sVo Showdown 224
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 11th May 2025
[PYRO EXPLOSION]
[CAMERA SWEEPS across a packed and raucous Goodfellas Casino Arena, where signs wave, fans roar, and the atmosphere is electric in the wake of Countdown to Violence!]
[“Las Vegas” by The Academic blares through the speakers as the broadcast kicks off.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are LIVE from the fight capital of the world — Las Vegas, Nevada! This is Showdown 224, and we are hot off the heels of Countdown to Violence!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And what a pay-per-view it was, Julian! New champions were crowned, rivalries exploded, and now all eyes turn to the next stop on the road… Jackpot 2025!”
Julian Fiasco:
“In just six weeks time, 30 of the top names in professional wrestling will battle it out in the Jackpot Rumble, with the winner earning a future shot at the sVo Championship… but tonight, the fallout from Countdown to Violence begins, and the road to Jackpot officially kicks off!”
[FOOTAGE PLAYS of the closing moments from the PPV – Kenneth D Williams lifting the sVo Championship high after finally dethroning Carlos Vasquez in an emotional moment.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“That man right there — Kenneth D Williams — shocked the world, fulfilled a lifelong dream, and finally reached the pinnacle by becoming sVo Champion! But now the real challenge begins…”
Julian Fiasco:
“Meanwhile, Alex Sterling held onto the Las Vegas Title after surviving a war with Dylan MacLeod… and speaking of survival, Victor Holland pulled off a massive upset over Anthony Moretti, causing serious rumblings within the Blood Money camp.”
[Highlights roll of Katsuhiro Kaneda’s win over CJ Dreamer, and Amy Page’s angry reaction backstage.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Let’s not forget that Rising Sun Pro Wrestling’s Katsuhiro Kaneda still holds the Junior Heavyweight Championship after beating hometown hero CJ Dreamer — and from what we’ve heard, Amy Page is not happy about it.”
Julian Fiasco:
“And tonight we’ve got a loaded card as the fallout continues — including Jake Blackwood taking on Noah Rogan, and a big match between Jacob Izaz and Dylan MacLeod!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Plus, with the Jackpot Rumble looming, you better believe everyone’s going to be trying to make a statement and earn their ticket into that thirty-man war!”
Julian Fiasco:
“So don’t go anywhere — the action is about to get underway, and this is sVo Showdown 224!”
[CAMERA PANS to the entrance ramp as the first competitor makes their way to the ring to kick off the show.]
Single Match
Noah Rogan vs. Jake Blackwood
Ringside
[The bell rings and the referee raises Jake Blackwood’s hand after a hard-fought victory over Noah Rogan. Rogan rolls out of the ring, clutching his midsection, as Blackwood climbs the turnbuckles, throwing his arms up to a strong ovation from the Las Vegas crowd.]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“What a win for the ‘Wild West Warrior’! Jake Blackwood continues to build momentum, and you have to wonder if he’s riding into title contention!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“He’s tough, he’s dangerous, and with the Jackpot Rumble just around the corner, you can bet he’s going to make his voice heard!”
[Blackwood hops down and is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. He paces the ring with fire in his eyes as the crowd chants “BLACKWOOD! BLACKWOOD!”]
Jake Blackwood:
“Las Vegas… I’ve been riding into towns just like this one my whole damn career, lookin’ for the next fight, the next challenge… the next title.”
[Pop from the crowd.]
Jake Blackwood:
“And lately, I’ve been looking real close at a certain championship. That shiny piece of gold that’s wrapped around the waist of the ‘LA Luminary’ — Alex Sterling.”
[Another big pop. A “Blackwood! Blackwood!” chant kicks up again.]
Jake Blackwood:
“Sterling, I’ve seen you duck and weave. I’ve seen you survive some tough fights, and I’ll give you credit — you’re slick. You’re skilled. But you ain’t faced anyone like me.”
[He looks directly into the camera now, no-nonsense.]
Jake Blackwood:
“I don’t care if it’s next week, next month, or at Jackpot… I’m comin’ for the Las Vegas Championship. I ain’t askin’. I’m puttin’ the sVo on notice — the Wild West Warrior wants his shot.”
[Blackwood throws the mic down as the crowd erupts. He climbs the ropes once again, motioning around his waist and pointing to the entrance ramp, clearly calling out Sterling.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Jake Blackwood just made it loud and clear — he’s gunning for Alex Sterling and the Las Vegas Title!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And with that performance tonight, you’ve got to think Amy Page is listening!”
[Fade to the backstage area as the show rolls on.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the sleek, modern office of sVo COO Amy Page. The nameplate gleams on her desk, and behind her hangs a framed poster of last week’s “Countdown to Violence” PPV. Standing in front of her desk are CJ Dreamer and Ricky Johnson. Dreamer still looks frustrated after his narrow loss to Katsuhiro Kaneda, while Johnson stands beside him with arms crossed, wary.]
Amy Page (sternly, tapping a pen against her desk):
“You know, CJ… I gave you a golden opportunity last week. A chance to bring the International Junior Heavyweight Championship here to the sVo. A chance to show the world that we—my company—can compete with the best in the world.”
[Dreamer sighs and opens his mouth to speak, but Page cuts him off.]
Amy Page:
“But instead? You failed. You let Kaneda walk out of my building with his title intact. And now? Now I’ve got to deal with the optics of that.”
[She slowly rises from her chair and walks around the desk, stopping inches away from both men.]
Amy Page:
“And around here… when you drop the ball, you pay the price.”
[She points toward the door.]
Amy Page:
“So tonight, you’re not getting time to sulk or regroup. Tonight, you both go out there… and you face the Enforcers.”
[Dreamer’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. Johnson steps forward.]
Ricky Johnson:
“What? The Enforcers? That’s a punishment, not a match.”
Amy Page (smirking coldly):
“Exactly. Consider it a little reminder of what happens when you don’t deliver.”
[She leans in slightly closer to Dreamer.]
Amy Page:
“And CJ… you’d better hope you survive tonight. Because your future around here? It’s hanging by a thread.”
[With that, Page turns her back on them and returns to her desk, sitting down calmly. Dreamer clenches his fists, and Johnson shakes his head in frustration as they exit the office.]
[Cut back to ringside as the crowd buzzes in anticipation of the tag team match.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the backstage hallway, where ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino is swaggering through with his trademark leather jacket and a smug grin on his face. He looks as cocky as ever after his recent win on Project Violence Uprising just last night. Suddenly, the path is blocked by two familiar faces – the Malones. Frankie Malone stands front and center, arms crossed, while ‘Money’ Malone hangs back, cracking his knuckles.]
Frankie Malone:
“Domino.”
[Domino stops in his tracks, rolls his eyes slightly, and raises an eyebrow.]
Danny Domino:
“Well if it ain’t the Malone boys. What’s the matter, someone short you at the blackjack table?”
Money Malone (stepping forward):
“No. We just don’t like what you did to Marty Murdoch last week at the PPV.”
Frankie Malone:
“Yeah. That was a damn cheap shot, Danny. Marty’s got heart. You didn’t need to circle back and stomp on him like that after the bell. That ain’t how we do things around here.”
[Domino chuckles to himself and steps forward, the smirk never leaving his face.]
Danny Domino:
“Marty Murdoch shouldn’t have stepped into my ring if he wasn’t ready for a real fight. I told everyone I’m done playing nice. He got what was coming to him. And unless either of you have a better idea, maybe you should take a few notes.”
[Frankie Malone gets nose-to-nose with Domino.]
Frankie Malone:
“I got a better idea. How about you step into that ring with me tonight, main event. Let’s see how tough you are when you’re not jumping a guy after the match.”
[The tension is thick as the two stare each other down. Domino slowly smiles.]
Danny Domino:
“You want the main event? You got it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Malone. You step into the ring with a bully, you’re gonna get bullied.”
[Domino walks past them, shoulder-checking Frankie on the way out. The Malones watch him go, fired up and ready for a fight.]
[Fade out.]
Tag Team Match
CJ Dreamer & Ricky Johnson vs. The Enforcers
Backstage
[The scene opens in the backstage interview area where the ever-composed and professional KATIE SMITH stands with a microphone in hand. To her left, flanking her with smug grins and matching flashy suits, are the SIN CITY SCOUNDRELS—MICHAEL and LUCAS SEXTON. The scuzzy, self-obsessed duo adjusts their sunglasses and brush imaginary dust off their shoulders as Katie begins the interview.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time—Michael and Lucas Sexton, the Sin City Scoundrels. Gentlemen, at Countdown to Violence, you came up short in your attempt to recapture the sVo Tag Team Championships. What’s next for the two of you?”
[Lucas smirks and nudges Michael before stepping forward.]
Lucas Sexton:
“First off, Katie, let’s not call it ‘coming up short.’ Let’s call it what it was—an off night. A fluke. The Southern Boys got lucky, plain and simple. But don’t worry, sweetheart… we’re not dwelling on the past.”
Michael Sexton:
“No, no, no—we’re looking toward bigger and better things. The sVo Tag belts are nice, sure. But we’re internationally known. Global talents. And we’ve had our eyes on something shinier… something with a little European flair.”
Lucas Sexton:
“That’s right. We’re talkin’ about the International Tag Team Championships. Held right now by those stiff-necked stooges from Berlin Apex Wrestling—the Ultras.”
Michael Sexton (mocking accent):
“Ja, we are serious, disciplined men who wrestle in silence and drink protein shakes. Please. Give me a break.”
Lucas Sexton:
“The Sin City Scoundrels represent the lights, the action, the chaos of Las Vegas! Jackpot is around the corner, and we’re placing our bet—we want the Ultras, and we want those International Tag Titles at the PPV.”
Michael Sexton:
“So unless the Ultras are too scared to bring their little gold belts to the land of violence, I suggest they prepare for a lesson in what real tag team excellence looks like.”
[Katie remains composed, but clearly unimpressed with their arrogance.]
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it. The Sin City Scoundrels have called their shot and want a title opportunity at Jackpot. We’ll see if the Ultras are ready to accept the challenge.”
Lucas Sexton:
“They better be. Because when we roll the dice… they always land on money.”
[The Scoundrels pose cockily as the camera fades out.]
Single Match
Jacob Izaz vs. Dylan McLeod
Backstage
[The camera opens to the sleek and modern office of sVo COO AMY PAGE. The blonde powerbroker is seated at her desk, dressed sharply as ever, reviewing paperwork with a signature smirk on her face. The camera slowly pans to reveal none other than Las Vegas’s own hometown hero—“The High Stakes Hero” JASON MARTEL—standing across from her. Martel is dressed casually but stylishly, his presence radiating confidence and respect. His signature smile is aimed at the contract on the desk.]
Amy Page:
“Well… I’ll admit it, Martel. I’ve heard your name buzzing all over the Strip lately. You’ve been making waves up and down the West Coast—hell, people in this very building have been chanting your name before you’ve even signed on the dotted line.”
[Martel grins, nodding humbly.]
Jason Martel:
“I appreciate that, Ms. Page. This city made me, and now I’m ready to give it something back. I’ve busted my tail in underground venues, dingy gyms, even casino ballrooms smaller than this office… but this? The Sanctioned Violence Organization? This is the big table.”
[Page eyes him shrewdly.]
Amy Page:
“Big table means big risks. This isn’t the indies, sweetheart. This is prime time. And while the fans may love their shiny hometown heroes… I care about results. You want to impress me? You better back up that ‘High Stakes’ nickname in the ring.”
[Martel doesn’t flinch. He leans forward, picks up the pen, and signs the contract with a flourish.]
Jason Martel:
“I didn’t come here to ride the hype. I came here to win. The lights, the pressure, the odds stacked against me? That’s Vegas. And in Vegas—”
[He pauses and flashes his signature confident smile.]
Jason Martel:
“—you always bet on yourself.”
[Page raises an eyebrow and smirks.]
Amy Page:
“Then let’s see how far that bet takes you, Martel. Welcome to the sVo.”
[Martel turns to leave, nodding respectfully before exiting the office. Page watches him go with a calculating look, clearly intrigued as the camera fades out.]
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the lavish private locker room of Blood Money, decked out in rich red and gold tones, with a faint haze of cigar smoke lingering in the air. Seated around the room are the sharply dressed members of the mafia-inspired faction: “The Problem Solver” Joe Barone polishing his wrist tape with slow menace, the ever-slick Junior Gambino checking his reflection in a handheld mirror, and the cold, quiet enforcer Nicky Columbo leaning against the wall. The mood is tense.]
[Anthony Moretti, the sharply-suited leader of Blood Money, paces in front of them, fire in his eyes. A half-empty glass of bourbon sits on the nearby table as he turns, voice sharp and commanding.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Last week… was an embarrassment.”
[The others look up. No one dares interrupt.]
Anthony Moretti:
“I told the world I was gonna put Victor Holland in the ground, and what happened? The guy walks out with his hand raised, while I’m sittin’ in the corner lookin’ like a chump. And where were the rest of you, huh?”
[Barone clenches his jaw but says nothing. Gambino shrugs, but wisely holds his tongue.]
Anthony Moretti:
“We used to run this place. Remember that? Championships, main events, fear in every damn locker room when we walked past. Now? We’re gettin’ laughed at.”
[He steps closer to the group, glaring at each member in turn.]
Anthony Moretti:
“So now it’s time to step the hell up. No more excuses. No more second guessing. It’s time to remind everyone why Blood Money runs this damn show. I don’t care if it’s tag gold, singles gold, beatin’ the hell outta rookies or veterans… we make our mark again. We take what we want.”
[Columbo finally speaks, his voice low and gravelly.]
Nicky Columbo:
“Who we makin’ an example of first?”
[Moretti smirks coldly.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Doesn’t matter who. Anybody who gets in our way. From here on out—every match is business. And business? It’s about to pick up.”
[The group slowly nods, rising from their seats with renewed purpose. The camera lingers on Moretti as he straightens his cufflinks and mutters under his breath.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Time to remind the world who owns this damn city.”
[The camera fades out as Blood Money storms out of the locker room, unified and dangerous once again.]
Single Match
Danny Domino vs. Frankie Malone
Backstage
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where the always professional and composed Katie Smith stands with microphone in hand. Next to her is the intense and fiery “Miami Maverick” Carlos Vasquez, dressed in a designer leather jacket, gold chains glinting under the lights, and his eyes hidden behind tinted aviator sunglasses. He paces restlessly for a moment before Katie begins.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time — the former sVo Champion, ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez. Carlos, just one week ago at Countdown to Violence, you lost the sVo Championship to Kenneth D Williams in what many are calling an instant classic. How are you feeling in the aftermath?”
[Vasquez slowly lowers his sunglasses, revealing sharp, focused eyes. He snatches the mic gently from Katie’s hand and steps forward, fire in his voice as he speaks in his signature Tony Montana-esque accent.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“You wanna know how I feel, chica? I feel mad, okay? Not at Kenny D… nah, he fought like a champion. I feel mad at myself. I let that title slip through my fingers. I had it… I was the king of this damn city. Now? I’m just another guy in line.”
[He lets out a breath, clearly trying to hold back frustration, but there’s no whining in his tone — only fire and purpose.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“But I ain’t gonna cry about it, okay? I ain’t gonna go around makin’ excuses, pointin’ fingers, actin’ like some punk. You lose, you take it like a man. You eat it, and you come back stronger.”
[He steps closer to the camera now, intensity building.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“So here’s the deal. I know how this works, man. I gotta go to the back of the line, yeah? Well guess what? I ain’t gonna wait around. I’m makin’ a move right now.”
[He smirks, removing his sunglasses and staring directly into the lens.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“At Jackpot… there’s gon’ be thirty men in that ring. One shot. One golden ticket. You lookin’ at the first name on that list, chico. That’s right — the Miami Maverick is officially enterin’ the Jackpot Rumble. I don’t care if I gotta go through twenty-nine punks, I’m winnin’ that thing, and I’m takin’ my rematch.”
[He points to himself.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“One way or another, the gold comes back to Miami, baby. Remember that.”
[He flicks his sunglasses back on and throws the mic toward Katie Smith, who barely manages to catch it. Vasquez storms off with confidence and swagger, the crowd audibly reacting in the background as the segment fades out.]
Ringside
[The lights dim slightly as “Legend Has It” by Run the Jewels hits the PA system. The crowd erupts in a deafening ovation as the new sVo Heavyweight Champion, “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams, steps out onto the stage with the gold proudly strapped around his waist. Dressed in a black leather jacket over his “HIGHLIGHT REEL” tee, he pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in the adoration from the Las Vegas crowd before making his way to the ring.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Here he is! The new king of the Sanctioned Violence Organization! The man who finally climbed the mountain after years of chasing the dream—Kenneth D Williams!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And what a moment it was at Countdown to Violence! Williams finally did it — he beat Carlos Vasquez fair and square to claim the top prize in the sVo!”
[Williams enters the ring and is handed a mic. The crowd begins a loud chant of “YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!” as he raises the title high in the air, a look of pride and emotion on his face.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Man… Vegas, this right here—this moment—is everything I ever fought for. All the setbacks, all the years… all the times people told me I couldn’t do it. Well look now, baby!”
[The crowd roars again.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve fallen… but I never stopped getting back up. And last Sunday at Countdown to Violence, I did what I set out to do—I became the sVo Heavyweight Champion!”
[Suddenly, the cheers are interrupted by a new theme blasts through the arena and the fans give another loud reaction as Victor Holland walks out onto the stage in street clothes, mic in hand. He slowly makes his way to the ring, all business.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Well, this is interesting… Victor Holland, who shocked the world by defeating Anthony Moretti at the PPV, making his presence known here tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“One of the hottest rising stars in the sVo right now — and judging by that look in his eyes, I think I know exactly what he’s about to say.”
[Holland enters the ring and stands across from Williams, giving him a respectful nod.]
Victor Holland:
“Ken… first off, congratulations. That was one hell of a fight at the PPV, and no one deserves that belt more than you.”
[The crowd cheers as Williams nods in appreciation.]
Victor Holland:
“But let’s get down to business. Last week, I did something nobody expected—I beat Anthony Moretti clean in the middle of that ring. I’ve been clawing for respect since day one, and I think it’s time I stop waiting for an opportunity and start taking one.”
[The crowd begins to buzz with anticipation.]
Victor Holland:
“So I’m out here to make it crystal clear, Ken—I want a shot at that championship. You and me. Jackpot 2025.”
[The crowd roars in approval, with dueling chants of “LET’S GO HOLLAND!” and “KEN-NY D!” ringing out.]
[Williams steps forward, nodding slowly with a serious expression. He lifts his mic.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“You earned your shot, no doubt about it. You beat Moretti, and you’ve been showing up and showing out every damn week. So if you want it… you got it.”
[The crowd explodes as the two men step closer and shake hands—firmly, with intensity. They don’t break eye contact.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Just know, when that bell rings, I ain’t holding back for nobody.”
Victor Holland:
“Wouldn’t expect you to. Just be ready—because at Jackpot, I’m coming for the crown.”
[The show ends on the powerful image of the champion and the challenger, standing toe to toe in the ring under the bright lights, the sVo Heavyweight Championship glimmering between them as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
[FADE TO BLACK.]
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