sVo Showdown 217
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
2nd March 2025
Backstage
Not Tonight
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Danny Domino, the former sVo Champion, storms through the hallways with an angry look on his face. His jaw is clenched tight, and his fists are balled up in frustration after losing the title at the Vendetta 2025 PPV. He’s clearly not in a good mood.
As Domino approaches the entrance to the arena, he’s stopped in his tracks by none other than Amy Page, the sVo COO. Standing by her side are her intimidating enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, both of them glaring at Domino. Page smirks at the sight of the irate former champion.
Amy Page (calmly):
“Well, well, well… look who decided to show up. What do you want, Domino?”
Domino’s face turns a deep shade of red as he stares down Page, his anger palpable.
Danny Domino (gritting his teeth):
“I’m here to do what I should’ve done last week—get my title back. Carlos Vasquez can’t hold that championship for long. It’s mine, and I’m gonna take it from him.”
Page raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed by Domino’s anger. She crosses her arms, clearly in control of the situation.
Amy Page (coolly):
“Not tonight, Danny. In fact, you’re not going to be doing anything tonight. You’re suspended.”
Domino’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he steps forward, ready to challenge Page.
Danny Domino (sharply):
“What do you mean, suspended? What the hell are you talking about?”
Amy Page (smiling):
“I’m talking about your actions last week at Vendetta. You went way too far when you attacked Harper W Williams, our referee. You know the rules, Domino—you can’t touch an official. As a result, you’re suspended from tonight’s show, and you’ve also been fined.”
The camera zooms in on Domino’s face as his expression turns to one of pure rage. He looks ready to explode, but he stops himself as he sees Washington and Reid flanking Page, their eyes locked on him like hawks.
Danny Domino (snarling):
“You think you can just suspend me? You think you can stop me from getting my title back?”
Amy Page (smirking):
“I’m not stopping you from anything, Danny. But I am stopping you from causing any more chaos tonight. I suggest you cool off and think about how you want to handle this. But as of right now… you’re done for tonight.”
Domino stands there for a moment, clenching his fists, clearly weighing his options. He glares at Washington and Reid, who stand stoically by Page’s side, their presence making it clear that any attempt to escalate the situation would be met with serious consequences.
Domino shakes his head in frustration, clearly not in the mood to take on the enforcers tonight. With a final glare at Page, he turns and walks away, his footsteps heavy with anger.
Amy Page (watching him leave):
“Good choice, Danny. Better luck next time.”
The camera lingers on Page’s satisfied smile as she watches Domino walk off-screen, still fuming. Washington and Reid follow her as they all head in the opposite direction, leaving the backstage area in a tense silence.
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“Well, that’s one way to deal with a disgruntled former champion. Looks like Danny Domino is going to have to wait a little longer to get his rematch.”
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“I don’t think this is over by a long shot, but for tonight, Amy Page seems to have the upper hand!”
The camera cuts to the next segment, the tension from the encounter still hanging in the air.
The camera pans across the packed Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, where the crowd is still buzzing from the fallout of last week’s historic Vendetta 2025 pay-per-view! The lights flash across the excited fans holding up their signs, cheering, and ready for another night of intense sVo action!
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 217! We are just one week removed from an unforgettable Vendetta 2025, where we saw a brand-new sVo Champion crowned in Carlos Vasquez!”
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“That’s right, Julian! The Miami Maverick dethroned Danny Domino and is now standing at the top of the mountain! But you know as well as I do—winning the title is one thing, but keeping it? That’s a whole different fight!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And tonight, we are expecting to hear from the new champ himself, but that’s not all! We’ve got a huge lineup!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Speaking of clashes, we’ll also see the newly motivated Generation Joint take on the Malones, and the Canadian Connection will be in action against the Blood Money Soldiers!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And let’s not forget, we’re kicking things off with a singles bout between the high-flying Noah Rogan and the always unpredictable Jupiter James!”
Suddenly, the lights dim, and the arena is bathed in a golden glow as the triumphant sounds of “Scarface (Push It to the Limit)” blare through the speakers. The fans erupt in a mix of cheers and admiration as the new sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez, steps onto the stage, the championship belt slung over his shoulder. Dressed in an expensive suit with a Cuban-link chain, Vasquez takes in the moment, flashing his signature smirk before striding confidently down the ramp.
Julian Fiasco:
“And there he is! The brand-new sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez! And I gotta say, Jeremiah, he looks damn good with that gold!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The man fought like a warrior last week and finally fulfilled his promise of becoming champion! But the real question is—who will step up next to challenge him?”
Vasquez steps into the ring and hoists the sVo Championship high into the air, soaking in the reaction from the fans. He takes a moment to admire the gold before placing it over his shoulder and bringing a microphone to his lips.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Y’know somethin’? A lotta people doubted me. A lotta people thought I couldn’t do it. But look at me now, chico—I told you all this was my destiny.”
The fans cheer loudly as Vasquez pats the championship belt.
Carlos Vasquez:
“For too long, this championship was held by a coward—by a bully who thought he could do whatever he wanted. Danny Domino thought he could run this place like a dictator. But guess what, chico? There’s a new boss in town now. And unlike him? I’m gonna be a fighting champion!”
The crowd roars in approval, but before Vasquez can continue, the theme music of CJ Dreamer hits! The fans explode with excitement as Dreamer makes his way down to the ring, microphone in hand, a determined look on his face.
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Whoa! CJ Dreamer is wasting no time! He wants to talk to the new champion right now!”
Dreamer slides into the ring and walks right up to Vasquez, eyeing the sVo Championship before turning his attention to the champion himself.
CJ Dreamer:
“Carlos, first off—congrats, man. You fought like hell at Vendetta, and you earned that title. But I gotta say—I love what I’m hearing. You wanna be a fighting champion?”
Vasquez nods with a smirk.
CJ Dreamer:
“Good, because I want another shot. I came this close to taking that title off of Domino before he jumped me backstage. I never got my fair shot, but now you’re the champion… so how about you put your money where your mouth is and give me that chance?”
The crowd erupts, chanting “DREAMER! DREAMER! DREAMER!” as Vasquez ponders for a moment before raising his mic again.
Carlos Vasquez:
“You got guts, chico, I’ll give you that. And you know what? I respect that. You want your shot? You got it.”
The arena EXPLODES as Vasquez points at Dreamer, solidifying the match!
Carlos Vasquez:
“Tonight. You and me, for the sVo Championship.”
Dreamer grins and nods as the two men stand face-to-face, the tension thick in the air. The fans are absolutely electric at the announcement!
Julian Fiasco:
“Oh my god! Carlos Vasquez is wasting no time proving he’s a fighting champion! We’ve got a HUGE sVo Championship match in our main event—TONIGHT!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“What a way to kick off Showdown 217! Vasquez just put everything on the line in his very first night as champion! Can he back it up, or will Dreamer shock the world? We’re in for one hell of a night!”
The show cuts to its first commercial break as Vasquez and Dreamer continue to stare each other down, setting the stage for an explosive main event!
Single Match
Noah Rogan vs. Jupiter James
Backstage
&NEW!
The camera cuts backstage to Katie Smith, who is standing with Dave Miller and Dan Williams of the Southern Boys, alongside their manager Halley Dallas. The two men are proudly holding the sVo Tag Team Championship belts around their waists, grinning ear to ear after their hard-fought victory last week at Vendetta. They look like they’ve just made history.
Katie Smith (smiling):
“I’m here with the brand-new sVo Tag Team Champions, the Southern Boys—Dave Miller and Dan Williams! Gentlemen, first of all, congratulations on your win last week at Vendetta. How does it feel to finally capture the sVo Tag Team Championship after all the hard work you’ve put in?”
Dave Miller takes the microphone and speaks up, his southern accent thick with pride.
Dave Miller (beaming):
“Feels damn good, Katie. We’ve been bustin’ our tails for months now, takin’ on anyone and everyone in the back, and last week we proved we’re the best team in this whole damn company. The Sin City Scoundrels thought they could keep us down, but we’ve been workin’ together for too long, and we came out on top. And now, we’re the champions, and ain’t nobody takin’ this from us!”
Dan Williams nods in agreement, his face full of confidence.
Dan Williams (with a grin):
“That’s right. We’ve earned this. You can’t teach the kind of chemistry we’ve got. And now we’re the Southern Boys, baby! Tag Team Champions of the sVo! This is just the start for us, Katie. We’re gonna keep this belt and keep proving why we’re the best.”
Halley Dallas steps in, smiling proudly at the two men standing next to her. She pats both of them on the back.
Halley Dallas (smirking):
“Y’all can see it in their eyes. These boys have worked for this. They didn’t just win the titles—they earned them, and now they’re gonna keep them. I’ve been by their side through it all, and I gotta say, I’m proud of them.”
Katie Smith (nodding):
“Well, speaking of last week, the Sin City Scoundrels did not take kindly to losing to you two, and they attacked you right after your victory celebrations. What’s your response to that?”
Dave Miller’s grin fades, and he stands up straighter, his tone turning more serious.
Dave Miller:
“Yeah, they sure did, didn’t they? But you know what? That’s just the kind of low-life scumbags they are. They couldn’t accept the fact that they lost, so they decided to try and ruin our moment. They attacked us when our backs were turned, but that’s fine. Because we’re still standing here today as the champions. And if they wanna run their mouths and play dirty, we’re ready. We’re always ready to fight for these belts.”
Dan Williams nods, his expression hardening with determination.
Dan Williams:
“They can try to ruin our celebration all they want, but it doesn’t change the fact that we beat them fair and square. Now they can deal with the consequences. We’re the champs now, and we’re ready to defend these titles against anyone who thinks they can take ‘em from us. But the Sin City Scoundrels? They’ve got a lot to answer for.”
Halley Dallas steps forward again, a sly grin on her face.
Halley Dallas:
“They’re gonna learn that you don’t mess with the Southern Boys. This was just the beginning. There’s gonna be more where that came from. And next time they try something dirty, they’ll regret it.”
Katie Smith, clearly impressed by their response, looks back at the Southern Boys and nods.
Katie Smith:
“Well, there you have it, folks. The Southern Boys are making a statement here in the sVo. And as for the Sin City Scoundrels, it seems like this rivalry is far from over. Back to you, guys.”
The camera zooms out as the Southern Boys stand proudly in the center of the frame, holding their newly won titles high as Halley Dallas stands next to them, smiling as they exude confidence. The screen fades to black as the segment ends.
Tag Team Match
Canadian Connection vs. Blood Money Solders
Backstage
Title Defence
The camera cuts backstage to Katie Smith, who is standing by with a microphone in hand in front of a locker room. She smiles at the camera before turning her attention to the man beside her: Alex Sterling, the Las Vegas Champion. Sterling stands tall, his championship belt shining around his waist. He gives a cocky smile as he looks at Smith.
Katie Smith (smiling, ready for her question):
“Joining me now is the Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling. Alex, last week, you defended your title against Marty Murdoch, an unsigned rookie. And while you successfully retained the title, you had quite a difficult time in the match. Why do you think that was?”
Sterling’s smile falters slightly, and he looks at Smith with an icy glare, offended by her question. He adjusts his belt with pride, not used to being questioned in such a way.
Alex Sterling (defensively):
“First off, let me remind you, Katie, I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. I’m the Las Vegas Champion. I don’t owe an explanation to you or anyone else. But if you must know, I took Murdoch lightly. I figured it’d be an easy win—after all, he’s a nobody, right? But I underestimated him. Big mistake. I got too comfortable. I’m not making that mistake again, but don’t even try to act like I didn’t dominate him in the end.”
Sterling pauses for a moment, running his hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. However, he’s clearly irritated by the line of questioning. Just as he’s about to continue, the camera pans to the left, where Dylan MacLeod, the Roulette Champion, is seen watching from a distance. He’s laughing under his breath, clearly enjoying Sterling’s frustration. MacLeod gives Sterling a mock salute before turning his attention back to the conversation.
Dylan MacLeod (laughing, loud enough to be heard):
“Didn’t seem like an easy win to me, champ. Maybe you should have taken him a little more seriously, huh?”
Sterling’s face turns red with anger as he glares at MacLeod from across the room. He immediately turns his attention back to Smith, his voice rising in frustration.
Alex Sterling (agitated):
“Are you serious right now? I’m the Las Vegas Champion, and I don’t need to justify myself to him! I didn’t struggle. You hear that, MacLeod? I didn’t struggle! I still won, and that’s all that matters.”
Sterling takes a step forward, clearly seething. He glances back at Smith, who is trying to maintain her composure as she watches the interaction.
Alex Sterling (fuming):
“I’m done here. I don’t need to explain myself to anyone. This interview is over.”
Sterling snatches the microphone out of Smith’s hand before storming off toward the locker room, his anger still evident in his every step. Smith watches him go, then looks to MacLeod, who simply shrugs with a smirk on his face.
Katie Smith (to the camera, sighing):
“Well, there you have it, folks. It looks like the Las Vegas Champion has some… things to work through. Back to you.”
As the camera zooms out, the sound of MacLeod’s laughter can be heard faintly in the background as the screen cuts to black.
Ringside
A Fix
The camera cuts to the ring, where the familiar sounds of “Canada’s Pride” Dylan MacLeod’s theme song begin to play. The fans erupt into cheers as the Roulette Champion walks confidently down to the ring. He’s dressed in his ring gear, with the Roulette Championship belt draped over his shoulder. MacLeod takes his time, high-fiving fans on his way down the aisle, fully embracing the love from the audience as he slides under the ropes and enters the ring.
MacLeod stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, smiling ear to ear. The crowd continues to cheer for their hero, and MacLeod soaks in the moment, holding the title high above his head.
Dylan MacLeod (grinning, taking in the crowd’s cheers):
“Las Vegas! How are we tonight, huh?!”
The crowd roars back, louder than ever, giving their approval to the popular Canadian. He waits for the noise to die down before speaking again.
Dylan MacLeod (leaning into the microphone):
“Now, I’ve got a little confession to make tonight. You see, earlier this week, I spun the Roulette wheel to figure out who my next challenger would be. You know, the usual random selection, the way the wheel works. But this week, I did something a little… different.”
MacLeod pauses for a moment, letting the intrigue build before he continues.
Dylan MacLeod:
“I added an extra name to the wheel. I didn’t do it because I was worried about who I’d face. I’m not scared of anyone in this company. Nah, I did it because I believe this person deserves a shot—someone who’s been treated unfairly. Someone who was disrespected by a certain… Las Vegas Champion last week.”
The fans begin to murmur, starting to piece together what MacLeod is implying. The reaction is instant, and they start to cheer in anticipation.
Dylan MacLeod:
“So, I made sure the wheel landed on that name, because this man deserves to be back in this ring. And I’m not just talking about giving him a shot because of what happened last week. I’m doing this because I believe in fairness, and I believe that every competitor should get the chance they deserve!”
The fans continue to cheer louder as MacLeod nods with approval at the crowd’s reaction. He looks at the ramp and then back at the audience.
Dylan MacLeod:
“So, without further ado… I want you all to give a warm, enthusiastic sVo welcome to a man who’s earned his opportunity: Marty Murdoch!“
The crowd goes wild as the camera cuts to the backstage area, where Marty Murdoch, the 150-pound underdog, walks out from behind the curtain. Murdoch is smiling ear to ear, clearly overwhelmed by the opportunity and the fans’ support. As he makes his way down the ramp, the fans cheer him on, chanting his name in unison.
Murdoch slides into the ring, looking at MacLeod in awe. The two share a moment of mutual respect before MacLeod hands him the microphone.
Dylan MacLeod (patting Murdoch on the back):
“You’ve got this, Marty. Tonight’s your night, buddy.”
Murdoch nods with a smile, his eyes filled with determination. The crowd is fully behind him as MacLeod steps back, ready to let Murdoch take his shot at the Roulette Championship.
Marty Murdoch (grinning, but nervous):
“Thank you, Dylan. I’m going to make the most of this, and tonight, I’m going to show everyone that miracles happen! This is my chance, and I’m going to take it!”
The fans cheer for Murdoch, and the excitement in the arena is palpable. With Murdoch fired up and the title on the line, the atmosphere builds to a fever pitch as the match is set to begin.
The camera cuts to ringside as the bell rings, signaling that the match for the Roulette Championship is about to begin.
Roulette Championship Match
Dylan MacLeod (c) vs. Marty Murdoch
Ringside
Chance
The camera cuts to the ring, where the fans are still buzzing from the shocking conclusion of the Roulette Championship match. Marty Murdoch stands in the center of the ring, holding the Roulette Championship belt high above his head. His face is full of disbelief, but there’s also a wide grin of triumph as the fans cheer him on.
Murdoch, who had just defeated Dylan MacLeod in a match full of twists, finally realizes what he’s accomplished. His dream has come true, but the story behind his victory is one for the books—after taking advantage of an unexpected interference by Alex Sterling, who attacked both himself and MacLeod during the match. With the odds stacked against him, Murdoch somehow capitalized, pinning MacLeod to win the title in a stunning upset.
The crowd continues to chant Murdoch’s name, and his eyes are filled with emotion as he stands victorious, soaking in the cheers.
Marty Murdoch (breathing heavily, holding the belt):
“Las Vegas! I can’t believe it! This—this is real! I’m your new Roulette Champion!“
The fans erupt in applause, cheering wildly for Murdoch’s underdog victory. He paces around the ring, holding the belt tightly to his chest as he tries to collect his thoughts.
Marty Murdoch (grinning, excited):
“I’ve been in this business for years, working my way up, fighting every step of the way, and tonight… tonight—it’s all paid off! I’ve always dreamed of being here, and I’ve always believed that if you just keep pushing, keep believing, anything can happen!”
The fans cheer again, rallying behind Murdoch as he continues his speech.
Marty Murdoch:
“I know a lot of people didn’t think I could do it. Heck, I wasn’t even sure at times. But tonight… I made it happen. And you know what? It wasn’t just me. It was all of you. Every single person in this arena who has supported me, who’s believed in me from the start. This one’s for you! This championship is for all of us!”
Murdoch raises the title once more, and the crowd goes wild, chanting his name. But the energy shifts as the arena’s lights flicker, and the camera zooms in on the entrance ramp.
Suddenly, Alex Sterling’s music hits, and the former Las Vegas Champion steps out onto the stage. Sterling smirks, eyes narrowed, as he watches Murdoch celebrate in the ring. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, the crowd booing him loudly.
Marty Murdoch (noticing Sterling, with a defiant look):
“Hey! What’s the matter, Alex? You upset I beat your little golden boy to become the new champion?”
Sterling reaches the ring, microphone in hand, and smirks as he looks Murdoch up and down.
Alex Sterling (with a mocking tone):
“Yeah, Marty, I’ve got to hand it to you—you got lucky tonight. But let’s not forget how you won. I made it happen for you. You’re welcome. Without me, you’d still be a nobody.”
The crowd boos loudly at Sterling’s arrogance, but Murdoch stands firm, the Roulette Championship still held tightly in his hands.
Marty Murdoch (with a wink, a bit of cockiness in his tone):
“Yeah, you did me a favor, Sterling. But don’t kid yourself—you’re the one who got embarrassed. You thought you could just attack me and Dylan MacLeod and get away with it, but look who’s standing here with the gold! You can keep pretending it was all part of your plan, but tonight, the real winner is me.”
Sterling steps closer to the ring, eyes narrowing in anger.
Alex Sterling (getting heated):
“You think this is over? No. This was just the beginning. You don’t get to walk in here, get handed a title, and think you can just waltz off into the sunset. I’m going to make sure you regret this. You may have won tonight, but if I ever feel like it, I’ll take that title from you in three seconds flat.”
The tension is palpable as Sterling glares at Murdoch, who holds the title even tighter, not backing down. The two stare each other down as the crowd buzzes in anticipation of what might come next.
Sterling raises his mic one more time, a sneer on his face.
Alex Sterling:
“Enjoy it while it lasts, Marty. Because when if come for you… I will take that championship. And you’ll know exactly who the real champion is.”
With that, Sterling drops the microphone, turning to leave, still glaring at Murdoch. The fans cheer as Murdoch stands tall in the ring, holding the Roulette Championship high above his head, his victory tonight cemented as one of the biggest upsets in sVo history. The segment ends with Murdoch soaking in the admiration of the crowd, his future now filled with possibilities—and challenges.
Backstage
Moving On
The camera cuts backstage to Katie Smith, who is standing by in front of a locker room. She is holding a microphone and preparing for her interview. She looks up as Kenneth D Williams, the Human Highlight Reel, walks into the shot, the same confidence he’s known for exuding from his every step. Williams, fresh off a victory last week where he got his revenge on Generation Joint, has a determined look in his eyes.
Katie Smith (smiling):
“Joining me now is the Human Highlight Reel, Kenneth D Williams! Kenneth, last week you made a big statement when you got your revenge on Generation Joint, but now that that’s behind you, what’s next for you?”
Williams leans in slightly, a look of determination on his face as he starts to speak, his words full of conviction.
Kenneth D Williams (smirking):
“Yeah, last week was all about payback. I took care of my business with Generation Joint—that’s all in the past now. I’m done with them. They’re just a chapter in the story I’ve been writing for myself. And that story? It’s all about one thing now: the sVo Championship. I’ve been chasing that title my whole career, Katie. And now that my mind is clear, that’s all I’m focused on. I’m coming for the top, and this time, nobody’s gonna stop me.”
As Williams continues to speak, the camera angle shifts slightly, and Anthony Moretti walks into frame, flanked by the rest of Blood Money—Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo. Moretti eyes Williams, sizing him up, his expression one of disdain.
Anthony Moretti (smirking):
“Well, well, well. Look who thinks they’re next in line for the sVo Championship. Kenneth D Williams, huh? You think you’ve earned a shot, huh? I don’t think so. You’ve been playing in the shadows of bigger players for too long. You’re not ready for the big leagues, kid.”
Williams doesn’t back down, his stance firm as he stands tall in front of Moretti.
Kenneth D Williams (laughing sarcastically):
“Oh, I see. So now, the mighty Anthony Moretti thinks I’m not ready, huh? Maybe I don’t need your approval, Moretti. I’ve earned my place in this company, and I’m done wasting time. I want a shot at that sVo Championship.”
Moretti shakes his head and steps closer, his tone colder now.
Anthony Moretti:
“Get in line, Williams. You think you’re gonna skip the line and waltz right into a title shot? Nah, that’s not how this works. You want to prove you’re worthy of sharing a ring with me? You can start by proving yourself against Joe Barone—our Problem Solver.”
Joe Barone smirks at Williams, cracking his knuckles as he steps forward with a look of arrogance in his eyes.
Joe Barone (taunting):
“Yeah, I think you could use a little lesson in respect. Show me what you’ve got, highlight reel. But don’t think for a second you’re getting a pass after that. Prove you can hang with the best, and maybe we’ll talk about a shot at that title.”
Williams stands there for a moment, considering the offer. The tension is palpable, but he doesn’t flinch.
Kenneth D Williams (grinning):
“You know what, Moretti? I’ll take that challenge. And when I beat Barone, you can bet your ass I’ll be right on your tail for that sVo Championship. You’ve got a problem with me? Well, the Human Highlight Reel is gonna solve it.”
Williams gives a quick nod to the Blood Money group, then turns his attention back to Katie Smith, his grin widening.
Kenneth D Williams (smiling confidently):
“Tonight, Joe Barone’s gonna get a lesson in why they call me the Human Highlight Reel. And when that’s done, I’m going straight for the gold. You hear that, Moretti? Straight for the gold.”
Katie Smith nods, clearly impressed by Williams’ response.
Katie Smith:
“Well, it looks like the road to the sVo Championship is going through Joe Barone tonight. But with the stakes this high, we’re all going to be watching to see what happens. Back to you, guys.”
As Katie finishes her sentence, the camera zooms in on Williams, who walks off with a confident stride, the energy in the locker room palpable as he heads to the ring for his upcoming match with Joe Barone.
Tag Team Match
Generation Joint vs. The Malones
Backstage
Don’t Call it an Upset
The camera cuts backstage where Katie Smith is standing with her microphone ready. Standing beside her is CJ Dreamer, who is flanked by his protege, Ricky Johnson. Dreamer is dressed in his ring gear, looking focused and confident ahead of his main event title match against Carlos Vasquez later tonight.
Katie Smith (smiling, microphone in hand):
“CJ, tonight, you have the opportunity to challenge for the sVo Championship against Carlos Vasquez. Earlier tonight, we saw Marty Murdoch pull off a huge upset to win the Roulette Championship. Do you think we’re in store for another upset tonight when you face Vasquez?”
Dreamer looks at Smith with a cocky grin, his arms crossed over his chest as he nods slowly, clearly confident.
CJ Dreamer (laughing, shaking his head):
“Upset? No, Katie. I don’t think you understand what’s about to happen tonight. When I win the sVo Championship, it won’t be an upset. It’ll be exactly what’s meant to happen. I’ve been here for a long time, I’ve put in the work, and I’ve taken the hits. This is MY time.”
Ricky Johnson, standing beside Dreamer, nods in agreement, clearly proud of his mentor.
CJ Dreamer (continuing, his voice filled with intensity):
“Vasquez might have a shiny new title, but he’s been running around acting like he’s the top dog. I’ve fought harder than anyone in this company. And when I walk out of that ring tonight with the sVo Championship, it won’t be a surprise. It will be the moment I’ve been working toward. People talk about me being the underdog, but tonight? The underdog becomes the champion.”
Katie Smith (nodding, intrigued):
“Well, CJ, you certainly seem confident heading into your title match. But what about Vasquez? He’s a tough competitor, and he’s proven himself to be quite the champion when winning the belt. How do you plan to handle him in the main event tonight?”
Dreamer smirks, clearly unfazed by the question, his eyes narrowing as he addresses Katie.
CJ Dreamer:
“Vasquez? Sure, he’s tough. He’s got that edge. But he’s never faced someone like me. I’ve been through wars, Katie. I’ve faced every type of opponent, and I’ve beaten every type of challenger. What Vasquez doesn’t have is the heart, the drive, and the sheer willpower to do whatever it takes to hold onto that title. And when he realizes that tonight, when he realizes that I am the better man in that ring, that title will be mine.”
Dreamer glances at Ricky Johnson, who gives him an encouraging nod, before looking back at Katie.
CJ Dreamer (smiling confidently):
“So, no, it won’t be an upset. Tonight will be the start of the Dreamer Era in sVo. I’m taking that championship, and there’s nothing Vasquez, or anyone else, can do about it.”
Katie Smith smiles, impressed by Dreamer’s confidence, but also intrigued by the palpable intensity in his voice.
Katie Smith:
“Well, you certainly seem prepared for the fight of your life tonight, CJ. Good luck in the main event. We’ll see if you’re able to back up that confidence.”
Dreamer nods, flashing a final, confident smirk before walking off with Ricky Johnson, heading toward the ring for his highly anticipated match later in the evening. The camera stays on Katie Smith as she looks on, clearly impressed by Dreamer’s mindset heading into the title match.
The screen fades to black as the tension continues to build for the main event, with the crowd eagerly awaiting the showdown between CJ Dreamer and Carlos Vasquez for the sVo Championship.
Single Match
Kenneth D Williams vs. Joe Barone
Backstage
1st Defence of Many
The camera cuts backstage where Katie Smith is standing with her microphone in hand. She is joined by the current sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez. Vasquez stands with the title belt slung over his shoulder, exuding confidence, and wearing his signature cocky smirk. Katie looks ready to dive into her questions.
Katie Smith (smiling, microphone in hand):
“Carlos, tonight, you’re defending your sVo Championship against CJ Dreamer in the main event. How are you feeling heading into this match, especially with Dreamer’s confidence level at an all-time high?”
Vasquez looks at Katie, raising an eyebrow as he takes the belt off his shoulder and holds it up slightly to show off the gold. He grins widely, clearly enjoying the attention.
Carlos Vasquez (smirking):
“How do I feel, Katie? Well, let me put it to you this way: I’m the sVo Champion, and that’s not by accident. Dreamer’s confidence? It’s cute. I respect it, I really do. But you see, I’ve been in this position before. I’ve been at the top, and I’ve fought some of the best. Dreamer? He’s just another guy trying to make a name for himself at my expense. And trust me, when this is all said and done, it’ll be just another night where Carlos Vasquez proves why he’s the best.”
Katie Smith (nodding, asking a follow-up question):
“Dreamer has said that he’s been working his whole career for this moment, that it’s his time to hold the title. Do you think he has what it takes to take the championship from you?”
Vasquez chuckles, a low, mocking laugh as he glances at the belt in his hands.
Carlos Vasquez (with a smirk):
“Look, Katie, Dreamer’s been around for a long time, but there’s a reason why I’m holding this championship and he’s still chasing it. I don’t think he has what it takes. He’s got all the fire, all the heart, but that’s not what it takes to be a true champion. It takes skill, it takes mentality, and it takes guts. And tonight, Dreamer will learn the hard way that while he’s chasing his dreams, I’m living mine.”
Vasquez holds the championship belt up high, his eyes focused on the camera as he addresses the fans.
Carlos Vasquez (confidently):
“And after tonight? After I defeat Dreamer? I’ll continue to prove that this title, this gold, it belongs around my waist. Dreamer’s not the first guy who’s said it’s his time, and he sure won’t be the last. But there’s a reason I’m the champion right now, and it’s not just luck. I’m the best. And Dreamer? Well, tonight’s just another stepping stone for me.”
Katie Smith (smiling, wrapping up):
“Well, Carlos, you certainly seem confident, and you’ve been nothing short of dominant since winning the title. Best of luck in your match tonight against CJ Dreamer. We’ll see if you can hold onto that title.”
Vasquez gives a final smug grin and raises the title above his head once again, as the camera pans in on the sVo Championship gleaming under the lights.
Carlos Vasquez (with a final laugh):
“Thank you, Katie. But I don’t need luck. I’ve got this all under control.”
The camera cuts to black as Vasquez walks off, still holding the championship with swagger, heading toward his title defense against CJ Dreamer later in the evening.
sVo Championship Match
Carlos Vasquez (c) vs. CJ Dreamer
Ringside
Surrounded
The camera cuts to the ring where Carlos Vasquez stands tall, the sVo Championship proudly draped over his shoulder. The crowd is buzzing with excitement from the hard-fought main event. After a grueling battle, Vasquez has just defeated CJ Dreamer, and he’s taking a moment to savor his victory.
The fans cheer for the champion, but their cheers quickly turn into boos as the music of Blood Money blares over the speakers. The camera shifts to the entrance ramp, and we see Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Nicky Columbo, and Junior Gambino marching down to the ring, looking menacing and determined. They make their way to the ring, not breaking eye contact with Vasquez, who stands in the center of the ring, still holding his title.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“Wait a minute! What the hell is this? Blood Money is here! It looks like they’re heading straight for Vasquez!”
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“They’ve been lurking around for weeks now, and now it looks like they want to make a statement after Vasquez’s win. This doesn’t look good for the champion.”
Blood Money surrounds the ring, each member exuding an air of menace. Vasquez, standing alone in the ring, holds the title belt high as a weapon, preparing to defend himself if necessary. The tension is palpable as Blood Money closes in.
Anthony Moretti (smirking):
“So this is the mighty Carlos Vasquez. The new sVo Champion. Congratulations, but let me tell you something, Vasquez… You’re living on borrowed time.”
The crowd boos as Moretti continues, his voice dripping with venom.
Anthony Moretti (continuing):
“You see, we don’t just let anyone hold onto this title. And while you’ve been celebrating tonight, we’ve been watching. You’re nothing more than a stepping stone for the real power in the sVo… Blood Money!”
Vasquez glares at Moretti, gripping the title tightly. The fans are on edge, unsure of what will happen next.
Carlos Vasquez (mocking, chuckling):
“Stepping stone? Please. I’ve already proven I’m the best this company has to offer. You guys want a shot at this title? You’ll have to wait in line, because there’s no one who can take this from me.”
Moretti smirks, clearly enjoying the mind games.
Anthony Moretti (laughing):
“You think you’ve got control, huh? Well, you may have won tonight, but you’re just getting started, Carlos. We’ve got plans for you, and trust me, they don’t involve you walking out of this ring with that title much longer.”
At that moment, Joe Barone steps forward, sneering at Vasquez, while Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino flank Moretti, all four men surrounding the champion.
Joe Barone (sneering):
“Vasquez, you think you’ve got it all figured out, but you’re just a small part of our game. You won’t be celebrating for long, trust me.”
Vasquez looks around, assessing his options. He tightens his grip on the title, ready to defend himself. The crowd is buzzing, waiting to see how this confrontation will unfold.
Carlos Vasquez (grinning confidently):
“You wanna come at me, huh? Well come on, boys, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Just as it seems like Blood Money is about to pounce, the tension builds to a breaking point. But before they can make a move, the camera focuses on Vasquez, still holding the title high.
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“This is going to explode any second now!”
The camera zooms in on Vasquez’s face as he taunts the menacing faction. He’s not backing down, but the odds are stacked against him.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“Looks like Vasquez is ready to fight, but can he handle the numbers game of Blood Money? This could get ugly real quick!”
The fans are on their feet, cheering for their champion as Vasquez refuses to back down. Just as it seems like the situation is about to boil over, the show fades to black, leaving the confrontation unresolved.
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“We’re out of time! Stay tuned to see what happens next week, folks! This rivalry is far from over!”
The final shot is of Vasquez holding the title high, staring down the members of Blood Money as the screen goes black and the show ends.
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