P:V Uprising 81
Live on the HOTv Network
Royal Farms Arena – Baltimore, Maryland

22nd June 2024

The show opens with a wide shot of the packed Royal Farms Arena, fans on their feet, holding up signs and cheering loudly. The camera pans around, capturing the energy of the crowd before settling on the commentary table where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are seated.

Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to P:V Uprising 81, coming to you live from the Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore, Maryland! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my broadcast partner, Johnny Kaos, and Johnny, we are just one week away from ‘Dance of the Damned’!”

Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! The excitement is at an all-time high as we gear up for the last show before the big PPV. And tonight, we have a main event that promises to be explosive, with Hate Watson taking on Teddy Rush!”

Zac Brindle: “And that’s not all, folks. There are rumors swirling that our P:V Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, might defend his title tonight, despite having to face Hate Watson next week at ‘Dance of the Damned.’”

Johnny Kaos: “If those rumors are true, it could be a game-changer. Adam Garcia has been through a lot, and defending his title twice in such a short span could really test his limits.”

Zac Brindle: “Absolutely, Johnny. But we know Garcia is a fighting champion. We’ll see if he steps up tonight. Plus, we’ve got a stacked card leading up to the PPV, with all the rivalries and storylines reaching their boiling points.”

Johnny Kaos: “It’s going to be an unforgettable night, Zac. So, let’s get this show started and see who makes the final statement before ‘Dance of the Damned’!”

The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as the arena lights dim, signaling the start of the night’s first match. The crowd’s anticipation grows, knowing they are in for an action-packed evening.

Fighting Champion

The scene opens in the office of P:V COO JD James, who is busy at his desk going through paperwork. The door swings open with force, and in strides the ‘Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia, looking determined.

Adam Garcia: “JD, I want to defend my title tonight.”

JD James looks up, surprised, and immediately gets up from his chair.

JD James: “Adam, are you sure about this? You’ve got a huge match against Hate Watson next week at ‘Dance of the Damned.’ You need to be at your best.”

Adam Garcia: “I know what’s at stake, JD. But I’m the P:V Heavyweight Champion. I don’t back down from any challenge. I want to prove that I’m the best. Tonight.”

JD James: “I appreciate your drive, Adam, but finding a suitable opponent on such short notice is—”

Before JD can finish, the door opens again, and Brandon Snyder, a heel known for his arrogance, walks in with a smirk on his face.

Brandon Snyder: “Well, well, I couldn’t help but overhear this little conversation. JD, you don’t need to look any further. I’ll be happy to take that title shot tonight.”

Garcia steps closer to Snyder, their faces inches apart, the tension palpable.

Adam Garcia: “Fine by me. Grab a referee and meet me in the ring.”

Snyder chuckles and backs away, still smiling confidently.

Brandon Snyder: “I hope you’re ready, champ. This is going to be the easiest title win of my career.”

Garcia watches him leave before turning back to JD James, who looks concerned.

JD James: “Adam, you know what you’re doing?”

Adam Garcia: “I know exactly what I’m doing. Get that ring ready.”

With that, Garcia storms out of the office, leaving JD James shaking his head, a mix of worry and admiration on his face.

JD James: “This is going to be one hell of a night.”

The camera fades out, transitioning to the arena as the anticipation for the unexpected title match builds.


The camera cuts to the backstage area where Boyd Jackson, the International Heavyweight Champion, is seen entering the Legends Club locker room. Curtis Knight, Athena, Buzz Marshall, and Drew Hendrix are already inside, huddled together, talking in low voices. Boyd Jackson walks in with a confident swagger, his championship belt gleaming on his shoulder.

The conversation between the Legends Club members pauses as they turn their attention to Jackson. He joins the huddle, and they resume their discussion, but the camera doesn’t pick up any audio. Their expressions are serious, and occasional glances are thrown towards the door and down the hallway, ensuring no one is eavesdropping.

Athena points emphatically at something on the table, likely a plan or a diagram. Curtis Knight nods, his face stern and focused. Buzz Marshall and Drew Hendrix occasionally nod in agreement, their faces betraying hints of excitement and anticipation.

Boyd Jackson leans in, saying something that causes the group to react with a mix of approval and determination. Athena smirks and gives Jackson a pat on the back, clearly pleased with whatever has been said.

The camera zooms in slightly, trying to catch any hint of their conversation. Curtis Knight’s expression turns serious, and he makes a slicing motion with his hand, indicating something decisive and final.

Boyd Jackson adjusts his championship belt, the look in his eyes cold and calculating. The Legends Club members share a final nod before dispersing slightly, still talking amongst themselves but in even quieter tones, ensuring their conversation remains a mystery.

The camera then slowly pans out, capturing the intense and secretive atmosphere of the locker room, before fading to black, leaving viewers intrigued and eager to know what sinister plans are being hatched.

The scene ends, and the show continues, leaving the audience speculating about the nefarious plot being devised by Boyd Jackson and the Legends Club.

P:V Championship Match
‘the Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia (c) vs. Brandon Snyder

Sneak Attack

The camera cuts to the locker room where Elijah Drake is sitting on a bench, his head in his hands, clearly deep in thought. Darren and Simon Starr are pacing around, looking equally concerned. The tension in the room is palpable.

Darren Starr: (sighs) “I don’t know, Elijah. Can we really trust Darwin? I mean, after everything that’s happened…”

Simon Starr: “He’s Athena’s brother, for crying out loud. How do we know he won’t turn on us the first chance he gets?”

Elijah Drake looks up, his eyes showing a mix of determination and uncertainty.

Elijah Drake: “I get it, guys. I have my doubts too. But right now, we need to focus on the match. Darwin’s got a personal score to settle with the Legends Club too. We need to hope that’ll be enough to keep him on our side.”

Suddenly, the locker room door bursts open, and Boyd Jackson storms in, his International Heavyweight Championship belt gleaming. Before anyone can react, Jackson nails Elijah Drake with a powerful right hand, sending him sprawling to the ground. The Starr Brothers leap forward, but Boyd Jackson is already retreating out the door, a smug grin on his face.

Boyd Jackson: “Consider that a message from the Legends Club!”

Jackson disappears down the hallway, leaving the Starr Brothers fuming and Elijah Drake struggling to get back on his feet, dazed and confused.

Darren Starr: (angrily) “Damn it, Boyd! You coward!”

Simon Starr: “Elijah, are you alright?”

Elijah Drake staggers up, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs.

Elijah Drake: (breathing heavily) “I’m fine. Just… caught me off guard. This is exactly what the Legends Club wants. They’re trying to get in our heads.”

The Starr Brothers help Elijah to his feet, their faces set in grim determination.

Darren Starr: “Well, it’s not going to work. We’re going to make sure they pay for this. All of them.”

Simon Starr: “But first, we need to know. Elijah, can you get a hold of Darwin? We need to figure out where he stands before Sunday.”

Elijah nods, still rubbing his jaw from the unexpected punch.

Elijah Drake: “I’ll talk to him. We need to know for sure. One way or another.”

The camera zooms in on Elijah’s determined face before cutting to a commercial break, leaving viewers anxious about the team’s unity heading into the PPV.

Six Man Tag Team Match
Midas, Puck & Maverick Matthews vs. Dutch Ramirez, Dash Diaz & James Mendoza

Another Fighting Champion?

The camera cuts to the locker room of Boyd Jackson. He’s sitting on a bench, polishing his International Heavyweight Championship belt, looking smug. Suddenly, the door slams open and JD James storms in, his face red with anger.

JD James: “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Boyd?!”

Boyd Jackson looks up, unfazed by JD’s fury, and continues polishing his belt.

Boyd Jackson: “Just getting ready for my next title defense, JD. Why, what’s the problem?”

JD James: (fuming) “The problem is you attacking Elijah Drake! We’ve got one of the biggest PPVs of the year coming up, and you’re stirring up trouble that could jeopardize everything!”

Boyd smirks, setting his belt aside and standing up to face JD.

Boyd Jackson: “Relax, JD. Just sending a message, keeping things interesting. Besides, isn’t that what you want? Excitement, drama… ratings?”

JD James looks like he’s about to explode, but takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

JD James: “That’s not the point, Boyd. I’ve got a locker room full of top-tier talent, and I don’t need you causing chaos just because you feel like it. And let’s not forget, I just had a call with Jon Page last week, and he’s—”

Boyd interrupts, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Boyd Jackson: “Forget Jon Page for a minute. I’ve got a better idea. How about I put this belt on the line tonight against Elijah Drake? Think about it, JD. You want ratings? You want excitement? An International Heavyweight Championship match tonight would be huge.”

JD James pauses, taken aback by the suggestion. He runs a hand through his hair, considering the implications.

JD James: “You… you want to defend your title tonight? Against Elijah Drake?”

Boyd Jackson: (grinning) “Absolutely. Give the people a preview of what’s to come at the PPV. It’ll be good for business.”

JD James seems to forget his anger for a moment, weighing the potential boost in viewership and excitement.

JD James: “Fine. You’ve got your match. But mark my words, Boyd, if you pull any more stunts like this, there will be consequences.”

Boyd Jackson: (smirking) “Wouldn’t dream of it, JD. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a match to prepare for.”

JD James glares at Boyd one last time before storming out of the locker room, leaving Boyd Jackson with a triumphant grin. The camera fades to black, cutting to commercial.


[We cut to the locker room where we see Masafumi Satake sitting near his locker. Though the crowd cheers loudly for him, his mind is elsewhere. After everything that’s happened with the International Championship and Boyd Jackson lately there’s much to think about. From the grim determination on his face and the way he’s glaring with a quiet intensity, it looks like he’s thinking about ripping someone apart. At first there’s not a lot of sound other than a few footsteps and other wrestlers preparing for matches later in the night.

That changes as Setsuna Kojima enters the locker room to another round of cheers. With her hair back in a ponytail and dressed in street clothes she might be mistaken for a fan who snuck backstage were it not for her muscular build. And the Bison Kojima t-shirt accompanying her jeans. After making a beeline towards Satake she stops there and averts her eyes for a moment. Her arrival’s caught his attention somewhat, but she’s suddenly lost in her own thoughts. A moment later she turns her head towards him and locks eyes with the veteran her teammate has spent months shit talking.]

Setsuna Kojima: <Look, I know.. I know you’re busy with this Boyd Jackson business. I get it, he’s dangerous and unpredictable. And you’ve got every right to be planning bloody revenge against him for ruining something you cared about.. damn..  Let me start over.>

[She stands a bit straighter and more confident, physically forcing the self doubt and anxiety out of her body. Now that she’s spoken Satake rises to his feet as well. As she grounds herself, Satake folds his arms over his chest and watches expectantly.]

Setsuna Kojima: <I know you’re busy with Boyd Jackson, but I could use some advice. See, last week I let my passion take over my brain and I did something really, really stupid. And I figured someone like you->

[Setsuna pauses to gauge his reaction, her tone of voice supremely respectful of his standing in the industry. It’s enough that he lowers his arms and visibly relaxes.]

Setsuna Kojima: <Someone with all the experience you have might know a thing or two about what I should do now. I mean, it’s probably not too late to back out and get on Akechi-san’s good side again. I’d probably have to wear a bikini for some stupid photo book but->

[Setsuna shakes her head at the very thought.]

Setsuna Kojima: <Hell no. I can’t. Bison-san would smack me if I did that. So I guess I just need some of that veteran wisdom – you know Akechi-san. Am I doing the right thing?>

[Masafumi nods along as the younger wrestler speaks her mind with a palpable anxiety and concern. Once she’s finally asked her question, he takes a few moments to gather his thoughts. While he does his best to formulate a proper response we see Jakucho Akechi walk up to the locker room door. At her side as always stand Chiaki and the mystery girl; the moment Jakucho sees who Setsuna is speaking to, she shakes her head and marches off with the mystery girl in tow. Chiaki lingers a beat longer than she intended, nearly catching Setsuna’s eye as the young star awaits the veteran advice. At last Masafumi finds the words, at which point Chiaki has left as well.]

Masafumi Satake: That’s a hell of a question, Setsuna. What the right thing to do is kind of up to you to decide. I could tell you what I’d do but how’s that going to be any different than Jaks telling you to pose for her pinup book? Instead, let me tell you what I see.

[He looks the Emerald Dragon up and down with a discerning eye born of years of in ring experience.]

Masafumi Satakae: I see a young woman who’s chosen this industry because she actually loves professional wrestling. Unlike some people around here you understand what the history of this sport means and you respect the people who came before you. From what I’ve heard you want to learn from them, not destroy them. After you tore Jaks a new one last week and after seeing you wrestle, I don’t think there’s any question that you’re passionate about this too.

[An ever so slight smile appears on his weathered face; Setsuna seems to follow, and is hanging on his every word.]

Masafumi Satake: When you wrestle, you leave everything in the ring. You’re a hell of a competitor, Setsuna. Which is more than I can say about the woman you’re facing at Dance of the Damned.

[He chuckles derisively at the mere thought of his former acolyte.]

Masafumi Satake: Does she even care about professional wrestling? You nailed it right on the head when you accused her of being more worried about merch sales than the sport she’s a champion in. She’s someone who might not even give a shit about her ‘revolution’ – maybe it was just a way to get a bigger audience to sell photo books to. So it’s up to you – is that someone you want to back down from?

[Masafumi gives the younger wrestler a pat on the shoulder to reassure her that she does, in fact, know the answer to his question. Slowly the Emerald Dragon’s eyes light up with a confidence she’s been lacking since stepping through the locker room door.]

Setsuna Kojima: <You’re right. Of course you’re right. I’ve known it deep down for a long time. Any time I had a big moment she always made it about her. Every time we’ve teamed up, it’s been ME getting the win. She doesn’t care about being a professional wrestler, so->

[Setsuna gives Masafumi an appreciative pat on the shoulder.]

Setsuna Kojima: <She doesn’t deserve to hold that professional wrestling championship belt. And I won’t rest until I’ve driven her through the mat and lifted that belt up to the heavens so Bison-san can see it better. Thank you Satake-san.. I know what I have to do.>

[She flashes a big grin full of youthful ambition.]

Masafumi Satake: And what’s that?

Setsuna Kojima: I’m going to kick her ass.

[This sentiment draws a huge round of cheers from the crowd and an approving nod from Masafumi. Setsuna shakes hands with the ring veteran her teammate spurned, then heads out to prepare for her match against Cherry Bordeaux.]

Live on PPV
Bojangles’ Coliseum – Charlotte, North Carolina

Single Match
‘the Emerald Dragon’ Setsuna Kojima vs. Cherry Bordeaux

Hate Rules

The camera follows Hate Eternal as they stride through the backstage corridors with an air of menace. Hate Watson leads the group, his face twisted in a sneer, followed closely by Anderson “Devil Ans” Alvarez, Asume Sukeban, and Masashi Miike. The atmosphere is tense, and backstage personnel quickly move out of their way, not wanting any trouble. Suddenly, they come across referee Harper W Williams, who looks startled to see them.

Hate Watson: (grabbing Harper by the shirt) “Hey, Williams, got a minute?”

Harper W Williams looks nervous, trying to pull away, but Hate Watson’s grip tightens.

Harper W Williams: “W-What do you want, Hate?”

Hate Watson: (leaning in menacingly) “Tonight’s main event, me and Teddy Rush? It’s going to be ‘Hate Rules.’ You get what I’m saying? You let everything go, or else…”

Anderson Alvarez cracks his knuckles, Asume Sukeban glares, and Masashi Miike stands ominously silent, all adding to the intimidation.

Harper W Williams: “B-But the rules—”

Hate Watson: (cutting him off) “Forget the rules. This is my match. You either let it slide, or you deal with us.”

Hate Watson releases Harper’s shirt, giving him a hard shove. Harper stumbles back, looking shaken.

Hate Watson: “You understand me, Williams?”

Harper nods quickly, fear evident in his eyes.

Harper W Williams: “Y-Yeah, I understand.”

Hate Watson: (smirking) “Good. Now get out of here.”

Harper W Williams quickly scurries away, glancing nervously over his shoulder. Hate Watson turns to his group, a satisfied grin on his face.

Hate Watson: “That’s how you handle things. Tonight’s gonna be our night.”

Anderson Alvarez, Asume Sukeban, and Masashi Miike nod in agreement, their expressions showing their readiness for the chaos to come. The camera fades out as Hate Eternal continues their menacing march through the corridors, leaving a trail of fear in their wake.

Tag Team Match
Anarchy Alliance vs. Rebel Society

How Real Champions Look

The camera follows the P:V Tag Team Champions, the Anarchy Alliance (Stevie Rigg & Edwin Ellis), as they walk backstage after their hard-fought victory against Rebel Society. Both men are sweaty and breathing heavily, yet their faces show confidence and satisfaction from their win. As they round a corner, they come face to face with their upcoming PPV opponents, the Masters of the Mat (Mike Donovan & George Lancaster).

Stevie Rigg: (smirking) “Another win in the books, Edwin. Rebel Society didn’t stand a chance.”

Edwin Ellis: “That’s right, Stevie. We’re unstoppable.”

Mike Donovan steps forward, arms crossed, a look of disdain on his face.

Mike Donovan: “Unstoppable? Please. If that’s what you call a win, we’re not impressed.”

George Lancaster, standing tall next to Donovan, nods in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips.

George Lancaster: “You two might be champions now, but you’re nowhere near our level. If you want to see how real champions perform, you should stick around and watch us wipe the floor with the Ordinary Gentlemen later.”

Stevie Rigg: (chuckling) “Is that right? You think you can do better?”

Edwin Ellis: “We’ll be watching, alright. And we’ll be counting the seconds it takes for you two to screw up.”

Mike Donovan steps closer, his face inches from Rigg’s.

Mike Donovan: “Talk all you want, but next week at the PPV, your luck runs out. Masters of the Mat are taking those titles.”

George Lancaster: “You’ve had a good run, boys, but it ends with us. Watch closely tonight and see what real champions look like.”

Stevie Rigg and Edwin Ellis exchange glances, their confident smirks never wavering. They step back, giving Donovan and Lancaster a mock salute.

Stevie Rigg: “Good luck out there. You’re gonna need it.”

Edwin Ellis: “We’ll be watching.”

As the Anarchy Alliance walk away, Donovan and Lancaster watch them with a mixture of confidence and disdain. The camera focuses on the determined faces of the Masters of the Mat as they prepare for their match later in the evening, ready to prove their superiority and send a message to the champions.

Up to no Good

The camera cuts to the locker room where Darren and Simon Starr, the Starr Brothers, are standing with Elijah Drake. Drake looks focused, adjusting his wrist tape as he prepares for his surprise International Heavyweight Championship match against Boyd Jackson.

Darren Starr: “Good luck out there, Elijah. We know you’ve got this.”

Simon Starr: “Yeah, take that title from Jackson and show everyone what you’re made of.”

Elijah Drake: “Thanks, guys. I’ll give it my all. Just keep an eye out for any of Jackson’s tricks.”

Drake gives the Starr Brothers a nod of appreciation and heads out of the locker room, the camera following him for a moment before switching back to the Starr Brothers. Darren and Simon begin discussing strategy for their upcoming match, unaware of the danger lurking just out of sight.

As soon as Drake is out of sight, Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall of the Legends Club sneak behind him and approach the locker room door. Quietly, they produce a heavy chain and padlock from behind their backs and quickly wrap it around the door handles, securing it tightly. Inside, the Starr Brothers continue talking, oblivious to what’s happening.

Simon Starr: “We’ve got to be ready for anything tonight. Who knows what Boyd Jackson is up to.”

Darren Starr: “True, he didn’t want to fight for weeks, now he wants a match against one of the best?”

Outside, Hendrix and Marshall finish locking the door, sharing a sinister grin before slipping away into the shadows. The camera shifts back to Elijah Drake, who is making his way toward the ring, unaware that his backup has been effectively neutralized.

The show cuts back to the arena as Drake’s music hits, the crowd cheering for him. As he walks down the ramp with determination, the camera briefly flashes back to the locked locker room door, then back to Drake, who is ready to take on Boyd Jackson. The commentators, Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos, speculate on the underhanded tactics that might be at play.

Zac Brindle: “Looks like Elijah Drake is ready for his big match, but something doesn’t feel right. I wonder if the Legends Club is up to something.”

Johnny Kaos: “You know them, Zac. They’ll do whatever it takes to protect their own.”

The scene fades out, leaving the audience in suspense about the fate of the Starr Brothers as Elijah Drake prepares to face Boyd Jackson for the International Heavyweight Championship.

International Heavyweight Championship Match
Boyd Jackson (c) vs. Elijah Drake

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Elijah Drake stands in the ring, ready for his surprise International Heavyweight Championship match against Boyd Jackson. The atmosphere is electric, with fans on their feet, eager to witness the showdown.

Zac Brindle: “Here we go, folks! Elijah Drake is ready for his shot at the International Heavyweight Championship!”

Johnny Kaos: “But something tells me this isn’t going to be a fair fight, Zac.”

As Boyd Jackson’s music hits, the boos from the crowd intensify. Jackson makes his entrance, a smug look on his face. However, he is not alone. Curtis Knight, Athena, Buzz Marshall, and Drew Hendrix of the Legends Club flank him, looking menacing as they walk down the ramp.

Zac Brindle: “Oh no, here comes the Legends Club! This does not look good for Elijah Drake.”

Johnny Kaos: “This is going to be a mugging, Zac. There’s no way Drake can handle all of them by himself!”

Jackson and the Legends Club slide into the ring. Without hesitation, they launches a vicious attack on Drake. The fans boo loudly as the five-on-one beatdown begins, with Drake trying valiantly to fight back but being overwhelmed by the numbers.

Zac Brindle: “This is despicable! Elijah Drake is being assaulted by the Legends Club, and the Starr Brothers can’t even help him out!”

Johnny Kaos: “The referee can’t even restore order! This is chaos! The match at the Dance of the Damned next week might be over before it starts!”

The crowd begins to chant, “Darwin Jones! Darwin Jones!” hoping for a savior. However, to everyone’s shock, it is Masafumi Satake who comes running down the ramp with a steel chair in hand. The fans erupt in cheers as Satake slides into the ring.

Zac Brindle: “It’s Masafumi Satake! What’s he doing here?”

Johnny Kaos: “Satake with a steel chair! He’s not messing around!”

Satake swings the chair with authority, sending Curtis Knight, Athena, Buzz Marshall, and Drew Hendrix scrambling out of the ring. Boyd Jackson, shocked and furious, retreats as well. Satake stands tall in the ring, helping Drake to his feet as the Legends Club looks on from the outside, seething with anger.

Satake grabs a microphone, the crowd still buzzing from the unexpected rescue.

Masafumi Satake: “Boyd Jackson, you think you can get away with what you did to me two weeks ago? You think you can bully your way through this company? You think you can steal that title? Well, I’ve got news for you.”

The fans cheer, eager to hear what Satake has to say.

Masafumi Satake: “I spoke with Jon Page, and he agrees that I deserve my shot at the International Heavyweight Championship. So at Dance of the Damned next week, it’s going to be you and me, one-on-one for that title!”

The crowd erupts as Boyd Jackson looks furious, glaring daggers at Satake. The camera captures Jackson’s rage, Curtis Knight and Athena trying to calm him down as they retreat up the ramp.

Zac Brindle: “What an announcement! Masafumi Satake will get his shot at Boyd Jackson’s International Heavyweight Championship at Dance of the Damned!”

Johnny Kaos: “Jackson doesn’t look happy about it, Zac. This is going to be explosive!”

The segment ends with Satake and Drake standing tall in the ring, the fans cheering wildly as they stare down the retreating Boyd Jackson & the Legends Club. The stage is set for an intense confrontation at the PPV next week.

Losing Streak

The backstage area buzzes with activity as Elena Cruz stands poised with a microphone in hand. The P:V logo looms large behind her, a symbol of the intense competition and drama that defines the promotion. She turns towards the camera, a professional smile on her face.

Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Teddy Rush.”

Teddy Rush steps into frame, looking determined yet weary. The recent string of losses has clearly taken its toll on him, but there’s a fire in his eyes that suggests he’s far from defeated.

Elena Cruz: “Teddy, tonight you face a daunting challenge in the main event against Hate Watson, a man known for his viciousness and ruthless tactics. Given your recent losing streak, how do you plan on turning things around, especially with the threat of Hate Eternal potentially getting involved?”

Teddy takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before speaking.

Teddy Rush: “Elena, it’s no secret that things haven’t been going my way lately. I’ve faced some tough opponents, and I’ve come up short more times than I’d like to admit. But tonight is different. Tonight, I’m not just fighting to end a losing streak. I’m fighting to prove to myself and everyone watching that I still belong here.”

He pauses, the intensity in his voice growing.

Teddy Rush: “Hate Watson is a dangerous man, and with Hate Eternal lurking in the shadows, I know I have to watch my back. But I’ve faced adversity before. I’ve been knocked down, but I’ve always gotten back up. Tonight won’t be any different.”

Elena Cruz: “That’s a brave stance to take, Teddy. But with Hate Watson’s track record and the numbers game potentially against you, do you have a strategy to counteract their influence?”

Teddy nods, a determined smile crossing his face.

Teddy Rush: “Elena, my strategy is simple: fight with everything I’ve got. I know Hate Watson will try to use every dirty trick in the book, and Hate Eternal will be ready to pounce at any sign of weakness. But I’ve got heart, I’ve got resilience, and I’ve got the fans behind me. They believe in me, and tonight, I’m going to give them everything I’ve got.”

Elena looks impressed by Teddy’s resolve, her expression softening as she continues.

Elena Cruz: “You’ve always been a fan favorite, Teddy. Is there anything you want to say to your supporters watching tonight?”

Teddy turns directly to the camera, addressing his fans with heartfelt sincerity.

Teddy Rush: “To all my fans out there, thank you for sticking with me through the highs and the lows. Your support means the world to me. Tonight, I’m stepping into that ring not just for myself, but for all of you. Let’s turn this around together.”

Elena smiles, clearly moved by Teddy’s words.

Elena Cruz: “Thank you, Teddy. Best of luck in your match tonight.”

Teddy nods appreciatively, giving a final determined look to the camera before walking off to prepare for his match. Elena turns back to the camera, her professional demeanor returning.

Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks. Teddy Rush is ready to fight with all his heart against Hate Watson in tonight’s main event. Stay tuned to see if he can overcome the odds and turn his luck around.”

Tag Team Match
Masters of the Mat vs. The Ordinary Gentlemen

Dance of the Damned

The backstage area is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the corridor. Dutch Ramirez, Dash Diaz, and James Mendoza lie scattered on the floor, each showing signs of a brutal beatdown. Dutch grips his ribs in pain, Diaz clutches his jaw, and Mendoza struggles to sit up against a nearby crate.

Midas, the mute Egyptian wrestler, stands tall with his manager Katya Roux at his side, an expression of stoic determination on his masked face. Puck leans casually against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips, while Maverick Matthews looks on with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

Katya Roux crosses her arms, her eyes cold and calculating as she surveys the aftermath of their attack. The tension in the air is palpable, with the simmering hostility between the two factions ready to boil over.

Katya Roux: “Looks like they won’t be getting up anytime soon.”

She glances at Midas, who nods in agreement, his gaze fixed on the fallen trio with a sense of quiet resolve.

Maverick Matthews: “Next week’s PPV is going to be a bloodbath.”

Puck chuckles softly, pushing himself off the wall to approach the downed wrestlers, his demeanor oozing with arrogance.

Puck: “You boys better be ready. We’re not holding back anymore.”

The camera pans over the scene, capturing the tense atmosphere as Dutch, Dash, and James struggle to recover from the ambush. The backstage area buzzes with a sense of impending conflict, as the rivals stare each other down, each side nursing their wounds and plotting their next move.

Puck: “You hear that, Ramirez? Diaz? Mendoza? Next week, we settle this once and for all.”

With that, Midas, Puck, and Maverick Matthews turn and walk away, leaving Dutch, Dash, and James to collect themselves amidst the aftermath of the attack.

Of Bulls and Scumbags

[The Diplomat by Pig Destroyer rips through the area, and the initial cheers from the crowd quickly turn to jeers as ‘Scumbag Superstar’ Hate Watson walks to the entrance ramp flanked by Anderson “Devil Ans” Alvarez, Asume Sukeban and Masashi Miike.  Boos, cheers, or indifference Watson has heard them all. The quartet enters the ring with Watson grabbing the microphone away from the in-ring announcer.]

Hate Watson: Really Baltimore? 

[Watson sits on the mat with his back to the turnbuckle. The crowd continues to waffle, some in approval and others in disgust. Watson brushes his hair from his face and begins to address the crowd.]

Hate Watson: Last Adam Garcia stood in this very ring and called me out… no last week in this ring Adam Garcia stood in this ring and called me a coward. 

[Faint chants of “You’re a coward” chime, but the chant never fully erupts throughout the arena. Hate laughs at the chant and takes off his leather jacket, tossing it to the side. His shirt is noticeably a Boyd Jackson shirt. The newly crowned International Heavyweight Champion has recently feuded with Watson’s former friend turned rival Masafumi Satake.]

Hate Watson: Hate Watson is many, many things, but a coward is not one of them. Would you call a lion toying with its food before its meal a coward? As I’ve already stated, my penchant for mind games should not be mistaken for cowardice and fear. That’s the problem with guys like you, Garcia; you’re a megalomaniac. You find yourself in a never-ending battle with the sun vying for the center of the universe, and you can’t see two feet in front of yourself. That’s why we targeted you, Garcia. You surround yourself with sycophantic suck-ups and, yes-men, because you think you are something special. That’s why we target you, Garcia… but know this, and hear me well, Garcia… I don’t need Hate Eternal to fight you, Garcia… So you want me, Garcia? How about we sweeten the pot a little bit… how about ‘The Mad Bull’ versus ‘The Scumbag Superstar’ in a steel fucking cage. Let’s test each other’s meddle in the cage Garcia. JD, write that shit up, and I’ll be back to sign it after I run roughshod over Teddy Rush.

[Watson looks over at Rush, mimics removing glasses, and rubs his eyes. Hate calls Miike to come closer.]

Hate Watson: Didn’t you three take care of this dipsit and his friends last week? JD, are you still trying to feed me these slapnuts? 

[Watson tosses the microphone to Sukeban as she and the other two members of Hate Eternal exit the ring.] 

Single Match
Hate Watson w/Hate Eternal vs. Teddy Rush

Dance of the Damned

The atmosphere in the arena is charged with tension as Hate Watson’s theme music fades out, leaving only the hostile murmurs of the crowd. Teddy Rush lies motionless in the center of the ring, battered and bruised after enduring the brutal onslaught of Hate Eternal under ‘Hate Rules’. The referee stands helpless, watching as Hate Eternal—Anderson Alvarez, Asami Sukeban, and Masashi Miike—circle around Rush with predatory intent.

Zac Brindle (commentator): “This is despicable, Johnny. Teddy Rush never stood a chance against these odds. It was supposed to be one on one, but under Hate Rules it wasn’t even Hate Watson who made the pin! It’s sickening to watch.”

Johnny Kaos (commentator): “Absolutely, Zac. Hate Watson’s twisted vision of ‘Hate Rules’ has turned this main event into a travesty.”

Suddenly, the arena erupts with boos as Adam Garcia’s music hits, and the P:V Heavyweight Champion charges down the ramp with determination etched on his face. He slides into the ring, aiming to intervene and put a stop to the relentless assault on Rush.

But before Garcia can make a significant impact, Hate Eternal swiftly turns their attention to the champion. They overwhelm Garcia with a barrage of strikes and stomps, sending him crashing to the mat. The referee tries to reason with them, but to no avail as Hate Eternal continues their merciless attack.

Zac Brindle (commentator): “Was this all a plan to lure the Mad Bull into this trap?!?”

The camera captures the chaotic scene: Rush and Garcia down on the mat, struggling to recover amidst the onslaught of Hate Eternal, who stand tall in the center of the ring. The fans jeer and hurl insults at the merciless faction as they revel in their dominance.

Zac Brindle (commentator): “This is a disgrace! Hate Eternal has turned this ring into their personal playground. What chance does Garcia stand of keeping his title at the PPV when he is locked in a steel cage with this animal?”

Johnny Kaos (commentator): “Adam Garcia tried to make the save, but he’s been overwhelmed. Hate Eternal is sending a message loud and clear.”

With Hate Watson directing operations from the sidelines, Hate Eternal poses victoriously over their fallen opponents, the arena lights reflecting off their confident sneers.

Johnny Kaos (commentator): “This is a disturbing display of dominance by Hate Eternal. What repercussions will this have as we head into the ‘Dance of the Damned’ PPV next week?”

The camera slowly fades out on the scene of chaos and brutality in the ring, leaving viewers to ponder the aftermath of Hate Eternal’s vicious statement.

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