sVo Showdown 219
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
23rd March 2025

🎵 The opening riff of the sVo Showdown theme song blares through the speakers as the camera sweeps across the packed Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas! Fans are on their feet, signs waving, energy through the roof as the pyro explodes from the entrance stage, officially kicking off another huge night of sVo action! 🎵

The camera quickly cuts to the broadcast table, where Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan sit, ready to call all the action!

Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to sVo Showdown 219! We are coming to you LIVE from the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, and after everything that went down last week, there is no telling what’s going to happen tonight!”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“That’s right, Julian! We’ve got huge matches lined up, a Las Vegas Championship defense, and a Six-Man Tag Team war where sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez teams up with Kenneth D Williams and Victor Holland to battle Blood Money! You know Moretti and his crew are looking for revenge after last week’s showdown!”

Julian Fiasco:
“Not to mention, we’re expecting to hear from former sVo Champion Danny Domino! After getting suspended and fined for his attack on referee Harper W Williams at Vendetta, will Domino finally break his silence?”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“And what about the situation surrounding Marty Murdoch? Amy Page stripped him of the Roulette Championship and threw him out of the arena! Will we get an update on the unsigned underdog tonight?”

Julian Fiasco:
“One man who has to be watching that situation closely is Dylan MacLeod! The former Roulette Champion saw his reign end under controversial circumstances, but he’s made it clear—he wants Alex Sterling and the Las Vegas Championship! Will we finally see that showdown happen?”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“And speaking of Alex Sterling, the Las Vegas Champion has a big challenge tonight! After Bronson Martinez defeated Jake Blackwood last week, he earned a title shot, and now he’s looking to ride that momentum into championship gold!”

Julian Fiasco:
“And that’s not all—we’ve got The Malones taking on The Enforcers, CJ Dreamer vs. Clam Idia, and a huge tag team clash as the reigning sVo Tag Team Champions The Southern Boys battle the three-time champions, The Canadian Connection! It’s going to be an incredible night!”

The energy in the arena is electric as the camera pans around the excited crowd—signs supporting Vasquez, Sterling, Blood Money, and even an “Amy Page is a Tyrant!” banner waving proudly!

🎵 “MIAMI MAVERICK!” 🎵

The crowd ERUPTS as the music of sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez hits the speakers! The Miami Maverick emerges from the curtain, his championship shining over his shoulder, a confident smirk on his face. Vasquez makes his way to the ring, rolling under the ropes and grabbing a microphone as the crowd chants his name!

Carlos Vasquez:
“Las Vegas, what’s up!?”

(Huge pop!)

Carlos Vasquez:
“Last week, Blood Money thought they could send me a message. Moretti and his boys surrounded me, tried to intimidate me, but let me tell you something right now—I ain’t scared of Blood Money!”

(The fans cheer as Vasquez slings the sVo Championship over his shoulder, eyes burning with intensity!)

Carlos Vasquez:
“I told you last week—I didn’t choose to team with Kenneth D Williams, and I damn sure didn’t choose to team with Victor Holland… but I do like kicking Blood Money’s ass! So tonight, I’m gonna do it again!”

(Another huge pop!)

Carlos Vasquez:
“So Moretti, Barone, Columbo… bring all the tricks, bring all the games, bring the numbers! ‘Cause tonight, we’re playing by my rules!”

The fans go wild as Vasquez drops the microphone, his music hitting again as he raises the sVo Championship high in the air! The champion is fired up, and with tensions at an all-time high, tonight’s main event war is set to be explosive!

Julian Fiasco:
“Carlos Vasquez isn’t backing down! The champ is ready to throw down, and Blood Money better be ready for a fight!”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“The main event is going to be chaos, and I can’t wait to see it!”

With the champion making his statement loud and clear, the camera cuts to the backstage area, where Amy Page is watching with a scowl, flanked by her Enforcers Scott Washington & Rick Reid… and with that, sVo Showdown 219 officially begins! 🎬

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Tag Team Match
The Malones vs. The Enforcers

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Backstage
Concerns

The camera cuts to the interview area where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand, standing next to the ever-confident Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling. The champion is dressed in his ring gear, the Las Vegas Championship draped over his shoulder, gleaming under the lights. A smug smirk rests on Sterling’s face as he adjusts the title, barely paying attention to Katie, clearly more focused on himself.

Katie Smith:
“Alex, in just a few moments, you’ll be stepping into the ring to defend your Las Vegas Championship against a man who has been gaining momentum, the Modern Day Cowboy, Bronson Martinez. Do you have any concerns heading into this matchup?”

Sterling scoffs, rolling his eyes before leaning into the microphone with a cocky grin.

Alex Sterling:
“Concerns? Concerns? Katie, come on. I don’t do concerns. Concerns are for people who aren’t me. Look at me—”

Sterling pats the Las Vegas Championship on his shoulder.

Alex Sterling:
“I’m the LA Luminary. I’m the brightest star in this company, and this title? It stays with me because there’s nobody on this roster who can take it away. Bronson Martinez? Yeah, sure, he’s got a fancy nickname, wears a hat, calls himself a cowboy—cute. But this is Las Vegas, not the Wild West. And in my city, the only law that matters is that I run the show!“

Katie nods, but pushes forward with another question.

Katie Smith:
“Bronson Martinez did pick up a big win over Jake Blackwood last week, earning this opportunity. He’s proven to be a dangerous competitor—do you think you might be underestimating him?”

Sterling scoffs again, shaking his head in amusement.

Alex Sterling:
“Katie, Katie, Katie… ‘Dangerous competitor?’ The guy looks like he just walked out of a rodeo and stumbled into an sVo ring by accident. And yeah, he beat Jake Blackwood—who hasn’t? That doesn’t impress me. You know what does impress me?”

Sterling lifts his title slightly, tapping on the golden plate.

Alex Sterling:
“This. This title still being in my possession, week after week, despite every loser on this roster thinking they can take it from me.”

Before Katie can ask another question, Sterling holds up a hand, cutting her off.

Alex Sterling:
“But you know what? Since everyone seems so desperate to hype up Mr. Cowboy, I’ll give him his shot. I’ll walk out there, do what I do best, and when the dust settles, the Las Vegas Championship is staying right here with me.”

Sterling smirks, adjusting his championship one last time before confidently walking off-screen, leaving Katie Smith shaking her head as the camera fades back to ringside.

Julian Fiasco:
“Well, love him or hate him, you can’t say Alex Sterling lacks confidence!”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“He’s cocky, no doubt about it—but Bronson Martinez isn’t coming to play games. If Sterling’s underestimating him, we could be looking at a new Las Vegas Champion tonight!”

The camera cuts to the entrance stage as the crowd buzzes in anticipation—Sterling vs. Martinez for the Las Vegas Championship is up next! 🎬

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sVo Las Vegas Championship Match
Alex Sterling (c) vs. Bronson Martinez

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Backstage
Face Me

The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage area where Dylan MacLeod stands in front of a monitor, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Alex Sterling in the ring, arrogantly celebrating yet another successful defense of the Las Vegas Championship. Sterling raises the title high above his head, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, a smug grin plastered across his face.

MacLeod shakes his head in frustration, clenching his jaw before turning toward the camera, his intense gaze locked in.

Dylan MacLeod:
“Y’know… I am real tired of watching this guy run his mouth and skate by with that title still around his waist.”

MacLeod glances back at the monitor, where Sterling continues his self-indulgent victory lap around the ring.

Dylan MacLeod:
“Every single time he gets in that ring, he’s gotta find some way to weasel his way out with the Las Vegas Championship still in his hands. Maybe it’s an interference. Maybe it’s a cheap shot. Maybe it’s just dumb luck. But I’ll tell you what—it ain’t because he’s the better man.”

MacLeod steps closer to the camera, his expression unwavering, his voice steady but laced with challenge.

Dylan MacLeod:
“Sterling, I’ve had enough of the games. Enough of the cheap talk. Enough of you acting like you’re untouchable. If you’re really the champion you claim to be, then do something you’ve never done before…”

MacLeod leans in slightly, his voice growing more direct.

Dylan MacLeod:
“Grow a pair… and face me one-on-one for that title.”

The crowd inside the arena can be heard cheering from a distance at the challenge, as MacLeod tilts his head slightly, fire in his eyes.

Dylan MacLeod:
“No sneak attacks. No excuses. No running. Just you and me in the ring, man to man… and we see who the real Las Vegas Champion should be.”

MacLeod takes a deep breath, cracking his knuckles before stepping back from the camera.

Dylan MacLeod:
“I’ll be waiting, Sterling. But if you’re too scared to answer? Don’t worry—I’ll come find you myself.”

With that, MacLeod shoots one final look at the monitor before walking off, leaving the challenge hanging in the air as the camera fades back to ringside.

Julian Fiasco:
“Whoa! Dylan MacLeod just laid down the challenge to Alex Sterling!”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“And he’s not asking—he’s demanding it! Will Sterling actually accept, or will he do what he does best and dodge another fight?”

The shot fades to commercial as the tension between MacLeod and Sterling continues to boil! 🎬

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Single Match
CJ Dreamer vs. Clam Idia

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Backstage
A Chance

The camera opens inside the lavish office of Amy Page, the sVo COO, seated at her desk. She’s reviewing paperwork with a look of authority when suddenly…

The door slowly creaks open.

Page narrows her eyes and looks up, her expression quickly turning to rage as she sees Marty Murdoch—the young underdog who she personally stripped of the Roulette Championship last week—sneaking into the room.

Amy Page:
“Are you kidding me?! How the hell did you even get past security?!”

Marty raises his hands defensively, his eyes wide, his expression pleading.

Marty Murdoch:
“Look, look—I know I’m not supposed to be here, but you gotta hear me out!”

Page rises from her chair, clearly furious.

Amy Page:
“Oh, I don’t have to do anything. I stripped you of that title for a reason, Murdoch—you don’t work here! And I’m about five seconds away from having security throw you out of the damn building again!”

Marty takes a deep breath, nodding quickly before stepping forward.

Marty Murdoch:
“Amy, please… just give me one shot. One match. I don’t care who it’s against, I just want a chance to prove that I belong here.”

Page folds her arms, tilting her head, clearly amused by Murdoch’s desperation.

Amy Page:
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Marty shakes his head defiantly.

Marty Murdoch:
“I ain’t a quitter. You know that.”

Page taps her fingers against her arm, thinking for a moment, before a devilish smirk creeps across her face.

Amy Page:
“Alright, kid. You want a shot? Fine. Next week, you get your chance to earn an sVo contract. But if you want it so badly… you’re gonna have to go through Danny Domino to get it.”

Marty’s eyes widen slightly, the crowd in the arena gasping at the announcement.

Amy Page:
“You know, the former sVo Champion? The guy who’s been pissed off ever since he lost his belt and got suspended? The guy who loves to make people suffer?”

Marty swallows hard, but after a beat, a determined look washes over his face.

Marty Murdoch:
“…Fine. If that’s what it takes? Then I’ll be there.”

Page chuckles, shaking her head.

Amy Page:
“You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, kid. But hey, this should be fun to watch.”

Page leans forward, her smirk widening.

Amy Page:
“Now get the hell out of my office before I change my mind.”

Marty exhales sharply, nods, then quickly turns and heads for the door, the weight of his challenge sinking in as the camera zooms in on Page’s amused expression.

As Murdoch exits, the shot lingers on Amy Page, who lets out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the destruction she’s just set in motion.

Julian Fiasco:
“WHAT?! Marty Murdoch vs. Danny Domino next week?! If Murdoch wins, he gets an sVo contract!”

Jeremiah Sloan:
“But if he loses? He might never step foot in this arena again! And you know Danny Domino is gonna be looking to hurt somebody!”

The screen fades to black as the stakes for next week have just been raised to the max! 🎬🔥

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Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. The Canadian Connection

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Ringside
Not Over Yet

The crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena erupts in cheers as the Southern Boys, Dave Miller & Dan Williams, stand victorious in the ring, their sVo Tag Team Championship belts raised high in the air. The dust has settled on an intense battle, and after a hard-fought match, the fan-favorite duo has successfully defeated The Canadian Connection.

Their manager, Halley Dallas, claps proudly at ringside, beaming as she watches her boys take in the moment. The Southern Boys stand on the turnbuckles, soaking in the admiration from the Las Vegas crowd, slapping their title belts and pointing out to the fans.

Dan Williams (shouting):
“We told y’all we were gonna run through anybody that came at us! Ain’t nobody takin’ these belts from the Southern Boys!”

Dave Miller (grinning):
“We the champs now, baby! This is OUR house!”

The crowd continues to cheer, but suddenly, a ripple of boos begins to spread through the arena as two figures vault the barricade and slide into the ring behind the champions!

💥 IT’S THE SIN CITY SCOUNDRELS! 💥

Michael & Lucas Sexton, the former tag champs, still seething over their loss at Vendetta, AMBUSH the Southern Boys from behind!

Michael Sexton blasts Dan Williams in the back of the head with a forearm, sending him crashing to the mat! Lucas Sexton spins Dave Miller around and clocks him with a vicious right hand, causing Miller to stumble backward before getting taken down with a stiff clothesline!

Halley Dallas screams from ringside, warning her team, but it’s too late—the Scoundrels are relentless, stomping away at the Southern Boys, showing no mercy!

Julian Fiasco:
“Oh, come on! These sore losers couldn’t handle losing at Vendetta, so they had to pull this stunt?!“

Jeremiah Sloan:
“The Southern Boys were out here celebrating their victory, and these two jackals just jumped them from behind like cowards!“

Dan Williams tries to get back to his feet, but Michael Sexton hoists him up and drives him into the mat with a brutal snap DDT! Meanwhile, Lucas Sexton grabs Dave Miller’s Tag Team Title belt from the mat, takes a step back… and then BLASTS Miller in the skull with the championship belt! Miller crumples to the canvas, completely laid out!

Halley Dallas slides into the ring, desperately trying to shield her team from further attack, but the Sin City Scoundrels just stand over the fallen champions, grinning smugly. They snatch up the sVo Tag Team Championship belts and raise them high in the air, taunting the fans who respond with a deafening chorus of boos!

Michael Sexton (mocking, shouting at the crowd):
“THIS AIN’T OVER, BOYS! THESE BELTS? THEY STILL BELONG TO US!“

Lucas Sexton (laughing):
“Y’all are just keepin’ ‘em warm for us!“

With the Southern Boys motionless on the mat, the Sin City Scoundrels drop the belts on top of their bodies and smugly exit the ring, laughing as security rushes down the ramp too late to stop the assault.

The scene fades to black with The Southern Boys laid out, the crowd furious, and the Sin City Scoundrels smirking as they back up the ramp, sending a clear message that they aren’t done yet!

🔥 Julian Fiasco:
“The Sin City Scoundrels just made a statement—this war for the Tag Team Titles is FAR from over!“*

🔥 Jeremiah Sloan:
“But they couldn’t do it fair and square! They had to jump the champs from behind like the snakes they are!“*

🎬 FADE TO COMMERCIAL!

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Backstage
I Want Blood

The camera cuts backstage to the dimly lit Blood Money locker room, where the tension is thick in the air. Standing in the center, dressed in his signature designer suit and radiating pure confidence, is Anthony Moretti, the ruthless leader of Blood Money. Around him stand his loyal soldiers—Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo—each man geared up and ready for battle in the upcoming six-man tag team main event against sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez, Kenneth D Williams, and Victor Holland.

Moretti smirks, pacing in front of his crew like a mafia boss giving orders before a big hit.

Anthony Moretti:
“Alright, boys—tonight ain’t about just winnin’. It’s about sendin’ a message. It’s about makin’ sure Carlos Vasquez knows exactly who the hell runs this place. We already got in his head last week, but tonight? Tonight, we put him on the damn shelf.“

Moretti turns to the towering Joe Barone, the muscle of the group, and gives him a firm nod.

Anthony Moretti:
“Joe, you don’t let that high-flyin’ clown Williams get away with nothin’. If he tries to get fancy, you put his ass in the ground.“

Barone cracks his knuckles and smirks, nodding.

Joe Barone:
“Consider it done, boss.“

Moretti then looks over at Junior Gambino & Nicky Columbo, who are eager to get their hands dirty.

Anthony Moretti:
“Junior, Nicky—you make sure Victor Holland regrets stickin’ his nose in our business last week. He wants to play hero? Heroes don’t last long around here.“

Junior Gambino (grinning):
“That boy’s gonna wish he never got outta bed this mornin’.“

Nicky Columbo (smirking):
“Yeah, let’s see how tough he really is when he’s coughin’ up his teeth.“

Moretti stops pacing and adjusts his suit jacket, looking around at his crew with a cold, confident glare.

Anthony Moretti:
“And as for Vasquez? I want that punk laid out in the middle of that ring by the time the bell rings. He wants to play the tough guy, act like he don’t need help, like he’s got everything under control? Let’s show him what happens when you mess with Blood Money.“

Moretti pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. His smirk returns as he claps his hands together.

Anthony Moretti:
“This ain’t just about tonight, boys. This is about power. About control. And about takin’ what’s rightfully ours. Now let’s go out there and take care of business.“

The rest of Blood Money nod in agreement, their expressions turning deadly serious. Barone, Gambino, and Columbo fist-bump before storming out of the locker room, ready for destruction. Moretti lingers for a second, looking into the camera with a smug smirk before following them out.

🔥 Julian Fiasco (from commentary):
“Blood Money looks ready to do some SERIOUS damage tonight!“*

🔥 Jeremiah Sloan:
“Carlos Vasquez, Kenneth D Williams, and Victor Holland better watch their backs, because these guys are coming to hurt people!“*

🎬 FADE TO COMMERCIAL – MAIN EVENT UP NEXT!

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Six Man Tag Team Match
Blood Money vs. Carlos Vasquez, Kenneth D Williams & Victor Holland

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Ringside
Contenders

The crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena is on their feet, roaring with approval as Carlos Vasquez, Kenneth D Williams, and Victor Holland stand tall in the middle of the ring! The trio has just overcome the odds and defeated Blood Money in an intense six-man tag team match. Vasquez clutches his sVo Championship tightly, while Williams and Holland raise their fists in victory. The energy in the arena is electric, but the celebration is short-lived…

Suddenly, the cheers turn into loud boos as Anthony Moretti, the ruthless leader of Blood Money, snatches a microphone from ringside. He rolls into the ring, brushing off the pain from the match, his face twisted in frustration but still carrying his usual arrogant smirk.

Anthony Moretti:
“Alright, alright! You boys had your fun tonight, but let’s not get too comfortable, huh? ‘Cause this little victory? This don’t mean a damn thing!”

The fans boo loudly, but Moretti ignores them, stepping up toward Vasquez, who glares back, gripping his title belt.

Anthony Moretti:
“Carlos, you know just as well as I do that your days as sVo Champion are numbered. You got lucky tonight, but your luck? It’s runnin’ out. That belt? That belongs to Blood Money, and I say it’s time you put it on the line. Me and you, one-on-one, at Countdown to Violence, May 4th!“

The crowd erupts, some booing Moretti while others react to the massive challenge just laid down! Vasquez smirks, looking ready to respond, but before he can…

Kenneth D Williams suddenly steps forward and rips the microphone from Moretti’s hands! The fans pop as Williams looks straight into Moretti’s eyes, then turns his attention to Vasquez, who raises an eyebrow at his tag team partner’s sudden move.

Kenneth D Williams:
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… hold up, Moretti! You think you can just walk in here and call dibs on a title shot? Like you earned it? Nah, nah, nah. If you want a shot at Carlos Vasquez… you gotta go through ME first!“

The crowd explodes with cheers! Vasquez, still holding his championship, suddenly looks less than thrilled at what he just heard. Moretti smirks, nodding in amusement, while Vasquez shoots a suspicious glance at Williams.

Kenneth D Williams:
“I’ve been chasing this opportunity for years. I told everyone—I wanna do things the right way, and that means earning my shot. So here’s the deal… next week, me and you, Moretti, #1 Contender’s Match! Winner faces Vasquez at Countdown to Violence!”

The fans chant “LET’S GO WILLIAMS! LET’S GO WILLIAMS!” as Moretti strokes his chin, clearly intrigued by the offer. Vasquez, however, still doesn’t look pleased, shifting his grip on the sVo Championship.

Moretti grins and nods.

Anthony Moretti:
“Y’know what? You got yourself a deal, kid. But let me warn you—you just made the biggest mistake of your damn life!”

Moretti drops the microphone and backs up toward the ropes, laughing to himself as he exits the ring. Williams stares him down, fired up, while Vasquez steps closer, getting right in Williams’ face. The two stand nose-to-nose, the tension thick in the air. Williams raises his hands as if to say “I’m just doing things fair”, but Vasquez clearly isn’t happy about this new development. The last thing he wanted was another challenger standing in his way.

🔥 Julian Fiasco (from commentary):
“OH MAN! We’ve got a #1 Contender’s Match set for next week! Kenneth D Williams versus Anthony Moretti—winner gets a shot at Carlos Vasquez at Countdown to Violence!“

🔥 Jeremiah Sloan:
“But look at Vasquez! He does NOT look happy about this! Maybe he was hoping to settle things with Moretti, but now he’s got another challenger standing in front of him!”

As the show closes, the camera captures the final shot—Carlos Vasquez staring suspiciously at Kenneth D Williams, the tension between them ready to explode! Meanwhile, Moretti watches from the ramp, smirking as if he knows he’s just stirred up trouble…

🎬 FADE TO BLACK – SHOWDOWN 219 ENDS!

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