sVo Showdown 215
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
9th February 2025
sVo Showdown 215 – Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network!
Broadcasting from the Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada!
[The show opens with a sweeping shot of the raucous Las Vegas crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena! The fans are on their feet, holding up signs and cheering as the camera pans across the packed venue. Pyro explodes from the entrance stage as the familiar beat of the sVo Showdown theme blares through the speakers.]
Julian Fiasco: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another electric edition of sVo Showdown, live on the Sanctioned Violence Network! We are just three weeks away from the Vendetta PPV, and the action is heating up here in Las Vegas!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “That’s right, Julian! Tonight, we’ve got championship action, bitter rivalries, and huge implications for what’s to come at Vendetta!”
[The camera cuts to the commentary desk, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan sit with excited expressions.]
Julian Fiasco: “Our main event tonight is going to be an absolute war, as the reigning sVo Champion Danny Domino teams up with Generation Joint to take on two of the biggest thorns in their side, Carlos Vasquez & Kenneth D Williams, in a 3-on-2 Handicap Match!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Vasquez and Williams may not see eye to eye, but they’ve both got a score to settle with Generation Joint and Danny Domino after the attacks of the last few weeks. Can they put their differences aside long enough to survive tonight?”
[The screen flashes to a graphic of the Roulette Championship Match featuring ‘Northern Fury’ Dylan MacLeod and ‘Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood.]
Julian Fiasco: “Speaking of championships, the sVo Roulette Championship will be on the line as the new champion, Dylan MacLeod, looks to continue his reign against the unpredictable Jake Blackwood!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “MacLeod’s been on a roll, but Blackwood is no stranger to chaos. Anything can happen in a Roulette Championship match!”
[Another graphic appears, highlighting the Six-Man Tag Team Match featuring Blood Money Soldiers & Joe Barone vs. Victor Holland & the Malones.]
Julian Fiasco: “And let’s not forget about the battle brewing between Victor Holland and Blood Money. Holland refuses to back down, and tonight, he teams with The Malones to take on Joe Barone and the Blood Money Soldiers in a six-man showdown!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Holland’s got guts, but Blood Money has made it clear they won’t stop until they’ve driven him out. Can he and The Malones pull off an upset, or will Blood Money continue their dominance?”
[The camera cuts back to the lively crowd, chanting and cheering as the energy in the arena builds.]
Julian Fiasco: “There’s no telling what’s going to happen tonight, but one thing is for sure – it’s going to be one hell of a ride! Buckle up, because sVo Showdown 215 starts NOW!”
[The camera zooms in on the entrance stage, as the first match of the night is about to begin!]
Roulette Championship Match
Dylan Macleod (c) vs. Jake Blackwood
Backstage
Enemies of my Enemies…
[The camera cuts to the interview area where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand, flanked by Victor Holland and The Malones (Frankie Malone & Money Malone). Holland looks fired up, while The Malones stand with their arms crossed, nodding in agreement as they listen.]
Katie Smith: “Victor, over the last few weeks, we’ve seen you repeatedly targeted by Blood Money. Tonight, you finally have backup in the form of The Malones. How are you feeling heading into this six-man tag match?”
Victor Holland: (shaking his head) “Katie, for weeks now, Blood Money have jumped me from behind. Four-on-one, three-on-one, however they could stack the odds in their favour. They thought if they kept attacking me, I’d just lay down and take it. But I’m still here.”
[Holland turns to The Malones, smirking slightly before looking back at Katie.]
Victor Holland: “So I decided that if Blood Money wanna play the numbers game, I’d go out and find two guys that hate them just as much as I do. And who better than The Malones?”
[Frankie Malone steps forward, cracking his knuckles.]
Frankie Malone: “Blood Money like to act like they run this place, but me and my brother? We don’t take kindly to bullies. We’ve had problems with Moretti and his little crew before, and tonight, we get to punch ‘em right in the mouth.”
Money Malone: (grinning) “This ain’t just a match, Katie. This is a fight, and we ain’t gonna stop swinging until Blood Money are on the ground where they belong.”
[Holland nods in agreement, stepping back in.]
Victor Holland: “Tonight, we’re taking the fight to them. No more sneak attacks. No more gang beatdowns. Blood Money are finally gonna learn that not everyone’s afraid of them. They wanna send a message? We’re sending one back—loud and clear.”
[Katie Smith looks at the fired-up trio as the tension in the air builds.]
Katie Smith: “Well, it’s clear you’re all ready for war tonight! Good luck in your six-man tag team match!”
[The camera lingers on Holland and The Malones as they nod at each other before walking off, focused and determined.]
Six Man Tag Team Match
Blood Money Soldiers & Joe Barone vs. Victor Holland & the Malones
Backstage
Third Man Pt.1
[The camera cuts to the office of Amy Page, the COO of sVo. She is seated behind her desk, reviewing some paperwork. The door swings open, and Carlos Vasquez, also known as ‘the Miami Maverick’, steps inside. He looks frustrated, his arms crossed, and his expression serious. Amy Page looks up, a knowing smirk forming on her face as she leans back in her chair.]
Carlos Vasquez: “What is this, Amy? A handicap match in the main event tonight against Danny Domino, Jay Adder, and Jacob Izaz? You know what I’ve been dealing with, right?”
[Page raises an eyebrow and leans forward, folding her hands on the desk in front of her.]
Amy Page: “I do know, Carlos. But sometimes, a man has to prove himself. You and Kenneth D Williams have made a lot of enemies, and it’s caught up with you both. You wanted a match, you got it. A handicap match at that. Seems fair enough, doesn’t it?”
[Vasquez exhales deeply, pacing a little in front of her desk.]
Carlos Vasquez: “Fair? You’ve got me and Williams against three of the biggest threats in sVo, and you’re telling me that’s fair? I don’t need Williams on my side, Amy. If you’re gonna make me face these guys, then just make it a three-on-one. I’ll take them on myself.”
[Page’s smirk widens slightly, but she stays calm and collected.]
Amy Page: “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Carlos. You may be a great competitor, but you’re not going to get away with thinking you can do this alone. I was going to make it a three-on-three, but I couldn’t find anyone willing to team up with you or Williams. Too many enemies you’ve made in this company.”
[Vasquez glares at her, clearly annoyed.]
Carlos Vasquez: “So that’s it, huh? I either take on all three of them, or I just sit this one out? There’s no chance you’ll reconsider?”
Amy Page: (leaning back, clearly enjoying the moment) “No chance. Unless you can find a third man to join you and Williams. I’m sure you’ll figure something out. The clock’s ticking, Carlos.”
[For a moment, Vasquez stands still, considering his options, before he lets out a frustrated sigh.]
Carlos Vasquez: “Fine. You’ve got a deal. But don’t think I’m going to forget this, Amy. I’ll find someone to team with me. And when I do, we’ll make sure Domino, Adder, and Izaz regret ever messing with us.”
[Amy Page gives him a sharp, almost amused look.]
Amy Page: “I’m sure you will, Carlos. Now get moving. Time’s running out.”
[Vasquez glares one last time before turning sharply and exiting the office, slamming the door behind him. The camera lingers on Amy Page, who smirks to herself, clearly pleased with the chaos she has stirred.]
Single Match
Puck vs. Dallas Jordan
Backstage
Third Man Pt.2
[The camera cuts to the backstage corridor, where Kenneth D Williams, wearing his signature “Human Highlight Reel” jacket, is pacing back and forth. He looks focused and determined, but there’s a bit of urgency in his movements as he searches for someone. He stops when he spots CJ Dreamer, the veteran Las Vegas wrestler, who is sitting on a bench, tying his boots.]
Kenneth D Williams: “CJ! Hey, you got a minute?”
[Dreamer looks up, his expression neutral but with a hint of curiosity. He puts down his boots and looks Williams up and down.]
CJ Dreamer: “What’s up, kid? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
Kenneth D Williams: (leaning in, lowering his voice) “I need a favour. You know the situation tonight, right? It’s me and Carlos Vasquez against Danny Domino, Jay Adder, and Jacob Izaz in a handicap match. We’ve got no one to back us up.”
[Dreamer raises an eyebrow, slightly amused by the situation but not fully convinced.]
CJ Dreamer: “Yeah, I saw that. Sounds like a mess. And you need me to bail you out, huh?”
Kenneth D Williams: (earnestly) “Look, I’m not asking for a handout. It’s not about us getting along. But you know what Domino and his crew are like. It’s about stopping a bully before he runs this place into the ground. We need a third man, CJ. You want in?”
[Dreamer’s expression shifts as he thinks about the offer. He leans back, giving a slow, deliberate nod.]
CJ Dreamer: “You know what? I don’t like you or Vasquez. Never have. But I hate bullies like Danny Domino more. And that’s what he is — a bully. You want me to stand with you tonight, take on him, Adder, and Izaz? I’m in.”
[Williams grins, relieved but still focused.]
Kenneth D Williams: “Thanks, CJ. I promise you, you won’t regret this. Let’s give Domino and his boys a lesson in respect tonight.”
[Dreamer stands up, offering a firm handshake to Williams, who shakes it enthusiastically.]
CJ Dreamer: “Don’t get me wrong, Williams. After tonight, we’re still not best friends. But we’ve got a common enemy now, and that’s good enough for me.”
Kenneth D Williams: “That’s all I need. I’ll see you out there.”
[The two exchange a quick nod before Williams walks off, clearly more confident with Dreamer now on their side. Dreamer watches him go, a determined look on his face as the camera pulls away.]
Backstage
Title Defence?
[The camera cuts to Katie Smith standing by the interview set, microphone in hand. She is clearly prepared for an important interview, and as the camera zooms out, the LA Luminary Alex Sterling, the Las Vegas Champion, walks into frame with a confident swagger. His championship belt is draped over his shoulder, and his presence commands attention.]
Katie Smith: “Alex, thank you for joining me. Earlier tonight, we saw Dylan MacLeod defend his Roulette Championship against Jake Blackwood. What did you make of his performance?”
[Sterling raises an eyebrow, his expression souring slightly as he crosses his arms.]
Alex Sterling: “Well, Katie, I saw it. But honestly? I wasn’t impressed. Dylan MacLeod? He’s a good little champion in his little category, but he doesn’t even belong in the same conversation as me. The Las Vegas Championship? That’s the real prize here. Not the roulette wheel nonsense he’s playing with. MacLeod and the rest of them can keep their little toys; they’ll never reach my level.”
Katie Smith: “Well, that leads me to my next question. When can we expect you to defend your Las Vegas Championship next? There’s been a lot of speculation—”
[Before she can finish her question, Sterling cuts her off, his tone turning sharp.]
Alex Sterling: “Defend? Defend? What kind of question is that, Katie? Do you honestly think I should be answering to you or anyone else about when I defend MY title? I’m the LA Luminary, the Las Vegas Champion. I don’t need to answer to anyone’s demands. I’ll defend my championship when I see fit. It’s not your place to rush me.”
[Sterling’s eyes narrow as he steps closer to the camera, his voice growing more heated.]
Alex Sterling: “So, as far as I’m concerned, this interview is over. I’ve got better things to do than waste time with questions about my title defences.”
[Sterling snatches his championship belt from his shoulder and walks off, leaving Katie Smith standing there, taken aback by his quick exit.]
Katie Smith: “Well… there you have it. The Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling, not in the mood to talk about his next defence. Back to you, Julian and Jeremiah.”
[The camera lingers for a moment on Katie Smith before cutting back to the commentators.]
Single Match
Dan Williams vs. Michael Sexton
Backstage
Third Man Pt.3
[The camera fades in, showing a chaotic scene backstage. CJ Dreamer is being held up against a locker by Jacob Izaz, while Jay Adder delivers a series of brutal punches to Dreamer’s midsection. sVo Champion Danny Domino is standing over him, laughing menacingly. Dreamer’s face is bloodied, his eyes dazed from the assault. The trio of Blood Money clearly isn’t holding back.]
Danny Domino: “This is what happens when you think you can just walk in and play hero, Dreamer! You think you’re going to stand with Vasquez and Williams? Not in MY sVo!”
[Izaz throws Dreamer to the floor, and Adder stomps on his chest. The crowd at home can hear the thudding of boots, echoing in the silence.]
Jay Adder: “You should’ve stayed out of this, old man. You’re just another example of why you don’t mess with us.”
[As Dreamer struggles to catch his breath on the cold concrete, the medical staff rush to the scene, frantically trying to assess the situation. Danny Domino stands over Dreamer, looking down at him with a sneer.]
Danny Domino: “Look at this! Look at what happens when you try to make a difference. I’m sending a message here, Vasquez. Williams, I hope you’re watching. This is what you get when you cross me and Blood Money. This is your future, because I’ll be sure it’s the same fate waiting for both of you.”
[Medical personnel kneel beside Dreamer, checking on him as Domino raises his sVo Championship high over his head, a mocking grin plastered on his face.]
Danny Domino: “Oh, and one more thing… the main event tonight? It’s not a three on three match anymore. It’s back to a handicap match. There’s no way Dreamer’s going to make it out there. This is just a preview of what’s coming for Vasquez and Williams. They’re next!”
[The camera zooms in on Domino’s smirking face as Izaz and Adder step back, arms folded, watching as the medical staff tend to Dreamer. Domino, full of confidence, walks off, his footsteps heavy.]
[The camera cuts to the commentators.]
Julian Fiasco: “Well, it looks like we’re in for another major change in the main event tonight. With CJ Dreamer being taken out by Blood Money, it’s now a handicap match. Danny Domino’s message is clear: Vasquez and Williams are going to get the beating of their lives later tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “This is a disgrace, Julian. But it’s no surprise coming from someone like Danny Domino. We’ll see if Vasquez and Williams can survive this onslaught next!”
[The camera lingers on the chaotic scene as medical staff continue to tend to CJ Dreamer, then fades to black.]
Handicap Match
Danny Domino & Generation Joint vs. Carlos Vasquez & Kenneth D Williams
Ringside
Bully Numbers
[The camera fades in to the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the aftermath of the brutal three on two handicap match is unfolding. The ring is littered with the broken bodies of Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams, barely able to move after the savage attack from Danny Domino, Jacob Izaz, and Jay Adder. The fans are booing loudly, showing their displeasure as the trio of Blood Money stand tall in the centre of the ring.]
Danny Domino: “And that, gentlemen, is how we do things around here. Vasquez… Williams… you should’ve known better than to step into our world!”
[Domino holds the sVo Championship high in the air, a smug grin on his face as Izaz and Adder join him, staring down at their fallen opponents.]
Jay Adder: “You two thought you could take us down? You thought you could fight against Generation Joint? Well, look around… this is what happens when you step into our ring!”
Jacob Izaz: “And tonight, this wasn’t about us. This was about sending a message. You see, Vasquez and Williams, you’re not just facing me or Adder. You’re facing the champion. The one who runs this whole place!”
[Domino grins wider, nodding in agreement as he motions to the sVo Championship.]
Danny Domino: “I’ve already proven that I’m the top dog here. And as for you, Vasquez, you can forget about ever getting your hands on this title. I’m untouchable, and this is MY division.”
[Vasquez stirs on the mat, trying to push himself up, but the numbers game is too much. Williams is in no better state, slumped in the corner, trying to get to his feet. Domino, Adder, and Izaz turn their backs on their opponents.]
Danny Domino: “That’s the last time you two think you’ll ever stand a chance. The next time you see me, it’s going to be even worse. I’m in control now, and no one can touch me.”
[Domino raises his sVo Championship belt high once more, the boos getting louder from the crowd. He steps over Vasquez, a smug smirk on his face as Izaz and Adder follow suit, making sure to leave no doubt that he is in control.]
Jeremiah Sloan: “This is sickening. I’ve never seen anything like this, Julian. What a dominating display by Danny Domino and his cronies tonight.”
Julian Fiasco: “The numbers game was too much for Vasquez and Williams tonight. It’s clear that Blood Money has the upper hand, and I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this war. Vasquez and Williams are going to have to regroup after this brutal assault.”
[The camera cuts to Vasquez and Williams, barely able to move, as Domino & Generation Joint stands victorious over them. The boos of the crowd echo throughout the arena as the show fades to black.]
[End of Segment – Show goes off the air.]
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