sVo Showdown 208
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
15th December 2024
[Pyro explodes across the stage as the crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas erupts with cheers. The camera pans over the sea of fans, waving signs and sporting merchandise, ready for another thrilling night of sVo action. The theme music fades as the camera cuts to ringside, where commentators Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are seated.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to sVo Showdown 208, live from the Goodfellas Casino Arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada! We are just one week away from the biggest night of the year—the Seasons Beatings PPV—and tonight, tensions couldn’t be higher as rivalries reach a boiling point!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s right, Julian! In just seven days, the fates of three of the most powerful factions in sVo will be decided. At Seasons Beatings, it’s Anthony Moretti, Curtis Knight, and Johnny All Star in a high-stakes triple threat match. The winner stays, and the losers—along with their teams—are gone from sVo forever!”
Julian Fiasco:
“But tonight, it’s Horizon versus the Legends Club in an epic four-on-four tag team showdown! This could be the last time we see these two groups collide before one—or both—are forced to leave the company for good!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And that’s not all! The sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, has been vocal about wanting a challenger for his title at Seasons Beatings. Will Carlos Vasquez, the Victory Cup winner, finally make his move tonight? Or will Domino head into the PPV without an opponent?”
Julian Fiasco:
“Plus, we’ve got action from some of the best in the business, as rivalries intensify and everyone jockeys for position ahead of the biggest show of the year! Buckle up, because this is going to be a night you won’t forget!”
[The camera pans to the stage, where the lights dim slightly as the anticipation in the arena builds. The sVo logo flashes across the screen, and the crowd erupts again, ready for the action to begin.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“It’s all on the line, folks. Let’s kick off Showdown 208 and see who steps up before the final battle at Seasons Beatings!”
[The camera transitions to the ring as the opening match is set to begin, and the crowd roars in excitement.]
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. Patriot Act
Backstage
Plan B
[Backstage, the camera cuts to a well-lit parking garage entrance at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. sVo COO Amy Page is standing with her arms crossed, flanked by her enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid. Both men stand imposingly at her side, their faces stern as they wait. A black SUV pulls up, and out steps ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez, dressed sharply in a leather jacket and sunglasses. The fans watching on the arena screens cheer loudly.]
Amy Page:
“Well, well, look who finally decided to show up.”
[Vasquez casually takes off his sunglasses and smirks at Page, ignoring the tension radiating from Washington and Reid.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“What can I say, Amy? Gotta make an entrance.”
Amy Page:
“Enough with the games, Carlos. I don’t have time for your theatrics. I want an answer, and I want it now. Are you cashing in your Victory Cup title shot at Seasons Beatings? Because Danny Domino is waiting for you to step up, and quite frankly, so am I.”
[Vasquez shrugs nonchalantly, taking a moment to adjust his jacket as he looks Page up and down.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“You know, Amy, I’ve heard what you and Domino have been saying. The champ wants to fight me. You want an answer. But the thing is… I do things on my time.“
[Page’s jaw tightens, her eyes narrowing as Vasquez continues, his smirk growing wider.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“When I’m ready to cash in, you’ll be the first to know. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”
[Vasquez puts his sunglasses back on and winks at Page before strolling past her, heading into the arena as the fans erupt in cheers. Page watches him go, visibly irritated. She turns to Washington and Reid, her tone sharp and decisive.]
Amy Page:
“I’m done waiting for him to play his little games. If Vasquez wants to keep me in suspense, fine. It’s time for plan B.“
[Washington and Reid nod silently, their imposing presence a clear sign that whatever “plan B” is, it won’t be pleasant. The camera lingers on Page’s frustrated expression as the scene fades back to the arena.]
Backstage
Lights Out
[The scene opens backstage as Michael and Lucas Sexton, the Sin City Scoundrels, walk through the corridors of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. They are both visibly pleased after their hard-fought victory over Patriot Act. Lucas adjusts his jacket while Michael smirks confidently, clearly proud of their momentum heading into the Seasons Beatings PPV. Suddenly, as they round a corner, their paths are blocked by the sVo Tag Team Champions, Jake Hughes and Scott Cole of the Canadian Connection. The champions stand side by side, their Tag Team Championship belts slung over their shoulders, looking unimpressed.]
Jake Hughes:
*”Well, well, look who decided to show up. The Scoundrels are riding high after beating *Patriot Act? You want a cookie or something?”
Scott Cole:
“Yeah, congrats on taking out the bottom of the barrel. Real impressive, guys. Real championship material right there.”
[Michael Sexton takes a step forward, his smirk quickly fading into a more confrontational glare.]
Michael Sexton:
“You boys got something to say? ‘Cause we’re not in the mood to listen to a couple of paper champs who’ve been dodging real competition since the day they got those belts.”
[Cole laughs sarcastically while Hughes tilts his head, pretending to consider Michael’s words.]
Scott Cole:
“Dodging competition? That’s rich coming from the guys who just barely survived against a team that couldn’t wrestle their way out of a paper bag.”
Lucas Sexton:
“You think that’s funny, huh? Keep laughing, because next week, those belts won’t be sitting on your shoulders anymore. They’re coming home with us.”
[Hughes adjusts the title on his shoulder and takes a step closer to Lucas, getting right in his face.]
Jake Hughes:
“Coming home with you? Hate to break it to you, but from what we’ve seen, you don’t stand a chance against the Canadian Connection. We’ve taken down teams tougher, smarter, and way more dangerous than you two clowns.”
Scott Cole:
“Next week at Seasons Beatings, you’ll find out what real champions look like. And spoiler alert: it ain’t you.”
[The tension in the air grows thick as both teams stare each other down. Lucas and Michael stand their ground, clearly not backing down.]
Michael Sexton:
“Keep talking, boys. Enjoy those belts while you can, because next week, you’re looking at your replacements.”
[Hughes and Cole exchange a smirk before stepping aside, allowing the Scoundrels to pass, but not without one final taunt from Hughes.]
Jake Hughes:
“Hope you enjoyed your little warm-up tonight. Because next week, it’s gonna be lights out for the Sin City Scoundrels.”
[The Scoundrels brush past the champions without another word, their confidence unwavering as they head further backstage. The camera lingers on the Canadian Connection, who share a cocky chuckle before walking off in the opposite direction. The tension is palpable as the screen fades to black.]
Backstage
Prove It
[The camera cuts backstage to the locker room of Generation Joint. Kenneth D Williams is lacing up his boots, a determined expression on his face as he prepares for his upcoming match against ‘the Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood. Jacob Izaz is standing nearby, offering words of encouragement, while Bellitor Adder, their manager, reviews some notes with him. Jay Adder leans against the locker, arms crossed, watching silently with a critical look.]
Jacob Izaz:
“Alright, Kenneth, this is your moment, man. Blackwood’s tough, but we know you’ve got this. Just stick to the game plan.”
Bellitor Adder:
“Exactly. Keep your focus, exploit his weaknesses, and remember what we’ve worked on. You’ve got all the tools to take him down tonight.”
[Williams nods confidently as he finishes tying his boots, standing up and rolling his shoulders to loosen up. Just as the group begins to head toward the door, Jay Adder steps forward, blocking their path with an outstretched arm.]
Jay Adder:
“Hold up, hold up. Before we all go marching out there, I’ve got something to say.”
[Everyone stops and looks at Adder, who glances around the room with a smirk before locking eyes with Williams.]
Jay Adder:
“Kenneth, you’ve been talking a big game lately, acting like you’re still the leader of this group. But let’s be real—leaders* prove themselves. They don’t need backup every time they step into the ring. So here’s the deal. Tonight? You’re going out there alone. No Izaz, no me—just you and Bellitor. You wanna prove you’re the guy? Then handle your business.”*
[The room falls silent for a moment as Williams glares at Adder, his fists clenching at his sides. Izaz looks between the two, clearly uncomfortable with the brewing tension.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“You think I can’t handle myself? I’ve been leading this group long before you decided to start running your mouth. Fine. I don’t need you or Izaz out there. I’ll handle Blackwood on my own and show everyone why I’m still the leader of Generation Joint.”
[Williams turns to Izaz, pointing at him firmly.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Stay back here. I’ve got this.”
[Izaz hesitates, looking like he wants to argue, but ultimately nods and steps back. Bellitor Adder places a reassuring hand on Williams’ shoulder, giving him a confident nod.]
Bellitor Adder:
“Let’s go, Kenneth. Time to show them what you’re made of.”
[Williams pushes past Jay Adder, who smirks smugly as he watches him leave the locker room with Bellitor. Once Williams and Bellitor are gone, Izaz turns to Adder with a frustrated expression.]
Jacob Izaz:
“What was that about, Jay? You didn’t need to stir the pot like that.”
Jay Adder:
“Relax, Izaz. This isn’t about stirring the pot. It’s about seeing if Kenneth really deserves to lead this group. If he can’t take care of business on his own, then maybe it’s time for a change.”
[Izaz shakes his head, clearly torn, as Adder shrugs nonchalantly. The camera lingers on the tense atmosphere in the locker room before cutting to the ring, where Kenneth D Williams’ music begins to play, signaling the start of his match.]
Single Match
Jake Blackwood vs. Kenneth D Williams
Ringside
No Doubt
[The camera cuts to the ring where ‘The Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood stands tall, his hand raised in victory as his theme music blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers loudly, celebrating Blackwood’s impressive win. Across the ring, Kenneth D Williams sits on his knees, sweat pouring down his face, clutching his ribs as he glares at the mat, clearly frustrated by the loss.]
[Blackwood climbs a turnbuckle to soak in the applause from the fans before rolling out of the ring and heading backstage. The focus shifts to Williams, who slowly pulls himself up to his feet, using the ropes for support. The crowd starts to murmur as a voice cuts through the noise.]
Jay Adder (from the entrance ramp):
“Well, well, well, Kenneth. Look at you down there. Another match, another failure.”
[The crowd boos as Jay Adder steps out onto the stage, microphone in hand, a smug smirk plastered across his face. Kenneth D Williams, now fully upright, glares at Adder as he leans on the ropes, catching his breath.]
Jay Adder:
*”You told me, told *all of us,* that you could handle yourself, that you didn’t need anyone else out here tonight. And yet… here you are, eating another loss while Blackwood celebrates. Face it, Kenneth—you’ve proven exactly what I said earlier. You’re not fit to lead Generation Joint anymore.”*
[The crowd roars with boos as Williams shakes his head, pacing in the ring, clearly fuming.]
Jay Adder:
“From here on out, I’m calling the shots. Generation Joint doesn’t need a so-called ‘leader’ who can’t even pick up a win when it matters most. It’s time for someone who can actually deliver results. It’s time for someone like me!”
[The crowd continues to boo as Adder points to himself, his smirk widening. Williams picks up a microphone from ringside, his breathing still heavy, and responds.]
Kenneth D Williams:
*”You’re real good at running that mouth of yours, Jay. Real good at standing up there on that stage and throwing shade while I’m down here putting in the work. But let me make something clear—I never asked to be the leader of this group. I never *wanted* to be. All I’ve ever done is fight for this team and try to make us stronger. But you?”*
[Williams steps toward the ropes, pointing directly at Adder.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“If you think you’re the guy to take us to the top, then how about you prove it? You want to be the leader? You want to call the shots? Then step in this ring with me at Seasons Beatings next week and show me you’ve got what it takes!”
[The crowd erupts with cheers as Adder raises an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by Williams’ challenge. He quickly regains his composure, smirking as he looks around at the fans.]
Jay Adder:
“Oh, I’ll step in the ring with you, Kenneth. And when I beat you in front of everyone, there won’t be any doubt left in anyone’s mind that I’m the real leader of Generation Joint. You’re on.”
[The crowd pops as Williams nods, tossing his microphone to the mat and glaring up at Adder. Adder points at Williams from the stage, mouthing “Your time is up” before turning and walking backstage, leaving Williams alone in the ring as the tension builds toward their showdown at Seasons Beatings.]
[The segment ends with Williams standing tall in the ring, wiping sweat from his face but looking more determined than ever as the crowd chants his name.]
Backstage
Favour
[The scene cuts backstage to the dimly lit locker room area, where Trailer Trash Terry is pacing back and forth, psyching himself up for his match against Johnny Dorn later in the evening. Terry, dressed in his signature sleeveless flannel shirt and torn jeans, cracks his knuckles and mutters under his breath, clearly amped up for the fight.]
[The door creaks open, and the sVo Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling, cautiously steps into the room. The “LA Luminary” looks out of place in the chaotic environment, dressed sharply with his championship belt slung over his shoulder. Sterling clears his throat, causing Terry to glance up sharply.]
Trailer Trash Terry:
“What the hell do you want, Sterling? You lost or somethin’?”
Alex Sterling (nervously):
“Terry… Terry, my man. Look, I know you’ve got this big match tonight against Johnny Dorn, and I just wanted to… well, y’know, stop by and wish you luck. But also…”
[Sterling hesitates, choosing his words carefully as Terry glares at him, clearly unimpressed.]
Alex Sterling:
*”Also, I was thinking… it’d be *real* helpful—for both of us, really—if, uh… you took Dorn out tonight. For good.”*
[Terry stops pacing and steps closer to Sterling, towering over him with an intimidating scowl.]
Trailer Trash Terry:
*”Let me get this straight. You want me to *do your dirty work* and take out Dorn so your fancy little title reign doesn’t get threatened? That about right, champ?”*
[Sterling holds up his hands defensively, trying to backtrack.]
Alex Sterling:
“Hey, hey, it’s not like that! I mean, Dorn’s been runnin’ his mouth about how he’s gonna take my belt at Seasons Beatings, and I just thought, y’know, we could… help each other out. You’ve got history with him, and I figured you wouldn’t mind…”
[Terry cuts him off with a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.]
Trailer Trash Terry:
*”I don’t need *you* tellin’ me why I should take Dorn out. I’ve been hatin’ that jackass for years. But lemme make one thing crystal clear, Sterling—I ain’t doin’ this for you or your shiny little belt. I’m doin’ this ‘cause I can’t stand that loudmouth son of a bitch, and I’ve been waitin’ for a chance to shut him up for good. You just happen to benefit from it.”*
[Sterling’s tense expression softens, and a sly grin spreads across his face as he nods approvingly.]
Alex Sterling:
“Fair enough. That’s all I needed to hear, Terry. Just, uh… do what you do best out there.”
[Sterling pats Terry on the shoulder, but Terry immediately shrugs him off, causing Sterling to flinch slightly.]
Trailer Trash Terry:
“Save the pats on the back for someone else, Sterling. You keep your nose outta my business, and I’ll keep my fists in Dorn’s face. Now get outta here before I change my mind.”
[Sterling doesn’t need to be told twice. He nods quickly and exits the locker room, clearly relieved. The camera focuses on Terry as he cracks his neck, smirking to himself before turning back to continue his pre-match preparations.]
[The segment ends with a lingering shot of Terry muttering to himself, psyching himself up as the tension builds for his clash with Johnny Dorn later in the night.]
sVo Roulette Championship Match
Ali Young (c) vs. Bronson Johnson
Ringside
Another Week Another Win
[The scene opens with Ali Young standing triumphantly in the center of the ring, holding her Roulette Championship high in the air. The fans in the Goodfellas Casino Arena are on their feet, showering her with a mixed reaction—boos from those who despise her arrogant attitude and cheers from those who can’t deny her technical brilliance.]
Ali Young (grinning):
*”Another week, another win! Did anyone *really* think Bronson Johnson was going to take this title from me? I’m the most dominant Roulette Champion this company has ever seen, and I’m just getting started!”*
[The boos intensify as Ali smirks and pats the title on her shoulder. As Bronson Johnson begins to stir in the corner, the crowd’s reaction suddenly shifts as the camera pans to the entrance ramp. Puck, Ali’s grizzled Canadian veteran teammate, sprints down to the ring with a cold, focused expression.]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Oh no, not again! We saw this same playbook last week against Victor Holland!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Puck doesn’t seem content with Ali Young winning clean. This is about sending a message!”
[Puck slides into the ring and immediately targets Bronson Johnson, stomping him into the mat with vicious force. The fans boo loudly as Puck grabs Johnson and hoists him up, delivering a brutal spike DDT in the center of the ring. Ali stands back, watching with a cocky grin as her teammate does the dirty work.]
Ali Young:
“That’s what happens when you step up to the best! Stay down, Bronson, or you’ll regret it even more!”
[Suddenly, the crowd erupts in cheers as Victor Holland charges down the ramp! The popular young star, still sore from last week’s ambush, slides into the ring and goes straight for Puck.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Here comes Victor Holland! He hasn’t forgotten what Puck did to him last week!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Business just picked up, and Holland’s not wasting any time!”
[Holland tackles Puck to the mat and begins unloading with hard right hands. Puck scrambles out from under him and rolls to the outside, regrouping as Ali Young backs toward the ropes, clutching her title tightly. Holland stands tall in the ring, pointing at Puck and yelling, “Not this time!” The fans are firmly behind Holland as he turns to check on Bronson Johnson.]
[Puck glares at Holland from ringside, his fists clenched. Ali grabs Puck by the arm, pulling him away as she yells, “Not now! Let’s go!” Puck reluctantly follows her up the ramp, but his eyes never leave Holland.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Victor Holland has seen enough of these post-match attacks! He wasn’t about to let Puck and Ali Young make another example out of someone tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“But you can tell this is far from over, Julian. Ali Young and Puck don’t like being shown up, and Victor Holland just painted a target on his back!”
[The segment ends with Holland helping Bronson Johnson to his feet as the fans chant his name. Meanwhile, Ali and Puck glare back at the ring from the top of the ramp, Ali holding her Roulette Championship high as the tension builds for what’s clearly becoming a heated rivalry.]
Backstage
The Future or the End?
[The scene opens inside the Horizon locker room. Johnny All Star, the leader of the group, paces back and forth in front of Gunner Lang, Darwin Jones, Hugo Ryzing, and their manager JD James. The mood is tense but focused, as the eight-man tag match against the Legends Club later tonight looms large.]
Johnny All Star:
“Alright, listen up. Tonight is not just another match. Tonight is about sending a message—our* message—to those Legends Club clowns, to Blood Money, to Amy Page, and to every single fan in that arena. It’s about proving that Horizon isn’t just a faction—they’re the future of this company!”*
[All Star stops pacing and looks at each of his teammates in turn, his intensity unmistakable.]
Johnny All Star:
*”I know what’s at stake next week at Seasons Beatings. I know if I lose, Horizon is done. And yeah, maybe some people out there don’t think I can get the job done. But let me tell you something—win or lose, *we* are going down in sVo history as the best damn team to ever do it!”*
[The others nod, their expressions growing determined. JD James steps forward, his hands on his hips.]
JD James:
“He’s right. Legends Club, Blood Money—they’re too busy playing mind games to realize what we’ve got. We’re a unit. We’re a family. And when we hit that ring tonight, we don’t just fight for ourselves—we fight for the name of Horizon. We fight for legacy.”
[Darwin Jones cracks his knuckles, his voice low and menacing.]
Darwin Jones:
“The Legends Club’s been running their mouths too much. Tonight, we shut ‘em up for good.”
[Hugo Ryzing leans back against the lockers, smirking.]
Hugo Ryzing:
“They think they’re untouchable, but they’ve never been in the ring with four guys like us before. Let’s remind them why we’re the most dangerous group in the sVo.”
[Gunner Lang steps forward, his eyes locked on All Star.]
Gunner Lang:
“Johnny, no matter what happens at Seasons Beatings, we’ve got your back tonight. We’re with you, win or lose.”
[All Star places a hand on Lang’s shoulder, a rare show of camaraderie from the usually cocky leader.]
Johnny All Star:
“I appreciate that, Gunner. But let’s make one thing clear—we’re not losing tonight. We’re going out there to dominate, to prove once and for all that Horizon isn’t just a group, it’s a damn dynasty.”
[All Star turns to the rest of the group, his voice rising with confidence.]
Johnny All Star:
*”Now let’s go out there and make sure those Legends Club fools remember the name *Horizon* when they’re picking themselves up off the mat!”*
[The group lets out a unified cheer, their resolve firmly in place. JD James slaps Darwin and Hugo on the back as they grab their gear, ready to head to the ring. The camera lingers on Johnny All Star as he picks up his jacket, his expression a mix of determination and defiance.]
[The scene fades out with Horizon exiting the locker room, ready for battle.]
Single Match
Trailer Trash Terry vs. Johnny Dorn
Backstage
Fluke
[The scene opens backstage where Alex Sterling, the reigning sVo Las Vegas Champion, is standing in front of a monitor, arms crossed, watching the end of Johnny Dorn’s match. On the screen, Dorn is celebrating his hard-fought victory over Trailer Trash Terry in the middle of the ring. The crowd’s cheers are deafening, and Sterling’s expression grows darker with each passing second.]
[Sterling mutters under his breath, clenching his fists.]
Alex Sterling:
“Unbelievable. That idiot couldn’t even get the job done.”
[As Dorn climbs the turnbuckles to play to the crowd on the monitor, Sterling’s frustration boils over. He shouts at the screen, his voice echoing through the empty corridor.]
Alex Sterling:
“Enjoy it while it lasts, Dorn! You’re a fluke, and everyone knows it!”
[Sterling’s anger reaches its peak as Dorn raises his arms triumphantly in the ring. With a loud grunt, Sterling spins and delivers a hard kick to the base of the monitor, sending it crashing to the floor. The screen flickers and dies as sparks fly briefly, leaving the backstage area in tense silence.]
[Breathing heavily, Sterling glares at the wreckage before running a hand through his hair, trying to collect himself. A backstage staff member cautiously peers around the corner but quickly retreats when Sterling shoots them a furious look.]
Alex Sterling:
*”You think you’re ready for *this* belt, Dorn? You’re not even close. I’ll make sure everyone sees you for what you really are—a joke.”*
[Sterling grabs his Las Vegas Championship from a nearby table, slinging it over his shoulder with a scowl. He storms off down the hallway, muttering to himself as the camera lingers on the broken monitor, a faint spark still flickering.]
[Scene fades back to the arena, where Johnny Dorn continues to celebrate in front of the roaring crowd.]
Backstage
The Opponent
[The scene opens with the sVo Champion, “The Bully” Danny Domino, making his way down to the ring. The crowd erupts into loud boos as Domino steps out onto the stage, his cocky smirk and the sVo Championship draped arrogantly over his shoulder. He basks in the negative reaction, making exaggerated gestures to rile the fans even more as he struts to the ring.]
[Once inside the ring, Domino grabs a microphone and raises it to his lips, waiting for the jeers to die down before speaking.]
Danny Domino:
“Oh, keep it coming, you ungrateful morons! Go ahead, boo the best thing that’s ever happened to this company!”
[The boos grow even louder, but Domino shakes his head dismissively and continues.]
Danny Domino:
*”You people are so predictable. You should be booing Carlos Vasquez, not me! Yeah, that’s right—your precious Victory Cup winner! Because thanks to him being a coward, *your* sVo Champion won’t even be defending this beautiful title at Seasons Beatings!”*
[Domino holds the belt high in the air, drawing more boos from the crowd.]
Danny Domino:
*”He’s been ducking and diving me for weeks, and now it’s too late. There’s no one left to challenge me, so I guess I’ll just take the night off while the rest of the roster embarrasses themselves for your so-called entertainment. And honestly, you should be thanking me for sparing you all the humiliation of seeing your favorite loser, Vasquez, get annihilated by *The Bully!“
[Domino smirks smugly, adjusting the championship on his shoulder.]
Danny Domino:
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got better things to do than waste my time in front of you rejects—”
[Suddenly, the arena lights dim, and the crowd explodes into a thunderous roar as the entrance music of sVo legend Night hits the speakers! The Japanese icon, known for his stoic demeanor and legendary in-ring prowess, emerges onto the stage. Dressed in his signature black and purple robe, Night surveys the crowd before making his way down to the ring with a purposeful stride.]
[Domino’s cocky smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of unease as Night climbs into the ring. The fans are chanting Night’s name as he picks up a microphone and locks eyes with Domino.]
Night:
“Danny Domino… you talk about cowards, but the only coward I see in this ring is the man holding that championship.”
[The crowd erupts as Domino shakes his head, mouthing “No, no, no” repeatedly.]
Night:
“These fans deserve better. They deserve to see the sVo Championship defended on one of the biggest nights of the year. Seasons Beatings is about the best of the best proving themselves, not about champions hiding behind excuses.”
[The crowd cheers loudly, and Domino clutches the belt closer to his chest, looking increasingly nervous.]
Night:
*”So, next week, at Seasons Beatings, you *will* defend the sVo Championship. And your opponent will be me.”*
[The fans explode into deafening cheers as Night points directly at Domino. The champion’s face is a mixture of shock and anger. He clutches his championship tightly, shaking his head furiously.]
Danny Domino:
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This isn’t happening! I’m not fighting you! You don’t get to just walk in here and—”
[Night takes a step closer to Domino, cutting him off mid-sentence. The tension is palpable as Domino looks at Night, then at the crowd, before backing away toward the ropes.]
Danny Domino:
“This is a joke! You’re all gonna regret this!”
[Domino angrily drops the microphone and hastily slides out of the ring, holding his championship close as he storms up the ramp. Night stands in the center of the ring, his stoic expression unwavering as the crowd chants his name and the camera fades out.]
Backstage
End of the Horizon
[Backstage, the camera zooms in on the locker room of the Legends Club. Curtis Knight stands at the center, surrounded by his teammates—Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall. The atmosphere is intense as they prepare for their match against Horizon later tonight. Curtis Knight paces back and forth, his voice low but filled with confidence.]
Curtis Knight:
“Listen up, everyone. Tonight, we make sure the whole world remembers who we are. Legends Club, the group that’s been dominating wrestling organizations around the globe—destroying everything in our path. And tonight, Horizon is no different. We’re going to leave them broken, before they even get to Seasons Beatings!”
[Athena nods, her eyes focused and filled with determination. Drew Hendrix cracks his knuckles, clearly ready for the impending battle. Buzz Marshall gives a slow, confident nod as he adjusts his gear.]
Athena:
“Curtis is right. Horizon thinks they’re ready for Seasons Beatings, but they have no idea what we’re capable of. They’re about to find out the hard way.”
Drew Hendrix:
“They can talk all they want about fighting us at the PPV, but tonight, we’ll show them exactly why they don’t belong in the ring with us. No one’s ever been able to stop us, and they won’t be the first.”
Buzz Marshall:
“We’ve taken down the best in the world. Horizon doesn’t stand a chance. After tonight, they’ll be begging for mercy.”
Curtis Knight:
“That’s the attitude I want from you all. But don’t just go out there and beat them—go out there and send a message. Show them that when it comes to the Legends Club, we don’t just take titles—we take respect. And after tonight, they’ll have no choice but to respect us.”
[Knight pauses for a moment, looking each of his teammates in the eyes before continuing with a fiery passion.]
Curtis Knight:
“Seasons Beatings is right around the corner, and after we’re done with Horizon tonight, no one will doubt who the true kings of the sVo are. This is our world, and they’re just living in it. Let’s show them why.”
[The group nods in agreement, the tension in the room palpable as they prepare to make their statement tonight.]
Curtis Knight:
“Tonight, we dominate. Let’s make sure no one forgets why we’re called the Legends Club.”
[The camera pulls back as the Legends Club members exchange determined looks and head toward the arena for their match. The scene fades to black as the anticipation for the upcoming battle builds.]
Eight Man Tag Team Match
Horizon vs. the Legends Club
Backstage
The Long Game
[The scene opens with the camera zooming in on the aftermath of the chaotic four-on-four main event match between Horizon and the Legends Club. The bell has rung, and Horizon stands tall in the ring, celebrating their hard-fought victory. The fans are on their feet, cheering for Horizon’s triumph, but the atmosphere quickly shifts as the Legends Club refuse to leave the ring quietly.]
[Suddenly, chaos erupts. The Legends Club rushes back into the ring, attacking Horizon from behind. Curtis Knight, Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall batter down on Johnny All Star, Gunner Lang, Darwin Jones, and Hugo Ryzing. The arena descends into chaos as the two factions continue to brawl across the ring, with security rushing in to try and break them up. Chairs are tossed, fists fly, and the crowd roars in excitement at the pure chaos unfolding.]
[The camera quickly cuts to the backstage area, where Blood Money (Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo) are sitting in their locker room, watching the chaos unfold on a monitor. The sight of the brawling factions puts huge smiles on their faces.]
[Anthony Moretti, sitting confidently in his chair, leans forward, watching intently. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches Horizon and the Legends Club tear each other apart.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Let them destroy each other… The longer they fight, the more they weaken. Makes things a whole lot easier for us when it’s our time to step in.”
[Joe Barone smirks and leans against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.]
Joe Barone:
“They think they’re in control, but look at them. A bunch of amateurs, tearing each other apart. They’re all just paving the way for us.”
[Junior Gambino, pacing near the door, chuckles darkly.]
Junior Gambino:
“These two groups have no idea what’s coming for them. Let them keep fighting—by the time we step in, there’ll be nothing left for them to fight over. The prize? Ours for the taking.”
[Nicky Columbo, leaning against a locker, laughs softly.]
Nicky Columbo:
“It’s only a matter of time before they’re all too broken to even stand. And then we sweep in, take control, and make our move. You know, I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.”
[The camera cuts back to the arena, where Horizon and the Legends Club continue to fight. Security has done little to stop the two groups, and it’s clear that this brawl is far from over. The crowd is going wild as the chaos spills over the barricades into the crowd.]
[The camera cuts back to the locker room of Blood Money, where the group is now standing, still watching the screen, their smiles never fading.]
Anthony Moretti:
“When the dust settles, they’ll realize that they’ve been nothing but pawns in a game we’ve been playing all along. At Seasons Beatings, we’ll be the ones standing tall while they’re left to pick up the pieces. It’s inevitable.”
[He pauses, looking around at his team.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Keep your eyes on them, boys. Let them destroy each other tonight. Next week, it’s our time to shine.”
[The camera zooms in on Moretti’s face as he smiles wickedly, the bloodthirsty excitement clear in his eyes.]
[The screen fades to black as the sound of distant brawling echoes through the arena, signaling the end of the show.]
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