here at Uprising! We have been hearing rumours about him for months, but Dutch Ramirez, making a grand entrance to stop Puck’s relentless assault!”
[Puck eyes Dutch with a mixture of surprise and defiance, but Dutch steps forward, standing between Puck and Steven Love. The tension in the arena is palpable as the two men stare each other down.]
[The referee finally steps in to check on Steven Love, while Dutch keeps a vigilant eye on Puck, ready to protect Love from any further harm.]
[The scene fades to the next segment, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating Dutch Ramirez’s next move in P:V.]
[Elena Cruz stands outside Midas’ locker room, awaiting her interview subjects. The door swings open, and Midas emerges, followed closely by his manager Katya Roux and their ally Edwin Ellis. Katya’s captivating presence is immediately felt as she steps into view, her charm radiating effortlessly.]
[Elena Cruz]: “Midas, Katya, Edwin, thank you for joining me. Tonight, you’re up against Teddy Rush, and there’s been quite a bit of tension between your camp and his. What’s your strategy going into this match?”
[Midas, towering and imposing, nods silently, his expression serious as he gazes towards the camera, his demeanor speaking volumes.]
[Katya Roux, her voice laced with allure, steps forward, her eyes gleaming with determination.]
[Katya Roux]: “Indeed, Teddy Rush has underestimated us for the last time. And as for you, Edwin dear…”
[She leans in closer to Edwin, a playful glint in her eyes.]
[Katya Roux]: “I trust you’ll be extra… persuasive tonight.”
[Before Edwin can respond, JD James, the COO of P:V, makes an unexpected appearance, his presence casting a shadow over the conversation.]
[JD James]: “Sorry to interrupt, folks, but I’ve got news for you. No ringside support allowed for your match tonight. It’s going to be Midas against Teddy Rush, one-on-one.”
[The news visibly irks Katya, her expression darkening with frustration, as she exchanges a knowing glance with Midas.]
[With determination etched into their features, Midas, Katya, and Edwin prepare to face the challenge ahead, their resolve unwavering in the face of adversity.]
[Elena Cruz nods, acknowledging the gravity of the situation, as the scene fades to black, leaving the audience to ponder the outcome of tonight’s showdown.]
Edwin Ellis vs. Teddy Rush
Out in the Cold
[Backstage, the atmosphere is tense as Edwin Ellis, still reeling from his loss, approaches the locker room of Midas and Katya Roux. He reaches for the handle, only to find it firmly locked, the door resisting his attempts to enter.]
[Edwin’s frustration mounts as he knocks insistently, hoping for a response from inside. His brow furrows with confusion and irritation as the door remains steadfastly shut, denying him entry.]
[With a sigh of resignation, Edwin leans back against the door, his mind racing with unanswered questions. What could be happening behind those closed doors? And why was he being shut out?]
[As he stands there, contemplating his next move, uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, leaving Edwin to grapple with the unsettling feeling of being left in the dark.]
Elena Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here backstage with two of P:V’s formidable competitors, Darwin Jones and James Mendoza. Gentlemen, tonight you’re set to face each other in what promises to be an electrifying matchup. How are you feeling about stepping into the ring against each other?
Darwin Jones: Thanks, Elena. You know, it’s always a thrill to step into the ring, especially against someone as talented as James here. We’ve had our fair share of battles, but tonight, it’s all about friendly competition and giving the fans a show they won’t forget.
James Mendoza: Absolutely, Darwin. I couldn’t agree more. We’ve both been itching for this matchup, and I know Darwin brings his A-game every time he steps between those ropes. But tonight, it’s not about titles or rivalries – it’s about two competitors pushing each other to their limits and showing what we’re made of.
Elena Cruz: There’s no denying the respect and sportsmanship between you two. With that in mind, what can the P:V Universe expect from your match tonight?
Darwin Jones: Well, Elena, they can expect nothing short of a hard-fought battle from both of us. We’re going to leave it all in the ring, giving everything we’ve got to come out on top. But win or lose, tonight’s about showcasing the best of what P:V has to offer.
James Mendoza: That’s right. Darwin and I have a mutual respect for each other’s abilities, but once that bell rings, it’s all business. We’ll be bringing our A-game and leaving it all out there for the fans.
Elena Cruz: Well, there you have it, folks – a display of sportsmanship and skill from two of P:V’s finest. Darwin Jones and James Mendoza, thank you for your time, and best of luck in your match tonight.
[As Darwin and James exchange nods of respect, they head off to prepare for their showdown in the ring, leaving Elena Cruz to reflect on the anticipation building for their highly anticipated matchup.]
Darwin Jones vs. James Mendoza
[Backstage, Elena Cruz stands ready with her microphone, poised to interview Stevie Rigg, who appears focused and determined.]
Elena Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Stevie Rigg, who has a big match against Adam Garcia tonight. Stevie, can you shed some light on why you requested this match?
Stevie Rigg: Thanks, Elena. Look, the reason I asked for this match is simple. Adam Garcia has been making waves, strutting around like he’s the next big thing in P:V. But let’s not forget who’s been grinding in the ring, night in and night out, trying to claw his way back to the top. It’s me, Stevie Rigg.
Elena Cruz: So, you’re saying this match is about more than just proving yourself against Garcia?
Stevie Rigg: Exactly. It’s about sending a message to Curtis Knight and the whole P:V roster. I’m not content to sit back and watch someone like Garcia get handed opportunities while I’m left in the shadows. Tonight, I’m going to show everyone why I deserve to be next in line for a shot at that Heavyweight Championship.
Elena Cruz: Strong words, Stevie. Do you think you have what it takes to defeat Adam Garcia?
Stevie Rigg: Absolutely, Elena. I’ve been training hard, I’m focused, and I’m more determined than ever. Garcia may be flashy, but when it comes down to it, I’ve got the heart and the skill to come out on top. Tonight, Garcia’s going to find out firsthand what Stevie Rigg is all about.
[With a determined expression, Stevie Rigg nods confidently, ready to step into the ring and prove his worth against Adam Garcia.]
Adam Garcia vs. Stevie Rigg
[Backstage in the locker room area, Elijah Drake stands with the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon, discussing their upcoming match against the formidable Legends Club.]
Elijah Drake: Gentlemen, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you both for having my back last week against the Legends Club. Without your timely intervention, things could have turned out a lot worse.
Darren Starr: No problem, Elijah. We’ve had our fair share of run-ins with those goons before. It was about time someone stood up to them.
Simon Starr: Yeah, and besides, we’ve got your back, man. We’re all in this together.
Elijah Drake: I appreciate that, guys. But tonight, it’s not just about standing up to the Legends Club. It’s about sending a message. We need to show them that we’re not going to back down, that we’re not afraid of their cheap tactics and underhanded schemes.
Darren Starr: Absolutely, Elijah. Tonight, we’re going to take the fight to them like never before.
Simon Starr: And when we’re done, they’ll think twice before messing with us again.
Elijah Drake: That’s the spirit. Together, we’re a force to be reckoned with. Let’s make sure they remember our names after tonight’s match.
[The trio shares a determined nod, their unity palpable as they prepare to face their adversaries head-on in the impending six-man tag team showdown.]
TV Championship Match
Athena (c) vs. Jakucho Akechi
[Not missing a beat, Chiaki grabs a mic to make the big announcement.
Chiaki: <”Your winner, and NEW Project: Violence Television Champion, AKECHIIIIII JAAKUUCHOOOO!”>
[Black, purple and pink confetti rains from the rafters as ‘Subconscious’ echoes in every corner of Goodfellas Casino Arena. The Queen of Queer Style stands in the center of the ring, breathing heavily after what’s probably been the most physical match of her career. Harper WIlliams, P:V Head Official, walks up with the Project: Violence Television Championship belt in hand, and the fans roar with approval.]
Johnny Kaos: “She did it! She did it! Athena did everything she could to destroy another challenger tonight, but Jakucho Akechi dug deep and found a way to win. We’ve got a new Television Champion!”
Zac Brindle: “As much as I disagree with her tactics usually, there’s no question that the Queen of Queer Style earned this one tonight. The Legends Club’s run roughshod over Project: Violence for weeks, but now they’re finally on the back foot.”
[Jakucho sees the belt, flashes a big grin and motions to her waist. Harper gets the clue and fastens the title around her waist while the confetti continues to fall. Shortly thereafter we hear chants of “QUEEN-OF-QUEER-STYLE!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP filing the air. Jakucho immediately smiles wider as she picks up on it, which draws louder cheers from the crowd. She drinks it in for a moment, arms raised in victory.]
[A few moments later her music fades out and she calls for a mic. As soon as it’s in hand, she seems to relax a bit from the tension of the preceding fight. Of course, Chiaki’s right there at her side to translate and mimic her boss’ every movement.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Las Vegas – I FUCKING DID IT!”>
[The fans roar in approval at her exuberant exclamation.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”None of those damn dinosaurs thought I could. The Legends Club didn’t think that I could. But it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks but myself, and this here?”>
[She pats the center plate of the championship around her waist.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”This is all the proof I need to show how wrong they all were. Legends Club has been coming out here week after week pummeling anyone who stood up to them. Beating down people for fun just to remind everyone who ran the place. JD James kept sending whoever he could to stop them, but none of them could do it. Grandpa Satake fell on his ass when he had this opportunity, but Jakucho-sama? She just went toe to toe with Muscle Barbie, took the worst beating she could dish out, still kicked her ass and now is the face of Project: Violence!”>
[This still gets cheers, though her remarks about Masafumi get a few boos. Jakucho lets those words settle in before she continues on.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”I was destined to become Television Champion, because when my face is on those screens, more and more people tune in. Every time I step into this ring it becomes a must see event! And from now on, this championship’s going to be carried with pride and class the likes of which Athena could never give it.”>
[She pauses to let more chants rain down on her, clearly eating up all the attention.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Hey grandpas, how do you like me now?! I did the thing that none of your geriatric asses could! If you want a shot at this championship, come and get some. I’ll send all of you to the retirement home or graveyard like I’ve promised to do from day one! Each one of you becomes another notch in my belt as YOUR Television Champion!”>
[Jakucho laughs with joy, Chiaki following suit.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. The fact remains, the revolution isn’t coming – it’s already begun! This is just the biggest victory yet of so many more to come. And to change the world of professional wrestling, to get all the dinosaurs and people with dino-brains, you need an army. When I got this match with Athena, I knew I’d have to call in mine.”>
[A sudden hush falls over the arena as everyone wonders what she’s talking about. Jakucho taps her head as she continues.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Legends Club is good at playing the numbers game, and I was damn sure not going to let that stop me from finishing the job tonight. So I brought that ace up my sleeve. Didn’t end up needing her, so you’ll have to wait just a little longer to meet her.”>
[Jakucho grins as she clearly thinks about the surprise she’s got planned for the world of P:V. ]
Jakucho Akechi: <”So for now let’s celebrate the end of a ‘Legend’ and the kickstart to the Revolution! This victory is for more than just my loyal lilies, it’s for every young star who’s ever been told to take a back seat to tradition. It’s for everyone who ever got pulled aside and told to mute their identity because it might disturb someone. It’s for all of you, just not the elderly and the boring tradition-hounds. Tonight we won.”>
[Cheers of ‘YOU DESERVE IT!’ ring out from a small section of the crowd, which turns her grin to a smile.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Now as for Grandpa Satake, I’ll keep my word. Masa-kun, you wanted Jakucho-sama? You’ve got her next week. But since you couldn’t get the job done like I did, there’s no reason to put this belt on the line against you. Non-title.”>
[Boos ring out at that, but Jak just brushes them off as if they’re nothing.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”I plan on keeping this title for a while – it suits me! This is the face of Project: Violence and the leader of the revolution that’s going to make this a better place for all the young, hungry talent here. And if anyone’s got a problem with that and thinks they deserve this more?”>
[Jak gives the belt another pat, her expression growing deadly serious.]
Jakucho Akechi: <”Come and take it. From my cold, dead hands.”>
[She tosses the mic down and ‘Subconscious’ hits again to mostly cheers from the crowd. Jakucho climbs the turnbuckles and motions for the crowd to get louder, grinning fiercely as the new champion. Chiaki meanwhile stands nearby applauding her enthusiastically as the celebration continues on, eventually fading into a graphic for the next match.]
Ready for the Dark Horse
[Backstage, Elena Cruz stands ready with her microphone as Boyd Jackson approaches, his demeanor exuding confidence mixed with a hint of caution ahead of his match against the enigmatic ‘Dark Horse’ Darrell Robles.]
Elena Cruz: Boyd, tonight you’re set to face off against ‘Dark Horse’ Darrell Robles in his highly anticipated P:V debut. What are your thoughts going into this match?
Boyd Jackson: Look, Elena, I’ve been around the block in P:V. I’ve faced some of the toughest competitors this promotion has to offer. But this Darrell Robles character? He’s a whole different ball game. I’ve heard the rumors, seen the buzz surrounding him. But tonight, it’s not about the hype. It’s about what happens in that ring.
Elena Cruz: Robles is known for his dark, unpredictable style. How do you plan to counter that?
Boyd Jackson: Listen, Elena, I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge. Robles may think he’s the big, bad wolf coming to blow the house down, but he’s stepping into my yard now. I’ve faced adversity before, and I’ve come out on top. Tonight will be no different.
Elena Cruz: Any final words for your opponent tonight?
Boyd Jackson: Robles, you may think you’re the new kid on the block, but around here, respect is earned, not given. Tonight, I’m going to show you what it means to step into the lion’s den. You may be the ‘Dark Horse,’ but tonight, I’m the one who’s going to shine.
[With a determined gaze, Boyd Jackson walks off, his focus unwavering as he prepares to clash with the mysterious newcomer, ‘Dark Horse’ Darrell Robles, in what promises to be an electrifying encounter.]
Boyd Jackson vs. ‘Dark Horse’ Darrell Robles
[In the dimly lit locker room of the Legends Club, tensions run high following Athena’s unexpected loss earlier in the evening. Curtis Knight, his demeanor steely and commanding, stands at the center of the room, flanked by Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall, while Athena sits nearby, her expression a mix of frustration and disappointment.]
Curtis Knight: (voice firm) Well, well, well… Seems like we’ve hit a little snag tonight, haven’t we?
Drew Hendrix: (defensive) Look, boss, it wasn’t our fault. Things just didn’t go according to plan out there.
Buzz Marshall: (nodding) Yeah, we did our best. But you can’t control everything in that ring.
Curtis Knight: (voice low, simmering with intensity) Your best wasn’t good enough tonight, gentlemen. And I can’t afford any more slip-ups, especially with the main event looming.
Athena: (interjecting, her voice edged with frustration) I had that match, Curtis. I had it until—
Curtis Knight: (cutting her off, his tone stern) Until they let you down. Until they failed you.
Drew Hendrix: (trying to diffuse the tension) We’ll make it right in the main event, boss. You can count on us.
Curtis Knight: (eyes narrowing) You’re damn right you’ll make it right. Because if you don’t, there will be consequences. We can’t afford any more mistakes, not tonight, not ever.
[The room falls into a tense silence as the weight of Knight’s words hangs heavy in the air. With the main event fast approaching, the members of the Legends Club understand the gravity of the situation, knowing that failure is not an option if they want to maintain their dominance in P:V.]
Six Man Tag Team Match
Elijah Drake & The Starr Brothers vs. Curtis Knight & The Legends Club
[The arena is electric with the aftermath of the intense main event, where Elijah Drake and the Starr Brothers emerged victorious against the formidable Legends Club. In the ring, amidst the lingering tension, Curtis Knight, the leader of the Legends Club, stands seething, his gaze locked like daggers on Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall, his trusted allies who failed to secure victory.]
Curtis Knight: (his voice low and brimming with barely contained fury) You two… you let me down. You let us all down.
[Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall, still catching their breath from the grueling match, exchange nervous glances, acutely aware of the disappointment radiating from Knight.]
Curtis Knight: (his voice rising, echoing through the arena) Tonight was supposed to be our night of redemption, our chance to show the world who truly reigns supreme in P:V! But because of your incompetence, because of your failure… we stand here defeated.
[The Starr Brothers and Elijah Drake, their victory celebrated by the roaring crowd, watch the unfolding drama with a mixture of satisfaction and wariness.]
Curtis Knight: (pointing accusingly) This… this cannot happen again. We are the Legends Club, damn it! We do not falter. We do not fail. And yet, here we are, defeated by a group of misfits and has-beens!
[Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall, their expressions a mix of remorse and defiance, stand their ground, bracing for the inevitable storm that follows.]
Curtis Knight: (his voice thundering) Consider this your warning. Consider this your final chance. Because if you ever disappoint me again, if you ever let the Legends Club down again… there will be consequences. Do you understand me?
[The air crackles with tension as Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall nod in reluctant agreement, fully aware of the weight of Knight’s words. With the night’s events etched into their memories, the future of the Legends Club hangs precariously in the balance.]
Masa’s Night Off, Part 2
[…nothing but dead ends…]
[Maybe JD James was right? It seemed highly unlikely that Masafumi Satake was going to find any concrete evidence about the mysterious figure from last week. Instead of heading home, Satake continues to roam the backstage, looking for anything or anyone that may be able to help him. Uprising #63 is wrapping up and Masafumi really does not want to risk running into JD James after his encounter earlier in the night. Especially now. The COO made it clear that he wanted Masa’ to take the night off. It was imperative that Satake rest up, and return to his winning ways.]
[He has achieved so much so quickly with Project:Violence, but this burden of terror lies heavy on his shoulders. Is he really going to fall flat once again? Is his downfall imminent?]
[With no more hope left, Masafumi heads out to the ‘employee’ parking area. He immediately notices a crowd of Project: Violence wrestlers and staff. Masa’ nervously scans the crowd for JD James, and is delighted that he is elsewhere. Any relief that Satake feels is immediately replaced with sheer terror.]
MasafumI Satake: “Oh dear lord…”
[In the center of the parking lot is a mangled car. The decimated vehicle looks like a black and gold mound of withered oatmeal. The veteran falls to his knees in total disbelief. Fear grips him.]
[Masafumi would recognize this vehicle anywhere. A 1984 Chevy IROC. The same vehicle that his best friend died in.]
[The same vehicle that was a tomb.]
[The scene fades to black.]