P:V Uprising 80
Live on the HOTv Network
Capital One Arena – Washington, D.C.
15th June 2024

The camera pans over the buzzing crowd inside Capital One Arena, the energy palpable as the fans hold up their signs and cheer for the upcoming action. The familiar theme of Project: Violence plays loudly, and the pyrotechnics light up the stage. The camera cuts to the commentary desk where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to kick off another explosive episode of P:V Uprising.

Zac Brindle: “Welcome, everyone, to P:V Uprising 80, live from the Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C.! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my partner Johnny Kaos, and we’ve got an action-packed show lined up for you tonight!”

Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! Last week was nothing short of shocking. We saw Boyd Jackson force his way into the main event and walk out as the new International Heavyweight Champion, ending Angelo Anderson’s incredible 132-day reign!”

Zac Brindle: “And let’s not forget the chaos that ensued when Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall of the Legends Club made their return, attacking Elijah Drake and setting the stage for what promises to be a brutal encounter at the next PPV.”

Johnny Kaos: “Speaking of Elijah Drake, he demanded a match against Hendrix and Marshall, but JD James threw a curveball by trying to pair him with Darwin Jones. Drake refused, opting to go it alone, and paid the price in that vicious handicap match.”

Zac Brindle: “Tonight, we’re expecting P:V Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia to be in the arena after missing last week’s show due to a heinous attack by his former ally, Hate Watson. The champ is set to address the fans, and you can bet he’s got a lot on his mind.”

Johnny Kaos: “And let’s not forget our main event last week! We have Masafumi Satake, who was brutally attacked last week, looking for payback. We don’t know the full details yet, but you can be sure Satake is out for blood after what Boyd Jackson did to him.”

Zac Brindle: “Absolutely, Johnny. It’s going to be a night full of intensity and surprises as the road to the next PPV heats up. Stay tuned, folks, because P:V Uprising 80 is just getting started!”

Johnny Kaos: “Hold on to your seats, everyone. It’s going to be a wild ride tonight in Washington, D.C.!”

The show transitions to the backstage area, with the commentators’ voices fading into the background as the action kicks off.

La defensa

The scene opens in JD James’ office, the current COO of Project:Violence. Sitting across from him is the champion, Adam Garcia, both men look exhausted but determined, the weight of the company on their shoulders.

JD leans forward, a serious expression on his face

JD James: “Adam, you know why you’re here today.”

JD gestures to a stack of papers on the table. Garcia’s eyes shift to the contract – a pay raise, but also conditions he must meet as champion. Conditions he’s struggled with due to Hate Eternal’s constant interference.

JD James:”Carrying that title means you’re the leader of the locker room. The one who—”

Garcia cuts him off.

Adam Garcia:”The one who should be representing the company, defending the title. I get it. But you know I haven’t been shirking my duties. Every time I step out there, Hate Eternal is waiting to jump me. Those are not conditions to defend my title.”

JD James: “Don’t worry about that. I’ll have bodyguards at all entrances to the ring tonight. Nothing and no one will interfere with your match tonight.”

Garcia nods, a mix of skepticism in his eyes.

Adam Garcia:”Esta bien, good. But understand this James, I won’t hide, I never do. If you can’t handle this mess, I’ll take care of it myself, hell it wouldn’t be the first time.”

JD James sighs deeply, leaning back in his chair, he meets Garcia’s gaze with a look of earnest concern.

JD James:”I’ll do what I can. But for now, focus on tonight. You’re facing Dash Diaz. The kid deserves a chance.”

Garcia stands, grabbing his championship belt and slinging it over his shoulder. He pushes his chair back, standing tall and confident.

Adam Garcia: “Diaz is getting his chance, but I’m keeping this belt. And as for Hate Eternal, tell them their days are numbered, no one messes with El Campeon and leaves unscathed, there’s a nice long list of names who tried just to come up short.”

Garcia turns and marches towards the door, ready to prepare for his first title defense since his victory over Curtis Knight almost two months ago.

JD watches him leave, a mix of respect and concern in his eyes. 

The scene fades out as Garcia heads down the hall, the weight of his responsibilities clear in his determined stride.

Unlikely Alliance

The camera cuts to the locker room where Teddy Rush, James Mendoza, and Darrell Robles are getting ready for their match. Despite being rivals, they share a common goal tonight: to take down the formidable trio known as Hate Eternal. The atmosphere is tense but focused as they lace up their boots and adjust their gear.

Teddy Rush: (breaking the silence) “Alright, guys. I know we’ve had our differences, but tonight, we need to be on the same page. Hate Watson’s crew isn’t here to play around. They’re dangerous.”

James Mendoza nods, tightening his wrist tape, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and respect for his teammates.

James Mendoza: “Yeah, I’ve seen what they’re capable of. We have to be smart, and we have to work together. It’s the only way we’re gonna stand a chance.”

Darrell Robles, who has been stretching in the corner, stands up and joins the conversation.

Darrell Robles: “Agreed. Look, I know we all want to be the best, but tonight isn’t about us individually. It’s about showing everyone that we can stand up to anyone, no matter how vicious they are.”

Teddy Rush looks at both men, appreciating their willingness to set aside personal rivalries for the greater good.

Teddy Rush: “Exactly. Hate Watson thinks he can just bring in these guys and run roughshod over P:V. We need to show him and everyone else that we won’t back down. Not now, not ever.”

James Mendoza smirks, adjusting his elbow pad.

James Mendoza: “So, what’s the plan? How do we take them down?”

Teddy Rush: “We stick to what we know best. James, you use your speed and agility to keep them off balance. Darrell, bring the power and make them feel every move. I’ll do my part to keep us grounded and focused.”

Darrell Robles clenches his fists, ready for the fight ahead.

Darrell Robles: “Sounds like a plan. Let’s make sure we give these fans something to cheer about.”

As they finish their preparations, the camera captures the unity forming between the three fan favorites, their rivalry momentarily set aside for the greater good. They all nod to each other, a silent agreement to give it their all in the ring.

James Mendoza: “Let’s do this.”

The camera fades out as they head towards the curtain, ready to face the dangerous new force of Hate Eternal in their six-person tag team match.

Six Man Tag Team Match
Masashi Mike, Anderson Alvarez, and Asami Sukeban

Teddy Rush, James Mendoza & Darrell Robles

Why Him?

The camera cuts to the office of COO JD James. He is sitting at his desk, looking over some papers, when the door swings open with a loud bang. Midas and his manager Katya Roux storm into the room. Midas, with his imposing presence, stands silently while Katya Roux steps forward, her eyes blazing with anger.

Katya Roux: (voice dripping with sarcasm) “Well, well, well, JD. Care to explain why Dash Diaz gets a P:V Heavyweight Championship shot against Adam Garcia in the main event tonight, while my client, Midas, is stuck facing Chopper Anderson? This is a travesty!”

JD James looks up, clearly taken aback by the sudden intrusion. He nervously adjusts his tie and tries to compose himself.

JD James: “Katya, Midas, I understand your frustration. But Dash Diaz has earned his shot through his performances. He deserves this opportunity.”

Katya Roux scoffs, folding her arms defiantly.

Katya Roux: “Deserves? My client has been dominating in that ring. He is a force to be reckoned with, and yet you continue to overlook him. This is unacceptable, JD. Unacceptable!”

Midas steps forward, his silent but intimidating presence adding weight to Katya’s words. JD James swallows hard, clearly intimidated.

JD James: “Look, Katya, I get it. Midas is a phenomenal talent. But Diaz has earned this chance. If Midas thinks he can beat Diaz, then let him prove it in the ring. That’s the only way to settle this.”

Katya Roux glares at JD James, her lips curling into a cold smile.

Katya Roux: “Fine. Midas will prove himself once again. But JD, you better start recognizing who the true star of this company is, or you’ll have more than just an angry manager to deal with.”

JD James nods quickly, clearly wanting to defuse the situation as soon as possible.

JD James: “Understood, Katya. I’ll make sure Midas gets his opportunities. But for now, he has to focus on Chopper Anderson. If he can continue to dominate, his time will come.”

Katya Roux gives JD one last withering look before turning on her heel and walking out of the office, with Midas silently following her. The camera lingers on JD James, who lets out a sigh of relief, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

JD James: (muttering to himself) “I really need to get a better lock for that door.”

The camera fades out as JD returns to his papers, still visibly shaken by the encounter.


The camera cuts to the locker room where the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon, are preparing for their highly anticipated tag team match against The Legends Club. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of determination and nostalgia as they lace up their boots and discuss strategies.

Darren Starr: (adjusting his knee pad) “We’ve been here before, Simon. Drew and Buzz think they can walk all over us, but tonight, we remind them why we’re the best.”

Simon Starr: (nodding) “Damn right. We’ve beaten them before, and we’ll do it again. We just need to stay focused.”

The door swings open, and Elijah Drake steps in, his presence immediately grabbing the attention of the Starr Brothers.

Elijah Drake: “Hey, guys. Just wanted to let you know I’ll be in your corner tonight to counter Curtis Knight and Athena. But I need to ask, have either of you seen Darwin Jones?”

Darren and Simon exchange glances, shaking their heads.

Darren Starr: “No, we haven’t seen him. Figured he’d be around somewhere, but he’s been keeping a low profile.”

Simon Starr: “Yeah, we were hoping you’d know where he stands. It’s hard to tell whose side he’s on these days.”

Elijah Drake sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated by the uncertainty surrounding Darwin Jones.

Elijah Drake: “That’s the problem. Darwin’s been a wild card ever since everything went down with Athena and Curtis. I thought I could count on him before, but now… I just don’t know.”

The Starr Brothers nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. They know that having Darwin Jones on their side could make a significant difference in their ongoing feud with The Legends Club.

Darren Starr: “We get it, Elijah. Darwin’s got his own demons to deal with, but tonight, we need to focus on Drew and Buzz. If Darwin shows up, we’ll deal with it then.”

Simon Starr: “Exactly. We appreciate you having our backs tonight. Just be ready for anything.”

Elijah Drake: “You know I will. And no matter what, we’re not letting The Legends Club get the upper hand. We stand together.”

The three men share a nod of solidarity, their combined resolve strengthening their determination to overcome the challenges ahead. The camera captures the intensity in their eyes as they prepare for their match, the uncertainty about Darwin Jones’ allegiance adding an extra layer of tension to the night.

Darren Starr: “Alright, let’s get out there and show them what we’re made of.”

Simon Starr: “Together.”

The camera fades out as they finish their preparations, ready to face The Legends Club with Elijah Drake in their corner, still wondering whose side Darwin Jones is truly on.

Single Match
Midas vs. Chopper Anderson

Californian Challenger

The camera cuts to a backstage area near the entrance of the arena. JD James stands waiting with a confident smile as the door opens, and Sam Vintage, the GCW Heavyweight Champion, steps in. Vintage looks around, taking in the atmosphere of the P:V arena.

JD James: (extending a hand) “Welcome to P:V, Sam. It’s a pleasure to have you here. I’ve heard great things about you and I’m looking forward to seeing what you’re made of in tonight’s TV Championship match.”

Sam Vintage: (shaking JD’s hand firmly) “Thanks, JD. It’s an honor to be here. I’ve been following P:V for a while now, and I can’t wait to step into the ring with Jakucho Akechi. She’s one hell of a competitor.”

JD James: “She certainly is. Undefeated and one of the toughest champions we’ve ever had. But from what I’ve seen of you, I think you’re up to the challenge. Just remember, this is your chance to show the P:V fans what you’re all about.”

As JD James speaks, the camera shifts slightly to capture Setsuna Kojima walking by. She pauses, her gaze locking onto Sam Vintage. She silently looks him up and down, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp and assessing. Vintage notices her and raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Sam Vintage: (nodding towards Setsuna) “And who might that be?”

JD James: (glancing at Setsuna) “That’s Setsuna Kojima, Jakucho Akechi’s protege. She’s quite the talent herself. Looks like she’s curious about you too.”

Setsuna gives a slight nod of acknowledgment before continuing on her way, leaving Vintage and JD watching her retreating figure.

Sam Vintage: (smirking) “Interesting. Seems like there’s a lot of talent in P:V. Makes me even more excited for tonight.”

JD James: “You’ve got a big opportunity ahead of you, Sam. Make the most of it. And welcome again to P:V. We’re thrilled to see what you can do.”

Sam Vintage: “Thanks, JD. I won’t disappoint.”

The camera captures the determined look in Vintage’s eyes as he turns to head deeper into the arena, ready for his big match. JD James watches him go with a satisfied nod, confident that tonight’s TV Championship match will be one to remember.

The scene fades out as Setsuna Kojima is seen in the background, her eyes still lingering on Vintage, a hint of curiosity and challenge in her gaze.

Tag Team Match
The Anarchy Alliance vs. The Ordinary Gentlemen

Opportunity Knocks

The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands with Dash Diaz, who is full of energy and anticipation for his upcoming main event match.

Elena Cruz: “Dash, tonight you have a huge opportunity to face Adam Garcia for the P:V Heavyweight Championship. How are you feeling heading into such a significant match?”

Dash Diaz: (smiling confidently) “Elena, I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire career. To go up against Adam Garcia for the P:V Heavyweight Championship is a dream come true. I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready to give it everything I’ve got and make the most of this opportunity.”

Elena Cruz: “And what do you think about your chances tonight? Adam Garcia is a tough opponent with a lot of experience.”

Dash Diaz: “Adam is one of the best, no doubt about it. But I’ve been training hard, and I’ve got the support of the fans behind me. I believe in myself, and I’m going to leave everything in the ring tonight. This is my time to shine.”

Before Dash can continue, Puck and Midas suddenly appear from the shadows, blindsiding him with vicious attacks. Puck delivers a brutal kick to Dash’s midsection while Midas, with his menacing masked presence, slams him into the wall. Elena Cruz steps back in shock, dropping her microphone.

Puck: (sneering) “You really think you deserve this opportunity, Diaz? You’re nothing!”

Just as Midas lifts Dash to inflict more damage, the sound of heavy footsteps and a revving engine fills the corridor. Dutch Ramirez bursts onto the scene, wielding a steel pipe. He charges at Puck and Midas, swinging the pipe menacingly.

Dutch Ramirez: (yelling) “Back off, you cowards!”

Puck and Midas quickly retreat, knowing they’re outmatched. Dutch helps Dash Diaz to his feet, checking to make sure he’s okay.

Dutch Ramirez: “You good, Dash? Don’t let those idiots get to you. You’ve got a huge match tonight, and you need to be ready.”

Dash Diaz: (breathing heavily but determined) “Thanks, Dutch. I won’t let them ruin this for me.”

Dutch Ramirez: “Good. Now go out there and make the most of your opportunity tonight. Show them what you’re made of.”

Dutch then takes off down the corridor, chasing after Puck and Midas, the steel pipe still in hand. Elena Cruz steps back in, her expression a mix of concern and admiration for Dash’s resilience.

Elena Cruz: “Dash, I believe everyone is rooting for you tonight. Good luck out there.”

Dash Diaz: (nodding with determination) “Thanks, Elena. I’ll give it my all.”

The camera follows Dash Diaz as he heads towards the ring area to finish his preperations, his resolve stronger than ever, ready to seize his chance at glory despite the attempted sabotage.

The scene fades out, leaving the audience eager to see Dash Diaz’s performance in the main event.

P:V TV Championship Match
Jakucho Akechi (TV Champion) vs. Sam Vintage (GCW Heavyweight Champion)

V9/A new challenger appears!

[There’s a big ovation from the crowd the moment the bell rings and ‘subconscious’ hits the PA system. Jakucho rolls off of her opponent, breathing a bit heavily but smiling ear to ear. No amount of pain could override the monstrous satisfaction she feels in the moment. Another successful defense of the championship, another step closer to her lofty goals.

In the moments after the bell the scene is much the same as always. Jakucho standing there with her arm raised in victory, the Project: Violence Television Championship draped over her shoulder. The mysterious young woman is dressed in her priestess’ costume, complete with the hat and veil. There’s a big pop as Chiaki walks up the steps and saunters into the ring. All that’s missing is the presence of Power Ryse’s first recruit to complete the celebratory mood. Yet the Emerald Dragon is nowhere to be seen.]

Chiaki: Here is YOUR winner, AND STILL Project: Violence Television Champion! Queen of Queer Style, AAAAKECHIIIII JAAAKUUCHOO!

[The reigning champion plays to the crowd, her belt lifted on high for all to see. It draws another pop from the crowd and applause from the priestess. For several long moments Jakucho just soaks in the moment which has brought her to the precipice of her stated goal. As the cheers die down she lowers the belt back to her shoulder and raises her mic.]

Jakucho Akechi: <I know it’s been a little while since you’ve all heard from me, my loyal lilies. You’ve all been sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for Uprising to roll around. Praying and hoping that Jakucho-sama will grace your screens and make your Saturday gorgeous! Well, your prayers have been answered. But before we have a little chat.. I’ve got a message for a certain someone.>

[She stifles a chuckle as the statement lingers in the air. Then she finally continues, she fills every word with a fiery confidence matched by the gaze she’s turned to the camera.]

Jakucho Akechi: <Can you hear me in that ivory tower of yours, Spanish God? Can you see me standing here? While you’ve been busy fighting a mammoth who can’t be assed to challenge for the top prize and couldn’t win it if he did? I just lapped you AGAIN. How the hell did you like that, hermano?! If you survive the mammoth, I’ll be waiting.>

[She smirks just enough to be mocking, but soon turns her attention elsewhere.]

Jakucho Akechi: <That’s V9!! Nine brave souls stepped up, nine looked the Queen in the eyes and nine blinked first. Every time I step into this ring, every new photo book I release, I set a new milestone. The Revolution’s here and Jakucho-sama has done the work of weeding out all the dinosaurs, broken down has beens and self appointed ‘legends’. You’re welcome.>

[She glances over to the priestess and her grin turns lustful for a split second. But ever the professional, she quickly regains her composure and continues.]

Jakucho Akechi: <You know, in all the excitement of my reign I almost forgot it was Pride Month! And when I think about that as an openly lesbian woman in this business? I’m damn proud to be YOUR Television Champion. In a world where people still try to shove us into a closet or corner and kick us while we’re down, the Queen of motherfucking Queer Style has been the top attraction for half a year! Every time I win it’s a slap to the face of those assholes who try to tell us how to live. We’re all in this together, and I’m fiercely proud of being your voice week in and week out. V9 was for you!>

[This gets a “QUEEN-OF-QUEER-STYLE” chant from the crowd, to which Jakucho offers a playful bow. She revels in that for a long moment before electing to continue on.]

Jakucho Akechi: <Now! Let’s get down to business. In the past few months Project: Violence has transformed from a secondary show stuck in Vegas to the premier traveling brand of professional wrestling! All the eyes are on OUR ring, and that makes the upcoming PPV the most must-see of the year. And that’s not to see the undefeated world champion fight a psycho grandpa with a death wish. It’s because Jakucho-sama is about to become the greatest Project: Violence Television Champion in history!>

[While Chiaki translates for her, Jakucho shoots a side eyed glare to the entrance ramp. No one steps out, so she raises her mic up again.]

Jakucho Akechi: <For the past two months I’ve taken on all comers with the goal of reaching 10 successful defenses. Anyone who fancied themselves a contender could walk through that curtain and answer my open challenge. So with the biggest Project: Violence PPV on the horizon, with all the eyes of the world on this ring, it’s only appropriate that the next open challenge is for the biggest stage possible.>

[Her hand waves across the crowd dramatically, at last settling when she’s pointing at a banner advertising the PPV.]

Jakucho Akechi: <Who wants to steal the biggest show of the year with me? Who’s ready to be in the REAL main event? If you think you can go toe to toe with the top champion of P:V, if you believe you can be the one to take this beautiful championship from me? The rules are the same: COME AND TAKE IT.. from my COLD. DEAD. HANDS.>

[Jakucho lowers her mic and raises the Television Championship up high, offering anyone on the roster their shot at greatness.]

Zac Brindle: This is a huge opportunity being offered by our Television Champion here. 

Johnny Kaos: She’s been a dominant champion for sure! No one’s been able to take her down, but what matters now is who’s next. Who’s it going to be?

[Jakucho stands there, belt aloft and grin growing ever more confident. The silence which fills the arena as the tension builds is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Just when it seems like no one’s stepping forward, ‘Riot of Flowers’ hits to an immediate pop. The champion’s grin turns to an annoyed frown as she has her answer.

When the camera shifts to the entrance ramp we see Setsuna Kojima marching out in her ring gear and Bison Kojima’s entrance coat. She ignores the cheers and outstretched hands of fans, her steely focus on the ring itself. There’s no fanfare either as Setsuna climbs into the ring and gets right up into Jakucho’s face. Both women stare unblinkingly into each other’s soul.]

Johnny Kaos: There’s been tension between these two for weeks. Now it appears the student is ready to challenge her teacher.

Zac Brindle: Setsuna’s quickly proven herself to be more than just a second generation competitor here in Project: Violence, partner. But you have to wonder if this is a step too far.

[No words are exchanged for a long moment, Jak and Setsuna just staring each other down in the most intense manner possible. Slowly Jak raises her mic – but Setsuna snatches it out of her hand! The Emerald Dragon’s eyes flit down the Television Championship, she nods, then she looks back to Jak. To Jak’s annoyance Chiaki steps forward to translate for Setsuna.]

Setsuna Kojima: <You know, when you told me that Power Ryse was coming back, I was just excited to be on the team. It’s the unit Bison Kojima founded, and getting to be a member of this version is the closest I’ll ever get to teaming up with her. I thought we’d be securing the future of pro wrestling together! But since I got here, I’ve discovered the truth.>

[Setsuna tugs at the lapel of her inherited jacket.]

Setsuna Kojima: <All you did is what you always do. Power Ryse is just a name to you, nothing more.  It’s just a convenient brand for you to hock your.. your gravure shit! A cheap way to get some muscle to do your heavy lifting! You care more about money than the future of professional wrestling. You care more about your special deals on Jaku-do.com than about spilling blood, sweat and tears while becoming the best competitor you can be.>

[Jak holds her hand out, into which the priestess hands another mic.]

Jakucho Akechi: <Setsuna-chan, I love that you’re so enamored with the idea of competition, and that you’ve got such a simple and pure vision of this sport. But you’re still naive. You don’t get how the world really works outside the musty walls of the dojo. Money makes the world go round, and it makes me the biggest star in the world. You’ve made a lot from our exclusive merch too! So I wonder, what’s the problem? Hm? And do you REALLY want to do this?>

[Jak shakes the belt in her teammate’s face.]

Setsuna Kojima: <I understand that you’ve never actually cared about Bison-san’s legacy. And you definitely don’t care about what I want. Week in and week out I’ve been fighting to prove myself against the top talent in the world so that I can make my promises reality. And week in, week out you’re always there to ruin the moment by shoving your stupid ads down everyone’s throats. You just can’t turn it off, can you? Maybe I should do it for you.>

[She stares down at the jacket, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.]

Setsuna Kojima: <I’ve lost so much in the last few years. My mom passed in a car crash. My hero, the woman who made me want to be a wrestler, died after we finally began to connect despite years of silence from her. But I never forgot why I do this. How I grew up in this sport. How I’d be backstage while they fought for pride, honor and gold. How I promised Bison-san that I would become a champion before I lost her. She can’t be here to see it in person, but I know she and mom are watching.>

[Setsuna’s gaze shoots back up to Jak, and more importantly the title on her shoulder.]

Setsuna Kojima: <So am I sure I want this? Absolutely. I’m disgusted with the way you twisted something that means so much  to Bison-san and me into your personal storefront! You ripped the soul out of Power Ryse. And I’m going to keep my promise by ripping THAT->

[The Emerald Dragon nods to the championship belt, a determined grin playing out over her lips.]

Setsuna Kojima: <Out of your cold.. dead… hands.>

[She drops the mic and makes the ‘title’ motion around her waist. Jak steps forward, sneering at her teammate’s audacity. They’re so close their foreheads are touching.]

Jakucho Akechi: <You think you’ve earned a spot at the adult’s table huh? You honestly believe I care about what some dead dinosaur would think of me? Give me your best shot, kid.> But you come at the Queen, you best not miss.

[Her sudden shift to English gets a shocked gasp from the crowd – she clearly isn’t messing around now! Jakucho drops her mic as well, and the two stand there seething at each other. Both women are increasingly furious with each other in the moment. Setsuna’s muscles tense. Jakucho throws her arms out to the side, daring the younger woman to do something. It’s only when Chiaki steps between them and gently pushes them apart that the situation defuses. Even then there are chants of “LET THEM FIGHT!”.>

Chiaki: They will! They will! But NOT tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, this is your REAL pay per view main event – ‘Queen or Queer Style’ Jakucho Akechi vs ‘Emerald Dragon’ Setsuna Kojima for the Project: Violence Television Championship!

[With that announcement, the fans roar in approval. Jakucho glares at her protege, lifting the belt up to remind everyone who’s champion. Setsuna’s nostrils flare as she keeps her eyes on the prize, her promise to Bison Kojima clearly on her mind. That is the scene as we fade into a hype package for the upcoming pay per view.]

The Champ Decides

The scene opens in JD James’ office, where the COO is busy at his desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and multiple screens showing various parts of tonight’s show. The door suddenly swings open, and Boyd Jackson strides in confidently, the International Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Boyd Jackson: (smirking) “Hey JD, nice office you got here. Thought I’d drop by and show off the new gold.”

JD James looks up, a mix of frustration and annoyance on his face.

JD James: “Boyd, what do you want? I’m busy running the show.”

Boyd Jackson: “I just wanted to remind you who the champ is now. And I know you don’t like how I got this belt, but let me be clear: I don’t care what you think.”

Boyd steps closer, flaunting the championship belt right in JD’s face.

Boyd Jackson: “From now on, I’ll be picking and choosing my challengers. And I’m not touring the world to defend this belt because there’s no one in any other federation worthy of stepping into the ring with me.”

JD James shakes his head in disgust, trying to maintain his composure.

JD James: “Boyd, you can’t just decide who gets a shot and who doesn’t. This is about more than just you, that belt is supposed to represent something!”

Boyd Jackson: (laughing) “Oh, but I can and I will. And you can deliver this message to Masafumi Satake: he’s not getting a title shot. There’s nothing you can do about it, JD, this belt means I don’t answer to you anymore… not that I ever did anyway….”

Boyd Jackson laughs as he turns and starts to leave the office. As he reaches the door, JD James’ phone rings. JD picks it up, his expression changing to one of surprise.

JD James: (answering the phone) “Hello? Yes, Jon.”

Boyd stops for a moment, looking back with a hint of curiosity as JD listens intently to the voice on the other end.

Jon Page (via phone): [inaudible conversation]

The camera slowly zooms out, capturing JD James’ serious expression as he listens to the owner, Jon Page. Boyd Jackson smirks one last time and exits the office, leaving JD James to his call. The scene fades out, leaving the audience in suspense about the nature of the conversation and the potential repercussions for Boyd Jackson.

The show then cuts back to the arena, with the crowd buzzing in anticipation for the next segment.

Tag Team Match
The Starr Brothers vs. The Legends Club

The Fourth Man?

The scene opens with the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon, celebrating their hard-fought victory over Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall in the ring. The fans cheer wildly, appreciating the brothers’ skill and teamwork.

Zac Brindle: “What a match! The Starr Brothers have done it again, defeating The Legends Club in an incredible tag team contest!”

Johnny Kaos: “But look out, Zac! It seems like we’re not done yet!”

As the Starr Brothers continue their celebration, Curtis Knight and Athena, who were at ringside, slide into the ring. Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall, angered by their loss, quickly join them. Elijah Drake rushes in to support the Starr Brothers, standing firm beside them.

Zac Brindle: “This doesn’t look good, Johnny! The Legends Club isn’t taking this loss lightly.”

Johnny Kaos: “You’re right, Zac. This is about to explode!”

The tension in the ring is palpable as the two sides face off: Curtis Knight, Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall on one side, with Elijah Drake, Darren Starr, and Simon Starr on the other. The fans can sense the brewing storm and begin to boo loudly.

Without warning, the brawl erupts. Fists fly as both sides clash in a chaotic melee. The crowd’s boos grow louder, drowning out the sounds of the fight.

Zac Brindle: “It’s pandemonium in the ring! All six competitors are going at it!”

Johnny Kaos: “This is getting out of hand! We need some order here!”

Despite their best efforts, Elijah Drake and the Starr Brothers find themselves overwhelmed by the numbers. The Legends Club, with their four-on-three advantage, begin to take control. The boos from the crowd intensify, with chants for Darwin Jones echoing through the arena.

Crowd: “Dar-win! Dar-win! Dar-win!”

Zac Brindle: “The fans are calling for Darwin Jones! They want to see him even the odds!”

Johnny Kaos: “But where is he, Zac? He’s not coming out!”

Curtis Knight, Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall continue their assault, eventually standing tall over their fallen opponents. The boos from the crowd are deafening as the Legends Club raise their arms in victory, basking in their dominance.

Zac Brindle: “This is a disgrace! The Legends Club standing tall after a vicious attack, and Darwin Jones nowhere to be seen!”

Johnny Kaos: “You have to wonder, Zac, what this means for the upcoming four-on-four match. Can Elijah Drake and the Starr Brothers trust Darwin Jones?”

The camera captures the smug expressions of Curtis Knight, Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall as they soak in the crowd’s disdain. The final shot is of the fallen Elijah Drake and Starr Brothers, a stark reminder of the power and ruthlessness of the Legends Club.

The show cuts to a commercial break, leaving the audience in suspense and anticipation for what will happen next.

Not Impressed

In the bustling backstage area of the arena, the Anarchy Alliance, Edwin Ellis and Stevie Rigg, are seen celebrating their victory over the Ordinary Gentlemen. They hold their Tag Team Championship belts proudly, basking in their recent success.

Edwin Ellis: “Another successful defense in the bag, Stevie. We’re unstoppable!”

Stevie Rigg: “Absolutely, Ed! No one can touch us!”

Suddenly, the Masters of the Mat, George Lancaster and Mike Donovan, approach the champions with confident smirks on their faces.

George Lancaster: “Congratulations, boys. But let’s not get too ahead of yourselves.”

Mike Donovan: “Yeah, you might have beaten the Ordinary Gentlemen tonight, but facing us at the next PPV will be a whole different story.”

The Anarchy Alliance exchange glances, their expressions turning more serious as they size up their challengers.

Edwin Ellis: “Oh, is that so? Well, we’ll be ready for whatever you two have to throw at us.”

Stevie Rigg: “Just make sure you’re prepared to leave it all in the ring, because we sure will!”

The tension between the two teams is palpable, each confident in their abilities and eager to prove themselves as the dominant force in P:V’s tag team division.

The camera fades as the Masters of the Mat and the Anarchy Alliance continue to exchange heated words, setting the stage for an intense showdown at the upcoming PPV.

Main Event
P:V Heavyweight Championship Match
Adam Garcia (c) vs. Dash Diaz

A big announcement

“The Mad Bull” Adam Garcia stands victorious, sweat pouring down his face, his championship held high as the crowd roars in approval, the volume of their chants increase as the champion gets a hold of a microphone, he paces around the ring, his look fueled with a burning rage and determination, the stasis of a full-fledged warrior.

Adam Garcia: “I know it’s not ideal after a fight, but let’s do the math.”

Garcia smiles, drawing the crowd’s attention.

Adam Garcia: “My debut in this company was at P:V 58, which means I’ve run a whopping 22 consecutive shows since my debut whilst preserving my winning streak of consecutive singles matches, no one in this company has ever beaten me mano a mano, and no one ever will, but Hate hasn’t learned this lesson, he believes strength in numbers, but…how did that work out for Curtis?”

He hums, making some of the younger members of the audience chuckle.

Adam Garcia: “Oh yeah, he tried to undermine me week after week, until I was taking down each of his lackeys, one by one, until finally I took care of the leader and they all ran around like headless chickens seeking backup from anybody so they could make the leap back to mainstream.”

Garcia sits, cross-legged watching the ramp, Watson’s absence only causes a smile to curl up at the corner of his lips.

Adam Garcia: “You’re not my first rodeo Hate, I’m pretty sure you won’t be my last, the list of people after my neck is long and I have no problem sending any who dare challenge me to hell, but here’s the dilemma, as much as you claim to want to spill my precious blood, your own fear outweighs your hatred for me. Were it not so, you would not be hiding behind the sidelines and face me like a man, yet now you are but a shell of what you once were, a coward hiding your fear with spite.”

Some “COWARD, COWARD!” chants start formulating along the audience.

Adam Garcia: “See, even they understand…You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape me.”

Suddenly, the COO walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. The crowd turns their attention to him, cheering as he makes his way to the ring, Garcia watches him, arms crossed, waiting.

JD James: “Adam is right, we have let chaos corrupt this company for too long, Hate may think he has the upper hand as he hides in the shadows, but not for long…Not on my watch.”

The crowd erupts in approval, chanting JD’s name. JD walks down the ramp and enters the ring, standing next to Garcia.

JD James: “At the next pay-per-view, it’s going to be Adam Garcia versus Hate Watson for the Project Championship, no more hiding, no more sneaky attacks. This ends once and for all.”

The crowd explodes with excitement, cheering loudly as Garcia and JD share a determined nod, Garcia raises his belt high once more, the intensity in his eyes showing that he’s ready for whatever comes next.

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