sVo Roll the Dice 2025
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 31st August 2025
(The camera pans across the outside of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, showing the shimmering lights of the marquee and the general opulence of the Las Vegas Strip. A shot from inside the arena reveals a packed crowd, the air buzzing with excitement. The sVo logo is displayed on the high-definition LED screens surrounding the wrestling ring. The lights dim, and a slow, cinematic piece of music begins to play. A spotlight hits the commentary table.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Welcome, everyone, to a very special night here in the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas, Nevada! We are live from the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena for sVo Roll the Dice 2025! I am Jeremiah Sloan, alongside my broadcast partner, the former Hostility Wrestling Champion, Julian Fiasco!
(Julian Fiasco nods, a smirk on his face as he looks out at the roaring crowd.)
Julian Fiasco: The energy in this building is electric, Jerry, and it’s because this show is a high-stakes gamble from top to bottom. Every championship on the line, personal grudges being settled, and let’s be honest, it’s the kind of night where you either go all-in or go home.
Jeremiah Sloan: You can say that again, Julian. This is a show that will define careers and shape the future of the Sanctioned Violence Organization. Tonight, we will see one of the most anticipated rematches of all time, as the high-flying hometown hero, Jason Martel, looks to reclaim the Las Vegas Championship from the Hollywood star, Alex Sterling.
Julian Fiasco: A match that has been brewing for months. Sterling, as arrogant as ever, believes he’s a movie star, but Martel wants to show him this isn’t Hollywood, this is Vegas. And speaking of grudges, we have the brawling ‘Bully’ Danny Domino taking on ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez in a match that is sure to be pure chaos.
Jeremiah Sloan: And we’ll also have two of the most dominant tag teams in the history of the sVo facing off in a huge championship match when The Southern Boys, led by Haley Dallas, take on Amy Page’s personal enforcers, The Enforcers. The Southern Boys have been dominant, but can they survive the brute force of Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington?
Julian Fiasco: And don’t forget the International Tag Team Champions, The Sin City Scoundrels, defending their titles against a team that has been on fire lately, the duo of Frankie and “Money” Malone. The Scoundrels are flashy and arrogant, but The Malones have the heart and determination of New York behind them.
Jeremiah Sloan: And finally, the main event! The most important match of the year! ‘The Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams defends the sVo Championship against the ‘Problem Solver’ Joe Barone. Barone is the personal muscle of the Blood Money faction. This will be a clash of two very different styles, but one thing is for sure: neither man will back down.
Julian Fiasco: You got that right, Jerry. You’ve got the heart of Williams, a man who has overcome so much just to be here, against the ruthless, cold-hearted nature of Joe Barone. A man who only cares about getting the job done for his “family”. This entire card is a testament to what makes the sVo great, and we’re just getting started!
Jeremiah Sloan: The time for talk is over. The stage is set. Let’s get to the action!
(The commentators sit back as the arena lights flash, and the entrance music for the first match hits.)
International Tag Team Championship Match
Sin City Scoundrels (c) vs. The Malones
(The hip-hop beat for the Sin City Scoundrels’ entrance hits. Michael and Lucas Sexton, dressed in black and gold gear, step onto the stage with an air of cocky arrogance. They smirk at the booing crowd, Michael doing a quick shadowboxing motion before they strut down the ramp.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The reigning, defending International Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels, are making their way to the ring. This team has been a force to be reckoned with since they arrived, mixing flash with a whole lot of underhanded tactics.
Julian Fiasco: And they’ve had success doing it! These two guys, Michael and Lucas Sexton, are a well-oiled machine. They’re fast, they’re sneaky, and they’re not afraid to cheat to get the job done. You gotta respect that.
(Michael and Lucas slide into the ring, where they immediately begin jawing at the fans. Michael blows a kiss to the crowd, receiving a chorus of boos in response.)
(The Sin City Scoundrels’ music fades as “Concrete Jungle Rumble” by NYC Beats begins to play. The crowd erupts in cheers as Frankie “The Big Apple Brawler” Malone and “Money” Malone step out onto the stage. Frankie, looking tough and grizzled, gives a nod to the crowd while Money Malone, in his flashy Brooklyn-inspired gear, high-fives fans on his way to the ring.)
Jeremiah Sloan: And here come the challengers, The Malones! These cousins have been on a redemption tour since Money Malone turned his back on Blood Money to team with his family. They’ve quickly become one of the most beloved teams in the sVo.
Julian Fiasco: You have to admire their heart, Jerry, but heart only gets you so far. The Scoundrels are veterans of the tag team game. This is a huge opportunity for The Malones to prove they’re not just a feel-good story, but a legitimate championship team.
(The Malones enter the ring, and the referee, Brett Lukas , holds the International Tag Team Championship high for both teams to see. Frankie and Lucas start the match. The bell rings.)
(Frankie and Lucas lock up, with Frankie overpowering Lucas early on. He drives Lucas into the corner, but the referee, Brett Lukas, is a little starstruck by the Malones, and is a little slow to break up the hold. Lucas manages to rake Frankie’s eyes behind the referee’s back. Lucas then hits a spinning heel kick and tags in Michael. The Scoundrels hit a double-team move, whipping Frankie into the ropes and delivering a double superkick. Lucas, on the outside, taunts the fans.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Just like that, the Scoundrels take control with some classic heel tactics!
Julian Fiasco: It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught, Jerry! That’s just being a professional!
(The Scoundrels work over Frankie with quick tags and frequent cheap shots, isolating him in their corner. Michael hits a springboard moonsault , but Frankie kicks out at two. The crowd starts to chant for Frankie.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The crowd is trying to rally Frankie Malone here, but the Scoundrels are just too fast.
(Frankie ducks a running neckbreaker from Michael and hits a powerful clothesline. He crawls to his corner and makes the hot tag to his cousin. Money Malone explodes into the ring, taking out both Scoundrels with a series of quick moves. He hits a spinebuster on Lucas, then a running lariat on Michael. The crowd is on its feet. Money Malone sets up Lucas for his finisher, the Cash Out, but Michael runs in and breaks up the pin.)
Julian Fiasco: A perfectly timed save by Michael Sexton! The Scoundrels are too smart to let a championship slip away like that.
(The match breaks down as all four men are in the ring. The referee tries to restore order, but Money Malone grabs Lucas and throws him over the top rope. Frankie then grabs Michael and hits a Subway Slam. The crowd cheers wildly.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The Malones have the momentum now!
(Frankie turns his attention to Michael, while Lucas, who is now back on the ring apron, hits a low blow on Frankie while the referee is distracted. Lucas rolls Frankie into the ring, and Michael quickly follows up with a Scoundrelkick, the flashy superkick out of nowhere. Michael covers Frankie.)
Jeremiah Sloan: That’s it! The Scoundrels are gonna retain!
(The referee, who has now recovered, counts… one… two… TH- NO! Frankie kicks out at the very last second! The crowd goes ballistic!)
Julian Fiasco: I don’t believe it! Frankie Malone just kicked out of their finisher! The match continues!
Jeremiah Sloan: That’s the heart of a Malones right there, Julian!
(A frustrated Michael tags Lucas back in. They try to hit the Scoundrelcanrana, but Frankie shoves Michael away. Michael stumbles into a surprise swinging neckbreaker from Money Malone. Frankie then grabs Lucas and hits the Brooklyn Beatdown, a combination of punches and elbows. Lucas is dazed.)
(Frankie grabs Lucas by the legs and signals for Money Malone to go up top. Money Malone climbs the top rope as the crowd chants along with him. With Lucas held in place by Frankie, Money Malone hits a diving axe handle! He then follows up with a running lariat! He covers Lucas, and the referee starts the count.)
Jeremiah Sloan: This is it!
Julian Fiasco: No way! No way!
(The referee counts, one… two… three! The bell rings!)
Jeremiah Sloan: They did it! The Malones have done it! Your new International Tag Team Champions, Frankie and “Money” Malone!
(The crowd explodes in a huge pop as the Malones embrace in the middle of the ring. The referee hands them the championship belts, which they hold high above their heads. Frankie, the tough brawler, shows a rare smile as he stands with his cousin, and Money Malone, still filled with swagger, poses with his newly won belt, celebrating his redemption. The Malones stand tall, the International Tag Team Champions, as the crowd continues to cheer, having witnessed a feel-good win to kick off the night.)
Backstage
(Backstage, a narrow hallway is buzzing with excitement. A few crew members are moving equipment, but the center of attention is a group of sVo Superstars gathered around The Malones. Frankie Malone and “Money” Malone are still holding their new International Tag Team Championship belts. Their faces are beaming, a mix of exhaustion and pure elation. The cheers of the crowd can still be heard faintly in the background, a distant roar of approval.)
Suddenly, “Dangerous” Dan Williams and “Dastardly” Dave Miller, The Southern Boys, appear, with their manager Haley Dallas right behind them. They are not in their wrestling gear, having already had a match earlier in the night. Dan Williams gives Frankie a bone-crushing pat on the back.
Dan Williams: Hell of a fight, boys! Y’all earned every damn bit of it. That last lariat was a thing of beauty.
Haley Dallas: (Smiling warmly) You proved tonight that talent and heart can beat arrogance any day of the week. Congratulations, Malones. The South is proud of ya.
Money Malone shakes hands with Dave Miller, and Miller claps him on the shoulder.
Dave Miller: Y’all lit a fire under this crowd tonight. That was a real showstopper.
(As The Southern Boys step back, a young, energetic Victor Holland pushes through the small crowd, his eyes wide with admiration.)
Victor Holland: Frankie! Money! That was incredible! I was watching from the back, and when you kicked out of that finisher, man, I thought the roof was going to come off! You guys are an inspiration. That’s how you do it!
Frankie Malone puts an arm around Victor, pulling him into a tight, brotherly hug.
Frankie Malone: We just did what we came here to do, kid. This company is about fighting for what you believe in. And we believe in this.
Money Malone: (Lifting his belt with a cocky grin) The “Concrete Jungle” just got some new gold! We told you guys, we do things our way now! No shortcuts, just hard work and family.
(The group of wrestlers, including a few other faces, clap and cheer for the new champions. The Malones stand in the center of the crowd, the newly won gold shimmering under the harsh backstage lights. It’s a moment of pure, unscripted triumph, a feel-good scene that shows the Malones have truly found their place at the top of the tag team division.)
Backstage
Prompt for AI: “Write a furious backstage scene. The former champions, the Sin City Scoundrels, are throwing things and blaming each other for the loss. Their brotherhood appears to be fracturing under the weight of the defeat.”
Single Match
Carlos Vasquez vs. ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino
(The heavy bass and ominous sirens of “Ready for War” by 50 Cent echo through the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The fans immediately erupt in a chorus of boos. ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino steps onto the stage, a sneer plastered across his face as he chews his gum loudly. He takes his time walking to the ring, jawing at the fans and spitting on the mat. He slides into the ring, his leather vest with ‘BULLY’ scrawled across the back on display. He soaks in the hatred, loving every moment of it.)
Jeremiah Sloan: What a reception for ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino! He thrives on this kind of reaction. This is a man who loves to intimidate, both mentally and physically.
Julian Fiasco: And it’s working, Jerry. You can feel the venom in this crowd. He’s a textbook heel, and he loves every second of it. He’s here to dominate through fear.
(Domino’s music fades as the familiar sounds of Will Smith’s “Welcome to Miami” blast through the arena. The crowd goes wild, their boos replaced by thunderous cheers. Carlos Vasquez, “The Miami Maverick,” emerges from the curtain, his arms outstretched, soaking in the adulation. He flashes a million-dollar smile, a true Miami playboy. He runs down to the ring, high-fiving fans along the way.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The complete opposite reaction for Carlos Vasquez! The fans love this man. He’s the epitome of a showman, and he’s out here to prove he’s a main event player!
Julian Fiasco: He’s got the charisma , he’s got the flash , but does he have the grit to go toe-to-toe with a powerhouse like Danny Domino? This isn’t a nightclub, this is a fight.
(Vasquez enters the ring, his energy a stark contrast to Domino’s sneering calm. The bell rings.)
(Domino immediately tries to overpower Vasquez with his brute strength. He throws a big lariat, but Vasquez ducks under it, showcasing his agility. Vasquez uses his speed, hitting a series of quick strikes before a tilt-a-whirl arm drag sends Domino stumbling. The crowd cheers.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Vasquez using that high-flying style to his advantage early, as he tries to keep Domino off-balance!
Julian Fiasco: It’s a smart strategy, but a guy like Domino only needs one shot to turn this whole thing around.
(Domino catches Vasquez trying to follow up. He hoists him up and delivers a running powerslam, bringing the momentum to a screeching halt. Domino then begins to slow the pace down, methodically wearing Vasquez down with punches and stomps. He grabs Vasquez and hits a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a moment to taunt the crowd before slamming him down. He follows up with a corner splash. As Vasquez stumbles away from the corner, Domino slaps him across the face and then delivers an eye rake. The crowd boos loudly.)
Jeremiah Sloan: You see that? A classic Domino cheap shot right there, taking his time to dish out punishment.
Julian Fiasco: You love to see it. It’s smart, psychological warfare. He’s showing everyone who the boss is.
(Domino continues his assault, but Vasquez uses his resilience to fire back. He ducks a big boot and hits an Ocean Drive DDT, stunning Domino. He follows up with a running dropkick to a kneeling Domino, then hits a beautiful Beach Body Drop, a picture-perfect dropkick that sends the bully staggering back. The crowd is on its feet, chanting “Maverick! Maverick!”)
Jeremiah Sloan: What a flurry from Carlos Vasquez! He is not going down without a fight! He’s showing that underdog resilience we all love to see!
(Vasquez goes to the top rope, setting up for a high-flying move, but Domino recovers quickly. He grabs the referee and shoves him into the ropes, shaking Vasquez off balance. Domino then quickly grabs Vasquez and sets him up for the Domino Effect. He hits the swinging uranage, and covers him for the pin.)
Julian Fiasco: That’s it! Domino wins! The Bully takes him out with a cheap shot!
(The referee, Brett Lukas, is starstruck at the caliber of the match, and is a little slow to slide in to count the pin. He gets into position, and counts one… two… TH-! Vasquez just barely gets his shoulder up! The crowd roars.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The referee was distracted, but he got there in time! What a kick out! Carlos Vasquez is still in this match!
(A furious Domino argues with the referee, screaming about the count. He gets in the referee’s face, giving Vasquez a chance to recover. As Domino turns back around, Vasquez hits him with a lightning-fast spinning heel kick, the Miami Vice Kick! Domino is dazed and stumbling. Vasquez quickly hooks both arms, hoisting Domino up for a suplex. He turns it into a rolling suplex combo, and then hits one more Ocean Drive DDT for good measure. The crowd is on its feet, chanting for Carlos. Vasquez then hits a final, devastating Miami Vice Kick. He covers Domino, and the referee slides in to make the count.)
Jeremiah Sloan: One! Two! Three! He did it! Carlos Vasquez wins!
(The bell rings. The crowd erupts as the referee raises Carlos Vasquez’s hand. He stands over a defeated Danny Domino, a smile of triumph on his face as he soaks in the cheers. Domino sits up, his face a mask of disbelief and frustration as he stares at the referee. Carlos Vasquez has gotten his revenge in a hard-fought, clean victory.)
Julian Fiasco: Unbelievable. Vasquez just proved he can hang with the best of them. That was a clean win, and a decisive one at that.
Jeremiah Sloan: And the Miami Maverick stands tall! What a victory for Carlos Vasquez, showing that heart and determination can always beat a bully!
Backstage
(Camera cuts backstage to a polished, modern-looking interview area. Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, stands with a microphone, a look of seriousness on her face. She’s flanked by sVo COO Amy Page, who has her hands on her hips, and The Enforcers, Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington, who stand behind her, stone-faced and intimidating.)
Katie Smith: Amy, The Malones have just had a huge, feel-good victory, capturing the International Tag Team Championships. What’s your reaction to their win?
(Amy Page scoffs, a look of pure contempt on her face.)
Amy Page: My reaction? That the Scoundrels are a joke. That was a fluke, a feel-good moment for a bunch of clowns who were lucky enough to win. The Malones are an irrelevant tag team that just got lucky tonight. It doesn’t matter what championships they hold; they’re not on our level.
(She turns to face the camera directly, her voice growing colder and more intense.)
Amy Page: Now, it’s time for a real team to show what they’re made of. A team that doesn’t just put on a show for the fans. A team that understands what it takes to be a champion. My team.
(She gestures to Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington behind her.)
Amy Page: These men are The Enforcers. Unlike the Sin City Scoundrels, they won’t choke. They won’t fail me. They won’t come up short. Their mission is simple: to impose my will on this company and bring me back the sVo Tag Team titles. Tonight, The Enforcers will prove why they are the most dominant tag team in this industry. They’re not here to be loved; they’re here to win.
Razor Rick Reid: (Nodding once, his expression cold and focused.) We were brought in to do a job. And the job will get done.
Scott Washington: (Stepping forward, his voice a low growl.) The Southern Boys are about to learn what “dangerous” truly means. We’re not playing games.
Amy Page: So, you can enjoy your little victory, Malones. Because when my Enforcers are done with the Southern Boys, there won’t be a single championship in this company that isn’t under my control. That is a guarantee.
(Amy Page glares at the camera, her expression unyielding, as The Enforcers stand motionless behind her. The shot holds for a moment before fading to black.)
Backstage
(Camera cuts to a backstage gym area. The clang of weights and the distant rumble of the crowd can be heard. Alex Sterling stands alone in front of a full-length mirror, no one else in the shot. He’s wearing a white and gold jacket with his name on it and black athletic shorts. Gone is the smug grin, replaced by a focused, almost anxious expression. He’s not doing anything flashy or theatrical. He’s just doing simple stretches, deep breaths, and a few shadowboxing motions. He looks at his reflection, a rare look of self-doubt flashing across his face. He knows that tonight, he is not the hero; he is the villain. His opponent is the hometown hero, Jason Martel. He is a man who doesn’t rely on a gimmick, but on his passion for wrestling. Sterling walks to a bench and takes a sip of water, his eyes closed. He exhales slowly, a look of determination washing over his face. He stands up, straightens his jacket, and heads towards the curtain. For the first time, he doesn’t seem to be playing a character. He’s going out to a fight.)
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
The Southern Boys (c) w/ Haley Dallas vs. The Enforcers
(The unmistakable opening guitar riff of “Screw You, We’re From Texas” by Ray Wylie Hubbard blares through the arena speakers. The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers. The sVo Tag Team Champions, The Southern Boys, “Dangerous” Dan Williams and “Dastardly” Dave Miller, emerge from the curtain with their manager, Haley Dallas. Dan, the tall, unkempt Texan, glares at the crowd, while Dave, the stockier Georgian, sneers and taunts them with a cocky grin. Haley Dallas, with her no-nonsense attitude, guides her boys to the ring.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The reigning, defending sVo Tag Team Champions, The Southern Boys! Led by the “Texas Cowgirl” Haley Dallas, these two have brought a brand of brutality and arrogance that is unmatched.
Julian Fiasco: And they back it up, Jerry. Williams is a straight-up brawler, and Miller is one of the most conniving, underhanded wrestlers I’ve ever seen. They’re a perfect combination of brawn and brains—or, you know, a lack of brains, in Miller’s case, but he gets the job done.
(The Southern Boys enter the ring, raising their championship belts high as the cheers intensify. Their theme music fades out.)
(A hard-hitting metal riff with militaristic drumbeats fills the arena. A hush falls over the crowd as a sense of dread permeates the building. Amy Page, looking poised and confident, walks onto the stage. She’s followed by her hired guns, Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington, “The Enforcers.” They walk with a cold, methodical precision, their faces devoid of emotion.)
Jeremiah Sloan: And here comes Amy Page’s personal hit squad. The Enforcers, “Razor” Rick Reid and “The O-Town Outlaw” Scott Washington! This is a team that knows no mercy and is here for one reason: to dominate.
Julian Fiasco: You can see it in their eyes, Jerry. These guys aren’t playing around. Reid, with his military precision, and Washington, with his raw, MMA-inspired brutality, are a truly frightening duo. And with Amy Page directing them, they’re more dangerous than ever.
(The Enforcers enter the ring, their presence instantly intimidating. They stand face-to-face with The Southern Boys, creating an intense staredown. The referee, Brett Lukas, holds up the championship titles as The Enforcers give him a cold stare, making him visibly uncomfortable. The bell rings.)
(Scott Washington starts the match against Dave Miller. Washington immediately overpowers Miller, driving him into the corner with a series of brutal shoulder tackles. He follows up with a running body avalanche, leaving Miller reeling. Miller, stunned, tries to get back at Washington, but Washington easily shrugs off his attacks and delivers a massive spinebuster. The crowd boos.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Just pure, unadulterated power from Washington. He’s not messing around!
Julian Fiasco: Miller’s fighting style is about being scrappy and using weapons , but that doesn’t work against a guy like Washington, who just wants to hurt people.
(Miller manages to tag in Dan Williams. Williams charges at Washington, and the two heavyweights start brawling in the middle of the ring, exchanging stiff strikes. The crowd is on its feet, loving the spectacle. Washington gets the upper hand, but Williams turns the tide with a low blow when the referee is distracted, then tags Miller back in. The Southern Boys work over Washington, using quick tags and illegal double-team maneuvers.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Classic Southern Boys tactics! They’re dragging this into a brawl, right where they want it!
Julian Fiasco: They’re trying to out-cheat the enforcers, but that’s a dangerous game.
(The Southern Boys try to hit a double-team move on Washington, but Washington powers through both of them, hitting a Death Valley Driver on Miller! He crawls to his corner and makes the hot tag to Rick Reid. Reid storms into the ring and takes out both Southern Boys with a series of brutal, military-precise strikes. He hits a discus clothesline on Williams, and then catches Miller with a running powerslam. The crowd boos loudly.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The Enforcers are completely dominant right now! This is exactly what Amy Page wanted!
(Reid turns his attention to Williams, locking in a Guillotine choke submission. Williams struggles, but Reid keeps the hold on tight. Miller, on the outside, grabs a steel chair from under the ring. Haley Dallas, at ringside, distracts the referee. As the referee turns his back, Miller slides into the ring, but before he can use the chair, Washington tackles him, and the two men brawl outside the ring. Washington drives Miller into the barricade, completely neutralizing him.)
Julian Fiasco: It looks like the Southern Boys’ dirty tricks have backfired!
(Back in the ring, Dan Williams is fading. Reid refuses to let go of the choke. He pulls Williams to the center of the ring, then lifts him up for the Razor’s Edge, a crucifix powerbomb. He hits the devastating move perfectly and covers Williams. The referee, now able to count, slides in and makes the count.)
Jeremiah Sloan: It’s over! They’ve done it!
(One… two… three! The bell rings!)
Jeremiah Sloan: Your winners, and new sVo Tag Team Champions… The Enforcers!
(The crowd lets out a collective groan of disappointment. Amy Page storms the ring, a victorious smile on her face. She hands the championship belts to Reid and Washington, who stand over the defeated Southern Boys, their faces still devoid of any real emotion, just a sense of cold, dominant satisfaction. Washington holds up his belt while Reid crosses his arms and stares at the fallen champions. Amy Page stands between them, her arms crossed, a look of triumph as The Enforcers stand tall, the new champions of the sVo tag team division.)
Ringside
(The triumphant, militaristic music of The Enforcers continues to play as Amy Page, Rick Reid, and Scott Washington stand in the center of the ring. Reid and Washington each have an sVo Tag Team Championship belt slung over their shoulder, their faces stern and unyielding. Amy Page holds a microphone, a smirk of self-satisfaction on her face. The crowd is raining down a torrent of boos, and the three of them just soak it in.)
Amy Page: Is that all you’ve got, you pathetic excuses for a fanbase?! You sound like you’re crying, and you know what? You should be. Because this is what true dominance looks like! You just witnessed the inevitable. My Enforcers have brought me what is rightfully mine, and there isn’t a single person in this company who can stop us.
(Reid and Washington stand motionless behind her, their eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory calm.)
Amy Page: The Southern Boys were a cute little distraction, but they were never a threat. Not to The Enforcers. Not to me. This entire company, from the top brass to the bottom-feeder wrestlers, is about to learn what true power is. My Enforcers are just getting started!
(Suddenly, the arena goes completely silent. The lights dim. The Enforcers’ music cuts out. After a few seconds, an upbeat, country-rock theme with a driving beat and a twangy guitar fills the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The crowd erupts in a massive, thunderous cheer. At the top of the ramp, a man with a wild look in his eyes and a menacing smirk, Brice Brantley, steps out. He’s followed by, Gator Bates, and a leaner, athletic-looking man, The Alabama Kid. The trio stands together, their presence commanding attention as the crowd cheers even louder.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Wait a minute… is that who I think it is? Is that Brice Brantley?! And Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid?!
Julian Fiasco: You’re looking at what’s left of the top dogs from X-PRO, Jerry. This is the SEC, and they’ve just walked right into the sVo! We’ve heard the rumors for weeks, but to see them standing there… this is huge!
(The camera cuts to Amy Page in the ring. Her triumphant smirk has completely vanished. Her face is a mask of annoyance and disbelief. She gestures angrily at the trio on the ramp, clearly furious at the interruption.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The SEC’s reputation precedes them. They’re known for being a ruthless and dominant faction in their former promotion. And now they’re here, in the sVo, at Roll the Dice!
Julian Fiasco: They’re a new problem, Jerry. And I can tell you right now, they’re not here to make friends. Amy Page is already seeing her perfect night get ruined, and I have a feeling the SEC just put every single person on the roster on notice.
(Brice Brantley raises his hand to the crowd, basking in the cheers. Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid stand with their arms crossed, staring down at the ring, a clear message sent to The Enforcers and Amy Page. The camera holds on the face of an enraged Amy Page as she glares at the SEC, her celebratory moment shattered.)
Backstage
(The camera cuts to a dark, somber hallway backstage. The cheers for the newly arrived SEC have died down, replaced by a low, defeated murmur from the crowd. The Southern Boys, Dave Miller and Dan Williams, trudge slowly with their heads down. Haley Dallas walks beside them, her arm wrapped around each of their backs, trying to console them. The anger and bravado that defined them in the ring are gone, replaced by disappointment. They stop as they approach the camera, their faces solemn.)
Haley Dallas: (Her voice is tight with emotion.) I told them… I told them what The Enforcers were about. They’re just thugs. They don’t have an ounce of pride or honor. But we do. We fought our hearts out tonight.
Dave Miller: (He shakes his head, looking at the ground.) They were… they were too much. It’s not an excuse, it’s just a fact. They hit harder than any team we’ve ever faced.
Dan Williams: (He wipes the sweat from his brow, his eyes burning with determination.) They may have won the battle, but they won’t win the war. We’ll be back. We’ll be tougher, meaner, and we’ll take back what’s ours.
Haley Dallas: (She looks directly into the camera, her voice rising with conviction.) The Southern Boys are a family. We don’t quit. We don’t back down. Tonight, we lost the sVo Tag Team Championships, but we didn’t lose our pride. We’ll be back, and we’ll be stronger than ever. The SEC can have their little moment in the spotlight, but they’ll learn soon enough that the sVo is our home. The Southern Boys are coming for those titles, and we will do everything in our power to bring them home.
(The trio nods, their faces resolute. They turn and walk further down the dark hallway, their footsteps echoing with a renewed sense of purpose.)
Backstage
(The camera cuts to a dark, secluded area backstage where a small television monitor is showing the closing moments of The Enforcers’ match. The sVo Tag Team Championships are being presented to Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington. Joe Barone, in his sharp black slacks and suspenders, stands in front of the monitor. Behind him are the Blood Money Soldiers, Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo. The three men watch the victory without a word, their faces giving away nothing. The loud, celebratory music of The Enforcers blares from the TV speaker.)
Joe Barone: (A low, satisfied smirk spreads across his face. He turns to his men.) They did their job. Now it’s our turn.
(He pats Nicky Columbo on the shoulder, a nod of approval. He then gives Junior Gambino a firm clap on the back.)
Joe Barone: You boys stay ready. We own this place. And when I’m done, everyone will know it.
(Without another word, Joe Barone turns and walks with a purpose, a focused and determined stride, toward the gorilla position. The camera remains on Gambino and Columbo for a moment, who share a knowing glance, their expressions a mix of respect and anticipation for the main event to come.)
Las Vegas Championship Match
Alex Sterling (c) vs. Jason Martel
(The cinematic, orchestral hip-hop beat of “Lights, Camera, Action” by Royal Deluxe fills the arena. The crowd immediately responds with a wave of boos and jeers. Alex Sterling, “The LA Luminary,” walks onto the stage with his signature swagger, a smug smirk on his face. He’s in his white and gold gear, looking like an A-lister at a premiere. He stops at the top of the ramp and bows to the crowd, blowing a kiss, before strutting toward the ring, milking every moment.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The man who calls himself “Hollywood’s Favorite Villain,” the reigning Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling! Everything this man does is for the spotlight, and he is absolutely loving this reaction.
Julian Fiasco: He’s a walking, talking blockbuster performance, Jerry. He believes he is box office gold, and his arrogance is through the roof. But a champion is only as good as his opponent, and tonight he’s facing the hometown hero.
(Sterling slides into the ring, where he strikes a fake Oscar-acceptance pose, holding his title high. The crowd boos louder. His music fades out.)
(A high-energy rock anthem, “Roll the Dice” by Royal Deluxe, hits the speakers. The Goodfellas Casino Arena explodes with a deafening roar of approval. The camera cuts to the stage, where Jason Martel, “The Ace of Vegas,” stands with his arms wide open, soaking in the cheers of his hometown crowd. He gives a few nods to the fans and then sprints down the ramp, full of energy and purpose.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The roof is about to come off this building! It’s the hometown hero, Jason Martel! He grew up just off the Las Vegas Strip, and tonight he’s fighting for more than a championship. He’s fighting for his city!
Julian Fiasco: This is the biggest match of Jason Martel’s career, and you can feel the pressure. But if anyone can thrive under pressure, it’s the “High Stakes Hero” himself. He’s a dynamic, hybrid high-flyer and technical specialist , and he’s ready to bet on himself.
(Martel slides into the ring and stares at Sterling. He points to his chest, then to the Las Vegas Championship. The bell rings.)
(The two men circle each other. Sterling, in a moment of arrogance, tries to go for an immediate Box Office Smash, but Martel, ready for the theatrics, ducks under the jumping neckbreaker driver. Martel counters with a slingshot cutter. Sterling kicks out at a two-count, barely.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Almost a fast one from the hometown hero! He knows Sterling’s playbook.
Julian Fiasco: He’s not just a high-flyer, Jerry. He has a high ring IQ, and he knows how to outmaneuver his opponent.
(The match continues at a frantic pace. Sterling tries to slow things down, using dirty tricks like a low blow behind the referee’s back. He hits a Hollywood Backbreaker and a slingshot DDT, but Martel keeps kicking out. The crowd starts to chant “VE-GAS! VE-GAS!”)
Jeremiah Sloan: Every time Sterling tries to get a little too cocky, Martel finds a way to fight back! He’s proving just how resilient he is!
(Martel reverses a move from Sterling, hits a running shooting star press, and then a Dragon Suplex. He bridges the suplex, nearly getting the pin, but Sterling kicks out at the last second. The crowd is on its feet, a mix of shock and anticipation on their faces.)
Julian Fiasco: A Dragon Suplex with a bridge! I can’t believe Sterling kicked out of that! This kid is not backing down.
(Martel tries to hit another springboard tornado DDT, but Sterling catches him and throws him into the turnbuckle. Sterling, seeing his chance, pulls down his kneepad and sets up for his finisher, the Box Office Smash. He yells “That’s a wrap!”, but Martel reverses it into a roll-up.)
Jeremiah Sloan: A roll-up! He’s got him! One… two… NO! Sterling gets out of it!
(A frustrated Sterling goes for another kick, but Martel catches his leg and hits him with a spinning heel kick. He then grabs Sterling by the neck and hoists him up to the top rope. The crowd goes crazy.)
Julian Fiasco: What is he doing?!
(Martel climbs to the top rope and hits a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! He executes the move with a perfectly timed twist, and he lands with the full weight of his body on Sterling’s neck. He goes for the pin, and the referee slides in to make the count.)
Jeremiah Sloan: He’s got him! The Vegas Jackpot! One… two… THREE! He did it! Jason Martel wins! The hometown hero has done it!
(The bell rings, and the crowd explodes in a shower of confetti and streamers. The referee hands Jason Martel the Las Vegas Championship, and he holds it high above his head as the crowd cheers, a huge smile on his face. Tears well up in his eyes as he stands in the center of the ring, a true “High Stakes Hero” who just won the biggest bet of his life. Alex Sterling, in the background, looks stunned and defeated, unable to comprehend what just happened. The camera focuses on Jason Martel, who points to his city, a symbol of triumph and a tribute to the city that raised him.)
Ringside
(The confetti cannons blast, raining down red, white, and gold streamers and confetti all over the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The crowd’s cheers are deafening, an overwhelming wave of pure joy. In the center of the ring, Jason Martel is on his knees, his head in his hands, completely overwhelmed. He’s looking at the Las Vegas Championship belt that the referee, Brett Lukas, just handed him. His face is a mix of exhaustion, disbelief, and pure, unfiltered emotion. The camera zooms in on his face, showing the tears streaming down his cheeks, a raw and powerful moment of triumph.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Just look at that, Julian. The emotion. This isn’t just a win for Jason Martel; this is a win for the city of Las Vegas! He is the hometown hero, and he just proved that the high stakes of Vegas are no match for the heart of a true champion!
(The camera pans to a section of the crowd at ringside. Jason’s family is there, crying and hugging each other, their faces filled with pride and joy. The camera focuses on a woman, presumably his mother, who wipes tears from her eyes as she smiles up at her son in the ring.)
Julian Fiasco: He’s been dreaming of this moment his entire life. To win the title in front of his family and in his hometown… you can’t write a better script than that.
(Jason Martel slowly rises to his feet. He looks at the championship belt, then back at his family at ringside. He clutches the title tightly to his chest, then climbs the turnbuckle, a look of unbridled triumph on his face. He raises the Las Vegas Championship high above his head, and the crowd goes ballistic. The confetti continues to fall all around him, a fitting visual for a star who has finally arrived. He stands on the turnbuckle for a long time, soaking in the moment as the cheers of his fans echo through the Goodfellas Casino Arena.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The Ace of Vegas! The High Stakes Hero! Jason Martel is your new Las Vegas Champion, and you are witnessing a true star being born right here tonight!
Final Hype
(VIDEO PACKAGE OPENS. Dramatic, soaring orchestral music begins to play, mixing with a pulsing, gritty drum beat. The music builds as a series of quick-cut shots flash on screen. We see clips of Kenneth D. Williams hitting a Springboard Moonsault, his finisher Lights Out!, and smiling at the crowd. We see shots of Joe Barone, his face cold and emotionless, hitting a Spinebuster and a deadlift gutwrench suplex. The words, “He is the heart of the sVo” and “He is the muscle of Blood Money” flash across the screen in a gritty font.)
(The video slows down. We see a close-up of Kenneth D. Williams’ face, his expression determined and focused. The music softens as his voice comes in, almost a whisper.)
Kenneth D Williams: People call me “The Human Highlight Reel”. They say I’m the heart of this company. But I’m more than that. I’m the guy who fought his way back when no one else thought he could. I am the people’s champion.
(We see shots of him winning his matches, hugging his fans, and celebrating with the sVo Championship. The music shifts to a menacing, low-pitched drone. We see a close-up of Joe Barone’s face, his eyes cold and empty. His voice, a low growl, is heard.)
Joe Barone: I don’t care about a “highlight reel” or being a champion of the people. I’m a Problem Solver. I’m here to do a job. And my job is to take that sVo Championship from you.
(We see clips of him brutally beating opponents with no mercy. We see shots of him staring down his opponents, a cold look in his eyes.)
Joe Barone: You want to be a hero? Fine. But heroes always fall. And when you fall, I’ll be there to put you “Sleeping with the Fishes”.
(The music shifts again, becoming more intense and dramatic. We see a montage of their feud. Williams and Barone face off in the ring, trading blows. Williams hits a HiiPower, but Barone kicks out. Barone hits a Backbreaker Rack Drop, but Williams kicks out. The announcers’ voices are heard over the footage.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The irresistible force meets the immovable object! Williams’ high-flying, crowd-popping offense against Barone’s methodical, punishing style!
Julian Fiasco: Barone is a predator, Jerry. He’s trying to wear down Williams, to make him hurt, to make him give up. He doesn’t care about a win, he cares about a statement.
(The video crescendos. Quick cuts show Williams in a moment of pain, clutching his ribs, followed by a shot of him standing up, fire in his eyes. A shot of Barone smiling for the first time, a cruel, cold expression on his face, followed by a shot of him staring down Williams. The final shot is of the two men in the middle of the ring, face-to-face, the sVo Championship hanging between them. The words “The Final Battle” appear on screen.)
Jeremiah Sloan: This isn’t just a match, Julian. This is a battle for the very soul of the sVo! Can the heart and passion of Kenneth D. Williams overcome the cold, ruthless power of Joe Barone and the Blood Money faction? We are about to find out!
(The screen fades to black. The music swells one final time before cutting out completely.)
Main Event for the sVo Championship
‘Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams (c) vs. ‘Problem Solver’ Joe Barone
(The epic video package concludes with the words “THE FINAL BATTLE” on the screen. The lights come up in the Goodfellas Casino Arena, and the crowd is on its feet, buzzing with anticipation. The ring announcer stands in the center of the ring, a microphone in his hand.)
Ring Announcer: The following contest is the main event of the evening! And it is for the Sanctioned Violence Organization Championship!
(The arena lights dim again. A slow, sinister track with rattlesnake hisses, deep bass, and pounding drums begins to play. A spotlight hits the stage, and Joe Barone, in his black slacks and suspenders, emerges from the curtain, a black leather trench coat over his shoulders. His face is a stoic mask of cold determination. Behind him are his fellow Blood Money members, Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino. The crowd showers them with boos.)
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Blood Money, Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino, from Brooklyn, New York… he is “The Problem Solver”… JOE BARONE!
(Barone walks with a menacing, methodical stride to the ring, never once looking at the fans. He climbs onto the apron, stares down the ring, and slowly enters. He stands in the center of the ring, his face a picture of pure focus. The two Blood Money soldiers stand at his side, acting as his personal bodyguards.)
Jeremiah Sloan: The man who has made it his mission to destroy everything “The Human Highlight Reel” stands for, Joe Barone, and his Blood Money soldiers. Barone is a man of few words, but his actions speak for themselves. He is a ruthless, unforgiving powerhouse.
Julian Fiasco: He’s the perfect counter to everything Williams represents. Williams is about flash and heart; Barone is about cold, calculated brutality. And with his crew at ringside, the odds are stacked against the champion from the start.
(Barone’s music fades to silence. The arena lights flash gold, and the crowd erupts as the first few notes of “Family Ties” by Baby Keen & Kendrick Lamar fill the arena. From the back, Kenneth D. Williams emerges, a huge smile on his face. He’s dressed in his red and gold ring gear and gives high-fives to the fans as he makes his way to the ring, his entrance a huge risk for a man with epilepsy.)
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from Austin, Texas, he is the reigning and defending sVo Champion, “The Human Highlight Reel”… KENNETH D. WILLIAMS!
(Williams slides into the ring, his energy a complete contrast to Barone’s grim stoicism. He holds the championship high for the crowd to see. He then puts the title down on the mat and stares at Barone, the smile gone from his face, replaced by a fierce, determined glare. The bell rings.)
(The match begins with Barone immediately trying to overpower Williams. He drives Williams into the corner, but Williams uses his agility to escape. He hits a spinning enzuigiri, which stuns Barone, but the “Problem Solver” quickly recovers and responds with a huge Mafia Kick, sending Williams reeling. Barone then begins his methodical assault, working over Williams with clubbing strikes and grinding holds. He locks in an Anaconda Vice, wrenching on Williams’ neck, but Williams manages to get to the ropes, forcing the break. The crowd chants Williams’ name as the champion struggles to get back to his feet.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Just as we expected! Barone is trying to suffocate Williams. He’s showing no emotion and no mercy.
Julian Fiasco: This is the game plan. Wear him down, hurt him, and take his soul. Barone doesn’t need to be flashy, he just needs to be brutal, and he’s doing a hell of a job.
(Barone continues his punishing offense, hitting a backbreaker rack into a slam. Williams barely kicks out at a two-count. Barone, frustrated, gets in the referee’s face. While the referee is distracted, Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo grab Williams’ leg, holding him down. Barone charges at Williams, but the champion moves out of the way, and Barone crashes into the ropes. Williams then hits a high-impact Spinning DDT on Barone! He goes to the top rope and hits a Springboard Moonsault! He covers Barone, but one of the Blood Money soldiers pulls him off! The referee rushes over and throws both Gambino and Columbo out of the ringside area, bringing a roar of approval from the crowd!)
Jeremiah Sloan: The referee just ejected Blood Money from ringside! We have a one-on-one match now!
Julian Fiasco: This changes everything! It’s a fair fight now!
(The match continues with both men leaving it all in the ring. Barone tries to end the match, setting up Williams for Sleeping with the Fishes, a lifting inverted DDT, but Williams reverses it into a roll-up. Barone kicks out at two! Williams, fired up, hits a series of kicks and strikes. He then signals for his finisher, Lights Out! The crowd is on its feet, chanting “Kenny! Kenny!” Williams hooks both hands around Barone’s head and leaps up, bringing both knees up to Barone’s face. He falls backwards to the mat, and Barone falls forward, his face impacting the exposed knees of Williams. He collapses in a heap. Williams, exhausted, rolls over and covers Barone for the pin!)
Jeremiah Sloan: One! Two! TH- NO! Barone kicks out! I can’t believe it!
Julian Fiasco: Barone just kicked out of the Lights Out! This man is a machine! Williams has to hit him with everything he’s got!
(Both men struggle to their feet, trading exhausted blows in the middle of the ring. They are both running on fumes, but neither man is willing to give up. Barone hits a tilt-a-whirl slam , then follows up with a cobra clutch suplex. He goes for the Constriction, his devastating sleeper hold, but Williams fights out of it with a series of punches. He hits Barone with a forearm smash, then another, and another! He then hits a running knee strike to Barone’s face, sending him stumbling back. Williams then hits a beautiful, high-risk Swanton Bomb! The crowd is going insane. Williams goes for the cover, but Barone kicks out at two and a half! The crowd is going wild, their cheers a roar.)
Jeremiah Sloan: This is an all-out war! Neither man is willing to give up! Who wants it more?!
(Williams, fueled by the energy of the crowd, slowly gets to his feet. Barone tries to get up as well, but he is dazed. Williams sees an opportunity. He hits Barone with a devastating, high-impact Spinning DDT. He doesn’t go for the pin. He climbs to the top rope one last time, a tear in his eye. He looks at the crowd, then at his fallen opponent. He takes a deep breath and hits the Corkscrew 450 Splash, Skyfall. He hits the move with a perfectly timed corkscrew, landing with all his weight on Barone! He quickly covers him, hooks his leg, and the referee slides in for the count.)
Jeremiah Sloan: One! Two! THREE! He did it! He did it! Williams wins! The Human Highlight Reel is STILL your sVo Champion!
(The bell rings. The crowd erupts in a deafening cheer, a mix of relief and pure happiness. The referee raises Kenneth D. Williams’ hand, and the champion, completely exhausted and emotional, falls to his knees, his face a mixture of pain and triumph. He holds the championship high above his head, the lights of the Goodfellas Casino Arena shimmering around him, a fitting end to a dramatic, all-out war.)
Ringside
(The main event has concluded, and the crowd is still on its feet, roaring with approval. In the center of the ring, Kenneth D. Williams, battered, bruised, and exhausted, is on his feet, holding the sVo Championship high. His face is a mask of pain and triumph, and he looks out at the sea of cheering fans. He has just survived a 30-minute war with Joe Barone, and he has come out victorious.)
Jeremiah Sloan: What a match! What a war! Kenneth D. Williams has done it! He has defeated Joe Barone and overcome all the odds to remain your sVo Champion!
Julian Fiasco: He survived the brutal assault of Barone, the interference of Blood Money… he is a warrior, Jerry. He’s the heart and soul of this company, and tonight, he proved it!
(The camera cuts to the stage, where the defeated Joe Barone is being helped to his feet by his fellow Blood Money members, Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino. They stare in disbelief at the ring, their faces a mixture of shock and anger. They were so close to winning the sVo Championship, and now, they are left with nothing. The “Problem Solver” failed.)
Jeremiah Sloan: Look at Blood Money on the ramp. They can’t believe it. They thought they had this in the bag. Barone gave Williams everything he had, and it still wasn’t enough.
Julian Fiasco: But don’t you dare think this is over, Jerry. That Blood Money crew doesn’t go away. They’ll be back, and they’ll be even more dangerous.
(The camera cuts back to the ring. Williams, with the championship belt over his shoulder, is visibly shaking from the physical exertion. He looks at the entrance ramp, where the Blood Money faction is retreating. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the entrance ramp once again, where a new threat appears. Amy Page, flanked by her new sVo Tag Team Champions, The Enforcers, Rick Reid and Scott Washington, stands at the top of the ramp. She gives Williams a look of cold, calculating disdain. She doesn’t clap for him. She doesn’t smile. She just stares, her new champions by her side.)
Jeremiah Sloan: My God… there’s Amy Page. With The Enforcers. She’s not celebrating with him. She’s looking at him like he’s a target.
Julian Fiasco: This is the new reality of the sVo, Jerry. The hero has triumphed tonight, but the war is far from over. Amy Page and her Enforcers now hold the sVo Tag Team Championships, and they’ve shown they will stop at nothing to get what they want. Kenneth D. Williams may have survived Blood Money, but a whole new monster is waiting for him.
(The camera cuts one last time to Williams in the ring, holding his championship high. He looks out at the arena, a triumphant smile on his face. The camera then cuts to Amy Page and The Enforcers, their faces a picture of cold, ruthless power. The show ends with the two opposing forces staring each other down, a hero and his championship, against the looming, dominant threat of an evil COO and her new henchmen.)
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