sVo Showdown 210
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
5th January 2025
[Opening Scene: The camera pans over the packed Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, as the sVo faithful cheer loudly. Fireworks explode on the stage, and the Sanctioned Violence Organization logo flashes across the screen. The camera cuts to the commentary table where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are seated, ready to call the action.]
Julian Fiasco: “Welcome, everyone, to the very first sVo Showdown of 2025! We are LIVE from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena right here in Las Vegas, Nevada, and what a way to kick off the new year! I’m Julian Fiasco, joined as always by Jeremiah Sloan, and Jeremiah, tonight’s card is absolutely stacked!”
Jeremiah Sloan: *”You’re not kidding, Julian! Last year ended with fireworks, and it looks like the sVo is wasting no time getting right back to business. Championships are on the line, rivalries are set to explode, and you know the fallout from *Seasons Beatings* is far from over!”*
Julian Fiasco: “Speaking of championships, in our main event tonight, the Sin City Scoundrels will defend their newly won Tag Team Championships against Generation Joint’s Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz. This will be the Scoundrels’ first defense, and you know they’ll be looking to make a statement.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “But Generation Joint has been making waves of their own lately, with Izaz and Adder ousting Kenneth D Williams in shocking fashion. If their focus is on point, we could see a huge upset tonight!”
Julian Fiasco: *”That’s not all, folks! We’ve got Carlos Vasquez, the Victory Cup winner and future sVo Championship challenger, stepping into the ring against the ‘Modern Day Cowboy’ Bronson Martinez. With *Vendetta* on the horizon, you’ve got to wonder if Vasquez can keep his momentum rolling.”*
Jeremiah Sloan: “And let’s not forget the battle between Victor Holland and Blood Money’s enforcer, Joe Barone. Victor’s been in some wars recently, but taking on ‘The Problem Solver’ is a different kind of fight entirely.”
Julian Fiasco: “Plus, Johnny Dorn is looking to bounce back from that incredible sixty-minute time-limit draw last month as he takes on Bronson Johnson, and the Southern Boys clash with the Dogs of War in what’s sure to be a chaotic tag team encounter!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “It’s all going down right here tonight, Julian, as we kick off 2025 in style. Buckle up, folks—Showdown 210 starts now!”
[The camera cuts to the stage as the first competitor’s entrance music hits, signaling the start of the opening match.]
Single Match
Johnny Dorn vs. Bronson Johnson
Ringside
Goodbye Johnny
[Scene: The camera focuses on Johnny Dorn standing victorious in the center of the ring after his hard-fought win against Bronson Johnson. The crowd is on their feet, cheering for the fan-favorite. Dorn, slightly out of breath but smiling, grabs a microphone from the ringside area.]
Johnny Dorn:
“Las Vegas… tonight was a fight! But you all know me—I’m not one to back down from a challenge!”
[The crowd roars with approval, chanting “DORN! DORN! DORN!” as he paces around the ring, his passion evident.]
Johnny Dorn:
*”Last week, I went toe-to-toe with Alex Sterling for sixty grueling minutes. Sixty minutes, and neither one of us could get the job done. But you all saw it—I proved that I can hang with him, that I can take him to the limit. And now…”*
[Dorn points to the camera, his voice growing louder.]
Johnny Dorn:
“…I want one more shot at the Las Vegas Championship!”
[The arena erupts with cheers as Dorn leans on the ropes, soaking in the crowd’s energy. He nods confidently, ready to make his claim heard.]
Johnny Dorn:
“So Alex Sterling, if you’ve got any guts, you’ll step up and give me the rematch these fans—and this city—deserve!”
[The fans cheer even louder, chanting “REMATCH! REMATCH!” Dorn raises his arms in the air, rallying the crowd, when suddenly…]
[Out of nowhere, Alex Sterling hops over the barricade and slides into the ring behind Dorn, wielding a steel chair. The crowd gasps and boos as Sterling sneaks up on the unsuspecting Dorn.]
Julian Fiasco:
“Wait a second, what is Sterling doing here? He’s supposed to be in the back!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Julian, look out! Dorn doesn’t see him!”
[Before Dorn can react, Sterling raises the chair high and smashes it across the back of Dorn’s head with a sickening thud. Dorn collapses to the mat, clutching his head in pain as the crowd erupts in boos.]
Julian Fiasco:
“What a cheap shot! Alex Sterling just laid out Johnny Dorn like a coward!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“This is how Sterling answers Dorn’s challenge? Absolutely disgraceful!”
[Sterling, with a smug smirk on his face, stands over the fallen Dorn and raises the chair above his head as the boos grow louder. He shouts something inaudible at Dorn before tossing the chair aside and rolling out of the ring.]
[Sterling retreats up the ramp, laughing and pointing back at Dorn as medical personnel rush to the ring. The camera lingers on Dorn, writhing on the mat in pain, as the crowd continues to jeer Sterling.]
Julian Fiasco:
“This rivalry just went to a whole new level, Jeremiah. Dorn wanted a rematch, but Sterling just made it personal!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“If I know Johnny Dorn, he won’t take this lying down. Sterling better watch his back!”
[The scene fades to a commercial break with the image of Dorn struggling to pull himself up because of the pain.]
Backstage
Goodbye Dogs of War
Katie Smith stands in the interview area, microphone in hand, with James Shepherd and his tag team, the Dogs of War—Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie—beside her. Both Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie are dressed for their upcoming match, their expressions cold and focused. Shepherd, as always, exudes smug confidence, adjusting his tie as the segment begins.
Katie Smith:
“James Shepherd, Dogs of War, thank you for joining me. There’s been a lot of buzz backstage about your status in the sVo. The rumors are swirling that tonight might be the last time we see the Dogs of War in this company. Can you confirm if there’s any truth to that?”
Shepherd chuckles, adjusting his tie once more before stepping forward, his face a mix of amusement and disdain.
James Shepherd:
“Oh, Katie, I love how everyone pretends to care all of a sudden. Yes, the rumors are true. After tonight, the Dogs of War are done with the sVo. Their contracts are up, and quite frankly, we’re not sticking around.”
Katie looks surprised as the Dogs of War glare at the camera, their intensity palpable.
Katie Smith:
“That’s huge news, James. Can I ask why? The Dogs of War have been a dominant force in the tag team division. What’s caused this decision?”
Shepherd sneers, gesturing dismissively.
James Shepherd:
“Dominant? You’re damn right they’ve been dominant! But dominance doesn’t mean a thing if it’s not appreciated. Week after week, Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie have torn through every team put in front of them, and what do they get? Disrespect. No title shots, no recognition, nothing.”
Jack O’Connor and Nate McKenzie nod in agreement, their scowls deepening.
James Shepherd:
“So, we’re going somewhere where the Dogs of War will be treated like the stars they are. Somewhere that values pure destruction and unrelenting dominance. After tonight, Katie, we’re gone. Finished. The sVo can keep its politics and empty promises.”
Katie Smith:
“Are you saying the Dogs of War didn’t feel valued here in the sVo?”
James Shepherd:
“Exactly. And if management doesn’t want to recognize the best tag team they’ve ever had, that’s their loss. We’re heading to greener pastures, and when the Dogs of War are standing tall somewhere else, the sVo will realize just what they let slip through their fingers.”
Katie looks uneasy as Shepherd steps back, his words leaving a bitter aftertaste in the air.
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it—confirmation that tonight will be the Dogs of War’s final match in the sVo. Gentlemen, any final words for your opponents tonight, the Southern Boys?”
Isaac White steps forward, his voice low and menacing.
Jack O’Connor:
“Final words? Just this: we don’t care if it’s our last night. Nate and I do what we always do—inflict pain, win, and walk out on our terms. The Southern Boys? They’re just a footnote in our legacy.”
Nate cracks his knuckles, staring into the camera as if daring anyone to challenge him.
James Shepherd:
“Let’s go, boys. We’ve got a match to win.”
The Dogs of War turn and walk off, Shepherd leading the way as Katie watches them leave, the tension thick in the air.
Katie Smith:
“Back to you at ringside.”
Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. The Dogs of War
Ringside
First Shot
The Southern Boys—Dave Miller and Dan Williams—stand tall in the ring, sweat-soaked but victorious after their grueling match against the departing Dogs of War. Their manager, Haley Dallas, joins them in the ring, a confident smile on her face. The crowd cheers loudly as “Southern Pride” by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays over the arena speakers. Dave and Dan raise their arms in victory while Haley retrieves a microphone from ringside.
Haley Dallas:
“Y’all hear that? That’s the sound of the Goodfellas Casino Arena showing love for the Southern Boys!”
The fans respond with a loud cheer, and Haley grins, pacing the ring as Dave and Dan nod in approval.
Haley Dallas:
“Now, let’s talk about what just happened out here. The Dogs of War, with all their big talk and ‘unrelenting dominance,’ just got put down by the Southern Boys. And now, they’re tuckin’ tail and running off to greener pastures? Please!”
Haley rolls her eyes as the crowd boos the mention of the Dogs of War.
Haley Dallas:
“They can spin it however they want, but the truth is simple: they can’t cut it anymore. This ain’t a tag division for quitters, and it sure ain’t a place for anyone who thinks they’re too good to fight for what they want!”
Dan Williams takes a step forward, clapping a hand on Haley’s shoulder as she continues.
Haley Dallas:
“But you know who is still here? You know who keeps fightin’ week after week, no matter what gets thrown at ‘em? These two men right here—Dave Miller and Dan Williams. The Southern Boys.”
The crowd pops again, chanting, “Southern Boys! Southern Boys!” Haley smirks, letting the chant grow before speaking again.
Haley Dallas:
“And since the Dogs of War are gone and ain’t gonna be standin’ in anyone’s way anymore, that means there’s one thing left for us to focus on. The Sin City Scoundrels.”
The mention of the tag team champions brings a mixed reaction, with boos for the champions but excitement at the prospect of a match.
Haley Dallas:
“Michael and Lucas Sexton, y’all have been real good at runnin’ your mouths and sneakin’ your way to those tag team titles. But guess what? The Southern Boys are comin’ for ya, and there ain’t a thing y’all can do to stop it.”
Dave Miller takes the microphone, his voice steady and intense.
Dave Miller:
“We’ve been knockin’ heads and takin’ names since day one. Scoundrels, you’re lookin’ at the team that’s gonna take those belts off your shoulders. So polish ‘em up nice, because they’re comin’ home to the South.”
Dan Williams grabs the mic, adding his own fiery words.
Dan Williams:
“This ain’t a challenge; it’s a warning. We’re ready when y’all are. And when the dust settles, everyone’s gonna know who the real champions of this division are.”
Haley Dallas steps forward, taking the microphone back.
Haley Dallas:
“So, Sextons, if y’all got the guts, let’s do this. The Southern Boys versus the Sin City Scoundrels for the sVo Tag Team Championships. Anytime, anywhere. We’re ready.”
The crowd erupts into cheers as “Southern Pride” hits again. The Southern Boys raise their fists in unison, standing proudly as Haley Dallas points to the crowd, soaking in the fans’ support. The trio leaves the ring, making their intentions crystal clear as the camera cuts back to the commentary team.
Backstage
Keeping An Eye
Katie Smith is standing in the brightly lit interview area backstage, microphone in hand, with the sVo Champion Danny Domino beside her. The crowd in the arena boos loudly as the camera focuses on Domino, who is smugly draped in his custom black leather jacket, the sVo Championship proudly slung over his shoulder. Domino smirks at the reaction, tapping the championship as if to taunt the fans further.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino. Danny, first of all, congratulations on successfully defending your championship against the legendary Night at Seasons Beatings. But now it seems like you have your next challenger lined up for Vendetta, as Carlos Vasquez has officially declared his intent to cash in his Victory Cup and face you for the sVo Championship.”
The mention of Carlos Vasquez draws cheers from the crowd, but Domino just laughs mockingly.
Danny Domino:
“Oh, Katie, let’s give a round of applause to Carlos Vasquez, huh? After weeks of struttin’ around with that little shiny trophy like it actually meant something, it sounds like he’s finally grown a pair and decided to come after the big boy’s belt.”
Domino raises the championship high, smirking as the boos grow louder.
Danny Domino:
“I mean, let’s be honest here, Katie—Carlos Vasquez has been running his mouth for weeks, claiming he’s some kind of ‘Miami Maverick,’ but all I see is a guy who’s been scared to step into the deep end. And now, he’s got his big chance. Vendetta, February. Carlos versus The Bully. Sounds great, right?”
Katie starts to respond, but Domino cuts her off.
Danny Domino:
“But here’s the thing—this isn’t some flashy nightclub in Miami where Carlos can talk his way to the top. This is the Sanctioned Violence Organization, and when you step in the ring with me, it’s a whole different game. Just ask Night. Just ask Johnny Dorn. Hell, ask anyone who’s been dumb enough to stand across from me since I became champion.”
Katie nods cautiously, steering the conversation back.
Katie Smith:
“Well, Danny, speaking of Carlos Vasquez, he’s in action later tonight against ‘The Modern Day Cowboy’ Bronson Martinez. Are you planning to keep a close eye on that match?”
Domino’s smirk widens as he adjusts the championship on his shoulder.
Danny Domino:
“Keep a close eye? Katie, I’m gonna have the best seat in the house. I’m here tonight for one reason—to see if Carlos can back up all that swagger he loves to show off. Bronson Martinez isn’t some pushover, and I want to see if Carlos has what it takes to go toe-to-toe with a real fighter. Because if he can’t even handle Bronson, what’s he think he’s gonna do against me?!”
Domino leans closer to the camera, his expression turning serious.
Danny Domino:
“So, Carlos, if you’re listening—and I know you are—you better bring your A-game tonight. Because if you don’t, I’m gonna be the first one to remind you why cashing in that Victory Cup was the dumbest decision of your career.”
Domino straightens up, smirking one last time as the crowd’s boos echo from the arena.
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Danny Domino will be watching closely as Carlos Vasquez takes on Bronson Martinez later tonight. Champion, thank you for your time.”
Danny Domino:
“Always a pleasure, Katie. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a match to watch—and a challenger to laugh at.”
Domino adjusts the championship one last time and walks off, his cocky demeanor oozing confidence as the camera cuts back to the arena.
Single Match
Bronson Martinez vs. Carlos Vasquez
Ringside
Running the Town
The arena is alive with cheers as Carlos Vasquez stands in the center of the ring, his arms raised high after his hard-fought victory over Bronson Martinez. The “Miami Maverick” soaks in the adulation of the crowd, a cocky smirk on his face as he leans against the ropes, motioning for the fans to cheer louder.
Carlos Vasquez (to the crowd):
“¡Eso es todo, baby! I told you—when the Maverick steps into this ring, it’s game over for anyone standing in my way!”
The crowd erupts, chanting “VASQUEZ! VASQUEZ!” as Vasquez picks up a microphone from the canvas and paces the ring, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Bronson Martinez? Tough guy, sure. But like I’ve been saying all along, there’s nobody in this company who can outwork me, outsmart me, or outfight me when it counts. And that includes our so-called champion, Danny Domino!”
The crowd roars in anticipation, the mention of Domino sparking both cheers and boos.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny, I know you’re back there watching. I know you’ve got that belt of yours clutched tight, praying that I don’t take it away from you at Vendetta. But let me tell you something—this isn’t just about winning gold. This is about proving that the Maverick runs this town now, and you? You’re just keeping my championship warm for me!”
Vasquez drops the mic to his side as the crowd cheers loudly again. The camera pans to the backstage area, where Danny Domino is shown standing in front of a monitor in the locker room. The sVo Champion has his arms crossed, the championship draped over his shoulder, and a scowl etched on his face. He watches Vasquez’s celebration with an unimpressed expression, shaking his head slightly.
Domino mutters something inaudible to himself before scoffing and turning away from the monitor, patting his championship belt as if to reassure himself. The camera cuts back to the ring, where Vasquez is standing on the second rope, gesturing for a championship belt around his waist and pointing toward the backstage area.
Carlos Vasquez (shouting toward the ramp):
“Vendetta, Domino! Your reign ends, and the Maverick takes over!”
The crowd erupts as Vasquez tosses the microphone to the mat and climbs another turnbuckle, hyping up the fans. The scene fades with Vasquez confidently celebrating in the ring while the anticipation for his showdown with Danny Domino at Vendetta continues to build.
Backstage
Your Time
The camera cuts to the dimly lit, luxurious locker room of Blood Money. The group’s leader, Anthony Moretti, is standing front and center, addressing the massive “Problem Solver” Joe Barone, who is seated on a bench, lacing up his boots. Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino lean casually against the walls, nodding in agreement as Moretti paces with intensity.
Anthony Moretti:
“Joe, tonight’s the night, big man. You’ve been standing in the shadows long enough, cleaning up messes for everyone else. But tonight? Tonight, you make your mark. Tonight, you step out of that shadow and show Victor Holland—and everyone else watching—that Joe Barone isn’t just the muscle of Blood Money. You’re a force of nature!”
Barone glances up, his expression stoic but his eyes sharp. Moretti crouches slightly, looking Barone directly in the eyes.
Anthony Moretti:
“Victor Holland? Yeah, he’s a tough guy, no question. But tough doesn’t mean anything when you’ve got someone like you in front of him. You’re stronger, you’re meaner, and tonight, you’re gonna prove that you’re not just the ‘Problem Solver.’ You’re a problem no one in the sVo can handle.”
Columbo steps forward, slapping Barone on the shoulder.
Nicky Columbo:
“He’s right, Joe. You’ve got this. Holland’s just another name on the list of guys you’re gonna steamroll.”
Gambino nods in agreement, smirking.
Junior Gambino:
“And when it’s all said and done, everyone in this company will know that Blood Money runs the show, not Victor Holland or anyone else.”
Moretti steps back, clapping his hands together as Barone finishes tying his boots and stands up, towering over everyone in the room.
Anthony Moretti:
“Let’s do this. Go out there and make a statement, Joe. Show the world what Blood Money’s secret weapon can do when he’s unleashed.”
Barone nods silently, cracking his knuckles and adjusting his wrist tape. Without a word, he heads for the door, his imposing frame filling the doorway as he exits. The camera lingers on Moretti, who smirks confidently.
Anthony Moretti (to Columbo and Gambino):
“By the time tonight’s over, everyone will be talking about Joe Barone. Mark my words.”
The scene fades as Blood Money’s leader watches the door, exuding confidence in his powerhouse ally.
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Joe Barone
Backstage
Progress
The camera cuts to the Generation Joint locker room, where Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz are seated on a worn-out leather couch, surrounded by a haze of smoke and the faint sound of muffled music playing in the background. Adder leans back with a smirk, clearly in high spirits, while Izaz, still riding high on his recent decision, lounges with a cocky grin.
Jay Adder:
“Man, Jacob, I gotta hand it to you—you made the right call. Ditching Kenneth D Williams? Best move you’ve ever made. Look at us now—two weeks later, and here we are, sitting in the main event with a shot at the Tag Team Championships.”
Izaz chuckles, running a hand through his hair as the fans’ boos can be faintly heard in the background of the live broadcast.
Jacob Izaz:
“You’re not wrong, Jay. I mean, Kenneth always thought he was the one carrying this group, but the truth? He was holding us back. Now? Now we’re exactly where we deserve to be—on top.”
Adder nods in agreement, sitting forward and pointing at Izaz with an exaggerated gesture.
Jay Adder:
“Exactly! We’ve got the Sin City Scoundrels tonight, and once we take those belts off them, it’s game over for anyone who doubted us. We’re proving that Generation Joint doesn’t need some self-righteous leader to succeed. We’re making our own path, our way.”
Izaz laughs, leaning back smugly as Adder slaps the arm of the couch for emphasis.
Jacob Izaz:
“And let’s face it, Jay—Kenneth might still be out there trying to ‘do the right thing,’ but while he’s busy being Mr. Morality, we’re about to walk out with gold around our waists.”
The two burst into laughter, clearly relishing their newfound confidence and the disdain of the fans. The camera lingers on their smug expressions before fading out as Adder raises his hand for a mock toast.
Jay Adder:
“To the future Tag Team Champions, Jacob. Tonight’s our night.”
Izaz clinks an invisible glass with Adder, the duo’s arrogance on full display as the boos from the live crowd grow louder.
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
Sin City Scoundrels (c) vs. Generation Joint
Ringside
Revenge
The camera pans to the ring, where the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, stand tall, clutching their sVo Tag Team Championship belts. The fans shower the arena with boos as the Sexton brothers bask in their victory, smirking and arrogantly holding their titles high for all to see.
Julian Fiasco:
“Love them or hate them—and let’s face it, most of you hate them—the Sin City Scoundrels just proved once again why they’re the champs!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Well, Julian, you can’t argue with the result. They survived the challenge from Generation Joint tonight, but the way they retain those belts always leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
As the Scoundrels continue their celebration, the camera shifts to the fallen members of Generation Joint, Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz, who are slowly getting to their feet outside the ring. The duo exchange a dark glance before sliding back into the ring behind the Scoundrels. The boos from the crowd grow louder as it becomes apparent they’re planning an ambush.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Come on! The match is over! What are they doing now?”
Julian Fiasco:
“Sending a message, Jeremiah! If they can’t take the belts tonight, they’re going to make the Scoundrels regret it!”
Just as Adder and Izaz raise their fists to strike, the crowd erupts into a thunderous cheer. Kenneth D Williams charges down the ramp, steel chair in hand, eyes locked on his former teammates.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“It’s Kenneth D Williams! He’s here, and he’s not about to let Generation Joint get away with this!”
Adder and Izaz freeze, realizing what’s coming. Williams slides into the ring and swings the chair wildly, narrowly missing Adder, who rolls out of the ring. Izaz scrambles to avoid the next swing and retreats to the outside as well. The crowd is on their feet, roaring as Williams paces the ring, daring them to come back.
Julian Fiasco:
“This is chaos! Kenneth D Williams has a score to settle, and it looks like Adder and Izaz want no part of him tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“You can’t blame them, Julian. Williams is a man on a mission!”
The Sin City Scoundrels, having narrowly avoided the ambush, regroup on the outside and exchange a wary glance with Williams. Adder and Izaz retreat up the ramp, shouting threats and pointing at Williams, but the steel chair in his hand keeps them at bay. Williams leans over the ropes, gesturing for them to come back, his expression full of fire and determination.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“What a way to end the night! Kenneth D Williams has made his presence felt, and you can bet this isn’t over between him and Generation Joint!”
Julian Fiasco:
“Not by a long shot, Sloan! If I were Adder and Izaz, I’d watch my back. Kenneth D Williams looks like a man who won’t stop until he gets his revenge!”
The final shot of the night is Kenneth D Williams standing tall in the ring, steel chair raised high, as the Sin City Scoundrels cautiously make their exit and Generation Joint shouts threats from the stage. The fans chant Williams’ name as the screen fades to black.
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