sVo Countdown to Violence 2025 PPV
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
4th May 2025
[A slick video package plays, set to a hard-hitting soundtrack. We see glimpses of the chaos, grudges, and glory that have led to tonight – Carlos Vasquez arrogantly raising the sVo Championship high above his head… Kenneth D Williams diving from the top rope… Anthony Moretti barking orders to Blood Money… Victor Holland charging to the ring with a chair… Dylan MacLeod fighting his way through every obstacle… and a final shot of Katsuhiro Kaneda, gold around his waist, staring into the camera with cold precision.]
Narrator (V.O.):
“Tonight… grudges will be settled. Championships will be defended. And violence… will take center stage.”
[We cut to a sweeping drone shot over the sold-out Goodfellas Casino Arena, bathed in flashing lights and roaring crowd energy. Fireworks erupt from the stage as the camera zooms into ringside.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada – welcome to the Goodfellas Casino Arena – and welcome to COUNTDOWN TO VIOLENCE!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Tonight’s not just another event, Julian. Tonight is about opportunity, revenge, and championship destiny! The Sanctioned Violence Organization is about to raise the bar once again!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And how about this card?! In the main event – Carlos Vasquez defends the sVo Championship against the ‘Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams! Williams earned his shot the hard way, but Vasquez has made it clear – he’ll do anything to keep that title around his waist!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Speaking of titles, the Las Vegas Championship is on the line! Dylan MacLeod finally gets his chance against Alex Sterling after jumping through every hoop COO Amy Page threw his way! Will it be enough to finally put gold around the waist of Northern Fury?”
Julian Fiasco:
“And the tag team division explodes – the Southern Boys defend the gold against their bitter rivals, the Sin City Scoundrels! Haley Dallas says it ends tonight… one way or another.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Let’s not forget the wild card – the IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship will be defended right here in the sVo for the very first time, as Rising Sun Pro Wrestling’s own Katsuhiro Kaneda puts the title on the line against a mystery opponent! Who’s stepping up?”
Julian Fiasco:
“Plus, we’ve got Blood Money’s Anthony Moretti going one-on-one with Victor Holland in a grudge match months in the making, and ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch taking on ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino – can the underdog overcome the odds once again?”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“You can feel it in the air tonight, Julian – this is more than just a show. This is a warzone… this is COUNTDOWN TO VIOLENCE!”
[The camera zooms in on the electrified crowd as the countdown clock appears on screen, ticking down to the first match of the night.]
[The show is officially underway.]
Single Match
Marty Murdoch vs. Danny Domino
Ringside
Intruder
[The bell rings, and boos rain down from the crowd as Danny Domino stands tall in the center of the ring, having just put away the underdog Marty Murdoch with a vicious Domino Effect out of nowhere.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Well, that’s it! Danny Domino picks up the win, and I hate to say it – but that was dominant.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“But look at him, Julian – he’s not finished!”
[Domino snarls, pacing around the fallen Murdoch like a predator. The crowd’s jeers grow louder as the Bully slowly removes the tape from his wrists, glaring down at his opponent with bad intentions.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Come on, Domino – the match is over! This is uncalled for!”
[Murdoch tries to crawl to the ropes, but Domino grabs him by the back of the head, barking something inaudible and shoving him into the corner. The referee pleads with Domino to stop, but the Bully shoves the official aside!]
BOOOOOO!!
[Suddenly—POP!]
[The crowd ERUPTS as “The Biker” Dutch Ramirez leaps the barricade at ringside and slides into the ring like a man possessed!]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s Dutch Ramirez! That’s Dutch Ramirez from Project Violence!”
Julian Fiasco:
“What the hell is he doing here?! We know these two have history – it’s all boiling over!”
[Ramirez charges at Domino and tackles him to the mat! The two roll across the ring, throwing heavy punches as the crowd goes wild. Domino scrambles to his feet and throws a wild right hand, but Ramirez ducks it and sends him stumbling into the ropes with a lariat!]
[Security hits the ring in waves – half a dozen officials rush in, trying to pull the men apart. Ramirez is furious, yelling as he’s held back, still trying to claw his way at Domino.]
Crowd:
“LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!”
[Domino is ushered to the outside by security, holding his jaw and yelling back at Ramirez, who’s being restrained in the corner by multiple guards.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Dutch Ramirez just made a statement, and if Domino thought their feud was over, he just got a painful reminder!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“This rivalry is out of control – the bad blood between Domino and Ramirez just spilled onto the PPV stage, and something tells me this won’t be the last time we see Dutch tonight!”
[The camera lingers on a furious Dutch Ramirez, eyes locked on Domino, as officials escort the Project Violence outsider out of the ring. The crowd roars with anticipation.]
[Fade to black.]
Backstage
Ready to Reclaim
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where long-time sVo correspondent Katie Smith stands ready with a microphone. Flanking her on either side are the sneering, suited-up brothers of sleaze themselves—Michael and Lucas Sexton, aka the Sin City Scoundrels. The crowd boos audibly from the arena feed as the Scoundrels fix their hair and smirk at the camera.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with the former sVo Tag Team Champions, Michael and Lucas Sexton—the Sin City Scoundrels. Gentlemen, in just moments, you have the opportunity to regain the titles you lost to the Southern Boys. What’s the mindset going into this rematch tonight?”
Michael Sexton (smirking):
“The mindset, Katie? Oh, it’s simple. Redemption. You see, a couple of good ol’ boys from the sticks caught lightning in a bottle last time, but tonight? Tonight we drain that bottle dry and toss it into the gutter where it belongs.”
Lucas Sexton (scoffing):
“Those cowboys? Please. They’re not champions—they’re tourists. We’ve run Vegas for years, Katie. We own this city. The glitz, the grime, the gold—it’s in our blood. The Southern Boys? They’re just passin’ through.”
Michael Sexton:
“And don’t forget, they’ve got that cheerleader Haley Dallas flappin’ her gums at ringside like she’s part of the act. Spoiler alert, sweetheart—you don’t get a tag rope.”
Lucas Sexton (adjusting his shades):
“Tonight, we remind the world what real tag team wrestling looks like. We’ve played the game, rigged the table, and stacked the deck. The Southern Boys? They’re about to get busted out.”
Katie Smith:
“You seem very confident—”
Michael Sexton (cutting her off):
“Confident? Katie, we’re inevitable. We’re walking out with those belts, and the Southern Boys? They’re just another notch on the slot machine. Ding ding, jackpot.”
Lucas Sexton (leaning into the mic):
“Sin always wins.”
[The Scoundrels adjust their collars, flash cocky grins, and swagger off down the hallway toward the arena as boos grow louder from the audience. Katie Smith shakes her head slightly, watching them go.]
Katie Smith:
“Back to you at ringside.”
[Fade out.]
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
The Southern Boys (c) vs. Sin City Scoundrels
Backstage
My Time
[The camera cuts backstage where Katie Smith stands poised with a microphone, the sVo logo glowing brightly behind her. The fans watching in the arena begin to cheer as the camera widens to reveal none other than “Northern Fury” Dylan MacLeod, dressed in his ring gear, bouncing slightly on his feet, full of energy and focus.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from the Las Vegas Championship match, where my guest at this time, Dylan MacLeod, finally gets his opportunity to challenge Alex Sterling for the gold. Dylan, it’s been a long road to get here. How are you feeling heading into the biggest match of your sVo career so far?”
Dylan MacLeod (nodding, composed):
“You’re right, Katie—it’s been a long, frustrating road. I’ve been chasing this opportunity for weeks. Jumping through hoops. Beating whoever Amy Page put in front of me. Watching Sterling duck and dodge. But now? Now there’s nowhere left to run.”
[The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering loudly through the monitor feed as Dylan’s intensity rises.]
Dylan MacLeod:
“I respect the title. I respect what it means to this company. But Alex Sterling? He doesn’t respect anything but his own spotlight. He walks around calling himself the ‘LA Luminary’—but I think it’s time someone blew out that flickering little candle.”
Katie Smith:
“There’s no doubt the champion is talented, but tonight you finally get him one-on-one with the title on the line. What would it mean to walk out as Las Vegas Champion?”
Dylan MacLeod (smiling):
“It would mean everything. For every fan who’s believed in me, for every young kid watching from home who’s been told they’re not good enough—I’m gonna prove that hard work does pay off. Tonight, Northern Fury isn’t just coming for a fight… I’m coming to take the Las Vegas Championship home.”
[Dylan turns, slapping his fists together as he walks off with focused determination. The camera zooms in on Katie, who nods in approval.]
Katie Smith:
“The challenger is fired up and ready. It’s Dylan MacLeod vs. Alex Sterling—next! Don’t go anywhere!”
Backstage
Ready to Represent
[The camera cuts backstage to the door of sVo COO Amy Page’s office. The Las Vegas crowd roars with excitement as hometown favorite CJ Dreamer strides into view, dressed in his gear, fire in his eyes. He knocks once, then pushes the door open without waiting.]
CJ Dreamer:
“Amy, we need to talk.”
[Amy Page looks up from her desk, unimpressed but curious.]
Amy Page:
“This better be good, Dreamer. Tonight’s a big night and I’m not in the mood for nonsense.”
CJ Dreamer:
“Good, because I’m not here for nonsense. I’m here for opportunity. I want the shot at Katsuhiro Kaneda and that IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship—tonight.”
[Amy leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow.]
Amy Page:
“You want Kaneda? The Rising Sun Pro Wrestling champion who’s undefeated in IPWA competition? You’ve had a rough few weeks, Dreamer. Why should I trust you to bring that title to the sVo?”
[CJ Dreamer steps closer, his voice steady and passionate.]
CJ Dreamer:
“Because I’m not afraid of Kaneda. Because I’ve busted my ass for this company since day one. And because I’m from Las Vegas, Amy. This is my house, and I’m not about to let some arrogant outsider come in here and act like he’s better than all of us. I’ll fight with everything I’ve got to bring that belt home.”
[Amy considers him for a moment, then slowly smirks.]
Amy Page:
“Alright, Dreamer. You want Kaneda? You got him. But make no mistake—this isn’t just about you. That belt represents more than Rising Sun—it represents IPWA. I want it brought to my show. So you better win… or don’t bother coming back through that curtain.”
[Dreamer nods firmly.]
CJ Dreamer:
“I won’t let you down. I’m going to war tonight.”
[Dreamer turns and marches out of the office with purpose, leaving Amy Page watching after him with a calculating expression.]
[Cut to ringside as the crowd erupts in anticipation.]
sVo Las Vegas Championship Match
Alex Sterling (c) vs. Dylan MacLeod
Backstage
Ready to Handle Business
[The camera cuts backstage to the dimly lit, luxurious Blood Money locker room. Inside, the mood is tense but focused. The leader of the group, Anthony Moretti, is taping his fists, already in his ring gear, his eyes burning with intensity. Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo stand nearby, offering support and motivation.]
Nicky Columbo:
“This is it, boss. Tonight’s the night we shut Victor Holland up for good.”
Junior Gambino:
“Yeah, after what he pulled the last few weeks? Guy’s got it coming.”
Joe Barone: (cracking his knuckles)
“Say the word, and we’ll be out there in a heartbeat, watching your back.”
[Moretti finishes taping up, stands, and looks each member in the eye. There’s a fire behind his words—controlled, but furious.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Listen up. I appreciate the loyalty—I do. But tonight? I don’t need backup. I don’t need distractions. I don’t need anything clouding the message I’m about to send.”
[The others exchange glances, slightly confused.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Victor Holland’s been a thorn in my side for far too long. He cost me momentum, he cost us matches… hell, he cost respect. But tonight, I end this. I put him down. I remind the world who the hell Anthony Moretti is.”
[He steps forward, his voice lowering to a simmering growl.]
Anthony Moretti:
“This is personal. And I don’t want excuses. No interference, no chaos. I want him to know—I did it myself. He’s walking into my ring, and I’m going to put him in the dirt all on my own.”
[The rest of Blood Money nod, backing off slightly as their leader slings a towel over his shoulder and heads for the door with cold determination.]
Joe Barone:
“Go handle your business, boss.”
Junior Gambino:
“Make him regret ever crossing Blood Money.”
[Moretti doesn’t look back as he exits the room, leaving the rest of Blood Money watching in silence, knowing full well that tonight, their leader is on a mission.]
[Fade to black.]
IPWA Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Katsuhiro Kaneda (c) vs. CJ Dreamer
Backstage
Action is Louder than Words
[The camera fades in to the backstage hallway of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The energy is palpable as the main event draws near. We see sVo Heavyweight Champion Carlos Vasquez – “The Miami Maverick” – standing in front of a mirror in his private dressing room, tightening his wrist tape with deliberate, methodical focus. The sVo Championship belt rests over a steel chair beside him, gleaming under the lights.]
[Suddenly, veteran interviewer Katie Smith approaches, microphone in hand, clearly eager for a comment.]
Katie Smith:
“Carlos, I was hoping to get a few words ahead of your title defense tonight against Kenneth D Williams—”
[Without turning to face her, Vasquez immediately holds up a hand, dismissively cutting her off mid-sentence.]
Carlos Vasquez: (coldly, without eye contact)
“Not tonight, Katie.”
[Katie hesitates, unsure whether to push for more, but Vasquez finally turns his head slightly to glance at her — the look in his eyes is all business, sharp and unwavering.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“You want a quote? Watch the main event. That ring is the only place I do my talking.”
[He returns his attention to the mirror, tightening his gloves. The message is clear — interview over. Katie backs off, understanding she’ll get nothing more out of the champion tonight.]
Katie Smith: (quietly to camera)
“Back to you guys at ringside.”
[Fade out as Vasquez grabs the championship belt, slings it over his shoulder, and takes one last look at himself in the mirror — the calm before the storm.]
Single Match
Anthony Moretti vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
Rising Star
Crowd Reaction: Loud cheers, mixed with shock and celebration
[The bell rings.]
DING DING DING!
[The crowd erupts as “The Natural” Victor Holland rises to his feet, his arm raised by the referee. Anthony Moretti lies slumped in the corner, clutching his ribs, eyes wide with disbelief.]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“HE DID IT! Victor Holland just pinned Anthony Moretti in the center of the ring – clean! What a statement win at Countdown to Violence!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Moretti was so confident going into this one. He didn’t even bring Blood Money to ringside tonight… and that just might’ve cost him!”
[Victor Holland paces around the ring, breathing heavily, soaking in the loud ovation from the Las Vegas crowd. He climbs the turnbuckle and pounds his chest, pointing out to the fans who have been behind him from day one.]
[The camera cuts to Anthony Moretti, still seated in the corner, wiping sweat from his brow, his expression slowly shifting from shock… to seething rage.]
[Holland drops down from the turnbuckle and mouths off toward Moretti.]
Victor Holland (off-mic, pointing):
“That’s one for every stunt you pulled, Tony! I told you—your time’s done!”
[Moretti pulls himself up using the ropes, staring daggers at Holland. The two lock eyes as the crowd buzzes with anticipation. But instead of charging, Moretti rolls under the bottom rope, clutching his jaw and shaking his head, muttering curses to himself.]
[Holland smirks as he watches Moretti retreat up the ramp, then turns to the fans and raises a fist in victory once again.]
Julian Fiasco:
“This might be the biggest win of Victor Holland’s sVo career to date, and it couldn’t have come at a better time!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And you better believe Anthony Moretti is going to be stewing over this for a long time!”
[The crowd continues to cheer as Victor Holland exits the ring, slapping hands with fans at ringside, leaving behind the bitter, beaten Blood Money leader.]
[Fade out.]
Backstage
Weak….
The dimly lit, opulent locker room is decorated with leather chairs and gold accents — a reflection of Blood Money’s mafia image. A flat screen TV is mounted on the wall, still showing the replay of Victor Holland celebrating his win over Anthony Moretti.
[The air is thick with tension.]
[Junior Gambino stands with his arms crossed, visibly fuming.]
Junior Gambino:
“You gotta be kidding me. He lost? After all that talk?”
[Nicky Columbo shakes his head, slumping back onto the couch, tossing a water bottle across the room in frustration.]
Nicky Columbo:
“I told him to let us come down with him. We had his back! But no — ‘I got this,’ he said. ‘I don’t need backup,’ he said. Now look.”
[Joe Barone, the silent enforcer of the group, stands still, jaw clenched, staring at the screen.]
Joe Barone (quietly):
“Holland made him look weak. That makes all of us look weak.”
[There’s a pause as they all watch the screen one more time — Holland with his hand raised, the crowd cheering.]
Gambino (spits on the ground):
“We gotta fix this. Fast. ‘Cause if word gets out that Blood Money ain’t untouchable anymore…”
[Before he can finish, the door swings open — BANG! — and in storms a furious Anthony Moretti, sweat still dripping from his face, hair matted from the match. He looks livid.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Not. A. Word.”
[The others fall silent immediately.]
Moretti (breathing heavily):
“He got lucky. That’s all. That punk got his little moment, but it ends there. I want Holland buried. You hear me?”
[Barone nods, stepping forward.]
Joe Barone:
“Then we finish it. All of us.”
[Moretti glares at the TV one more time, as the replay ends and a graphic for tonight’s main event comes up. He snarls, grabs a towel, and storms off deeper into the locker room.]
Moretti (off-screen):
“No more mistakes.”
[The camera lingers on the tense faces of the remaining Blood Money members, before fading to black.]
Backstage
Its Time
The camera fades in on Katie Smith standing with a microphone, the energy of the arena buzzing behind her. Next to her stands “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams, dressed in his ring gear, his trademark confidence visible — but so is the weight of the moment.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are just moments away from our main event here at Countdown to Violence — the sVo Heavyweight Championship on the line, as ‘The Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams challenges ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez. And right now, I’m joined by the challenger himself… Kenneth, you’ve waited a long time for this moment. How are you feeling?”
Kenneth D Williams (smirking slightly, focused):
“Katie… I’ve been chasing this opportunity for years. I’ve climbed every mountain, taken every hit, gotten back up every single time. And tonight? It’s not just another title shot. It’s the title shot. It’s my time.”
Katie Smith:
“Carlos Vasquez has dismissed your chances every step of the way — even saying you’re not in his league. Earlier tonight, he brushed off questions and refused to speak to me at all. What do you make of that?”
Kenneth D Williams (nods):
“Carlos can dodge interviews, he can puff his chest out, he can tell the world he’s on his own side… but the truth? He knows what’s coming. He knows I’m not just some flash in the pan. I’ve been grinding in that ring week after week. I’ve bled for this company. And tonight, I take what I’ve earned.”
[He steps closer to the camera, intensity rising in his voice.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Carlos — you’ve done whatever it takes to keep that title. But I’m about to show you what it takes to win it. Tonight, I become sVo Champion, and I’m going to do it the only way I know how — with heart, with fire, and with a highlight that this crowd will never forget!”
Katie Smith (smiling):
“Best of luck, Kenneth. It’s time.”
[Kenneth gives one final nod to the camera, then turns and walks off with purpose toward the gorilla position as the crowd can be heard roaring in anticipation. The camera lingers on Katie as she speaks.]
Katie Smith:
“That’s ‘The Human Highlight Reel’ — locked in, focused, and ready to make history. It’s main event time. Don’t go anywhere.”
[Camera fades to black as the main event graphic flashes across the screen.]
sVo Championship Match
Carlos Vasquez (c) vs. Kenneth D Williams
Ringside
You Deserve It
The bell has just rung. The crowd is on their feet. Emotion is thick in the air.
[DING DING DING!]
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“He did it! HE DID IT! KENNETH D WILLIAMS HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“After all the setbacks… all the years of grinding… ‘The Human Highlight Reel’ is finally the sVo Heavyweight Champion!”
[Inside the ring, Kenneth D Williams is on his knees, staring down at the sVo Championship belt that the referee has just placed in his hands. His eyes well with emotion as the crowd gives him a thunderous ovation.]
Crowd:
“YOU DESERVE IT! clap clap clapclapclap YOU DESERVE IT!”
[Williams slowly rises to his feet, holding the belt close to his chest. The camera zooms in on his face – a mixture of joy, relief, and disbelief.]
[Carlos Vasquez rolls out of the ring, dazed, clutching his jaw and glaring back toward the ring, clearly furious and stunned at the loss. He stumbles up the ramp, refusing help from officials.]
[In the ring, confetti begins to fall from the rafters as the fans continue cheering. Williams climbs each corner turnbuckle, holding the sVo Championship high in the air, basking in the roar of the fans in the Goodfellas Casino Arena.]
Julian Fiasco:
“This man gave everything to this sport, to this company… and tonight, he finally stands at the top of the mountain.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“It’s not just a victory, Julian… it’s a moment. A career defined.”
[Williams climbs down and kneels in the center of the ring, placing the title belt down before him and bowing his head toward it. A few members of the roster trickle out from the back — Jay Adder, CJ Dreamer, Dylan MacLeod — all applauding from the stage as a sign of respect.]
[The final shot of the night is Kenneth D Williams, standing tall in the center of the ring, raising the sVo Championship over his head with the fans chanting his name.]
Crowd:
“KEN-NETH! KEN-NETH!”
Julian Fiasco (softly, over the closing shot):
“Tonight, Las Vegas witnessed history. Kenneth D Williams — your new sVo World Heavyweight Champion.”
[Fade to black.]
[SVO COUNTDOWN TO VIOLENCE 2025 – OFF AIR]
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