P:V Uprising 99
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Amway Center, Orlando, Florida
23rd November 2024
The cameras pan over a sold-out Amway Center in Orlando, Florida, where thousands of passionate fans are on their feet, holding up signs and chanting, “P:V! P:V!” Pyro explodes on the stage, bathing the arena in a dazzling array of lights as the intro music for Project: Violence Uprising blares through the speakers. The camera then cuts to the commentary desk where Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos are seated, ready to guide the fans through the night.
Zac Brindle:
“Welcome, everyone, to P:V Uprising 99, live from the electric Amway Center in Orlando, Florida! I’m Zac Brindle, alongside my partner in mayhem, Johnny Kaos, and we are just one week away from the monumental Uprising 100! But tonight, the action is hotter than ever as we make the final stop on the road to that historic night!”
Johnny Kaos:
“You got that right, Zac! Tonight’s card is stacked, and you can feel the tension in the air as rivalries boil over! We’ve got everything from personal vendettas to momentum-shifting battles as these competitors try to stake their claim before next week!”
Zac Brindle:
“Kicking things off, we’ll see the unrelenting Darrell Robles go one-on-one with the tenacious Bernard Wolfe! Wolfe has been helping the younger talent find their way, but tonight he faces a man who’s out for destruction!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Speaking of rivalries, how about this one? The enigmatic Steven Love looks to settle the score with the up-and-coming James Mendoza, and you know Love has some tricks up his sleeve!”
Zac Brindle:
“And in tag team action, it’s all about climbing the ranks as The Starr Brothers take on the scrappy and determined Ordinary Gentlemen! Both teams are hungry to prove they’re next in line for a shot at gold!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Hungry’s a good word for it, but you know who’s more than just hungry? Midas! The masked monster is furious after coming up short against Adam Garcia a few weeks ago, and tonight, he looks to take out his frustrations on Teddy Rush in what’s sure to be a war!”
Zac Brindle:
“And if that’s not enough, our main event will pit the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship, Elijah Drake, against the towering and unpredictable Boyd Jackson! Drake is looking to stay sharp before his title clash at Uprising 100, but Jackson is the kind of competitor who can derail anyone’s momentum!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Momentum’s one thing, Zac, but respect is another, and Elijah Drake knows he has to earn every ounce of it next week. Can he survive tonight’s brutal test?”
Zac Brindle:
“Stick with us, folks! The road to Uprising 100 continues tonight, and it’s going to be one hell of a ride! Let’s get to the action!”
The camera cuts to the stage as the first competitor’s entrance music hits, and the crowd roars, ready for the night to begin.
Single Match
Darrell Robles vs. Bernard Wolfe
Ringside
Returning the Favour
The crowd erupts as Bernard Wolfe raises his hand in victory, having just secured a hard-fought win against Darrell Robles. Wolfe, breathing heavily but standing tall, nods to the fans in appreciation of their cheers. The referee raises his arm, but Wolfe pulls away, keeping his focus on Robles, who is stirring on the mat. Wolfe takes a step toward the ropes, ready to exit, but the atmosphere changes as Robles glares at him with a sinister expression.
Zac Brindle:
“What a victory for Bernard Wolfe, but look at Darrell Robles! He’s not taking this loss lightly!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Robles is fuming, Zac! This guy doesn’t handle defeat well—look out!”
As Wolfe turns to leave, Robles suddenly charges and clubs Wolfe from behind with a brutal forearm, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd boos as Robles begins stomping on Wolfe with unrelenting fury.
Zac Brindle:
“Come on! This is uncalled for! The match is over!”
Johnny Kaos:
“This is what Robles does, Zac! He doesn’t care about rules—he cares about making a statement!”
Robles lifts Wolfe up and drives him back into the corner, hammering him with vicious punches. Wolfe tries to fight back, but Robles is relentless, roaring as he continues the assault. The boos grow louder, but then a sudden cheer ripples through the crowd as Rex Stone’s music hits!
Zac Brindle:
“Here comes Rex Stone! We saw Bernard Wolfe help Stone last week, and now it’s time for payback!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Why is this kid sticking his nose in Robles’ business? He’s about to regret it!”
Stone sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, immediately engaging Robles with a flurry of punches. The younger wrestler’s speed catches Robles off guard, forcing him to stumble back. Stone hits the ropes and connects with a dropkick that sends Robles tumbling through the ropes to the floor. The crowd erupts as Robles glares at Stone, seething with rage.
Zac Brindle:
“Rex Stone just turned the tide! Darrell Robles wanted to send a message, but Stone had other plans!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Robles looks furious, Zac! This is far from over, trust me!”
Robles paces at ringside, pointing angrily at Stone, who checks on Wolfe and helps him to his feet. Wolfe pats Stone on the shoulder, showing his respect, as the two share a quick nod. The crowd cheers the show of camaraderie as Robles backs up the ramp, fuming but seemingly plotting his next move.
Zac Brindle:
“Bernard Wolfe and Rex Stone standing tall tonight, but you can bet Darrell Robles isn’t done with either of these men!”
Johnny Kaos:
“This kid Stone is brave, but bravery might get him hurt if he keeps crossing a guy like Robles!”
The camera lingers on Robles at the top of the ramp, his eyes burning with rage, before cutting back to the ring, where Wolfe and Stone raise their arms to the delight of the crowd.
Backstage
Passion
The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Amway Center as a sleek black SUV pulls up. The crowd inside the arena can be heard buzzing as the driver’s door opens, and P:V Heavyweight Champion Adam Garcia steps out. Draped in his signature leather jacket and carrying the championship belt proudly over his shoulder, Garcia exudes confidence as he strides toward the arena entrance. Suddenly, Elena Cruz rushes into the frame, microphone in hand, eager for a word with the champion.
Elena Cruz:
“Adam, Adam! A quick moment of your time? Last week, Elijah Drake cut a fiery promo about why winning the P:V Heavyweight Championship at Uprising 100 means so much to him. The fans were electric for it—what’s your reaction to his words?”
Garcia stops, adjusts the title on his shoulder, and looks Elena square in the eyes. His expression is calm, but there’s an unmistakable edge to his voice.
Adam Garcia:
“You know, Elena, I saw the promo. Heard every word Elijah Drake had to say. He stood in that ring, pouring his heart out, talking about his legacy, his career, and his so-called failures. And yeah, the fans ate it up because Elijah knows how to pull at their heartstrings.”
Garcia smirks, tilting his head slightly as the intensity in his voice builds.
Adam Garcia:
“But you know what I heard? Excuses. I heard a man trying to justify why he’s never been able to reach the top. A man hoping that one big moment will erase twenty years of coming up short. Elijah Drake may think this is his time, his legacy, but this right here?”
*Garcia taps the championship belt on his shoulder with a sharp *thud.*
Adam Garcia:
“This isn’t about legacy. This isn’t about redemption. This is about being the best. And right now, Elena, I’m the best. Not Drake. Not anyone else. So he can talk all he wants, get the fans all hyped up, but when Uprising 100 rolls around? I’m going to show him exactly why he’s spent twenty years chasing what I already own.”
Elena hesitates for a moment, sensing the intensity radiating from Garcia.
Elena Cruz:
“Does that mean you don’t respect his journey? His passion?”
Garcia narrows his eyes at her, his voice dropping to a cold, deliberate tone.
Adam Garcia:
“I respect his passion. I respect his journey. But respect doesn’t win championships, Elena. I’m not walking into Uprising 100 to respect Elijah Drake—I’m walking in to beat him. End of story.”
With that, Garcia adjusts the title on his shoulder one last time and walks past Elena, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the hallway. The camera lingers on Elena, who looks both impressed and slightly rattled by the champion’s words.
Elena Cruz:
“Well, there you have it. The champion isn’t here to make friends or admire legacies—he’s here to prove why he’s at the top. Uprising 100 is shaping up to be a must-see battle.”
The camera fades to the next scene.
Single Match
Steven Love vs. James Mendoza
Backstage
Anticipation
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Masafumi Satake, the stoic and formidable IPWA Heavyweight Champion, is walking purposefully down the hall. His title gleams over his shoulder, and his demeanor is calm but focused. Satake reaches the door of General Manager James Von Drake’s office and knocks firmly before entering.
Masafumi Satake:
“Mr. Von Drake, I’m here to talk about the open challenge for next week.”
Von Drake, seated behind his desk with papers scattered around, looks up with a sly grin, clearly expecting Satake.
James Von Drake:
“Ah, Satake. I figured you’d stop by. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
Masafumi Satake:
“Of course. I take great pride in defending this championship, no matter who stands across from me. The fans, this title, and this business deserve a fight worthy of Uprising 100. So, do you have an answer? Who’s stepping up?”
Von Drake leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head as he studies Satake with an air of amusement.
James Von Drake:
“Oh, I’ve got an answer. And trust me, it’s going to be one hell of a match. Someone who’s more than ready to push you to your limits. But here’s the thing…”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk with a grin that hints at mischief.
James Von Drake:
“I’m not telling you yet.”
Satake’s calm expression shifts slightly, showing a flicker of annoyance as he steps closer to the desk.
Masafumi Satake:
“Why the secrecy, Von Drake? If you have someone, just say it.”
James Von Drake:
“Patience, champ. See, Uprising 100 is special—it’s a milestone. I want the world talking about that show before it even happens. I want the fans on the edge of their seats. And what better way to do that than to keep them—and you—guessing? All I can tell you is this: you better be ready for a fight like no other.”
Satake exhales sharply, clearly not thrilled about the lack of clarity, but he nods nonetheless, his professionalism shining through.
Masafumi Satake:
“I don’t care who it is. I’ve traveled the world, faced the best, and walked out victorious. Whoever it is, they’ll find out the hard way why I’m the IPWA Heavyweight Champion.”
Von Drake smirks, clearly enjoying the tension.
James Von Drake:
“That’s the spirit, champ. Now, get some rest—you’re going to need it.”
Satake adjusts the title on his shoulder, giving Von Drake one last stern look before turning and walking out of the office. The camera lingers on Von Drake, who’s now leaning back with a satisfied grin.
James Von Drake:
“Next week’s going to be… unforgettable.”
The scene fades as the anticipation for Uprising 100 continues to build.
Tag Team Match
The Starr Brothers vs. The Ordinary Gentlemen
Ringside
Eternal Hate
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts into cheers as Darren and Simon Starr, the Starr Brothers, stand victorious in the ring over the fallen Ordinary Gentlemen. The brothers celebrate, Simon hopping up onto the turnbuckle to pump up the crowd while Darren claps for their hard-earned victory. The commentators add their thoughts over the roaring fans.
Zac Brindle:
“The Starr Brothers with an impressive win tonight! These two are making a serious case for being future contenders for the tag team championships.”
Johnny Kaos:
“Future? Try immediate! But hold on, Zac… What’s this?”
Suddenly, the lights dim slightly, and ominous music plays over the PA system. The unmistakable presence of Hate Eternal emerges as Hate Watson, Masashi Miike, Anderson Alvarez, and Asume Sukeban walk onto the stage. Watson and Miike hold their IPWA International Tag Team Championships high, smirking as they lead their group toward the ring. The crowd showers them with boos.
Zac Brindle:
“Oh, no. Hate Eternal in full force, and they’re headed this way!”
Johnny Kaos:
“The Starr Brothers better enjoy their moment—it might be their last! These guys are sharks, and they smell blood!”
The Starr Brothers tense up, standing their ground in the ring. Darren motions for Simon to stay close as Hate Eternal encircles the ring like predators. Watson grabs a microphone, sneering as he addresses the brothers.
Hate Watson:
“Congratulations, boys. You had your little moment in the spotlight, didn’t you? But don’t get too comfortable, because the real champions are here. And let’s get one thing straight—you two aren’t even in our league.”
The crowd boos louder as Hate Eternal climb onto the apron, ready to storm the ring. Darren and Simon brace themselves for the inevitable fight. But just as Hate Eternal start to step through the ropes—
Johnny Kaos:
“Wait a second—look at the ramp!”
The crowd pops as Stevie Rigg sprints down the entrance ramp, a steel chair in hand! The fearless Rigg slides into the ring and immediately swings the chair, forcing Hate Eternal to jump off the apron to avoid the blow. The brothers regroup beside Rigg, who stands defiantly, pointing the chair at the retreating faction.
Zac Brindle:
“Stevie Rigg is here to even the odds! He’s had enough of Hate Eternal’s antics!”
Johnny Kaos:
“This guy’s nuts! Four-on-one last week, and now he’s back for more? I’ve gotta respect it!”
On the outside, Hate Eternal regroup, furious at being thwarted. Watson glares up at the trio in the ring, seething as he shouts.
Hate Watson:
“This isn’t over! You hear me? You’re all going to regret this!”
Rigg, Darren, and Simon stare them down, the fans firmly behind them. The camera focuses on Rigg, gripping the steel chair tightly, as the crowd chants “RIGG! RIGG! RIGG!”
Zac Brindle:
“The Starr Brothers and Stevie Rigg standing tall tonight, but you have to believe Hate Eternal won’t let this go!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, this is far from over, Zac. You poke the bear, you better be ready for the claws!”
The show cuts to commercial with the trio in the ring celebrating, while Hate Eternal retreat up the ramp, plotting their next move.
Backstage
Ready for 100
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Elena Cruz stands with a mic in hand, beaming her signature smile. Beside her is the rugged and determined Teddy Rush, who is visibly focused, adjusting his wrist tape as the interview begins.
Elena Cruz:
“Teddy, tonight you face one of the most intimidating forces in Project: Violence, Midas. After his recent string of dominance, how are you preparing for this challenge?”
Teddy Rush:
Mildly smirking, but with a serious undertone.
“You know, Elena, Midas is a beast, no doubt about it. But I’ve faced monsters before, and I’ve come out on the other side. He might have the size, the power, and that twisted manager Katya Roux whispering in his ear, but what I have is heart. And heart doesn’t back down. Tonight, I’m going to stand toe-to-toe with him and prove that no matter how big the challenge, I’m always ready for the fight.”
The crowd watching on the monitors cheers for Rush’s words, but the atmosphere quickly shifts as the camera pans to the side. Entering the frame is none other than Gabriel Cross, “The Holy Avenger,” a smug smirk plastered across his face. The crowd’s reaction turns to loud boos as Cross, dressed in his sleek leather jacket, leans casually against a nearby crate.
Gabriel Cross:
Mocking tone.
“Heart. Courage. Determination. Blah, blah, blah. You’re like a broken record, Rush. Always talking about standing up, overcoming the odds, fighting the good fight. It’s nauseating.”
Teddy narrows his eyes at Cross, clearly unimpressed. Elena, sensing the tension, steps slightly to the side.
Teddy Rush:
Firmly.
“Gabriel, if you’ve got something to say, then stop hiding behind your cheap insults and spit it out.”
Gabriel Cross:
Stepping closer, sneering.
“Oh, I’ll say it loud and clear, Teddy. Next week, at Uprising 100, it’s going to be you and me, one-on-one in that ring. And let’s see how much ‘heart’ you’ve got when you’re flat on your back looking up at The Holy Avenger.“
The tension is electric as Cross glares at Rush, who steps forward until the two are nearly nose-to-nose.
Teddy Rush:
Without hesitation.
“I’ve been waiting for this, Cross. Next week, I’ll show you that there’s more to heart than you’ll ever understand. Bring everything you’ve got—you’re going to need it.”
Cross chuckles darkly, his smirk widening as he backs away, clearly satisfied with the tension he’s stirred up.
Gabriel Cross:
Turning to leave.
“Don’t worry, Teddy. I’ll bring it. And next week, you’ll finally realize who the real chosen one is.”
As Cross exits the frame, Rush takes a deep breath, visibly amped up by the confrontation. Elena regains her composure, stepping back into frame.
Elena Cruz:
“Teddy, your thoughts heading into next week’s huge match with Gabriel Cross?”
Teddy Rush:
Turning to face the camera directly, his voice firm.
“My thoughts? Next week, it’s not just about me and Gabriel Cross. It’s about shutting up a guy who thinks the world revolves around him. He wants to test me? He’ll regret it.”
Rush storms off, leaving Elena to close the segment as the camera cuts away.
Single Match
Midas vs. Teddy Rush
Backstage
Watching Tape
The camera fades into a dimly lit lounge area backstage, where the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion Dash Diaz is seated in front of a monitor. The screen displays highlights of Katsuhiro Kaneda, the RSPW Junior Heavyweight Champion, executing his brutal and precise offense in past matches. Diaz leans forward, intensely focused, jotting down notes in a small notebook beside him.
The footage on the screen shows Kaneda delivering his signature moves, and the sound of the commentary in Japanese echoes faintly in the background. Diaz rewinds a clip of Kaneda countering a springboard move with a devastating knee strike, shaking his head as he pauses the playback.
Dash Diaz:
Murmuring to himself.
“Guy’s a machine. No wasted motion, no openings… Gotta stay one step ahead.”
As he rewinds another clip, the door to the lounge creaks open, and Elena Cruz steps inside, mic in hand. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to interrupt, but Diaz glances back and waves her in.
Dash Diaz:
Smirking slightly.
“Let me guess—everyone’s wondering if I’m ready for Kaneda next week.”
Elena Cruz:
Nods, stepping closer.
“You’ve got it, Dash. After what happened in Japan last week, the stakes couldn’t be higher for your champion-versus-champion clash. How are you feeling as the match approaches?”
Dash Diaz:
Turning to face her, his tone serious but confident.
“Kaneda’s no joke, Elena. He’s one of the best—maybe the best—in his weight class. But that’s exactly why I went to Japan the other week. I wanted to step into his world, feel the energy of his home crowd, and look him in the eye. Sure, he got the jump on me and Satake with that chair shot, but I’m not here to cry about it. I’m here to prepare.”
Diaz gestures toward the monitor, where Kaneda’s footage is frozen mid-strike.
Dash Diaz:
“Every move he makes, every counter, every tell—I’m studying it all. I know what he’s capable of, and I know he’ll bring everything he’s got next week. But that’s fine by me, because I’ve got something he can’t study—my heart, my grit, and my ability to adapt. Next week, when we step into that ring, he’s going to learn why I’m the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Champion.”
Elena Cruz:
Impressed, nodding.
“It sounds like you’re more than ready for this challenge. Any final words for Kaneda, in case he’s watching?”
Dash Diaz:
Turning back to the camera, his expression fierce.
“Kaneda, I respect what you’ve done in this business, but respect doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you. Next week, at Uprising 100, it’s champion versus champion, and I’m coming to prove that my belt isn’t just a title—it’s a legacy. Bring your A-game, because you’re going to need it.”
Diaz turns back to the monitor, unpausing the video and resuming his study. The camera lingers on his focused expression before fading to black.
Single Match
Elijah Drake vs. Boyd Jackson
Ringside
Who?
The crowd at the Amway Center erupts as the bell rings, signaling Elijah Drake’s hard-fought victory over the monstrous Boyd Jackson. Drake, exhausted but triumphant, raises his arm in the center of the ring, soaking in the adulation of the fans. The commentators, Zac Brindle and Johnny Kaos, recap the match as Drake celebrates.
Zac Brindle:
“What a victory for Elijah Drake! He just proved why he’s one of the greatest in Project: Violence history, overcoming the brute force of Boyd Jackson!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Yeah, but let’s not forget—he’s got bigger things on his mind. In just one week at Uprising 100, he’s stepping into the ring with the Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia. The stakes couldn’t be higher!”
Drake climbs the turnbuckle, pointing to the cheering fans and motioning around his waist, signaling his intention to claim the Heavyweight Championship. As he steps down and raises his fist in the ring, suddenly—
The arena lights go out, plunging the crowd into darkness.
Zac Brindle:
“Whoa, wait a minute—what’s going on?!”
Johnny Kaos:
“The lights are out! What the hell is happening?”
The crowd murmurs and gasps in confusion, their cell phones lighting up the arena. A few seconds later, the lights snap back on, and the scene shocks everyone: Elijah Drake is sprawled out on the mat, motionless. The fans erupt into a mix of boos and stunned silence.
Zac Brindle:
“Elijah Drake is down! What just happened?!”
Johnny Kaos:
“Someone just laid him out, but who?! We didn’t see a thing!”
The camera pans around the ring, searching for clues, but there’s no sign of anyone nearby. The fans chant loudly, their suspicions rising as the commentators speculate.
Zac Brindle:
“Could it have been Adam Garcia? The timing, the mind games—it makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Johnny Kaos:
“If it was the champ, he just sent a brutal message. But what if it wasn’t? What if someone else wants to make sure Elijah Drake doesn’t even make it to Uprising 100?”
The show closes with a wide shot of the ring, the camera focusing on Drake lying prone on the mat. The crowd buzzes with uncertainty as the commentators sign off.
Zac Brindle:
“Folks, we’re out of time! Elijah Drake is down, and we have no idea who’s responsible. Tune in next week for Uprising 100—it’s going to be explosive!”
The final image is of Elijah Drake, unconscious and alone, as the screen fades to black.
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