sVo Showdown 247
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 9th November 2025
The screen explodes with the dynamic opening video package for sVo Showdown, featuring quick-cut action shots of the roster, flashing championship belts , and shots of the gleaming exterior of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The final shot settles on the vibrant, packed arena floor.
The camera shifts to the announce desk at ringside, where Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco are seated.
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator, Calling it Straight): Welcome everyone to a packed house here in the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena on the Las Vegas Strip! I’m Jeremiah Sloan, joined by Julian Fiasco, and Julian, after the shocking events of the last few weeks, this place is absolutely electric.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator, Former sVo Star): Electric is an understatement, Sloan. I’ve been in this ring and I know what a powder keg feels like, and that’s what we have tonight! The energy is palpable, the crowd is ready, and honestly, the sVo roster is on edge.
Sloan: They certainly are, and for good reason. Last week on Showdown 246, we saw the shocking debuts of some incredible names: Adam Garcia , Angelo Anderson , Colt Thompson , and the woman they call ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw, just to name a few. The question everyone is asking tonight is simple: Are there any more surprises waiting to walk through that curtain?
Fiasco: Who knows? You know Jon Page likes to keep things close to the vest, but after his sister, Amy Page , the sVo COO , was attacked by Brice Brantley and The SEC, you just know the owner is going to bring in heavy artillery to deal with them! Page is a smart man, and he’s not going to let that slide.
Sloan: Speaking of action, we have an incredible line-up for you tonight, including two championship matches! The sVo Tag Team Championships are on the line as The SEC defends against the current International Tag Team Champions, The Malones.
Fiasco: You have to love The Malones, but I don’t love their chances against The SEC. They are the top tag team in the federation. This is the big league, Sloan!
Sloan: Our main event is massive: an Eight-Man Tag Team Match featuring the sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez leading a team against the arrogant Alex Sterling and three other stars. Sterling is set to face Vasquez for that main championship soon, so this is a crucial preview of the action to come.
Fiasco: And don’t forget the collateral damage! Danny Domino is probably seething after Adam Garcia interrupted him last week. And Kenneth D Williams is certainly going to be looking for retribution against Angelo Anderson after Anderson put his hands on him. Old scores and new scores all coming due tonight!
Sloan: We also have a huge match for the sVo Las Vegas Championship, which is traditionally held by someone rising up the rankings. Tonight, the charismatic hometown hero, the champion Jason Martel —the Ace of Vegas —puts his title on the line against the formidable Canadian, Dylan ‘The Northern Fury’ MacLeod.
Fiasco: MacLeod is intense and relentless, Sloan, and he’s not here to take pictures. That Las Vegas Championship is a launchpad , and if he hits that Northern Lights Slam on Martel, we’re looking at a new champion!
Sloan: Plus, we have ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw against the fan-favorite underdog, Ricky Johnson , and a fascinating matchup between Jay Adder and the newly arrived Bernard Wolfe! This entire card is stacked.
Fiasco: Forget the card, Sloan, I just want to see who gets left lying on the mat! Now, let’s get down to the action!
Sloan: Let’s go to the ring!
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
The SEC (c) vs. The Malones
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): We are underway with our first championship match of the night! We’re talking about the sVo Tag Team Championships, and after the despicable actions of the champions, The SEC, I know this whole arena wants to see a new set of title holders tonight!
The entrance music for The Malones hits, a high-energy hip-hop track with heavy bass and swagger. “Money” Malone and Frankie “The Big Apple Brawler” Malone stride onto the stage, slapping hands and soaking in the massive cheers. Money is focused, but full of confident swagger , while Frankie has the tough, no-nonsense demeanor of a New York brawler.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): Look at this crowd, Sloan! They are living and dying with The Malones. These guys have family chemistry , they have heart, and they hold the International Tag Team Championships! They are looking to add the sVo gold to their collection tonight.
Sloan: And they’ve earned that love. They’re doing things the right way, Sloan. Frankie is a relentless and hard-hitting brawler , and Money is a hybrid of a brawler and a showman. They are a cohesive unit.
The Malones enter the ring, tossing their shirts to the roaring crowd, their faces set with determination.
Sloan: And here come the Champions. And frankly, Julian, every time I see these three men, I’m reminded of the low point of the Ultimate Victory PPV two weeks ago.
A loud chorus of boos erupts as The SEC’s music hits. The sVo Tag Team Champions, the Alabama Kid and Gator Bates, emerge, flanked by their mouthpiece, Brice Brantley. Brantley carries himself with a smug arrogance, leading his champions down to the ring. The crowd is relentless with their hatred.
Fiasco: You have to admit, Brantley is smart. He recruited two tough guys to protect him, and they got the job done when they powerbombed Amy Page and took her out of action. The SEC has certainly made a statement in their first few weeks here in the sVo.
Sloan: A statement of brutality and contempt, Julian. The Alabama Kid and Gator Bates are dangerous, but they are completely ruthless. They’ve shown zero regard for anyone in the company, starting with the sVo COO.
The SEC enters the ring, ignoring the boos. Brantley stands on the outside, a sly smirk plastered across his face.
The bell rings! Frankie Malone and The Alabama Kid start the match. The crowd is deafening. Frankie wastes no time, meeting the Kid with a barrage of punches and elbows, the Brooklyn Beatdown, driving the champion into the corner!
Fiasco: Frankie is firing up early! He’s bringing that street-fighting instinct right to the Kid!
Frankie tags in Money Malone. Money hits a huge running clothesline and starts the ten-punch combo in the corner, with the crowd counting along! Money finishes with a scoop slam and a cocky strut, soaking in the cheers.
Sloan: The Malones are showing great team continuity and crowd connection early on! They’re using the fans’ energy to fuel this offense.
Money goes for a tag, but Gator Bates yanks Frankie off the apron, throwing him into the steel steps! The referee is momentarily distracted.
Fiasco: Ah, the classic distraction! Smart move by Bates! That’s how you control a match.
The Alabama Kid uses the distraction to dropkick Money Malone from behind, sending him sprawling. The Kid immediately tags in Gator Bates. Bates rushes in and connects with a vicious elbow drop, then begins to stomp and grind the challenger down.
The SEC completely isolates Money Malone in their corner, utilizing quick tags and illegal chokeholds behind the referee’s back. Bates holds Money for a quick double-team forearm smash from the Alabama Kid.
Sloan: This is disgusting teamwork. They’ve cut the ring in half and are just punishing Money Malone, making the ring feel small and isolated. The lack of sportsmanship is telling of who The SEC are.
Fiasco: This is pure tag team psychology, Sloan. They took out Frankie on the outside, and now they’re suffocating Money Malone. The Kid and Bates are efficient.
Money Malone desperately tries to fight back, hitting a snap suplex on Gator Bates, but the Kid is immediately tagged in. The Alabama Kid quickly regains control, dropping Money with a spinebuster. The Kid makes a cocky cover, but Money kicks out at two.
Sloan: Money Malone is showing great resilience. He needs to find an opening!
The Alabama Kid drags the exhausted Money Malone to the center of the ring. He attempts a big power move, but Money counters out of nowhere with a desperation Elevated DDT! Both men are down!
Fiasco: What a counter! Money Malone is fighting on instinct!
Money crawls towards his corner. Frankie is back on the apron, the crowd on its feet! A hot tag is made! Frankie Malonebursts into the ring, a ball of furious energy! He hits Gator Bates with a running lariat , then catches the Alabama Kid with a Subway Slam! The crowd is going wild!
Frankie hoists the Kid onto his shoulders. He connects with the Cash Out! The sit-out powerbomb! He covers the Kid! ONE! TWO! The Kid kicks out!
Sloan: The Kid kicked out! I thought that was it! Frankie Malone pouring out everything he has!
Frankie tags in Money. They set up the Tag Team Finisher! Money whips the Alabama Kid towards Frankie for the Scoundrel Kick setup…
Julian Fiasco: Look out! Brice Brantley is on the apron!
Brantley shouts at the referee, distracting him! Gator Bates rushes in and shoves Frankie Malone right into Money Malone, breaking up the momentum!
Sloan: Brantley is interfering! He’s doing the dastardly work outside the ring to protect his champions!
As the referee deals with the scuffle in the corner, Brice Brantley slips a foreign object—a small, lead pipe—to the Alabama Kid. The Kid catches it, and blasts Money Malone in the jaw as he stumbles back from the collision!
Fiasco: Oh my god! A shot with something foreign! The Alabama Kid just took out Money Malone with a cheap shot!
The Kid quickly discards the object. He hooks the leg of the unconscious Money Malone. The referee turns back and makes the count!
Referee: ONE!
Sloan: He doesn’t know what happened!
Referee: TWO!
Fiasco: The SEC are going to steal this!
Referee: THREE!
BELL RINGS!
Sloan: No! They did it again! The SEC retains the sVo Tag Team Championships due to blatant interference from Brice Brantley! The arrogance is unbelievable!
Fiasco: It’s not arrogance, Sloan, it’s management! They won the match and they are still the sVo Tag Team Champions! Love it or hate it, The SEC continues to dominate!
The Alabama Kid and Gator Bates grab their championships and immediately retreat up the ramp with Brice Brantley, who is laughing smugly at the irate crowd. Frankie Malone rushes to check on his cousin, Money Malone, who is still lying motionless in the center of the ring.
Backstage
The scene opens backstage in the brightly lit hallway of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, near the locker room area. Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer , stands ready with a microphone, flanked by a cameraman. She is scanning the hall with a determined look, known for chasing the big scoops.
A moment later, Adam Garcia , the ‘Mad Bull’ , strolls into the frame, dressed sharply but comfortably, a confident swagger in his step. The Spanish Ace has a knowing smirk on his face.
Katie Smith: Adam Garcia! Adam, excuse me, can I get a moment of your time?
Garcia stops, turning his full attention to the microphone.
Adam Garcia: Hola, Ms. Smith. For the Spanish Ace , there is always time for the media. You look stunning, by the way.
Katie Smith: Thank you. Adam, last week on your debut, you made a huge splash, not only with your impressive victory but also by interrupting Danny Domino. Domino is now booked in the main event against you and your team. Was that interruption intentional? Are you already trying to make enemies here in the sVo?
Adam Garcia: Intentional? Absolutamente. Katie, I did not travel all the way from Málaga to stand in line. I am a former UWK Champion and a former Campeón Pesado de Ichiban. And yes, I was the Project Violence Heavyweight Champion before I came here. My pedigree speaks for itself.
Katie Smith: But Danny Domino is a former sVo Champion. He is called “The Bully”. He’s loud, arrogant, and he thrives on intimidation. Do you not feel that was a dangerous way to introduce yourself?
Adam Garcia: Danger? That is where the spectacle is made. Domino is loud, yes. He has a big mouth and he believes in dominance through fear. But I am the Mad Bull. I am calculated. And what I see when I look at Domino is an old-school powerhouse brawler trying to use his mouth to cover up his weaknesses.
Adam Garcia: Tonight, in our Eight-Man Tag Team Match , I have a chance to work alongside the sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez and some of the best the sVo has to offer. And I am going to show Danny Domino exactly what a real international superstar looks like.
Adam Garcia: Domino thinks he’s a bully. Tonight, I will analyze his strengths, I will find his weaknesses, and I will show him why I am called the Spanish Ace. After tonight, when I hit the Destino Final on one of his teammates, the whole world will know that Adam Garcia is the present and the future of the sVo.
Garcia offers a charismatic nod, winks directly into the camera, and walks confidently toward the locker rooms.
Katie Smith: Well, there you have it. The confidence of Adam Garcia is certainly not lacking as he prepares for a huge Main Event tonight. Back to you, gentlemen!
Single Match
’Platinum’ Emily Shaw vs. Ricky Johnson
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): We transition from tag team action to a huge singles match, and we have a major debut coming up!
The arena lights shift to a cold, elegant white and gold as the track “A Royal Pain” hits the sound system, featuring the haughty snippet: “It’s all about me, darling.”. The crowd immediately unleashes a torrent of boos.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): Here she is, ’Platinum’ Emily Shaw! She’s arrogant and self-obsessed , but let me tell you, Sloan, she’s a highly decorated independent wrestler from England. You cannot overlook her technical prowess.
Sloan: And she certainly looks down on her opponents. She views the ring as her personal stage. Shaw is wearing a silver and gold ring jacket with “Platinum” emblazoned on the back. As she makes her way to the ring, she’s condescendingly blowing kisses and waving to the booing fans.
Emily Shaw climbs into the ring, where she strikes a pose, flipping her long blonde hair and sneering at the audience.
Sloan: And here comes her opponent, a man with boundless energy and the heart of a lion!
A fast-paced, energetic punk/alt-rock anthem hits, and the crowd explodes with cheers for the Underdog, Ricky Johnson. Ricky, who was mentored by veteran CJ Dreamer, runs out full of fire.
Fiasco: You’ve got to respect the hustle of Ricky Johnson. He’s young, hungry, and full of guts, but he is going up against a veteran here. He’s going to need more than just heart!
Sloan: Ricky’s style is a high-energy technical flyer , and he is certainly embracing that “Underdog” spirit. The fans connect deeply with his scrappy, never-say-die attitude.
Ricky enters the ring, full of energy, firing up the crowd with quick movements.
The bell rings. Ricky Johnson rushes Shaw, but she sidesteps him with ease, smirking and waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Fiasco: Shaw is immediately playing psychological warfare. She’s distracting him long enough to hit a cheap shot, that’s her style!
Ricky charges again. This time, he connects with a lightning-fast Arm Drag Flurry. He follows it up with a Dropkickthat sends Emily reeling into the corner. Ricky attempts a Running Knee Strike, but Shaw moves, and Ricky crashes into the turnbuckle!
Shaw seizes the opportunity. She viciously stomps Ricky as he recovers, taking her time and showing that smug look on her face.
Sloan: What a calculated move by Emily Shaw. She let him burn his energy early. She is cunning and underhanded!
Shaw locks Ricky in a headlock, squeezing tight and screaming insults into his ear. Ricky tries to push her off, but she transitions to a Guillotine Choke.
Fiasco: The Golden Guillotine! That is a brutal submission hold, Sloan. She’s grinding him down, wearing the Underdog out!
Ricky fights to his feet, powering out with pure will, and delivers a sharp back suplex. Both wrestlers are down. Ricky struggles up first, running the ropes and connecting with a Running Knee Strike to a Kneeling Opponent!
Ricky sees his moment and scrambles to the top turnbuckle! He leaps off with a Top-Rope Crossbody! ONE! TWO! Shaw kicks out!
Sloan: Ricky almost had her! The crowd is absolutely deafening, willing the Underdog on!
Fiasco: He’s too reckless! He is prone to mistakes because of his speed, Sloan!. And Shaw is already back up, watching him. She’s waiting for him to exhaust himself.
Ricky attempts to set up his finisher, the Phoenix Rising. He goes to the top rope again, but Emily Shaw gets there just a second too soon! She delivers a series of stiff elbow strikes, causing Ricky to lose his balance. Shaw then executes a snap Tornado Kick to the head of Ricky, forcing him to crumple and fall hard onto the mat!
Shaw quickly covers him, but pulls him up just before the count of three, showing her arrogant disdain.
Sloan: That is uncalled for! She’s toying with him now! She wants to inflict maximum humiliation before getting the pinfall.
Shaw drags Ricky up, spinning him around. Ricky Johnson is dazed and practically out on his feet. Shaw delivers a Spinning Back Fist, followed by a quick Knee Strike to the side of Ricky’s head! She connects with the devastating combination, the Royal Flush!
Shaw falls onto the cover, hooking the leg with utter contempt.
Referee: ONE! Referee: TWO! Referee: THREE!
BELL RINGS!
Fiasco: And there it is! A definitive victory for the ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw! She told you, Sloan, she’s a seasoned veteran with a hard-hitting style. She used her cunning and her skill to take out the young Underdog!
Sloan: A dominant performance, but it was ugly. She mocked him, she toyed with him, and she showed no remorse. Emily Shaw sends a strong message in her second match that she’s here to stay, and she will do whatever it takes to win.
Emily Shaw retrieves a microphone and shouts to the hard-booing crowd:
Emily Shaw (Promo, to the Crowd): “That, my darlings, is what a true wrestling excellence looks like. You are welcome for the performance!”
She drops the mic, gives a final arrogant smirk, and exits the ring as the medical team checks on the defeated Ricky Johnson.
Backstage
The scene opens in sVo Owner Jon Page‘s luxurious, modern office inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Jon Page is standing behind his large desk, looking visibly furious. Sitting across from him, looking dejected and annoyed, are Frankie Malone and “Money” Malone, still holding their International Tag Team Championship belts.
Jon Page (Angry, demanding): Don’t tell me how close you were! Don’t tell me about the cheap shot! Don’t tell me about Brice Brantley’s interference!
Frankie Malone (Grit in his voice): Page, you saw what happened! We had the Alabama Kid dead to rights. The ref was distracted by Brantley, and that rat-bag Kid hit Money with a foreign object! That’s why we failed.
Money Malone (Hands gripping his title belt): We came in here, and we fought with honor. We had every intention of bringing that sVo gold back to the right side of the locker room.
Jon Page (Slamming his hand on the desk): Intentions don’t matter! I told you two, I made it very clear: The SEC powerbombed my sister, Amy Page, the COO of this company, and took her out of action! I put you two in the match because I wanted them punished! I wanted them humiliated! I wanted those championships off of them!
Page walks around his desk, getting right in the cousins’ faces.
Jon Page: You failed me. You failed my family. And now, The SEC is laughing, they’re celebrating, and they still have my sVo Tag Team Championships!
Frankie Malone: You can’t blame us for a three-on-two situation with the ref compromised! You know what we’re capable of!
Jon Page: No, I blame you for not getting the job done! And in the sVo, when you fail to deliver on a promise, there are consequences.
Page gestures sharply to their belts.
Jon Page: You are the International Tag Team Champions. That means you travel the globe, defending those titles everywhere you go. Consider this your punishment, boys: I am going to use every connection I have—and I have many—to make sure you lose those belts as quickly as humanly possible. I will load your calendar until you break!
Money Malone (Standing up, eyes narrowed): You wouldn’t dare.
Jon Page: Oh, I would. You’ll be defending those titles in places you’ve never heard of, against teams you can’t trust. If you couldn’t beat three men in my ring, let’s see how you fare against the entire world!
Frankie Malone: We are The Malones! We’re not afraid of work, and we’re not afraid of a fight! This is a low blow, Page.
Frankie throws his championship over his shoulder, and Money follows suit. They storm out of the office, the door closing behind them with a loud thud.
Page lets out a deep sigh. He walks over to the window, his back to the door.
Jon Page (Quietly, to himself): They were my best option on the roster right now… but they couldn’t get it done. The problem with The SEC is bigger than I thought. I have no choice now… I need to bring in some outside help. This ends now.
Single Match
Cade Turner vs. Marty Murdoch
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): We are back at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, and we now move to a classic clash of styles and personalities!
A heavy, aggressive anthem, “Unstoppable,” hits the sound system. Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner stalks out onto the stage. The former MMA fighter moves with the rigid focus of a brutal, no-nonsense individual.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): Look at this man, Sloan. Cade Turner is a hybrid of MMA striking and professional wrestling power. He is a vicious, cold-hearted heel who thrives off the heat from this crowd. He doesn’t care about the rules.
Sloan: His arrogance is backed up by a history of success in MMA. He’s a destroyer, Julian. And he’s facing one of the most beloved young underdogs on the roster.
The music shifts to the upbeat, energetic tune of “Jump.” ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch sprints out, practically vibrating with excitement. He’s a perennial underdog babyface, absolutely ecstatic to be a pro wrestler.
Fiasco: Oh, here comes the ‘Miracle.’ He looks like he just won the lottery! Marty Murdoch is all heart and optimism. What he lacks in skill or strength, he tries to make up for in determination.
Sloan: The crowd loves him because he’s the everyman. But he is severely outmatched here, Julian. Turner is taller and significantly heavier, a massive size mismatch. Murdoch is only 5’8″ and 150 lbs.
The bell rings. Murdoch, full of fire, runs right at Turner. He attempts a Flying Forearm, but Turner simply swats him aside with a stiff clothesline. Murdoch tumbles to the mat.
Fiasco: Right out of the gate, that raw power difference is evident! Turner didn’t even budge!
Turner looks down at the grounded Murdoch with contempt, delivering a swift, disrespectful kick to the back. Turner slows the pace, utilizing his powerhouse style. He delivers a brutal Takedown Slam, dropping Murdoch with a modified belly-to-belly suplex.
Sloan: Turner is already utilizing his MMA roots, isolating the young man. This is a clinic in brutality.
Turner locks in a grinding headlock. Murdoch struggles, reaching for the ropes. Turner shifts to a vicious Ground and Pound, raining down elbow strikes and punches on the mat while trash-talking.
Fiasco: Turner is showing little regard for fan appreciation or sportsmanship. He is merciless.
Murdoch kicks out a leg, desperately reaching for the ropes, forcing the break. He scrambles to his feet, trying to use his speed. He hits a quick Dropkick, sending Turner momentarily staggering back. Murdoch follows up with a Frankensteiner, catching Turner off guard!
The crowd roars, chanting “MIRACLE! MIRACLE!”
Murdoch sees an opening and tries for his finisher, the Underdog. He runs toward the corner to set up the Corner Run Bulldog, but Turner recovers too quickly! Turner catches Murdoch out of mid-air and plants him with a devastating Razor Edge —a high-impact spinebuster!
Sloan: Good heavens! That was absolutely spine-rattling! Turner just drove the life right out of him!
Turner doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he glares at the crowd, who are booing him relentlessly. He drags the limp body of Marty Murdoch to the center of the ring.
Fiasco: He’s setting up the finish, Sloan. He’s going for the Iron Lock.
Turner applies the Iron Lock —a crossface submission, wrenching back on Murdoch’s neck and jaw. Murdoch’s face contorts in pain, his arm trapped. He is completely helpless.
Sloan: Marty Murdoch needs to tap! He has nowhere to go! He is going to break his jaw!
Murdoch shakes his head, refusing to quit, trying to reach the ropes, showing that pure heart. Turner tightens the hold, applying immense pressure. Murdoch finally screams in pain, and after a moment of desperate struggle, he taps out!
BELL RINGS!
Fiasco: It’s over! Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner wins by submission! No mercy, no remorse! That Iron Lock is one of the most brutal submissions in the sVo!
Sloan: And he held it even after the bell! Look at that! The referee is pulling him off! Turner is making a statement by holding that submission longer than necessary, just to show he’s in control.
Turner releases the hold, stands over the defeated Marty Murdoch, and raises his fist triumphantly, acknowledging the hatred of the crowd.
Sloan: A dominant, brutal victory for Cade Turner. Marty Murdoch fought with all his heart, but in the end, the MMA striking and calculated precision of “The Iron Fist” was too much.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the interview area, where Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer , is standing with Dylan “The Northern Fury” MacLeod. MacLeod has a quiet intensity, looking stoic and focused.
Katie Smith: I’m here with Dylan MacLeod, moments away from the biggest opportunity of his career: a shot at the sVo Las Vegas Championship against the hometown favorite, Jason Martel. Dylan, your style is aggressive and relentless, mirroring the rugged landscapes of your Canadian homeland. Tonight, you face the hybrid high-flyer in Martel, “The Ace of Vegas”. What is your mindset heading into this championship match?
Dylan MacLeod: [His voice is low, focused, and unwavering.] My mindset is simple, Katie: unwavering determination. I came here from the heart of the Canadian Rockies to conquer the world of professional wrestling. Jason Martel is talented, yes. He’s the hometown hero. He’s a true fan favorite. He balances confidence with respect.
Katie Smith: You sound respectful, but Martel himself is known for his underdog resilience, and the crowd in the Goodfellas Casino Arena is completely behind him. Does the crowd reaction bother you?
Dylan MacLeod: The crowd reaction is noise, Katie. My focus is on the championship. Martel’s agility and ring IQ may outmaneuver some , but tonight, speed and flash will be overwhelmed by brute force and precision. I don’t care about the glitz of Las Vegas. I care about the gold.
Katie Smith: The Las Vegas Championship is often seen as a midcard belt held by someone rising up the rankings, perhaps a potential future sVo Champion. If you win tonight, is your intention to prove that you are an immediate main event threat?
Dylan MacLeod: The belt is a symbol of supremacy. Tonight, I execute. Martel is going to taste the spirit of the Great White North. When I hit that Northern Lights Slam, the “Ace of Vegas” will be silenced, and the “Northern Fury” will begin his reign. I am here to prove myself as one of the premier athletes in the world.
Katie Smith: A clear mission statement from Dylan MacLeod. We head now to the ring for the sVo Las Vegas Championship Match! Back to the commentary team.
The camera cuts to a cramped, tense space backstage, likely a secondary locker room. Standing in a rough circle are the four heels who will team up in tonight’s main event: ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson, ‘The Lone Star’ Colt Thompson, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, and ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain’ Alex Sterling. The atmosphere is thick with mutual disrespect and arrogance.
Danny Domino (Loud, arms crossed): Alright, let’s get this straight right now. We’re stuck with this group of arrogant outsiders and a Hollywood poser, but I’m the former sVo Champion in this room! I’ve been a star in this company. So, tonight, I call the shots. You follow my lead, and we destroy those fanboy heroes.
Alex Sterling (Smugly adjusting his golden jacket): Cut! Darling, you sound like a rejected extra from a black-and-white picture. I am ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain’! Every action I take is ‘Box Office Gold’. Tonight is my audition for the sVo Championship picture. I don’t follow, I star. I’ll make the comeback look great, but I’m running the show.
Colt Thompson (Leans against the wall, a sneer on his face): You two sound like cattle lowing over who gets the best feed. I’m ‘The Lone Star’. I am a Texas Tyrant who plays by his own rules. I am not here to follow your childish antics, Domino. My only interest is dominance and punishment. Tonight, you just make sure you don’t get in my way when I hit the Lone Star Lock.
Angelo Anderson (Stands tall, cold, imposing): [His voice is quiet, controlled, and menacing] None of you are in charge. You talk about titles you had. I was the most dominant Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of all time. I am ‘Unbreakable’. I embody control, and I will be the one delivering the punishment tonight.
Domino: Hey, watch your mouth, big man!
Anderson: [Steps closer to Domino] I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. You are the brute force, Domino. Sterling, you are the distraction. Thompson, you are the weapon. But I am the one who dismantles. Tonight, we focus on the goal.
Sterling rolls his eyes but nods slightly.
Sterling: Ah, the monologue is over. What is the goal, exactly?
Anderson: The goal is to break them. Carlos Vasquez needs to understand that I am coming for everyone. Adam Garcia interrupted Domino, so we crush him. Victor Holland is too young and too much of a ‘Rising Star’ to stand in our path. And Kenneth D Williams needs to pay for stepping to me last week.
Domino (A grim smile appears): Crushing the opposition. Now that is a goal I can get behind. Just make sure I get a piece of that “Spanish Ace.”
Thompson: Fine. You want to dismantle them? Be my guest. But if you blow this, I’m coming after you all. Let’s just go out there and show those four why we are the superior talent in this promotion.
Sterling: Splendid. Let’s make this Main Event a blockbuster performance.
The four men grudgingly tap fists—a silent, tense agreement to temporary alliance—before stalking off in separate directions toward the main arena.
sVo Las Vegas Championship Match
Jason Martel (c) vs. Dylan MacLeod
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): It is time! The sVo Las Vegas Championship is on the line! The atmosphere is electric as the “Ace of Vegas,” Jason Martel, prepares to defend his title against the intense Canadian challenger, Dylan MacLeod!
The arena lights blaze brightly for the champion, Jason Martel. His entrance music, “Roll the Dice,” hits, and the Las Vegas native sprints out to a thunderous hometown ovation. He’s charismatic, driven, and a true fan favorite.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): You can’t deny the connection Martel has with this city. He’s a hybrid high-flyer and technical specialist, and the fans believe in him. But he’s facing a stone-cold killer in MacLeod.
Sloan: And here comes the challenger, Dylan “The Northern Fury” MacLeod. He’s a man of quiet intensity and unwavering determination. He is all business tonight! His music, “Indestructible,” is fitting, as he promises to be just that.
MacLeod enters the ring, stoic and focused, not engaging the crowd. His fighting style is aggressive and relentless, combining technical precision with brute force.
The referee holds the sVo Las Vegas Championship high before the bell rings. The match begins with both men respecting the title’s prestige, engaging in crisp technical chain wrestling.
Martel uses his agility and ring IQ to avoid MacLeod’s strength early on, connecting with a Springboard Tornado DDT. He covers MacLeod, who powers out at two.
Sloan: Great action here! Martel is using his speed to create separation, knowing he can’t go blow-for-blow with the larger MacLeod.
MacLeod quickly catches Martel during a follow-up, using his power to execute a thunderous Rocky Mountain Drop—a devastating spinebuster. He then transitions immediately into the Alberta Armbar, targeting the champion’s arm.
Fiasco: That’s the Canadian killer instinct! He locks that armbar in, wrenching it with relentless force. MacLeod wants to break the champion down!
Martel fights with true underdog resilience , rolling through and hitting a Spinning Heel Kick to create distance. Both men exchange stiff strikes in the center of the ring, with MacLeod’s powerful blows gaining the advantage.
MacLeod grabs Martel and hoists him up. He executes the Northern Lights Slam—a powerful vertical suplex that drives the champion hard into the mat!
Sloan: The finisher! Northern Lights Slam! That’s got to be it!
MacLeod drops into the cover. ONE! TWO! Martel kicks out! The crowd is on its feet!
Fiasco: How did Martel survive that?! The sheer force of that slam should have ended the match! MacLeod’s focus, his stoicism, is shaken.
MacLeod, frustrated but still focused, drags Martel to the corner. He begins setting up for another power move, perhaps another Northern Lights Slam, a move designed to overwhelm his opponent.
Suddenly, the arena lights flicker, and then go dark! The crowd immediately begins to boo, knowing this means trouble. When the lights return, CJ Dreamer is standing in the ring, wearing his simple black trunks with white trim. He is not supposed to be here!
Sloan: What the—?! It’s CJ Dreamer! The veteran! What is he doing out here?!
Fiasco: This is despicable! Dreamer is a veteran who is supposed to be mentoring young talent! Why is he interfering in a championship match between two fan favorites?!
Dreamer rushes Dylan MacLeod, hitting him with a brutal Running Knee Lift. Dreamer is unleashing an aggression we haven’t seen in months! He then turns his attention to the champion, Jason Martel, who is trying to figure out what happened. Dreamer drops him with a huge Spinebuster!
Sloan: Dreamer is just attacking everyone! The referee has no choice! He’s calling for the bell!
BELL RINGS!
Ring Announcer: The result of this match is a Double Disqualification! Jason Martel is still the sVo Las Vegas Champion!
Fiasco: This is chaos! This match was incredible, and CJ Dreamer, the man who spent two decades in the business, just ruined it! Why would he betray the spirit of competition like this?!
Sloan: I can only assume he’s sending a message! But who is that message for? The champion? The challenger? This entire arena is furious!
CJ Dreamer stands tall over the two fallen competitors, his face contorted in a rare, intense snarl. He turns and glares at the furious, booing crowd before slowly exiting the ring, his actions leaving the Las Vegas Championship picture in utter disarray.
Backstage
The scene is a small, utilitarian training area backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The air hums with nervous energy. Carlos “The Miami Maverick” Vasquez, the sVo Champion, is performing dynamic stretching and calisthenics, channeling the vibrant energy of Miami. He is confident, suave, and carries the undeniable charisma of a man who thrives in the spotlight.
The door opens quietly, and in steps Kenneth D Williams, ‘The Human Highlight Reel’. Williams, known for his elite-level high-flying and huge risk-taking, has a quiet intensity about him, perhaps still smarting from his recent title loss.
Williams walks directly toward Vasquez, stopping a few feet away. His gaze immediately locks onto the sVo Championship belt resting on a nearby bench. He stares at the gold for several long seconds, saying nothing.
Kenneth D Williams: [His tone is serious, cutting through the room’s quiet] Champ. Good to see you warming up.
Carlos Vasquez: [Stops his stretching, flashes a knowing, almost cocky smile, leaning back against a wall] Ken. Always a pleasure seeing a fellow fan favorite getting ready for the big show. Tonight, we got a war planned out there Chico. Need to stay loose when you got thugs like Danny Domino and that powerhouse Angelo Anderson running around.
Kenneth D Williams: That’s why I’m here. Tonight, we’re on the same side. It’s vital we’re on the same page, Champ. For your sake, for my sake, and for the sake of everyone who hates those bastards. We can’t have infighting while those guys are out there.
Vasquez: [Nods slowly, his Miami playboy confidence mixing with an understanding of the situation] Always looking out for the brotherhood, Ken. Always. Tonight, we handle business together. Adam Garcia and Victor Holland are ready to roll.
Kenneth D Williams: Good. Because once I deal with the storm that is Angelo Anderson—once I put him down and silence that smug look of his—I’m coming straight back for what’s mine. That title is still the main event in my story, Carlos.
Williams claps Vasquez firmly on the shoulder, a gesture that is part camaraderie, part challenge.
Vasquez: [Watches Williams walk away, then silently nods and flashes a genuine, excited smile to himself]
Sloan (V.O.): What a moment! Vasquez and Williams, two men that went to war only a few weeks ago, united for one night against overwhelming heel power, but Williams just made his intentions crystal clear for after the main event!
Backstage
The scene is a dimly lit, somewhat sparsely furnished locker room designated for the Blood Money faction. The air feels heavy and serious. Joe Barone, the cold, ruthless “Problem Solver,” is seated, examining a fist. Nicky Columbo, the silent muscle of the group, stands guard near the door. Junior Gambino, the brash, young “Young Gun,” paces nervously.
Junior Gambino: So, the boss, Jon Page, is in deep trouble with the SEC, thanks to them attacking his sister, Amy Page. We heard the whispers. This is an opening. A real opening.
Nicky Columbo: [Speaks low, his voice devoid of inflection] The Boss has problems. We solve problems. That is what Blood Money does.
Joe Barone: [Looks up slowly, his gaze intense, addressing Columbo] We solve our problems. We enforce our family’s interests. We don’t offer charity, Columbo. Charity buys you nothing but empty thanks.
Junior Gambino: But think of the optics, Joe! If we step in and take out Brice Brantley and that whole crew, Page owes us. We can negotiate for a title shot, maybe even a bigger piece of the action backstage. This is how you move up the ladder—by handling the mess no one else can clean up. We are the fixers!
Joe Barone: Exactly. We do not fight for the pride of an owner who has never shown us loyalty. We are Blood Money; we work for profit and power. Page is desperate. Desperate men pay the highest price.
Nicky Columbo: We wait. Let Page see his options shrink. If he comes to us, Barone dictates the terms. If we offer now, we look like desperate hired hands.
Junior Gambino: [Stops pacing, annoyed] So we just sit here while other outside talent, is making waves? I want respect! I want to show I’m the future!
Joe Barone: You’ll get respect when you learn patience, Gambino. You’re like a snake striking too soon—you waste venom. We wait. We let Page sweat a little. He needs enforcers that are cold, loyal, and ruthless—he needs us.
Joe Barone (Concluding): For now, we keep our heads down, we focus on the Tag Team Championships—even though we aren’t in the match tonight, the landscape changes—and we see what Page offers. If he crawls to us, we name the price. Until then, we enjoy the chaos.
The three men settle back into their routines: Barone resumes staring intensely at his fist, Columbo resumes his stoic watch, and Gambino grudgingly accepts the logic, though he still looks ready to explode.
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Bernard Wolfe
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): Welcome back to the action here at the Goodfellas Casino Arena! Next up, we have a fascinating clash of philosophies as the arrogant heel, Jay Adder, faces the former PV TV Champion, Bernard Wolfe!
The iconic, hard-hitting hip-hop beat hits, and the crowd showers boos on the entrance of Jay Adder, “The Icon”. He struts down the ramp with an air of cocky confidence, clearly thriving in his new heel persona. Trailing him closely is his Generation Joint partner, “The Philly Flash” Jacob Izaz, who smirks, jawing with the fans.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): Adder has that chip on his shoulder after being cast out by Kenneth D Williams. Now partnered with Izaz, they claim the group as their own, bragging about cutting out the dead weight. They are nothing but opportunistic heels.
Sloan: And Bernard Wolfe, the former Project Violence TV Champion, is out next! He’s making his second appearance in the sVo after debuting last week, and the crowd is eager to see if he can continue that winning form.
Bernard Wolfe’s entrance music hits—a slow, sinister track with rattlesnake hisses, deep bass, and pounding drums. He appears focused, embracing his role as the “Wayward Traveller.”
The bell rings. Wolfe, a man who knows how to utilize technical grappling and power , immediately takes the fight to Adder, utilizing his technical wrestling base. He chains together quick maneuvers, driving Adder backward with a snappy Snap Suplex.
Adder immediately yells toward Izaz on the apron, demanding he get involved or suffer his wrath. Adder gains control by catching Wolfe mid-air and slamming him with a Spinebuster.
Fiasco: Adder is using his experience as a 20-year indie legend to dictate the pace. He’s slowing it down, grinding Wolfe down!
Adder traps Wolfe in a headlock, signaling to Izaz to maintain the distraction. Izaz throws a few cheap shots in while the referee is looking elsewhere. Adder follows up with a Vertical Brain Buster! He goes for the cover, but Wolfe kicks out before two.
Sloan: Wolfe is showing heart, but Adder’s veteran savvy, coupled with Izaz’s cheap tactics, is proving difficult to overcome!
Wolfe fights back with sheer grit, landing a flurry of strikes—a quick Enzuigiri followed by a Snap Dragon Suplex! Adder is reeling! Wolfe senses his opening and signals for his finisher, the Memory Lane!
Wolfe lifts Adder for the Double Underhook Tombstone Piledriver! The crowd is erupting!
Fiasco: He’s got him up! He’s going to win it!
As Wolfe hooks Adder’s head in position, Jacob Izaz leaps onto the apron, screaming at Wolfe, trying to break his concentration. Wolfe hesitates for a split second, glaring at Izaz.
That hesitation is all Adder needs! Adder slips down, pushing Wolfe hard into the ropes, sending the challenger stumbling forward.
Sloan: Izaz’s distraction cost Wolfe!
Adder uses the momentum, turning around right into Wolfe, and then slams him with a desperate, rolling Death Valley Driver! Adder hooks the leg.
Referee: ONE! TWO!
Suddenly, Jacob Izaz, trying to capitalize on the momentary advantage and perhaps show his superiority to Adder, decides to attempt a move of his own! He leaps from the apron, aiming for a Superkick on the downed Wolfe!
Fiasco: What is Izaz doing?! He’s going for the Flashpoint!
Izaz misses Wolfe entirely! Wolfe rolls out of the way, and the Superkick connects perfectly with the jaw of Jay Adder! Adder drops instantly, completely unconscious from his partner’s accidental, yet devastating, shot!
Sloan: Unbelievable! Izaz just knocked out his own partner! Adder is down!
Wolfe, stunned but immediately capitalizing on the accidental interference, rolls over the prone body of Jay Adder. He hooks the leg, securing the easiest pinfall of his career.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE!
BELL RINGS!
Sloan: Bernard Wolfe wins! And the win comes courtesy of a complete, accidental implosion by Generation Joint!
Fiasco: What a chaotic end! Wolfe gets the victory, but the real story is Jacob Izaz taking out Jay Adder! They are going to have serious words backstage after this!
Bernard Wolfe is helped to his feet by the referee, clutching his arm, looking mildly confused but victorious. He points upward, acknowledging the crowd’s cheers before heading to the back, leaving the two members of Generation Joint arguing fiercely.
Backstage
The scene is a busy corridor backstage, moments before the main event. Adam Garcia, the ‘Mad Bull’, is leaning against a road case, speaking intensely into his cell phone in Spanish, his expression focused and serious.
Adam Garcia (Into phone, hushed): Sí, sí, lo sé. No te preocupes. Esta noche, sólo estoy calentando… [Yes, yes, I know. Don’t worry. Tonight, I’m just warming up…]
He sees movement and quickly snaps the phone shut, placing it in his pocket, his confident smirk instantly returning.
Carlos “The Miami Maverick” Vasquez, the sVo Champion , strides into the frame, exuding his usual charismatic confidence. He stops directly in front of Garcia, tapping the sVo Championship belt around his waist.
Carlos Vasquez: Garcia. The Spanish Ace… Welcome to the big time. It’s a different rhythm here in the sVo.
Adam Garcia: [Chuckles] Good evening, Champ. The pleasure is all mine.
Vasquez: I enjoyed watching you. You were the most dominant Project Violence Heavyweight Champion of all time. You’ve got flair. You’ve got power. You were the big fish in that ocean.
Vasquez gestures to his title with a confident nod.
Vasquez: But this… this is the sVo Championship. This is the Goodfellas Casino Arena. I am the Miami Maverick. And I am the Champion. Don’t forget where you are, amigo.
Garcia (His smile widens): [Speaks with clear arrogance] Tonight, Vasquez, we are tag team partners. We are the ‘Mad Bull’ and the ‘Miami Maverick’, united to crush a common enemy. But I’m a former Heavyweight Champion myself, and if you keep that gold long enough, then no doubt we will fight for it at some point down the line. That’s just how the industry works, no?
Vasquez and Garcia stand toe-to-toe, trading intense, confident stares—a preview of a potential future rivalry.
The moment is broken by the arrival of Victor Holland, “The Rising Star” , and Kenneth D Williams, “The Human Highlight Reel”.
Victor Holland: [Energetic, but focused] Hey, guys! Save the intense looks for Domino and Anderson! We have an Eight-Man Tag Team Match next! We all need to be on the same page, focused on the prize!
Kenneth D Williams: He’s right, Champ. Garcia. We handle the business out there first. We save the main event dream match for later. Remember the mission: the four of us against those four. Let’s go!
The four men—the Champion, two former Champions and the eager Rising Star—turn and march with a unified purpose toward the gorilla position, ready for the main event.
Eight Man Tag Team Match
Angelo Anderson, Colt Thompson, Danny Domino & Alex Sterling vs. Carlos Vasquez, Adam Garcia, Victor Holland & Kenneth D Williams
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): This is it! The main event is finally here, and the Goodfellas Casino Arena is vibrating with anticipation! It’s a clash of philosophy: the entitled, ruthless heel side against the fighting spirit of the fan favorites!
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): The heels have the numbers game on paper, Sloan—four men who only care about themselves. But look at the favorites: the sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez, the fiery Adam Garcia, the determined Victor Holland, and the man with a score to settle, Kenneth D Williams!
The arena explodes as the theme for the babyface team plays—a mix of upbeat anthems culminating in Vasquez’s charismatic swagger. Carlos Vasquez leads his team out. He carries himself like the Miami Maverick he is, exuding charm and confidence. Adam Garcia, the ‘Mad Bull’, follows with intensity. Victor Holland is all youthful energy , and Kenneth D Williams, ‘The Human Highlight Reel’, follows with a focused intensity, likely still thinking about Anderson.
The mood shifts instantly as the heels make their entrance. First, the theme for Danny Domino, “Ready for War,” hits, and the boos are deafening. Domino storms out, sneering, chewing gum, ready to intimidate.
Next, Colt Thompson, “The Lone Star,” appears with his heavy southern rock track, surveying the crowd with disdain, embodying his arrogant outlaw persona.
Then, the arrogant theatrics of Alex Sterling, “Hollywood’s Favorite Villain,” whose theme plays as he prepares for his “blockbuster performance”.
Finally, the music cuts to a hard-hitting metal riff with militaristic drums: “God of the Underground.” ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson emerges, towering and cold, flanked by no one, his presence demanding attention.
The match begins with Adam Garcia and Danny Domino. Garcia, channeling his Judoka background and desire to prove himself, explodes into Domino, mixing strong style with speed. He hits a running angle Liger Bomb variation—his signature El Cid—on Domino!
Sloan: Garcia is all over Domino! He’s showing the world why he was an Ichiban Champion!
Garcia tags in Victor Holland. Holland immediately hits a Rolling Snap Suplex Combo on the dazed Domino, showing off his dynamic hybrid style. Domino is reeling, and the heels are already frustrated.
Fiasco: The good guys are setting the pace! But you know heels like Domino don’t stay down for long, Sloan.
Domino manages to catch Holland mid-rotation and uses his power to deliver a stiff Lariat that flips smaller opponents inside out. He tags in Colt Thompson. Thompson enters, immediately taking charge with raw power, leveling Holland with a massive Texas Slam.
The action breaks down into a chaotic brawl. The heels take control through sheer ruthlessness and dirty tactics. Alex Sterling gets his hands on Kenneth D Williams. Sterling stalls mid-match to distract the camera, pulling out a “selfie” gesture before delivering a low blow while distracting the referee. He then connects with the Box Office Smash—a jumping neckbreaker driver!
Sloan: Sterling is playing to the cheap seats! That is a cheap shot against the Human Highlight Reel!
Williams manages to kick out at two and rolls out. Angelo Anderson enters legally, seizing the moment. He methodically works over Williams, using his power base. Anderson locks in the Bear Trap Submission on Williams, displaying his cold, calculating dominance. Williams struggles but is trapped until Carlos Vasquez breaks it up, drawing a warning from the official.
Fiasco: Anderson is like a tactical weapon. He’s dismantling Williams piece by piece. That’s the Unbreakable champion in him showing!
Vasquez finally gets the tag, and the Champion explodes into the ring! He hits Colt Thompson with a flurry of high-impact offense, a Spinning Heel Kick, followed by a Slingshot Cutter! Vasquez goes to the top rope and flies with a Running Shooting Star Press on Thompson!
Sloan: That’s the Miami Vice Kick energy coming through! Vasquez is fired up! He goes for the cover! ONE! TWO!Anderson breaks it up with a massive Big Boot to the Champion’s face!
The ring is cleared of everyone but Vasquez and Anderson. The illegal partners spill out. Anderson is slow to get up, favoring his back from the earlier superkick by Garcia that he didn’t see coming.
Vasquez sees the opening and charges at Anderson, looking for a running spear! But Anderson, with the discipline of his Army Ranger past, braces himself. He catches Vasquez mid-charge!
Anderson powers up the sVo Champion in one fluid motion! He hoists Vasquez onto his shoulders for the Elevated Sit-Out Powerbomb—the Unbroken! The impact is devastating, shaking the entire ring!
Fiasco: Oh my god, the Unbreakable Powerbomb! Anderson just lifted the sVo Champion like he was nothing!
Anderson collapses onto Vasquez, hooking the leg with cold, tactical precision.
Referee: ONE!
Sloan: Vasquez is down! He hasn’t been planted like that all night!
Referee: TWO!
Fiasco: Anderson’s focus is terrifying! He’s not even celebrating!
Referee: THREE!
BELL RINGS!
Sloan: NO! The former DW Heavyweight Champion Angelo Anderson pins the current sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez! The heels have done it! Tonight, Anderson’s team wins the Main Event!
Angelo Anderson slowly rises, showing no emotion other than cold satisfaction. He doesn’t celebrate, simply stares down at the fallen champion, reinforcing his persona: dominance achieved. Colt Thompson, Danny Domino, and Alex Sterling rush the ring to tentatively congratulate their dominant anchor, while the faces check on Vasquez, whose championship reign just suffered a major, faith-shattering blow.
Ringside
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator): Angelo Anderson just pinned the sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez in the middle of the ring! A shocking, emphatic statement to close out Showdown 247!
The victorious heel team—Anderson, Domino, Thompson, and Sterling—are briefly basking in their win, but they are not retreating. Carlos Vasquez, Victor Holland, Kenneth D Williams, and Adam Garcia are all still slowly trying to recover from the brutal match.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator): Look at them! They’re not done! They got the win, but they want to inflict more punishment! This is why they are despised!
Colt Thompson, “The Lone Star,” stalks out of the ring and retrieves a steel chair from ringside, his eyes glinting with malice.
Sloan: Colt Thompson has a chair! The referee is trying to intervene, but Domino shoves him aside!
Danny Domino and Alex Sterling quickly grab Carlos Vasquez, holding the dazed champion in place.
Fiasco: They are holding the sVo Champion for the chair shot! This is disgusting!
Colt Thompson swings the chair with full force, connecting with a sickening CRACK against the body of Carlos Vasquez!
Sloan: Oh, my God! A brutal, vicious chair shot to the Champion!
Angelo Anderson and Alex Sterling move immediately to drag Victor Holland to his feet. Holland is too hurt to resist. Thompson connects with a second, violent chair shot to Victor Holland!
Fiasco: The Rising Star is down! They’re systematically destroying the entire team!
Next, Danny Domino and Anderson haul Kenneth D Williams up. Williams fights weakly, still enraged from his earlier encounter with Anderson, but he is overwhelmed. Thompson delivers a third devastating chair shot, dropping Williams!
Sloan: The Human Highlight Reel is down! They have taken out three of the top stars! Only Adam Garcia remains!
The three remaining heels—Domino, Anderson, and Sterling—focus their attention on the last man standing, Adam Garcia. They haul the ‘Mad Bull’ to his feet, holding his arms behind his back. Colt Thompson raises the chair high over his head, a cruel smirk on his face, ready to deliver the final, crushing blow.
Fiasco: They are going to erase the memory of the Spanish Ace tonight! This is an absolute massacre!
Suddenly, a loud, heavy rock track cuts through the arena.
The crowd explodes with a massive, spontaneous cheer, a noise that drowns out the heel’s taunts!
Sloan: Wait a minute! That music! That is Masafumi Satake!
At the top of the entrance ramp stands Masafumi Satake, the cold, bull-like figure from Project Violence! He carries himself with a calm, dedicated focus. The legendary veteran is clutching a championship belt—the International Heavyweight Championship—over his shoulder.
He stands for only a moment, taking in the scene of destruction in the ring, before dropping the title and charging down the ramp, moving with surprising speed!
Fiasco: Satake is here! Satake is charging the ring! You got to believe he is coming for Colt Thompson who ruined his dream match against Ryujiro a few weeks ago in Project Violence!
Colt Thompson, startled by the sudden intrusion, throws the chair at Satake, but Satake catches it and tosses it aside! He enters the ring like a freight train, his powerful, strong style overwhelming the heels!
Colt Thompson steps up to the veteran, but Satake blindsides him with a massive Roaring Elbow! Thompson stumbles before rushing the veteran, but Satake grabs him and plants him with a massive Suplex!
Danny Domino, Alex Sterling and Angelo Anderson realize the danger and scramble out of the ring, retreating over the barricade in opposite directions, showing that the alliance was short lived. The heels have been run off!
Sloan: Masafumi Satake has single-handedly cleared the ring! The International Heavyweight Champion has arrived to save the day!
Satake stands tall over the four downed good guys. He immediately moves to Adam Garcia, the man he saved, pulling the ‘Mad Bull’ to his feet.
Garcia nods, eyes wide with adrenaline and respect. The two former Project Violence Heavyweight Champions stand side-by-side in the center of the ring, sometimes friends, sometimes rivals but always respectful. Satake retrieves his International Heavyweight Championship and raises it high over his head, receiving a monster ovation from the crowd.
Fiasco: What a shocking end! Satake and Garcia—two of the toughest men to ever step into a Project Violence ring—standing tall together in an sVo ring!
Sloan: Showdown is coming to a close with the landscape of the sVo changing week by week! Goodnight from Las Vegas!
The camera holds on Masafumi Satake and Adam Garcia as the broadcast fades to black.
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