[The scene opens with Puck seated on a plane, the hum of engines providing a backdrop to his contemplative expression. The journey back home to Canada is underway, and Puck seizes the opportunity to address the events that unfolded at P:V Uprising.]

Puck: Uprising, where a sixty-minute war of attrition ended in a draw. Some might call it a testament to our endurance, a showcase of skill, but I see it as a missed opportunity. In that ring, time became an adversary, a force that denied resolution.

[He leans back in his seat, the memories of the match playing in his mind.]

Puck: When the final bell rang, my opponent extended a hand, a gesture of respect. But in that moment, something snapped within me. The frustration, the battle scars, the reminder that victory eluded my grasp – it all boiled over.

[Puck looks out the plane window, the landscape below a blur.]

Puck: The low blow, the unexpected strike, call it what you will. It was a statement, a declaration that in the face of a stalemate, I refuse to settle for a mere draw. Respect, camaraderie – those things don’t win matches. In this world, you seize victory by any means necessary.

[His eyes reflect a mix of determination and defiance.]

Puck: Some might question my actions, wonder why I chose that path. But in the unforgiving realm of professional wrestling, every move is calculated. Every decision is a step towards a goal. Uprising was a reminder – victories aren’t handed out; they’re taken.

[As the plane continues its journey, Puck takes a deep breath, his focus unwavering.]

Puck: Canada, my home, awaits. The draw at Uprising is just a chapter, not the end. P:V, be ready, for the storm is brewing. When I step into that ring again, it won’t be for a draw; it’ll be for dominance, for victory, and for the undeniable truth that Puck is a force that cannot be denied.

[The scene fades as Puck settles into his journey home, the echoes of Uprising lingering in his mind.]