sVo Showdown 176
Live on the HOTv Network on PWA:TV
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
17th March 2024
[The pulsating sounds of the Goodfellas Casino Arena fill the air as the camera pans across the electrified crowd, eagerly awaiting another thrilling edition of sVo Showdown. Julian Fiasco and Jermiah Sloan sit poised at the commentary desk, ready to guide fans through all the action.]
Julian Fiasco: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the heart of Las Vegas, where the stars of the sVo are set to shine once again!
Jermiah Sloan: That’s right, Julian. We’re coming to you live from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena, where tensions are running high following last week’s shocking turn of events.
Julian Fiasco: Indeed, Jermiah. The sVo faithful are still reeling from the jaw-dropping betrayal witnessed last week, as Night was viciously assaulted by his own brother, Nightmare. The fallout from that shocking incident is sure to be felt throughout tonight’s proceedings.
Jermiah Sloan: Absolutely, Julian. The question on everyone’s mind tonight is simple: What drove Nightmare to betray his own flesh and blood, and whose side is he truly on?
Julian Fiasco: And let’s not forget the former sVo Champion Anthony Moretti, who capitalized on the chaos to retain his title. With Moretti still firmly entrenched at the top of the mountain, the rest of the sVo roster will be looking to make a statement tonight.
Jermiah Sloan: It’s sure to be a night filled with intrigue, excitement, and maybe even a few surprises. So sit tight, folks, because the action is about to kick off here on sVo Showdown!
Ringside
Anything you Can Do
[The arena darkens, anticipation building as the crowd waits for the arrival of Blood Money. Suddenly, the pulsating rhythm of “Gangsta’s Paradise” echoes throughout the venue, signaling the entrance of sVo Champion Anthony Moretti, flanked by his cohorts Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo. The quartet strides confidently down the ramp, exuding an aura of dominance.]
Julian Fiasco: And here comes the sVo Champion, Anthony Moretti, along with his formidable entourage, collectively known as Blood Money!
Jermiah Sloan: Love them or hate them, there’s no denying the impact Blood Money has had on the sVo landscape since their inception.
[Moretti climbs into the ring, a smug smirk adorning his face as he raises the microphone to his lips, soaking in the chorus of boos from the crowd.]
Anthony Moretti: Ah, listen to that, fellas! The sweet sound of jealousy and bitterness. You see, each and every one of you have been quick to point fingers and accuse Blood Money of orchestrating the attack on Night. But let me set the record straight right now: it wasn’t us.
[The crowd responds with derision, prompting Moretti to raise a hand for silence.]
Anthony Moretti: Oh, I know, I know. It’s hard to fathom, isn’t it? That perhaps the real villain has been lurking in the shadows all along. But rest assured, Night’s brother Nightmare showed his true colors last week, and now we’re left to pick up the pieces.
[Moretti’s gaze hardens, his tone turning serious as he shifts his focus to the sVo Championship draped over his shoulder.]
Anthony Moretti: But enough about family drama. Tonight, I stand before you as your sVo Champion, a title I’ve earned through blood, sweat, and tears. And unlike that Las Vegas chump JVD, I don’t need fancy stipulations to prove my worth. No, starting from next week, I’ll defend this championship every single week, against any opponent brave enough to step up to the plate.
[The crowd erupts into a cacophony of boos, but Moretti simply smirks, reveling in the disdain directed his way.]
Anthony Moretti: So, to all the doubters and naysayers out there, I’ve got a simple message: Get used to it. Because Blood Money isn’t going anywhere, and neither is this championship!
[With a defiant sneer, Moretti drops the microphone, his cohorts flanking him as they bask in the chorus of boos echoing throughout the arena.]
Backstage
Tonight it Ends
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here backstage with the one and only Big Aug, and Big Aug, tonight you’re stepping into the ring with a lot to prove. How are you feeling ahead of your match?
Big Aug: Katie, tonight’s the night. It’s been a rough patch for me lately, but tonight, that all changes. I’ve been on a bit of a losing streak, but mark my words, that streak ends right here, right now.
Katie Smith: You sound confident, Big Aug. What’s different about tonight that makes you so sure you’ll turn things around?
Big Aug: It’s simple, Katie. I’ve been down, but I’m not out. I’ve been putting in the work, day in and day out, and tonight, I’m going to show the world why they used to call me the Romanian Rampage. I’ve got the skills, the experience, and the heart to come out on top, no matter who’s standing across the ring from me.
Katie Smith: Well, there you have it, folks. Big Aug is ready to silence the doubters and get back on the winning track. Back to you, ringside.
Single Match
Bronson Martinez vs. Danny Domino
Backstage
Reaching out to the Nightmare
As the anticipation swells within the Goodfellas Casino Arena, a familiar figure is seen making his way through the bustling backstage corridors. The aura surrounding him is one of determination mixed with a hint of apprehension, as if he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s Night, the legendary Japanese icon, returning to the sVo after a tumultuous period marked by betrayal and familial conflict.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Night retains a sense of composure, his stoic demeanor offering little insight into the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. With each step, the anticipation mounts, as fans eagerly await his presence in the arena.
As Night finally emerges into view, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation, his mere presence commanding attention and respect. Tonight, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Night stands as a beacon of resolve, poised to confront the challenges that lie ahead and reclaim his rightful place in the spotlight of the sVo.
Katie Smith: Night, welcome back to the arena. Can I ask, are you here tonight to confront your brother, Nightmare, after what happened last week?
Night: Katie, I’m here tonight for one reason only, and that’s to set things right. Look, what happened with Nightmare, it’s… it’s complicated. He’s my brother, and no matter what he’s done, I don’t want to fight him. But I can’t just sit back and let him run wild either. Tonight, I’m here to talk some sense into him, to try to make him see reason. We’re family, and family sticks together, even through the toughest times.
Katie Smith: That’s a noble approach, Night. But are you prepared for the possibility that Nightmare might not want to listen?
Night: Katie, I’ve been through a lot in this business, and I’ve learned that sometimes, you have to be ready for the unexpected. If Nightmare doesn’t want to listen, if he’s set on this path he’s chosen, then… then I’ll do what I have to do to protect this company, to protect our family. But I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that. Tonight, I’m going to try to reach him, to remind him of who we are and where we come from. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to work things out.
Katie Smith: Well, best of luck to you, Night. I hope you can find the resolution you’re looking for. Back to you.
Backstage
How its Done
As Danny Domino struts backstage, his victory over Bronson Martinez still fresh in his mind, he exudes an air of confidence that’s impossible to ignore. With a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, he rounds a corner and comes face to face with Alex Sterling, the LA Luminary.
“Hey there, Sterling,” Domino says, his tone dripping with arrogance as he stops in front of Sterling. “Did you catch my match out there? That’s how it’s done, mate. You should take notes.”
Sterling, unimpressed by Domino’s bravado, simply raises an eyebrow in response. “Is that so? Maybe you should focus less on gloating and more on backing up your words in the ring,” he retorts, his voice laced with a hint of disdain.
But Domino, undeterred by Sterling’s dismissive attitude, chuckles condescendingly. “Listen, mate, I’ve been doing this long enough to know what I’m doing,” he replies, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Maybe one day you’ll learn a thing or two from a real competitor like me.”
With that, Domino gives Sterling a dismissive nod before striding away, leaving Sterling to simmer with annoyance at his cocky demeanor. As Domino disappears from view, Sterling’s jaw clenches with determination, silently vowing to prove his worth in the ring and silence Domino’s arrogance once and for all.
Single Match
Big Aug vs. Carlos Vasquez
Backstage
No Assistance Needed
As the tension mounts backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, the door to the Dogs of War locker room swings open with a forceful push. In strides Rick Reid, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room as he fixes his gaze upon the members of the tag team.
“Listen up, Dogs of War,” Reid’s voice booms, cutting through the air with authority. “I know Amy Page has been asking a few favors of you, but tonight, I don’t need any interference from you. This is my match, and I’ll handle it my way.”
The members of the Dogs of War exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and defiance. James Shephard, their manager, steps forward, his features etched with determination.
“We understand, Reid,” Shephard responds, his tone unwavering. “But remember, we’re not here to cause trouble. We’re here to compete and show the world what we’re made of.”
Reid’s eyes narrow, a hint of skepticism flickering across his face. He knows all too well the unpredictability of the sVo locker room, but for now, he’ll take their word for it.
“Fine,” Reid concedes, his voice a low growl. “Just stay out of my business, and we won’t have a problem.”
With that, Reid turns on his heel and exits the locker room, leaving the Dogs of War to prepare for their own upcoming battle, the tension in the air palpable as they await the night’s events to unfold.
Single Match
Carny Sinclair vs. Rick Reid
Backstage
Not A Hired Gun(ner)
In the bustling backstage area of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, the formidable figures of Blood Money, led by sVo Champion Anthony Moretti, stride purposefully toward Gunner Lang’s locker room. As they approach, the sound of their footsteps echoes against the walls, signaling their presence.
“Lang, we need to talk,” Moretti states firmly as they reach the door, his tone brooking no argument.
Inside the locker room, Gunner Lang turns to face the unexpected visitors, his expression guarded but resolute.
“What do you want?” Lang replies, his voice tinged with suspicion.
Moretti steps forward, his gaze intense as he addresses Lang. “Listen, tonight you have a chance to make a statement. You’re facing JVD, the Las Vegas and Roulette Champion. If you beat him, it’ll be a major victory for you and for Blood Money.”
Junior Gambino chimes in, his tone persuasive. “Imagine the respect you’ll earn, Lang. You’ll show everyone that you’re not just some lackey. You’re a force to be reckoned with.”
Nicky Columbo nods in agreement, his eyes alight with anticipation. “This could be your moment, Lang. Don’t let it slip away.”
But Gunner Lang remains unmoved, his expression stoic as he meets their gaze. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not doing this for Blood Money,” he states firmly. “I’m doing it for myself. And for the fans who believe in me.”
Moretti’s jaw tightens slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. “Fine, Lang. Have it your way,” he concedes, his tone tinged with irritation. “But just remember, this is your chance to prove yourself. Don’t waste it.”
With that, Blood Money exits the locker room, leaving Gunner Lang to prepare for his upcoming match, his resolve unwavering as he focuses on the task ahead.
Roulette Championship Match
JVD vs. Gunner Lang
Ringside
Shots Fired
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of an electrifying match between JVD and Gunner Lang, the atmosphere in the Goodfellas Casino Arena is charged with tension and anticipation. Both competitors rise to their feet, their bodies weary but their spirits unbroken, as they meet in the center of the ring.
With a nod of respect, JVD extends his hand to Gunner Lang, offering a handshake as a symbol of their hard-fought battle and mutual admiration. Lang, his face marked with sweat and determination, accepts the gesture, clasping JVD’s hand firmly in his own.
But as the two competitors share this moment of sportsmanship, the mood suddenly shifts. The arena erupts with boos as the menacing figures of Blood Money, led by sVo Champion Anthony Moretti, make their way down the ramp, their expressions dark and foreboding.
JVD and Lang exchange a wary glance, their guard rising instinctively as Blood Money surrounds the ring, their presence a palpable threat.
“You two think you’re something special, huh?” Moretti sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. “Well, let me tell you something. You’re nothing but a couple of wannabes compared to us.”
Before JVD or Lang can respond, Blood Money springs into action, launching a ruthless assault on the two competitors. The crowd roars with outrage as JVD and Lang are overwhelmed by the onslaught, their bodies battered and bruised from the unexpected attack.
But just when it seems that all hope is lost, a sudden surge of energy erupts from the entrance ramp. The fans erupt into cheers as Kenneth D Williams, Jay Adder, and Jacob Izaz, the formidable trio known as Generation Joint, rush to the ring, their faces set in grim determination to help their teammate!
With a defiant roar, Generation Joint launches themselves into the fray, their fists flying as they come to the aid of their fallen comrades. The arena reverberates with the sound of bodies colliding and the roar of the crowd as the battle rages on, the ring becoming a chaotic battleground.
Amidst the chaos, JVD and Lang find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder as newfound allies, their determination unyielding as they face off against the relentless onslaught of Blood Money. With their combined strength and resolve, they stand ready to defend their honor and prove that they will not be intimidated by anyone, no matter how powerful.
As the chaos in the ring reaches its peak, the referees rush down the ramp, their urgent shouts barely audible over the din of the crowd. With swift efficiency, they move to separate the warring factions, pulling the combatants apart and restoring a semblance of order to the chaotic scene.
Meanwhile, COO Amy Page emerges at the top of the entrance ramp, her presence commanding attention as she surveys the tumultuous scene below. With a stern expression, she raises a microphone to her lips, her voice cutting through the air with authority.
“Enough!” she declares, her voice echoing throughout the arena. “This madness ends now.”
The crowd falls silent, their eyes fixed on Page as she addresses the competitors in the ring below.
“I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my ring,” Page continues, her tone unwavering. “But since you seem so eager to settle your differences, let’s do it the right way.”
A ripple of anticipation runs through the audience as Page’s words hang in the air, the tension palpable.
“Blood Money, Generation Joint,” Page announces, her voice ringing with authority. “You want to fight? Fine. But we’ll do it on my terms.”
The crowd erupts into cheers as Page delivers her ultimatum, the prospect of a showdown between these two formidable factions electrifying the arena.
“Right now,” Page declares, her voice resonating with certainty, “there will be a six-man tag team match between Blood Money and Generation Joint. And it will be a match for the ages!”
With that, Page lowers the microphone, her gaze lingering on the competitors below with a steely determination. The stage is set for an epic clash between two of the sVo’s most dominant factions, and the anticipation for their showdown reaches fever pitch as the crowd eagerly awaits the next chapter in this gripping rivalry.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Blood Money vs. Generation Joint
Backstage
The Last Straw
In the backstage corridors of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, Katie Smith stands ready with her microphone in hand, poised to capture the thoughts of the formidable Big Aug after his shocking loss earlier in the evening. As the tension in the air crackles with anticipation, Smith awaits the arrival of the former sVo Champion, knowing that his words are sure to make waves throughout the wrestling world.
Finally, Big Aug emerges from the shadows, his imposing frame casting a formidable shadow as he strides purposefully towards Smith, his expression unreadable beneath the harsh glare of the arena lights. Sensing the weight of the moment, Smith clears her throat, her voice steady as she addresses the enigmatic wrestler before her.
“Big Aug,” she begins, her tone respectful yet tinged with curiosity, “after your defeat earlier tonight, the sVo Universe is eager to hear your thoughts. Can you shed some light on what happened out there?”
For a moment, Aug’s steely gaze meets Smith’s, his expression inscrutable as he considers her question. Then, with a heavy sigh, he raises the microphone to his lips, his voice resonating with raw emotion as he begins to speak.
“Katie,” Aug begins, his voice low and gravelly, “tonight… tonight was the last straw.”
The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air as Aug pauses, his features etched with a mixture of frustration and resolve.
“I’ve poured my heart and soul into this business,” Aug continues, his voice growing more impassioned with each passing moment. “But what do I have to show for it? Loss after loss, setback after setback… I’m tired, Katie. Tired of fighting a losing battle.”
As Smith listens intently, Aug’s words ring with a sense of finality, his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders as he prepares to make his announcement.
“So, here it is,” Aug declares, his voice resolute as he meets Smith’s gaze head-on. “Effective immediately, I’m stepping away from the squared circle. I’m hanging up my boots, walking away from the ring… and I’m never looking back.”
With those final words, Aug’s announcement reverberates through the backstage area, the gravity of his decision sending shockwaves through the sVo Universe. As he turns to leave, his footsteps echoing in the silence, Smith can only watch in stunned silence, knowing that Big Aug’s departure marks the end of an era in the world of professional wrestling.
Ringside
Not You Brother
As the arena lights dim and the anticipation reaches a fever pitch, the electrifying atmosphere crackles with energy as Night, the legendary superstar from Japan, makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. The crowd erupts into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing throughout the Goodfellas Casino Arena as they welcome the revered wrestler into their midst.
Determined and focused, Night strides purposefully towards the ring, his eyes fixed firmly ahead as he prepares to face his opponent in the night’s highly anticipated main event. With every step he takes, the intensity of the moment builds, the air thick with anticipation as Night’s presence commands the attention of all in attendance.
However, before Night’s opponent can even make his entrance, a sudden hush falls over the arena as a figure emerges from the darkness, shrouded in mystery and cloaked in darkness. It is Nightmare, the enigmatic brother of Night, whose sudden return has sent shockwaves through the world of professional wrestling.
As Nightmare stalks down the ramp towards the ring, his gaze locked on his unsuspecting brother, the crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events. With each menacing step, the tension in the air mounts, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch as Nightmare closes in on his target.
Without warning, Nightmare lunges forward, launching a savage assault on Night as the unsuspecting wrestler stands defenseless in the center of the ring. Blow after blow rains down upon Night, his brother’s relentless onslaught leaving him battered and bruised on the canvas.
Despite the ferocity of the attack, Night refuses to fight back, his unwavering resolve standing as a testament to his unyielding principles. As Nightmare’s rage reaches its boiling point, he unleashes a final, devastating blow, leaving Night crumpled and defeated in the center of the ring.
As Nightmare stands triumphant over his fallen brother, the crowd looks on in shock and disbelief, the events of the evening unfolding before their eyes in a whirlwind of chaos and betrayal. With Night left battered and broken at his feet, Nightmare’s true intentions remain shrouded in darkness, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the sVo Universe.
As Nightmare, his malevolent mission accomplished, retreats from the ringside area with a sinister smirk playing on his lips, the camera pans back to the ring where Night, the iconic Japanese superstar, struggles to rise to his feet amidst the wreckage of his brutal assault.
As Night gathers his battered frame, his eyes narrow with determination, refusing to let his brother’s betrayal crush his spirit. With each labored breath, he pushes through the pain, his steely resolve shining through the darkness that threatens to consume him.
But just as Night begins to regain his footing, a chilling hush falls over the arena, signaling the arrival of Trailer Trash Terry, the smirking and devious adversary who now slithers his way down the ramp with malicious intent.
As Trailer Trash Terry enters the ring, his gaze locks onto Night with a predatory gleam, relishing in the opportunity to capitalize on his opponent’s weakened state. With a sadistic grin stretching across his face, he circles Night like a vulture, eager to deliver the final blow to the fallen icon.
Despite the odds stacked against him, Night refuses to back down, his spirit unbroken even in the face of overwhelming adversity. With a defiant glare, he squares off against Trailer Trash Terry, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
As the referee signals for the match to begin, the tension in the arena reaches a fever pitch, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as Night prepares to go to war once more. With the fate of his storied career hanging in the balance, Night braces himself for the battle ahead, ready to prove that even in the darkest of times, his spirit will never be extinguished.
Single Match
Night vs. Trailer Trash Terry
Ringside
All Star Save
As the dust settles in the ring, Trailer Trash Terry stands tall, a sneer of triumph etched across his face as he gazes down at the fallen form of Night. The Icon lies motionless on the canvas, his body bruised and battered from the relentless assault he endured at the hands of Terry.
Just as it seems Terry is about to deliver a final blow to his defenseless opponent, the arena erupts into cheers as Johnny All Star’s theme music blares through the speakers. Bursting forth from the entrance ramp, All Star charges down to the ring with a steel chair in hand, his eyes blazing with determination.
Sliding under the bottom rope, All Star wastes no time in rushing to Night’s aid, positioning himself between Night and Terry with the steel chair raised in a defensive stance. Ignoring Terry’s protests, All Star stares him down, daring him to make a move.
Terry, taken aback by All Star’s sudden intervention, hesitates for a moment before backing off, his expression contorted with frustration. Sensing the tide turning against him, Terry retreats from the ring, shooting a venomous glare at All Star as he makes his exit.
With Terry gone, All Star turns his attention to Night, helping the Icon to his feet and offering him a supportive nod of solidarity. As the crowd cheers their hero’s act of bravery, All Star and Night stand side by side in the center of the ring, united in their defiance against the forces of evil that seek to tear them apart.
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