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sVo Showdown 172
Live on the HOTv Network on PWA:TV
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
11th February 2024


The camera fades in, revealing the electrifying atmosphere of the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas. The arena is packed to the rafters with eager fans, their anticipation palpable as they await another thrilling edition of sVo Showdown. The stage is set, the tension is high, and the air crackles with excitement.

As the camera sweeps across the arena, capturing the sea of enthusiastic faces, the spotlight shifts to ringside where Julian Fiasco and Jermiah Sloan sit poised at the commentary table, ready to call the action.

Julian Fiasco: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 172! I’m Julian Fiasco alongside my esteemed colleague Jermiah Sloan, and tonight, we’ve got a lineup that promises to keep you on the edge of your seats!

Jermiah Sloan: That’s right, Julian! The sVo faithful are still reeling from the shocking attack on sVo Champion Night two weeks ago, and the burning question on everyone’s minds is: Who was behind it?

The camera cuts to shots of the fans, their fervor evident as they discuss the mystery swirling around the assailant’s identity.

Julian Fiasco: Indeed, Jermiah. The hunt for the culprit is at the forefront of tonight’s proceedings, but that’s not all we have in store for our loyal viewers. We’ve got explosive matches, fierce rivalries, and the kind of action that only the sVo can deliver!

Jermiah Sloan: Absolutely, Julian! From high-stakes championship clashes to bitter grudge matches, tonight promises to be nothing short of spectacular. And who knows? Maybe by the end of the night, we’ll finally have some answers about the attack on our champion.

The anticipation in the arena reaches a fever pitch as the fans eagerly await the start of the show, their excitement echoing through the hallowed halls of the Goodfellas Casino Arena.

Julian Fiasco: Well, folks, buckle up because the action is about to begin! Stay tuned as we dive headfirst into another unforgettable chapter of sVo history right here on Showdown 172!

With the stage set and the tension mounting, sVo Showdown 172 is primed to deliver an evening of pulse-pounding excitement and jaw-dropping surprises. The countdown to greatness has begun, and the sVo faithful are ready to witness it all unfold before their very eyes.



Backstage
Accusations

The camera fades in, revealing the dimly lit confines of Blood Money’s locker room. Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo are gathered, their expressions a mix of determination and suspicion. In walks sVo COO Amy Page, her demeanor stern and unwavering.

Amy Page: Gentlemen, I need to address a matter of utmost importance with you.

The members of Blood Money exchange glances, their interest piqued by Amy Page’s unexpected presence.

Anthony Moretti: What’s on your mind, Amy?

Amy Page: Two weeks ago, our sVo Champion Night was brutally attacked, and the identity of the assailant remains unknown. The evidence points to someone with a vested interest in seeing Night dethroned.

Moretti’s eyes narrow, his tone laced with defiance.

Anthony Moretti: And you think it was us? Blood Money?

Amy Page: Given your history with Night, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility. But let me be clear, I have no tolerance for such underhanded tactics.

Joe Barone: You’re barking up the wrong tree, Amy. We’ve got no reason to lay a finger on Night.

Junior Gambino: Yeah, we might not have seen eye-to-eye with Night, but we’re not criminals.

The group laugh.

Nicky Columbo: And if anyone had it out for Night, it was you, Amy. You never hid your disdain for him after that Rising Sun Pro Wrestling incident. You even sent Rick Reid after him…..

Page’s jaw clenches, her frustration palpable.

Amy Page: That’s enough, Nicky. This isn’t about me. It’s about finding out who’s responsible for the attack on our champion. And until we do, suspicions will linger.

Anthony Moretti: If you’re so concerned about Night’s well-being, then perhaps you should consider vacating the championship. And if you do, I assure you, I’ll be the first in line to claim it.

With that, Amy Page’s patience wears thin, her gaze hardening as she regards the defiant members of Blood Money. Without another word, she turns on her heel and exits the locker room, leaving behind a tense atmosphere and unresolved tensions.

As the door closes behind her, the members of Blood Money exchange knowing glances, their allegiance unshaken despite the accusations levelled against them. The mystery of Night’s attacker remains, casting a shadow over the sVo landscape.



Backstage
Wrong Opponent

Katie Smith stands ready with her microphone backstage, awaiting the arrival of the debuting Carlos Vasquez. Moments later, the Miami Maverick steps into view, his demeanor a mix of confidence and frustration.

Katie Smith: Carlos, tonight marks your debut in the sVo against Clam Idia. How are you feeling heading into your first match?

Carlos Vasquez: Katie, let me tell you, I’m feeling pumped and ready to make a statement in this ring tonight. The Miami Maverick doesn’t come to play games; I’m here to dominate.

Katie Smith: You’ve been vocal about wanting to face Alex Sterling, yet it seems he’s been elusive. How do you plan to address that?

Carlos Vasquez: Katie, I called out Sterling for a showdown, but what does he do? He ducks and dodges like a coward. I’m here to face the best, and if Sterling won’t step up, then he’s just proving he’s not worthy of sharing the ring with the Miami Maverick.

Katie Smith: Do you think Sterling is avoiding you out of fear?

Carlos Vasquez: Fear? Ha! More like he knows he can’t handle the heat I bring. But mark my words, Katie, I’m not one to be ignored or taken lightly. Sterling may think he can run, but eventually, he’ll have to face the music.

Katie Smith: Well, Carlos, best of luck in your debut match tonight against Clam Idia. Any final words for your opponent?

Carlos Vasquez: Clam Idia, tonight you step into the ring with the Miami Maverick, and trust me, it’s not going to be a walk on the beach. Get ready for a taste of what I bring to the table, because tonight, the spotlight’s on me.

With a determined nod, Carlos Vasquez heads off to prepare for his debut match, leaving Katie Smith to contemplate the intensity of his words. The stage is set for a showdown, and the Miami Maverick is ready to make his mark in the sVo.



Single Match
Carlos Vasquez vs. Clam Idia



Backstage
Not Impressed

In the backstage area, Carlos Vasquez is basking in the glow of his victory, a broad smile stretching across his face as he adjusts the straps of his gear. The jubilant atmosphere, however, is soon interrupted by the arrival of Alex Sterling, whose presence casts a shadow over Vasquez’s celebratory mood.

Carlos Vasquez: Hey, what’s up, Alex?

Vasquez’s tone is upbeat, but Sterling’s expression remains impassive, a stark contrast to the younger wrestler’s enthusiasm.

Alex Sterling: Carlos, I saw your match out there. Congratulations on the win.

The words are polite, but there’s an underlying tone of condescension in Sterling’s voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by Vasquez.

Carlos Vasquez: Thanks, man! It feels great to kick things off with a victory. Clam Idia put up a bit more fight than I expected, but you know how it is.

Vasquez tries to maintain his upbeat demeanor, but Sterling’s next words dampen the mood considerably.

Alex Sterling: Clam Idia, huh? Must’ve been quite the challenge. Took you longer than I thought to put away a guy like that.

Vasquez’s smile falters slightly at Sterling’s pointed remark, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance.

Carlos Vasquez: Yeah, well, every match has its surprises, right?

Attempting to brush off Sterling’s subtle jibe, Vasquez’s response earns him a skeptical look from the seasoned wrestler.

Alex Sterling: Surprises, sure. But let’s talk about tonight’s match. You know who I’m facing, right?

Vasquez’s brow furrows in confusion, uncertainty creeping into his features as he registers Sterling’s implication.

Carlos Vasquez: Uh, no, actually. Who’s your opponent tonight?

Alex Sterling: Oh, just a former sVo Champion contender. You might’ve heard of him. Goes by the name Johnny Dorn.

The revelation sends a ripple of realization through Vasquez, his expression shifting from confusion to a mixture of surprise and concern.

Carlos Vasquez: Johnny Dorn? That’s… that’s a big match, man.

Vasquez’s voice carries a note of apprehension, a stark contrast to his earlier confidence. Sterling’s lips curl into a sly smile, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Alex Sterling: Big match indeed. Who knows, one day you might get the big matches as well if you improve a little.

With those parting words, Sterling saunters off, leaving Vasquez red with rage.



Tag Team Match
BIG Trouble vs. Canadian Connection



Backstage
Going One Better

Katie Smith stands poised backstage, microphone in hand, ready to engage in conversation with the formidable Las Vegas Champion, JVD. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as JVD approaches, his championship glinting under the fluorescent lights.

Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the sVo Las Vegas Champion, JVD. JVD, thank you for taking the time to chat with us ahead of your match tonight.

JVD nods in acknowledgment, his gaze focused and determined, exuding an aura of confidence that befits a champion.

Katie Smith: JVD, last Friday on Proving Grounds, Alissia Young, your next contender, secured a win by defeating Reznikov. Did you catch her impressive victory?

JVD’s lips curl into a wry smile, a glint of intensity in his eyes as he responds to Katie’s inquiry.

JVD: Indeed, Katie. I witnessed Alissia Young’s triumph firsthand. She’s proven herself to be a formidable competitor, no doubt. But tonight, it’s a different story.

Smith’s brow arches in curiosity, prompting JVD to elaborate on his bold assertion.

Katie Smith: And what story might that be, JVD?

JVD: Tonight, I step into the ring with Carny Sinclair, a man who fancies himself a kingpin in this business. But in the sVo, titles aren’t handed out based on reputation; they’re earned through blood, sweat, and determination. And tonight, Carny Sinclair will learn firsthand what it means to face a true champion. Alissia might have beat Reznikov, but tonight I beat his boss!

JVD’s words resonate with conviction, his unwavering resolve a testament to his unwavering commitment to excellence.

Katie Smith: Strong words, JVD. Do you have any specific strategies in mind for tonight’s match?

JVD: Katie, in this business, adaptability is key. I’ve studied Carny Sinclair’s tactics, his strengths, and his weaknesses. Rest assured, I’m prepared for whatever he brings to the table. As the Las Vegas Champion, I don’t just defend this title; I embody its spirit. And tonight, in that ring, I’ll show everyone why I’m the undisputed king of Las Vegas.

With a steely gaze and a determined nod, JVD exudes an air of unwavering confidence, ready to confront whatever challenges lie ahead. As the interview concludes, anticipation mounts for the electrifying showdown set to unfold in the ring.



Non Title Match
JVD vs. Carny Sinclair



Backstage
Bigger Fish to Fry

Katie Smith, armed with questions and determination, strides purposefully into the locker room of Big Aug and BIG Trouble. The atmosphere crackles with tension as she prepares to delve into the heart of the matter.

Katie Smith: Gentlemen, I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time. There are some pressing matters I need to address.

Her voice is measured, yet there’s an undercurrent of urgency as she gazes at the imposing figures of Big Aug and BIG Trouble, her resolve unwavering.

Big Aug: Speak your mind, Katie. We ain’t got all day.

Big Aug’s voice booms through the room, his demeanor exuding authority and power. Beside him, the members of BIG Trouble stand stoically, their expressions a mask of determination.

Katie Smith: The sVo universe is reeling from the attack on Night, and speculation is running rampant. Can you gentlemen assure me that neither you nor any member of BIG Trouble were involved?

Smith’s question hangs in the air, her gaze unwavering as she awaits their response. Big Aug and BIG Trouble exchange a knowing glance before responding.

BIG Trouble: We ain’t got nothin’ to do with that mess, Katie. We got bigger fish to fry.

Their words carry an air of conviction, their denial firm and unwavering. Katie nods, though her skepticism remains evident as she transitions to her next inquiry.

Katie Smith: Fair enough. Now, onto tonight’s main event. Big Aug, you’re set to face off against Kenneth D Williams of Generation Joint. Any thoughts on the match?

Before Big Aug can respond, the tension in the room spikes as an unexpected interruption disrupts the conversation. A figure bursts through the door, breathless and urgent.

Unidentified Figure: Katie, you need to see this! Jay Adder, Gunner Lang, and Jacob Izaz of Generation Joint—they’ve been found unconscious backstage!

The news sends shockwaves through the room, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy in the air. Katie’s expression darkens, her mind racing as she grapples with the unfolding crisis.

As the realization sets in, the scene fades to black, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease and uncertainty in its wake.



Backstage
Time to Restore Order

In the dimly lit confines of the sVo backstage area, COO Amy Page sits at her desk, frustration etched into every line of her face. The recent string of attacks has left her on edge, her determination to maintain order tested with each passing incident.

Amy Page: (tightly) Rick, I don’t need to tell you that things are getting out of hand around here. Another attack, another unanswered question. It’s unacceptable.

Rick Reid, standing tall before her, nods solemnly, his expression mirroring her concern. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on both of them as they contemplate the chaos unfolding within the organization.

Rick Reid: I hear you, Amy. We can’t let this slide. It’s time to take a stand and show everyone that we mean business.

His words resonate with determination, a steely resolve shining through as he meets Amy’s gaze. She nods in agreement, her resolve hardening with each passing moment.

Amy Page: That’s exactly what I need from you, Rick. Tonight, you step out into that ring and make it crystal clear that we won’t tolerate any more disruptions. Lay down a marker, show them who’s in charge.

Her voice carries the weight of authority, her instructions clear and unwavering. Rick nods, his determination unwavering as he prepares to heed her call.

Rick Reid: Consider it done, Amy. They’ll know where we stand.

With a final nod of affirmation, Rick turns on his heel, his resolve unwavering as he strides purposefully out of the office. Amy watches him go, a glimmer of hope flickering amidst the chaos, her faith in his ability to restore order unwavering.

As the door swings shut behind him, the scene fades to black, leaving Amy alone with her thoughts and the weight of responsibility pressing down upon her shoulders.



Single Match
Rick Reid vs. Dallas Jordan



Backstage
Ready for Revenge

In the tense aftermath of the brutal assault on Generation Joint, Kenneth D Williams stands amidst the chaotic scene, his eyes ablaze with fury and determination. Ambulances wail in the background as his friends, Jay Adder, Jacob Izaz, and Gunner Lang, are loaded into the vehicles, their bodies battered and bruised from the vicious attack.

Kenneth D Williams: (clenched fists, seething with anger) Big Aug… BIG Trouble… You think you can just take out my brothers and walk away? Not a chance in hell!

His voice reverberates with intensity, echoing through the corridors of the backstage area as he vows vengeance against those responsible for the heinous assault. The weight of his friends’ injuries fuels his rage, igniting a fire within him that refuses to be extinguished.

Kenneth D Williams: (eyes flashing with determination) You want a war? You got it. But mark my words, I won’t rest until I’ve hunted you down and made you pay for what you’ve done. This… this is far from over.

His words hang heavy in the air, a solemn vow of retribution as he watches the ambulances pull away, his resolve unyielding in the face of adversity. With a steely gaze, he turns and marches off into the shadows, his quest for justice driving him forward into the unknown.

As the scene fades to black, the echoes of his determination linger, a harbinger of the storm to come in the tumultuous world of the sVo.



Backstage
False Flag?

In the dimly lit confines of the locker room, the members of Blood Money gather, their expressions reflecting a mixture of frustration and apprehension. Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo sit in somber silence, their minds consumed by the looming specter of Johnny All Star and the relentless turmoil that surrounds them.

Anthony Moretti: (voice laced with frustration) This madness needs to end, fellas. We can’t keep dancing to All Star’s tune. Time for someone to step up and be the one to face him at the PPV.

His words hang heavy in the air, a solemn reminder of the turbulent times they face as a group. The weight of their collective burden bears down upon them, casting a pall over the room as they grapple with the uncertainty of their future.

Nicky Columbo: (eyes narrowed with suspicion) Wait, You think All Star had a hand in the attack on Night?

The question hangs in the air, a provocative notion that stirs the embers of doubt within the group. The possibility lingers, casting a shadow of doubt over their already strained alliances.

Joe Barone: (jaw clenched with resolve) Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s always been one to stir the pot, make us look like the bad guys.

His words resonate with a bitter truth, a harsh reminder of the relentless vendetta that All Star has waged against them. The scars of their past transgressions run deep, leaving them vulnerable to the whims of their adversaries.

Junior Gambino: (voice tinged with defiance) Then let him come. We ain’t backing down from no one, especially not that punk.

His words echo with a defiant resolve, a testament to the indomitable spirit that courses through the veins of Blood Money. Despite the trials and tribulations that await them, they stand united in their defiance, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way, although non of them seem to be the one to face All Star.



Backstage
Don’t Hand It Out

The office of COO Amy Page exudes an air of authority, with sleek furnishings and the aura of decision-making that permeates the room. As Amy Page sits behind her desk, engrossed in the day’s tasks, the door creaks open, and Johnny All Star strides in with an air of urgency.

Amy Page: (raising an eyebrow) Johnny, to what do I owe the pleasure?

She gestures for him to take a seat, her tone laced with a hint of curiosity as she regards the determined expression etched upon his features.

Johnny All Star: (adamant) Amy, we gotta talk. You can’t let Moretti get his grubby hands on that title if Night’s outta commission.

His words cut through the air like a knife, punctuating the tense atmosphere that hangs between them. Amy’s gaze remains steady, unwavering in the face of All Star’s impassioned plea.

Amy Page: (calmly) Johnny, I appreciate your concern, but you know as well as I do that decisions regarding the championship aren’t made lightly around here.

Her voice carries a note of authority, a reminder of her unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. She leans forward, her gaze piercing as she meets All Star’s eyes with unwavering determination.

Amy Page: However, I understand your apprehension. That’s why I’ve decided to address the situation head-on. Next week, there will be a match to determine a new #1 contender for the sVo Championship. And if Night can’t compete by the PPV, then the winner of that match will become the Champion by default.

Her words hang in the air, a decisive proclamation that resonates with the weight of authority. All Star’s expression softens, a glimmer of relief flickering behind his steely exterior as he absorbs her words.

Johnny All Star: (nodding in approval) That’s all I needed to hear, Amy. Thanks for listening.

With a determined nod, All Star rises from his seat, his resolve bolstered by the assurance of a fair opportunity in the tumultuous world of the sVo. Amy watches him go, her expression a mask of contemplation as she prepares to navigate the turbulent waters that lie ahead.



Single Match
Johnny Dorn vs. Alex Sterling



Ringside
No Escape

The air crackles with tension as Johnny Dorn stands victorious in the ring, his hard-fought triumph over Alex Sterling still fresh in the minds of the electrified audience. Cheers reverberate throughout the arena, celebrating Dorn’s resilience and tenacity.

As Dorn catches his breath, basking in the glow of victory, a sudden hush falls over the crowd, a prelude to the impending chaos about to unfold. The lights dim, casting an eerie shadow over the ring, signaling the arrival of an unexpected foe.

Suddenly, Trailer Trash Terry emerges from the darkness, his twisted grin a harbinger of impending danger. The audience’s cheers turn to gasps of shock and concern as Terry lunges forward, his eyes ablaze with malice.

Julian Fiasco: Oh, no! It looks like trouble’s brewing, folks!

Jermiah Sloan: Trailer Trash Terry’s got that look in his eyes again. This can’t be good for Johnny Dorn!

With lightning speed, Trailer Trash Terry barrels toward Johnny Dorn, his fists clenched in fury. Dorn, caught off guard by the sudden assault, barely has time to react before Terry’s onslaught begins.

Blows rain down upon Dorn like a torrential storm, each strike fueled by Terry’s unbridled rage. The audience watches in stunned silence, helpless witnesses to the savage spectacle unfolding before them.

Julian Fiasco: This is despicable! Trailer Trash Terry is relentless in his attack on Johnny Dorn!

Jermiah Sloan: Dorn’s defenseless against this onslaught! Somebody needs to put a stop to this!

Referees rush into the ring, desperately attempting to intervene and pry Trailer Trash Terry away from his defenseless victim. Yet Terry, consumed by his fury, shows no signs of relenting, his assault escalating with each passing moment.

Despite the chaos erupting around him, Johnny Dorn lies battered and bruised, a testament to the brutality of Trailer Trash Terry’s onslaught. The audience watches on in horror, praying for an end to the senseless violence.

As the chaos unfolds, the scene fades to black, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease and uncertainty. The aftermath of Trailer Trash Terry’s vicious assault reverberates throughout the arena, a stark reminder of the perilous world that awaits those who dare to step foot inside the squared circle.



Backstage
The Step Up

In the bustling corridors of the backstage area, tensions simmer as Carlos Vasquez and Alex Sterling cross paths once more. The air crackles with palpable animosity, each man brimming with a potent mixture of frustration and defiance.

Carlos Vasquez: Well, well, well, look who it is. The big shot himself, Alex Sterling, stepping up to the plate against Johnny Dorn. How’d that work out for you?

Carlos Vasquez’s words drip with sarcasm, his tone cutting through the air like a razor. He fixes Sterling with a challenging glare, daring him to respond.

Alex Sterling: (gritting his teeth) Spare me the lecture, Vasquez. At least I had the guts to step into the ring with Dorn. Can’t say the same for you, can we?

Alex Sterling’s retort is laced with bitterness, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He meets Vasquez’s gaze with an intensity of his own, refusing to back down in the face of provocation.

Carlos Vasquez: (smirking) You talk a big game for someone who couldn’t back it up in the ring. Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are, Sterling.

Carlos Vasquez’s smirk widens into a taunting grin, his words a calculated jab at Sterling’s ego. The tension between them reaches a boiling point, the air thick with anticipation of the impending clash.

With a sudden surge of defiance, Carlos Vasquez shoves Alex Sterling, his actions a blatant challenge to the seasoned competitor. Sterling, his jaw clenched in determination, meets Vasquez’s aggression head-on, refusing to yield an inch.

The backstage area crackles with energy as the confrontation unfolds, each man locked in a battle of wills, unwilling to concede defeat. The echoes of their clash reverberate through the corridors, a testament to the fierce rivalry that simmers between them.

As the tension mounts to a fever pitch, the scene fades to black, leaving behind a lingering sense of anticipation for the inevitable showdown between Carlos Vasquez and Alex Sterling.



Backstage
Backs Against the Wall

The backstage area buzzes with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of anticipation and the electric energy that courses through the veins of those preparing for battle. In one corner of the dimly lit corridor, Kenneth D Williams, the epitome of focus and determination, goes through his pre-match warm-up routine.

As the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway, Williams looks up to see Johnny All Star approaching, his presence commanding attention amidst the pre-match chaos.

Johnny All Star: Hey, Kenneth. Got a minute?

Williams, pausing mid-stretch, turns to face All Star, his expression a blend of curiosity and guarded anticipation.

Kenneth D Williams: Sure, what’s on your mind, Johnny?

All Star, his demeanor serious yet resolute, locks eyes with Williams, his words carrying the weight of unwavering loyalty.

Johnny All Star: I just wanted to swing by and let you know that I appreciate Gunner stepping up for me last week. You got a big match tonight, and I’ve got your back if things get hairy out there with Big Trouble or Blood Money.

The sincerity in All Star’s voice resonates with genuine appreciation, a testament to the unbreakable bond that exists between them in the tumultuous world of the sVo. Williams nods, a flicker of gratitude dancing in his eyes as he absorbs All Star’s words.

Kenneth D Williams: Thanks, Johnny. Means a lot. But you know me, I’m ready for whatever they throw at us tonight.

With a firm nod of acknowledgment, Williams returns to his warm-up routine, his focus unwavering as he prepares to step into the ring against the formidable Big Aug. All Star watches him go, a silent promise echoing in the air as the echoes of their conversation fade into the bustling chaos of the backstage arena.



Single Match
Big Aug vs. Kenneth D Williams



Backstage
Friendly Fire?

Kenneth D Williams stands tall in the center of the ring, his victory over Big Aug a testament to his skill and determination. The crowd roars with approval, their cheers echoing through the arena as Williams basks in the glow of his hard-fought triumph.

As Williams raises his arms in victory, a sudden shift in the atmosphere sends ripples of tension coursing through the arena. The unmistakable presence of Big Aug and Big Trouble emerges, their menacing figures casting long shadows across the canvas as they encroach upon Williams.

The cheers turn to gasps of concern as the two giants close in on Williams, their intentions clear as day. The air crackles with anticipation, the audience holding its collective breath as the impending showdown unfolds.

Suddenly, a burst of energy ignites the arena as Johnny All Star charges down the ramp, a steel chair gripped tightly in his hands. The crowd erupts in a deafening roar of approval, their hopes soaring as All Star rushes to Williams’ aid.

With lightning speed, All Star swings the chair, aiming to thwart the looming threat of Big Aug and Big Trouble. But in the chaos of the moment, fate intervenes with a cruel twist.

As the steel chair connects with its intended target, a collective gasp fills the arena. The impact strikes true, but not against the intended foe. Instead, the blow lands squarely on Kenneth D Williams, sending shockwaves rippling through the crowd.

Pandemonium ensues as the realization dawns on All Star, his eyes widening in horror at the unintended consequences of his actions. Williams crumples to the canvas, the victim of an unfortunate twist of fate.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, the once jubilant celebration transforms into a scene of anguish and uncertainty. The cheers of victory fade into an uneasy silence as the consequences of the ill-fated strike reverberate throughout the arena, leaving a palpable sense of disbelief in its wake.


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