P:V Uprising 95
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Boardwalk Hall – Atlantic City, NJ
26th October 2024
The camera pans over a packed and roaring crowd inside the historic Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, NJ, as Project Violence: Uprising 95 kicks off with a massive pop from the audience. The energy is electric, fresh off the heels of the two-night Global Takeover event in London. The familiar voices of commentators Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos bring the fans up to speed.
Zac Brindle: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Uprising 95, live from the legendary Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City! Just one week removed from the colossal Global Takeover event, where the wrestling world collided in one of the biggest cross-promotional events in history!”
Johnny Kaos: “You said it, Zac! London was wild, and the fallout is about to hit hard here tonight! We’ve got Dash Diaz, who made history as the first-ever IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Champion, and the Gutter Gods, who became the first team to hold both the Project Violence Tag Team and the IPWA International Tag Team Championships!”
The camera cuts to highlights from Global Takeover, showcasing Diaz holding up his newly won Junior Heavyweight title, and the Gutter Gods celebrating their historic victory with both sets of tag team belts raised high.
Zac Brindle: “But that’s not all! Elijah Drake got his revenge on Darwin Jones in an absolute war, proving once again why he’s one of the top names in Project Violence. And tonight, with tensions still high from Global Takeover, anything can happen!”
Johnny Kaos: “Elijah Drake sent a message, Zac, and with him eyeing the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship, you know the ‘Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia is watching his back! But tonight, we’re set for more chaos as the aftermath of Global Takeover explodes here in Atlantic City!”
The camera cuts to the ring, where the crowd is buzzing, eagerly awaiting the action to begin.
Zac Brindle: “Buckle up, folks, because tonight’s card is stacked! We’ve got fallout, rivalries, and championship implications all coming to a head. Uprising 95 starts right now!”
With that, the lights dim and the opening music kicks in as the first match of the night is about to begin, kicking off an action-packed night in the aftermath of Global Takeover.
Ringside
Contender
Dash Diaz makes his way to the ring, proudly holding his newly won IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Championship belt. The crowd erupts in cheers as Diaz lifts the title high, soaking in the adoration of his hometown fans. With a big smile, Diaz grabs a microphone and addresses the audience.
Dash Diaz:
“Atlantic City! We did it! I stand before you as the first-ever IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Champion! This belt represents hard work, dedication, and the fighting spirit that every one of you has believed in since day one!”
The fans cheer even louder, chanting Diaz’s name. Just as Diaz is about to continue, the arena’s mood shifts as the theme music of Hate Eternal blasts through the speakers. The boos echo as Anderson Alvarez, Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, and Asume Sukeban make their way down to the ring, flaunting their own championships—the Project Violence TV title and the Project Violence/IPWA Tag Team titles. The four members of Hate Eternal circle the ring menacingly before Alvarez steps forward, microphone in hand.
Anderson Alvarez (TV Champion):
“Diaz, congratulations on your little achievement. It must feel great to be on top of your division, but let’s not forget who truly runs this place. Hate Eternal holds the real gold, and tonight, I’m coming for yours. What do you say, Diaz? How about you put that pretty little IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Championship on the line… right here, right now, in the main event!”
The crowd buzzes with excitement as Diaz stares down Alvarez and the rest of Hate Eternal. After a tense moment, he nods and raises his championship belt once again, accepting the challenge.
Dash Diaz:
“You want this belt? Fine. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes, because tonight, I’m not backing down from anyone—not even you, Alvarez!”
The fans roar in approval as the match is officially set, Diaz vs. Alvarez for the IPWA International Junior Heavyweight Championship in the main event of the night!
Backstage
Not Tonight
The scene opens with Adam Garcia, the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion, arriving at the arena. Dressed in his signature leather jacket with the championship belt slung over his shoulder, he walks confidently through the parking lot. The crowd cheers as he makes his way toward the entrance, but suddenly, chaos erupts!
Darrell Robles: (charging from behind) “This is where your reign ends, Garcia!”
Before Garcia can react, Robles blindsides him with a hard elbow to the back. As Garcia stumbles, Darren and Simon Starr, the Starr Brothers, emerge from the shadows and join the assault. Together, the three men ruthlessly beat down Garcia, stomping and kicking him while he’s down.
Darren Starr: (laughing) “Welcome to our world, champ!”
Simon Starr: “You’re nothing without that title, Garcia!”
Just when it seems like Garcia is completely outnumbered, Masafumi Satake and Elijah Drake rush onto the scene! Satake charges in, delivering a swift kick to Darren Starr’s ribs, while Drake pulls Robles off of Garcia and throws him into a stack of crates.
Masafumi Satake: “Not today, Robles!”
Elijah Drake: “This fight isn’t yours to win!”
The brawl intensifies as Satake, Drake, and Garcia begin to turn the tide, fighting back against Robles and the Starr Brothers. Security scrambles to get control, but before the chaos can escalate further, Project Violence General Manager James Von Drake storms in, shouting orders.
James Von Drake: “ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU!”
The wrestlers stop, breathing heavily as they stare each other down, still full of rage.
James Von Drake: “You want to tear each other apart? Fine! But it’s not happening here in the parking lot. Tonight, it’s gonna be Adam Garcia, Masafumi Satake, and Elijah Drake versus Darrell Robles and the Starr Brothers in a six-man tag team match! Now get out of my sight!”
Von Drake glares at all six men, as they back off reluctantly, still burning with animosity. Garcia, Satake, and Drake regroup as the camera focuses on Garcia, who wipes blood from his lip and glares at his attackers.
Adam Garcia: “You’ll regret that… tonight.”
The scene fades to black as the tension for tonight’s event builds.
Single Match
James Mendoza vs. Gabriel Cross
Backstage
The Journey
The camera cuts backstage where social media influencer and interviewer Elena Cruz is standing by with “The Wayward Traveller” Bernard Wolfe. Wolfe is dressed in his rugged, well-worn leather jacket, a bandana tied loosely around his neck, his gaze distant yet focused. Elena smiles brightly, microphone in hand, as she kicks off the interview.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the man who’s been on a journey across the globe, ‘The Wayward Traveller,’ Bernard Wolfe! Tonight, you take on Steven Love in singles action. Wolfe, you’ve traveled through so many challenges in and out of the ring—how are you feeling heading into tonight’s match?”
Wolfe takes a moment, brushing a hand through his hair, his eyes glinting with a mix of confidence and weariness.
Bernard Wolfe: “Elena, life’s a journey, and the ring is no different. I’ve fought in every corner of this earth, from forgotten alleyways to glittering arenas, and Steven Love? He’s just another stop along the way. See, Love might think he’s got this all figured out—his flashy moves, his bravado—but the road teaches you things. It wears you down, sure, but it makes you stronger.”
Wolfe pauses, looking off to the side as if recalling his many travels, then turns his attention back to Elena.
Bernard Wolfe: “Tonight, Steven Love is going to find out what it means to step into the ring with someone who’s seen it all, someone who’s learned the hard way that nothing comes easy. The way I see it, the road ahead for him is going to be a long, painful one.”
Elena Cruz: “Wow, intense words from a man who’s truly seen the world. What do you think makes you different from someone like Steven Love? What sets you apart?”
Bernard Wolfe: “Love fights for the spotlight, for the cheers, the recognition. Me? I fight because it’s who I am. It’s in my blood, my soul. He wants to be a star—I’m just here to survive, to thrive, and to keep moving forward. The difference between us is that I don’t need the glitz and glamour. I just need the fight. And believe me, Elena, I always find it.”
Elena, clearly captivated by Wolfe’s words, nods appreciatively.
Elena Cruz: “You’ve definitely got a unique perspective, Bernard. Best of luck out there tonight against Steven Love. I think we’re all excited to see how this journey continues for you.”
Bernard Wolfe: smirking slightly “Thanks, Elena. Just remember, every journey has a destination… but mine? Mine’s always moving.”
With that, Wolfe walks off toward the ring, leaving Elena to wrap up the interview.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks! Bernard Wolfe is ready for action—let’s see what happens when he collides with Steven Love next!”
The camera fades as the anticipation builds for the upcoming match.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Steven Love
Backstage
Give Us Something
The camera follows the Gutter Gods—Hate Watson and Masashi Miike—as they swagger through the backstage area, their tag team championship belts gleaming under the fluorescent lights. They approach the office of General Manager James Von Drake with purpose, their expressions a mix of determination and disdain.
Watson knocks firmly on the door, and after a brief moment, Von Drake calls out from within.
James Von Drake: “Come in!”
The Gutter Gods enter, and Von Drake looks up from his desk, slightly surprised by their presence.
James Von Drake: “What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
Hate Watson: leaning on the desk “We want a match tonight, James. We’ve got these belts, and we want to show everyone why we’re the best tag team in the business!”
Masashi Miike: crossing his arms, smirking “We need to make an example out of someone. So who do you have for us?”
Von Drake glances at his schedule, considering their request.
James Von Drake: “I can arrange that. How about a match against the Ordinary Gentlemen, Greg Stanley and Dale Norman?”
Watson raises an eyebrow, his enthusiasm fading as he exchanges a glance with Miike. They clearly aren’t impressed.
Hate Watson: “The Ordinary Gentlemen? Seriously? You think those two are a worthy challenge for us?”
Masashi Miike: scoffing “They’re more like a warm-up act than a main event. We want to show that we can destroy anyone. This is a joke, James.”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, maintaining a calm demeanor.
James Von Drake: “Look, I get it. You want to prove yourselves. But tonight is about more than just titles—it’s about showing everyone why you hold those belts. Make an example out of them. Just remember, a victory is still a victory, no matter the opponent.”
Watson straightens up, nodding slowly as Miike cracks his knuckles, a wicked smile creeping across his face.
Hate Watson: “Fine, we’ll make them pay. Just know we expected better competition.”
Masashi Miike: “The Ordinary Gentlemen won’t know what hit them. This will be a lesson they won’t forget.”
Watson leans closer to Von Drake, his voice low but intense.
Hate Watson: “And if they don’t learn from this match, we’ll make sure they pay again… and again.”
With that, the Gutter Gods turn and head for the exit, confidence radiating from them as they make their way down the hall, ready to unleash chaos on the Ordinary Gentlemen.
The camera cuts back to Von Drake, who shakes his head slightly, both amused and concerned about the wrath that is about to be unleashed.
The segment fades out as anticipation builds for the upcoming match.
No DQ Non Title Elimination Tag Team Match
Ordinary Gentlemen vs. Gutter Gods
Backstage
Team Work
The camera opens inside the locker room where Adam Garcia, Elijah Drake, and Masafumi Satake are gearing up for their six-man tag team match against Darrell Robles and the Starr Brothers. The atmosphere is a mix of focus and camaraderie as the trio prepares for battle.
Garcia adjusts his championship belt while Drake paces, running a hand through his hair, visibly charged with adrenaline. Satake sits on a bench, stretching and eyeing his teammates.
Adam Garcia: “Alright, fellas, tonight is about teamwork. We need to show Robles and those Starr punks that we’re not just here to compete—we’re here to dominate.”
Elijah Drake: stopping to face Garcia “I get that, but I want to make one thing clear: I’m not just here for the win. I want to get my hands on the Starr Brothers. They’ve been a thorn in my side for too long. If I have to go through them to get to the title, so be it.”
Garcia nods, understanding Drake’s determination but also sensing the tension brewing beneath the surface.
Adam Garcia: “I hear you, Elijah. Just remember, the main goal tonight is to take care of business as a unit. If we don’t watch each other’s backs, we’re going to get picked off. Robles and the Starrs are dangerous when they work together.”
Satake finally chimes in, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the heated conversation.
Masafumi Satake: “Focus on the match. We can settle scores later. Use this time to show the world what we can do together. Each of us brings something different to the table, and we need to exploit that.”
Drake crosses his arms, still feeling the heat of his rivalry with the Starr Brothers.
Elijah Drake: “You’re right, but I’m still coming for them. Just know that if the opportunity presents itself, I’m taking it.”
Garcia raises an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face.
Adam Garcia: “Just don’t forget that I’m the one holding the gold. We can’t afford to let our egos clash tonight. After the match, you can unleash your rage on whoever you want, but for now, we need to stick together.”
Satake stands, a determined look on his face, ready to unite the team.
Masafumi Satake: “Let’s do this, then. We show them our strength, and they’ll think twice about crossing us again.”
Drake nods, a fire igniting in his eyes as he slaps Garcia on the shoulder.
Elijah Drake: “Alright, let’s make it clear tonight that we’re a force to be reckoned with. Starr Brothers, Robles, you’re in for a fight.”
Garcia straightens, holding his championship belt high.
Adam Garcia: “Together, we take them down. Let’s go show the world what we’re made of!”
The three men share a nod of agreement, their focus sharpening as they exit the locker room, ready to take on their opponents with unity and determination.
The scene fades out, building anticipation for the intense six-man tag team match ahead.
Backstage
Anarchy Rising
The camera cuts backstage to Elena Cruz, standing with a somber yet determined look on her face. Beside her is Stevie Rigg, one half of the Anarchy Alliance. Rigg is wearing a black leather jacket, his face showing the signs of a tough week after the loss at Global Takeover and his partner’s injury. Elena holds the microphone up and begins the interview.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Stevie Rigg, one half of the Anarchy Alliance. Stevie, at Global Takeover last weekend, you and Edwin Ellis lost the International Tag Team Championships to the Gutter Gods, and we’ve since learned that Edwin suffered an injury during the match. How are you holding up, and what’s next for you with this unexpected setback?”
Rigg sighs, his face reflecting the weight of the situation. He runs a hand through his beard, clearly still processing the events of the past weekend.
Stevie Rigg: “Elena, it’s been a rough few days, to be honest. Losing those titles? That hurt. We fought like hell to get them, and losing them to the Gutter Gods—it stings, especially knowing what they’re capable of. But the hardest part wasn’t the loss… it was watching Edwin go down.”
Rigg pauses, his expression tightening as he thinks about his tag team partner.
Stevie Rigg: “Edwin’s not just my tag partner, he’s my brother in this business. We’ve been through everything together, so seeing him get injured like that… it messes with your head. But knowing Edwin, he’s going to come back stronger. We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”
Elena Cruz: nodding sympathetically “It sounds like a tough road ahead. How are you preparing for what’s next? Do you have a plan while Edwin recovers?”
Rigg straightens up, the fire in his eyes returning as he speaks with determination.
Stevie Rigg: “The Anarchy Alliance isn’t going anywhere. Right now, it’s about regrouping. Edwin’s recovery is the priority, but until he’s back, I’m going to keep fighting. The Gutter Gods think they’ve won the war, but this is just a battle. I’m not done with them, and when Edwin is ready to return, we’re coming back for what’s ours.”
Rigg clenches his fists, his frustration with the Gutter Gods clearly bubbling to the surface.
Stevie Rigg: “Those belts were ours, and they will be again. Gutter Gods, you might be holding them now, but that doesn’t make you better than us. You just woke up a fight you won’t be able to finish.”
Elena, sensing the passion in Rigg’s voice, smiles slightly, impressed by his resolve.
Elena Cruz: “It’s clear you’re not backing down, Stevie. Do you have a message for the fans or anyone else watching?”
Stevie Rigg: looking directly into the camera “To the fans, thanks for standing by us. And to the Gutter Gods—you’ve got targets on your backs now. Anarchy isn’t over. It’s only just beginning.”
With that, Rigg walks off, leaving Elena to wrap up the segment.
Elena Cruz: “Strong words from Stevie Rigg, who’s not letting the loss or the injury keep him down. We’ll see what’s next for Anarchy Alliance and how they bounce back. Stay tuned, folks.”
The camera fades out as Rigg heads off, ready for the next chapter in his journey.
Six Man Tag Elimination Match
Darrell Robles & The Starr Brothers vs. Adam Garcia, Elijah Drake & Masafumi Satake
Ringside
Victory
The camera cuts to the ring where the bell has just rung, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupts in cheers as Adam Garcia, Elijah Drake, and Masafumi Satake stand victorious over Darrell Robles and the Starr Brothers. They raise their arms in triumph, soaking in the adulation from the fans. Garcia holds his Project Violence Heavyweight Championship belt high, a proud smile on his face.
Adam Garcia: breathless but exhilarated “This is what we do! We come together as a team and show everyone why we’re the best!”
The crowd responds with loud cheers, but there’s an underlying tension as Garcia and Drake exchange glances. Drake’s demeanor is still fiery, and he seems to want more than just a victory. Satake, sensing the brewing conflict, claps both men on the back, trying to keep the spirits high.
Masafumi Satake: “We worked well together tonight! This is just the beginning for us as a team!”
Garcia smiles at Satake, but his eyes remain locked on Drake, who is now pacing slightly, trying to contain his competitive energy.
Elijah Drake: stepping forward “Yeah, we won, but I’m not satisfied with just this. Adam, you know what’s coming between us. That title is mine. I’m not backing down from that.”
The crowd murmurs, sensing the tension as Garcia lowers the championship belt slightly, turning to face Drake directly.
Adam Garcia: firmly “I respect you, Elijah. You’re a hell of a competitor, but don’t forget who holds the gold. I’ve fought tooth and nail to get here. You’re going to have to do the same if you want to take this from me.”
Drake clenches his fists, frustration boiling beneath the surface, but he also knows he needs to keep the focus on their recent victory.
Elijah Drake: “I get that, but it’s about time you recognize that I’m more than just your ally. I’m a contender. We can celebrate this win, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m coming for that title.”
Garcia steps closer, their faces almost inches apart, the intensity palpable. The crowd starts to chant, split between cheers for Garcia and Drake, each man’s fanbase fueling the fire.
Adam Garcia: “Let’s keep it civil, Drake. Tonight, we fought as a team. But once that bell rings for our match, it’s every man for himself. Just remember—friends or not, I won’t go down without a fight.”
Masafumi Satake, sensing the escalating tension, interjects, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.
Masafumi Satake: “Guys, we’re all on the same side right now. Let’s not let this win turn into a conflict. We have bigger battles ahead, starting with the title and the challenges that come with it.”
Garcia and Drake share one last steely look before both men turn to the crowd, allowing the moment of tension to fade, at least for now. They raise each other’s hands in solidarity, the audience cheering loudly for their unity.
Adam Garcia: shouting to the crowd “We’re champions! Together! But don’t forget—this isn’t over!”
As the segment concludes, the three men stand united in the ring, but the tension between Garcia and Drake lingers in the air, hinting at the fierce rivalry that lies ahead. The camera fades out on their celebration, the future of their partnership uncertain but charged with excitement.
Vignette
Iron Heart
The screen fades to black. Slowly, the sound of a heartbeat begins to echo, steady and strong. A low rumble of thunder rolls in, followed by the crackling sound of a distant storm. Suddenly, the scene cuts to a shot of a lone figure jogging up a mountain trail, pushing through the biting cold of Denver, Colorado. The man is Caleb Knox, his breath visible in the frigid air, his expression unflinching.
Narrator (voice-over): “From the high altitudes of Denver, Colorado, comes a competitor forged in iron… a man who never quits, never backs down, and thrives where others would falter.”
The vignette transitions to a shot of Knox in an old-school, bare-bones gym. He’s pounding away at a heavy bag, each strike filled with purpose. His eyes are focused, his jaw set—no flash, just grit and determination.
Narrator (voice-over): “They call him ‘Iron Heart’ for a reason. Caleb Knox isn’t here for fame, glory, or recognition. He’s here for the fight.”
The scene shifts to Knox in the middle of an intense training session, lifting weights, running drills, and wrestling with training partners. Sweat pours down his face, but his expression never wavers. Each rep, each move, is done with complete focus, showing his dedication and relentless drive.
Caleb Knox (voice-over): calmly “Life’s about challenges. You either face them head-on, or you crumble under the pressure. I don’t break, and I don’t run.”
The next clip shows Knox sparring, his movements precise and powerful. He delivers a devastating takedown, followed by a submission hold, showing his technical prowess.
Narrator (voice-over): “Caleb Knox doesn’t talk much. He lets his actions speak for him. Inside the ring, his heart of iron drives him forward, refusing to quit, no matter the odds.”
The screen shows flashes of Knox’s past fights—brutal, hard-hitting brawls, each one pushing him to the limit, but always ending with his hand raised in victory. His stoic face remains calm, even in victory.
Caleb Knox (voice-over): firmly “I’m not here to entertain. I’m here to compete. To push myself further than anyone else is willing to go.”
The camera zooms in on Knox as he wraps his hands with tape, preparing for his next challenge. His gaze is intense, his expression unshakeable.
Narrator (voice-over): “He’s coming to Project Violence. And when Caleb Knox steps into the ring, there’s no stopping him.”
The heartbeat returns, growing louder as the screen shows Knox standing at the top of a mountain, looking out over the vast landscape, a symbol of his journey and the challenges ahead.
Caleb Knox (voice-over): in a low, determined tone “You can hit me. You can knock me down. But I’ll keep getting back up. That’s what makes me ‘Iron Heart.’”
The screen cuts to black, with the words “Caleb Knox: Coming Soon” appearing in bold letters, accompanied by the Project Violence logo. The storm rumbles in the background, echoing the arrival of a force that cannot be broken.
The vignette ends, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting the debut of “Iron Heart” Caleb Knox.
International Junior Heavyweight Match
Dash Diaz (c) vs. Anderson Alvarez
Ringside
Show me What You Got
The camera captures the final moments of the International Junior Heavyweight Championship match. Dash Diaz stands tall, his hand raised in victory as he retains his title against Anderson Alvarez. The crowd erupts in approval, celebrating with Diaz as he holds the championship high over his head. Alvarez remains on the mat, recovering from the intense battle. Just as Diaz begins to celebrate, the mood shifts.
Suddenly, the theme music for Hate Eternal hits, and the cheers turn to loud boos as Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, and Asume Sukeban storm the ring to join their stablemate Alvarez. The Gutter Gods and Sukeban surround Diaz, looking ready to strike. Diaz glances around, realizing he’s about to face a four-on-one assault.
Zac Brindle (on commentary): “Uh oh… this is not looking good for Dash Diaz. Hate Eternal are circling like predators!”
Johnny Kaos (on commentary): “Diaz just retained his title, but it looks like his night is far from over!”
Alvarez smirks, clearly savoring the moment. He slowly gets to his feet, joined by his Hate Eternal allies as they begin to close in on Diaz.
Anderson Alvarez: mocking “You thought it was over, Diaz? You thought you could beat me and walk out of here?”
Just as Hate Eternal prepare to strike, the crowd erupts in cheers as Stevie Rigg comes charging down the ramp with a steel chair in hand!
Zac Brindle: “Wait a minute! It’s Stevie Rigg! Rigg’s coming to even the odds!”
Johnny Kaos: “He’s got a chair, and he’s not wasting any time!”
*Rigg slides into the ring, swinging the chair at Masashi Miike, who barely ducks out of the way. The loud *CLANG* of the steel chair hitting the ropes sends a warning to Hate Eternal. They hesitate, momentarily thrown off by Rigg’s arrival.*
Rigg stands next to Diaz, the two of them back-to-back—Diaz clutching his title, Rigg with the steel chair raised, daring anyone to come closer. The crowd chants “Rigg! Rigg! Rigg!” as Hate Eternal rethinks their plan.
Stevie Rigg: shouting “Come on, then! Let’s see what you’ve got!”
Hate Watson steps forward, but Alvarez pulls him back, knowing the fight isn’t worth it tonight. They exchange frustrated glances before retreating toward the ropes.
Anderson Alvarez: gritting his teeth “This isn’t over, Diaz. You’ll regret this.”
With boos raining down from the crowd, Hate Eternal exit the ring and back up the ramp, seething with anger. Rigg lowers the chair and turns to face Diaz, who nods in gratitude. The two share a moment of respect, both warriors standing their ground.
Zac Brindle: “Stevie Rigg just saved Dash Diaz from what could have been a vicious assault by Hate Eternal! They were ready to tear him apart!”
Johnny Kaos: “What a moment! Rigg and Diaz standing tall together—this could be the start of something big.”
Diaz raises his championship high once again, with Rigg standing by his side. The crowd cheers loudly as the camera zooms in on the two of them, united against Hate Eternal. The show fades to black with the image of Diaz and Rigg celebrating, ready for whatever comes next.
The screen fades, leaving fans buzzing about what this alliance might mean moving forward.
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