sVo Showdown 218
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
9th March 2025
The cameras cut to the sold-out Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the Las Vegas crowd is electric, buzzing with anticipation for another explosive night of sVo action! The lights flash around the arena, and the familiar theme of Showdown kicks in as the camera sweeps over the energetic fans holding up signs for their favorite stars. The commentary team of Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan is ready at ringside, hyping up the night ahead!
Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 218! We are live from the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, and what a night we have ahead of us!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s right, Julian! After the shocking events of last week, we are in for a blockbuster night! We’ve got rivalries heating up, champions looking for redemption, and a main event that could shake things up in a major way!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And let’s talk about that main event—our new sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez teams up with the high-flying Kenneth D. Williams to take on Blood Money Soldiers—that’s Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino! And you’ve got to wonder, can Vasquez and Williams really trust each other with that championship in the picture?”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Well, Williams made it clear last week—he’s got his eyes on Vasquez’s gold. But if they don’t work together tonight, Blood Money is going to rip them apart!”
Julian Fiasco:
“And that’s not all, folks! Dylan MacLeod is back in action tonight after being screwed out of his Roulette Championship last week! He faces Noah Rogan tonight, but you’ve got to imagine MacLeod’s mind is still on Alex Sterling and his former championship!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Speaking of people looking for redemption, Victor Holland is back in action tonight! After a brutal loss to Joe Barone at Vendetta, he’s looking to bounce back against the always unpredictable Puck!”
Julian Fiasco:
“We’ve also got a battle of the Wild West tonight as Jake Blackwood takes on Bronson Martinez—two of the toughest guys in sVo, and they’re going to throw down in what promises to be a slugfest!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And let’s not forget, the always-dangerous Enforcers—Scott Washington & Rick Reid—take on Patriot Act’s Travis Armstrong & Lance Abbott! Amy Page’s personal muscle is looking to send a message, but the Patriot Act is as tough as they come!”
Julian Fiasco:
“It’s a stacked card, and we’re just moments away from our first match of the night! But first—let’s hear from the man who left us all on the edge of our seats last week… Carlos Vasquez!”
The arena lights dim slightly, and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos as the theme of ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez hits! The sVo Champion steps out onto the stage, decked out in a sharp suit with the sVo Championship draped proudly over his shoulder. With a confident smirk, he strides toward the ring, soaking in the energy from the crowd. As Vasquez enters the ring, he takes a microphone and waits as the fans quiet down, eager to hear what their champion has to say…
— SHOWDOWN 218 IS UNDERWAY! —
Ringside
Alone
Vasquez adjusts the championship on his shoulder, waiting as the noise settles before raising the mic to his lips.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Last week, Blood Money tried to send me a message.”
The crowd boos at the mention of Anthony Moretti’s crew.
Carlos Vasquez:
“They wanted to remind me that this is their house. That Anthony Moretti is next in line. That I should be looking over my shoulder at all times because they roll deep.”
Vasquez chuckles, shaking his head before looking dead into the camera.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Well, I’ve got a message of my own—I ain’t scared of Blood Money!”
The crowd erupts into cheers!
Carlos Vasquez:
“You think I don’t know how this game works? You think I haven’t had people breathing down my neck, waiting for their shot? I didn’t win this championship by playing it safe—I won it alone, and if I have to fight off Blood Money alone, then so be it!”
Vasquez paces the ring, running a hand over the gold plate of his title before smirking.
Carlos Vasquez:
“But what I didn’t do was choose to team up with Kenneth D Williams tonight.”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction at the mention of the high-flying fan favorite.
Carlos Vasquez:
“I don’t need a partner. I don’t need backup. I don’t need a guy who thinks he’s next in line trying to get all cozy next to me before sticking a knife in my back.”
The energy in the crowd shifts, sensing the tension between Vasquez and Williams.
Carlos Vasquez:
“So let me make this real clear—Kenneth, stay out of my way. I won this championship alone, and I’m gonna keep it alone. You want your shot? Earn it. But tonight, if you screw things up for me, I’ll make sure you never get near this title again.”
*The fans cheer, despite Vasquez’s arrogance. The champion smirks, soaking in the reaction before dropping the microphone with a *thud* on the mat. He slings the championship over his shoulder and confidently exits the ring, marching up the ramp with the crowd buzzing from his bold statement. The camera lingers on Vasquez as he disappears behind the curtain, leaving the question hanging—can he really go it alone against Blood Money tonight? *
Single Match
Puck vs. Victor Holland
Backstage
Crushing the Miracle
The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the new Roulette Champion, “Miracle” Marty Murdoch, is arriving for tonight’s show! The underdog fan-favorite steps out of a rideshare, his gear bag slung over his shoulder and the Roulette Championship clutched tightly in his hands. Despite his small stature, Marty beams with pride, running his fingers over the gold plate of the championship. The live crowd watching on the big screen erupts into cheers, showing their support for the unlikely new champion.
Marty confidently makes his way toward the arena doors, but as he reaches them, he suddenly halts in his tracks—his path is blocked by none other than sVo COO Amy Page, who stands flanked by her ever-intimidating enforcers, Scott Washington & Rick Reid. The two monstrous men cross their arms, towering over Murdoch with menacing glares. The energy in the arena shifts instantly, the cheers turning to loud, angry boos.
Marty looks up at Page, his grip tightening around the championship belt.
Marty Murdoch:
“Uh… hey, Miss Page. You, uh… need something?”
Amy Page smirks, folding her arms as she takes a step closer to the underdog champion.
Amy Page:
“Oh, I need something, all right.”
She extends her hand expectantly.
Amy Page:
“I need my championship back.”
Marty’s face drops.
Marty Murdoch:
“Wait… what? My championship?”
Amy Page:
“Oh, I must’ve missed the part where you signed an sVo contract, Marty.”
The crowd boos even louder as Marty looks confused and then frustrated.
Amy Page:
“You see, the Roulette Championship is an sVo title, and you? You’re not an sVo wrestler. Dylan MacLeod had no right to defend it against you last week, and that means you had no right to win it.”
Marty’s expression hardens as he clutches the belt closer to his chest.
Marty Murdoch:
“But—But I beat him! I pinned him fair and square! The ref counted three! I—”
Amy Page laughs mockingly, shaking her head as if she’s scolding a child.
Amy Page:
“Oh, that’s adorable. You think that matters? Kid, this is big-league wrestling, not some feel-good fairy tale. You don’t have a contract, you don’t have a place here, and you sure as hell don’t have this championship.”
She motions to Scott Washington, who snatches the title out of Marty’s hands with ease, yanking it away as the underdog stumbles back slightly! The crowd erupts in furious boos, chanting “LET HIM FIGHT! LET HIM FIGHT!” as Marty looks devastated.
Marty takes a step forward, fists clenched, but Rick Reid immediately steps up, cracking his knuckles threateningly. Murdoch hesitates, knowing he’s outnumbered and outmatched.
Amy Page:
“Now, why don’t you do yourself a favor, Marty? Go hit the gym, pack on about fifty more pounds, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll give you a tryout in a few years.”
Page smirks cruelly as she nods to her enforcers, who step aside, leaving Marty standing there empty-handed and heartbroken as the fans continue booing relentlessly. Page and her enforcers walk off, taking the Roulette Championship with them, leaving Marty humiliated and robbed of his dream.
Marty stands frozen for a moment, his fists shaking at his sides. He looks at the arena entrance, then back toward the parking lot, unsure of what to do. With a deep sigh, he lowers his head and slowly walks away as the screen fades to black…
Single Match
Dylan MacLeod vs. Noah Rogan
Backstage
Hilarious
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is standing by with the reigning Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling. Sterling, clad in his designer jacket and holding his championship over his shoulder, is grinning ear to ear, shaking his head as he lets out an amused chuckle. The crowd watching on the big screen immediately showers him with boos, but Sterling doesn’t seem to care.
Katie Smith:
“Alex, we just saw Dylan MacLeod pick up a big win over Noah Rogan, bouncing back after losing the Roulette Championship last week. As someone who’s had your fair share of battles with MacLeod, were you impressed with his performance tonight?”
Sterling raises an eyebrow, feigning deep thought before suddenly bursting into laughter again, shaking his head.
Alex Sterling:
“Impressed? Oh, come on, Katie. I’ve been way too busy laughing my ass off at what happened earlier to be ‘impressed’ by Dylan MacLeod beating some guy nobody cares about.”
The crowd boos louder as Sterling smirks, adjusting the title on his shoulder.
Alex Sterling:
“I mean, did you see it? Amy Page finally did what should have been done the second that scrawny little runt Marty Murdoch walked into this place—she kicked his ass right back to whatever high school gym he crawled out of!”
Sterling bursts out laughing again, shaking his head as the crowd chants “MARTY! MARTY! MARTY!” in defiance.
Alex Sterling:
“Oh man, it was beautiful. Poor little Marty probably thought he was gonna be the next big underdog story—like he was living some feel-good Disney movie! But nah, this is reality, and in reality? Marty Murdoch doesn’t belong here.”
Katie looks unimpressed by Sterling’s attitude but remains professional.
Katie Smith:
“Well, regardless of what happened to Marty Murdoch, Dylan MacLeod certainly seems to be refocused now that he’s no longer Roulette Champion. Do you think that means he’s coming after your Las Vegas Championship next?”
Sterling scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Alex Sterling:
“Oh, please. I already put Dylan in his place months ago, and if he wants to come knocking on my door again? I’ll do it all over again.“
Sterling leans in slightly, his smirk turning into a smug grin.
Alex Sterling:
“But honestly, I don’t think Dylan’s got the guts. He just got embarrassed last week, and now what—he gets one little win over Noah Rogan and suddenly he’s a big deal again? Nah. That’s loser mentality, and I don’t waste my time with losers.”
Sterling tilts his head, pretending to think.
Alex Sterling:
“Maybe he should go beg Amy Page to let him fight Marty Murdoch in some parking lot somewhere, since they both know what it feels like to be chumps.”
Sterling lets out one final laugh as the boos rain down from the arena. He adjusts his title and gives Katie a smug wink before walking off, still chuckling to himself. Katie watches him go, shaking her head slightly before turning back to the camera.
Katie Smith:
“Well, Alex Sterling clearly isn’t losing any sleep over Dylan MacLeod’s victory tonight… but something tells me this isn’t over between those two.”
The camera fades to black as the show moves on!
Tag Team Match
The Enforcers vs. Patriot Act
Backstage
Doing it the Right Way
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is standing by with the ever-charismatic Kenneth D Williams. The “Human Highlight Reel” is dressed in his ring gear, looking focused and ready for battle as he adjusts his wrist tape. The fans watching on the big screen in the arena cheer loudly, but Williams remains serious as he prepares to speak.
Katie Smith:
“Kenneth, later tonight you’ll be teaming up with sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez to take on Blood Money’s Nicky Columbo & Junior Gambino. Now, Vasquez made it very clear earlier that he didn’t choose you as a partner and that he doesn’t want your help tonight. How do you feel about that?”
Williams exhales sharply, shaking his head with a smirk before looking at Katie.
Kenneth D Williams:
“You know what, Katie? I don’t really wanna team with Carlos Vasquez either. I heard what he said out there—he thinks he can take on Blood Money all by himself? Fine. Let him think that.“
Williams shrugs, adjusting the tape on his hands as the crowd watches intently.
Kenneth D Williams:
“But the thing is? I DO want to beat up Blood Money. I got no love for Moretti and his little crew of goons, and any chance I get to put hands on them? You best believe I’m taking it.”
The crowd cheers as Williams nods, fire in his eyes.
Kenneth D Williams:
“So Vasquez don’t gotta worry about me trying to be his friend out there—I ain’t here for that. I’m here to do what needs to be done. And once I’m done handling business against Blood Money?”
Williams turns to the camera, his expression hardening.
Kenneth D Williams:
“Carlos, I got my eyes on that sVo Championship. And I know you’re a fighting champion, so I know you won’t run from this smoke. But unlike Moretti, unlike Blood Money? I do things the right way.“
Williams taps his chest, his voice firm and passionate.
Kenneth D Williams:
“I ain’t jumping people from behind. I ain’t surrounding them four-on-one. I fight with honor, and I EARN my chances.”
Williams steps closer to the camera, intensity in his eyes.
Kenneth D Williams:
“Vasquez, after tonight? I’m coming for that title. So you better be ready.”
Williams nods, turns back to Katie with a smirk, then walks off, leaving her standing there as the fans cheer wildly at his declaration. The camera fades to black as the show moves on!
Single Match
Bronson Martinez vs. Jake Blackwood
Backstage
Scoundrels gonna Scoundrel
The camera cuts backstage to the interview area, where Katie Smith is standing by with the former sVo Tag Team Champions, Michael and Lucas Sexton – The Sin City Scoundrels. The two brothers are dressed in expensive, tailored suits, but their usual smug confidence is replaced with a hint of frustration as they stand with their arms crossed. The crowd watching on the big screen in the arena boos loudly at their presence.
Katie Smith:
“Michael, Lucas—two weeks ago at Vendetta, you lost the sVo Tag Team Championships to the Southern Boys in a hard-fought match. But instead of accepting the loss with grace, you both attacked Dan Williams and Dave Miller after the match. Can you explain why?”
Lucas Sexton chuckles, shaking his head as he adjusts his cufflinks. Michael smirks before stepping forward, looking directly at Katie.
Michael Sexton:
“Why? WHY? You wanna know why, Katie? It’s real simple—we were robbed.“
The fans in the arena boo loudly, but Michael keeps talking, waving his hand dismissively.
Michael Sexton:
“The Sin City Scoundrels built this tag team division. We put in the work, we made those belts mean something, and then we get screwed over by a couple of hillbilly nobodies? Nah, we weren’t gonna let that slide.“
Lucas steps in, a cocky smirk on his face.
Lucas Sexton:
“See, the Southern Boys? They didn’t beat us… they survived us.“
Michael nods, his expression darkening.
Michael Sexton:
“And surviving ain’t the same as winning.“
Lucas smirks and tilts his head toward Katie.
Lucas Sexton:
“You think we were just gonna walk to the back and let them have their little celebration? Let them bask in the glory of OUR championships? Oh no, sweetheart—if we don’t get to party, neither do they.“
Katie composes herself before asking the next question.
Katie Smith:
“So what’s next for the Sin City Scoundrels? Are you looking for a rematch?”
Michael scoffs, shaking his head.
Michael Sexton:
“A rematch? No, Katie… see, we don’t ask for things. We take them.“
Lucas nods, his smirk widening.
Lucas Sexton:
“Southern Boys, enjoy those belts while you can. Shine ‘em up, pose for your little pictures, and have yourselves a good ol’ country hoedown… because your days as champions are numbered.“
Michael steps closer to the camera, eyes burning with intensity.
Michael Sexton:
“And when we come calling? Y’all ain’t gonna see it coming.“
The Sin City Scoundrels share a confident chuckle before adjusting their suits and walking off, leaving Katie standing there as the camera fades out to the next segment!
Tag Team Match
Blood Money Soldiers vs. Carlos Vasquez & Kenneth D Williams
Ringside
Soldiers
*The Goodfellas Casino Arena is roaring with cheers as Carlos Vasquez and Kenneth D Williams stand tall in the ring, having just secured the victory over the Blood Money Soldiers (Nicky Columbo & Junior Gambino). Vasquez clutches his sVo Championship while Williams nods, catching his breath. The defeated Columbo and Gambino roll to the outside, but they don’t stay down for long—because just as Vasquez and Williams turn around, they find themselves surrounded. *
At ringside, Anthony Moretti and Joe Barone slide into the ring, forming a four-on-two situation. The fans boo loudly as Blood Money closes in, ready to deliver a beatdown! Vasquez grips his title, ready to use it as a weapon, while Williams raises his fists, prepared to fight!
Julian Fiasco:
“This was a trap all along! Blood Money is about to take apart Vasquez and Williams!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“This is what Blood Money does! The numbers game is in their favor, and there’s no one here to stop them!”
Moretti smirks, barking orders to his men as they slowly stalk their prey. Vasquez and Williams brace for impact—but just as Blood Money is about to pounce…
The crowd explodes as the music of Victor Holland hits the sound system! The camera cuts to the entrance ramp—where Holland comes sprinting down the aisle, a steel chair in hand! Moretti’s eyes widen in shock as Holland slides into the ring!
CRACK! Holland swings the chair, narrowly missing Joe Barone, who ducks out of the way just in time!
CRACK! Holland swings again—this time catching Junior Gambino across the back! Gambino yelps in pain and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring!
The tide has turned in an instant! Nicky Columbo and Joe Barone retreat, rolling to the outside! Moretti grits his teeth, backing up as he yells at his men to regroup!
In the ring, Vasquez, Williams, and Holland stand side by side, ready for a fight. Vasquez raises his championship high, while Williams and Holland stare down Blood Money! The fans are going wild as Blood Money backs up the ramp, fuming with rage!
Julian Fiasco:
“Victor Holland just changed the entire landscape of this fight! Blood Money thought they had Vasquez and Williams right where they wanted them—but Holland had other plans!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And look at the stare down! Blood Money is furious, but Vasquez, Williams, and Holland aren’t backing down!”
The camera focuses on Moretti, who glares at the trio in the ring. He shouts something inaudible, pointing at Vasquez and his title, before turning and storming up the ramp with his men. The tension in the arena is palpable as the two factions stare daggers at each other.
Vasquez adjusts his championship over his shoulder, Williams cracks his knuckles, and Holland tightens his grip on the steel chair. The war with Blood Money has only just begun! The show fades to black as the standoff continues, with the crowd still buzzing!
Julian Fiasco:
“This is far from over! Blood Money wanted to make a statement tonight, but Vasquez, Williams, and Holland just sent one right back!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The battle lines have been drawn, and something tells me this war is just heating up!”
With the energy in the arena electric, sVo Showdown 218 comes to a dramatic close!
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