sVo Showdown 207
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
8th December 2024
**[The camera pans over the lively crowd in the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. Fans wave signs, cheer, and chant as the familiar theme of *sVo Showdown* plays over the speakers. The energy is electric as the camera zooms in on the commentary desk, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are ready to kick off the show.]**
Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 207, live from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada! We are just TWO weeks away from the highly anticipated Seasons Beatings PPV, where the sVo will change forever!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s right, Julian! At Seasons Beatings, the war between Blood Money, Horizon, and the Legends Club will come to a head in one of the most high-stakes triple threat matches in sVo history! Anthony Moretti, Johnny All Star, and Curtis Knight will battle it out—and only one faction will survive. The losers? They’ll be banished from the sVo for good!”
Julian Fiasco:
“But tonight, we get a taste of the chaos to come as representatives from all three factions collide in our main event! It’s Joe Barone of Blood Money, Gunner Lang of Horizon, and Athena of the Legends Club in a triple threat match!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Athena has been on a roll lately, proving why she’s the ‘Muscle Barbie’ and one of the most dangerous competitors in the sVo. Gunner Lang will want to restore momentum for Horizon after recent setbacks, and you know ‘The Problem Solver’ Joe Barone will be out to send a message for Blood Money!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And that’s not all! We’ve got more action tonight as the tag team tournament to determine the #1 contenders for the Canadian Connection’s Tag Team Championships continues, plus Las Vegas Champion Alex Sterling and sVo Champion Danny Domino are both in action!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And with Carlos Vasquez lurking with his Victory Cup, Danny Domino must be looking over his shoulder. Is tonight the night Vasquez cashes in?”
Julian Fiasco:
“We’ll find out, Jeremiah, but one thing’s for sure: the road to Seasons Beatings is heating up, and the stakes have never been higher! Let’s get the action started!”
[The camera pans over the roaring crowd once more as the opening pyro explodes, signaling the beginning of another explosive night of sVo action.]
Backstage
Generational
**[The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. A sleek black SUV pulls up, and the members of **Generation Joint—Kenneth D Williams, Jay Adder, Jacob Izaz, and their manager Bellitor Adder—step out, their distinct swagger on full display. Tension, however, is evident as Jay Adder and Kenneth D Williams exchange cold glares while Bellitor tries to keep the peace.]
Bellitor Adder:
“Alright, boys, let’s keep it together tonight. We’ve got a lot to prove, and we can’t let internal drama get in the way of that.”
Kenneth D Williams:
*”Internal drama? The only drama is Adder over here thinking he knows better than the man who built this group!” *[He adjusts his sunglasses and glares at Jay Adder.]*
“You keep running your mouth, but where’s the leadership, huh? Where’s the wins that matter?”
Jay Adder:
[Stopping in his tracks, turning to face Kenneth head-on.]
*”The wins? How about tonight I go out there and show *you* what leadership looks like when I beat Dallas Jordan and remind everyone that I’m the most dangerous member of this group! The problem isn’t me, Kenneth—it’s you, always holding us back with your outdated nonsense!”*
Jacob Izaz:
[Stepping between the two, raising his hands in a calming gesture.]
“Come on, guys. This isn’t helping. Tonight’s not about proving something to each other—it’s about showing the world what Generation Joint can do as a unit. Let’s not implode before we even get to the ring.”
Bellitor Adder:
[Stepping closer, speaking in a calm but firm tone.]
“Jay, if you think you can lead the way tonight, then do it. But remember, this isn’t about you versus Kenneth—it’s about Generation Joint versus the world. Let’s make that clear.”
Jay Adder:
[Smirking, turning to head toward the arena entrance.]
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it crystal clear when I leave Dallas Jordan flat on his back. Maybe then Kenneth will finally see who the real leader is.”
Kenneth D Williams:
[Muttering under his breath as they follow.]
*”We’ll see about that.”
[The group enters the arena with tension thick in the air, Bellitor shaking his head as he walks behind them, clearly concerned about keeping the team together. The camera lingers on the four as they disappear into the arena, the cracks in Generation Joint growing more apparent with each passing moment.]
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. The Malones
Backstage
Man Up
**[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where the reigning sVo Champion, **’The Bully’ Danny Domino, stands next to Katie Smith. The championship belt rests on his shoulder, and a smug, confident grin is plastered across his face as he adjusts his title slightly to make sure it shines under the lights.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the reigning sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino. Danny, last week, you successfully defended your title in a hard-fought match against Victor Holland. But all eyes remain on Carlos Vasquez, the Victory Cup winner. What are your thoughts on the man many believe is next in line to challenge you for the sVo Championship?”
Danny Domino:
[Chuckling and shaking his head.]
*”My thoughts? My thoughts are simple, Katie. Carlos Vasquez is a coward. Plain and simple. He’s been ducking and diving, playing hide-and-seek since he won that Victory Cup. He’s got this golden ticket to face me, but instead of stepping up, he’s back there, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for the ‘right moment.’ Give me a break!”
Katie Smith:
“Some might argue that Vasquez is waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard. How do you respond to that?”
Danny Domino:
[Scoffing and pointing to himself.]
*”Catch me off guard? Katie, I don’t get caught off guard. I’m always ready, always one step ahead. That’s why I’m the sVo Champion, and that’s why Vasquez is hiding in the shadows. He knows he can’t beat me in a fair fight. He’s all talk—running his mouth like he’s the big shot, but when it comes down to it? He doesn’t have the guts to face me like a man.”
[Danny leans in closer to the camera, his expression turning more intense.]
Danny Domino:
*”Carlos, I know you’re watching this. If you’ve got even a shred of guts left, stop ducking and diving. Stop waiting for the ‘perfect moment’ that’s never gonna come. Step up like a man, face me one-on-one, and I’ll show you—and everyone else—why I’m the greatest champion this company has ever seen. But if you wanna keep running, that’s fine too. I’ll just keep knocking down anyone they throw in front of me until there’s no one left.”
Katie Smith:
“Strong words from the champion. Do you think your challenge will finally bring Carlos Vasquez out to face you?”
Danny Domino:
[Grinning smugly.]
*”Oh, he’ll come out, Katie. Whether it’s because of pride, pressure, or because he finally grows a spine, he’ll come out. And when he does, I’ll do what I always do—I’ll bully him into the mat and walk out with *my* title still right here on my shoulder.”
[Danny taps the championship belt with a smirk and walks off, leaving Katie Smith to wrap up.]
Katie Smith:
*”Well, there you have it. The sVo Champion, Danny Domino, issuing a direct challenge to Carlos Vasquez. Will Vasquez step up? We’ll find out soon enough.”
[The camera fades as Katie looks toward the direction Domino exited, anticipation building.]
Backstage
Taking those Belts
[The camera follows the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, walking confidently down the hallway after their victory over the Malones. They are all smiles, high-fiving each other and basking in the glow of their win.]
Michael Sexton:
*”That’s how it’s done, bro. Smooth as silk out there.”
Lucas Sexton:
*”The Malones didn’t stand a chance. And now, it’s full steam ahead to Seasons Beatings!”
**[As they approach their locker room, their confident strides slow, and their expressions turn sour. Standing in front of their locker room door are the sVo Tag Team Champions, *Jake Hughes* and Scott Cole of the Canadian Connection. The champions lean casually against the doorframe, their championship belts gleaming over their shoulders and cocky smirks plastered across their faces.]**
Jake Hughes:
[Clapping slowly.]
*”Well, well, well. Look who’s all smiles. You boys think you’re ready for the big leagues, huh?”
Lucas Sexton:
[Crossing his arms, unimpressed.]
*”What’s the matter, Hughes? Couldn’t wait until Seasons Beatings to run your mouth?”
Scott Cole:
[Stepping forward, grinning.]
*”Oh, we don’t need to wait, Lucas. We just wanted to remind you that pinning a couple of nobodies like the Malones doesn’t mean you’re ready to take these.”
[Scott taps the championship belt on his shoulder as Michael steps closer, not backing down.]
Michael Sexton:
*”Big talk from guys who weren’t even in the ring tonight. Newsflash, Cole: You’re looking at the next sVo Tag Team Champions.”
Jake Hughes:
[Laughing.]
*”Is that so? Listen, boys, enjoy the ride while it lasts, because in two weeks, it’s gonna end the same way it always does—with the Canadian Connection standing tall, and you two looking up at the lights wondering where it all went wrong.”
[Lucas takes a step forward, getting right in Hughes’s face.]
Lucas Sexton:
*”Keep talking, Hughes. When we take those belts at Seasons Beatings, I’ll make sure to send you a postcard from the *big leagues*.”
Scott Cole:
[Smirking.]
*”Cute. You better bring more than talk, because the last thing you want is to find out just how hard the Canadian Connection hits.”
[The tension in the air crackles as the two teams stare each other down, neither backing away. After a long beat, Hughes and Cole chuckle, backing off slightly but still smug.]
Jake Hughes:
*”We’ll see you at Seasons Beatings. Don’t be late.”
[The Canadian Connection turn and walk away down the hallway, their laughter echoing as the Sin City Scoundrels watch them go, fire in their eyes.]
Michael Sexton:
[Looking to Lucas.]
*”Hope they’re ready, bro. Two weeks from now, we’re taking those belts.”
Lucas Sexton:
*”Damn right we are.”
[The camera lingers on the determined faces of the Sin City Scoundrels before fading to black.]
Single Match
Trailer Trash Terry vs. Bronson Martinez
Backstage
A Problem to Solve
**[The camera transitions to the Blood Money locker room, where Anthony Moretti, the commanding boss of the mafia-themed group, is seated in the center of a plush leather couch. Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo are perched on either side, casually checking their gear, while the imposing figure of **Joe Barone, nicknamed “The Problem Solver,” stands nearby, adjusting his wrist tape. Moretti’s sharp, calculating eyes fix on Barone.]
Anthony Moretti:
*”Alright, listen up. Tonight’s not just another match, Joey. It’s a message. A preview of what’s gonna happen at Seasons Beatings when I take care of Curtis Knight and Johnny All Star once and for all.”
[Joe Barone nods silently, his expression stoic as he tightens his gloves.]
Anthony Moretti:
*”We’ve already got the Legends Club rattled. Knight’s out there pretending he’s the big shot, but we all know he’s cracking under the pressure. Horizon? They’re too busy trying to figure out if All Star’s still got it. That means *we*—Blood Money—have the upper hand.”
[Moretti leans forward, his tone growing sharper.]
Anthony Moretti:
*”But tonight, Joey, I need you to remind everyone why we’re the ones running this place. You’re stepping in there with Gunner Lang and Athena. Make ‘em regret they ever thought they could hang with us.”
[Barone cracks his knuckles, his hulking frame exuding confidence.]
Joe Barone:
*”Don’t worry, boss. By the time I’m done, they’ll be picking pieces of Athena and Lang off the mat.”
Junior Gambino:
[Laughing.]
*”Just don’t leave too much of a mess, huh? We don’t want the janitors complaining again.”
Nicky Columbo:
*”Yeah, Barone, just keep it clean enough so they can crawl to Seasons Beatings and get what’s comin’ to them.”
[Moretti smirks, clearly pleased with the morale of his crew. He stands, straightening his expensive suit jacket as he claps a hand on Barone’s shoulder.]
Anthony Moretti:
*”That’s what I like to hear. Go out there, do what you do best, and make sure *everyone* knows that when Blood Money’s in the picture, there’s only one outcome: We’re on top.”
[Barone nods again, determination written all over his face as he heads for the door. The rest of Blood Money exchange smirks, clearly confident in their enforcer.]
Anthony Moretti:
[Calling after him.]
*”And Joey—don’t just win. *Dominate*.”
[Barone pauses at the door, looking back with a grin.]
Joe Barone:
*”Boss, you already know.”
[Barone exits as the camera lingers on the smug, confident faces of the remaining Blood Money members, Moretti settling back into his chair with an air of satisfaction. The screen fades out as the sound of their laughter echoes through the locker room.]
Backstage
Waiting Game
[The camera transitions to the interview area backstage, where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is the ever-charismatic Carlos Vasquez, known as ‘The Miami Maverick.’ Vasquez is dressed sharply, his Victory Cup trophy glinting nearby on a pedestal. He adjusts his sunglasses and smirks as Katie begins the interview.]
Katie Smith:
“Carlos, thank you for joining me. Last week, the sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, had some strong words for you. He said he’s tired of waiting and wants you to step up and face him like a man. What’s your response?”
[Vasquez chuckles, tilting his head back slightly before leaning into the microphone.]
Carlos Vasquez:
*”Katie, Katie, Katie… You think I care about what *Danny Domino* says? That little perro can bark all he wants, but I’m not on his time—I’m on my time.”*
[He removes his sunglasses and looks directly into the camera, his smirk growing wider.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“See, Domino’s scared, and I get it. He knows his days are numbered. I didn’t win the Victory Cup just to rush into things, chica. No, I’m gonna pick my spot, and when I do? He’s gonna realize why they call me ‘The Miami Maverick.’”
[Katie nods, trying to press further.]
Katie Smith:
“But Carlos, the fans are eager to see you cash in your title shot. Don’t you feel any pressure to step up soon?”
[Vasquez shakes his head, waving off the question with a confident laugh.]
Carlos Vasquez:
“Pressure? Katie, pressure’s for amateurs, and I’m no amateur. I’ve got Domino right where I want him. Every time he steps in that ring, he’s looking over his shoulder, wondering if tonight’s the night I come for him. That’s the beauty of being the Victory Cup winner—I control the game, and Domino? He’s just the piece I’m about to knock off the board.”
[Katie leans in, curious.]
Katie Smith:
“So, when will you make your move?”
[Vasquez puts his sunglasses back on and flashes a cocky grin.]
Carlos Vasquez:
*”When I’m ready, Katie. And when I do? The sVo Championship is coming back to Miami, and there’s nothing Domino—or anyone else—can do about it. So tell him to keep that belt warm, because it’s only a matter of time before the *real* champ takes his throne.”*
[With that, Vasquez grabs his Victory Cup trophy from the pedestal and walks off with a confident swagger, leaving Katie to turn back to the camera.]
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. Carlos Vasquez is playing the waiting game, and Danny Domino might want to keep a close eye on his back. Back to you at ringside!”
Roulette Championship Match
Ali Young (c) vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
Sending a Message
[The scene unfolds in the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where Ali Young stands triumphantly in the center of the ring, her Roulette Championship belt hoisted high above her head. The crowd erupts into boos, expressing their disapproval of her underhanded tactics throughout the match. Victor Holland lies on the mat, still recovering from the grueling contest that just concluded.]
[Ali Young, smirking, drapes the championship over her shoulder and gestures mockingly to the crowd. The camera catches glimpses of signs in the audience, some cheering for Victor and others condemning Ali’s victory.]
Julian Fiasco (commentator):
“Ali Young retains the Roulette Championship, but what a disgraceful way to do it! She bent the rules, and now she’s out here acting like she’s won fair and square!”
Jeremiah Sloan (commentator):
“Say what you will, Julian, but Ali Young is still the champion. Victor Holland gave it his all, but it just wasn’t enough tonight.”
[As Ali continues to gloat, the mood shifts. The crowd’s boos grow louder as Puck, her Canadian Connection ally, slides into the ring from behind Victor Holland, a malicious look in his eyes.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Wait a minute! What’s Puck doing out here? The match is over!”
[Puck wastes no time, stomping viciously on Victor Holland, who struggles to defend himself after the exhausting match. Ali Young, instead of intervening, steps back with a satisfied smirk, watching her teammate inflict further damage.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“This is unnecessary! Victor Holland already fought his heart out—this is just adding insult to injury!”
**[Puck pulls Holland to his feet and plants him back down with a devastating **spike piledriver, sending a clear message to the young star. Ali Young applauds mockingly, raising her championship high above her head as the crowd’s boos reach a fever pitch.]
[Ali grabs a microphone, leaning over Holland’s fallen body while Puck stands menacingly beside her.]
Ali Young:
*”Victor Holland… you thought tonight was your moment, huh? You thought you could take this from me? Sweetheart, this belt is staying *exactly* where it belongs—with the Canadian Connection. And if you—or anyone else—thinks otherwise…”*
[She looks up at Puck, who cracks his knuckles ominously.]
Ali Young:
“…well, you just got a little preview of what happens. Consider this your final warning.”
[Ali tosses the microphone aside as she and Puck stand tall in the ring, towering over Victor Holland. The crowd chants “You suck!” as the camera pans to officials rushing down the ramp to check on Holland.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Absolutely disgusting behavior from Ali Young and Puck! Victor Holland didn’t deserve this!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Whether you like it or not, Julian, the Canadian Connection just sent a message to the entire locker room. They’re willing to do whatever it takes to stay on top!”
[The show cuts to a commercial break, leaving the image of Ali Young and Puck standing victorious and smug in the center of the ring as the chorus of boos continues.]
Backstage
Redemption
[The scene opens in the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand, next to the popular Chicago wrestler Johnny Dorn. The crowd cheers loudly from the arena as Dorn, wearing his signature leather jacket, looks fired up.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Johnny Dorn, who in just two weeks at Seasons Beatings will challenge Alex Sterling for the Las Vegas Championship. Johnny, how are you feeling heading into one of the biggest matches of your career?”
Johnny Dorn:
“Katie, let me tell you something—this isn’t just a match for me. It’s redemption. I’ve been waiting to get my hands back on the Las Vegas Championship ever since I lost it, and now, I’ve got the perfect opportunity. I respect what Alex Sterling has done, but at Seasons Beatings, I’m walking out of that ring with—”
[Before Dorn can finish, a smug voice interrupts from off-screen.]
Alex Sterling (from a distance):
“Blah, blah, blah, Dorn. Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”
**[The camera pans over to reveal **Alex Sterling, the reigning Las Vegas Champion, sauntering into the frame. Dressed in a sharp leather jacket and sunglasses, Sterling smirks as he casually holds the Las Vegas Championship belt over his shoulder. The crowd erupts into a mix of boos and cheers at the sudden interruption.]
Johnny Dorn:
“Sterling. You got something to say, or did you just come here to stroke your ego?”
Alex Sterling:
“Oh, I’ve got something to say, alright. You? Winning this title back?”
[Sterling adjusts the championship on his shoulder and leans in slightly closer, a mocking grin on his face.]
Alex Sterling:
*”It’s not happening, Johnny. You’re living in the past, man. Sure, you had your time, but this belt? It’s staying with me. You can’t hang with the *LA Luminary. I’m faster, I’m smarter, and frankly, I’m just plain better.”
[Dorn clenches his fists, his jaw tightening as he stares at Sterling, but he keeps his cool. Sterling, clearly enjoying the moment, takes the Las Vegas Championship from his shoulder and holds it up between them.]
Alex Sterling:
“You see this? This is the closest you’re ever going to get to touching it again. Take a good, long look, Johnny, because after Seasons Beatings, you’re going to be just another guy who couldn’t get the job done.”
[Sterling waves the belt in Dorn’s face, a smirk never leaving his lips. Dorn finally snaps, stepping forward and forcing Sterling to take a step back.]
Johnny Dorn:
*”You think this is a game, Sterling? Keep underestimating me, and you’ll find out the hard way why I held that championship in the first place. At Seasons Beatings, there’s not going to be anywhere to run, and when that bell rings, you’ll be looking up at me holding *your* belt. Mark my words.”*
[The tension in the room is palpable as the two men lock eyes. Sterling chuckles, steps back, and casually slings the title over his shoulder again.]
Alex Sterling:
“We’ll see, Johnny. We’ll see.”
[Sterling turns and walks off, leaving Dorn glaring after him, the fire of determination burning in his eyes. Katie Smith looks between the two men, clearly feeling the intensity of the moment.]
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. The war of words between Johnny Dorn and Alex Sterling is heating up, and it’s all leading to their Las Vegas Championship clash at Seasons Beatings!”
[The segment fades out with Dorn still standing in place, focused and ready for the fight of his life.]
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Dallas Jordan
Ringside
Team Work Makes the Dream Work
**[The match has just concluded, and the fans inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena are split between boos and cheers as *Jay Adder* raises his hand in victory. Dallas Jordan rolls out of the ring, clearly frustrated, as his allies from Patriot Act, Travis Armstrong and Lance Abbott, quickly help him to his feet and pat him on the back in consolation. Meanwhile, in the ring, Jay Adder snatches a microphone from the ring announcer, pacing back and forth with an intense expression as Kenneth D Williams and Jacob Izaz, his Generation Joint teammates, tentatively join him.]**
Jay Adder:
“Cut the music! Cut it now!”
[The music dies down as the crowd quiets, curious about what Adder has to say. Adder points a finger at Williams and Izaz, his tone dripping with frustration.]
Jay Adder:
“What the hell was that out there, huh?!”
[Kenneth D Williams raises his hands defensively, but Adder doesn’t give him a chance to speak.]
Jay Adder:
“You call yourselves my teammates? My brothers? Where were you when I needed you?!”
[Adder gestures toward Dallas Jordan, who is now at the bottom of the entrance ramp with Patriot Act. They glare back at him, smirking, as Armstrong and Abbott encourage Jordan.]
Jay Adder:
“I just went to war with three guys out there! Dallas Jordan, Lance Abbott, Travis Armstrong—ALL of them in his corner. You think I didn’t see them trying to get involved, huh? And what did I have in my corner? Two passengers just standing around, twiddling their thumbs!”
[The crowd reacts with a mix of boos and laughter at the insult. Kenneth D Williams steps forward, visibly annoyed.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Hey, hold on a second, Jay. You didn’t need our help out there. You handled business, like we knew you would. We’re here to support you, not fight your battles for you!”
Jay Adder:
“Support me?! Standing there and looking pretty isn’t support, Kenneth! I’m out here proving myself, proving this group is worth something, while you and Jacob just coast along and play backup singers!”
[Jacob Izaz looks like he’s about to say something but stops himself, unsure how to defuse the situation. Jay Adder, still seething, steps closer to Williams, his voice lowering but remaining sharp.]
Jay Adder:
*”I’m tired of carrying this group on my back. If Generation Joint is going to mean anything around here, it’s going to be because *I’m* the one making it happen. And if you two aren’t going to pull your weight, maybe it’s time I rethink who I call teammates.”*
[The crowd reacts with a shocked murmur, and Kenneth D Williams steps up, chest-to-chest with Adder, the tension rising.]
Kenneth D Williams:
*”You better watch how you talk to me, Jay. We’re all in this together. You want to act like you’re above the team? Maybe you’re the one holding *us* back.”*
[The fans cheer loudly as the two get in each other’s faces, the disagreement threatening to boil over. Izaz quickly steps between them, pushing them apart.]
Jacob Izaz:
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cool it, both of you! This is exactly what everyone else wants—us tearing each other apart. We’re a team, damn it! Let’s start acting like it!”
[Adder reluctantly backs off, his scowl still fixed on Williams. Williams crosses his arms, clearly frustrated but choosing not to escalate further. Outside the ring, Patriot Act and Dallas Jordan watch the drama unfold with smug grins, clearly enjoying the dysfunction.]
Jay Adder:
“Fine. But next time, don’t just stand there like decorations. If I have to do this all alone again, I won’t need either of you.”
[Adder throws the microphone to the mat with a loud thud and exits the ring, walking up the ramp without looking back at his teammates. Williams shakes his head, visibly annoyed, while Izaz looks disappointed as the tension within Generation Joint hangs in the air. The camera cuts to Patriot Act, who mockingly applaud Adder as the scene fades out.]
Backstage
Who Wants a Seasons Beating
**[The camera cuts to the lavish office of COO *Amy Page*, located backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The room is adorned with plush furniture, modern artwork, and a large mahogany desk at the center. Amy Page is seated behind the desk, typing on her laptop, when the door swings open without a knock. The sVo Champion, **‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, strides in confidently, the championship belt slung arrogantly over his shoulder.]
Danny Domino:
“Knock, knock, Amy. Hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”
[Page glances up, seemingly unfazed by the intrusion. She offers a sly smile, leaning back in her chair.]
Amy Page:
“Danny, you’re always welcome. What can I do for the champ?”
[Domino smirks, adjusts the title on his shoulder, and flops down onto one of the chairs across from her desk. He kicks his feet up onto the edge of the desk, completely at ease.]
Danny Domino:
*”That’s exactly why I’m here. See, *champ* doesn’t mean much if I don’t have someone to knock around in the ring. Seasons Beatings is two weeks away, and I don’t even know what I’m doing yet. What gives?”*
[Page raises an eyebrow but doesn’t seem irritated by Domino’s casual demeanor.]
Amy Page:
“Well, last time I checked, the Victory Cup winner, Carlos Vasquez, is next in line. Seems pretty straightforward to me.”
[Domino snorts derisively, shaking his head.]
Danny Domino:
“Yeah, about that… Vasquez has been all talk, no action. He’s ducking me, Amy. I’ve called him out, I’ve told him to step up, and what does he do? Nothing. He’s too scared to face me, and can you blame him? He knows he’s out of his league.”
[Page leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk, and clasps her hands together.]
Amy Page:
“You might be right, Danny. Vasquez hasn’t exactly been decisive about cashing in that Victory Cup, has he?”
Danny Domino:
“Exactly! So here’s the deal—I’m not wasting my time on someone who’s too scared to take a swing at greatness. But Seasons Beatings is a marquee event, and I’m the marquee attraction. If Vasquez won’t step up, you need to find me someone who will. I’m not letting this belt sit on the sidelines because he’s too much of a coward.”
[Page nods slowly, seemingly considering his words. Then she smiles, her tone dripping with reassurance.]
Amy Page:
“You make a good point, Danny. We can’t have the sVo Champion sitting out on one of the biggest shows of the year. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you have an opponent at Seasons Beatings. Someone worthy of stepping into the ring with you.”
[Domino grins, leaning back even further in his chair, clearly satisfied with her response.]
Danny Domino:
*”That’s what I like to hear, Amy. Just remember—you and I? We’re the reason this place is thriving. You make the calls, I make the headlines, and together we keep this ship running. Just make sure whoever you find isn’t another Vasquez. I need someone I can *break.”
[Page smirks, her eyes narrowing slightly.]
Amy Page:
“Trust me, Danny. Whoever I choose, they’ll make sure you’re not bored. But don’t get too comfortable—you never know what might happen on the way to Seasons Beatings.”
[Domino chuckles and stands up, adjusting the title on his shoulder again.]
Danny Domino:
*”Comfortable? Amy, I *thrive* on pressure. Just don’t keep me waiting too long—I’ve got a show to steal.”*
[With that, Domino heads for the door, his confidence radiating with every step. Page watches him leave, a calculating look crossing her face as the camera zooms in on her expression. The scene fades out, leaving fans to wonder who she’ll line up for the arrogant champion.]
Triple Threat Match
Joe Barone vs. Gunner Lang vs. Athena
Ringside
The End of the Line
[The camera cuts back to the ring where the victorious Joe Barone stands, arms raised in triumph. The fans’ cheers are mixed with boos as the mafia enforcer revels in his hard-fought victory over Gunner Lang and Athena. He smirks, staring out at the crowd as the referee hands him a microphone. Joe’s voice echoes through the arena.]
Joe Barone:
“That’s right, I’m the Problem Solver, and I just made my point. At Seasons Beatings, we’re not just going to settle the score, we’re going to make history. And when the dust settles, Blood Money will still reign supreme. You’re all looking at the future of this company!”
**[Joe drops the mic with a thud and stands tall, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd as his theme music hits. He climbs to the second rope, eyes scanning the arena with a wicked smile. The camera cuts to a backstage monitor where *Anthony Moretti* is watching intently, his eyes cold and calculating.]**
Anthony Moretti (to himself):
“Two weeks. Only one of us walks out with the power. I’ll make sure it’s me.”
**[The screen splits, showing *Curtis Knight* in another part of the backstage area. He clenches his fists, jaw set with determination, and speaks aloud.]**
Curtis Knight:
“We’ve come too far to lose now. The Legends Club won’t just survive—we will conquer.”
**[The camera shifts again to **Johnny All Star, standing in a dark corner of the arena, his arms crossed as he watches the monitor in front of him. His expression is a mix of exhaustion and resolve. He scoffs slightly before muttering under his breath.]
Johnny All Star:
“Everyone thinks this is over. But it’s just getting started. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring Horizon back to the top.”
[The scene shifts back to the ring, where Joe Barone stands, staring at the ramp, eyes locked on the entrance as if daring any challenger to step out. The camera pans across the arena, the anticipation thick in the air as the arena lights dim, creating an ominous atmosphere.]
[Voiceover by commentator Julian Fiasco:]
“The clock is ticking, and with only two weeks left until Seasons Beatings, the stakes have never been higher. The fate of Blood Money, Horizon, and the Legends Club will be decided in that ring, and only one will emerge victorious. Who will stand tall when the dust settles?”
[The camera cuts to a final shot of the arena, the crowd on edge, waiting for the monumental showdown that will determine the future of the sVo. Fade out as the screen goes black with the “Seasons Beatings PPV” logo and date on the screen.]
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