sVo Showdown 209
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
29th December 2024
[The show opens with the camera panning across the roaring crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas. The festive energy is palpable as fans wave signs and cheer for their favorite stars. The pyro explodes at the entrance ramp, lighting up the arena in brilliant colors as “Showdown” blares over the speakers. The camera cuts to the commentary table, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are seated, ready to kick off the final sVo event of the year.]
Julian Fiasco: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 209, live from the historic Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada! I’m Julian Fiasco, joined as always by Jeremiah Sloan, and what a show we’ve got lined up for you tonight!
Jeremiah Sloan: That’s right, Julian! We’re just one week removed from an unforgettable Seasons Beatings PPV, and the landscape of the sVo has been shaken to its core. Legends have left, titles have changed hands, and shocking betrayals have left us all reeling!
Julian Fiasco: Let’s run it down, Jeremiah! At Seasons Beatings, Danny Domino solidified his reign by defeating the legendary Night to retain his sVo Championship. But with Carlos Vasquez looming as the Victory Cup winner, the champion can’t rest easy for long!
Jeremiah Sloan: And how about that triple threat match? Anthony Moretti proved why he’s one of the most ruthless competitors in sVo history, defeating both Johnny All Star and Curtis Knight! Now, All Star, Knight, and their factions are gone from the sVo, and Blood Money stands alone at the top.
Julian Fiasco: Plus, we crowned new sVo Tag Team Champions as the Sin City Scoundrels shocked the world, defeating the Canadian Connection in an instant classic! The Connection isn’t happy about it, and they’ll be looking to bounce back tonight when they take on the Southern Boys!
Jeremiah Sloan: And let’s not forget about the betrayal that rocked Generation Joint to its core! After Kenneth D Williams defeated Jay Adder, Jacob Izaz stunned everyone by turning on Williams. Tonight, Izaz will have to back up his actions when he faces Jake Blackwood!
Julian Fiasco: And speaking of personal rivalries, we’ve got Puck taking on Victor Holland after weeks of tension between the two, and Joe Barone looking to make a statement against Trailer Trash Terry.
Jeremiah Sloan: And in our main event, the Las Vegas Championship is on the line as Alex Sterling defends against his old rival Johnny Dorn! These two have been at each other’s throats for weeks, and tonight it all comes to a head!
Julian Fiasco: It’s the last sVo show of the year, and we’re going out with a bang! Let’s get the action underway!
[The camera cuts to the ring as the opening match competitors make their way to the stage, and the crowd erupts with excitement.]
Tag Team Match
The Canadian Connection vs. The Southern Boys
Backstage
The Future
[The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the members of Blood Money—Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Nicky Columbo, and Junior Gambino—are strutting into the building. Dressed in sharp suits and exuding confidence, the group looks like they’re on top of the world after Moretti’s monumental victory at Seasons Beatings.]
Anthony Moretti: (grinning as he adjusts his cufflinks) What’d I tell you, huh? Nobody does it better than Blood Money. Horizon? Gone. Legends Club? Gone. The sVo? Ours for the taking.
Nicky Columbo: (smirking) You called it, boss. They didn’t stand a chance against the Don.
Junior Gambino: (laughing) You shoulda seen the look on All Star’s face. Priceless. And Curtis Knight? That guy’s gonna be tellin’ ghost stories back home about you, Moretti.
[The group laughs as they stop near a monitor, where a replay of Moretti pinning Johnny All Star is showing. Moretti glances at it with pride before turning his attention to the towering presence of Joe Barone, who stands silently behind him with his arms crossed.]
Anthony Moretti: (turning to Barone) Now, Joe… it’s time we make sure everybody knows Blood Money doesn’t just run the sVo—we dominate it. I did my part last week. Now, it’s your turn. Tonight, you’ve got Trailer Trash Terry, and I wanna see you make an example out of him.
[Barone nods stoically, his expression unchanging, as Moretti steps closer to him.]
Anthony Moretti: (pointing at Barone’s chest) No more playin’ second fiddle. No more just bein’ “the Problem Solver.” You’re gonna step into that ring tonight and remind everyone why you’re the muscle behind Blood Money. It’s time you grabbed the spotlight, Joe. You hear me?
[Barone stares down at Moretti for a moment before giving a slow, deliberate nod. His knuckles crack as he clenches his fists.]
Joe Barone: (low, gravelly voice) Understood.
[Moretti smirks and claps Barone on the shoulder.]
Anthony Moretti: That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go show these people why Blood Money is the future of the sVo.
[The group continues walking down the hallway, their confidence radiating as the camera lingers on Barone, whose imposing figure and focused expression suggest that Trailer Trash Terry might be in for a very bad night.]
[The segment fades out as Blood Money disappears down the corridor, the sound of their laughter echoing in the arena.]
Single Match
Jacob Izaz vs. Jake Blackwood
Ringside
Explanation
[The camera returns to the ring, where Jacob Izaz stands tall after his victory over Jake Blackwood. Jay Adder and Bellitor Adder slide into the ring, applauding Izaz’s win as the fans in the Goodfellas Casino Arena boo loudly. Izaz smirks and motions for a microphone, which Bellitor quickly hands him. The boos grow louder as Izaz raises the mic to his lips.]
Jacob Izaz: (grinning) Oh, what’s the matter, Vegas? You don’t like what you’re seeing?
[The crowd responds with a chorus of boos, but Izaz just laughs.]
Jacob Izaz: Let me guess—you’re all still mad about what happened to your precious Kenneth D Williams last week. You think I betrayed him. You think I turned my back on him.
[The crowd roars in agreement, chanting “You sold out! You sold out!” as Izaz shakes his head, mocking them.]
Jacob Izaz: Nah, nah, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t sell out—I stepped up.
[Jay Adder nods in approval, patting Izaz on the back as Izaz continues.]
Jacob Izaz: See, Kenneth D Williams might’ve created Generation Joint, but let’s face it—he was holding us back. The guy didn’t have the guts, the vision, or the leadership to take us to the next level. We’ve been spinning our wheels for too long, and last week I made the decision to do what was best for all of us.
[He gestures to Jay and Bellitor Adder, who nod in agreement.]
Jacob Izaz: With Jay Adder in charge, we’ve finally got a chance to make a name for ourselves. No more playing nice, no more waiting for an opportunity—we’re gonna take what we deserve. And if you don’t like it?
[Izaz pauses, soaking in the boos before leaning into the mic.]
Jacob Izaz: Tough luck.
[The crowd erupts with jeers as Jay Adder takes the microphone, stepping forward with an intense look.]
Jay Adder: (smirking) Kenneth D Williams was nothing but dead weight. But now? Now, Generation Joint is stronger, smarter, and more dangerous than ever. And with Jacob Izaz at my side, there’s nobody in the sVo who can stop us.
[Bellitor Adder steps forward, clapping for both men and smiling wickedly as the crowd continues to boo.]
Jacob Izaz: (grinning again) So go ahead, keep crying about Kenneth D Williams. But while you’re doing that, we’re gonna be making history.
[Izaz throws the microphone down as the three members of Generation Joint stand tall in the ring, raising their arms as the crowd continues to jeer. The camera focuses on their smug expressions before fading out to a commercial break.]
Backstage
Time to End it
[The scene opens backstage in the interview area, where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is Victor Holland, looking focused and ready for his upcoming match. The crowd can be heard cheering from the arena as Katie begins.]
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Victor Holland.
[The camera pans to Victor Holland, who nods to the camera, his intensity evident.]
Katie Smith: Victor, you’re moments away from stepping into the ring with Puck, a man who’s made it his mission to target you over the past few weeks. Tonight, you finally have the chance to settle things one-on-one. What’s your mindset heading into this match?
Victor Holland: (leaning into the mic) Mindset? Katie, my mindset is crystal clear. Puck’s been running his mouth and ambushing me at every opportunity, trying to prove that his time hasn’t passed. But here’s the thing—he’s picked the wrong guy to make an example out of.
[The crowd cheers as Holland continues, his voice steady but full of fire.]
Victor Holland: Puck’s a tough guy, no doubt about it. He’s been around, he’s fought wars, and he’s earned his stripes. But me? I’m not just another up-and-comer for him to push around. I’m here to make a name for myself, and I’ll be damned if I let a bitter, washed-up veteran like Puck stand in my way.
Katie Smith: (nodding) Strong words, Victor. But Puck has shown he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win, even bending the rules. Are you prepared for the lengths he might go to tonight?
Victor Holland: (smirking) Katie, I’ve been preparing for guys like Puck my whole career. He can try to bend the rules, break the rules—it doesn’t matter. I’m faster, I’m stronger, and most importantly, I’m hungrier than he is.
[The crowd cheers again as Holland steps closer to the camera.]
Victor Holland: Tonight, I’m not just fighting for myself. I’m fighting to show everyone, including Puck, that this is my time. He can bring all his tricks, his cheap shots, whatever he’s got—it won’t be enough.
[Holland looks directly into the camera, his intensity radiating.]
Victor Holland: Puck, I know you’re watching this. You’ve been a thorn in my side for weeks, but tonight? Tonight, I’m pulling that thorn out for good.
[Holland steps back as Katie Smith closes the interview.]
Katie Smith: Strong words from Victor Holland as he prepares for his showdown with Puck. Will he finally put an end to this rivalry? Stay tuned to find out!
[The camera fades out as Holland walks off-screen, determination etched on his face.]
Single Match
Puck vs. Victor Holland
Backstage
Opportunity to Shine
[The camera cuts backstage to the office of sVo COO Amy Page. The sleek, modern office is flanked by her ever-present enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, who stand like statues near the door. The atmosphere is tense as the door bursts open, and “The LA Luminary” Alex Sterling storms in, visibly furious and holding his Las Vegas Championship over his shoulder.]
Alex Sterling: (pointing at Amy Page) What the hell is this, Amy? You’ve got me defending my Las Vegas Championship against Johnny Dorn again tonight? I beat him fair and square last week at Seasons Beatings! What’s the deal?
[Amy Page looks up from her desk, calm and collected, as if she expected this confrontation. She leans back in her chair, a slight smirk on her lips.]
Amy Page: (coolly) Alex, first of all, you’re welcome. That championship over your shoulder? You’re holding it because I gave you the opportunities to shine. But let me make one thing perfectly clear—you’re the Las Vegas Champion, which means you defend that title whenever I say so.
Alex Sterling: (leaning over the desk) This is garbage, Amy! Dorn had his shot, and he blew it. You’re just handing him another opportunity? Why?
Amy Page: (calmly folding her hands) Johnny Dorn earned this rematch by pushing you to your limits at Seasons Beatings. The fans want it, and as COO, I deliver what’s best for the sVo—and for business.
[Sterling glares at her, shaking his head in frustration. He steps back and points to Scott Washington and Rick Reid, who remain stoic but intimidating.]
Alex Sterling: Oh, I see what this is. You’ve got these two gorillas standing here, and you think you can push me around? I’m the face of this division, Amy! I’m the one putting butts in seats, not Johnny Dorn!
[Amy Page rises from her chair, her demeanor turning icy.]
Amy Page: (firmly) You’re right about one thing, Alex—you are the face of this division. But being the face comes with responsibilities. And one of those responsibilities is doing what’s best for the company. Tonight, you defend that title against Dorn. You don’t like it? Too bad. You either walk out there and do your job, or you can hand me that title right now and I’ll find someone who will.
[Sterling looks taken aback, glancing at Washington and Reid, who still haven’t moved but look ready to act if necessary. He clenches his jaw, then adjusts the championship on his shoulder.]
Alex Sterling: (gritting his teeth) Fine. I’ll defend the damn belt. But when I beat Dorn again tonight, this is the last time I deal with him. You hear me?
Amy Page: (smiling) Loud and clear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a show to run.
[Sterling glares at her one more time before turning and storming out of the office. The camera lingers on Amy Page, who sits back down, her smirk returning, as Washington and Reid exchange a knowing glance before the scene fades out.]
Single Match
Joe Barone vs. Trailer Trash Terry
Backstage
ANDNEW
[The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is standing by with a microphone in hand. Flanking her are the brand-new sVo Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton. Both men are dressed in sharp suits, with their freshly won championship belts draped proudly over their shoulders. The smug expressions on their faces immediately draw boos from the live crowd watching on the arena screen.]
Katie Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, the new sVo Tag Team Champions, Michael and Lucas Sexton—the Sin City Scoundrels!
[Michael smirks and mockingly tips an imaginary hat to Katie, while Lucas adjusts his belt and admires it as if it’s a priceless artifact.]
Katie Smith: Last week at the Seasons Beatings PPV, you two shocked the world by defeating the Canadian Connection to claim these titles. How does it feel to finally be on top of the tag team division?
Michael Sexton: (grinning) Shocked the world, Katie? Oh, please. The only thing shocking about last week was how long it took us to get what we’ve deserved from day one. The Sin City Scoundrels are the best-looking, smartest, and most talented team in this entire company. These belts? They’re just confirmation of what everyone already knew.
Lucas Sexton: (leaning in) Katie, you’re looking at greatness. The Canadian Connection? They were nothing more than placeholders. They walked around like they owned the division, but last week, we proved they were frauds. And now, the real champions are here.
Katie Smith: (raising an eyebrow) Well, some would say your win wasn’t exactly… clean.
Michael Sexton: (mock gasping) Oh no, Katie, don’t tell me you’re buying into that nonsense! Look, we did what champions do—we found a way to win. And if the Canadian Connection couldn’t keep up, that’s on them, not us.
Lucas Sexton: (smirking) Exactly. Wrestling isn’t just about muscles and moves; it’s about brains. And let’s face it, Michael and I have more brains in one pinky than Jake Hughes and Scott Cole have combined.
Katie Smith: (glancing at the belts) So, what’s next for the Sin City Scoundrels as the new sVo Tag Team Champions?
Michael Sexton: (smirking) What’s next, Katie? Domination. We’re not just champions; we’re the future of this division. The Canadian Connection? Old news. Any other team that wants a shot? Step up if you dare, but let’s be real—you’re all just lining up to lose.
Lucas Sexton: (grinning) And Katie, I hope the rest of the tag division was paying attention last week, because what happened to the Canadian Connection? That was just the beginning. We’re not here to play fair; we’re here to win. And if you don’t like it? Too bad.
[Michael adjusts his belt and looks directly into the camera, his smirk growing wider.]
Michael Sexton: The Sin City Scoundrels are the new gold standard of tag team wrestling, Katie. Get used to it.
[With that, Michael and Lucas turn and walk off, confidently laughing as they leave Katie standing there. She shakes her head as the camera fades back to the arena.]
Backstage
Vendetta
[The camera cuts to a shot of Carlos Vasquez, “The Miami Maverick,” walking down the hallway of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. He’s dressed to the nines in a white suit, gold chains gleaming under the lights, and his Victory Cup trophy slung casually over one shoulder. With his signature cocky swagger, Vasquez approaches the door to COO Amy Page’s office and, without knocking, pushes it open.]
Amy Page: (looking up from her desk, flanked by her enforcers Scott Washington and Rick Reid) Carlos. What a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Carlos Vasquez: (grinning as he places the Victory Cup trophy down on her desk) Amy, mi amiga, I’ve been holding onto this bad boy long enough, don’t you think? It’s time I cash in.
[Amy Page raises an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly with a curious expression.]
Amy Page: Is that so? And here I thought you were enjoying playing mind games with the champ. When are we doing this?
Carlos Vasquez: (chuckling, leaning casually on the desk) Oh, don’t worry, I still got some games left to play. That’s why I’m thinking… the Vendetta PPV. February 23rd. Gives me plenty of time to mess with Domino’s head before I take that title off his greasy little hands.
[Scott Washington and Rick Reid exchange glances, smirking at Vasquez’s audacity, while Amy Page taps her pen on the desk thoughtfully.]
Amy Page: Vendetta, huh? You want the spotlight, the stage, the perfect moment to make your move?
Carlos Vasquez: (smirking) You know me, Amy. I don’t just want to win—I want to make it unforgettable.
[Amy Page leans back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face as she nods.]
Amy Page: Fine. Vendetta it is. I’ll make it official—Carlos Vasquez versus Danny Domino for the sVo Championship. But if you’re going to spend the next two months screwing with my champion, don’t get carried away. I’ve got enough chaos to deal with as it is.
Carlos Vasquez: (laughing and stepping back toward the door) Chaos? Oh, Amy, you haven’t seen chaos yet.
[Vasquez grabs his trophy off the desk, turns on his heel, and saunters toward the door. Just as he reaches it, he looks back over his shoulder, his grin wide and devilish.]
Carlos Vasquez: See you at Vendetta, boss lady.
[Vasquez exits, his laughter echoing down the hallway. Amy Page shakes her head with a bemused smile, while Scott Washington and Rick Reid share a look that says they’re ready for whatever comes next. The camera lingers on Page as she picks up her phone to presumably start setting things in motion.]
Amy Page: (to herself) Vendetta, huh? This is going to be interesting.
[The camera fades out, transitioning back to the arena.]
sVo Las Vegas Championship Match
Alex Sterling (c) vs. Johnny Dorn
Ringside
Walking out the the Gold
[The bell rings, signaling the end of the sixty-minute match between Alex Sterling and Johnny Dorn. Both men are utterly exhausted, sweat dripping from their faces as they stagger to opposite corners of the ring. The referee raises both hands, signaling the time-limit draw. The fans erupt in mixed reactions—some booing the inconclusive result, but most loudly chanting “DORN! DORN! DORN!” in support of the challenger.]
[Alex Sterling, clutching his Las Vegas Championship belt, looks irate. He glares at the referee, then at Dorn, shaking his head in disbelief. The champion quickly rolls out of the ring, his face a mixture of frustration and relief, as he clutches the title close to his chest.]
Jeremiah Sloan: What an unbelievable contest! Sixty minutes of non-stop action, and it ends in a draw! Neither man could put the other away!
Julian Fiasco: Yeah, but let’s not forget who’s walking out with the gold, Sloan! Alex Sterling may not be happy, but he’s still the Las Vegas Champion. That’s what matters!
[Johnny Dorn, still in the ring, pushes himself up using the ropes, breathing heavily. He looks out at the cheering fans, nodding his head in appreciation. Dorn slaps the top rope in frustration, clearly upset at the result, but the crowd’s chants for him grow even louder.]
Crowd: DORN! DORN! DORN!
[Sterling, now halfway up the ramp, turns to look back at Dorn in the ring. His expression hardens as he raises the Las Vegas Championship high above his head, drawing a fresh wave of boos from the crowd. Dorn locks eyes with Sterling, pointing at the champion as if to say, “This isn’t over.”]
Jeremiah Sloan: You can feel the tension in the air, Julian! Johnny Dorn knows he came so close tonight, but Alex Sterling is leaving with that championship.
Julian Fiasco: Close doesn’t count, Sloan! Sterling is still the man to beat in the Las Vegas division, and he knows it!
[The camera focuses on Dorn, who climbs the ropes in one corner and raises his arms, rallying the fans behind him. The chants for Dorn grow deafening as Sterling disappears backstage, still clutching his title tightly. The shot shifts back to Dorn, standing tall in the ring, determined and defiant despite the draw.]
Jeremiah Sloan: Johnny Dorn gave it everything he had tonight, but you have to wonder—what’s next for these two competitors?
Julian Fiasco: Whatever it is, I’m sure Alex Sterling will have the final word. He’s still the champ, Sloan, and that’s all that matters!
[The camera slowly pans out, capturing the electric atmosphere of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Fans are still chanting Dorn’s name as the screen fades to black, marking the end of another unforgettable night in the sVo.]
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