sVo Proving Grounds 47
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
9th August 2024
[The anticipation reaches its peak as the video package concludes, highlighting the ‘Proving Grounds’ logo. The scene transitions to an exterior shot of the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena, nestled in the vibrant heart of the Las Vegas strip. The camera then seamlessly shifts to a live view inside the arena, capturing the electric atmosphere. The sold-out crowd is a sea of energy, with fans passionately on their feet, screaming and waving homemade signs in hopes of catching a glimpse on camera.
The camera skillfully maneuvers through the enthusiastic audience, showcasing the diverse array of signs and the palpable excitement that permeates the arena. Finally, attention shifts to the commentary table, where the dynamic duo of Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan eagerly await the start of the action. Their welcoming smiles reflect the enthusiasm of the night ahead.
With the fans as their backdrop, Julian and Jeremiah extend a warm greeting to the viewers tuned in to the HOTv network. The broadcast kicks off with the seasoned commentators breaking down the anticipated matches and moments slated for tonight’s show. The stage is set, and the Goodfellas Casino Arena is primed for an unforgettable evening of sVo Proving Grounds!]
Single Match
Jupiter James vs. Dallas Jordan
Backstage
Confident Bully
[The scene opens backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where Katie Smith is standing by with a microphone in hand. The sVo Proving Grounds logo is prominently displayed on the wall behind her. She has a professional yet eager expression as she looks into the camera.]
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the reigning sVo Roulette Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino!
[The camera pans slightly to reveal Danny Domino stepping into the frame, the Roulette Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed in his ring gear, an arrogant smirk on his face as he adjusts the title on his shoulder, making sure it catches the light just right. The crowd’s reaction can be heard faintly in the background, a mix of boos and scattered cheers for the brash champion.]
Katie Smith: Danny, tonight in our main event, you’re set to defend your Roulette Championship against Dylan Macleod. What are your thoughts heading into this match?
[Danny Domino chuckles, his confidence oozing as he leans in closer to the microphone.]
Danny Domino: You know, Katie, I couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out tonight. I mean, when that roulette wheel spun and landed on Dylan Macleod, I actually laughed. I mean, come on, Dylan Macleod? [He scoffs.] This guy?
[Domino taps the Roulette Championship on his shoulder with his free hand, his grin widening.]
Danny Domino: I’ve been running through everyone they’ve put in front of me, collecting wins like I’m on a shopping spree. And tonight, I get to add Dylan Macleod to that list. He’s just another stepping stone on my path to greatness, another victim in my journey to racking up ten title defenses.
[Katie Smith looks intrigued as she follows up.]
Katie Smith: You mentioned your goal of reaching ten title defenses. Do you see this match as just another easy victory on your way to a shot at the sVo Championship?
[Domino’s expression hardens slightly, his eyes narrowing as he addresses the question.]
Danny Domino: Exactly, Katie. This title here? [He pats the Roulette Championship again.] It’s just the beginning. I’m not here to play nice or make friends. I’m here to make history. Once I hit those ten defenses, the sVo Championship is next on my list. And believe me, I’ll get there sooner than anyone expects.
Dylan Macleod might think he’s got a shot, but he’s stepping into my ring tonight. And when I’m done with him, he’ll be just another name on a long list of people who’ve tried and failed to take this title from me.
[Danny Domino flashes a smug grin, exuding confidence as he steps back slightly, looking directly into the camera.]
Danny Domino: So, Dylan, if you’re listening, I hope you’re ready for the fight of your life. But make no mistake—this title isn’t going anywhere. I’m going to bulldoze right through you, just like I’ve done to everyone else. Because that sVo Championship? It’s mine. And there’s nothing you, or anyone else, can do to stop me.
[Katie Smith nods, clearly impressed by Domino’s confidence, though remaining professional.]
Katie Smith: Thank you for your time, Danny. Best of luck in your match tonight.
[Domino smirks at the mention of luck, as if the very idea is laughable to him. He adjusts his championship one last time before walking out of frame, leaving Katie Smith to wrap up the segment.]
Katie Smith: There you have it, folks. ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, confident as ever heading into tonight’s main event. Will Dylan Macleod be able to upset the champion, or will Domino continue his dominant run? We’ll find out tonight!
[The camera zooms in on Katie Smith as she smiles into the camera before the scene fades to black, transitioning to the next segment of the show.]
Tag Team Match
The Dogs of War vs. The Malones
Backstage
Washed Up
[The scene opens in a quiet corner of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Ricky Johnson, dressed in his ring gear, is warming up for his upcoming match against Ali Young. He’s focused, stretching and shadowboxing, preparing himself mentally and physically. The camera pans out to show the locker room around him, empty except for him, giving a sense of calm before the storm.]
[Suddenly, the door to the locker room swings open, and in walks Jupiter James, fresh off her victory earlier in the evening. She’s still in her ring gear, a confident smirk on her face as she approaches Ricky. The contrast between her self-assured demeanor and Ricky’s focused intensity is palpable.]
Jupiter James: [In a tone dripping with smugness.] Well, well, well… look who’s getting ready for the big match.
[Ricky Johnson pauses his warm-up, giving her a cautious glance. He straightens up, clearly not thrilled by the interruption, but polite enough to hear her out.]
Ricky Johnson: Jupiter. What do you want?
[Jupiter James circles Ricky like a predator assessing its prey, her smirk never fading.]
Jupiter James: I saw you out here getting ready, and I couldn’t help but think… you’ve got a tough one tonight. Ali Young isn’t exactly a pushover, you know? [She crosses her arms, leaning in slightly closer.] But, hey, I’m someone who knows a thing or two about beating her. Maybe you could use a few pointers.
[Ricky narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious of Jupiter’s motives.]
Ricky Johnson: And you’re just offering advice out of the goodness of your heart, huh?
[Jupiter laughs, a light, dismissive chuckle as she shakes her head.]
Jupiter James: Oh, come on, Ricky. Don’t be so naive. Let’s be real—you want to win, don’t you? If you keep listening to that washed-up has-been CJ Dreamer, you’re just setting yourself up for another loss. [She tilts her head, her voice dropping to a mockingly conspiratorial tone.] You’ve seen how Dreamer’s ‘guidance’ has been working out for you lately, haven’t you?
[Ricky tenses, clearly not appreciating the jab at his mentor and tag team partner. He takes a step closer to Jupiter, his voice firm but controlled.]
Ricky Johnson: CJ Dreamer has done more in this business than you ever will, Jupiter. I’m not about to turn my back on someone who’s been there for me just because you think you know better. I’ll take my chances with Ali Young on my own terms.
[Jupiter’s smirk fades slightly, her eyes narrowing as she realizes her offer has been rejected. She straightens up, shrugging as if to brush off his response.]
Jupiter James: Suit yourself, Ricky. But don’t say I didn’t try to help when you’re picking yourself up off the mat later tonight. [She turns to leave, but pauses at the door, throwing one last look over her shoulder.] You’ll see soon enough who’s really holding you back.
[With that, Jupiter James exits the locker room, leaving Ricky alone once again. He takes a deep breath, refocusing himself, but the tension from the encounter lingers in the air. He resumes his warm-up, but it’s clear that Jupiter’s words have left an impression.]
[The camera zooms in on Ricky’s determined expression as he silently goes back to his preparations, the scene fading out as he readies himself for the challenge ahead.]
Single Match
Bronson Martinez vs. Noah Rogan
Backstage
Spinning the Wheel
[The scene opens backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the always-professional Katie Smith is standing by, microphone in hand. Standing next to her is Dylan MacLeod, the young fan-favorite who’s set to challenge for the sVo Roulette Championship in the main event tonight. Dylan, dressed in his ring gear, exudes a calm confidence as he nods in acknowledgment to the camera.]
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Dylan MacLeod! Dylan, tonight is a huge opportunity for you as you go one-on-one with ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino for the sVo Roulette Championship. How are you feeling heading into such a big match?
[Dylan smiles at Katie’s question, his eyes full of determination.]
Dylan MacLeod: Katie, I feel ready. I know what’s at stake tonight, and I know that Danny Domino is no pushover. He’s been on a tear lately, but I’ve been working my way up, fighting every step of the way. This is my chance to prove that I’m not just another name on the roster—I’m someone who can hold gold in the sVo.
[Before Dylan can continue, the atmosphere changes as a group of figures walks into the frame. It’s the Canadian Connection—Ali Young, Puck, Scott Cole, and Jake Hughes. They form a loose circle around Dylan, their expressions smug and intimidating. Katie looks visibly uncomfortable as the tension in the air thickens.]
Ali Young: [With a sneer.] Look who it is, boys—the wannabe champion.
[Dylan’s demeanor shifts slightly, his muscles tensing as he prepares for whatever might come next. He doesn’t back down, though, holding his ground as he looks each member of the Canadian Connection in the eye.]
Puck: [Stepping closer, his voice dripping with disdain.] You really think you’ve got a chance tonight, MacLeod? You’re just a loser who got lucky to even be in this match. But let’s face it—you’re never gonna win anything while we’re around.
[Scott Cole and Jake Hughes chuckle darkly, feeding off Puck’s words. The group’s confidence is palpable, their eyes locked on Dylan, trying to get into his head. Dylan, however, refuses to flinch, his face a mask of resolve.]
Scott Cole: You might’ve gotten this far, but tonight, you’re stepping into our territory. And we don’t let losers like you walk out with anything.
[Katie Smith, sensing the escalating tension, tries to regain control of the situation.]
Katie Smith: Gentlemen, please, this is supposed to be an interview—
Jake Hughes: [Cutting her off, ignoring her entirely.] The truth is, MacLeod, you don’t belong here. And after tonight, everyone’s gonna see that you’re just another footnote in the Canadian Connection’s path to domination.
[Dylan finally speaks up, his voice calm but firm, not letting the intimidation get to him.]
Dylan MacLeod: You guys can try to scare me all you want, but I’m not backing down. I’ve fought too hard to get here, and I’m not about to let a bunch of bullies stop me. Tonight, I’m going out there to win that Roulette Championship, and no amount of cheap talk is gonna change that.
[Ali Young narrows his eyes, clearly displeased with Dylan’s defiance. He steps even closer, getting right in Dylan’s face.]
Ali Young: Big words, kid. Let’s see if you’re still talking after Domino beats you down tonight.
[The Canadian Connection exchange smirks, clearly confident in their ability to rattle Dylan. But Dylan remains unshaken, staring them down with unyielding determination.]
Katie Smith: [Trying to diffuse the situation once more.] Thank you, Dylan. Good luck in your match tonight.
[Dylan nods at Katie before turning his attention back to the Canadian Connection, his eyes narrowing.]
Dylan MacLeod: You can all stand here and try to make me doubt myself, but the only thing that’s going to matter is what happens in that ring. And tonight, you’re all going to see what I’m really made of.
[With that, Dylan brushes past the Canadian Connection, not giving them the satisfaction of a response as he heads off down the hallway towards his match. The Canadian Connection watches him go, their smirks fading slightly as they realize their intimidation tactics didn’t work as planned.]
[Katie Smith, regaining her composure, brings the segment to a close.]
Katie Smith: [To the camera, a hint of concern in her voice.] Well, there you have it, folks. Dylan MacLeod may have a tough road ahead tonight, but he’s not backing down from the challenge—or the Canadian Connection. Stay tuned to see if he can capture the Roulette Championship in our main event!
[The scene fades out as the Canadian Connection exchanges dark glances, their earlier confidence tempered by the realization that Dylan MacLeod might be more of a threat than they initially thought.]
Single Match
Ali Young vs. Ricky Johnson
Backstage
Told You So
[The scene opens backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, with Ricky Johnson walking down the hallway, still in his ring gear and looking visibly frustrated. His head is slightly lowered, his movements sluggish—clearly affected by his recent loss to Ali Young. The echoes of the crowd’s reaction can still be faintly heard in the background.]
[As Ricky trudges along, CJ Dreamer, his mentor and seasoned veteran, catches up to him. CJ places a reassuring hand on Ricky’s shoulder, slowing him down. His expression is one of concern but also encouragement, trying to lift the young rookie’s spirits.]
CJ Dreamer: Hey, Ricky. I know tonight didn’t go how you wanted, but don’t let it get to you, man. Losses happen to everyone—even the best. The important thing is how you bounce back from them. You’ve got a ton of potential, and I believe in you.
[Ricky looks up at CJ, clearly appreciative of the support, but his frustration is still evident.]
Ricky Johnson: [Sighing.] Thanks, CJ. I just… I felt like I was ready, you know? But it’s like every time I get close, I just can’t seem to pull it off.
[CJ offers a small smile, trying to keep Ricky focused on the bigger picture.]
CJ Dreamer: It’s all part of the journey, Ricky. Nobody gets to the top without stumbling a few times along the way. You’ve got heart, and that’s something you can’t teach. Just keep your head up and keep learning. The wins will come.
[Before Ricky can respond, the mood changes as the sound of high heels clicking on the floor catches their attention. Jupiter James, who had defeated Dallas Jordan earlier in the night, struts into the scene. Her smirk is unmistakable, dripping with arrogance as she approaches the pair.]
Jupiter James: [With a mocking tone.] Well, well, well… what do we have here? Another loss for the “great” Ricky Johnson. Didn’t I tell you? Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about ignoring good advice.
[Ricky’s frustration deepens as he clenches his fists, his head dropping slightly as Jupiter’s words hit their mark. CJ Dreamer, still not fully aware of the context, steps forward, his protective instincts kicking in.]
CJ Dreamer: [Firmly.] What’s your deal, Jupiter? The kid’s had a rough night—no need to kick him while he’s down.
[Jupiter merely laughs, completely unfazed by CJ’s words. Her eyes remain locked on Ricky, relishing in his defeat.]
Jupiter James: [Mockingly.] Oh, come on, CJ. I’m just trying to help the kid out. He could learn a thing or two from someone who actually knows how to win around here. But if he wants to keep listening to “washed-up has-beens,” that’s his choice.
[She emphasizes the last words, making sure CJ feels the sting as well. Ricky finally lifts his head, glaring at Jupiter but saying nothing. The hurt is clear, and it’s obvious her words are getting to him. Jupiter, seeing the effect she’s having, chuckles to herself and then turns to walk away, but not before delivering one last parting shot.]
Jupiter James: [Over her shoulder, with a smirk.] Better luck next time, Ricky—if there even is a next time.
[With that, she strides off down the hallway, leaving Ricky and CJ standing there. Ricky shakes his head, the frustration evident on his face, while CJ watches Jupiter go, clearly irritated by her attitude. He then turns back to Ricky, genuinely confused.]
CJ Dreamer: [Gently, still puzzled.] What was that all about, Ricky? You know you’ve got what it takes, right?
[Ricky takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the negativity that’s been building up. He looks at CJ, managing a weak smile, though it’s clear his confidence has taken a hit.]
Ricky Johnson: [Softly.] Yeah, CJ… I know. I’ll keep at it.
[CJ nods, though he’s still concerned. He pats Ricky on the back, offering one last piece of advice.]
CJ Dreamer: Just remember, Ricky—don’t let anyone get in your head. You’ve got potential, and you’re only just getting started. Don’t let a loss—or her—make you doubt that.
[Ricky nods again, though the doubt still lingers in his eyes as he and CJ continue down the hallway. The scene fades out, leaving the sense that Ricky Johnson is facing more than just opponents in the ring—he’s battling his own self-doubt as well.]
sVo Jackpot PPV
25th August 2024
Live from the Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas
sVo Roulette Championship Match
Danny Domino (c) vs. Dylan MacLeod
Ringside
All About the Bully
[The camera fades back into the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the crowd’s boos echo throughout the venue. The scene in the ring is one of utter disappointment for the fans, as Dylan Macleod, battered and beaten, struggles to pull himself up from the mat. Standing tall above him is none other than ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, holding the sVo Roulette Championship high above his head with a smug grin on his face.]
[Domino, still dripping with sweat from the hard-fought match, takes his time to relish in the moment. The jeers from the crowd only seem to fuel his arrogance as he parades around the ring, flaunting the title belt like a prized trophy. He gestures mockingly to the fans, raising the belt even higher as they continue to shower him with disdain.]
[Dylan Macleod, who had come close but couldn’t get the job done, sits in the corner of the ring, clearly disheartened. His mind had been elsewhere—haunted by the Canadian Connection’s threats throughout the match—and now, it had cost him dearly. The look of frustration on his face is clear as he watches Domino soak in the moment of victory.]
[Domino, sensing the crowd’s increasing hostility, steps up onto the turnbuckle, raising the belt above his head once more. He shouts over the boos, his voice dripping with arrogance.]
Danny Domino: [Smirking, yelling to the crowd.] You see this?! This is what a real champion looks like! You can boo all you want, but this title isn’t going anywhere! I told you all—nobody’s stopping ‘The Bully!’ Not Dylan Macleod, not anyone!
[The crowd’s boos only intensify, but Domino merely laughs them off. He hops down from the turnbuckle and stands over Macleod, who is still seated in the corner, trying to catch his breath. Domino leans in close, making sure Dylan hears his taunting words clearly.]
Danny Domino: [Sneering.] Better luck next time, kid… if you can even keep your head straight.
[The smug champion takes a step back, lifting the Roulette Championship once again as he walks to the center of the ring. The fans’ disapproval is deafening now, but Domino remains unfazed, reveling in his dominance. The camera pans to show the arena’s reaction, with signs of support for Macleod, but ultimately, the overwhelming boos directed at Domino fill the air.]
[As the show begins to wind down, Domino makes one final lap around the ring, taking in the hatred from the fans as if it were applause. The camera zooms in on his face, showing the satisfaction in his eyes before cutting to a shot of Dylan Macleod, who is finally starting to pull himself to his feet, his face a mixture of pain and disappointment.]
[The show closes with a wide shot of the arena, the fans still booing loudly as Domino stands tall in the ring, the Roulette Championship gleaming under the arena lights. With the sVo logo appearing in the corner of the screen, the scene slowly fades to black, leaving the image of a victorious yet despised champion as the final note of the night.]
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