P:V Uprising 89
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Prudential Center, Newark, NJ
The camera pans over the buzzing crowd inside the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey, as thousands of excited fans wave signs and cheer, ready for another electrifying night of Project: Violence action. The arena is lit up with flashing lights and the familiar pyrotechnics of P:V’s signature opening display. The energy is palpable, with the fans on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting the night’s events.
As the smoke clears, the camera cuts to the commentary table where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are seated, both wearing expressions of excitement and anticipation.
Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to P:V Uprising 89! We are coming to you live from the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey, and what a night we have ahead of us! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my partner Johnny Kaos, and Johnny, the fallout from last weekend’s Tokyo Turmoil event has sent shockwaves through Project: Violence!”
Johnny Kaos: “You said it, Zac! The Anarchy Alliance made history in Tokyo, outlasting twelve other teams to bring the International Tag Team Championships to P:V! Tonight, we’re expecting the newly crowned champions to be here, and I can’t wait to hear what they’ve got to say after that incredible victory!”
Zac Brindle: “Not only that, Johnny, but we’ve got a huge main event lined up tonight! The P:V Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia, will go one-on-one with Simon Starr! You know Darwin Jones and Darren Starr won’t be far behind, so you can bet Garcia will have to watch his back!”
Johnny Kaos: “Absolutely, Zac. Adam Garcia has been on a tear, but with the Starr Brothers and Darwin Jones lurking, this could be one of his toughest challenges yet. Plus, after the chaotic ending to last week’s show, you have to wonder what Dash Diaz has in store for Maverick Matthews and James Mendoza after losing the TV Championship in that controversial triple threat match!”
Zac Brindle: “And let’s not forget, Darrell Robles made a huge statement last week, attacking Masafumi Satake after their match. With Satake defending his International Heavyweight Championship at Apocalypse Pro, who knows what kind of mood Robles will be in if he shows up here tonight!”
Johnny Kaos: “It’s going to be an explosive night, Zac! We’ve got all the fallout from Tokyo Turmoil, title implications, and rivalries that are boiling over! This is P:V Uprising 89, and the action is about to get started!”
The camera pulls back, giving a sweeping view of the roaring crowd once more, before focusing on the entrance ramp where the first match of the night is about to begin. The anticipation builds as the screen fades to black, ready for the show to kick off.
Ringside
International Anarchy
The atmosphere inside the Prudential Center is electric as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. Suddenly, the arena lights dim, and the entrance music of the Anarchy Alliance hits the speakers. The fans erupt into cheers as Edwin Ellis and Stevie Rigg, the newly crowned International Tag Team Champions, make their way down the ramp, their gold belts gleaming under the arena lights.
Ellis and Rigg confidently stride to the ring, soaking in the adulation from the crowd. Once inside, they raise their belts high, drawing even louder cheers. The duo revels in their victory, taking their time before grabbing microphones to address the crowd.
Edwin Ellis: “Newark, New Jersey, what’s up?!”
The crowd roars in response.
Stevie Rigg: “Last weekend, in Tokyo, we went to war with the best teams from all over the world. And guess what? We proved that the best talent in the world is right here in Project: Violence!”
The crowd erupts into cheers again as Rigg holds his belt up high.
Edwin Ellis: “We went into that thirteen-team tournament with one thing in mind—showing everyone why we’re the top dogs, why the Anarchy Alliance runs this tag division. And not only did we do that, but we got our revenge over the Gutter Gods in the main event!”
Rigg nods in agreement, his confidence unwavering.
Stevie Rigg: “Those Gutter Gods thought they could hang with us, but we shut them down, just like we’ve done to every other team that’s stepped in our way. So much in so, that they have run off to Apocalypse Pro to compete tonight instead of being here in New Jersey….. These belts—”
Rigg pats his championship belt.
Stevie Rigg: “—are proof that when it comes to tag team wrestling, there’s no one better than us!”
As the fans continue to cheer, suddenly, the entrance music of the Masters of the Mat hits, and the mood in the arena shifts. The crowd reacts with a mix of boos and murmurs as Mike Donovan and George Lancaster, the Masters of the Mat, walk out onto the stage, microphones in hand.
Mike Donovan: “Hold on just a second!”
The Masters of the Mat make their way down the ramp, their expressions serious as they step into the ring and face off with the Anarchy Alliance.
George Lancaster: “You two keep talking about how you proved you’re the best, but the reality is, the only reason you won those belts is because we weren’t in that tournament.”
The crowd boos, but the Masters of the Mat don’t seem to care, their eyes locked on Ellis and Rigg.
Mike Donovan: “You got lucky in Tokyo, but if the Masters of the Mat were in that tournament, you wouldn’t be standing here with those belts right now. And you know it.”
Ellis and Rigg exchange a glance, smirking at the challenge.
Stevie Rigg: “Oh, is that right? You think we’re just lucky? How about we settle this right now?”
Edwin Ellis: “You want a shot at these belts? How about you grab a referee, get your asses in this ring, and let’s do it right here, right now!”
The crowd explodes with excitement at the prospect of an impromptu title match, chanting “YES! YES! YES!” as both teams stare each other down, the tension palpable.
The Masters of the Mat exchange a quick nod, clearly ready for a fight. They drop their microphones and gesture to the back, signaling for a referee to come out. The Anarchy Alliance toss their microphones aside and start preparing for a match, handing their belts to the timekeeper as the crowd’s energy reaches a fever pitch.
As the referee sprints down to the ring, the stage is set for an unexpected, high-stakes tag team championship match. The fans are on their feet, ready for what promises to be a thrilling showdown between two of the top teams in Project: Violence.
International Tag Team Championship Match
Anarchy Alliance (c) vs. Masters of the Mat
Backstage
Fighting Champ
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Elena Cruz stands ready with a microphone, the new P:V TV Champion, Maverick Matthews, by her side. Maverick is dressed in his wrestling gear, his newly won TV Championship belt slung proudly over his shoulder. He has a confident smirk on his face, clearly riding high from his victory last week.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the new P:V TV Champion, Maverick Matthews.”
The camera zooms in on Maverick, who adjusts the belt on his shoulder, basking in the moment.
Elena Cruz: “Maverick, last week you won the TV Championship in a chaotic triple threat match against Dash Diaz and James Mendoza. There’s been some talk about the controversial ending, with some saying that Diaz was just about to secure the win before the referee declared you the winner by KO. What do you have to say to those who believe the victory wasn’t entirely fair?”
Maverick’s smirk grows wider as he shakes his head dismissively.
Maverick Matthews: “Controversy? Please, Elena. There’s no controversy here. I won fair and square, and the referee’s decision is final. End of story. Dash Diaz, James Mendoza—neither of them could get the job done, but I did. That’s why I’m standing here with this championship and they’re not.”
Maverick taps the belt with a confident grin, clearly enjoying his position as champion.
Elena Cruz: “You’ve mentioned that as the new TV Champion, you’re ready to defend the belt against the very best. So, who’s next in line for a shot at your title?”
Maverick’s eyes light up with a mischievous glint as he leans in closer to the microphone.
Maverick Matthews: “That’s right, Elena. I’m a fighting champion, and I’ll defend this title against anyone who thinks they’ve got what it takes. Which is why, I’m going to put this title on the line tonight against… Dale Norman!”
Elena raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the announcement.
Elena Cruz: “Dale Norman? Maverick, with all due respect, Dale Norman hasn’t exactly been on a winning streak lately. In fact, his record isn’t exactly championship material. How does he earn a shot at the TV Title?”
Maverick’s smirk widens into a full grin. He lets out a chuckle, clearly enjoying the question, but instead of answering, he simply pats Elena on the shoulder and walks off, leaving her and the viewers with a sense of confusion and curiosity.
The camera lingers on Elena for a moment, as she looks off in the direction Maverick exited, before cutting away to the next segment of the show, leaving the audience to wonder what Maverick Matthews is really up to.
TV Championship Match
Maverick Matthews (c) vs. Dale Norman
Ringside
Not Done Yet
The camera cuts back to the ring after the conclusion of the match between Maverick Matthews and Dale Norman. Maverick, the P:V TV Champion, stands tall with his title belt raised high, his victory having come decisively despite Greg Stanley being in Norman’s corner. Dale Norman is laid out on the mat, still reeling from the beating he took. Greg Stanley tries to help his friend, but he’s clearly wary of Maverick, who looks down at them both with a sneer.
Zac Brindle: “Maverick Matthews with a dominant win here tonight, but you can see that he’s not done yet!”
Without warning, Maverick suddenly lashes out, striking Dale Norman in the head with the TV Championship belt. The crowd erupts in boos as Norman crumples to the mat, clutching his head in pain. Greg Stanley tries to intervene, but Maverick turns his attention to him, smashing the belt into Stanley’s face, sending him sprawling to the canvas beside Norman.
Johnny Kaos: “Come on! This is unnecessary! Maverick’s already won the match!”
Maverick stands over his fallen opponents, looking pleased with his handiwork. The boos from the crowd grow louder, but Maverick just soaks it all in, raising the belt high as if it’s a trophy of his viciousness. He looks ready to dish out more punishment when suddenly—
Zac Brindle: “Wait a minute! Here comes James Mendoza!”
James Mendoza sprints down the ramp, the crowd popping at the sight of him. Mendoza slides into the ring, and Maverick’s confident smirk fades as he quickly realizes he’s outnumbered. Mendoza charges at Maverick, who narrowly avoids a clothesline by ducking under the ropes and dropping to the floor outside. The TV Champion backs away up the ramp, clutching his title tightly to his chest.
Johnny Kaos: “James Mendoza is here, and Maverick Matthews wants no part of him right now!”
Mendoza paces in the ring, glaring up the ramp at Maverick, who’s now halfway up the stage, shaking his head and yelling back at Mendoza.
Zac Brindle: “Maverick Matthews has escaped this time, but it’s clear that James Mendoza is coming for him! This is far from over between these two!”
In the ring, Mendoza checks on Norman and Stanley, his eyes never leaving Maverick, who continues to retreat up the ramp. Maverick taps the TV Championship belt, mouthing something inaudible, but it’s clear he’s warning Mendoza that this title isn’t going anywhere.
Mendoza stands tall in the ring, pointing at Maverick and signaling that he’s coming for the title, while the fans chant his name. The tension between the two is palpable as the show fades out on the image of Maverick clutching his belt, a look of both confidence and concern on his face.
Johnny Kaos: “You better believe James Mendoza is not done with Maverick Matthews! Things are heating up here in Project: Violence!”
The camera zooms in on Mendoza’s determined expression as the screen fades to black.
Backstage
Next Best Thing
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Dash Diaz is seen making his way toward the office of P:V General Manager, James Von Drake. Diaz, looking determined, adjusts his gear before knocking on the door. Von Drake’s voice calls out from inside, and Diaz enters.
James Von Drake: “Dash, come on in. What can I do for you?”
Diaz steps in, respectfully nodding at Von Drake, who’s seated behind his desk. Diaz takes a deep breath before speaking.
Dash Diaz: “Mr. Von Drake, I know last week didn’t end the way anyone wanted. I respect the officials, but I think we both know that the referee made a mistake in that match. I had Maverick Matthews pinned, and I should still be the TV Champion. I’m asking for a rematch—one-on-one, fair and square.”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, considering Diaz’s words carefully. Just as he’s about to respond, the door to the office bursts open with a loud bang. In storms Darrell Robles, his imposing figure filling the doorway. Behind him, Hellbender lurks with a wicked grin on her face. Robles strides over to Diaz, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The sudden, violent movement causes a few items on Von Drake’s desk to topple over.
Darrell Robles: “You want a rematch? You think you deserve it? Listen up, Diaz—I was supposed to get my hands on Satake tonight, but he’s busy playing superstar over in Apocalypse Pro. So, I’m going to take out all that frustration on the next best thing… you.”
Dash Diaz struggles against Robles’ iron grip, his face twisting in anger, but Robles leans in closer, his voice a low, menacing growl.
Darrell Robles: “You’ve been running your mouth long enough, Diaz. Tonight, you and me—no titles, no excuses, just a good old-fashioned beatdown.”
Von Drake stands up, trying to defuse the situation, but Robles keeps Diaz pinned against the wall, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
James Von Drake: “Alright, alright, let’s cool it down! Dash, you’ll get your rematch, but tonight, you’ve got Robles. Settle this in the ring, not here!”
Robles finally releases Diaz, who shoves him back in anger. The two men lock eyes, neither backing down as Von Drake steps between them, pushing them apart with both hands.
James Von Drake: “Save it for the ring! Both of you!”
Robles smirks, satisfied with how things have turned out, while Diaz glares at him, clearly ready for a fight. Robles and Hellbender exit the office, leaving Diaz to fume as Von Drake watches them leave, shaking his head slightly.
Dash Diaz: “Tonight, Robles, you’re going to wish you hadn’t picked this fight.”
Von Drake nods, sensing the seriousness in Diaz’s voice, as the scene fades out, leaving the viewers with the promise of an explosive encounter later tonight.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Chopper Anderson
Backstage
The Long Game
The scene transitions to the backstage area, where the camera focuses on the door of a locker room. The nameplate reads “Darwin Jones & The Starr Brothers.” The camera pushes through the door to reveal Darwin Jones, Darren Starr, and Simon Starr sitting together, their expressions serious and determined. The three are huddled close, discussing their plans.
Darwin Jones: (leaning forward, his voice low and menacing) “Alright, listen up. We’re making progress with Garcia, but we’re not there yet. The only way to take him down is to keep the pressure on. We wear him down, make him doubt himself, and when the time’s right… we take that title.”
Darren Starr nods in agreement, a smirk forming on his lips.
Darren Starr: “That’s right. He’s tough, but nobody can withstand constant attacks. We keep hitting him when he least expects it. Sooner or later, he’ll crack.”
Simon Starr chuckles, crossing his arms confidently.
Simon Starr: “Exactly. He’s gonna be so busy watching his back that he won’t even see it coming when one of us takes his head off. By the time he steps into the ring for a title defense, he’ll be a shell of the champ he is now.”
Darwin Jones grins, clearly pleased with their shared vision. He stands up, pacing the room with an intensity that sets the tone for the conversation.
Darwin Jones: “This isn’t just about the title. It’s about sending a message. Garcia thinks he’s unbeatable, but we’re going to show him that even the strongest can fall. Tonight, tomorrow, next week… doesn’t matter. We keep the attacks going until he’s got nothing left.”
The Starr Brothers exchange a glance, their confidence unwavering. Darren Starr cracks his knuckles, clearly eager for the next opportunity to strike.
Darren Starr: “We’ll keep him looking over his shoulder every second. And when he’s finally broken… that title’s coming home with us.”
Simon Starr nods in agreement, his expression matching the intensity of the group.
Simon Starr: “Let’s make sure that every time Garcia thinks about stepping into that ring, he remembers the Starr Brothers and Darwin Jones. He’ll never see it coming, but he’ll know who’s responsible.”
Darwin Jones stops pacing and turns to face his allies, a sinister grin on his face.
Darwin Jones: “Exactly. We’re gonna make him regret ever holding that belt. And when we’re done, there won’t be a damn thing left of Adam Garcia, except for his memory and our victory.”
The three men share a nod of agreement, their resolve solidified. The camera lingers on their determined faces as they prepare for their next move, the screen fading out as their sinister plan takes shape, leaving the audience with a sense of impending doom for the reigning P:V Heavyweight Champion.
Single Match
Dutch Ramirez vs. Steven Love
Backstage
Hunter
The scene transitions to a backstage area where Katya Roux, the cunning and enigmatic manager of Midas, is seen watching a monitor. The screen shows Dutch Ramirez in the ring, celebrating his victory over Steve Love. Katya’s eyes are focused, her lips curling into a slight, knowing smile as she observes Ramirez’s every move. Just then, Elena Cruz approaches her, microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz: “Katya, we’ve noticed you’ve been watching Dutch Ramirez’s match very closely tonight. Is there a reason for that? And where is Midas? The fans are curious as to why he isn’t here tonight.”
Katya slowly turns her gaze from the monitor to Elena, her expression calm yet laced with a hint of malice. She adjusts her posture, looking poised and in control.
Katya Roux: (smirking slightly) “Ah, Elena… always the curious one. Midas has more important matters to attend to this evening, but rest assured, he is never far away. As for my presence here… let’s just say, I’m scouting. After all, every hunter needs to study their prey before the kill, don’t they?”
Elena raises an eyebrow, sensing the ominous undertone in Katya’s words.
Elena Cruz: “So, are you suggesting that Dutch Ramirez could be Midas’ next target?”
Katya lets out a soft, almost condescending chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she considers her response.
Katya Roux: “Target? Victim? Call it what you will. But yes, Dutch Ramirez has caught my attention. He’s been showing some promise lately, hasn’t he? It’s a shame… because in this world, promise means nothing when you’re standing in Midas’ path.”
She leans in slightly, her eyes narrowing as she continues.
Katya Roux: “You see, Elena, Midas doesn’t need to be here tonight because his presence is felt even in his absence. Everyone in Project: Violence knows what happens when Midas sets his sights on you. Ramirez may have won tonight, but his victory is nothing more than a prelude to the inevitable. And when Midas returns… let’s just say, Dutch Ramirez will wish he had never stepped into this ring.”
Elena, slightly unsettled by Katya’s ominous words, nods, trying to maintain her composure.
Elena Cruz: “Well, it sounds like Dutch Ramirez might have something to worry about in the near future. We’ll be sure to keep an eye out for Midas’ next move. Thank you for your time, Katya.”
Katya offers a thin, polite smile before turning her attention back to the monitor, where Ramirez is still in the ring celebrating. The camera zooms in on her face, her eyes filled with cold calculation as she continues to watch, seemingly plotting her next move. The scene fades to black, leaving the audience with an unsettling sense of anticipation for what Midas and his devious manager might have in store for Dutch Ramirez.
Single Match
Dash Diaz vs. Darrell Robles
Ringside
The Save?
The match between Dash Diaz and Darrell Robles has just concluded, with Robles emerging victorious after a hard-fought battle. The crowd boos loudly as Robles stands over the fallen Diaz, a sinister grin spreading across his face. The referee tries to check on Diaz, but Robles shoves him aside, clearly not finished sending a message. Robles begins to stomp on Diaz, his intent clear—he wants to make a statement to Masafumi Satake.
The boos from the crowd grow louder as Robles drags Diaz to his feet, preparing to inflict more damage. Just as he’s about to strike again, the arena lights dim slightly, and the ominous music of Boyd Jackson hits the speakers. The crowd’s reaction shifts to a mix of confusion and anticipation as the powerhouse strides down the ramp, his eyes locked on Robles in the ring.
Robles pauses his assault, his attention drawn to Jackson as the big man steps into the ring. The two stare each other down, the tension in the air palpable. For a moment, it seems like Jackson might confront Robles head-on. The crowd buzzes with speculation—could Boyd Jackson be here to make an unlikely save?
Robles, sensing the potential threat, slowly backs away, deciding it’s not worth the risk to take on Jackson. He smirks arrogantly, confident in the damage he’s already done, and exits the ring, leaving Diaz to fend for himself. The fans begin to cheer as Jackson turns his attention to Dash Diaz, who is struggling to get to his feet.
Jackson walks over to Diaz, extending a hand to help him up. The crowd cheers louder, thinking that Jackson has come to the aid of Diaz. Diaz, groggy but appreciative, reaches out and accepts the help, allowing Jackson to pull him to his feet. The two stand side by side in the ring, with Jackson’s imposing figure towering over Diaz.
But just as the crowd begins to rally behind this unexpected show of sportsmanship, Jackson’s expression changes. Without warning, he spins around and delivers a devastating clothesline to Diaz, sending him crashing back down to the mat! The crowd erupts into boos, shocked and angered by the sudden betrayal.
Jackson stands over the fallen Diaz, a smug smirk on his face as he soaks in the chorus of boos from the audience. He looks out at the crowd, clearly reveling in their disdain, before glancing back down at Diaz with contempt. The message is clear—Boyd Jackson answers to no one, and he has no qualms about taking out anyone in his way.
As the boos continue to rain down, Jackson exits the ring, leaving Diaz lying motionless on the mat. The camera lingers on Jackson as he makes his way up the ramp, his smirk never fading, before cutting back to the ring where Diaz is being attended to by officials. The segment ends with a shot of the furious crowd, their boos echoing through the arena as the screen fades to black.
Backstage
Played This Game Before
The scene transitions to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz is standing with a microphone in hand, ready to introduce her guest. Standing beside her is the P:V Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia, looking confident and focused, the championship belt draped over his shoulder.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the P:V Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia. Adam, tonight you go one-on-one with Simon Starr in the main event. With the recent attacks from Simon, his brother Darren, and Darwin Jones, how are you feeling heading into this match?”
Garcia adjusts the belt on his shoulder, his expression serious yet calm as he looks directly into the camera.
Adam Garcia: “Elena, the way I see it, this is just another day at the office for me. I know what Simon Starr and his brothers are trying to do. They think that by teaming up, they can chip away at me, wear me down before Darwin Jones gets his shot at my title. But what they don’t understand is that I’ve been in this business long enough to see every trick in the book. I’ve faced groups like theirs before, and I’ve always come out on top.”
He pauses, glancing down at the title on his shoulder before continuing.
Adam Garcia: “Simon Starr might think he’s got the upper hand tonight because his brothers have been backing him up, but when that bell rings, it’s just going to be him and me in that ring. And when you’re facing ‘The Mad Bull,’ there’s no hiding, no running. Simon’s about to find out the hard way that I’m not someone you can break down with sneak attacks and cheap shots.”
Elena nods, clearly impressed by Garcia’s confidence.
Elena Cruz: “Given everything that’s happened recently, do you feel any added pressure knowing that Darwin Jones and Darren Starr could try to get involved tonight?”
Garcia smirks slightly, shaking his head as if the thought amuses him.
Adam Garcia: “Pressure? No, Elena, I don’t feel pressure. I thrive on challenges. If Darwin Jones and Darren Starr want to stick their noses where they don’t belong, they can try, but they’ll quickly learn that I don’t back down from a fight. Whether it’s Simon, Darwin, or both of them coming at me, it doesn’t matter. I’ll take them all down, one by one.”
He leans in slightly, his tone becoming more intense.
Adam Garcia: “Tonight, Simon Starr is going to get a preview of what happens when you step into the ring with the best in Project: Violence. And after I’m done with him, Darwin Jones is next on my list. They think they’re playing some kind of game, but they’re in for a rude awakening. I’m the P:V Heavyweight Champion for a reason, and I’m not letting anyone take this title from me.”
Elena smiles, clearly feeling the intensity of Garcia’s words.
Elena Cruz: “It sounds like you’re more than ready for whatever comes your way tonight. Thank you for your time, Adam, and best of luck in the main event.”
Garcia nods, giving the camera one last determined look before walking off, his championship belt shining under the arena lights. The camera lingers on him as he heads down the hallway, the aura of a man ready to take on anything and anyone, before the scene fades to black.
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network…..
Project Violence presents Oblivion
28th September 2024
Barclays Center, Brooklyn, NY
Single Match
Adam Garcia vs. Simon Starr
Ringside
Ever Ready
The match between Adam Garcia and Simon Starr has just ended, with Garcia picking up the hard-fought victory. The crowd erupts in cheers, but Garcia isn’t celebrating—he knows what’s coming. Immediately after the bell rings, Garcia rolls out of the ring and snatches up his P:V Heavyweight Championship belt. The cheers continue as he re-enters the ring, clutching the title tightly and positioning himself for battle.
Garcia’s eyes dart around the arena, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. He knows that Darwin Jones and the Starr Brothers, Darren and Simon, aren’t far behind. Sure enough, Jones and Darren Starr come storming down the ramp, furious at Simon’s loss. They stop at ringside, glaring up at Garcia, who stands defiantly in the center of the ring, his title belt held high, ready to be used as a weapon if necessary.
Jones, Darren, and the defeated Simon surround the ring, their eyes locked on Garcia. The tension in the air is electric as the three men contemplate rushing the ring for a three-on-one assault. The fans boo loudly, knowing exactly what the trio has in mind. Garcia, however, doesn’t back down. He circles in the ring, keeping his back to the ropes and his eyes on his would-be attackers, daring them to come at him.
For a moment, it looks like the three are about to charge. Jones and the Starr Brothers exchange glances, their anger palpable. But Garcia raises the title belt even higher, his expression fierce, and the trio hesitates. They know that if they rush him now, they’ll be met with a fierce and desperate resistance from the champion.
The crowd is on its feet, the atmosphere thick with suspense. Garcia shouts at the trio, taunting them to step into the ring. The fans cheer their support, rallying behind the champion who has been a target for weeks. But Jones and the Starr Brothers, as angry as they are, seem to realize that tonight isn’t the night. They slowly back away from the apron, their eyes never leaving Garcia, who remains ready to strike.
As the three retreat up the ramp, the camera captures the intense stare-down between them and Garcia. The P:V Heavyweight Champion lowers the title belt slightly but keeps it clutched firmly in his hand, his message clear—he’s ready for them, anytime, anywhere. The show closes with Garcia standing tall in the ring, title in hand, while Jones and the Starr Brothers seethe with frustration at the top of the ramp. The fans continue to cheer Garcia as the screen fades to black, signaling the end of another intense episode of Uprising.
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