sVo Showdown 249
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 23rd November 2025
The cameras pan across the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada , the opulent venue shimmering under the arena lights. The crowd is electric, buzzing with anticipation for the night’s show.
“Welcome, everyone, to a massive edition of sVo Showdown!” bellows Commentator Jeremiah Sloan. “We are live and ready to roll from the one and only Goodfellas Casino Arena on the Las Vegas Strip! The stakes have never been higher, because including tonight, we have just four events left until the Seasons Beatings Pay-Per-View on December 21st!”
“That’s right, Sloan, and tonight, the road to Seasons Beatings runs right through here!” adds Julian Fiasco , the former sVo star. “Every man and woman in that locker room is fighting for a spot on that huge card, and we’ve got a lineup tonight that could absolutely change the landscape of the entire sVo!”
Sloan nods earnestly. “You’re calling things straight, Fiasco. Let’s quickly run down what the fans watching on the Sanctioned Violence Network have in store for them tonight. We’ve got ‘The English Rose’ Emily Shaw facing off against the perennial underdog Marty Murdoch in a massive singles contest. We’ll see the Sin City Scoundrels taking on the Blood Money Soldiers in tag team action. The high-flying, hot prospect Victor Holland goes one-on-one with the Texas Tyrant, Colt Thompson.”
“And speaking of tyranny,” Fiasco interjects with a smug tone , “it’s a huge night for Generation Joint. Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz — ‘The Icon’ and ‘The Philly Flash’ — have some internal business to settle right here, tonight!”
“That’s not the only must-see match,” Sloan continues. “The ‘Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood steps in the ring with the ruthless hybrid fighter, Cade ‘The Iron Fist’ Turner. That one has got ‘knockout’ written all over it.”
“But the match that everyone is talking about, the one we’ve been building toward all week, is our main event,” Fiasco announces. “The Spanish Ace, the former PV Heavyweight Champion, Adam Garcia , goes to war with the cold, dominant former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson. A former Champion-versus- former Champion dream match.”
“An absolute barnburner of a main event, no doubt about it, Fiasco,” Sloan concludes. “The tension in the Goodfellas Casino Arena is thick enough to cut with a knife. The future of sVo will be decided tonight, as we are officially underway! The bell is about to ring, and the night begins now!”
The commentator audio fades as the camera focuses tightly on the entrance ramp, awaiting the start of the first match.
Single Match
Marty Murdoch vs. Emily Shaw
The electronic track “A Royal Pain” hits the sound system, interspersed with a haughty British female voice declaring, “It’s all about me, darling”. The fans immediately erupt in boos. Emerging onto the ramp is ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw, in her silver and gold ring jacket, with “Platinum” emblazoned across the back. She flips her long blonde hair , shooting a smug look out at the booing crowd.
“Listen to that heat, Sloan, that is the sound of jealousy!” declares Julian Fiasco. “They hate her because she’s talented, she’s privileged, and she is superior to everyone else in that locker room. She is the English Rose, and she’s not here to make friends.”
“She certainly carries herself like she believes she’s superior, Fiasco, but that arrogance is what the fans despise ,” counters Jeremiah Sloan. “Shaw is a cunning and underhanded heel who will do whatever it takes to win. She views her opponents as unworthy.”
Shaw finishes her entrance, removing her jacket and stepping through the ropes. She gives a condescending wave to the fans at ringside before waiting impatiently for her opponent.
The iconic sounds of “Jump” by Van Halen blast through the arena , and the crowd gives a rousing cheer for the incoming underdog. Marty Murdoch, nicknamed “Miracle” , sprints to the ring, beaming with genuine excitement.
“Here comes a man who is absolutely ecstatic just to be here, Marty Murdoch!” exclaims Sloan. “He is the perennial underdog, all heart, constantly fighting against tall odds.”
“Look at this little flea, Fiasco, he’s practically skipping to his own execution,” snipes Fiasco. “He’s got a basic, limited moveset, he’s not strong or skilled. This is a squash match, plain and simple. Shaw is going to annihilate this lifelong wrestling fanatic.”
Murdoch slides into the ring and immediately gets a massive smile on his face as he looks across at Shaw, seemingly awestruck to be sharing the ring with her. Shaw glares at him with utter disdain.
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Murdoch bounds forward, offering a handshake in a show of good sportsmanship. Shaw just looks at his hand, then glares back at him with a smirk and shoves him hard in the chest. Murdoch stumbles back, momentarily discouraged.
“Oh, Shaw is wasting no time showing her opinion of Murdoch, just pushing him away!” Sloan observes.
“Marty Murdoch needs to realize this isn’t kindergarten, Sloan. This is professional wrestling, and he is unworthy,” Fiasco says with a laugh.
Shaw immediately charges and hits Murdoch with a Regal Kick to the chest while he is kneeling, dropping him instantly. She follows up with a series of hard-hitting forearms and stomps, establishing her dominance with a mix of technical prowess and brutality. She hits a snap suplex and quickly transitions into the Golden Guillotine submission hold, wrenching on his neck.
Murdoch fights desperately, trying to show that all-heart mentality. He manages to grab the bottom rope, forcing Referee Brett Lukas to demand the break. Shaw holds on for an extra second, forcing Lukas to visibly caution her.
Murdoch manages to dodge a running strike, creating separation. He relies on his scrappy nature and hits a quick Flying Forearm, sending Shaw reeling back into the ropes. Murdoch tries to follow up with momentum, but Shaw recovers quickly, using her skill to hit a devastating series of three consecutive German Suplexes—The Sterling Suplex!
Murdoch lands hard on his neck and shoulder. Shaw, sensing the end, backs up to the ropes, mocking the crowd. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes the Platinum Plunge, a diving elbow drop, but Murdoch just manages to roll out of the way!
“Miracle escapes! Marty Murdoch finds a way! That underdog fire is burning!” yells Sloan.
Murdoch is on pure instinct. Shaw gets up, frustrated, and rushes him. Murdoch catches her with a desperate Frankensteiner! Shaw hits the mat hard, and Murdoch quickly covers her! One! Two! Shaw kicks out at the last second!
“Oh, so close! A near-fall, Fiasco! The crowd is on its feet for the Miracle!” Sloan shouts.
“It’s a miracle she didn’t just lose to a jobber, Sloan!” Fiasco replies angrily. “Murdoch got lucky! Shaw is going to finish this now and prove her superiority.”
Shaw, infuriated by the near-loss, doesn’t even get to her feet before she throws dirt into Murdoch’s eyes behind the referee’s back. Referee Lukas, who sometimes gets a little star-struck, misses the obvious cheap shot! Murdoch is blinded, covering his face. Shaw pulls him up, spinning him around, and delivers the spinning back fist, immediately transitioning into the swift knee strike! The Royal Flush!
Shaw hooks the leg. One! Two! Three!
Ringside
The bell rings, and Emily Shaw is announced as the winner. She immediately gets to her feet, a smug look of satisfaction on her face.
“And there it is, a commanding victory for Emily Shaw! The arrogance is earned tonight, Fiasco,” states Sloan.
“Ruthless efficiency, Sloan! That’s what it takes to win in this business, not puppy-dog eyes and a handshake!” Fiascoretorts.
As Shaw is celebrating, Marty Murdoch pulls himself to his feet, dazed but smiling. True to his good-natured personality, he stumbles forward and extends his hand to Shaw in a show of respect.
Shaw simply looks at his hand, then back up at Murdoch’s face, and bursts into laughter, shaking her head condescendingly. She turns her back on the smiling underdog and struts out of the ring, blowing a dismissive kiss to the booing fans on the way up the ramp. Murdoch stands alone in the ring, disappointed but still managing a small, optimistic smile as he recovers.
Backstage
Jon Page’s plush, well-lit office backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The mood is tense but business-like.
CADE TURNER stands silently, radiating his cocky, arrogant presence in front of JON PAGE, who is seated at his large desk. The muffled roar of the crowd can be heard through the door.
PAGE leans forward, steepling his fingers.
“Cade, your match with Blackwood is moments away. I want to be direct with you,” Page says, his voice low and controlled. “In your first few months here in sVo, you’ve impressed me. Your work ethic, your willingness to be ruthless… it’s exactly what I look for.”
Turner nods slightly, his expression cold and focused. He is a brutal and no-nonsense individual who thrives on intimidation.
“But now is the time to step up and truly earn your spot at the top of the card,” Page continues. “Jake Blackwood is a man I wanted to be a star. He’s got the charisma , the cheers , the toughness. I even gave him a chance last week—I asked him to do a simple job, to beat Brice Brantley, and he failed. Utterly.”
Page pauses, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Turner.
“Tonight, I don’t just want you to win, Cade. I want you to teach him a lesson. A painful, memorable lesson. Show him what happens when you fail me, and show him the brutality that you bring from that MMA background. I want you to make that Iron Lock famous.”
Turner’s face, usually set in a scowl, cracks with a hint of a satisfied smirk.
“Mr. Page,” Turner replies, his voice low and confident. “It would be an honour to handle your business.”
Turner turns and walks toward the door. As he reaches for the handle, Page simply smiles, a look of satisfied malice on his face.
The camera cuts away to the ring, where the referee signals for the next entrance.
“We are ready for action, and next up, we’ll see Cade Turner go head-to-head with Jake Blackwood!” exclaims Jeremiah Sloan.
“I’m telling you, Sloan, that Jake Blackwood has absolutely no idea what’s coming to him. Cade Turner is the ultimate weapon , a vicious hybrid fighter who lives to humiliate anyone in his way. That cowboy is about to get taught a lesson in Detroit brutality!” Julian Fiasco asserts.
Single Match
Cade Turner vs. Jake Blackwood
The harsh, aggressive anthem “Unstoppable” by The Score hits, and the crowd immediately unleashes a torrent of boos. Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner stalks down the ramp, his face set in a brutal, no-nonsense snarl. He is universally hated, but his commanding presence demands attention. He is a ruthless, arrogant heel who believes he is the ultimate weapon.
“Here comes the ultimate weapon, a man who carries himself like a bully, and who has been given marching orders by the boss,” Jeremiah Sloan notes, his tone guarded.
“Look at the focus, Sloan! This is a man whose success in MMA is bleeding directly into the squared circle,” Julian Fiasco praises. “Turner doesn’t care about sportsmanship; he’s here to win and humiliate. That cowboy is about to get what he deserves!”.
A hard-hitting Southern Rock track, “Dead Man’s Hand” by Drowning Pool, thumps through the arena. The energy shifts immediately as the crowd erupts in massive cheers for Jake “The Wild West Warrior” Blackwood. He’s the classic babyface, radiating rugged charisma and honor. He walks out in his sleeveless duster coat and cowboy hat, tipping it to the fans before throwing the hat into the crowd.
“The Wild West Warrior is here! The fans absolutely adore this man, Fiasco, because he’s fiercely honorable and lives by a code: fight fair, fight proud, and never back down,” exclaims Sloan.
“A code that’s going to get him broken tonight, Sloan! Honor doesn’t pay the bills! Turner is a bad man, and Blackwood‘s cowboy schtick is just a target painted on his back!” Fiasco shouts.
The bell rings. Blackwood immediately tries to match Turner’s aggression with hard-hitting brawling. They exchange stiff forearm strikes in the center of the ring, the sound echoing through the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Turner’s strikes show his MMA roots, but Blackwood’s barroom brawling style allows him to stand toe-to-toe.
Turner cuts the momentum off with a vicious series of Ground and Pound strikes, showing his MMA roots, before transitioning the cowboy to a punishing headlock.
“Turner is methodical, Sloan. He’s adapting his fighting style to break down the cowboy with calculated precision,” Fiasco observes.
Blackwood fights up, desperate for space, and lands a desperation Running Corner Clothesline followed by a quick Snap Suplex to send Turner reeling. Blackwood senses a momentum shift, and springs off the ropes for a Springboard Forearm Smash that drops Turner!. Cover by Blackwood! One! Kick out by Turner!
Blackwood is full of fire, but Turner uses his veteran instinct and MMA discipline to cut the offense short. As Blackwood runs the ropes again, Turner lowers his head and executes a sudden, devastating Razor Edge, lifting the cowboy and driving him back first into the mat with a high-impact spinebuster.
Turner is dominant now, punishing Blackwood with measured stomps and kicks. He applies the submission hold Lasso Lock (modified calf crusher) to Jake, relentlessly targeting the leg to wear him down. Blackwood screams, desperately crawling to the ropes, reaching with his outstretched hand, never-say-die spirit on display. He finally grabs the rope, forcing the break!
Turner pulls Blackwood back to the center of the ring. He signals the end, raising a hand in a classic MMA style. He attempts the devastating Iron Fist Strike, a brutal knockout punch to the face. Blackwood ducks under the punch, spins Turner around, and connects with a massive Tilt-a-Whirl Powerslam! Both men are down!.
“The Wild West Warrior refusing to quit, Fiasco! That toughness is why the fans love him!” Sloan yells.
Both men slowly drag themselves up at the count of eight. Turner stumbles towards Blackwood, who explodes with a Leaping Leg Lariat! Turner is rocked, stumbling, and Blackwood capitalizes! He runs the ropes, hitting a second lariat, then a third! Blackwood drops the strap and winds up! He charges—Six Shooter! The jumping spinning lariat connects!. Blackwood drops down for the cover! One! Two! Turner gets his shoulder up in a frantic, last-second kick-out!
The crowd is in hysterics, chanting for the cowboy. Blackwood can’t believe it. He drags Turner back up to his feet, setting him up for the Texas Piledriver. Turner fights free, elbowing the rugged Blackwood in the jaw. They trade more stiff strikes. Turner ducks a strike, grabs Blackwood from behind, and executes a perfect Takedown Slam, the modified belly-to-belly suplex, dropping the cowboy hard.
Turner, recognizing the advantage, immediately mounts Blackwood, applying the dreaded Iron Lock, the crossface submission, wrenching back on Blackwood’s neck and jaw.
Blackwood fights with everything he has, gritting his teeth, reaching, straining, but the hold is applied with calculated precision and brutal force. Blackwood’s face is contorted in pain. He has no choice. He taps out!
The referee calls for the bell and rips Turner off the agonizing hold. Cade Turner is declared the winner.
“He tapped! Blackwood tapped!” screams Sloan. “Cade Turner wins, making good on his promise and imposing the boss’s will!”
“Told you, Sloan! This is what happens when the honor-bound meet the Iron Fist!” Fiasco gloats. “That was a brutal, dominant victory that sends a clear message to the entire roster. Turner is here to stay!”
Turner immediately pulls Blackwood up after the bell, not to show respect, but to hold the hurt cowboy in the air and sneer at him, before slamming him back to the mat and holding the Iron Lock for an extra few seconds. Referee Brett Lukas desperately tries to pull the enraged Turner away.
Turner eventually breaks the hold, kicking the downed Blackwood on his way out of the ring, embracing the relentless boos of the Las Vegas crowd.
Backstage
A brightly lit backstage interview area with the sVo logo backdrop. The sound of the crowd is distant. KATIE SMITH stands holding a microphone, looking professional and ready to get the big scoop.
KATIE SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Katie Smith, and I’m joined now by “The LA Luminary,” “Box Office Gold,” Alex Sterling. Alex, thank you for your time.
ALEX STERLING: (He smooths his stylized hair and gives the camera a smug, model-like look .) Darling, for Hollywood’s Favorite Villain, time is money, and I am box office. But for you, Katie, I’ll spare a few frames.
KATIE SMITH: (Smith is tough and fair with her questioning.) Let’s get straight to the plot. You have earned a guaranteed sVo Championship match in five weeks at Seasons Beatings after you won the Victory Cup. But next week on Showdown 250, the reigning champion, Carlos Vasquez, has agreed to defend the title against the former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson.
ALEX STERLING: (He throws his hands out dramatically.) Ah, the big announcement! The sequel nobody asked for!
KATIE SMITH: Does it concern you at all that you could be facing a new champion in five weeks—a dominant, ruthless powerhouse like Angelo Anderson —rather than the high-flying style of Carlos Vasquez? Are you analyzing their strengths and weaknesses?
ALEX STERLING: Katie, you’re missing the forest for the filmography. I’m the director, producer, and star of this whole enterprise. Do I care who wins next week? (He shakes his head dramatically.) No. I don’t care if it’s the Miami Maverick or the Unbreakable monster. Why? Because the outcome is already written.
KATIE SMITH: And what is that outcome?
ALEX STERLING: The only outcome possible. At Seasons Beatings, when the lights are brightest, when the cameras are rolling, and the critics are watching, Alex Sterling—the Box Office Gold —will be crowned the new sVo Champion. I don’t care about their little preview next week; I’m here for the premiere, and I am stealing the scene! (He strikes a dramatic “A-Lister” pose and blows a kiss to the camera.) That’s a wrap, darling!
Sterling struts away, leaving a dissatisfied but composed Smith in the interview area.
KATIE SMITH: (Looking directly into the camera.) There you have it. The number one contender, Alex Sterling, clearly confident in his fate, regardless of next week’s massive title clash. Back to you, commentators.
Backstage
A dimly lit corridor backstage, away from the main thoroughfare. MASAFUMI SATAKE, looking focused and calm, walks purposefully down the hallway, carrying a championship belt over his shoulder. He is a bull of a human being and an indy circuit veteran.
Suddenly, COLT THOMPSON, the “Lone Star,” explodes from around a corner. He blindsides Satake with a massive, running Lariat from Hell that takes the champion completely off his feet!
Satake, reeling from the sudden, powerful blow, crashes hard onto the concrete floor, dropping his title belt beside him. Thompson stands over the fallen veteran, his face a mask of ruthless satisfaction. Thompson, the arrogant and unapologetic heel, eyes the belt.
COLT THOMPSON: (Speaking with a sneer , his voice carrying a mix of Southern charm and cutting arrogance.) Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A dedicated professional lying on the floor.
Thompson nudges Satake’s head roughly with his boot.
COLT THOMPSON: I heard you last week, Satake. I heard you talking about how you’re in the sVo for revenge against me. And you know what? (He leans down closer, his voice dropping into a menacing growl.) I’m glad. Because I thrive on violence, and I’m always playing by my own rules.
Thompson picks up Satake’s championship, running his hand over the gold.
COLT THOMPSON: You want to end your career leaving an everlasting impression on the business? You want me to stop being aloof and enigmatic and give you my attention?
Thompson throws the title belt down onto Satake’s chest with a disrespectful clang.
COLT THOMPSON: I will see you at Seasons Beatings on December 21st! I want you one-on-one, Lone Star versus professional. And if you are truly brave enough—if you have any pride left in your Japanese roots and your American training —you put that International Heavyweight Championship on the line!
Thompson delivers a final, punishing Running Knee Strike to Satake’s midsection. He then lets out a harsh, satisfied laugh, turning and stalking away, embodying the persona of a lone gunslinger.
Satake coughs, clutching his ribs, his expression switching from shock to cold, dedicated focus. He slowly pulls himself up, glaring down the corridor where Thompson disappeared.
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. Blood Money Soldiers
The lights dim, and a menacing classic Italian mafia-style instrumental mixed with heavy trap beats hits the sound system. The crowd unleashes heavy boos. Junior Gambino, “The Young Gun of Blood Money,” and Nicky Columbo, “The Sicilian Enforcer,” stalk down the ramp. Gambino is brash and cocky , while Columbo is the silent, intimidating muscle. Both are draped in black and gold gear, exuding the aura of street-mafia soldiers.
“Here come the next generation of the feared Blood Money faction, The Soldiers,” comments Jeremiah Sloan. “Columbo is the backbone, the imposing 6’4” powerhouse , paired with the quick technical style of the 5’9” Gambino. A dangerous combination.”
“Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino are focused on one thing: enforcing the family’s will and crushing anyone who defies them. They are a seamless blend of brutality and opportunistic technical skill,” explains Julian Fiasco. “These two are the epitome of what it means to be a soldier in this business.”
A loud, custom hip-hop track begins, and the Las Vegas locals, Michael Sexton and Lucas Sexton, emerge, receiving a strong wave of boos. They are The Sin City Scoundrels , two light-heavyweight flyers who thrive on bending the rules and mocking the fans. Michael is “The Slick Scoundrel,” and Lucas is “The Shady Scoundrel”.
“Speaking of rule-benders, here are the Scoundrels! Two Las Vegas boys who are all about cocky charisma and underhanded tactics,” says Sloan.
“These two light heavyweights have the flashy athleticism to embarrass anyone , and their history in the lucha scene means they know how to adapt and fly,” Fiasco notes. “But tonight, they are outmatched by the sheer brutality of Blood Money.”
The bell rings, and Lucas Sexton starts against Junior Gambino. The pace is frantic from the outset, with Lucas trying to use his speed and high-flying ability to counter Gambino’s quick technical wrestling. Lucas quickly hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Arm Drag and tags in Michael.
The Scoundrels use their specialty, Double Team Setups. Michael hits a Dropkick into the Corner, setting up Lucas for a quick tag and a Slingshot Cutter from the outside. Cover! One! Two! Columbo rushes in to break the pin, showing the Soldiers’ teamwork.
Columbo tags in, and the tone changes immediately. He uses his imposing size to dominate Michael, throwing him across the ring with a Fallaway Slam. Columbo is ruthless, ignoring the fan boos as he hits a Chokeslam and delivers loud, repeated Corner Clotheslines.
“This is where the muscle takes over, Sloan! Columbo is smashing through the Scoundrels’ defenses with raw power,” praises Fiasco.
“Columbo is brutalizing Michael Sexton, focusing on that size and power advantage,” observes Sloan.
Michael finally manages to create space, dodging a running move and diving to tag Lucas. Lucas comes in hot, hitting a Tornado DDT on Columbo that shakes the big man. He follows up with a Running Knee Strike and a Plancha to the Outside on the recovering Columbo!
Gambino, meanwhile, is illegally tagging in behind the referee’s back. He immediately hits Michael with a Snap Dragon Suplex , and then a Running Knee Strike to the Jaw. The Blood Money Soldiers execute a quick, vicious double-team, isolating Lucas.
Gambino drags Lucas into their corner. Columbo tags in and sets Lucas up for the end, hitting him with a massive Spinebuster. Columbo signals to the back, and the crowd begins to stir, anticipating interference.
“What is Columbo looking at? He’s staring at the entrance ramp, Sloan!” Sloan exclaims.
Suddenly, Joe Barone, “The Enforcer” of Blood Money , storms down the ramp, wearing his black leather trench coat. The referee is distracted by Gambino, who is loudly arguing with Michael on the apron.
Barone, the loyal right-hand of Anthony Moretti , slides into the ring and immediately drives Lucas into the mat with a slow, emphatic Sleeping With the Fishes (Lifting inverted DDT). Barone quickly slides out of the ring, avoiding detection.
Columbo turns back around, pulling the dazed Lucas up, and nails him with the Mafia Kick (Running Big Boot). He hooks the leg. One! Two! Three!
The bell rings, signaling the win for the Blood Money Soldiers.
“It was interference! Joe Barone just ran down and executed a hit-job on The Sin City Scoundrels!” yells Sloan. “The referee missed the whole thing! Blood Money cheats to win yet again!”
“That’s not cheating, Sloan, that is ‘handling business!’ ” Fiasco shouts over the boos. “Joe Barone is The Problem Solver, and the problem was the Scoundrels were too resilient! They’re loyal to the family, and they got the job done!”
Gambino and Columbo celebrate over the downed Lucas, sharing a ruthless smirk as they raise their fists, while Barone stands menacingly at the bottom of the ramp, confirming that Blood Money‘s dominance continues, often through ruthless, underhanded efficiency.
Backstage
The backstage interview area. The atmosphere is tense as the main event looms.
KATIE SMITH: Welcome back. I am joined now by the former Project Violence Heavyweight Champion , Adam Garcia. Adam, thank you for your time. Your main event match tonight against Angelo Anderson , the former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, is easily the biggest match on the card.
ADAM GARCIA: (Garcia approaches the interview with a cocky, arrogant swagger.) Señorita Smith, when have I ever been in a match that wasn’t the biggest thing on the card? I am the Spanish Ace , I am Box Office Gold , and Anderson is simply the next calculated step in my plan.
KATIE SMITH: Anderson is renowned for his cold , dominant , and powerful style. He’s brutal and efficient. What makes you so confident that your strong style wrestling and MMA experience will be enough to beat a man known as the “Unbreakable” champion?
ADAM GARCIA: (He smirks, adjusting his stance.) Confidence? No, mi corazón, this is not confidence; this is a calculated fact. I analyze my opponents’ strengths and weaknesses prior to a match. Anderson is strong, yes. But he is just another formula I am prepared to solve. Tonight, I will hit him with the Destino Final, and his dominance will come to an abrupt end.
KATIE SMITH: And looking beyond tonight, assuming you walk out victorious, Many expect Danny Domino to be your opponent for Seasons Beatings after your confrontation on your first night in the sVo.
ADAM GARCIA: (Garcia laughs, dismissively.) Domino? “The Bully” is loud, arrogant, and cruel. I will beat him, too. He is merely a former sVo Champion who cemented himself as a hated and hard-hitting star. But like Anderson tonight, Domino at Seasons Beatings is just another notch on my belt. I will teach both of them what it means to face a calculated prick who will do whatever is necessary to win a match. Tonight, Anderson falls. At Seasons Beatings, Domino falls. And the Spanish Ace rises to the top.
Garcia shoots a final, intense look at the camera before walking off the set.
KATIE SMITH: A bold statement from Adam Garcia, who is promising not one, but two huge victories, starting with our main event against Angelo Anderson. Back to the action at ringside.
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Jacob Izaz
The classic funk sounds of “Super Freak” by Rick James hit, and the arena buzzes. Jay Adder, “The Icon,” strides out. He is a twenty-year veteran , known for his strong leadership skills and technical prowess. The crowd reaction is neutral, but tonight, given the recent betrayal by his former associate, they watch him closely.
“A somber entrance for a legend, Sloan,” comments Julian Fiasco. “Jay Adder is a Ring General , a ten-time CPW World Champion, but he’s here tonight to settle a personal grudge against a man who used to be his friend.”
“Indeed, Fiasco. Last week, Izaz of Generation Joint turned on Adder. This is a match born of betrayal and a need for vengeance,” Jeremiah Sloan clarifies.
A custom hip-hop beat with heavy bass, the theme for Generation Joint, blasts as Jacob “The Philly Flash” Izaz emerges. Izaz is cocky, arrogant , and exudes the swagger of Philadelphia. He embraces his new role as a full-fledged heel , flaunting his success and talking trash to the now-reviling crowd.
“Here comes the man who showed his true colors,” sneers Sloan. “Izaz—the flashy underdog who traded his beloved status for a villainous edge. He is proud of betraying the man who founded their group, Williams.”
“Izaz simply cut out the dead weight, Sloan. He’s quick, flashy, and ruthless. He’s here to show that he is the star of Generation Joint, and that the old guard like Adder needs to step aside,” Fiasco defends.
The bell rings, and the match is immediate and aggressive. Adder, the Ring General, tries to ground the quicker Izaz, but the “Philly Flash” is too fast. Izaz uses his speed to hit a Dropkick into the Corner and a Running Forearm Smash.
Izaz starts taunting Adder and the crowd, showing off his new villainous edge. Adder, fueled by rage, stops the swaggering Izaz dead in his tracks with a stiff Spinebuster.
“The veteran reminding the young gun what twenty years in the business feels like!” Sloan exclaims.
Adder immediately begins applying his Technical style, focusing on submissions and holds. He delivers a beautiful Snap Dragon Suplex that twists Izaz inside out, followed by a Vertical Brain Buster. Adder locks in the Sharpshooter!
Izaz screams in pain, crawling desperately for the ropes. He is moments away from tapping out, but Adder is in the middle of the ring. Izaz, however, uses his cheap, heel instincts, gouging Adder’s eyes quickly, forcing the break.
“An eye rake! The referee missed it! Dirty pool from The Philly Flash!” Sloan cries out.
“He’s relentless, Sloan! Izaz found a way out. He uses street-fighting instincts and speed to outmaneuver the old man!” Fiasco counters, approvingly.
Izaz capitalizes immediately on the illegal break, hitting a Spinning Heel Kick and then setting up for his finisher. He executes the Springboard Cutter, Flashpoint! He covers Adder! One! Two! Adder kicks out!
Izaz is furious and immediately goes back on the attack, hitting a Superkick followed by a Snap DDT. He tries a desperate, illegal pin, a Cheap Roll-up with Tights or Rope Leverage. The referee spots the hand on the ropes and stops the count at two!
Izaz argues fiercely with the referee, distracted by his arrogance. Adder, recovering, seizes the moment. He grabs Izaz and lifts him for his own finish! He spikes Izaz with the Double Underhook Tombstone Piledriver, Memory Lane!
Adder covers the Philly Flash! One! Two! Three!
The bell rings! Jay Adder wins the match!
“Redemption! Jay Adder gets the win and serves justice to the man who betrayed him! The veteran proves he still has gas in the tank, Fiasco!” Sloan shouts, relief in his voice.
“Luck! Pure, dumb luck, Sloan. Izaz got distracted, and the veteran stole one!” Fiasco snaps, clearly unhappy with the outcome.
Adder’s music plays, and the referee raises his arm in victory. Adder, satisfied, nods to the crowd, basking in the newfound cheers of the fans who respect his honor.
Suddenly, Izaz rolls up behind Adder. He kicks Adder low—a brutal, unseen cheap shot! Adder drops to his knees in agony. Izaz then stands over him, smiling sadistically, and throws him out of the ring. Izaz grabs a chair from under the ring, slides back in, and waits for Adder to struggle back onto the apron. As Adder pulls himself up, Izaz drives the chair into Adder’s face, forcing him to crumple to the floor.
Izaz picks up a microphone.
JACOB IZAZ: (Into the mic, his voice dripping with arrogance.) You think you got redemption, old man? You think you still matter? I let you have that moment. I am Generation Joint! And you are just dead weight!
Izaz drops the mic and throws the chair down onto the downed Adder as the scene cuts away.
Backstage
The backstage interview area, buzzing with activity as the next match approaches.
KATIE SMITH: Welcome back to the backstage area. I’m Katie Smith , and I’m joined now by one of the fastest-rising stars in the company, Victor Holland. Victor, tonight you face “The Lone Star,” Colt Thompson.
VICTOR HOLLAND: (Holland, who is confident, passionate, and determined, looks directly into the camera.) Katie, this is exactly why I’m here. Thompson is a calculating, ruthless heel , a powerhouse who uses explosive strength and intimidation. He’s dangerous. He calls himself a lone gunslinger, but tonight, that outlaw runs right into the future of this business!
KATIE SMITH: Thompson is significantly bigger than you, a 260-pound brawler known for his power-based wrestling and devastating slams. You’re known for your dynamic hybrid style, mixing high-flying and technical wrestling. Do you worry your innovation and speed will be overwhelmed by his size and brute strength?
VICTOR HOLLAND: Worry? (He smiles, showing his determination.) Absolutely not. Thompson is methodical , but I’m a high-flyer who can also chain wrestle with the best of them. Every single person who’s ever doubted me, every critic who said I was too young or too small , they see me as the underdog. But I thrive in big moments.
VICTOR HOLLAND: Tonight, Thompson is going to learn that size only slows you down. When I hit him with the Skyfall , that Corkscrew 450 Splash , he won’t be looking at the Lone Star—he’ll be looking at the Rising Star as he falls. I’m here to change the game, and that starts with putting down the Outlaw!
KATIE SMITH: A clear challenge laid down by Victor Holland. It’s a classic clash of speed versus power, next! Back to the arena.
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Colt Thompson
A heavy southern rock track with a slow, menacing build, punctuated by the sound of galloping hooves and gunfire, fills the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The crowd unleashes strong boos. Colt “The Lone Star” Thompson makes his way out, embodying the arrogant, unapologetic lone gunslinger persona. He walks down the ramp in his cowboy hat and long leather coat, surveying the crowd with disdain.
“Here is the Texas Tyrant, a calculating, ruthless heel, Sloan. He rarely speaks without a sneer, and he thrives on intimidation,” observes Julian Fiasco.
“Thompson is a power-based brawler, Fiasco, deceptively agile for his size, and every bit the dangerous outlaw he claims to be. He generates serious heat from this crowd,” notes Jeremiah Sloan.
“Glory” by The Score hits the sound system. The crowd responds with big cheers, especially from the younger fans who see him as the “next big thing”. Victor “The Rising Star” Holland sprints out, his look youthful and vibrant. He slaps hands and nods to the audience, carrying the fire of a twenty-something with everything to prove.
“Here comes the Rising Star, Victor Holland! He’s only in his early twenties, but he is fearless in the ring and thrives in big moments,” exclaims Sloan.
“Thompson is going to squash this kid, Sloan. Holland is dynamic, yes, but he relies on high-flying and fast-paced moves. Against a 260-pound powerhouse like Colt Thompson, speed often loses to strength,” Fiasco counters.
The bell rings. Holland attempts to use his agility immediately, darting around Thompson. He hits an Arm Drag Flurry, showing off his speed. Thompson, however, cuts him off quickly, catching a subsequent attempt and driving Holland hard into the corner with his brute strength.
Thompson immediately asserts his dominance, using his power. He lands a punishing Texas Slam, a massive spinebuster, showcasing his raw strength. He transitions into a grinding hold, slowing the pace down to punish the lighter Holland.
“This is Thompson’s game plan: neutralize the speed and wear the kid down. He’s using that ruthless brawler style to maintain control,” Fiasco states.
Holland fights back with pure heart. He avoids a running attack and fires up, hitting a combination of moves: a Springboard DDT followed by a quick Tornado Kick that momentarily stuns the powerhouse. Holland, channeling his inner daredevil, dives over the top rope with a massive Diving Crossbody to the outside!
“The agility of the Rising Star! Holland is soaring, Fiasco! He’s surviving the power and taking the fight to Thompson!” yells Sloan.
Holland rolls Thompson back into the ring, but as he climbs to the top rope, Thompson shakes the ropes violently. Holland loses his footing, landing hard on the turnbuckle. Thompson capitalizes instantly, showing deceptive agility for his size by rushing across the ring and hitting the Outlaw Strike, a running knee to the chest!
Thompson drags Holland into the center, signaling the end. He hoists Holland onto his shoulders for the fireman’s carry, then transitions with crushing force into the Lone Star Lock, the full nelson submission.
Holland fights with everything he has, trying to resist the crushing hold. Thompson wrenches back, utilizing every pound of his 260-pound frame. Holland struggles, desperately trying to get leverage, but the hold is too tight and too dominant. He has no choice but to submit.
The bell rings, and Colt Thompson is declared the winner via submission.
“Thompson wins! He choked the fight right out of Victor Holland! A massive victory for the Texas Tyrant on the road to Seasons Beatings!” Sloan acknowledges.
“Total dominance! Thompson told the world he was going to win, and he did it with a devastating submission hold! He showed that size and ruthless calculation beat heart every single time!” Fiasco shouts in triumph.
After the referee pulls Thompson off, the Lone Star stands over the fallen Holland. He looks directly into the camera, his eyes cold and menacing. He then slowly raises his hand in a dismissive, arrogant wave, directing his gaze past the camera. The message is clearly directed at Masafumi Satake, whom Thompson had ambushed earlier this evening.
COLT THOMPSON: (Leaning into the camera, his voice carrying a cutting intensity.) Satake! You want revenge? You want to know what happens to the heroes in my world? This is what happens. You bring that International Heavyweight Championship to Seasons Beatings, and I will break you just like I broke the kid!
Thompson tosses Holland out of the ring with a final, unnecessary shove, leaving the victor standing tall as the boos rain down.
Backstage
The backstage interview area, the atmosphere still charged from the previous match, but focused on the upcoming main event.
KATIE SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Katie Smith , and I am joined now by the sVo Champion, Carlos “The Miami Maverick” Vasquez. Carlos, thank you for being here.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (Vasquez is charismatic, suave, and exudes the confidence of a Miami playboy.) Katie, mi corazón, any time. I’m always ready for the spotlight.
KATIE SMITH: Tonight, the main event features the man you will be defending your sVo Championship against next week on Showdown 250, the formidable Angelo Anderson. Anderson is known for being cold, dominant, and virtually “Unbreakable”.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (He adjusts his pose for the camera, maintaining his magnetic personality.) Oye, this is exactly why I’m here backstage tonight, Katie. I may be the South Beach Sensation, but I’m also smart. Anderson is a powerhouse , no doubt about it, and he’s earned his reputation for being brutal and efficient.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: Tonight, I’m not wearing my ring gear. I’m wearing my scouting hat. The sVo Championship is the greatest prize in this organization, and I’m going to be watching every devastating slam , every high-impact strike , every little tactic that Anderson uses against Adam Garcia.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: I am here to scout the main event. I’m here to figure out how to dismantle the Dynasty Destroyer next week, so that I can hold onto this gold and keep this show the hottest party on the Las Vegas Strip!
KATIE SMITH: So, you’re confident that watching Anderson tonight will be enough to give you the winning edge next week?
CARLOS VASQUEZ: Katie, I’m the Miami Maverick. I live life to the fullest, and I’m always ready for the big one. Next week, the Sunshine Showstopper proves that nobody breaks the champion. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the show is about to get interesting.
Vasquez flashes a dazzling smile and walks off, presumably toward a monitor to watch the main event.
KATIE SMITH: Back to the arena now, where the main event is moments away.
Single Match
Adam Garcia vs. Angelo Anderson
The Goodfellas Casino Arena is packed, the atmosphere electric for this clash.
The track “God of the Underground” by Fever 333 hits the sound system, and the arena floor falls silent, replaced by an audible sense of awe and dread. Angelo “Unbreakable” Anderson emerges, a physically imposing figure with a thick, powerful frame. He wears his long, sleeveless trench coat with the metal-plated chest piece, exuding control and menace. The crowd lets out loud boos, but they are mixed with genuine respect for the sheer dominance he brings.
“The former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion is here, and every step he takes feels like a threat,” states Jeremiah Sloan. “He is the embodiment of control, cold and dominant, and tonight he’s looking to prove he’s the most dominant force across multiple organizations.”
“Anderson is ruthless, Sloan. He doesn’t raise his voice; he speaks with icy calm and total self-assurance. Adam Garcia needs to solve this equation quickly, or he’s going to get dismantled,” warns Julian Fiasco.
The music shifts to “I’M NUMBER ONE” by YOUNG REALLOUD, and Adam “The Spanish Ace” Garcia strides out to a strong cheer from the fans. He is cocky but intelligent. Garcia knows the eyes of the wrestling world are on him as a former Project Violence Heavyweight Champion.
“Garcia is a former UWK, a former PV Champion, and he is here to prove that he can hang with any powerhouse in the business, including the ‘Unbreakable’ Anderson,” Sloan explains. “Garcia called himself a calculated prick who analyzes his opponents, so he will have a strategy tonight.”
“He’s going to need a perfect strategy, Sloan. He’s a strong style wrestler with MMA experience. He will be striking hard tonight to counter the overwhelming power of Anderson,” Fiasco analyzes.
The bell rings. Garcia attempts to open with hard, stiff strong style kicks, targeting the legs of the larger Anderson. Anderson simply absorbs the strikes, catching the third kick and driving Garcia into the corner with a powerful Corner Avalanche.
Anderson switches to his power-based, brutal offense. He throws Garcia across the ring with a devastating Running Powerslam. Anderson then locks in the painful Bear Trap Submission (kneeling trap-hold into grounded elbows), punishing Garcia and wearing him down methodically.
Garcia, showing his toughness and short temper, eventually bites Anderson’s arm to break the hold. He explodes with a quick flurry of strikes, culminating in a Spinning Backfist that stuns Anderson. Garcia lifts the heavy Anderson and connects with the Media Luna (21 Plex), dropping Anderson to the mat!
“Garcia hits the suplex! He’s mixing up the style, showing the speed and technique to stay in this fight!” shouts Sloan.
Garcia attempts to follow up, but Anderson is too powerful, intercepting a charging Garcia with a massive Spine-Rattling Lariat. Anderson lifts Garcia, driving him into the mat with the powerful Snake Eyes maneuver, before following up with a huge Big Boot. Anderson drags Garcia up, signaling the end. He hooks Garcia for his dominant finisher, the Unbroken (Elevated sit-out powerbomb).
Garcia fights back, elbowing Anderson’s head! He slips free, ducks a clothesline, and hits a spinning maneuver to hook Anderson for his own finisher, the Destino Final (Blade Runner). The move connects! Anderson is down!
Garcia immediately hooks the leg! One! Two! Anderson kicks out!
Garcia is stunned. He pulls Anderson back to his feet, ready to execute another Destino Final. As he is setting up, the referee is inadvertently taken out by Anderson’s leg as he flails, collapsing to the mat!
“The referee is down! The official is hurt! This could be a disaster for Garcia!” Sloan yells.
Garcia, unconcerned by the downed official—remembering he is a calculated prick who will do whatever is necessary to win —maintains his focus on Anderson. He hits the El Cid (Running Angle Liger Bomb)! Garcia covers Anderson, but the referee is unconscious!
Suddenly, DANNY “THE BULLY” DOMINO storms into the ring from the crowd. Domino, the arrogant sVo veteran and former champion, viciously attacks Garcia! Domino hits Garcia with a massive Big Boot and throws him over the top rope!
Anderson, recovering slowly, sees Domino retreating through the crowd. He looks down at the downed referee, then back at the staggered Garcia outside the ring. Anderson, showing his ruthlessness, realizes his opportunity. He quickly pulls the referee’s arm, waking him up enough to roll him over and point at the fallen Garcia.
Garcia tries to slide back into the ring, but Anderson catches him. Anderson hits the final, devastating Elevated Sit-Out Powerbomb—The Unbroken!.
Anderson hooks the leg of the now-unconscious Garcia. The referee counts! One! Two! Three!
The bell rings! Angelo Anderson wins the main event!
“He did it! Anderson wins! But what an outrage! Danny Domino just cost Adam Garcia the biggest win of his career!” shouts Sloan. “Anderson capitalizes on the distraction and the downed referee, but the Bully is responsible!”
“No, no, no! This is high-stakes wrestling, Sloan! Domino simply softened the target! Anderson is a professional; he uses what he’s given!” argues Fiasco. “He proved tonight that he is Unbreakable, and he just got a massive victory over a champion, cementing his path to a potential sVo Championship next week!”
Anderson immediately exits the ring, showing no emotion for the controversial win, his cold, calculating demeanor intact. He walks up the ramp, looking back at the downed Garcia, proving his dominance. The cameras cut to a furious, defeated Garcia struggling to his feet in the ring, pointing up the ramp at the direction Domino disappeared, his plans for Seasons Beatings momentarily derailed.
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