sVo Showdown 211
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
12th January 2025
The broadcast opens with a sweeping aerial shot of the glimmering Las Vegas Strip, the neon lights of the city shining brightly in the night. The camera transitions to the packed Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the crowd is buzzing with energy, holding signs and chanting loudly as pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Welcome, everyone, to sVo Showdown 211, live from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada! I’m Jeremiah Sloan, joined as always by Julian Fiasco, and folks, tonight’s show promises to be absolutely electric!”
Julian Fiasco:
“That’s right, Sloan! We’re coming off the heels of an explosive Showdown 210, and the fallout is already sending shockwaves through the sVo! Tonight, we’ve got some blockbuster matchups, and I cannot wait to see what’s in store!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Our main event tonight sees Blood Money leader Anthony Moretti in action as he takes on CJ Dreamer in what promises to be an absolute war!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And let’s not forget the rising tension between Generation Joint and the rest of the roster. Their new leader, Jay Adder, will step into the ring tonight against the Victory Cup winner, Carlos Vasquez. That’s a clash of egos and styles if I’ve ever seen one!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Speaking of egos, Alex Sterling made his mark last week with that heinous attack on Johnny Dorn after their sixty-minute draw. Dorn is now out of action and, shockingly, out of the sVo. The question on everyone’s mind is: What’s next for the Las Vegas Champion?”
Julian Fiasco:
“I’ll tell you what’s next, Sloan—chaos. With Dorn gone, Sterling has no challengers lined up, and knowing Sterling, he’ll take that as an excuse to run his mouth even more!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And what about Kenneth D Williams? Last week, he made it crystal clear that he hasn’t forgotten about the betrayal by his former teammates in Generation Joint. What will Williams have to say or do tonight to keep the momentum going against Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz?”
Julian Fiasco:
“All that and more, Sloan! The Sin City Scoundrels are riding high as Tag Team Champions, Blood Money is flexing their dominance, and the sVo Championship scene is heating up with Carlos Vasquez looming in the shadows of ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The stakes couldn’t be higher as we march toward Vendetta in February, and it all starts here tonight on Showdown 211! Don’t go anywhere—this is the Sanctioned Violence Organization, and the action starts now!”
The camera pans across the roaring crowd once more, zooming in on excited fans waving signs and wearing sVo merchandise. The camera then cuts to the entrance ramp as the first competitor’s music hits, signaling the start of the night’s action.
Tag Team Match
Patriot Act vs. The Southern Boys
Backstage
Challenge Accepted?
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is standing alongside the sVo Tag Team Champions, Michael and Lucas Sexton—the Sin City Scoundrels. Both men are dressed in their flashy, sequined jackets, the tag team belts slung arrogantly over their shoulders. They’ve just finished watching the Southern Boys defeat Patriot Act on a monitor nearby.
Katie Smith:
“I’m here with the sVo Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels. Gentlemen, we just saw the Southern Boys pick up a big victory over Patriot Act to open the show. Last week, they threw down the gauntlet and challenged you for those titles. What’s your response?”
Michael Sexton smirks, adjusting the belt on his shoulder as Lucas leans casually against the wall.
Michael Sexton:
“First of all, Katie, let’s not pretend like beating Patriot Act is some monumental achievement. The Southern Boys might be riding high after that win, but let’s be real—they’re still playing checkers while we’re out here playing poker at the high-stakes table.”
Lucas Sexton:
“Exactly, Mikey. The Southern Boys can talk all they want about wanting a shot, but wanting something and earning it are two different things. Do we look like a charity? We don’t just hand out opportunities because someone gets lucky against a couple of glorified flag wavers.”
The crowd in the arena boos as the Scoundrels exchange cocky grins.
Katie Smith:
“So, are you saying you’re not going to accept their challenge?”
Michael raises a hand, mockingly pretending to think deeply about the question.
Michael Sexton:
“Hmmm… Are we going to accept? That’s a great question, Katie. Here’s the deal—Lucas and I, we’ve got standards. We’re not about to waste our time on just any team that waltzes up and says, ‘Hey, we want a shot.’”
Lucas Sexton:
“But hey, we’re fair guys, right? We’ll think about it. We’ll see if the Southern Boys can keep proving themselves worthy. Until then, they better keep racking up wins, because if we do decide to step into the ring with them, they’re going to need all the luck they can get.”
Michael smirks and steps closer to Katie, leaning into the microphone.
Michael Sexton:
“And remember, Katie, the house always wins. And we are the house.”
The Sin City Scoundrels laugh arrogantly as they walk off, leaving Katie standing there with a frustrated look. The camera pans back to show the Scoundrels heading down the hallway, the titles glinting under the arena lights.
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it—the Sin City Scoundrels are playing it close to the vest for now. We’ll have to see if they make a decision soon.”
The segment fades out as the show transitions back to ringside.
Single Match
Bronson Martinez vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
We Don’t Forget
The crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena is on their feet, cheering loudly as Victor Holland stands tall in the center of the ring. He’s just secured an impressive victory over “The Modern Day Cowboy” Bronson Martinez. Holland, clearly exhausted but beaming with pride, raises his arms in triumph as his music blares through the speakers.
Julian Fiasco:
“What a win for Victor Holland! This young man continues to impress week after week. He’s got the heart, the skill, and the fans firmly behind him.”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“No doubt about it, Julian. The sky’s the limit for this kid, and the crowd here in Las Vegas knows it!”
Holland grabs a microphone from ringside, catching his breath as the fans’ cheers grow louder.
Victor Holland:
“Man, you guys are the best! Nights like this, standing here with all of you, this is why I do what I do. Bronson Martinez gave me a fight, but tonight… tonight was my night!”
The crowd roars with approval as Holland nods, soaking in the energy. Suddenly, the cheers turn to loud boos as the unmistakable theme music of Blood Money hits. “The Problem Solver” Joe Barone emerges from the curtain, his hulking frame cutting an imposing figure. Barone marches to the ring, his expression stone-cold and his eyes locked on Holland.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Wait a second… that’s Joe Barone! What’s he doing out here?!”
Julian Fiasco:
“I don’t know, but judging by the look on his face, it’s not to congratulate Victor Holland.”
Holland watches Barone approach, confusion giving way to a defensive stance. As Barone climbs into the ring, Holland raises his hands, trying to defuse the situation.
Victor Holland:
“Hey, Joe, what’s this about? Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but if there’s an issue, we can—”
Before Holland can finish his sentence, Barone charges forward and levels him with a thunderous clothesline! The fans erupt in boos as Holland hits the mat hard.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Come on! That was uncalled for! Victor Holland just had a grueling match—what’s Joe Barone’s problem?!”
Barone doesn’t stop there. He drags Holland to his feet and slams him back down with a devastating spinebuster that shakes the ring. The boos from the crowd grow deafening as Barone stands over the fallen Holland, glaring down at him with disdain.
Julian Fiasco:
“This is classic Blood Money behavior! Joe Barone clearly feels like Victor Holland disrespected him last week, and now he’s sending a message!”
Barone picks up the microphone Holland dropped earlier and leans down toward the young fan favorite.
Joe Barone:
“You think you can disrespect me, Holland? You think last week was a fluke? This is what happens when you step out of line with Blood Money!”
Barone drops the microphone with a loud thud and exits the ring, leaving a battered and motionless Victor Holland in his wake. The fans boo loudly as Barone makes his way up the ramp, completely unfazed by the jeers.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“This is disgusting! Victor Holland didn’t deserve this! Joe Barone has taken things way too far!”
Julian Fiasco:
“Well, like it or not, Joe Barone just sent a message to Victor Holland—and anyone else who thinks about disrespecting Blood Money.”
As medics rush to the ring to check on Holland, the camera lingers on Barone at the top of the ramp, a smug grin creeping across his face. The show cuts to a commercial break with the image of Holland being helped by officials.
Backstage
Easy Win
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Katie Smith stands poised with a microphone in hand. Next to her, wearing his signature scowl and the sVo Championship proudly draped over his shoulder, is “The Bully” Danny Domino. The champion exudes confidence, his eyes sharp and his stance unyielding.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the reigning sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino.”
The fans watching on the arena screens erupt into boos at the mention of Domino’s name. He smirks, clearly reveling in the animosity.
Katie Smith:
“Danny, last week on Showdown 210, we saw ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez pick up a victory over ‘The Modern Day Cowboy’ Bronson Martinez. What are your thoughts on Vasquez’s performance as we edge closer to your sVo Championship match at Vendetta?”
Domino adjusts the championship on his shoulder, taking a moment to bask in the weight of his own words before responding.
Danny Domino:
“First of all, Katie, let’s not get carried away here. Carlos Vasquez beat Bronson Martinez, sure. But let’s call it what it was—an easy win. Martinez? The guy hasn’t been relevant since… well, ever. Beating him is about as impressive as flipping a coin and it landing heads. It doesn’t mean you’re ready to step in the ring with me.“
The crowd boos even louder, but Domino brushes it off, his smirk growing wider.
Danny Domino:
“Vasquez likes to talk a big game, strutting around with his Victory Cup trophy like it’s a golden ticket. But let me tell you something, Katie—there’s a difference between winning matches against second-rate talent and standing toe-to-toe with the best damn champion this company has ever seen.”
Katie Smith:
“Well, tonight, Vasquez is set to face Jay Adder, a man who’s been making waves since taking over Generation Joint. Do you think Adder will provide a tougher challenge?”
Domino chuckles, his smirk turning into a full-blown laugh before he leans into the microphone.
Danny Domino:
“Jay Adder, huh? Now there’s a step up. Adder’s no pushover, I’ll give him that. But here’s the thing, Katie—Vasquez might think he’s hot stuff after last week, but let’s see how he handles a guy who’s been clawing his way up, looking to make a statement. Adder’s hungry, and hunger makes people dangerous. If Vasquez struggles tonight, then what’s he going to do when he steps into the ring with me, the most dangerous man in sVo?”
Domino takes a step closer to the camera, his tone dropping into something even more menacing.
Danny Domino:
“I’ll say this, though—no matter how tonight goes, Vasquez better keep his head on a swivel. Because come Vendetta, that little trophy of his isn’t gonna mean a damn thing when I send him back to Miami empty-handed.”
Katie looks unsettled by Domino’s intensity but stays professional, turning back to the camera.
Katie Smith:
“Thank you, Danny. There you have it, folks—the sVo Champion is watching closely as his Vendetta opponent, Carlos Vasquez, takes on Jay Adder later tonight.”
Domino pats his championship one last time, flashes a smug grin, and walks off frame, leaving Katie to wrap up the segment.
Tag Team Match
The Enforcers vs. The Canadian Connection
Backstage
Revenge
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where “Northern Fury” Dylan Macleod storms down the hallway, his trademark intensity radiating from every step. He makes his way to the office door of sVo COO Amy Page, hesitates for a moment, then bursts inside without knocking. Amy Page is seated at her desk, flanked by her imposing enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, who stand on either side of her with crossed arms.
Amy Page:
Startled but quickly composed
“Well, if it isn’t Dylan Macleod. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit?”
Macleod plants his hands on the desk, leaning forward, his eyes blazing with anger.
Dylan Macleod:
“Don’t play coy with me, Page. You saw what happened last week. What Alex Sterling did to Johnny Dorn was disgusting—jumping him like a coward after their sixty-minute war. Johnny deserved better than that, and you just stood by and let it happen!”
Amy Page:
Nonchalantly shrugging
“Look, Dylan, let’s not blow this out of proportion. Dorn’s contract was up, and he was leaving anyway. Sterling just… expedited the process. What’s the problem?”
Macleod straightens up, visibly trying to keep his temper in check.
Dylan Macleod:
“The problem is that Sterling thinks he can run roughshod over everyone in this company, and people like you enable him. Johnny was my friend, and I’m not going to let this slide. I want Sterling in the ring. Give me a shot at him and that Las Vegas Championship.”
Page leans back in her chair, a smirk forming on her face as she glances at her enforcers, who exchange knowing looks.
Amy Page:
“Oh, you want a shot at the Las Vegas Championship? That’s cute, Dylan, but you don’t just get to walk in here and demand title matches. Sterling’s my champion for a reason—he’s earned it. If you want a shot, you’re going to have to do the same.”
Dylan Macleod:
Frustrated but resolute
“Fine. Tell me what I have to do.”
Amy Page:
Leaning forward, resting her elbows on the desk
“Simple. Prove to me that you’re championship material. Keep winning your matches, keep making waves, and maybe—maybe—I’ll consider it. But until then? Stay out of my office, and stay out of my business.”
Macleod glares at Page, then shifts his gaze to Washington and Reid, who both take a small step forward as if daring him to make a move. After a tense moment, Macleod nods firmly.
Dylan Macleod:
“Fine. But you tell Sterling this—he might have gotten rid of Johnny, but I’m not going anywhere. And sooner or later, that belt’s coming with me.”
Macleod storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him as Amy Page lets out a small laugh and shakes her head.
Amy Page:
“They always want to play the hero. How predictable.”
The camera lingers on Page’s smug expression before fading back to ringside.
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Carlos Vasquez
Ringside
To the Rescue!
The crowd erupts as “The Miami Maverick” Carlos Vasquez gets to his feet, his hand raised in victory after an intense match against Jay Adder. Vasquez leans on the ropes, catching his breath as the fans cheer him on. Jay Adder rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs, frustration written all over his face.
As Vasquez raises his arms to soak in the crowd’s applause, the cheers quickly turn to boos as Jacob Izaz sprints down the ramp. Adder, still ringside, grins as he sees his tag partner arrive. Izaz slides into the ring, and the two members of Generation Joint immediately pounce on Vasquez, taking him down with stomps and punches.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Oh, come on! This is ridiculous! Vasquez just went through a grueling match, and now Generation Joint is jumping him!”
Julian Fiasco:
“Hey, Vasquez knew what he was signing up for! You don’t cross these guys without consequences!”
The crowd boos loudly as Adder and Izaz continue their assault, taking turns beating down Vasquez. Izaz yells at the fans, taunting them, while Adder drags Vasquez up and plants him with a vicious DDT. Vasquez lies motionless on the mat as Izaz and Adder look at each other, clearly pleased with their handiwork.
Suddenly, the boos turn to deafening cheers as “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams charges down the ramp, steel chair in hand.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“It’s Kenneth D Williams! Williams is here to even the odds!”
Adder and Izaz barely have time to react before Williams slides into the ring, swinging the chair wildly. Adder rolls out of the ring just in time to avoid a chair shot to the head, and Izaz follows suit, both men retreating up the ramp.
Williams stands in the center of the ring, steel chair in hand, yelling at Generation Joint to come back and fight. Vasquez slowly begins to stir, using the ropes to pull himself up as the crowd chants loudly.
Crowd:
“Kenneth D! Kenneth D!”
Adder and Izaz scowl from the ramp, shouting threats back at Williams, but they make no move to return to the ring. Williams tosses the chair aside and helps Vasquez to his feet. The two men exchange a look of mutual respect before Williams raises Vasquez’s arm to the delight of the crowd.
Julian Fiasco:
“Kenneth D Williams might’ve just saved Carlos Vasquez from a serious beatdown, but you’ve got to believe this isn’t over between these four men!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Absolutely not, Julian. Generation Joint thought they had the numbers game, but Williams proved tonight that he’s not afraid to stand up to them!”
The camera focuses on Adder and Izaz retreating up the ramp, furious, as Vasquez and Williams stand tall in the ring, soaking in the crowd’s cheers. The show cuts to a commercial break.
Backstage
Interview with the Boss
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Katie Smith stands, microphone in hand, beside Anthony Moretti, the leader of Blood Money. Moretti is dressed in a sharp custom suit, with his signature smirk firmly in place. Behind him, the imposing figures of Nicky Columbo, Junior Gambino, and Joe Barone loom in the background, exuding intimidation.
Katie Smith:
“Anthony Moretti, tonight you go one-on-one with CJ Dreamer in our main event, but first, I have to ask—last month at Seasons Beatings, you defeated Johnny All Star and Curtis Knight, effectively ending their sVo careers and disbanding Horizon and the Legends Club. How are you feeling about that accomplishment?”
Moretti adjusts his tie, his smirk turning into a sneer.
Anthony Moretti:
“How am I feeling? Katie, I should be feeling like a hero! I did this company a favor by getting rid of those two fossils. Johnny All Star, Curtis Knight, Horizon, Legends Club—they were all dead weight dragging this place down. I ran them out of town like the trash they are! I cleaned up the sVo, and what do I get for it? Crickets. No thanks, no appreciation, not even a lousy ‘good job, Moretti.’ The rest of this roster should be kissing my ring right now!”
The members of Blood Money nod in agreement, looking menacingly at the camera.
Anthony Moretti:
“You know, Katie, I’m starting to think that maybe these ungrateful punks don’t realize what I’ve done for them. So, if they won’t thank me the easy way, I’ll make them do it the hard way. Starting tonight, I’m giving out beatings until I get the respect I deserve. And CJ Dreamer? He’s first in line.”
Moretti points directly at the camera, his tone becoming more intense.
Anthony Moretti:
“CJ Dreamer, you’re gonna learn tonight that when you mess with Anthony Moretti, you’re messing with the best in the business. And when it’s all said and done, maybe—just maybe—the rest of this roster will finally realize they owe me a favor. Until then, I’ll keep collecting my thanks one broken body at a time.”
Moretti straightens his suit and glances at his Blood Money allies.
Anthony Moretti:
“Let’s go, boys. I’ve got a lesson to teach.”
With that, Moretti walks off with Columbo, Gambino, and Barone in tow, leaving Katie Smith looking uneasy as the camera fades back to the arena.
Single Match
Anthony Moretti vs. CJ Dreamer
Ringside
A New Dawn
The arena is filled with deafening boos as Anthony Moretti stands tall in the center of the ring, his arm raised triumphantly. Surrounding him is the shattered body of CJ Dreamer, who lies motionless on the mat after enduring a vicious assault at the hands of the Blood Money leader. Moretti’s suit jacket is discarded, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened—a symbol of the brutality he just delivered. The jeering fans create a cacophony of disdain, but Moretti seems to revel in it, smirking as he soaks in the reaction.
With a microphone in hand, Moretti paces the ring, stepping over Dreamer without a second thought. He raises the mic to his mouth, his voice cutting through the boos like a knife.
Anthony Moretti:
“You see this? This is what happens when you cross me! This is what happens when you don’t show the proper respect to Anthony Moretti!”
The fans erupt in even louder boos, but Moretti smirks, unfazed.
Anthony Moretti:
“I told every single one of you, and I told the locker room in the back—I’m done being overlooked. I’m done being underappreciated. This… this right here is the start of a new dawn for the sVo. A dawn where Anthony Moretti calls the shots. A dawn where Blood Money sits at the top of the mountain!”
Moretti plants a foot on the chest of CJ Dreamer, raising his arms in a mocking victory pose as the crowd’s hostility grows.
Anthony Moretti:
“Take a good look, because this is the future of the sVo. And if anyone has a problem with it, well… they can join Dreamer down here on the mat!”
He motions to Dreamer’s lifeless form as the boos intensify. Moretti chuckles darkly before turning to face the hard camera, pointing directly into it.
Anthony Moretti:
“To all you pretenders out there, let me make one thing crystal clear: this is my show. My company. My era. Welcome to the Age of Moretti!”
The Blood Money leader drops the microphone onto Dreamer’s chest with a thud and slowly raises his arms once more as the camera captures his smug expression. The boos continue to rain down as Moretti exits the ring, adjusting his cuffs and smirking at the chaos he’s left behind. The show closes with a wide shot of the ring, CJ Dreamer still motionless, and Anthony Moretti making his way up the ramp, the dominant force in the sVo.
Fade to black.
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