sVo Showdown 231
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 6th July 2025
🎥 [Opening montage begins. Slow, dramatic shots of the Las Vegas Strip sparkle under the neon haze—casinos glowing, dice tumbling in slow motion, and roulette wheels spinning wildly. A burst of fireworks explodes above the Goodfellas Casino Arena.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco (voiceover):
“Las Vegas… the city where fortunes are made, dreams are broken, and tonight — the fallout begins!”
🎥 [Cut to a thunderous crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena, waving signs and chanting loudly. Quick flashes of iconic sVo moments from the past: Mike Best raising the Championship, Night striking a dramatic pose, Psyko Stevo flying through the air, Roscoe Shame dominating an opponent, Johnny All Star locking in a submission, Jay Wildman bleeding but defiant, Cody Williams standing tall, and Nathan Paradine trading strikes in a brawl.]
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan (voiceover):
“From legends to legacies — this is where the past forged the path… and the future walks it every Sunday night!”
🎥 [Smash-cut to clips from sVo Jackpot 2025: Kenneth D Williams holding up the sVo Championship… Anthony Moretti being helped to the back, clutching his knee… Joe Barone eliminating the final man in the Rumble and standing tall… Alex Sterling smirking after retaining the Las Vegas Title… The Southern Boys outlasting Blood Money to keep their gold… and the Sin City Scoundrels holding up the International Tag Team Championships to a chorus of boos.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Welcome to Showdown 231, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network! I’m Julian Fiasco, joined as always by Jeremiah Sloan — and partner, what a night we have ahead!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s right, Julian — the dust has barely settled from Jackpot, and already the path to Roll the Dice 2025 is being paved! The sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams may still hold the gold, but Joe Barone is now looming with a guaranteed title shot — and you know Blood Money isn’t going anywhere!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Plus, tonight we’ll see Jake Blackwood, still hungry after his Las Vegas Title loss, take on the very man who won the Rumble — Joe Barone — in a blockbuster main event!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“And how about Alex Sterling who is expected to address the crowd tonight, while Victor Holland looks to bounce back from the PPV in singles action! Not to mention the new International Tag Team Champions — the Sin City Scoundrels — are lurking somewhere in the building!”
🎥 [Camera cuts to the rowdy live crowd inside the arena, ready for action.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Buckle up — we’re riding high off Jackpot, and tonight, the dice start rolling again… This is sVo Showdown 231, and it starts right now! Let’s go!”
🔥 [Cue opening pyro across the stage as the crowd erupts and the Showdown theme hits.]
Ringside
🎥 [The cameras cut live to the roaring crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Pyro explodes across the entrance stage as the Sanctioned Violence Network broadcast kicks off. The lights quickly dim and the sound of mob-inspired brass hits the PA system. The crowd immediately boos as three sharply dressed men step through the curtain.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“We are kicking things off tonight with the new number one contender to the sVo Championship — ‘The Problem Solver’ Joe Barone — and he’s not alone!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“After Jackpot, the landscape of the sVo has changed! With Moretti down, Joe Barone has stepped up in a big way. And judging by the looks of things, he’s ready to take the reins of Blood Money!”
🎥 [Barone, flanked by Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo, slowly steps into the ring. All three men wear tailored suits, shades, and that familiar swagger. Joe Barone is holding the Jackpot Rumble contract high above his head as the crowd continues to jeer.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Love him or hate him, Barone earned that contract — and now he holds a guaranteed shot at the sVo Championship… any time, any place.”
📢 [Joe Barone grabs a mic as the music fades. The arena rumbles with boos.]
Joe Barone:
“Vegas… shut up and show some respect.”
[Louder boos erupt.]
Joe Barone:
“One week ago, I walked into that ring with twenty-nine other guys… and I did what none of them could do — I stood tall at the end. I didn’t fluke it. I didn’t run. I didn’t hide behind anybody. I earned this.”
[Barone lifts the Rumble contract again, eyes locked on the hard cam.]
Joe Barone:
“And now? Now it’s just a matter of time before that sVo Championship comes where it belongs — to Blood Money.”
[Gambino and Columbo nod in agreement behind him.]
Joe Barone:
“I know what all of you are thinking. You’re thinking about Anthony Moretti. Our leader. Our brother. And yeah — last week didn’t go how any of us wanted. He got hurt. Bad. But here’s the thing…”
[Barone paces the ring slowly, intensity rising.]
Joe Barone:
“We’re not gone. We’re not finished. We are stronger than ever. Blood Money doesn’t fall apart — we double down.”
Joe Barone:
“From this day forward, I lead the family. Junior. Nicky. Me. And we’re not waiting around to ask permission. We’re taking what we want.”
[Gambino smirks and cracks his knuckles. Columbo pulls off his sunglasses. The crowd keeps booing.]
Joe Barone:
“So Kenneth D Williams — champ — enjoy holding that belt while you can. Shine it up real nice. Because sooner or later, whether it’s tonight, next week, or a month from now…”
Joe Barone:
“I’m coming for the title. And when I get it? There won’t be anyone left standing to take it away.”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Barone wasting no time putting the entire locker room — and the champ — on notice!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“And with Moretti out, it looks like Joe Barone is the new face of Blood Money! That should scare everybody in the back!”
🎥 [Barone drops the mic as “Blood Money” blares over the PA. The group exits the ring with purpose, Barone holding the briefcase like a loaded weapon. The camera pans across the jeering crowd before cutting to the commentary desk.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“The era of Barone might be beginning… but can anyone stop it before it’s too late?”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“We’ll find out later tonight — when Barone faces Jake Blackwood in our main event! Don’t go anywhere, folks — Showdown 231 is just getting started!”
🔥 [Fade to a match preview graphic: The Malones vs. Generation Joint — Up Next!]
Tag Team Match
The Malones vs. Generation Joint
Ringside
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“What a win for The Malones here tonight! Money and Frankie have just put Generation Joint down in decisive fashion!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“And judging by the look in their eyes, I don’t think they’re just happy to be here anymore — these boys want gold.”
🎥 [The crowd cheers as their theme music hits over the PA. Money Malone and Frankie Malone stand in the center of the ring, arms raised, sweat still pouring from the hard-fought win. Frankie calls for a microphone as the music fades.]
Frankie Malone:
“Vegas, we told you!”
[Cheers from the crowd.]
Frankie Malone:
“Week after week, we’ve been putting in the work. No shortcuts. No politics. Just hard-hitting, blue-collar beatdowns — Malone Style.”
Money Malone: (grinning, pacing the ring)
“Tonight was just another step. Generation Joint? Gone. But we’re lookin’ past joints — we’re lookin’ at titles.”
[Crowd pops loudly at the mention of gold.]
Money Malone:
“The Southern Boys? Blood Money? Sin City Scoundrels? We don’t care what corner you’re from — we’re comin’ for all of ya. You’re lookin’ at the best tag team that ain’t been crowned yet.”
Frankie Malone:
“This is a message to the rest of the sVo tag division: The Malones ain’t just here to play the game…”
Both (in unison):
“—we’re here to run it.”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“That’s a bold claim from The Malones, but after a win like that, you can’t argue with their momentum!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“They’ve been knocking on the door for months, and after tonight — I think they’re ready to kick that door down.”
🎥 [The Malones climb opposite turnbuckles, pointing to the crowd and then to their waists, signaling future championship intentions. The fans applaud as their music hits once more and the camera fades to a graphic for the next match.]
🔥 [Next Up: Clam Idia vs. Dylan MacLeod — Singles Action Continues!]
Backstage
🎥 [The camera cuts backstage where popular redhead interviewer Katie Smith stands between the sVo Tag Team Champions — Dave Miller and Dan Williams — flanked by their tough-as-nails manager, ‘Texas Cowgirl’ Haley Dallas. The Southern Boys still wear their tag belts proudly over their shoulders, dressed in denim, boots, and confidence.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined now by your reigning sVo Tag Team Champions — The Southern Boys — and their manager, Haley Dallas. Gentlemen, last week at Jackpot, you successfully defended your titles against the Blood Money Soldiers in a match that could only be described as an all-out war. How are you feeling after such a huge win?”
Dan Williams: (grinning)
“Katie, we’re feelin’ great. Blood Money wanted a fight, and we gave ‘em one. Ain’t nothin’ more satisfyin’ than takin’ down a couple of thugs who think respect comes from fear.”
Dave Miller:
“They might be soldiers, but we’re cowboys, baby. We don’t retreat. We don’t surrender. And we sure as hell don’t give up these titles without a fight.”
Haley Dallas: (adjusting her hat, smirking)
“That was just another reminder to anyone in the back — if you come gunnin’ for the Southern Boys, you better pack more than attitude. You better be ready to get dusted.”
🎥 [Suddenly, the mood shifts as the smug, sharp click of heels echoes off the hallway floor. The camera pans to reveal sVo COO Amy Page approaching, flanked by her imposing Enforcers — ‘Razor’ Rick Reid and ‘The O-Town Outlaw’ Scott Washington. The trio stops just short of the interview area.]
Amy Page: (smirking)
“Well, isn’t this a quaint little rodeo.”
🎥 [The crowd watching on the screen in the arena boos loudly.]
Amy Page:
“Your folksy charm might win over a few hayseeds in the crowd, but let’s get one thing straight: this is my show. And ratings matter more than barn-dance heroics.”
Dave Miller: (stepping forward)
“You got somethin’ to say, Amy, say it plain.”
Amy Page:
“Oh, I will. You see, boys — I don’t care how many times you beat the Blood Money Soldiers or how many cheap cheers you get with your little Southern slogans. I’m watching you. Closely.”
Dan Williams:
“Good. That means you’ll see first-hand how real champions carry themselves.”
🎥 [The Enforcers glare menacingly at the champs. Haley Dallas narrows her eyes, ready for anything.]
Amy Page:
“Just remember… the higher you climb, the harder the fall. And I control the ladder.”
🎥 [Page smirks and walks off, her Enforcers trailing behind her, leaving an intense silence in their wake.]
Haley Dallas: (gritting her teeth)
“Let her watch. She’ll see what happens when you mess with the South.”
🎙️ [The camera fades back to ringside as Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan react to the tension building around the Tag Team Champions.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Amy Page clearly has plans in motion, and you can bet it won’t be good news for the Southern Boys!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“But if anyone’s ready to stare down a fight, it’s those two. The Southern Boys don’t back down from anybody.”
Ringside
🎶 [“Cinematic Royalty” by Epic Score hits. The lights dim and flash like paparazzi cameras as the curtain parts and the ever-flashy, ever-smug ‘LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling steps out onto the stage with the sVo Las Vegas Championship slung over his shoulder like a fashion accessory. He’s dressed in sleek designer shades, a velvet jacket, and a smug grin as the crowd rains down boos.]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Well here he is, the self-proclaimed star of the Strip — the Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Say what you want, Julian — and trust me, I want to — but Sterling backed up the talk last week when he defeated Jake Blackwood at Jackpot.”
🎥 [Sterling slowly enters the ring and soaks in the jeers like they’re applause, twirling a mic in hand before raising it to speak.]
Alex Sterling:
“Ladies and gentlemen, take a good, long look at the man standing in this ring… because this — this — is what a star looks like.”
🎯 [Boos from the crowd.]
Alex Sterling: (grinning)
“Last week at Jackpot, I did exactly what I said I would do — I defended my Las Vegas Championship against that dusty tumbleweed, Jake Blackwood. And just like every cowboy movie, the hero got shot down by the Hollywood lead.”
🎥 [He adjusts his sunglasses as if posing for a red carpet.]
Alex Sterling:
“This isn’t Jake’s city. This isn’t your city. This is MY city. This is Sterling’s Vegas.”
🎯 [The crowd lets him have it — louder boos and a faint chant of “You’re not Vegas!” breaks out.]
Alex Sterling:
“You people don’t get it. I am what this city is all about. Glitz. Glamour. Stardom. And just like any A-lister worth their screen time, I’m here to keep the spotlight on me. So here’s the deal…”
🎥 [He paces the ring, soaking in the boos like they’re awards-season praise.]
Alex Sterling:
“I’m feeling generous tonight. Maybe it’s the bright lights, maybe it’s the fact I just signed a new streaming deal—whatever it is, I’m in the mood to perform. So…”
🎤 [He stops mid-ring and raises the mic high.]
Alex Sterling:
“I’m issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back who thinks they’ve got the guts to stand across from the LA Luminary.”
🎯 [Big pop from the crowd at the potential of seeing someone shut him up.]
Alex Sterling: (raising a finger smugly)
“But let’s make one thing crystal clear — this is a non-title affair. The belt? She’s not getting out of wardrobe tonight.”
🎥 [Boos again from the crowd as Sterling smirks.]
Alex Sterling:
“I don’t work for free, people. So if you think you’re ready to share the screen with greatness, come on down. But be warned… I don’t do second takes.”
🎙️ [Sterling tosses the mic to the side with flair and leans against the ropes casually, waiting for someone to answer the challenge as the arena buzzes with anticipation.]
Julian Fiasco:
“The ego on this guy is massive, Sloan — but who’s going to answer the call?”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“I don’t know, but someone better step up and humble the ‘Luminary’—title on the line or not!”
🎥 [The camera lingers on Sterling in the ring, smirking confidently as his open challenge hangs in the air…]
Singles Match
Alex Sterling vs. ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch
Ringside
🎥 [The bell rings and the crowd boos loudly as ‘LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling has his hand raised in victory after defeating the scrappy underdog ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch in his open challenge match. Sterling pulls his hand away from the referee, snatching his designer sunglasses from the turnbuckle and slipping them on, basking in his win like it’s a Hollywood premiere.]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Another win for Alex Sterling — love him or hate him, the guy is on a roll.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“But what’s this? He’s not done!”
🎥 [Sterling suddenly mounts the downed Murdoch and begins raining down arrogant slaps and forearms, yelling insults.]
Alex Sterling (shouting):
“You think this is a feel-good story?! You think the underdog wins in my spotlight?!”
🎯 [The crowd erupts into loud boos as Sterling drags Murdoch to his feet and shoves him into the corner before stomping him down viciously.]
Julian Fiasco:
“This is disgusting. The match is over! What’s the point of this beatdown?!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The man just can’t help himself. He always needs the last word — or in this case, the last boot!”
🎶 [“High Roller” by The Crystal Method hits to a massive pop from the Las Vegas crowd!]
🎥 [The crowd explodes as ‘High Stakes Hero’ Jason Martel sprints down the entrance ramp, eyes blazing with purpose! Sterling looks shocked as he quickly rolls out of the ring the moment Martel slides in.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Martel’s seen enough! The High Stakes Hero is cashing in some justice!”
🎥 [Martel checks on Murdoch in the corner before standing tall and pointing toward Sterling, who is retreating up the ramp with the Las Vegas Championship clutched tightly in his hand.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“You’ve got to believe Jason Martel’s had enough of Alex Sterling running his mouth and disrespecting guys like Murdoch — and Vegas!”
🎥 [Sterling, halfway up the ramp, grabs a mic from ringside.]
Alex Sterling (shouting):
“You wanna play hero, Martel? That’s cute. But you’re in my city now. I’m the main event! Not some poker chip poser!”
🎯 [Martel gestures around to the crowd, who are firmly behind him, chanting “MARTEL! MARTEL!”]
Julian Fiasco:
“If I were Alex Sterling, I wouldn’t get too comfortable on that Vegas throne — Martel’s got that fire in his eyes.”
🎥 [Martel stands tall in the ring, nodding with determination as Sterling backs away slowly up the ramp, the Vegas title still in hand. The tension is palpable as the crowd roars in approval for the face-off.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“I’ve got a feeling these two aren’t done with each other. Not by a long shot.”
🎥 [The camera fades out on Jason Martel standing strong over a recovering Murdoch, while Alex Sterling scowls from the stage, the Las Vegas Championship resting on his shoulder like a crown.]
Backstage
🎥 The camera catches ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino pacing sharply in a dimly lit corridor. Suddenly, he stops and spots Carlos Vasquez leaning casually against a wall, exuding cool confidence.
Danny Domino:
(Snarling)
“You’re all flash, Vasquez. All style, no substance. You think that smooth talk and fancy moves get you anywhere? This is sVo — it’s about toughness, real grit. You? You don’t belong here.”
🎥 Carlos straightens, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
Carlos Vasquez:
(Calm, cocky)
“Thug? That’s rich coming from you, Danny. You’re just a bully who wishes he had what I got — charisma, brains, and the fire to back it up. Keep talkin’, but we both know I’m the one who’s going places.”
🎥 They lock eyes — the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Domino scoffs, shakes his head, and turns sharply, walking away with a glare over his shoulder.
Danny Domino:
(Mockingly)
“We’ll see about that, Maverick.”
🎥 Carlos watches him go, the smirk lingering as the camera fades.
Backstage
🎥 [The camera cuts backstage where the mood is tense. The Blood Money locker room is dimly lit, with expensive suits hung on coat hooks and the faint smell of cigars lingering. Joe Barone, “The Problem Solver” and newly minted #1 contender, stands front and center, arms folded across his barrel chest. Sitting across from him on a black leather bench are Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo, the Blood Money Soldiers. Neither looks particularly comfortable.]
Joe Barone (low and cold):
“Jackpot… was supposed to be our night.”
🎥 [He paces slowly in front of them, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor.]
Joe Barone:
“We were gonna take it all. The sVo Championship… the tag titles… Vegas was supposed to kneel before us. Instead…”
🎥 [He stops and looks them both dead in the eyes, voice rising slightly.]
Joe Barone:
“You two came up short.”
🎯 [Gambino shifts slightly, looking like he wants to speak, but Barone raises a hand to silence him.]
Joe Barone:
“No excuses. Not tonight. Under my leadership, failure… is not an option.”
🎥 [Barone steps closer, looming over them. The menace in his tone is unmistakable.]
Joe Barone:
“We’re not just some gang playing dress-up. We’re Blood Money. We run this company through fear, power, and results. And if either of you wanna keep your seat at this table… you’d better start acting like it.”
🎥 [He turns away, adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket, and heads for the door, pausing just before leaving.]
Joe Barone (without looking back):
“Watch my match tonight. Take notes. That’s what a real winner looks like.”
🎥 [The door slams behind him, leaving Gambino and Columbo sitting in silence, tension thick in the air. The camera lingers on their frustrated faces before fading to black.]
Singles Match
‘Relentless’ Clam Idia vs. Dylan MacLeod
Backstage
🎥 [The camera cuts to the brightly lit backstage interview area where the always-professional Katie Smith stands, microphone in hand, alongside a focused and composed Victor Holland. The crowd can be heard cheering in the background as they react to the sight of the young fan-favourite on the big screen.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Victor Holland. Victor, last week at Jackpot, you came up just short in your attempt to capture the sVo Championship in that hard-fought triple threat match. How are you feeling heading into tonight’s matchup?”
🎥 [Holland exhales through his nose and nods thoughtfully, adjusting the tape on his wrists before answering.]
Victor Holland:
“Yeah… not gonna lie, Katie. I’m disappointed. That was the biggest match of my career. I had a shot to walk out of Jackpot as the sVo Champion… and I didn’t get it done.”
🎥 [The crowd reacts with a mix of sympathy and supportive applause from the arena.]
Victor Holland:
“But I’m not gonna cry about it. Kenneth D Williams… he earned that win. He’s a hell of a champion, and he proved it again last week. I respect the hell outta him.”
🎥 [Holland pauses and looks directly into the camera, his tone shifting to one of renewed fire.]
Victor Holland:
“But I’m not done. Not even close. I know what it takes to reach the top now, and I’m ready to start that climb all over again. One rung at a time.”
Katie Smith:
“And that climb starts tonight?”
Victor Holland:
“Exactly. Ricky Johnson might be looking to make a name for himself, but tonight? Tonight, I remind everyone exactly who Victor Holland is. I might’ve missed my shot at Jackpot—but I’m still coming for that gold. And next time, I won’t miss.”
🎥 [Katie nods approvingly as the crowd cheers from inside the arena.]
Katie Smith:
“There you have it. Victor Holland, focused and fired up. His match with Ricky Johnson is coming up next!”
🎥 [Holland throws a fist to his chest and walks off toward gorilla position, determination written all over his face as the segment fades to ringside.]
Ringside
🎥 [The lights dim slightly as the opening chords of the sVo Champions theme music hit the sound system. The crowd erupts into cheers as the sVo Champion, “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams, steps out onto the stage with the sVo Championship proudly slung over his shoulder. He takes a moment at the top of the ramp, soaking in the adoration, before making his way down to the ring with calm, focused energy.]
🎤 Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“There he is, the champ! After surviving a war at Jackpot, Kenneth D Williams still holds the gold — and he’s earned every ounce of respect from this crowd!”
🎤 Jeremiah Sloan:
“You’re not kidding, Julian. That triple threat match was brutal, but Williams showed why he’s the top dog here in the sVo.”
🎥 [Williams enters the ring, climbs the turnbuckle to raise his title high, drawing a huge pop from the Vegas crowd. He’s handed a mic as his music fades out. The fans chant “KEN-NETH! KEN-NETH!” as he begins to speak.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Las Vegas… what’s good?”
🎉 [Big pop from the crowd.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Last week at Jackpot, I stepped into the ring against two of the very best this company has to offer—Victor Holland and Anthony Moretti. I walked in the champion… and thanks to all your support, I walked out the champion, too.”
🎉 [Applause breaks out again. Williams nods appreciatively.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“I said it going in and I’ll say it again—I don’t run from challenges. I don’t duck opponents. I step into this ring to fight, to prove myself, and to represent each and every one of you as your sVo Champion.”
🎥 [The crowd cheers loudly again, with a small “HIGHLIGHT REEL” chant picking up in the front rows.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Now let’s talk about what’s next…”
🎥 [He paces slightly, adjusting the belt on his shoulder.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Joe Barone. You won the Jackpot Rumble. You earned your shot. And I respect that. You’re big, you’re tough, and you’ve got the rest of Blood Money behind you…”
🎥 [The crowd boos at the mention of the mafia-themed faction.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“But Joe, here’s the truth. I respect your ability, but I don’t respect your methods. You walk around like you’re owed something, like intimidation makes you a winner. Me? I earn everything I get. I fight for it. And when that bell rings, it’s not about who talks the loudest or who has the most backup—it’s about who brings it in this ring.”
🔥 [Crowd cheers in agreement.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“I’m not just the champion for show. I’m a fighting champion. And if you want this belt, Joe, you better bring everything you’ve got… because I promise you, I’ll bring everything I’ve got… and then some.”
🎥 [Williams holds the sVo Championship high as his music hits once more. The crowd gives him a standing ovation as the camera zooms in on the determined expression on his face.]
🎤 Julian Fiasco:
“Strong words from the champ! Kenneth D Williams isn’t backing down from Joe Barone or anyone else!”
🎤 Jeremiah Sloan:
“He’s everything you want in a champion, Julian—honor, heart, and the will to fight!”
🎥 [The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Blood Money is shown watching on a monitor with scowls etched across their faces, as the show rolls on.]
Singles Match
Victor Holland vs. Ricky Johnson
Backstage
🎥 [The camera cuts backstage to a plush locker room decked out with red leather chairs, poker chips, and custom signage that reads “Sin City Scoundrels: VIP Only.” Inside, the new International Tag Team Champions — Michaeland Lucas Sexton — are lounging comfortably, each with their half of the gold draped over their shoulders. A mirror behind them reflects their smug grins as they admire themselves and their shiny new titles.]
Michael Sexton:
(Chuckling, brushing imaginary dust off his belt)
“Would you look at this, bro? Gold never looked so damn good.”
Lucas Sexton:
“Matches the suits, matches the style… and matches the undefeated dominance we’ve been showing since day one.”
🎥 [Lucas adjusts his sunglasses while the two fist bump smugly.]
Michael Sexton:
“You know what I heard? The Malones — those clowns — think they’re climbing the tag ranks.”
(Laughs)
“Please. Money and Frankie? That act was stale five years ago. Now they’re just out here pretending they’re still relevant.”
Lucas Sexton:
“I mean, let’s be real. They might’ve been hot when flip phones were a thing, but this is our Vegas now. Our arena. Our spotlight. And these—”
Taps his championship belt
“—aren’t going anywhere.”
Michael Sexton:
“Face it — no team in the sVo can touch us. The Ultras couldn’t do it, Blood Money’s goons couldn’t do it, and I promiseyou, no one else is stepping up and taking these belts off us anytime soon.”
🎥 [They both stand up now, straightening their jackets and facing the camera with cocky smirks.]
Lucas Sexton:
“So here’s the deal. If you’re thinking of stepping to the International Tag Team Champions—”
Michael Sexton:
“—you better be ready to gamble… and lose everything.”
🎥 [They laugh again as the camera zooms in on the belts resting over their shoulders, before fading out on the Sin City Scoundrels confidently walking out of their locker room, titles in hand.]
Backstage
🎥 [CJ Dreamer stands beside Ricky Johnson, clapping his shoulder firmly. Ricky’s breathing heavy but his eyes burn with determination.]
CJ Dreamer:
(Grim, fired up)
“Ricky, that was a war out there. You held your own against Victor Holland — don’t let anyone tell you different. We’re in this together, and we’re just getting started.”
Ricky Johnson:
(Nods, voice low but fierce)
“Next time, I’m the one walking out on top.”
🎥 [Suddenly, ‘Python’ Noah Rogan strolls by, a cruel sneer on his face as he overhears them. He stops and turns slowly, eyes glinting with disdain.]
Noah Rogan:
(Snickering, venomous)
“Pathetic dreamers, the both of you. Clinging to scraps while real contenders make moves.”
🎥 [CJ steps forward, jaw clenched, eyes locked on Rogan.]
CJ Dreamer:
(Cold, challenging)
“You talk a big game, Rogan. But words don’t win fights—actions do. And you haven’t shown you’re anything but noise.”
Noah Rogan:
(Laughing darkly)
“Keep dreaming. I’ll be waiting when you wake up.”
🎥 [Noah turns and strides off, leaving CJ and Ricky exchanging fierce glances as the tension lingers.]
Singles Match
Joe Barone vs. Jake Blackwood
Ringside
🎥 The crowd is buzzing as Joe Barone stands tall over a sprawled Jake Blackwood in the center of the ring. Barone catches his breath, then grabs a microphone. The arena lights dim slightly, focusing all attention on him.
Joe Barone:
(Cold, menacing)
“You see this? This is what happens when you step into my world. Jake Blackwood gave it his all tonight… but this is my time now.”
🎥 He paces slowly, eyes burning with intensity.
Joe Barone:
(Direct, sharp)
“And Kenneth D Williams… your time is coming. I’m coming for that championship. I’m coming to put an end to your reign. No more running, no more hiding. The ‘Human Highlight Reel’ better be ready, because Joe Barone is on his way — and I don’t miss.”
🎥 Barone points directly at the camera, his gaze piercing.
Joe Barone:
(Low, threatening)
“The future of sVo belongs to Blood Money. And you? You’re next.”
🎥 Barone drops the mic as the crowd erupts in a mix of boos and stunned silence. The camera zooms in on his determined face as the show fades to black.
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