sVo Showdown 212
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
19th January 2025
[The camera pans across the electric crowd packed into the Goodfellas Casino Arena, signs waving, fans cheering, and the energy palpable as the first chords of the sVo theme song fade out. The camera transitions to the commentary desk, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan are seated, ready to call the action.]
Julian Fiasco: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to sVo Showdown 212, live from the Goodfellas Casino Arena here in the heart of Las Vegas, Nevada! The crowd is fired up, and rightfully so, because we’ve got a massive night of action ahead of us!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “That’s right, Julian! Tonight’s main event is set to be explosive as Generation Joint’s Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz team up to face ‘the Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez and ‘the Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams! After what went down last week, tensions are at an all-time high, and I can’t wait to see these four tear it up in the ring!”
Julian Fiasco: “And let’s not forget, Jeremiah, we’ve got championship gold on the line! Ali Young will defend the sVo Roulette Championship against the unpredictable Jupiter James! Ali Young’s been on a roll, but Jupiter James could be the wildcard to take her reign to an abrupt end.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Plus, you know there’s going to be fallout from last week’s brutal attack by Joe Barone on Victor Holland. Blood Money’s ‘Problem Solver’ has been sending a message, but how long before Holland fires back?”
Julian Fiasco: “Not to mention the ongoing drama surrounding the sVo Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels. The Southern Boys have made it clear they want the next shot at the titles, but the Scoundrels aren’t exactly known for making things easy.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “And with ‘the Bully’ Danny Domino lurking in the shadows as Carlos Vasquez prepares for his sVo Championship opportunity at Vendetta, you know the champ will be watching closely tonight.”
Julian Fiasco: “It’s all building towards February’s Vendetta PPV, but tonight is about Showdown 212, and we’ve got action-packed matches, rivalries heating up, and plenty of surprises in store! Las Vegas, are you ready?!”
[The camera cuts to the roaring crowd, signs like “Kenneth D for the Highlight Reel!” and “Generation Joint is Smoke and Mirrors!” standing out amongst the sea of fans.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “Buckle up, folks—it’s going to be a wild ride! Let’s get to the action!”
[The camera pans to the entrance ramp as the first competitor’s music hits, and the show officially kicks off.]
Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. The Malones
Ringside
Sportsmanship?
[The scene opens with the Southern Boys—Dave Miller and Dan Williams—standing tall in the ring, celebrating their hard-fought victory over the Malones. Their manager, Haley Dallas, claps proudly from ringside as the crowd cheers on the fan-favourite trio. “Country Boy Can Survive” plays over the speakers as the Southern Boys raise their arms, soaking in the applause from the Goodfellas Casino Arena crowd.]
Julian Fiasco: “Another big win for the Southern Boys here tonight! These guys have been on an absolute tear lately, and you’ve got to wonder if a shot at the Tag Team Championships is just around the corner!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “If anyone deserves it, it’s these three! They’ve been putting in the work and racking up those Ws week after week!”
[Suddenly, the music cuts off, and the cheers shift to boos as “Sin City Hustlers” by Hollywood Undead blares over the speakers. The sVo Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels—Michael and Lucas Sexton—appear at the top of the entrance ramp with their championship belts draped over their shoulders. Dressed in their flashy Vegas-inspired gear, the cocky champions saunter down the ramp, smirking at the Southern Boys in the ring.]
Julian Fiasco: “Speak of the devils—here come the Sin City Scoundrels! What could these two have to say after the Southern Boys called them out last week?”
[Michael and Lucas climb into the ring, microphones in hand. They eye the Southern Boys with mock approval, giving slow, exaggerated claps as the crowd continues to boo.]
Michael Sexton: “Well, well, well… Look at you boys go! Another win under your cowboy belts. We’ve got to admit, we’re impressed. Ain’t that right, Lucas?”
Lucas Sexton: “Oh, absolutely, Michael. These country boys sure know how to throw down. And you know what? We’ve been thinking… maybe they do deserve a shot at the big time.”
[The crowd erupts with cheers as the Southern Boys exchange glances, their expressions showing cautious optimism. Haley Dallas nods approvingly from ringside, encouraging them.]
Michael Sexton: “So here’s the deal, cowboys. At Vendetta, February 23rd, you’re getting what you’ve been begging for. The Sin City Scoundrels versus the Southern Boys for the sVo Tag Team Championships!”
[The arena explodes with cheers as Miller and Williams grin, clearly excited about the opportunity. Haley Dallas climbs into the ring and claps her hands, urging her boys forward. Miller offers a handshake to Michael Sexton, while Williams extends his hand to Lucas.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “Oh, look at that! A rare moment of sportsmanship here in the sVo!”
[The Scoundrels smirk, glancing at each other before slowly reaching out to shake the hands of the Southern Boys. But as soon as the handshake starts, the champions suddenly spin and deliver dual superkicks to Miller and Williams, dropping them to the mat!]
Julian Fiasco: “What the hell was that?! The Sin City Scoundrels just laid out the Southern Boys!”
[The crowd erupts into boos as Haley Dallas scrambles to check on her fallen team. The Scoundrels laugh, holding their championship belts high above their heads as they stand over the Southern Boys.]
Lucas Sexton: “See you at Vendetta, cowboys! If you can even make it!”
[The Sin City Scoundrels exit the ring to a deafening chorus of boos, holding their belts aloft as they back up the ramp. The camera cuts to Haley Dallas tending to Miller and Williams, both clutching their jaws in pain as the champions disappear backstage.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “The Southern Boys wanted their shot, and they got it—but not like this!”
Julian Fiasco: “The Sin City Scoundrels sending a loud and clear message tonight—if you come for their titles, you’d better be ready for a fight!”
[The scene fades out with the Southern Boys recovering in the ring, the crowd rallying behind them with chants of “Southern Boys!”]
Backstage
I Don’t Scare
[The scene cuts backstage to the locker room area, where Katie Smith is standing by with Victor Holland. Holland, still sporting some battle scars from his recent encounters, appears focused and determined. The camera zooms in as Katie begins the interview.]
Katie Smith: “Victor, last week you were viciously attacked by Joe Barone of Blood Money after your match with Bronson Martinez. Now, we’ve seen you go toe-to-toe with some of the best in the sVo, but this attack from Barone came out of nowhere. Do you have any idea why he came after you?”
[Victor Holland takes a deep breath, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. His jaw tightens, but his voice remains steady.]
Victor Holland: “Katie, honestly, I have no idea why Joe Barone decided to make me his target. I’ve been doing my thing here in the sVo, trying to earn respect and make a name for myself. I’ve had no issues with Blood Money, and frankly, I don’t know what their problem is with me. But the way I see it, it doesn’t matter why he attacked me—it’s about what comes next.”
[Holland looks directly into the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.]
Victor Holland: “I’m not going to sit back and let anyone think they can push me around. Tonight, I’ve got Junior Gambino, and I don’t care if he’s got the backing of a group like Blood Money—he’s gonna find out the hard way that I’m not someone you mess with. This isn’t about titles or accolades, it’s about respect. And after tonight, everyone in Blood Money will know exactly who Victor Holland is.”
[Katie nods, clearly impressed by Holland’s fiery determination.]
Katie Smith: “Strong words, Victor. You’ve made it clear you aren’t backing down. Do you have a message for Joe Barone or anyone else in Blood Money?”
[Victor Holland gives a slight smirk, his expression showing that he’s ready for whatever comes next.]
Victor Holland: “Barone, Gambino, anyone who thinks they can intimidate me—you’re gonna learn tonight that I don’t scare easy. I’m here to prove myself, and no group, no matter how powerful, is going to stand in my way. Blood Money might have numbers, but I’ve got heart, and that’s something you can’t buy.”
[Holland walks off confidently as the camera lingers on Katie Smith, who gives a nod.]
Katie Smith: “There you have it, folks—Victor Holland is ready for battle tonight. It looks like he’s got one hell of a fight ahead of him. Back to you at ringside!”
[The scene fades out as Holland walks down the hallway, his mind clearly focused on the match ahead.]
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Junior Gambino
Ringside
The Hard Way
[The arena lights flash as Victor Holland stands victorious in the ring, breathing heavily after his hard-fought win over Junior Gambino. The fans cheer loudly, rallying behind Holland as he raises his arms in triumph. However, the atmosphere shifts quickly as the cheers begin to turn to boos. The camera zooms out to reveal the menacing figures of Blood Money standing at the entrance ramp.]
Julian Fiasco: “Hold on a second… what’s going on here? It looks like Blood Money has decided they aren’t done with Victor Holland just yet!”
[The camera pans to show Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo making their way down to the ring, all looking intense and determined. The fans’ boos grow louder as the four men surround the ring, trapping Victor Holland inside.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “This can’t be good, Fiasco. Holland’s victory may have been hard-earned, but it looks like the rest of Blood Money isn’t ready to let him go just yet.”
[Holland, still trying to catch his breath, looks up in disbelief as the four men circle him. He backs into a corner, ready to defend himself, but the numbers are against him.]
Julian Fiasco: “Holland better be careful here, he’s surrounded on all sides! Blood Money is one of the most dangerous groups in the sVo right now, and it looks like they’re about to send a message.”
[Suddenly, Anthony Moretti takes the microphone, his voice dripping with smugness as he steps forward, his eyes fixed on Holland.]
Anthony Moretti: “Victor, Victor, Victor… you really thought you could just walk in here and make a name for yourself at our expense? You thought you could take down one of our own and just walk away? You think you can earn respect that easily in this business?”
[The fans continue to boo loudly, but Moretti smiles, clearly enjoying the heat from the crowd.]
Anthony Moretti: “You should’ve known better than to mess with Blood Money. But you did, and now? Now you’re going to learn the hard way why that was a mistake.”
[Without warning, Joe Barone slides into the ring and grabs hold of Holland, pulling him back into the center of the ring as the rest of Blood Money follow suit. The crowd erupts in boos as the beatdown begins. Barone lifts Holland up and slams him down with a vicious spinebuster while Nicky Columbo stomps on his midsection.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “This is sickening! They’re absolutely decimating Victor Holland! Where is the referee? Someone needs to stop this!”
[Moretti steps forward, looking down at Holland with disdain. He smirks and shakes his head, his words cold and calculated.]
Anthony Moretti: “You wanted to prove something, Holland? Well, congratulations. You’ve proven that you should’ve stayed out of our way.”
[The camera cuts to the crowd, who are visibly upset, booing even louder as Joe Barone picks Holland up and holds him in place. Junior Gambino delivers a sharp kick to Holland’s ribs, and Columbo follows with a brutal knee to his face. Blood Money’s assault is unrelenting.]
Julian Fiasco: “This is disgusting! Holland has done nothing to deserve this, and yet here they are, assaulting him for no reason!”
[After a few more moments of punishment, Moretti raises his hand, signaling for the assault to stop. Blood Money pulls away, leaving Holland lying in the center of the ring, beaten and battered. Moretti stands tall over him, a sick smile plastered across his face.]
Anthony Moretti: “This is just a taste of what happens when you mess with Blood Money. And trust me, Holland… this is only the beginning.”
[As the camera zooms in on Holland’s defeated body, Moretti and his men stand triumphantly, soaking in the boos from the crowd. They exit the ring, leaving Victor Holland motionless on the mat as the show cuts to a commercial break.]
Backstage
You’re Welcome Las Vegas
[The camera cuts to the backstage area where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is the current Las Vegas Champion, ‘the LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. The arena is buzzing, but Smith’s question cuts through the noise.]
Katie Smith: “Alex, it’s been a few weeks since you attacked Johnny Dorn, and there’s been a lot of chatter about it. Can you explain your actions, and what’s next for you as the Las Vegas Champion?”
[Sterling smirks, clearly confident as ever. He adjusts his Las Vegas Championship belt over his shoulder and takes a moment before speaking.]
Alex Sterling: “You want me to explain why I attacked Johnny Dorn, Katie? Look, it’s simple. I’m the LA Luminary, the Las Vegas Champion, the brightest star in this company. And Johnny Dorn? He’s a joke. The guy had his moment in the sun, sure, but let’s face it—he’s a loser. A complete and utter loser. I didn’t attack him, Katie—I just did what needed to be done to remind everyone who the real champion is around here.”
[The camera zooms in as Sterling lets out a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with arrogance.]
Alex Sterling: “Dorn didn’t deserve to share a ring with someone like me. Hell, he didn’t even deserve to be in the same state as me. But now he’s out, and I’m still here, holding onto this beautiful Las Vegas Championship. You’re welcome, by the way.”
[Smith raises an eyebrow at Sterling’s words, but before she can ask another question, Sterling cuts her off.]
Alex Sterling: “And speaking of losers—let’s talk about Dylan MacLeod for a second. Oh, Dylan, poor Dylan. You see, the guy is clearly trying to be some kind of white knight, standing up for his ‘friend’ Dorn. What a joke. The only reason he’s doing that is because he thinks he can somehow weasel his way into a title shot. But let me tell you something, Katie. He’ll never get anywhere near this belt, and he knows it.”
[Sterling chuckles, his voice dripping with disdain.]
Alex Sterling: “Dylan MacLeod thinks he can just walk in here and try to make a name for himself by attacking me? Please. The guy can barely make it past the midcard, let alone take this championship from me. So let him have his little ‘hero moment.’ It’s cute. But when it comes to the Las Vegas Championship, Dylan, just like Dorn, isn’t even in my league.”
[He smirks again, the championship belt gleaming on his shoulder as he raises an eyebrow.]
Alex Sterling: “But don’t worry, Katie. I’m sure when I’m done with my ‘victims,’ someone else will step up to challenge me. But trust me, it won’t matter. I’m untouchable. I’m unbeatable. I’m the LA Luminary, and this belt? It’s mine to keep.”
[Katie Smith looks at Sterling, unfazed by his arrogance.]
Katie Smith: “Well, there you have it. The Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling, isn’t holding back any punches. We’ll see what comes next for him, but for now, he remains the top man in the sVo.”
[Sterling smirks one last time and walks off, leaving Smith standing in the backstage area as the camera fades out.]
Single Match
Dylan MacLeod vs. Puck
Ringside
Not Impressed
[The camera cuts to the ring where ‘Northern Fury’ Dylan MacLeod stands tall, having just secured a hard-fought victory over his longtime rival Puck. The fans are on their feet, chanting for MacLeod as he pumps his fists in the air, soaking in the crowd’s admiration. He takes a moment to catch his breath and soak in the moment, as the ring announcer gives him a quick nod of recognition.]
Dylan MacLeod: “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Puck, you brought everything you had, but it still wasn’t enough to take me down! Not tonight, not ever again!”
[MacLeod paces the ring, raising his arms as the fans cheer in approval. He stops and turns towards the hard camera, facing the audience.]
Dylan MacLeod: “I’ve been through hell to get here, and I’ve overcome every obstacle in my way! But this right here? This is just the beginning. You see, I’m not just here to beat a guy like Puck—no, I’m here to make a statement, to show everyone that I’m a force to be reckoned with! And it starts right now!”
[The crowd responds with even more applause, chanting MacLeod’s name. As he basks in the moment, the camera suddenly cuts backstage, where we see Alex Sterling, the reigning Las Vegas Champion, watching the action from the comfort of a monitor. His expression is one of clear disinterest, arms crossed in front of him, his jaw set in irritation.]
Alex Sterling: “Great, just what I need. Another wannabe trying to get their name in the mix for my championship. Dylan MacLeod, huh? You think after one win over Puck, you’ve earned yourself a shot at me? Please.”
[Sterling’s voice oozes with arrogance and condescension as he watches MacLeod celebrate on the screen. He shakes his head slowly, clearly unimpressed.]
Alex Sterling: “Nice win, Dylan. But I’m not impressed. You’ve been around long enough to know that beating some midcard guy like Puck doesn’t get you into title contention. You’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to even sniff the Las Vegas Championship.”
[Sterling pauses, smirking to himself.]
Alex Sterling: “But hey, if you want to try, be my guest. Just don’t expect me to roll out the red carpet for you. I don’t do charity work.”
[Back in the ring, MacLeod continues to celebrate, oblivious to Sterling’s words as the fans continue to chant his name.]
Dylan MacLeod: “I’m not stopping here, folks! This is just the start! I’m coming for bigger things, and trust me, when I get to the top, it’s going to be a sight to see!”
[The camera cuts back to Sterling, who watches MacLeod’s celebration, shaking his head with a slight chuckle.]
Alex Sterling: “Enjoy it while it lasts, MacLeod. Because when you’re finally in the ring with me, you’ll understand why I’m the Las Vegas Champion.”
[As Sterling turns and walks off, the camera cuts back to the ring where MacLeod’s celebration continues, with the fans still rallying behind him. The tension between the two is palpable as we head into the next chapter of their rivalry.]
Backstage
Team Up
[The camera cuts backstage to a dimly lit corridor where Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams stand, facing each other. Both men look far from thrilled as they prepare to team up in the main event. Vasquez, the smooth-talking Miami Maverick, adjusts his jacket, his face a picture of calculated indifference. Williams, the hard-hitting Human Highlight Reel, has his arms crossed and his jaw clenched, clearly not a fan of the situation.]
Carlos Vasquez: [In a somewhat smug tone] “Well, this is awkward, huh? Not exactly my first choice for a partner tonight, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.”
[Williams doesn’t even acknowledge Vasquez’s attempt at small talk, simply staring him down.]
Kenneth D Williams: [With a cold stare] “I’m not here to make friends, Vasquez. We’re not exactly the best of pals, and you’re right… I didn’t ask for this. But tonight, we’ve got a common enemy. Generation Joint. And right now, they’ve made it personal.”
[Vasquez lets out a low chuckle, clearly amused by the tension, but there’s a hint of agreement in his voice.]
Carlos Vasquez: “I’ll admit, I’d love nothing more than to take those two arrogant pricks down a peg or two. But, if we’re gonna do this, we need to be on the same page. You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours. Simple, right?”
[Williams eyes him for a moment, scanning Vasquez’s face before nodding slightly, as if he’s weighing his options.]
Kenneth D Williams: [Grimly] “I don’t need you in my way, Vasquez. But I’ll give you one thing… you know how to fight. If we’re gonna make it through tonight, we need to hit them harder than they hit us. And when we’re done with them, I don’t care who gets the credit.”
[Vasquez leans in slightly, his eyes narrowing with a touch of a smirk.]
Carlos Vasquez: “You’re right about one thing, Williams. I’m not looking for a title, not tonight anyway. I just want to see Generation Joint on the mat, begging for mercy. But we do this my way—no tricks, no backstabbing.”
Kenneth D Williams: [His voice low but firm] “I don’t trust you. I trust your ability to get the job done. That’s it.”
[Vasquez nods slowly, still smirking, but his eyes are locked on Williams with a glint of understanding.]
Carlos Vasquez: “Good. I think we can work with that. For one night, let’s make sure Generation Joint regrets ever crossing our paths.”
[There’s a tense silence as the two men share a moment of mutual understanding, but no trust. It’s clear they’re only working together for the common goal of taking down their mutual enemies. The camera pulls back as they turn toward the arena, ready to head to the ring, the tension between them palpable as they prepare for the main event.]
[The scene fades as they walk off together, the uneasy alliance still hanging in the air.]
sVo Roulette Championship Match
Ali Young (c) vs. Jupiter James
Backstage
Our Pleasure
[The camera cuts backstage to the locker room of Generation Joint. Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz are seen stretching and getting ready for their big tag team match later in the evening. Both men look focused, but there’s a smug sense of confidence about them. They’ve been riding high after recent successes, and they’re ready to take out their latest targets—Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams.]
[As they prepare, the door to the locker room opens, and in steps the Bully Danny Domino, the reigning sVo Champion. His title belt rests on his shoulder as he steps in, exuding confidence and arrogance. Adder and Izaz look up, and a small grin forms on their faces as they acknowledge the champion.]
Danny Domino: [With a grin, leaning against the wall] “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favourite troublemakers. You two have been making quite the name for yourselves lately, huh?”
Jay Adder: [With a sly smile] “You could say that. We’ve been cleaning house, making sure the competition knows exactly who’s in charge.”
Jacob Izaz: [Nods, cracking his knuckles] “We’re just getting started. And tonight? We’re gonna show Vasquez and Williams exactly why they shouldn’t be standing in our way.”
Danny Domino: [Nods approvingly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips] “I like the sound of that. You two… you know how to handle yourselves in the ring. And honestly, I could use a favour tonight.”
[Adder raises an eyebrow, curious, while Izaz continues preparing for the match.]
Jay Adder: [Leaning forward] “A favour? What are you getting at, Domino?”
Danny Domino: [Smirking, tapping his title belt on his shoulder] “I’m not in the mood to deal with those two idiots—Vasquez and Williams. They’re a thorn in my side, and I’d appreciate it if you two could take care of them for me. A little beatdown would go a long way.”
Jacob Izaz: [Grinning widely] “That’s what we do best. We’ll make sure those two regret even thinking they could team up.”
Jay Adder: [Nods, a confident smirk forming on his face] “Oh, we’ll make an example of them. Vasquez thinks he’s hot stuff, but I’ve seen guys like him come and go. And Williams? A glorified benchwarmer, nothing more.”
Danny Domino: [With a wicked smile] “I knew I could count on you two. I’ll leave the details to you, but I want them laid out, out cold. Make sure they don’t get up for a while. You do that, and I’ll owe you one. Hell, maybe I’ll even throw a few words in your direction with Page for a little… reward.”
[Adder and Izaz share a look before both men nod, a sense of excitement in the air.]
Jay Adder: [Smirking] “You got it, champ. Williams and Vasquez are about to get the beating of their lives. After tonight, they won’t know what hit them.”
Jacob Izaz: [With a sneer] “It’ll be our pleasure.”
[Domino looks pleased, nodding in approval as he heads for the door.]
Danny Domino: [With a grin] “Good. Make sure it’s a message they can’t ignore. And make sure you give them the full show, boys. I’ll be watching.”
[As Domino exits the locker room, Adder and Izaz exchange a nod of agreement, ready to do what they do best—dominate. The camera lingers for a moment, capturing their confident expressions before cutting away, setting the stage for the chaotic main event.]
[The scene fades as Generation Joint prepares for the showdown ahead.]
Tag Team Match
Generation Joint vs. Carlos Vasquez & Kenneth D Williams
Ringside
Message Sent
[The camera cuts to the ring where Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams are standing victorious after their hard-fought match against Generation Joint. The fans are cheering loudly as the unlikely duo share an uneasy handshake, not fully accustomed to teaming together, but still celebrating their win.]
Julian Fiasco: “What a match, ladies and gentlemen! Vasquez and Williams pulled it off against the vicious team of Adder and Izaz! The crowd here at the Goodfellas Casino Arena is on fire tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “You’ve got to hand it to these two—Vasquez and Williams may not be best friends, but they got the job done in the ring. Generation Joint thought they had this one in the bag, but they were wrong.”
[As Vasquez and Williams raise each other’s arms in the ring, the fans continue to cheer. However, there’s a sense of unease in the air. The two men are clearly still not on the same page, but for tonight, they’ve managed to come together for the win. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts as the sVo Champion, Danny Domino, rushes down to the ring with his title belt in hand.]
Julian Fiasco: “Wait a minute! What’s Danny Domino doing here?! He’s not supposed to be involved in this match!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “He looks furious! What business does Domino have with these two?!”
[Domino slides into the ring, a menacing look on his face. Before Vasquez or Williams can react, he swings the sVo Championship belt right into Carlos Vasquez’s face! The impact echoes through the arena as Vasquez crumples to the mat, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead.]
Julian Fiasco: “Oh my God! What an attack! Danny Domino just destroyed Vasquez with the title!”
[The fans explode in boos as Kenneth D Williams turns to see Vasquez down on the mat, but before he can react, Domino cracks him across the skull with the belt as well! Williams falls to the ground, clutching his head in pain.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “Domino is sending a message here tonight! This is pure brutality!”
[Domino stands tall in the centre of the ring, surveying the damage he’s caused. He slowly picks up the sVo Championship from the mat and holds it high above his head as the crowd boos loudly. He then takes a moment to look down at both Vasquez and Williams, who are both sprawled out on the canvas.]
Danny Domino: [Breathing heavily, speaking into the mic as the boos rain down] “You see, gentlemen… you thought you could take the spotlight from me, huh? You thought you could get one over on the Bully? Think again.”
[He pauses, smirking as he runs a hand through his hair.]
Danny Domino: “I’m the king around here. And tonight, I just reminded you both of that. So, enjoy the spotlight while you can. It’s going to be a long road to the top… and I’ll make sure it’s a hell of a lot harder for both of you.”
[Domino takes another glance at the two men lying motionless in the ring and raises his championship belt high once more, basking in the boos from the crowd.]
Julian Fiasco: “This is disgusting! Danny Domino just laid out both Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams after their hard-fought victory!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Domino’s message is clear tonight—he’s the champion, and he’s not about to let anyone forget it!”
[As Domino stands over the fallen bodies of Vasquez and Williams, the camera zooms in on his victorious expression. The boos grow louder, but Domino couldn’t care less. The screen slowly fades to black as the final image is of the champion standing tall, holding his title high in the air.]
Julian Fiasco: “What a brutal ending to tonight’s show. We’ll have to see what this means for the future of Carlos Vasquez, Kenneth D Williams, and the sVo Championship scene. For now, we’re out of time.”
[The screen fades to black as the show comes to a close.]
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