sVo Showdown 178
Live on the HOTv Network on PWA:TV
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
31st March 2024
[The arena is alive with anticipation as the camera pans across the bustling crowd, the bright lights of the Goodfellas Casino Arena illuminating the excitement in the air. Spectators eagerly fill the seats, their anticipation palpable as they await the night’s electrifying showdown.]
[Cut to ringside where the commentators, Julian Fiasco and Jermiah Sloan, sit poised and ready to call the action.]
Julian Fiasco: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another thrilling edition of Showdown! We’re coming to you live from the heart of Las Vegas, where tonight promises to be nothing short of spectacular!
Jermiah Sloan: That’s right, Julian! The stakes are higher than ever as we gear up for an explosive main event! Anthony Moretti, the sVo Champion and leader of Blood Money, puts his title on the line against a man who’s been making waves lately, ‘the Big Apple Brawler’ Frankie Malone.
Julian Fiasco: Malone may be on a bit of a losing streak as of late, but let’s not forget his undeniable talent and the drive to prove himself on the grandest stage of them all. Can he defy the odds and dethrone Moretti tonight? Only time will tell!
Jermiah Sloan: And with tensions running high between these two competitors, you can bet there’s no love lost between them. But that’s not all, folks! We’ve got a jam-packed lineup of action, including explosive matches, shocking surprises, and everything in between!
Julian Fiasco: That’s right, Jermiah! So grab your popcorn and settle in, because tonight, the Goodfellas Casino Arena is about to become the hottest ticket in town! Don’t miss a moment of the action, right here on Showdown!
[The crowd roars in anticipation as the camera pans across the arena, capturing the electric atmosphere as Showdown 178 is about to kick off in grand style.]
Backstage
The Long Arm of the Law
The camera cuts to the entrance of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the anticipation for tonight’s event is palpable. Fans line up outside, eager to witness another thrilling night of sVo action. Suddenly, the scene shifts to the parking lot, where a familiar figure approaches, none other than Johnny All Star.
Jermiah Sloan: “Tonight, the tension is at an all-time high as our superstars gear up for intense battles inside the ring. But before the action kicks off, let’s see what’s unfolding in the backstage area.”
As Johnny All Star attempts to enter the arena, he’s abruptly stopped by security, setting the stage for an unexpected turn of events.
Security Guard: Hold it right there, Johnny. You’re not getting in tonight.
Johnny All Star: What do you mean I’m not getting in? I’m scheduled to compete tonight!
Security Guard: Sorry, but I’ve been instructed by Amy Page herself. You’re banned from the building.
Johnny All Star: This is ridiculous! You can’t keep me out!
Security Guard: I’m just following orders, Johnny. You’ll have to take it up with Amy Page.
As Johnny All Star storms away, he doesn’t notice Trailer Trash Terry lurking nearby. Suddenly, Terry pounces, blindsiding All Star with a vicious attack. The two engage in a heated brawl, exchanging punches and throws.
Johnny All Star: You’ll pay for this, Terry!
Trailer Trash Terry: Ha! You’re all talk, All Star!
The brawl intensifies as security rushes to the scene, trying to separate the two. Eventually, police arrive and manage to cuff both men, ending the chaotic scene.
Police Officer: Alright, that’s enough! You two are coming with us!
As Johnny All Star and Trailer Trash Terry are escorted away, the tension between them remains palpable, promising more explosive confrontations in the future.
Backstage
Confidence
[The backstage area of the Goodfellas Casino Arena is bustling with activity as the camera focuses on the arrival of Anthony Moretti, the sVo Champion, accompanied by his cohorts from Blood Money: Junior Gambino, Joe Barone, and Nicky Columbo. The group exudes an aura of confidence as they stride purposefully towards the locker room area.]
Anthony Moretti: [Addressing his comrades] Alright, listen up. Tonight’s the night we show everyone why Blood Money runs this place. Frankie Malone may think he stands a chance against me, but we all know how this is going to end.
Junior Gambino: You got that right, boss. Malone’s been on a losing streak lately. He’s no match for you.
Joe Barone: Yeah, he’s just another chump who thinks he can take on the champ.
Nicky Columbo: [Nodding in agreement] Ain’t nobody in this place who can touch you, Moretti.
Anthony Moretti: Damn right. And that’s why I want you guys to hang back tonight. I don’t need any distractions. This one’s gonna be over before it even starts.
Junior Gambino: You got it, boss. We’ll keep an eye on things from backstage.
Joe Barone: Just make sure you bring that title back to us where it belongs.
Nicky Columbo: We’ll be rooting for you, champ.
[Moretti nods in appreciation before heading towards the locker room area, his confidence unwavering as he prepares for his title defense against Frankie Malone.]
sVo Championship Match
Anthony Moretti (c) vs. Frankie Malone
Ringside
#ANDNEW!
[The arena erupts with disbelief and excitement as the referee’s hand slaps the mat for the third and final time, signaling the end of the match. The bell rings, and the crowd noise reaches a fever pitch as Frankie Malone is declared the new sVo Champion.]
Julian Fiasco: Ladies and gentlemen, we have just witnessed history here tonight! Frankie Malone has done the unthinkable and defeated Anthony Moretti to become the new sVo Champion!
Jeremiah Sloan: This is absolutely incredible, Julian! Malone, who has been on a losing streak as of late, has defied the odds and captured the most coveted prize in the sVo!
[In the ring, Malone is overcome with emotion as he clutches the sVo Championship tightly to his chest. The crowd showers him with adulation, cheering and chanting his name.]
Julian Fiasco: Look at the jubilation on Malone’s face! This is a moment he will never forget!
[Meanwhile, Anthony Moretti is seething with rage, arguing vehemently with the referee and gesturing towards Malone. The rest of Blood Money, Junior Gambino, Joe Barone, and Nicky Columbo, rush down to ringside, their expressions a mix of shock and anger.]
Jeremiah Sloan: Moretti can’t believe what just happened! But it looks like Blood Money is making their way to the ring!
[As Blood Money surrounds the ring, Malone quickly senses the danger and makes a split-second decision. With the sVo Championship held high above his head, Malone dives out of the ring and disappears into the sea of fans at ringside.]
Julian Fiasco: Malone is making a run for it! He’s escaping through the crowd with the sVo Championship!
Jeremiah Sloan: What a smart move by Malone! He’s secured the victory and the title, and he’s getting out of dodge before Blood Money can get their hands on him!
[The crowd roars with approval as Malone disappears from view, leaving Blood Money seething with frustration in the ring. The scene fades with Malone’s triumphant escape and the realization that a new era has begun in the sVo.]
Backstage
Team Captain
[In the office of COO Amy Page, the tension is palpable as everyone watches the monitor in shock at Frankie Malone’s unexpected victory over Anthony Moretti for the sVo Championship. Amy Page turns to Rick Reid, her enforcer, and the Dogs of War, who are also present in the room.]
Amy Page: (grimacing) Well, that certainly wasn’t what we were expecting… But we need to focus on the task at hand tonight. Rick, I need you to work with the Dogs of War in the six-man tag team match. It’s crucial that we come out on top.
[Rick Reid, visibly conflicted, looks around the room before finally nodding his head in reluctant agreement.]
Rick Reid: Fine, I’ll do it. But we do this my way. You follow my lead out there.
[Amy Page nods, acknowledging Reid’s condition, though James Shephard, the manager of the Dogs of War, doesn’t seem pleased with the arrangement.]
James Shephard: Hold on a minute. We’re not some hired guns to be bossed around by anyone. We know what we’re doing out there.
[Amy Page raises her hand to silence the objections.]
Amy Page: Gentlemen, let’s remember why we’re here. We’re a team, and we need to work together to achieve our goals. If that means following Rick’s lead tonight, then so be it. We’ll discuss the details before the match.
[With tensions still simmering, the group begins to disperse, each member lost in their own thoughts as they prepare for the upcoming match.]
Backstage
Fast Count Pt.1
[In the backstage area, Anthony Moretti storms towards the Blood Money locker room, his frustration evident on his face. The rest of Blood Money, including Junior Gambino, Joe Barone, and Nicky Columbo, are already inside, discussing their next move.]
Anthony Moretti: (angrily) This is unacceptable! That referee made a fast count! I demand justice!
[As Moretti bursts into the locker room, the rest of Blood Money turns their attention to him, sensing his anger.]
Junior Gambino: Whoa, calm down, Anthony. What happened out there?
Anthony Moretti: What happened?! I’ll tell you what happened! That incompetent referee made a fast count, and now I’ve lost my championship!
Nicky Columbo: (nodding) Yeah, that did seem a bit fishy. Anti Italian discrimination!
Joe Barone: You want us to bring him here, boss?
[Moretti pauses, considering his options, before nodding firmly.]
Anthony Moretti: Yes. Bring me Hector Arena. I need to have a word with him. Now!
[With a determined look, the members of Blood Money nod in agreement, ready to carry out Moretti’s orders. They exit the locker room, determined to confront the referee and get answers.]
Six Man Tag Team Match
The Dogs of War & Rick Reid vs. Patriot Act
Ringside
Fast Count Pt.2
[As the Dogs of War and Rick Reid awkwardly celebrate their hard-fought victory in the ring together, their jubilation is short-lived as the atmosphere takes a tense turn.
Suddenly, the arena is engulfed in boos as the members of Blood Money—Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo—charge down the ramp with fury etched on their faces. Their target is clear as they converge on the ringside area, their sinister intentions palpable.
With ruthless efficiency, the trio seizes the referee, Hector Arena, from his position at ringside, their grip firm and unyielding. Arena struggles futilely against their hold, his expression a mix of fear and confusion as he is forcibly dragged away by the menacing trio.
The crowd’s jeers intensify as the scene unfolds before their eyes, their disdain for Blood Money’s underhanded tactics evident. The Dogs of War and Rick Reid watch on with confusion, unable to intervene as their hard-earned victory is tainted by Blood Money’s brazen interference.
As Barone, Gambino, and Columbo disappear into the backstage area with their captive, a sense of unease lingers in the air, signaling the beginning of a tumultuous chapter in the ongoing rivalry between Blood Money and their adversaries.]
Backstage
Spin the Wheel
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here backstage with the Las Vegas and Roulette Champion, JVD. JVD, tonight is shaping up to be quite the eventful night, especially with the unexpected turn of events involving Anthony Moretti and Blood Money. What are your thoughts on the situation?
JVD stands tall, the championship belts draped over his shoulders, his expression serious yet composed.
JVD: Katie, Blood Money’s antics are nothing new. Moretti and his cronies are always stirring up trouble, but tonight feels different. Their loss earlier to Frankie Malone seems to have rattled them, and I’m sure they’ll be looking to retaliate in some way. But as always, I’ll be ready for whatever they throw my way.
Katie Smith: And speaking of your readiness, you have a title defense later tonight against Johnny Dorn. How are you feeling about defending your Roulette Championship against such a formidable opponent?
JVD nods thoughtfully, a glint of determination in his eyes.
JVD: That roulette wheel isn’t making it easy for me that’s for sure, but at least it’s not another Blood Money member. Johnny Dorn is a tough competitor, no doubt about it. But I didn’t become a champion by backing down from challenges. I’ll step into that ring tonight ready to defend this championship with everything I’ve got. Dorn may be hungry for victory, but so am I.
Before JVD can continue, the sound of footsteps interrupts the interview. Johnny Dorn strides into view, his gaze locked on JVD.
Johnny Dorn: You might be feeling confident, JVD, but tonight, that Roulette Championship is coming home where it belongs. And if it means ending your career in the process, then so be it.
JVD narrows his eyes, a steely resolve crossing his features as he meets Dorn’s challenge head-on.
JVD: We’ll see about that, Dorn. Tonight, in that ring, may the best man win.
With tensions simmering between them, JVD and Dorn share a tense stare-down as the scene fades to black.
sVo Roulette Championship Match
JVD vs. Johnny Dorn
Backstage
Fast Count Pt.3
Anthony Moretti: storming into Amy Page’s office Amy, this is outrageous! That match against Malone should be thrown out! The referee clearly cheated me out of my championship! You better fix this Page, or else!
Amy Page: calmly Anthony, I understand your frustration, but without evidence of wrongdoing, there’s nothing I can do.
Before Moretti can protest further, the door bursts open, and Blood Money enter, dragging a visibly shaken Hector Arena with them.
Joe Barone: gruffly Look who we found, boss.
Junior Gambino: smirking Turns out this ref has a guilty conscience.
Anthony Moretti: eyes narrowing Hector, did you cheat in my match against Malone?
Hector Arena: nervously I… I made a fast count. I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti.
Amy Page: sighs Well, there you have it. If Hector admits to wrongdoing, we have no choice but to address the situation.
Anthony Moretti: smirking Amy, I trust you’ll do the right thing and restart the match. Tonight.
Amy Page: nods Very well. The match will be restarted later tonight. But let’s make sure everything is fair and square this time. Hector, I’m afraid you have brought the entire sVo into disrepute with your actions, your fired!
As Blood Money grin triumphantly, Moretti nods in satisfaction, knowing that justice, in his eyes, will be served. Hector Arena pleads with Amy Page for his job until Joe Barone restrains him and carries him out of the office!
Single Match
Alex Sterling vs. Danny Domino
Ringside
Not Fair!
As the final bell rings, Alex Sterling stands victorious in the ring, his hand raised in triumph. Across the ring, ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino lies on the mat, seething with frustration and anger.
Danny Domino: clenching his fists This is ridiculous! It’s not fair!
Domino pounds the mat with his fists, his face contorted in a mix of rage and disbelief. He clamors to his feet, glaring at Sterling with intense animosity.
Danny Domino: This match shouldn’t count! Sterling had all the time in the world to prepare, while I was out there busting my ass last night! It’s not fair!
The crowd jeers at Domino’s protests, but he pays them no mind, his focus solely on Sterling.
Alex Sterling: smirking Hey, Danny, you know what they say: life’s not fair. Maybe next time, you’ll come out on top.
Sterling flashes a cocky grin as he exits the ring, leaving Domino seething with frustration in the center of the ring, his complaints falling on deaf ears.
Backstage
Must do Better
In the bustling backstage area of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, ‘the Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez and ‘the Natural’ Victor Holland stand face to face, their expressions a mix of frustration and determination.
Carlos Vasquez: running a hand through his hair We can’t keep letting these losses pile up, Victor. We’re better than this.
Victor Holland: nodding in agreement Yeah, you’re right, Carlos. We need to step up our game tonight.
The two young stars share a determined glance, their resolve firming.
Carlos Vasquez: Let’s show everyone what we’re made of. We’ll take on the Sin City Scoundrels and prove that we belong at the top of the sVo.
Victor Holland: pumping his fist Hell yeah! Tonight, we show the world what the Miami Maverick and the Natural are capable of!
With renewed determination, Vasquez and Holland exchange a firm handshake before heading off to prepare for their match, ready to prove their worth as a formidable tag team in the sVo.
Backstage
Fast Count Pt.4
In the COO’s office, Amy Page sits behind her desk, her expression stern as Frankie Malone stands before her, the sVo Championship draped over his shoulder.
Amy Page: Frankie, I’m afraid I’ve got some news for you. Due to the… circumstances surrounding your victory earlier tonight, I’m going to have to ask you to hand over the sVo Championship.
Malone’s brows furrow in disbelief.
Frankie Malone: You can’t be serious, Amy! I won that fair and square!
Amy Page: I understand your frustration, Frankie, but the referee’s actions have cast doubt on the legitimacy of your victory. It’s not about fairness, it’s about maintaining the integrity of the championship.
Malone clenches his jaw, clearly unhappy with the decision.
Frankie Malone: This is BS, Amy, and you know it! I earned this title, and I’m not just gonna hand it over because they say it was a fast count, we both know it wasn’t! I know just what crap Blood Money pull, you forget that my cousin used to roll with them back in the day….
Amy Page: I understand how you feel, Frankie, but as the COO, I have to make difficult decisions for the good of the sVo. Besides, I can’t afford to have the championship held by someone who doesn’t have the star power to draw in viewers.
Malone’s expression changes slightly, realizing the weight of Page’s words.
Frankie Malone: Fine, but mark my words, Amy. I’ll get that title back for the second time in the main event tonight, no matter what it takes & prove to everyone including you that I deserve to hold it.
Malone angrily throws the sVo Championship to Page, who takes it with a somber expression, knowing the gravity of her decision.
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. Carlos Vasquez & Victor Holland
Backstage
Fast Count Pt.5
In the dimly lit referees’ locker room, Brett Lukas sits beside a dejected Hector Arena, offering words of comfort after the turmoil of the evening.
Brett Lukas: Hey, Hector, I know it’s tough right now, but you gotta stay strong. We both know you’re a damn good referee, and this whole situation is messed up.
Hector nods, his expression heavy with regret.
Hector Arena: I appreciate that, Brett. It’s just… I never wanted any of this to happen. They made me do it, Brett. Blood Money, they threatened me.
Lukas’ fists clench in anger at the mention of Blood Money.
Brett Lukas: Those cowards… They think they can just bully their way into getting what they want. Well, they’ve got another thing coming. You can count on me, Hector. When I referee the main event tonight, I’ll make sure justice is served.
Before Hector can respond, the door bursts open, and Blood Money storms into the room, their menacing presence filling the space.
Anthony Moretti: Lukas, we need to have a little chat.
Moretti’s voice drips with venom as he advances toward Lukas, who stands his ground, his jaw clenched in defiance.
Backstage
Just Ask
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here backstage with the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, fresh off their victory against ‘the Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez and ‘the Natural’ Victor Holland. Gentlemen, congratulations on your win tonight. How are you feeling after that impressive performance?
Michael Sexton: Thanks, Katie. We’re feeling great. Tonight was just a taste of what the Sin City Scoundrels are capable of. We showed the world why we’re the future of the tag team division in the sVo.
Lucas Sexton: That’s right. We proved that we can hang with the best of them, and now it’s time to set our sights on gold.
Katie Smith: Speaking of gold, the Canadian Connection, Scott Cole and Jake Hughes, the current sVo Tag Team Champions, have just arrived. Gentlemen, the Scoundrels are claiming they deserve another shot at the titles. What are your thoughts on that?
Scott Cole: Well, Katie, if the Scoundrels want another shot at the championships, all they have to do is ask. But let me warn them, facing the Canadian Connection is no walk in the park. We’ve worked too hard to let go of these titles easily.
Jake Hughes: That’s right. The Scoundrels may have had a good night tonight, but next week, they’ll be stepping into the ring with the best tag team in the sVo. And trust me, they won’t leave with our titles.
Katie Smith: Strong words from the champions. Looks like we have an exciting showdown brewing in the tag team division. Thank you, gentlemen, for your time.
Backstage
Voicemail
COO Amy Page sits at her desk, a tired expression etched on her face, as she sifts through paperwork from the chaotic events of the previous Showdown. She takes a deep breath, then reaches for her phone, dialing a familiar number. After a few rings, Night’s voicemail picks up.
Amy Page: (frustrated) “Night, it’s Amy. Look, I’ve had it up to here with your disappearing act. You’ve got obligations here, and you can’t just keep dodging them whenever you feel like it. We’ve got a show to run, and we need every superstar pulling their weight in this ratings war against Project:Violence & Dynasty Wrestling.”
She pauses, trying to reign in her frustration.
Amy Page: “Listen, I’m not going to fire you, alright? You’re too valuable for that. But if you’re not at Showdown next week and ready to compete, then consider this a warning. I’ll start slapping you with fines every week until you show up. And trust me, those fines will add up real quick.”
With a sigh, Amy hangs up the phone, the weight of her responsibilities evident in her weary demeanor. She knows she has to keep the show running smoothly, no matter the obstacles.
sVo Championship Match
Anthony Moretti vs. Frankie Malone
Backstage
Fast Count Pt.6
The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Anthony Moretti, still holding his sVo Championship high, stands triumphant in the center of the ring. Frankie Malone lies sprawled on the canvas, his valiant effort falling short against the wily champion.
Julian Fiasco: “What a hard-fought battle, but once again, Anthony Moretti proves why he’s the man to beat in the sVo!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Malone gave it his all, but Moretti just had too much in the tank tonight It doesn’t change the fact that the match should have been all over earlier in the night and Frankie Malone should be the rightful sVo Champion. Moretti bullied, manipulated and strong armed his way into still being the sVo Champion and in my opinion, it stinks!”
As Moretti revels in his victory, he motions for the referee, Brett Lukas, to raise his arm in triumph. Lukas, hesitant after the controversy earlier in the night, complies reluctantly.
But before Moretti’s celebration can reach its peak, a commotion erupts at ringside. Blood Money, furious at the audacity of Malone’s challenge, storm down the ramp and surround the ring like a pack of wolves.
Julian Fiasco: “Oh, this doesn’t look good! Blood Money is on the warpath!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “They’re not looking for a fair fight, Julian. They’re out for blood! Malone is going to pay for not rolling over like Blood Money expected when they set this match yesterday.”
As Blood Money closes in on the fallen Malone, a sudden clang echoes through the arena. The crowd erupts into cheers as JVD charges down the ramp, wielding a steel chair like a knight brandishing his sword.
Julian Fiasco: “Here comes the cavalry! JVD with a steel chair, evening the odds!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Blood Money’s plans just hit a major snag, Julian. It looks like JVD isn’t going to stand by and watch them brutalize Malone!”
JVD slides into the ring, swinging the chair with righteous fury. Blood Money hesitates, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected interference. Moretti scowls, realizing that his moment of triumph has been disrupted.
With Malone now back on his feet, JVD stands defiantly alongside him, ready to defend his fallen comrade against the onslaught of Blood Money. The tension in the arena is palpable as the two sides face off, setting the stage for the battles yet to come in the tumultuous world of the sVo.
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