sVo Showdown 203
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
10th November 2024
The camera sweeps over a packed Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas as fans cheer and hold up signs, their excitement buzzing through the air. It’s time for another explosive night of sVo Showdown! The camera shifts to the commentary table where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan sit, ready to bring the action to life.
Julian Fiasco: “Welcome, everyone, to sVo Showdown 203! We’re live from the heart of Las Vegas, and after everything that went down last week, you’d better believe the stakes are higher than ever!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “That’s right, Julian! Last week we saw a huge shift in momentum here in sVo. Carlos Vasquez not only won the Victory Cup but made it clear he’s coming for Johnny All Star’s sVo Championship. And speaking of the champ, he’s in tag team action tonight!”
Julian Fiasco: “Absolutely! Our main event will see Johnny All Star teaming with Gunner Lang to take on Blood Money Soldiers, Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino. Blood Money made quite the statement at Ultimate Victory—these guys are ruthless, and tonight they’ll have All Star right where they want him.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “And speaking of ruthless, we have Victor Holland squaring off against the heavy-hitter Bronson Johnson! Holland’s been carving a brutal path lately, and Johnson might just be his next victim.”
Julian Fiasco: “Plus, after losing his Las Vegas Championship to Alex Sterling last week, Johnny Dorn is looking to redeem himself tonight against none other than Trailer Trash Terry! Dorn’s got something to prove, and I wouldn’t want to be Terry right now.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “And in tag team action, Generation Joint—that’s Jacob Izaz and Jay Adder—will take on the always unpredictable Sin City Scoundrels. Izaz and Adder are looking to solidify their place in the tag team division, but they’ll have to go through the wild boys of Las Vegas to do it!”
Julian Fiasco: “It’s shaping up to be a stacked night here on Showdown 203, with rivalries escalating and careers hanging in the balance. And with Blood Money’s resurgence, everyone in the locker room is watching their backs.”
The camera cuts to shots of the intense stares of tonight’s competitors, each man ready for action as the fans roar in anticipation. The bell sounds, signaling the start of the show, as the first match looms on the horizon.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Buckle up, folks. It’s going to be a wild ride here in the Goodfellas Casino Arena—let’s get this show started!”
Backstage
Fear & Order
Backstage, inside the plush and dimly lit office of sVo COO Amy Page, tension fills the air. Page sits at her desk, tapping her nails against the polished surface, her expression one of pure frustration. Standing before her are her loyal enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, both watching their boss intently as she vents.
Amy Page: “Look at this mess! Horizon, the Legends Club, Blood Money… they’re all ripping the sVo apart with their little turf war, and it’s spilling into every damn match, every segment. They don’t care about this company—they just want to tear each other to pieces.”
Page leans forward, gripping the edge of her desk, her eyes flashing with anger.
Amy Page: “This was supposed to be my empire, a well-oiled machine. But now? Now it’s chaos. And if they think I’m going to stand by and let them ruin what I built, they’re sorely mistaken.”
Washington nods, clearly eager to bring order back to sVo, while Reid smirks, ready for any trouble that might come their way.
Scott Washington: “Boss, just say the word. Reid and I can handle it. We’ll remind them who’s in charge around here.”
Amy Page: “I know you two are ready to go to war for this company, but I need something drastic. Something that will put an end to this nonsense once and for all.”
She pauses, narrowing her eyes as she considers her options.
Amy Page: “Tonight, I’m making a statement. If they want to fight for power in the sVo, then I’m going to give them something worth fighting for… and I’m going to make it so brutal that none of them will ever forget it.”
Washington and Reid exchange glances, intrigued by what their boss has in mind.
Rick Reid: “What’s the plan, Amy? What are we looking at here?”
Page stands up, crossing around her desk to face them, a devilish smile slowly spreading across her face.
Amy Page: “Let’s just say by the end of the night, they’ll know who really runs this company. And if any of them dare cross me again… well, let’s just say that’s a career-ending mistake.”
Washington and Reid nod in unison, their expressions steeling as they prepare to enforce Page’s will. She gives each of them a final, resolute look.
Amy Page: “Get ready, gentlemen. Tonight, we’re putting an end to this chaos. And if anyone has a problem with it, you make sure they regret it.”
The scene fades as Page, Washington, and Reid stand in silent determination, ready to bring order—and fear—back to sVo.
Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. Horizon
Ringside
Back on the Same Page
The crowd buzzes as Darwin Jones and Hugo Ryzing of Horizon stand victorious in the ring, having just defeated the Southern Boys. With sweat still dripping from their brows, Jones signals for a microphone as their theme music fades, leaving the crowd in eager silence. Jones and Ryzing share a determined look before addressing the fans.
Darwin Jones: “Las Vegas! You just saw what Horizon is capable of when we’re back on the same page!”
The crowd cheers as Jones nods confidently, while Ryzing claps his teammate on the shoulder.
Darwin Jones: “We’re done letting anyone stand in our way, and we’re done watching from the sidelines. Last week, we watched Johnny All Star fight for our place here in sVo. Tonight, we start fighting for something of our own.”
Hugo Ryzing: “That’s right! We’ve had our ups and downs, but that ends now. From this point on, we’re a united front. We’re Horizon, and we’re coming for those sVo Tag Team Championships!”
The crowd erupts as Jones points directly at the camera, his voice full of fire.
Darwin Jones: “Legends Club—Curtis Knight, Buzz Marshall, Drew Hendrix—you’ve been walking around with those belts, thinking you’re untouchable. But that tag division is about to get a rude awakening. Because we’re coming to take what’s rightfully ours!”
Hugo Ryzing: “We’re not just another team. We’re Horizon. We fought our way into sVo, we fought to stay in sVo, and now we’re fighting to be the top team in sVo!”
The fans cheer louder, feeding off their intensity as Jones and Ryzing each raise a fist in the air.
Darwin Jones: “Legends Club, polish those belts while you can. ‘Cause at the end of this, those titles are coming home… with Horizon!”
Jones drops the microphone as the crowd erupts again, chanting “Horizon!” while Jones and Ryzing stand tall, looking more focused and united than ever. With one final glare into the camera, the two exit the ring, signaling that the tag team champions have been put on notice.
Backstage
King of the World
Backstage, Katie Smith stands with a microphone, flanked by the new Las Vegas Champion, “The LA Luminary” Alex Sterling. Sterling has the championship slung over his shoulder, his smirk suggesting he’s already enjoying the spotlight. As Katie raises the microphone, he straightens his collar, clearly ready to bask in his newfound glory.
Katie Smith: “Alex Sterling, last week you shocked the world by defeating Johnny Dorn to become the new sVo Las Vegas Champion. How does it feel to capture your first championship here in the sVo?”
Sterling looks down at his title, then back at Katie, his smirk widening as he delivers his answer in a smooth, dramatic tone.
Alex Sterling: “Katie, Katie, Katie… let me paint you a picture in quotes. You see, ‘I’m king of the world!’”
He holds his arms out, basking in his self-proclaimed glory as the crowd in the arena reacts with a mix of boos and laughs.
Alex Sterling: “Now, let’s face it: I walked into that ring last week and, as they say, ‘hasta la vista, baby.’ Dorn didn’t stand a chance, not with this level of star power.”
Katie raises an eyebrow, impressed yet amused.
Katie Smith: “Well, you certainly had a strong showing. How do you plan to keep this momentum going as champion?”
Sterling chuckles, patting the title over his shoulder.
Alex Sterling: “Katie, it’s simple. I live by a motto: ‘You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.’ And I’m here to stay. This Las Vegas Championship? Just the beginning. ‘I’m gonna make them an offer they can’t refuse’—and that offer is to watch me redefine greatness.”
Katie Smith: “One more question, Alex. Any message to the rest of the roster now that you’re at the top of the Las Vegas division?”
Sterling leans closer to the microphone, his eyes gleaming with the confidence of a blockbuster star.
Alex Sterling: “To anyone dreaming of a title shot? ‘Go ahead, make my day.’ But remember, I’m ‘the stuff that dreams are made of,’ and facing me? That’s a nightmare you’re not waking up from.”
He flashes a final smug grin before turning to walk off-screen, leaving Katie Smith smiling as the new champion strides away, his confidence and charisma making it clear he sees his title reign as one for the history books.
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Bronson Johnson
Ringside
Coming for you Chico
Victor Holland stands in the ring, breathing heavily but visibly satisfied with his hard-fought victory over Bronson Johnson. The crowd cheers, applauding his intensity and strength. But suddenly, the celebration is cut short as the sound system blares with a familiar, swaggering beat, and Carlos Vasquez’s music hits. The crowd’s reaction shifts to a chorus of boos as the Victory Cup winner strides out with his trophy in hand, a smug smirk plastered across his face.
Vasquez, dressed sharp and looking every bit the “Miami Maverick,” makes his way to the ring, his eyes locked on Holland. As he steps through the ropes, he waves a dismissive hand, gesturing for Holland to clear out. Holland glares, clearly angered, but eventually leaves, allowing Vasquez to have his moment. Vasquez lifts the Victory Cup trophy high before he snatches a microphone, his smirk widening as he raises a finger to silence the crowd.
Carlos Vasquez: “Lemme tell ya somethin’… you people lookin’ at the new face of sVo. Yeah, that’s right. I got this Victory Cup right here—ain’t no one gonna take it away from me! You lookin’ at the man with the golden ticket, baby.”
He holds the trophy up again, soaking in the heat from the crowd, relishing every second of the spotlight.
Carlos Vasquez: “Victor Holland? That guy was just a little piece o’ business I had to take care of on my way up. But me? I’m on the real road now. You know where that road goes? Straight to the sVo Championship!”
The crowd boos, but Vasquez looks amused, brushing them off as if they’re no more than background noise.
Carlos Vasquez: “See, this company… this company needs someone with vision. Needs someone who ain’t afraid to take what he wants, when he wants. And lemme tell ya—‘The Miami Maverick’ don’t wait in line, baby. I am the line.”
He pauses, sneering at the audience, pacing the ring with the trophy over his shoulder.
Carlos Vasquez: “Johnny All Star? Yeah, he’s sittin’ up there with the sVo Championship, probably thinkin’ he’s safe. But Johnny, you listenin’? I got news for you, chico… It’s only a matter o’ time before I call my shot, before I come knockin’ on your door, and when that day comes? You and that title, they’re comin’ home with me.”
He points to himself with a self-satisfied grin, then raises the Victory Cup trophy high over his head as the crowd erupts in boos.
Carlos Vasquez: “So go ahead, keep cheerin’ for these other guys. Keep dreamin’. Because at the end o’ the day, Carlos Vasquez don’t dream. Carlos Vasquez does. And soon enough? You’re all gonna be callin’ me the new sVo Champion.”
He drops the mic, his eyes gleaming with confidence and ambition as his music hits once more. Vasquez parades around the ring with the Victory Cup, basking in the boos, sending a message to everyone—including Johnny All Star—that his time is coming.
Backstage
No Spoilers
The camera cuts to the parking lot entrance of the arena, where a sleek black SUV rolls to a halt. The door swings open, and out steps Danny Domino, the sVo Roulette Champion with the title slung over his shoulder. There’s a distinct swagger in his step as he adjusts his collar, a smug grin plastered across his face. He’s fresh off his tenth successful defense, meaning he’s now earned the right to trade in the Roulette Championship for a shot at the sVo Championship. His confidence is palpable as he walks, exuding arrogance with each stride.
As Domino heads towards the locker rooms, Katie Smith rushes up, microphone in hand, determined to get a word.
Katie Smith: “Danny! Danny Domino! Congratulations on securing your tenth victory as Roulette Champion. Do you have any words for the fans or for Johnny All Star now that you’re eligible for an sVo Championship shot?”
Domino stops, but instead of acknowledging Katie’s question, he gives her a cold, dismissive glance, clearly uninterested. He takes a step closer to her, looming over her, smirk unwavering.
Danny Domino: “I don’t owe these people anything. And I sure as hell don’t owe you any answers, sweetheart.”
Katie takes a step back, taken aback by his response, but undeterred.
Katie Smith: “But the fans want to know—when will you be cashing in? Are you planning to call out Johnny All Star soon?”
Domino chuckles mockingly, shaking his head as if the question is beneath him.
Danny Domino: “Katie, you and those fans just sit tight, okay? Just know that when I make my move… everyone in that ring, including Johnny All Star, will see exactly why they call me ‘The Bully.’ Timing is everything, and I don’t do spoilers.”
Without another word, he brushes past Katie, completely ignoring her as he strides down the hallway, his eyes cold and calculating. He’s clearly got a plan—though whatever it is, he’s keeping it close to the chest.
Katie watches him go, visibly unsettled by his demeanor but doing her best to compose herself as the scene fades out.
Tag Team Match
Generation Joint vs. Sin City Scoundrels
Backstage
Game Plan
The camera cuts to the backstage locker room, where Johnny All Star and Gunner Lang of Horizon are seated on a bench, leaning over a table scattered with papers and match notes. Their focus is intense, the atmosphere serious but determined. Horizon’s manager, JD James, stands nearby, hands on his hips, watching his team strategize.
Johnny All Star: “Alright, so Gambino’s been all about those cheap shots lately. He’s going to try and catch us off guard the second we drop focus. We can’t give him that chance.”
Gunner Lang: “And Columbo? The guy’s quick, always on the move. I say I keep him on the ground as much as possible, wear him out.”
JD James: nodding “Good thinking. Don’t let up. Remember, Blood Money might play it like a street fight if they get the chance, especially with Columbo’s background. We keep it clean, but if they start crossing the line, we’re ready to match ‘em. No hesitation.”
All Star looks over at JD, smirking slightly.
Johnny All Star: “No hesitation, huh? Sounds like you’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve too, JD.”
JD James: grinning “Hey, I’ve been around long enough to know that having a little backup plan never hurt. Just because we’re facing Blood Money doesn’t mean we have to let ‘em set the pace.”
JD leans over, pointing to a few notes he’s jotted down.
JD James: “They’re going to try and isolate one of you two. If they separate you, it’s all about quick tags to keep each other fresh. No extended time alone in that ring.”
Gunner nods, cracking his knuckles.
Gunner Lang: “If they want to play rough, we can give it right back. But we keep it smart. These guys think they’ve got us cornered, but they’re underestimating what Horizon can do together.”
Johnny All Star: “Exactly. They want to make a statement? Let’s make one louder. This isn’t their house; it’s ours.”
JD claps both men on the shoulders, his expression a mix of confidence and pride.
JD James: “Now that’s what I like to hear! Let’s go out there and remind everyone why Horizon stands tall. Blood Money’s in for a rude awakening tonight.”
The three of them share a determined look, the camaraderie and shared purpose clear between them. They turn their focus back to their plans, each mentally preparing for the battle ahead.
The camera fades out as Horizon goes over their final game plan, ready to take on Blood Money later tonight.
Single Match
Johnny Dorn vs. Trailer Trash Terry
Backstage
Checkers vs. Chess
The scene shifts to the dimly lit, luxurious locker room of The Legends Club. Lounging in the leather armchairs around a large flat-screen TV are the faction’s formidable members: Curtis Knight, his ever-present confidante Athena, and the sVo Tag Team Champions, Drew Hendrix and Buzz Marshall. The group exudes an air of confidence, leaning back with relaxed smirks as they prepare to watch tonight’s main event: Blood Money’s Gambino and Columbo facing off against Johnny All Star and Gunner Lang of Horizon.
Curtis Knight: smirking “Well, this is a sight, isn’t it? Blood Money and Horizon beating the hell out of each other… and all we have to do is sit back and watch.”
Athena: “And here they are, thinking they’re the kings of this place. Let them rip each other apart. We’ll be the ones left standing, as always.”
Buzz Marshall chuckles, adjusting his Tag Team Championship belt over his shoulder.
Buzz Marshall: “Honestly, it’s kinda funny watching ‘em tear each other down just to see who gets to the top. They don’t realize by the time they’re done, we’ll already be there, ready to take whatever’s left.”
Drew Hendrix: “Exactly. They’re doing all the dirty work for us. Why break a sweat when they’re so eager to do it themselves?”
Curtis leans forward, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he watches the screen.
Curtis Knight: “Let them wear each other out. Every punch, every slam… it just makes it easier for us. When they’re done, there’ll be no one left to challenge our reign. We step in, and this whole place is ours.”
Athena: smiling slyly “And by the time they realize it, it’ll be too late.”
Hendrix and Marshall share a look, clearly amused by the situation. Buzz holds up a bottle of water, raising it like a toast.
Buzz Marshall: “Here’s to them tearing each other down and leaving us with an open path.”
Curtis clinks his own water bottle with Buzz’s, his smirk widening.
Curtis Knight: “Cheers to that. Tonight, Horizon and Blood Money show their true colors. And when the dust settles, the Legends Club will be the only ones left to claim victory.”
The group settles back into their seats, their eyes fixed on the screen with smug anticipation as the main event match kicks off. Confident and calculated, they revel in the thought of both factions falling apart, clearing the way for their ultimate takeover.
The camera fades out, leaving the Legends Club waiting eagerly to see their rivals destroy one another.
Tag Team Match
Blood Money Soldiers vs. Johnny All Star & Gunner Lang
Ringside
A Moment of Chaos
The crowd roars with excitement as Johnny All Star and Gunner Lang stand victorious, catching their breath after an intense battle against Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo of Blood Money. But before the celebration can even begin, the triumphant pair are blindsided as the unmistakable theme of Blood Money’s leader, Anthony Moretti, blasts through the arena.
The fans boo as Moretti and Joe Barone, “The Problem Solver,” storm down the ramp, fury in their eyes. They slide into the ring, joining Gambino and Columbo as the Blood Money faction overwhelms All Star and Lang. The two wrestlers fight back valiantly, but the four-on-two odds begin to take their toll.
Suddenly, a massive cheer erupts as Darwin Jones and Hugo Ryzing of Horizon rush down the ramp in support of their teammates. The four men of Horizon clash with Blood Money, each faction throwing vicious strikes, filling the ring with an all-out brawl. It’s chaos, with bodies flying and fists connecting as the fight rages on.
After a brutal exchange, both sides lie sprawled across the mat, each man exhausted and battered. The arena falls into a tense silence as the camera shifts to the entrance ramp, where Danny Domino appears, the Roulette Championship glinting in his hand. Standing beside him with a smirk is sVo COO Amy Page. Domino raises the belt high, eyes locked on the downed All Star, who’s still clutching his sVo Championship.
Page takes the microphone, her voice dripping with authority and confidence.
Amy Page: “Ladies and gentlemen… what you’re witnessing is a moment of opportunity. And Danny Domino here? He knows exactly how to seize it.”
Domino hands the Roulette Championship over to Amy Page, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The crowd begins to buzz as Domino strides down the ramp with a focused expression, ready to capitalize on All Star’s weakened state.
In the ring, Johnny All Star slowly rises, battered and bruised, struggling to steady himself. As Domino slides into the ring, the referee has no choice but to signal for the bell, making it official: an impromptu sVo Championship match is underway!
Jeremiah Sloan: “I can’t believe it! Danny Domino just cashed in his Roulette Championship, and now we have a surprise sVo Championship match! Johnny All Star is in no condition for this!”
Julian Fiasco: “This is pure genius! All Star’s surrounded by chaos, and Domino’s cashing in at the perfect moment!”
The crowd erupts in anticipation, half cheering, half jeering, as Domino wastes no time going after All Star, aiming to take advantage of his weakened state. All Star grits his teeth, barely able to defend himself, as the challenger charges forward, driven by ambition and seizing his opportunity with ruthless precision.
The screen fades to black, the chaotic scene leaving fans on the edge of their seats, eager to see if Johnny All Star can possibly survive this latest onslaught.
sVo Heavyweight Championship Match
Johnny All Star vs. Danny Domino
Ringside
ANDNEW
The arena echoes with a cascade of boos as Danny Domino stands tall in the center of the ring, his smug grin plastered across his face as he raises the sVo Championship high above his head. His foot is planted firmly on the chest of Johnny All Star, a downed and broken champion whose valiant efforts couldn’t withstand the ruthless tactics of “The Bully.”
Domino takes a slow look around the arena, basking in the disdain of the fans, who erupt into louder jeers at his every arrogant gesture. He smirks, soaking it all in, before grabbing a microphone from the ringside assistant.
Danny Domino: “Ladies and gentlemen… I told you! I told every single one of you that ‘The Bully’ doesn’t ask for opportunities… he takes them!”
The crowd’s boos grow louder, and Domino laughs, relishing their reaction. He looks down at the battered All Star beneath him and leans in, mockingly patting him on the cheek.
Danny Domino: “Johnny… you’ve had a good run, a real Cinderella story. But this isn’t some fairytale. This is my story now, and your chapter just came to a close.”
He stands up straight, hoisting the sVo Championship high once more, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Suddenly, Amy Page steps onto the stage, clapping slowly with a smug smile, clearly delighted by Domino’s victory. She strides down the ramp and steps into the ring, grabbing a microphone of her own as the fans continue to voice their disgust.
Amy Page: “Let’s make one thing clear, Las Vegas… you’re looking at the future of sVo! Danny Domino isn’t just a champion; he’s a statement. A statement that this is a new era, one where the strong survive and the weak… get left in the dust.”
Domino and Page exchange a nod of mutual respect as they stand united in the ring, Page’s smirk matching Domino’s arrogant grin. Domino holds the championship up one more time, aiming it directly at the cameras.
Danny Domino: “And to anyone else who thinks they can step up? Go ahead… try me. I’ll knock you down just like I did to this so-called ‘legend’ here.”
The camera zooms in on Johnny All Star, still lying on the mat as the boos thunder around him. The shot then shifts back to Domino, savoring every second of his victory. With one final arrogant smile, Domino holds the belt high as the screen fades to black, his triumphant image lingering as the new face of sVo.
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