sVo Showdown 204
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
17th November 2024
The camera pans over the raucous Las Vegas crowd, packed to the brim in the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena. The fans are still buzzing from last week’s shocking events, their reactions ranging from disbelief to fury. The arena lights dim as a pulsating red-and-blue light show sets the mood, and “Adrenaline” by Shinedown blares through the speakers. The sVo faithful are on their feet, waving signs and chanting, but the air of uncertainty is undeniable.
The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where the ever-charismatic Julian Fiasco and the grounded analyst Jeremiah Sloan are ready to guide viewers through what promises to be another unforgettable night in the sVo.
Julian Fiasco: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 204! I’m Julian Fiasco, and if you’re still picking your jaw up off the floor after what went down last week, you’re not alone!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “It was one of the most shocking moments in sVo history, Julian. Danny Domino, the Bully, walked into the arena with the Roulette Championship and walked out with the sVo Heavyweight Championship! And, if what we saw was any indication, it looks like he had the full backing of Amy Page to make it happen.”
Julian Fiasco: “Let’s call it what it is, Jeremiah: an inside job! Amy Page, the COO of this company, practically handed Domino the golden ticket, setting up Johnny All Star to be dethroned in one of the most disgraceful moments I’ve ever seen in this business.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “And now, the sVo Heavyweight Championship is in the hands of Danny Domino, who’s been as smug and ruthless as ever. Tonight, we’ll hear from the new champion, and you can bet Johnny All Star and the rest of Horizon aren’t going to take this lying down!”
Julian Fiasco: “But that’s not all! We’ve got a stacked card as always, including a massive main event where the Tag Team Champions, the Legends Club, will be in action! Plus, Victor Holland looks to keep his momentum rolling, the fallout from Blood Money’s attack on Horizon continues, and we might just get answers about Amy Page’s true intentions.”
The camera cuts to a highlight package of Danny Domino’s shocking title win, showing him pinning a battered Johnny All Star while Amy Page smirks at ringside. The crowd’s boos grow louder as the package ends, with a graphic reading:
“Tonight: The New Era of Danny Domino Begins!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “We’re in uncharted territory, Julian. If last week was anything to go by, the chaos in the sVo is only just beginning!”
Julian Fiasco: “Buckle up, folks, because Showdown 204 is live, and it starts right now!”
The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as pyro explodes, signaling the start of another explosive night of action.
Ringside
Push it to the Limit
[sVo Showdown 204 begins with an intense atmosphere as the crowd’s boos fill the Goodfellas Casino Arena. “Headstrong” by Trapt blasts over the speakers, signaling the arrival of the new sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino.]
Julian Fiasco: “Oh, great. Here comes the man who flipped the script last week, and I’m sure he’s about to remind us all of it!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Danny Domino shocked the world, but let’s not forget how he did it—taking advantage of a war-torn Johnny All Star, with the suspicious blessing of Amy Page.”
Danny Domino steps onto the entrance ramp, holding the sVo Championship high in the air. Dressed in a sharp black suit and sunglasses, Domino sneers at the jeering crowd as he confidently walks to the ring. The boos grow louder as Domino climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.
Danny Domino:
“Las Vegas, take a good look! Because this—” Domino raises the championship belt above his head, turning slowly to show it off. “—this is what greatness looks like!”
The crowd erupts in boos, with chants of “You sold out!” echoing through the arena.
Danny Domino:
“Call me whatever you want. A sellout? A cheat? A genius? The only thing that matters is this—when you look at the record books, it’s going to say Danny Domino: sVo Heavyweight Champion! And Johnny All Star? He’s nothing more than yesterday’s news.”
Domino smirks as the crowd’s boos intensify.
Danny Domino:
“You see, I played the game better than anyone else. I cashed in my Roulette Championship, I took my shot, and I hit the jackpot! Now, I’m standing here as the king of the sVo, while Johnny All Star is licking his wounds somewhere, wondering what went wrong. The answer? Me!“
Domino adjusts the title on his shoulder as the crowd erupts with “You suck!” chants.
Danny Domino:
“But let me make one thing clear—I’m not just here to hold this belt; I’m here to dominate! So, to anyone in the back thinking they’ve got a shot at taking this from me—”
Before Domino can finish, the arena lights dim, and a voice shouts over the speakers:
“Say hello to the bad guy!”
*”Push It to the Limit” by Paul Engemann hits, and the fans give a mixed reaction as *The Miami Maverick* Carlos Vasquez walks out onto the stage, Victory Cup trophy in hand. He’s dressed in a white suit with a red silk shirt underneath, exuding Tony Montana-like confidence. Vasquez casually strolls to the ring, his eyes locked on Domino, and steps inside with a microphone.*
Carlos Vasquez:
“So, this is the new champ, huh? Nice belt, chico. You polish it yourself, or did Amy Page do it for you?”
The crowd pops at Vasquez’s jab, and Domino’s smirk fades into a scowl.
Carlos Vasquez:
“You’re out here running your mouth, acting like you own this place. But let me remind you of something, Danny—I won the Victory Cup. That means whenever I feel like it, I call my shot, and your little reign? Poof! Gone, just like that!”
Vasquez gestures to the trophy in his hand as the crowd cheers.
Carlos Vasquez:
“So enjoy your little victory lap, because the Miami Maverick is coming for that gold. And when I do, chico, there ain’t gonna be any Amy Page or cheap tricks to save you. It’ll be just you, me, and the end of your fairytale.”
Domino steps closer to Vasquez, holding the title in his hand like a weapon.
Danny Domino:
“You think you scare me, Carlos? I’ve taken down tougher guys than you on my way to the top. You want a shot at this? You’d better pick your moment carefully, because if you come for the king, you’d better not miss.”
The two men stand nose-to-nose as the tension in the arena builds. Vasquez smirks, backing away slightly but keeping his eyes on the championship.
Carlos Vasquez:
“I don’t miss, Domino. I’ll see you soon.”
Vasquez drops the microphone and exits the ring, holding the Victory Cup trophy high as his music plays. Domino glares after him, clutching the sVo Championship tightly as the show cuts to commercial.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The stakes have never been higher! Carlos Vasquez has his eyes on the gold, and Danny Domino better watch his back!”
Julian Fiasco:
“The Miami Maverick is a dangerous man, but Domino is as ruthless as they come. This showdown is going to be explosive!”
Backstage
Coming Home to Canada
[Backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, the camera follows the Canadian Connection as they arrive in a black SUV. Jake Hughes and Scott Cole step out first, their trademark cocky grins plastered across their faces, followed by Ali Young and Puck, who seem equally confident. The group exudes swagger as they head toward the locker room area, carrying their duffle bags.]
Jake Hughes:
“Look at this place, eh? Feels like destiny calling. Tonight’s the night, boys.”
Scott Cole:
“Non-title match last week was just a preview. Legends Club? More like Losers’ Club. Those belts are coming home to Canada tonight!”
Ali Young adjusts his sunglasses, nodding in agreement, while Puck cracks his knuckles with a devilish grin.
Ali Young:
“And don’t forget, they’ve got a target on their backs after that mess with Blood Money. I wouldn’t be surprised if those chumps aren’t even at 100% tonight.”
Jake Hughes:
“Good! Less excuses when we take those titles. But let’s be real—they don’t need to be hurt to lose. We’ve been better since day one. Last week just proved it. Tonight, we seal the deal!”
As the group approaches the entrance, Katie Smith intercepts them with a microphone, eager for a word.
Katie Smith:
“Jake, Scott—tonight’s main event is one of the biggest matches of your careers. How are you feeling going into this sVo Tag Team Championship opportunity?”
Jake Hughes adjusts his jacket, smirking into the camera.
Jake Hughes:
“How are we feeling, Katie? We’re feeling unstoppable. Last week, we walked into Proving Grounds and took the so-called ‘best tag team in the sVo’ to school. Tonight, it’s not just about proving we’re better—it’s about walking out with those shiny belts around our waists.”
Scott Cole:
“Legends Club can keep underestimating us if they want. That’s fine. But they’re stepping into the ring with the best tag team in the world. They can’t deny us anymore. Tonight, we take what’s rightfully ours.”
Katie turns to Ali Young and Puck, curious about their roles in tonight’s match.
Katie Smith:
“And what about you two? What’s the game plan for supporting your team tonight?”
Ali Young:
“Game plan? Oh, Katie, we don’t need a plan. All we need to do is watch the magic happen when Jake and Scott do what they do best—win.”
Puck:
“And if anyone tries to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong, they’ll regret it. Trust me.”
The group laughs as they push past Katie and head toward their locker room, the camera lingering on their confident strides.
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it. The Canadian Connection is brimming with confidence ahead of tonight’s sVo Tag Team Championship main event. Will they back up their words? We’ll find out later tonight!”
[The scene fades to black as the group disappears down the hallway, their determination evident.]
Single Match
Athena vs. Hugo Ryzing
Backstage
Stepping Up
[The scene opens inside the plush, modern office of sVo COO Amy Page. The desk is immaculate, with the sVo logo prominently displayed behind her on the wall. Amy Page sits confidently in her executive chair, a sly smile on her face as sVo Champion Danny Domino, clad in a designer leather jacket with the championship belt slung over his shoulder, leans casually against the desk.]
Amy Page:
“Well, Danny, I’ve got to say—congratulations. You shocked the world last week, and you did it in style. Exactly the kind of shake-up this company needed.”
Danny Domino:
(“The Bully” adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, smirking.)
“Come on, Amy. Was there ever any doubt? Johnny All Star might be a legend, but me? I’m the future. Hell, I’m the present.”
Amy Page:
(“Nods approvingly.”)
“That’s exactly why I’m glad you’re holding that belt. Now, maybe we can finally put an end to this endless soap opera between Horizon, Blood Money, and the Legends Club. The sVo Championship needs a real leader, someone who can transcend all that noise.”
Danny Domino:
“Don’t worry about me, boss. This title? It’s staying right here for a long time. I’m not like All Star or those other clowns who think this is about playing hero. I don’t play nice, and I sure as hell don’t play fair. I win. Period.”
Amy Page:
(“Smirks, leaning forward.”)
“Good. Because I’m putting you in a singles match later tonight against Jay Adder.”
Domino raises an eyebrow but quickly lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.
Danny Domino:
“Jay Adder? Seriously? That’s what you’ve got for me tonight?”
Amy Page:
“Consider it… an opportunity. Adder’s been making noise about stepping up, so let’s see if he can handle the sVo Champion.”
Danny Domino:
(“Laughing.”)
“Bad news for Jay Adder, Amy. Real bad news. He’ll get his five minutes of fame, and I’ll remind everyone why I’m the top dog around here. It’s gonna be fun breaking him in front of all these losers out there.”
Amy Page:
(“Smiling confidently.”)
“That’s what I like to hear. Go out there and show everyone exactly why I put my trust in you.”
Domino pushes off the desk, adjusts the belt on his shoulder, and turns toward the door. Before leaving, he looks back over his shoulder with a smirk.
Danny Domino:
“Don’t worry, Amy. I’ve got this covered. Just make sure the spotlight’s nice and bright when I’m out there.”
Domino walks out of the office, leaving Page with a satisfied smile as the camera lingers on her expression before fading out.
Single Match
Puck vs. Kenneth D Williams
Backstage
Ready to Reclaim the Throne
[The scene opens in the backstage interview area of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The energetic crowd can be heard faintly in the background as Katie Smith stands center stage with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Johnny Dorn, his trademark smirk replaced with a look of steely determination. Dorn is dressed in his ring gear, ready for action, with a towel draped over his shoulders.]
Katie Smith:
“Johnny Dorn, thank you for joining me. In just a few moments, you’ll step into the ring with Victor Holland in a match to determine the #1 contender for Alex Sterling’s Las Vegas Championship. Now, considering that you recently lost the title, how are you feeling heading into this high-stakes matchup tonight?”
Johnny Dorn:
(“Adjusts the towel on his shoulders, staring intensely into the camera.”)
“How am I feeling, Katie? Let me make one thing crystal clear—I’m feeling hungry. I’m feeling focused. Losing that Las Vegas Championship didn’t just sting—it lit a fire under me, and tonight, Victor Holland is walking straight into that blaze.”
Katie Smith:
“Victor Holland is no easy opponent. He’s been on a roll lately and has proven to be one of the most dangerous competitors in the sVo. How do you plan to overcome his momentum?”
Johnny Dorn:
(“Smirks slightly, but his tone remains serious.”)
“Holland’s tough, no doubt about it. The guy’s a machine in that ring, but here’s the thing—machines break. And when you’re as driven as I am to get back what’s mine, you don’t stop for anyone. I don’t care how big he is, how strong he is, or how hot his streak is. Tonight, I’m doing whatever it takes to win. Whatever it takes.”
Katie Smith:
“And if you do win tonight, you’ll get another shot at Alex Sterling, the man who dethroned you for the Las Vegas Championship last week. Do you have any words for Sterling?”
Johnny Dorn:
(“Narrows his eyes, stepping closer to the microphone.”)
“Alex Sterling? He’s been walking around here with my title, thinking he’s hot stuff because he pulled one over on me. But let me tell you something, Katie—that title doesn’t belong on a Hollywood wannabe. It belongs to a fighter. A man who gives everything he has every time he steps into that ring. And once I’m done with Victor Holland tonight, Sterling better keep that belt polished, because I’m coming for it. And next time, I won’t just beat him—I’ll leave no doubt that the Las Vegas Championship is mine.”
Katie Smith:
“Strong words, Johnny. Any final thoughts before you head out for what could be one of the most important matches of your career?”
Johnny Dorn:
(“Looks into the camera, his voice dripping with intensity.”)
“Victor Holland, you better bring everything you’ve got, because I’m not just fighting to win tonight—I’m fighting to reclaim my legacy. And Alex Sterling? Keep that belt warm for me, kid, because the countdown to your Hollywood ending starts now.”
[Dorn tosses the towel aside, cracks his neck, and walks off screen with purpose as Katie Smith turns back to the camera.]
Katie Smith:
“Johnny Dorn, laser-focused and ready for action. That match is coming up next—don’t go anywhere!”
[The scene fades as the crowd roars in anticipation.]
Las Vegas Championship #1 Contenders Match
Johnny Dorn vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
Battle for Las Vegas
[The scene opens in the ring as the crowd erupts in cheers. Johnny Dorn stands in the center, his arm raised high by the referee after his hard-fought victory over Victor Holland. Dorn, drenched in sweat, climbs the turnbuckle and raises both arms in triumph as the crowd shows their appreciation for the effort he put in. The announcers hype up his win.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“What a victory for Johnny Dorn! Against all odds, he’s defeated the unstoppable Victor Holland and secured himself another shot at the Las Vegas Championship!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And you know Alex Sterling has to be watching this somewhere, Jeremiah. Johnny Dorn wants his title back, and he’s not going to stop until he gets it!”
[Dorn drops back down into the ring, signaling to the crowd that he’s coming for the Las Vegas Championship. He gestures around his waist, drawing a roar from the fans as he mouths, ‘That belt’s coming home!’ Suddenly, the camera cuts to the backstage area.]
[In the locker room, Las Vegas Champion Alex Sterling is standing in front of a monitor, the title belt slung casually over his shoulder. The “LA Luminary” watches the celebration with a cocky smirk that slowly fades into a scowl. Sterling’s Hollywood swagger takes a back seat to visible annoyance as Dorn’s celebration continues on the screen.]
Alex Sterling:
(“To no one in particular, shaking his head.”)
“Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, Dorn. That’s as close as you’re getting to this belt.”
[Sterling adjusts the Las Vegas Championship on his shoulder, glaring at the monitor as the camera cuts back to the ring.]
[In the ring, Johnny Dorn motions for a microphone and addresses the crowd, his voice brimming with confidence.]
Johnny Dorn:
“Alex Sterling, I know you’re back there watching. You can smirk, scowl, or do whatever it is you do, but let me tell you something—your time as Las Vegas Champion is running out. I just beat one of the toughest guys in this company to get back to you, and when we step into that ring, there won’t be any movie magic to save you this time. I’m taking back what’s mine!”
[The crowd erupts in cheers as Dorn tosses the microphone aside and climbs the turnbuckle once more, staring defiantly toward the stage as if daring Sterling to come out. The camera cuts back to Sterling, who scoffs and walks away from the monitor, shaking his head, clearly unfazed on the surface but masking deeper irritation.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Johnny Dorn is fired up, but Alex Sterling doesn’t look impressed!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Sterling can act as cool as he wants, but you can see it in his eyes—he knows Dorn is a real threat. This rematch is going to be something special!”
[The scene fades as the crowd chants “Dorn! Dorn! Dorn!” while he continues celebrating in the ring.]
Backstage
Ready for Revenge
[The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Horizon. The mood is tense and somber as the members of Horizon—Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, Darwin Jones, Hugo Ryzing, and their manager JD James—are gathered around. Johnny All Star sits on a bench, still looking visibly disappointed after losing the sVo Championship to Danny Domino last week. The rest of the group shares his frustration, each man silent as JD James steps forward, trying to rally the troops.]
JD James:
“Alright, listen up. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it—last week was a low point for us. Johnny, I know that loss stings. Losing the belt… it’s like a knife to the heart, man.”
[All Star looks down, clenching his fists but saying nothing.]
JD James:
“But this? This ain’t the end of Horizon. Not by a long shot. Danny Domino might have the belt, and Amy Page might think she’s running the show, but we’ve come too far and fought too hard to let this slide. It’s time to take the fight to every single one of them.”
[Hugo Ryzing slams his fist into his palm, nodding.]
Hugo Ryzing:
“Starting with Blood Money.”
Gunner Lang:
“Damn right. Those guys have been a thorn in our side for way too long.”
JD James:
“Exactly. Blood Money wants to play dirty? Well, guess what? Tonight, Darwin, you’ve got a chance to send a message loud and clear. Anthony Moretti might call himself ‘the boss,’ but he’s gonna think twice after you beat one of his little soldiers into the ground.”
[Darwin Jones stands up, cracking his knuckles with a determined look on his face.]
Darwin Jones:
“I’m done talkin’. Moretti, Barone, Gambino—they’re all gonna pay. And tonight, it starts with whoever they send out to face me. They think they’re untouchable? Let’s see how untouchable they feel when they’re picking their teeth up off the mat.”
[All Star finally looks up, a flicker of fire returning to his eyes.]
Johnny All Star:
“Darwin’s right. They’re all gonna pay. Blood Money, Danny Domino, Amy Page, the Legends Club—they think they’ve got us backed into a corner? They’re about to find out that Horizon doesn’t just fight back… we fight to win.”
[JD James slaps Darwin on the shoulder, nodding approvingly.]
JD James:
“That’s the spirit. Let’s remind everyone why Horizon is the backbone of this company. Darwin, get out there and show Moretti what happens when you mess with us.”
[The group exchanges determined glances, and Darwin Jones heads toward the door. JD James watches him leave, turning back to the others.]
JD James:
“This war’s just getting started, boys. But when it’s over, Horizon’s gonna be standing tall, and the rest of ‘em? They’ll wish they’d never crossed us.”
[The camera follows Darwin as he walks down the hallway, rolling his neck and psyching himself up for the match ahead. The rest of Horizon watches him leave, their somber mood now replaced with determination and fire.]
[The scene fades to black as Darwin heads toward the gorilla position, ready for battle.]
Single Match
Darwin Jones vs. Anthony Moretti
Ringside
The Enemy of my Enemy Pt1
[The crowd is buzzing in anticipation as Anthony Moretti stands victorious in the ring after a hard-fought match against Darwin Jones. The members of Blood Money—Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo—stand at the top of the entrance ramp, arms crossed, watching their boss in the ring. Darwin Jones is still down on the mat, clearly frustrated at the loss. The audience is on edge, expecting Horizon to storm the ring at any moment.]
[Moretti grabs a microphone, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glares down at Darwin.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Hold up, hold up! Everybody here’s waitin’ for Horizon to come sprinting down that ramp, lookin’ for payback. But you know what? Let’s put a stop to that right now, Darwin.”
[The crowd boos loudly as Moretti leans against the ropes, addressing the fallen Jones.]
Anthony Moretti:
“You wanna get back to your buddies? Fine. Go ahead. But first, you’re gonna take a little message back to Johnny All Star and the rest of those wannabe heroes you call Horizon.”
[Moretti smirks as the crowd continues to jeer, the tension in the arena palpable.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Yeah, we hate you. We hate everything about you. And you? You hate us too. I get it. We’re two sides of the same coin, Darwin. Blood Money and Horizon? We’re destined to rip each other apart. And believe me, when that time comes, we’re gonna love every second of it.”
[Moretti pauses, pacing the ring as the crowd quiets slightly, hanging on his words.]
Anthony Moretti:
“But here’s the thing. There’s a bigger problem standing in the way. A problem called The Legends Club.“
[The audience erupts into mixed reactions—boos for Blood Money but cheers for the prospect of someone going after the Legends Club.]
Anthony Moretti:
“You see, Horizon and Blood Money? We’re fighting over scraps while Curtis Knight and his little crew of arrogant parasites are sittin’ back, laughing at us. They’re hoarding gold, flexin’ their muscle, and pretending they run this place. But guess what? They don’t run anything as long as Blood Money’s around.”
[Moretti turns back to Darwin, crouching slightly to meet him at eye level.]
Anthony Moretti:
“So here’s the deal. You go tell Johnny, Gunner, Hugo, JD—hell, tell your whole damn group—that it’s time we focus on the real enemy. Let’s take out the Legends Club first. We’ll deal with Knight, Athena, Marshall, Hendrix, and all their garbage together. Then, when we’re done? When the dust settles and their empire is in ruins? We can finish what we started, just Blood Money and Horizon, no distractions.”
[The crowd reacts with surprise, unsure how to feel about the proposition. Moretti stands, brushing off his suit and pointing to the entrance ramp.]
Anthony Moretti:
“So what’s it gonna be, Darwin? You gonna crawl back to Horizon and deliver my message? Or you wanna try to take another swing at me and get dropped again?”
[Darwin, still recovering, glares up at Moretti with fire in his eyes but doesn’t respond. Moretti throws the microphone down at his feet with a smirk.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Clock’s ticking, Jones. Make the right call.”
[Moretti’s music hits, and the crowd erupts in boos as he exits the ring, joining the rest of Blood Money at the top of the ramp. The group raises their arms, taunting the audience and Horizon. Darwin rolls to the edge of the ring, seething as he processes Moretti’s challenge. The camera lingers on his face as the segment fades out, leaving the crowd buzzing about the potential alliance against the Legends Club.]
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Danny Domino
Ringside
The Enemy of my Enemy Pt2
[The camera cuts to the Legends Club locker room backstage. Buzz Marshall and Drew Hendrix are lacing up their boots, their sVo Tag Team Championship belts draped over a nearby bench. Curtis Knight, pacing back and forth, is giving a pep talk while Athena leans against the wall, arms crossed, her expression calm and confident.]
Curtis Knight:
“Tonight, we show those maple-leaf wannabes what happens when they step into the ring with greatness. We’ve worked too damn hard to let some second-rate group like Canadian Connection even think about taking what’s ours.”
Buzz Marshall:
“Yeah, they got lucky last week, but tonight? No chance. We’re walking out still champions.”
Athena:
“Focus. No underestimating them, no slip-ups. Let’s get in, get it done, and show everyone why the Legends Club runs this place.”
[Suddenly, the door bursts open with a deafening crash. Before the Legends Club can react, Horizon storms in—Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, Darwin Jones, and Hugo Ryzing—followed by Blood Money—Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo. The ambush is swift and chaotic, catching the Legends Club completely off guard.]
Curtis Knight:
“What the hell—”
[Knight barely gets the words out before he’s tackled by Darwin Jones. Buzz Marshall tries to swing a punch at Joe Barone, but Barone grabs him and drives him into the lockers. Drew Hendrix lunges at Junior Gambino, only to get blindsided by Hugo Ryzing. Athena tries to fight off Nicky Columbo, but Anthony Moretti steps in, grabbing her by the arm and shoving her into the bench.]
Johnny All Star:
“You thought you were safe, huh? Thought you could just sit back and let the rest of us tear each other apart?”
[All Star grabs Curtis Knight, hauling him up and throwing him into the wall. Knight slumps down as Horizon and Blood Money continue to pummel the rest of the Legends Club. Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall try to fight back, but the eight-on-four advantage is too much. Chairs and equipment are sent flying as the beatdown intensifies.]
Anthony Moretti:
“You’ve been sitting on your little throne for too damn long, Knight! Time for a reality check!”
[Darwin Jones and Gunner Lang hold up Drew Hendrix as Hugo Ryzing delivers a brutal big boot to his face, sending him crumpling to the floor. Meanwhile, Joe Barone picks up Buzz Marshall and drives him through a nearby table with a thunderous powerbomb. Athena scrambles to her feet but is met with a vicious kick from Junior Gambino, who laughs as she goes down.]
[Finally, Johnny All Star and Anthony Moretti step forward, standing over Curtis Knight, who is barely conscious.]
Johnny All Star:
“This is what happens when you try to play the king, Curtis. Blood Money and Horizon might not like each other, but we hate you even more.”
Anthony Moretti:
“Consider this your eviction notice. The Legends Club? You’re done.”
[Horizon and Blood Money stare each other down briefly, a tense moment passing as the shared hatred for the Legends Club hangs in the air. Then, as if on cue, they both leave the room, leaving the Legends Club laid out and destroyed.]
[The camera lingers on the chaos in the locker room—shattered furniture, overturned equipment, and the motionless bodies of Curtis Knight, Drew Hendrix, Buzz Marshall, and Athena. The segment fades out with the ominous question: how will the Legends Club recover from this brutal assault?]
Backstage
Ready to Pick my Spot
[The camera cuts to a backstage area where Katie Smith is standing with the always-charismatic Carlos Vasquez. Vasquez is dressed in his signature flashy suit, Victory Cup trophy in hand, exuding confidence with a smirk on his face.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the winner of the 2024 Victory Cup, ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez. Carlos, congratulations on your big win. But the question everyone wants an answer to: when are you planning to cash in your opportunity for the sVo Championship?”
[Vasquez adjusts his sunglasses, his smirk growing wider as he brings the microphone closer to his lips.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“Katie, Katie, Katie… why rush perfection, huh? Look at me—el campeón en espera, the future of the sVo, the real king of this business. I don’t need to jump in like some rookie looking for his fifteen minutes of fame.”
[He lifts the Victory Cup trophy, giving it a dramatic kiss.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“You see this? This is my ticket, my golden pass to the top. But you gotta be smart in this business. Timing is everything. Danny Domino? He’s walking around here like he’s untouchable because he stole that title from Johnny All Star. Por favor! He’s a paper champion, Katie. A fluke. And when the time is right, I’m gonna take that championship and show the world why The Miami Maverick is not just the next big thing—I am the big thing!”
Katie Smith:
“Are you saying you’re waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Do you think Domino is vulnerable?”
Carlos Vasquez:
“Claro que sí! Of course, he’s vulnerable! Look at him. He’s running around with Amy Page, thinking he’s some kind of mob boss. But let me tell you something, Katie—I know real power. I know how to play the game. Domino is nothing more than a stepping stone. And when I take that belt off his waist, the sVo will finally have a champion it can be proud of. A champion with style, with charisma, with—how you say—balls!“
[Vasquez pauses, adjusting his tie and looking directly into the camera with a cocky grin.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“So, Danny Domino, if you’re watching this—and I know you are—enjoy your little reign while it lasts. Keep polishing that belt, keep bragging, keep pretending you’re the big shot. Because when The Miami Maverick decides it’s time to take what’s mine… oh, papi, there ain’t gonna be a damn thing you can do about it.”
[Katie Smith attempts to ask another question, but Vasquez puts up a hand to stop her.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“No more questions, Katie. The champ-in-waiting has spoken.”
[With that, Vasquez spins on his heel, the Victory Cup trophy in hand, and struts out of frame as Katie Smith looks back at the camera.]
Katie Smith:
“Strong words from Carlos Vasquez. Will he be the one to dethrone Danny Domino? Only time will tell!”
[The segment fades out.]
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
Legends Club (c) vs Canadian Connection
Ringside
ANDNEW
[The camera cuts to the ring where the Canadian Connection—Jake Hughes and Scott Cole, along with Ali Young and Puck—are standing tall with the sVo Tag Team Championships in their hands. The crowd is mixed with boos and cheers, but the Canadian team is reveling in their moment, celebrating the victory. The Legends Club, Curtis Knight, Drew Hendrix, Buzz Marshall, and Athena, are laid out across the ring, barely able to move after being attacked earlier in the night by Horizon and Blood Money.]
[Jake Hughes raises the title above his head, grinning broadly as Scott Cole holds his own championship high. Ali Young and Puck stand off to the side, exchanging high-fives with the crowd, clearly enjoying their dominance. The crowd continues to react, though most of the cheers come from the Canadian contingent in the audience.]
Jake Hughes (grabbing the mic):
“Well, well, well… what a night, huh? The Canadian Connection is finally back on top of the mountain. You see, these titles mean more than just gold around our waists. They represent the revolution, the dominance, the power that we have over this entire company.”
[He smirks down at the fallen bodies of the Legends Club.]
Jake Hughes:
“And what happened to the Legends Club, huh? They thought they could stop us. They thought they could hold onto those tag titles forever. But you see, gentlemen, that was a pipe dream.”
[Scott Cole steps forward and grabs the mic from Hughes.]
Scott Cole:
“You all saw what happened. We got the job done tonight, and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it. They were broken before the match even started. They never had a chance. Because you know what, the Canadian Connection? We don’t lose.”
[Ali Young takes the mic next, walking over to Hughes and Cole as he holds up his title. The fans boo loudly.]
Ali Young:
“This is what real champions look like, people. Not like those pathetic excuses for a team laying down there. You want to know why we took the belts? Because we are better, faster, smarter, and we know how to win.”
[Puck steps up and takes the mic from Young, playfully adjusting his sunglasses.]
Puck:
“Now, now, don’t get too excited, boys. We’ve still got a long road ahead of us. We’ve got the whole damn sVo to run through, and believe me, we’re just getting started. If you want a piece of the Canadian Connection, step up.”
[The crowd boos as the Canadian Connection pose in the ring, raising their titles high while the Legends Club remains motionless, utterly defeated.]
Jake Hughes (looking down at the fallen Legends Club members):
“Look at them. Look at what happens when you try to stand in the way of greatness. You end up like this. Beaten, broken, and irrelevant.”
[The Canadian Connection stands together in the center of the ring, holding their Tag Team Championship belts as the camera zooms in on them.]
Jake Hughes:
“We didn’t just win these titles… we earned them. And tonight? Tonight, we solidified ourselves as the true champions of the sVo!”
[The camera pulls back as they continue to celebrate, the defeated Legends Club still sprawled across the mat, the sVo Tag Team Championships gleaming in the hands of the Canadian Connection. The fans’ mixed reactions continue to echo through the arena as the show comes to a close.]
[The camera fades out on the victorious Canadian Connection, standing tall in the ring.]
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