sVo Showdown 206
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
1st December 2024
[The camera pans over the electrified crowd at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the anticipation is palpable. The energy from the crowd is high, with fans eagerly waiting for the night’s action to unfold. The arena lights flash in sync with the high-energy entrance music playing over the speakers. The camera shifts to the commentators’ booth, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are ready to set the stage.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Welcome, everyone, to sVo Showdown 206! We’re coming to you live from the Goodfellas Casino Arena in the heart of Las Vegas, and what a night we have in store! I’m Julian Fiasco, alongside my partner, Jeremiah Sloan, and the fallout from last week’s explosive challenge from Curtis Knight has the entire locker room on edge!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Absolutely, Julian. Curtis Knight laid down the gauntlet for a loser leaves town triple threat match at the Seasons Beatings PPV, putting the future of not just himself & the Legends Club, but also Anthony Moretti & Blood Money and Johnny All Star & Horizon, on the line. And tonight, we’ll be seeing a series of matches that could set the tone for what’s to come in that massive showdown!”
Julian Fiasco:
“That’s right, Jeremiah! We’ll kick things off with a tag team championship #1 contenders match, where the Southern Boys will clash with the Sin City Scoundrels, both teams fighting for a shot at the Canadian Connection’s titles. After that, we have a singles match with Johnny Dorn facing Bronson Johnson, both men looking to climb the ladder in the sVo.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And don’t forget, the stakes are high for the next match as Kenneth D Williams takes on Carlos Vasquez! Two fierce competitors, each with something to prove, and you can be sure that victory will mean momentum heading into the PPV.”
Julian Fiasco:
“Then, it’s a match that has the entire roster talking: Horizon takes on the Legends Club in a tag team match. We know tensions are running high between these two factions, especially after last week’s beatdown that had the whole locker room talking.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And to close out the night, the new sVo Champion, ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino, will face his old rival Victor Holland in a main event that could shake up the championship scene. Domino’s reign is already being challenged by the eyes of the entire locker room, including that man, Carlos Vasquez, who looks poised to make his move.”
Julian Fiasco:
“We’ve got a packed show tonight, and with the Seasons Beatings PPV on the horizon, the stakes couldn’t be higher. Let’s not waste any more time and dive straight into the action!”
[The camera cuts to the ring, where the first match of the night, the #1 contenders match between the Southern Boys and the Sin City Scoundrels, is ready to begin. The crowd erupts as the entrance music for the first team hits, and the arena comes alive with excitement.]
Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match
Southern Boys vs. Sin City Scoundrels
Backstage
No Chance
[The scene opens in the backstage area, where Katie Smith stands ready with a microphone. Johnny Dorn is standing beside her, looking focused and determined.]
Katie Smith:
“Johnny, tonight you face Bronson Johnson in a singles match, with the winner moving up in the ranks for a chance at a future opportunity. But I know your eyes are set on the bigger picture — your upcoming title match against Alex Sterling at Seasons Beatings. How are you feeling as you prepare for this challenge?”
Johnny Dorn:
“Well, Katie, tonight is just another step towards what I’ve been working for my entire career — regaining that Las Vegas Championship. I know Sterling thinks he’s untouchable, but when that bell rings, it’ll be my time. And at Seasons Beatings, I’m taking that title back where it belongs.”
[Before Katie can respond Alex Sterling walks into the frame, a confident smirk on his face. The fans in the arena can be heard reacting as he steps into view, the Las Vegas Championship belt gleaming on his shoulder.]
Alex Sterling:
“Well, well, if it isn’t Johnny Dorn, the man who thinks he has a shot at dethroning me. You know, Johnny, you’re a fine competitor, I’ll give you that. But no matter what you do tonight or in the coming weeks, there’s one thing you need to understand — when it comes to the Las Vegas Championship, I’m the gold standard. You don’t stand a chance at Seasons Beatings, no matter how hard you try.”
[Johnny Dorn’s expression hardens, and he leans forward, his eyes locked on Sterling’s.]
Johnny Dorn:
“Keep talking, Sterling. You can sit there and run your mouth all day, but it won’t change the fact that at Seasons Beatings, I’m going to take that title from you. You better enjoy that championship while you can because the days of you being the ‘LA Luminary’ are numbered.”
[Sterling’s smirk fades, replaced with a glare as he takes a step closer to Dorn. Katie Smith looks on nervously, sensing the tension between the two men.]
Alex Sterling:
“We’ll see about that, Johnny. When the smoke clears at Seasons Beatings, everyone will know that I’m not just a champion — I’m the champion.”
[Sterling turns and walks away, leaving Johnny Dorn standing there, eyes burning with determination. Katie Smith looks back at Dorn, who clenches his fists and mutters under his breath.]
Johnny Dorn:
“Talk all you want, Sterling. I’ll see you at Seasons Beatings — and I’ll see you in the ring as the new champion.”
[The scene fades as Dorn walks off, his focus unwavering as he heads to the ring for his match against Bronson Johnson.]
Single Match
Johnny Dorn vs. Bronson Johnson
Backstage
Ready for War
[The scene opens in the dimly lit locker room of Blood Money. The walls are adorned with old posters of vintage mob movies, and the room has an air of quiet intensity. Anthony Moretti sits at the head of a large wooden table, a cigar smoldering in an ashtray as he taps his fingers against its surface. Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo stand around him, their expressions hard and unwavering, fully invested in their boss’s decision.]
Anthony Moretti:
[“The Godfather” theme plays softly in the background as Moretti speaks, the smoke curling around his face.]
“So, Curtis Knight thinks he can come into my house and throw down a challenge, huh? A triple threat match at Seasons Beatings, where the losers walk away and take their people with them. He thinks he can push me into a corner? Think again.”
[Joe Barone, the muscle of the group, leans forward, eyes narrowed and voice gruff.]
Joe Barone:
“Boss, we all know you’re the one who holds the cards. Curtis Knight, Johnny All Star… they’re just distractions. You don’t need to sweat them. We’re behind you, every step of the way. You call the shots, and we’ll back you up — blood, honor, and loyalty. That’s what we’re made of.”
[Junior Gambino, the young and eager member of Blood Money, chimes in with a grin, though it’s as cold as the steel of a blade.]
Junior Gambino:
“That’s right, boss. Curtis Knight and All Star don’t know what they’re walking into. The only way they’ll walk out of that ring is if you let them. We’ve got this, no matter what it takes.”
[Nicky Columbo, the strategist of the group, strokes his chin thoughtfully before speaking.]
Nicky Columbo:
“And let’s not forget, if we win this match, Blood Money remains at the top. We send a message to everyone who dares cross us. The only name that matters in this game is Anthony Moretti.”
[Moretti smirks, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and danger as he finally puts out the cigar in the ashtray.]
Anthony Moretti:
“You all talk a big game, and you know what? I like that. Curtis Knight wants to test me? Johnny All Star thinks he’s untouchable? Let them come. At Seasons Beatings, I’ll show them why I’m the one in control. They’re not just fighting for their titles or their pride — they’re fighting for their very survival in this business. And when it’s all said and done, Blood Money will stand tall.”
[Joe Barone steps forward and places a hand on Moretti’s shoulder, nodding fiercely.]
Joe Barone:
“Then it’s settled, boss. We’re with you. We take this win and let the world know Blood Money isn’t just a name; it’s a legacy.”
[Moretti’s smile widens, his confidence radiating throughout the room as he stands up and looks each of his men in the eye.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Good. Now let’s make sure we do what we do best — show them who runs this town. Seasons Beatings is ours for the taking.”
[The camera pans out as the group exchanges determined looks, the silence in the room thickening with the promise of war. Blood Money is ready for the challenge, and they’re not going to back down.]
Single Match
Kenneth D Williams vs. Carlos Vasquez
Backstage
All in Your Hands
[The camera fades into the Horizon locker room. The atmosphere is charged, the sounds of gear being shuffled and taped fists echoing through the room. Darwin Jones and Hugo Ryzing are hunched over, stretching and preparing for their tag team match against Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall. They exchange quick nods, their faces set with the quiet intensity of seasoned competitors.]
Darwin Jones:
“Tonight, we make a statement. We show everyone that Horizon is still the top dog, no matter what happens at Seasons Beatings.”
Hugo Ryzing:
“Right. But I don’t get why All Star’s even hesitating. He’s the leader, the guy everyone looks up to, but lately, it feels like he’s got one foot out the door.”
[Johnny All Star sits off to the side, staring at his reflection in a cracked mirror. His eyes are distant, shadowed with doubt. The room feels tense, the unspoken worry hanging thick in the air. Gunner Lang, lacing up his boots with a determined focus, glances up at All Star before exchanging a look with JD James, who stands nearby, arms folded and brows furrowed.]
Gunner Lang:
“Hey, All Star, you with us? We’ve got a match to win. You can’t let the weight of Curtis Knight’s challenge get to you now.”
[Johnny All Star looks up slowly, his expression conflicted. The silence stretches, only broken by the faint thud of fists hitting bags in the distance.]
Johnny All Star:
“I know, Gunner. I know. It’s just… Knight laid it out there, and now I’m wondering if I’m really the man to lead Horizon through it. What if I’m not enough?”
[Darwin Jones and Hugo Ryzing exchange a quick glance, neither looking particularly reassured by All Star’s words. JD James steps forward, placing a reassuring hand on All Star’s shoulder.]
JD James:
“Listen, Johnny, I know what Knight’s challenge means. But you’re not in this alone. Look around you. You’ve got the best team behind you, ready to back you up. Tonight, we show that Horizon isn’t just a name—it’s a movement. You’re the glue holding it all together.”
[Gunner Lang adds with a determined tone.]
Gunner Lang:
“And remember, we don’t just fight for ourselves; we fight for each other. For what Horizon represents. Don’t let the noise get to you. You’re the leader we chose, and we’re with you, no matter what.”
[Jones and Ryzing exchange a look, their brows furrowing as if reconsidering their earlier doubts. The resolve in Lang’s voice seems to make a small shift in the room. All Star’s expression softens slightly, his posture straightening as he takes in the words.]
Johnny All Star:
“Thanks, guys. You’re right. We put everything on the line—not just for me, not just for us, but for Horizon. Let’s remind everyone why they should be afraid of what we can do.”
[The team starts to get in their final preparations. Jones and Ryzing move into a tighter huddle, their earlier uncertainty now tempered with a sense of unity. JD James glances at All Star, a small smirk crossing his face as he watches the team come back to life.]
JD James (to himself):
“That’s the spirit, Johnny. Now go out there and prove it.”
[The camera pans out as Horizon finishes their preparations, the room buzzing with a newfound determination as they head toward the entrance for their match.]
Backstage
The Leadership Direction
[The scene opens in the narrow backstage hallway of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The air is tense after Kenneth D Williams’ recent loss to Carlos Vasquez in a singles match. Williams, visibly frustrated, runs a hand through his hair as he stomps past a row of lockers. Just as he reaches the end of the hallway, he’s intercepted by Jay Adder, who stands with his arms crossed, his face a mask of irritation.]
Jay Adder:
“Hey, Kenny. Can we talk?”
[Williams stops abruptly, eyes narrowing as he turns to face Adder. There’s a beat of silence between them before Williams scoffs and shakes his head.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“What’s there to talk about, Jay? I just lost. What else is new?”
Jay Adder:
“What’s new is that this keeps happening. The losses, the missed opportunities… You’re supposed to be leading Generation Joint, and yet here we are, looking like we’re going nowhere fast. You need to get your act together, man.”
[Williams’ fists clench at his sides, his jaw tightening. The tension in the hallway is palpable, and the voices of crew members and wrestlers passing by seem to fade as the two men stare each other down.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“You think you’re better than me, Adder? You think you’re the one who should be leading? You have no idea what it takes to hold this group together, so don’t come at me like you know everything.”
[Adder steps forward, his expression hardening. His voice lowers, but the intensity behind his words is unmistakable.]
Jay Adder:
“I’m not here to fight with you, Kenny. I’m here because Generation Joint needs direction. You’re too caught up in your own head to see it, but if we don’t turn this around, we’ll be just another team lost in the shuffle.”
[The tension snaps as Jacob Izaz appears from around the corner, a mix of concern and frustration on his face. He steps between the two men, holding a hand up to each of them as if to say ‘enough’.]
Jacob Izaz:
“Enough, both of you. We’ve got bigger problems than a heated argument. We need to figure out how to get back on track, and that starts with acting like a team, not tearing each other apart.”
[Williams’ eyes flicker with anger for a moment, but he takes a deep breath and pulls back, exhaling harshly. Adder’s shoulders relax, but his jaw remains tense. Jacob looks at both of them with a mix of exasperation and resolve.]
Jacob Izaz:
“We’re only as strong as our unity. If we want to be a force, we need to start acting like one. So let’s take this energy and put it into what matters — winning. Got it?”
[Both men exchange one last, heated glance before Williams breaks away and walks further down the hallway, his footsteps echoing with every step. Adder watches him go, then looks at Jacob, who sighs and rubs a hand over his face.]
Jay Adder:
“We’ll get there, Jacob. One way or another.”
[Jacob nods solemnly, eyes following Williams as he disappears into the distance. The scene ends with Adder and Izaz exchanging a look of determination, the weight of Generation Joint’s future pressing down on them.]
Tag Team Match
Horizon vs. The Legends Club
Backstage
Old Rivals
[The camera fades into the backstage area, where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand, positioned in front of Victor Holland. Holland is dressed in his ring gear, his intense eyes staring straight into the camera. The tension is palpable as he prepares for the main event against the new sVo Champion, Danny Domino.]
Katie Smith:
“Victor, tonight you face your long-time rival, the new sVo Champion, Danny Domino. This is a big opportunity for you to prove yourself, especially after your recent performances. How are you feeling going into this match?”
[Victor Holland cracks a confident smile, shifting his weight as he leans slightly forward.]
Victor Holland:
“Katie, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Danny Domino may be the so-called ‘Bully’ and the champion now, but he’s always been just another obstacle in my path. Tonight, I’m not just going to beat him—I’m going to send a message that I’m still one of the most dangerous men in this company. The title? It’s only a matter of time before it comes back to me.”
[Katie Smith nods, clearly impressed by Holland’s resolve. But before she can continue, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway. The camera shifts as the door to the locker room swings open, and ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino strides in, a smug grin plastered on his face. He steps into the frame, staring down Holland with a look of pure disdain.]
Danny Domino:
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Victor Holland, ready to get his face smashed in one more time. You actually think you have a chance at beating me, huh? That’s rich, Holland. I’ve seen better challengers, and they all failed. You? You’re just another name on a long list of losers who thought they could take me down.”
[Victor Holland’s smile fades, replaced with a hard stare. The tension between the two men crackles as Domino leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper.]
Danny Domino:
“Enjoy your last moments in the spotlight, Victor. Because when that bell rings, you’ll know exactly why I’m the champ—and why you’ll never be.”
[Domino pushes past Holland and walks out of the shot, his laugh echoing down the hallway as he disappears. Katie Smith looks back at Holland, who clenches his fists, his jaw tightening as he prepares for what’s to come.]
Katie Smith:
“There you have it, Victor. It looks like tonight’s main event is going to be more intense than ever.”
[Victor Holland’s eyes lock into the camera one last time, a fire burning behind them as he turns and walks toward the entrance, ready to prove his doubters wrong.]
Single Match
Danny Domino vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
Ready for the Moment
[The camera cuts to the ring, where the new sVo Champion, ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino, stands triumphant. The arena is filled with loud boos, and the crowd’s discontent is palpable. Domino holds the sVo Championship belt high over his head, a wicked smile plastered across his face. He relishes in the moment, soaking in the victory and the jeers from the fans.]
Danny Domino:
“You all can boo all you want, but the fact is, I’m the champ, and there’s not a damn thing any of you can do about it! Victor Holland tried, and he failed. No one is taking this title from me—not tonight, not ever!”
[Domino drops to one knee, raising the title again with a dramatic flourish. The crowd’s boos reach a crescendo, but suddenly, the arena lights dim. The video screen flashes to life, and we see the Victory Cup winner, Carlos Vasquez, watching intently from the backstage area. He taps his fingers on the monitor, his eyes glistening with ambition.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny Domino, you think you’re untouchable, huh? Well, that’s where you’re wrong. You’ve held that title for a week or two, but trust me, your reign is already on borrowed time. I’m not gonna waste time—when I cash in, it’ll be on my terms, and you’ll learn just how quick the mighty can fall.”
[Vasquez smirks at the monitor, his eyes sharp and calculating. Back in the arena, Domino senses the shift in the atmosphere. He looks around, almost as if he can feel Vasquez’s presence, but shrugs it off, raising the championship once more as if daring anyone to challenge him.]
Danny Domino:
“Carlos Vasquez, you can talk all the big game you want. But when that bell rings, and it’s just you and me, you’ll be another name on my list of victims. Come on down anytime, I’m ready. But be careful what you wish for, because I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”
[Suddenly, the arena goes dark again, and the crowd holds their breath. The music of Carlos Vasquez hits, bringing the arena to a fever pitch. The camera cuts to Vasquez, who steps out onto the stage, eyes locked on Domino with an intensity that could burn through steel.]
[The tension is palpable as Vasquez stares at the champion, his expression unreadable. But instead of charging the ring, he raises the Victory Cup high in the air, a silent message: the time is coming, and when it does, Domino’s reign will be over.]
[The show ends with the crowd roaring, anticipation electrifying the air as the camera fades out on a frozen shot of Domino’s smirking face and Vasquez standing tall, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.]
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