P:V Uprising 98
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Amway Center, Orlando, Florida
16th November 2024
The show kicks off with a sweeping shot of the energetic Orlando crowd, fans holding up signs like “HATE ETERNAL FEAR THE CHAIR,” “IRON HEART IS COMING,” and “BOYD JACKSON = DOMINANCE.” The pyrotechnics explode across the stage as the signature Project Violence theme blares through the arena. The camera pans to the commentary desk where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are ready to welcome the audience.
Zac Brindle: “Welcome, everyone, to Project Violence Uprising, live from the electric Amway Center in Orlando, Florida! Tonight, the road to Episode 100 continues, and what a night of action we have lined up!”
Johnny Kaos: “That’s right, Zac! With the stakes climbing higher every week, we’ve got rivalries heating up and opportunities to seize! Let’s not waste any time breaking down this stacked card!”
Zac Brindle: “Starting with a grudge match in the making—Bernard Wolfe takes on the unorthodox Chopper Anderson. Wolfe has been climbing the ranks steadily, but can he handle the chaos that is Chopper?”
Johnny Kaos: “And tag team action is going to be a blast tonight, with the unpredictable Rebel Society facing off against the technical prowess of Masters of the Mat. Rankings and reputations are on the line here!”
Zac Brindle: “Then it’s Gabriel Cross stepping into the ring against Cherry Bordeaux. Cross has been making waves recently, and after last week’s confrontation with Teddy Rush, you know he’s got something to prove!”
Johnny Kaos: “And speaking of proving something, Rex Stone and Darrell Robles are both in need of a win as they face off tonight. A win here could put either man back on track.”
Zac Brindle: “Also on the docket, two bruisers clash as Boyd Jackson takes on Dutch Ramirez. Both men are looking to establish dominance, and it’s going to be a slugfest you won’t want to miss.”
Johnny Kaos: “But it’s the main event that everyone’s buzzing about, Zac! Hate Eternal—Anderson Alvarez, Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, and Asume Sukeban—take on the team of Stevie Rigg, Maverick Matthews, and The Starr Brothers in an explosive eight-man tag! There’s no love lost here, and with Hate Eternal’s reputation for chaos, it could get ugly fast!”
Zac Brindle: “It’s a night of high stakes, bitter rivalries, and surprises around every corner as we march toward Episode 100! Let’s not waste another second—Project Violence Uprising 98 starts right now!”
The camera cuts to the stage as the opening match is set to begin, the roar of the crowd signaling another thrilling night of Project Violence action.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. Chopper Anderson
Backstage
Man to Man
The scene opens in the parking lot of the Amway Center, where the unmistakable IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion Dash Diaz is stepping out of a sleek black SUV. Sporting his signature swagger and his championship belt slung over his shoulder, Diaz adjusts his sunglasses as he starts toward the entrance. However, before he can get far, interviewer Elena Cruz rushes up with a microphone in hand.
Elena Cruz: “Dash! Dash Diaz! Can I get a quick word with you?”
Diaz stops, tilting his sunglasses down slightly to acknowledge her before flashing a smirk.
Dash Diaz: “For you, Elena? Always. What’s on your mind?”
Elena Cruz: “Earlier this week, we saw you and Masafumi Satake travel to Japan to confront Katsuhiro Kaneda. But things didn’t go as planned. Kaneda got the upper hand, attacking both of you with a steel chair. What’s your response to that?”
The smirk vanishes from Diaz’s face, replaced by a determined scowl. He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder before stepping closer to the camera.
Dash Diaz: “Yeah, Elena, we went to Japan to get some answers. Me and Satake wanted to send a message to Kaneda, face-to-face. But instead of stepping up like a real man, he blindsides us with a chair. That’s the kind of guy Katsuhiro Kaneda is—cheap shots and sneak attacks. Pathetic.”
Diaz pauses, pointing directly into the camera as his intensity grows.
Dash Diaz: “Well, Kaneda, here’s your chance to show you’ve got some guts. I’m challenging you to come to Uprising 100. Bring that chair, bring whatever you’ve got, but step into my ring and face me like a man. You wanted my attention? You’ve got it. Now let’s see if you’ve got the spine to back it up.”
The crowd inside the arena can be heard buzzing through the faint audio as Diaz looks back to Elena, his expression softening slightly.
Dash Diaz: “Uprising 100, Elena. It’s gonna be one for the books. And I’ll make sure Kaneda doesn’t forget it.”
Diaz adjusts his sunglasses, pats the championship belt on his shoulder, and strides confidently into the arena, leaving Elena Cruz watching as the camera fades to black.
Tag Team Match
Rebel Society vs. Masters of the Mat
Backstage
All Talk?
The scene opens in a brightly lit backstage interview area where Elena Cruz stands with the confident and stylish Cherry Bordeaux, a striking blonde competitor dressed in her ring gear. Cherry exudes poise as she adjusts her wrist tape, ready to address the camera.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Cherry Bordeaux, who will be facing Gabriel Cross later tonight. Cherry, this is a big opportunity for you to make a statement against someone as polarizing as Cross. How are you feeling heading into this matchup?”
Cherry Bordeaux: smiling “Elena, I feel great. Gabriel Cross loves to run his mouth about being better than everyone else, but tonight, I’m going to shut him up the only way that matters—inside the ring. He can talk all he wants, but actions speak louder than words.”
Before Cherry can continue, Gabriel Cross saunters into frame, interrupting the interview. Dressed in his flashy jacket and trademark smirk, he looks Bordeaux up and down, oozing arrogance.
Gabriel Cross: “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lovely Cherry Bordeaux. You know, Cherry, I’ve been watching you, and I have to say—you’ve got… potential.”
He leans in slightly, his smirk widening as he lowers his voice in a faux-charming tone.
Gabriel Cross: “How about after our match tonight, you let me take you out? We can call it a celebration of my inevitable victory. What do you say?”
Cherry raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, as she crosses her arms and steps back slightly.
Cherry Bordeaux: sarcastically “Wow, Gabriel, what a tempting offer. Except for one small problem—I don’t date guys who are all talk and no substance. So, thanks, but no thanks.”
The crowd in the arena cheers at the rejection as Cross’s smirk fades instantly, replaced by a scowl. He clenches his jaw, visibly trying to contain his anger, but his ego takes a hit.
Gabriel Cross: snapping back “You’ll regret saying that, Bordeaux. Tonight, I’m not just going to beat you—I’m going to embarrass you in front of all these people. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.”
Cherry doesn’t flinch, standing her ground as she fires back with a confident smile.
Cherry Bordeaux: “Bring it, Gabriel. Just don’t trip over that ego of yours on your way to the ring.”
Cross glares at her before storming off, muttering under his breath. Elena turns back to Cherry with a grin.
Elena Cruz: “Well, Cherry, it looks like you’ve got Gabriel Cross fired up. Any final thoughts before the match?”
Cherry Bordeaux: laughing “Just one—actions speak louder than words, and tonight, I’m all action.”
Cherry winks at Elena before walking off confidently toward the locker room. The camera lingers on Elena, who shakes her head with an amused smile as the segment fades out.
Single Match
Gabriel Cross vs. Cherry Bordeaux
Ringside
Just in Time
The crowd is buzzing as Gabriel Cross, smug and triumphant, raises his arms after securing the victory over Cherry Bordeaux. Cherry is still down on the mat, clutching her ribs after the hard-fought match. Cross paces the ring, looking down at her with a twisted grin, basking in his win. The commentators chime in as the scene unfolds.
Zac Brindle: “A dominant performance by Gabriel Cross, but it looks like he’s not done, Johnny. This doesn’t look good for Cherry Bordeaux!”
Johnny Kaos: “He’s sending a message, Zac, but this is crossing the line. Someone’s gotta stop this!”
Cross grabs a microphone, kneeling down near Cherry as she tries to pull herself to her feet.
Gabriel Cross: mockingly “You see, Cherry? I told you—you should’ve taken me up on my offer. Now look where your little rejection got you. Flat on your back, at my mercy.”
The crowd boos loudly, with chants of “You suck!” echoing through the arena. Cross tosses the microphone aside and starts to circle Cherry like a predator, signaling that he’s about to escalate things. He grabs her arm, pulling her up roughly to her knees.
Zac Brindle: “Oh, come on! This is unnecessary! You’ve made your point, Cross!”
Johnny Kaos: “This guy’s ego knows no bounds. Someone’s gotta stop him!”
Suddenly, the arena erupts as Teddy Rush’s music hits! The crowd leaps to its feet, cheering wildly as Rush charges down the ramp at full speed.
Zac Brindle: “It’s Teddy Rush! Teddy Rush is here!”
Johnny Kaos: “And he’s not waiting around! Gabriel Cross has a storm coming his way!”
Cross looks up in shock as Rush slides into the ring. He quickly releases Cherry and backs off, but Rush is already on him, unloading with a flurry of punches that sends Cross stumbling into the ropes. The crowd is on fire as Rush grabs Cross and tosses him over the top rope with authority!
Zac Brindle: “Teddy Rush just cleaned house! Gabriel Cross wanted to play tough, but now he’s running for the hills!”
Cross retreats up the ramp, clutching his jaw and shouting angrily at Rush, who stands tall in the ring. Rush turns his attention to Cherry, helping her to her feet and checking to make sure she’s okay. The crowd cheers loudly as Cherry nods in gratitude.
Johnny Kaos: “What a class act by Teddy Rush, coming to Cherry Bordeaux’s rescue!”
Zac Brindle: “And what a message to Gabriel Cross—if you want to cross the line, you’ve got to deal with Teddy Rush!”
Rush raises Cherry’s arm as the fans cheer the display of sportsmanship. He then motions to Cross on the ramp, signaling that he’s ready for a fight anytime. Cross glares back, pointing at Rush and yelling threats as the show transitions to a commercial break.
Backstage
Legacy of Destruction
The camera cuts to a dimly lit area backstage where Hate Eternal—Anderson Alvarez, Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, and Asume Sukeban—are gathered in a circle, their championship gold glinting under the faint flicker of the overhead light. The group exudes menace, their expressions cold and calculating as they huddle together to plot their strategy for tonight’s eight-man tag match. Alvarez speaks first, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Anderson Alvarez: smirking “Tonight, we remind the world why Hate Eternal owns Project Violence. The Starr Brothers? Stevie Rigg? Maverick Matthews? They’re just stepping stones, a lineup of bodies we’re going to dismantle.”
Hate Watson: leaning against the wall, cracking his knuckles “Those Starr boys think they’re climbing the ranks, huh? Tonight, I’ll make sure they don’t even remember their own names.”
Masashi Miike: nodding in agreement, speaking in a low, menacing tone “Pain is the only language they’ll understand. No escape, no mercy.”
Asume Sukeban, standing slightly apart, tilts her head with a sly grin. Her presence is unnerving, and she speaks with a chilling calmness.
Asume Sukeban: “They’ve been allowed to survive for too long. Tonight, they learn what it means to stand against us. One by one, they’ll fall.”
Alvarez paces, adjusting his TV Championship belt on his shoulder, and turns back to the group.
Anderson Alvarez: “And Stevie Rigg? He’s the loudest of them all. He thinks he’s got something to prove because his little partner’s injured. Let him try. All he’s going to prove is that we’re untouchable.”
Watson and Miike nod, their expressions grim. Alvarez’s smirk grows wider as he runs a hand through his hair.
Anderson Alvarez: “This isn’t just a fight—it’s a statement. We’re not here to just win. We’re here to dominate, to crush any hope they think they have.”
Hate Watson: grinning darkly “We’re not just beating them. We’re breaking them.”
The group exchanges sinister looks, their confidence and malice palpable. Alvarez steps forward, his tone icy as he addresses the camera directly.
Anderson Alvarez: “Tonight, Hate Eternal writes another chapter in our legacy of destruction. So, Starr Brothers, Maverick Matthews, Stevie Rigg… get ready to suffer.”
He turns back to his team, clapping his hands once as a signal to move out. The group strides out of the frame, leaving the camera lingering on the empty, foreboding space they’ve left behind. The scene fades as the ominous vibe settles over the arena.
Single Match
Rex Stone vs. Darrell Robles
Backstage
Ready for the Ride
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands poised with a microphone. Next to her is the rugged and imposing biker Dutch Ramirez, clad in his signature leather jacket adorned with patches. His aviator sunglasses rest on his forehead, and he exudes a cool, unshakable confidence. Elena smiles warmly before addressing the camera.
Elena Cruz: “Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now is the man who’s about to step into the ring with one of the most dominating forces in Project Violence, Boyd Jackson—Dutch Ramirez! Dutch, Boyd Jackson has been on an absolute tear lately, steamrolling over every opponent in his path. What’s your mindset heading into this match tonight?”
Dutch chuckles, crossing his arms and glancing at Elena with a smirk.
Dutch Ramirez: “Mindset? Let me tell you something, Elena. I’ve faced bullies, brutes, and badasses my whole life, both in the ring and on the road. Boyd Jackson? He’s just the latest tough guy thinking he’s unstoppable. But here’s the thing—every so-called unstoppable force eventually hits an immovable object. Tonight, I’m that object.”
Elena nods, her expression serious as she presses further.
Elena Cruz: “Boyd Jackson isn’t just any opponent, though. His size, strength, and ruthless aggression make him a dangerous challenge for anyone. Are you concerned about his ability to overpower you?”
Dutch adjusts his leather gloves, his smirk fading into a more determined look.
Dutch Ramirez: “Concerned? Nah. Prepared? Hell yeah. Boyd’s got size, he’s got power, but what he doesn’t have is heart. I’ve been knocked down more times than I can count, but I always get back up. That’s what makes me dangerous, Elena—I don’t quit, and I sure as hell don’t back down.”
Dutch leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping into a gritty, intense tone.
Dutch Ramirez: “Boyd might think he’s walking out of that ring tonight without a scratch, but I’m here to give him a wake-up call. I’m gonna show him that no matter how big or bad you are, when you step into my lane, you better be ready for a fight.”
Elena tilts her head, intrigued by Dutch’s resolve.
Elena Cruz: “Dutch, one last question. Do you have a message for Boyd Jackson before you two collide tonight?”
Dutch grins, his confidence returning as he adjusts his sunglasses back onto his face.
Dutch Ramirez: “Yeah, I do. Boyd, you’re used to running through guys, but tonight, you’re stepping into my world. So buckle up, big man, because this biker is about to take you on a ride you’ll never forget.”
Dutch nods at Elena, then strides out of the frame, leaving her to address the camera.
Elena Cruz: “There you have it, folks. Dutch Ramirez is ready to go head-to-head with Boyd Jackson tonight. Will his grit and determination be enough to overcome the powerhouse? We’ll find out soon. Back to you!”
The scene fades as Elena lowers her microphone, her expression thoughtful after Dutch’s intense words.
Single Match
Boyd Jackson vs. Dutch Ramirez
Backstage
Take the L
The camera follows a triumphant Rex Stone, the young Canadian wrestler, as he makes his way down the hallway backstage, sweat dripping from his brow. He looks exhilarated after his surprise victory over the powerhouse Darrell Robles, clutching his gear bag over one shoulder. Suddenly, the sound of heavy, angry footsteps echoes behind him.
Darrell Robles: yelling “Stone! You think you’re walking out of here after embarrassing me? Think again!”
Stone turns around, his expression shifting from pride to concern as the furious Robles storms toward him. Before Robles can get too close, a commanding figure steps into the frame—Bernard Wolfe, the Wayward Traveller. Wolfe holds up a hand, stopping Robles in his tracks.
Bernard Wolfe: calmly but firmly “That’s enough, Robles. He beat you fair and square. Take the loss and walk away.”
Robles snarls, his fists clenched, his fiery manager Hellbender appearing behind him, urging him on.
Darrell Robles: “Stay out of this, Wolfe! This isn’t your fight!”
Bernard Wolfe: taking a step forward, his tone sharpening “When I see someone like you trying to bully a kid just because you couldn’t get the job done, it becomes my fight. You want to take another swing? You’ll have to go through me.”
Robles glares at Wolfe, his chest heaving in anger. For a moment, it looks like he might take the challenge, but after a quick glance at Wolfe’s unflinching stance, he scowls and backs off. Hellbender pulls him away, muttering in frustration.
Hellbender: “This isn’t over, Stone! Not by a long shot!”
As Robles and Hellbender disappear down the hallway, Wolfe turns to Stone, his expression softening.
Bernard Wolfe: with a small smile “You’ve got guts, kid. That was a big win out there. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.”
Stone nods, still catching his breath, and extends a hand.
Rex Stone: “Thanks, Wolfe. I owe you one.”
Bernard Wolfe: shaking his hand “You don’t owe me a thing. Just keep showing that fire, and you’ll be fine.”
The two share a brief moment of mutual respect before Wolfe pats Stone on the shoulder and walks off. Stone watches him go, his confidence bolstered by the unexpected ally. The camera lingers on Stone, a determined look crossing his face as he picks up his bag and heads to his locker room. The scene fades to black.
Backstage
Ready to Represent
The scene opens in the hallway outside the office of General Manager James Von Drake. The door swings open, and Masafumi Satake, the reigning IPWA Heavyweight Champion, steps inside. He’s dressed sharply, as always, but looks slightly fatigued, his travel schedule clearly catching up with him. Satake adjusts his jacket and approaches Von Drake’s desk, where the GM sits reviewing paperwork.
James Von Drake: looking up with a smile “Satake! Good to see you. You look like you’ve had quite the week.”
Masafumi Satake: chuckling softly “You could say that. Jet lag is hitting me harder than a steel chair right now. But wrestling in Japan again… it was an honor. To perform in front of my home crowd, even for a short time, reminded me why I do this. The respect, the energy—it was something I’ll carry with me into the ring every time.”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, nodding in approval.
James Von Drake: “I heard about that. You and Dash Diaz gave Kaneda a good fight, even if the ending didn’t go your way. But hey, that’s what makes you a true champion—you never back down from a challenge.”
Masafumi Satake: smirking “Speaking of challenges, that’s why I’m here. My open challenge for Uprising 100… has anyone answered yet? I want to know who’s ready to step up and test themselves against the best.”
Von Drake picks up a folder and flips through some notes, glancing at Satake with a teasing grin.
James Von Drake: “Oh, I’ve had some interesting names throw their hats into the ring. Trust me, you’ve got people paying attention. But there’s still time for others to show interest. I’m letting the competition build—it’s Uprising 100, after all. We want this to be huge.”
Satake nods, his expression a mix of anticipation and determination.
Masafumi Satake: “I trust your judgment, Von Drake. But make no mistake—whoever it is, they better bring their absolute best. Wrestling is more than a sport; it’s a sacred bond between competitors and the fans. Especially for a milestone event like Uprising 100, I’ll be ready to represent everything this championship stands for.”
Von Drake gives a nod of approval, his respect for Satake evident.
James Von Drake: “And that’s why you’re the champ, Satake. Now, get some rest. You’ve earned it after that trip to Japan. Just don’t fall asleep before your next match.”
Satake laughs, his fatigue momentarily forgotten.
Masafumi Satake: “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Von Drake.”
Satake turns to leave, his shoulders squared despite his jet lag. As he exits the office, the camera lingers on Von Drake, who watches him go with a thoughtful look before returning to his paperwork. The scene fades.
Eight Man Tag Team Match
Hate Eternal vs. Stevie Rigg, Maverick Matthews & The Starr Brothers
Vignette
Chasing the Edge
The screen fades from black to a gritty, desolate mountain range, the peaks capped with snow. A figure in a hooded jacket trudges up a steep incline, boots crunching against the gravel. As the camera pans in, it reveals Caleb Knox, his face etched with determination, his breath visible in the cold air.
Caleb Knox (voiceover):
“I’ve spent my life chasing the edge. That place where the body screams to quit, but the mind refuses to give in. It’s not a place for everyone. It’s not supposed to be.”
The scene shifts to a dimly lit gym, the clanging of weights echoing through the space. Caleb is shown working out with an intensity that borders on obsessive—pushing a loaded sled, landing brutal strikes on a heavy bag, and performing grueling squats. His sweat drips onto the floor, but he never wavers, his focus unbreakable.
Caleb Knox (voiceover):
“In Denver, we don’t just climb mountains—we conquer them. Every step is a battle, and every battle makes you stronger. That’s what drives me. That’s what made me ‘Iron Heart.’”
The screen transitions to footage of professional wrestling matches. Knox is shown hitting opponents with precision strikes, deadlift suplexes, and a devastating running knee strike, leaving them crumpled on the mat. His expression remains stoic throughout, his eyes locked on his opponent as if dissecting them piece by piece.
Caleb Knox (voiceover):
“I don’t care about shortcuts. I don’t care about the easy road. I’m here to do the work, to fight the fights that others run from. And when I step into that ring for the first time, I’m bringing every ounce of blood, sweat, and fire I’ve built my life on.”
The screen cuts to Knox sitting on a bench in a dark locker room, taping his fists. The camera focuses on his intense gaze as he finally speaks directly into it.
Caleb Knox:
“Project Violence has never seen anyone like me. They don’t know what it means to have an ‘Iron Heart.’ But soon… they will.”
The final shot shows Knox standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the mountains, his silhouette framed by a fiery orange sunset. The words “Caleb Knox – Coming Soon” appear on the screen as a faint heartbeat sound builds, crescendoing into silence.
Fade to black.
Ringside
Legendary Status
The crowd at the Amway Center in Orlando is electric as the theme music of Elijah Drake hits. The veteran wrestler, a cornerstone of Project: Violence and an international star, strides out onto the stage. Dressed in his signature leather jacket, his demeanor is a mix of gratitude and determination. The fans erupt into chants of “E-LI-JAH! E-LI-JAH!” as he makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand.
Drake steps into the ring, looking out at the sea of fans with a reflective smile. The chants grow louder, and Drake raises his hand to quiet them, visibly moved by the reception.
Elijah Drake:
“pausing, soaking in the chants Man… thank you. Thank you, Orlando. Thank you, Project: Violence fans. Nights like this remind me why I laced up these boots for the first time nearly twenty years ago.”
The crowd cheers again, showing their appreciation for the legendary wrestler.
Elijah Drake:
“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’ve heard people calling me a legend. People saying I’m one of the best to ever step into a P:V ring. And while I’m grateful for every bit of that love, there’s a part of me that doesn’t feel like I’ve earned it. You see… a legend? A true legend? They’ve got the big one. They’ve held the Project: Violence Heavyweight Championship. And me? I never have.”
The crowd reacts with sympathetic boos and chants of “You deserve it!” Drake paces the ring, his voice growing more impassioned.
Elijah Drake:
“I’ve fought around the world. I’ve bled for this business. I’ve stood side by side with the best—guys like my brother from another mother, Night, over in Japan. But here in Project: Violence, the one thing that’s eluded me—the one thing that cements a legacy—is the top prize. The Heavyweight Championship.”
Drake pauses, his voice cracking slightly as he looks directly into the camera.
Elijah Drake:
“At Uprising 100, I’m stepping into the biggest match of my career. Not because it’s another main event—God knows I’ve had my share—but because this time, it’s about finally proving to myself that I belong in the conversation of the greatest. Adam Garcia…”
The crowd pops at the mention of the current champion, though some boos mix in from Drake’s loyal fans.
Elijah Drake:
“You’ve been a dominant champion. You’ve been a beast. But at Uprising 100, you’re looking at a man who’s ready to put it all on the line. I’m not coming to wrestle you. I’m not coming to survive. I’m coming to take that title and cement my legacy once and for all.”
The fans erupt into cheers as Drake lowers the microphone, his eyes blazing with determination. Suddenly, “Mad Bull” Adam Garcia’s theme hits, and the atmosphere shifts. The Heavyweight Champion marches out with purpose, the title belt slung over his shoulder. He steps into the ring, his imposing presence towering over Drake. The crowd is buzzing as the two stand face to face.
Garcia lifts the Heavyweight Championship high in the air, his expression cold and defiant. The fans react with a mix of cheers and boos, sensing the tension between these two titans.
Drake doesn’t flinch. He looks up at the championship, then back at Garcia, his jaw set in determination. Garcia leans in, muttering something inaudible, but the intensity is clear. Drake responds by holding his ground, the two locking eyes as the crowd chants, “U-PRIS-ING! U-PRIS-ING!”
The screen fades to black with the image of Garcia holding the championship high and Drake staring him down, the battle lines clearly drawn as the road to Uprising 100 becomes even more heated.
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