sVo Showdown 225
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 18th May 2025
[Camera fades in to the roaring crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The lights pulse with energy as the sVo logo flashes across the screen. Pyro erupts on the stage before cutting to the commentary desk.]
Julian Fiasco:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome LIVE to sVo Showdown 225 right here on the Sanctioned Violence Network! We are coming to you from the heart of Las Vegas, Nevada, inside the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena—and business is about to pick up!
Jeremiah Sloan:
You said it, Julian! After an unforgettable Countdown to Violence PPV, the landscape of the sVo has completely shifted! New champions, new rivalries, and all eyes now turn toward Jackpot 2025, where the stakes couldn’t be higher!
Julian Fiasco:
Last week, we witnessed history when the new sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams accepted a challenge from the surging Victor Holland! Those two are on a collision course for Jackpot, and you can feel the electricity building already!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Speaking of Jackpot, the Jackpot Rumble is looming—and we already know the first man throwing his name into the chaos is none other than ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez, who’s determined to climb his way back to the top!
Julian Fiasco:
And let’s not forget about the Las Vegas Championship—last week, Jake Blackwood stepped up and called his shot at Alex Sterling! Tonight, he faces off against Generation Joint’s Jay Adder, and you better believe Sterling’s going to be watching closely!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Plus, we’ve got tag team action! The reigning sVo Tag Team Champions, The Southern Boys, go head-to-head with the always-dangerous Malones—and the Sin City Scoundrels aren’t far behind, making their case for a shot at the International gold held by Berlin’s own Ultras!
Julian Fiasco:
And don’t sleep on our other featured matchup—Joe Barone, the heavy-hitter from Blood Money, looks to put the boots to Ricky Johnson as Moretti’s crew tries to bounce back from a string of setbacks!
Jeremiah Sloan:
So much on the line, so many questions waiting to be answered, and the road to Jackpot is just heating up! Strap in, folks—it’s Showdown 225, and it starts… right now!
[Camera pans the arena one more time as fans chant “sVo! sVo! sVo!” before fading into the opening match graphic.]
Single Match
Jake Blackwood vs. Jay Adder
Ringside
Scene: Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas. Jake Blackwood has his hand raised after a hard-fought victory over Jay Adder. The crowd cheers loudly as the “Wild West Warrior” climbs the turnbuckles and throws his arms in the air, soaking in the momentum from his recent win.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
What a win for Jake Blackwood! That’s two in a row since Countdown to Violence, and he’s making a strong case for a shot at the Las Vegas Championship!
Jeremiah Sloan:
The “Wild West Warrior” is riding tall right now, Julian. The fans love him, the momentum’s building—and Alex Sterling better be paying attention!
As Jake Blackwood turns to leave the ring, the arena lights briefly dim and a loud chorus of boos erupts as “The LA Luminary” Alex Sterling appears from the crowd—sliding into the ring with the Las Vegas Championship in hand.
Julian Fiasco:
Wait a minute—Sterling! That’s Alex Sterling in the ring!
Jeremiah Sloan:
What the hell is he doing!?
Sterling charges at Blackwood from behind and blindsides him with the championship belt! Jake crashes to the mat as the crowd erupts into boos. Sterling stands over him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.
Julian Fiasco:
Sterling just took Blackwood’s head off! That was a message if I’ve ever seen one!
The boos swell as Sterling grabs a mic from ringside and kneels down next to the fallen Blackwood.
Alex Sterling:
You think you’re in my league, cowboy? You think you can just waltz into my city and take my spotlight?
Sterling stands, pacing around the motionless Blackwood.
Alex Sterling:
You’ll never be Las Vegas Champion. This title doesn’t belong to underdogs with dusty boots and pipe dreams… It belongs to stars—to icons—to me.
Sterling holds the belt high above his head, soaking in the heat from the crowd. Blackwood begins to stir on the canvas, clutching his head.
Alex Sterling (leaning down):
If you come for the throne again, Jake… you better not miss.
Sterling drops the mic with a loud thud, glares down at his future challenger, and exits the ring, leaving the Las Vegas Championship on his shoulder and a bruised Jake Blackwood in his wake.
Jeremiah Sloan:
Jake Blackwood wanted a shot at the Las Vegas Championship—and it looks like Alex Sterling just answered… violently.
Julian Fiasco:
This one’s going to explode at some point, and when it does, the lights in Las Vegas are going to burn brighter than ever!
Scene fades to a replay of the brutal belt shot, then to Blackwood pulling himself up in the corner as the crowd chants his name in support.
Backstage
Camera cuts to the sleek, modern office of sVo COO Amy Page. The blonde executive is seated behind her desk, reviewing paperwork on her tablet. The door swings open violently and in storms a furious Anthony Moretti, suited up and seething with intensity. The rest of Blood Money is conspicuously absent.
Anthony Moretti:
You’ve gotta be kidding me with this, Amy!
Amy Page (barely looking up):
Good evening to you too, Anthony.
Anthony Moretti:
Victor Holland? He loses to me for months, flukes one win, and now he’s walking around like he’s next in line for the sVo Championship? He doesn’t deserve that shot! If anyone’s facing Kenneth D Williams at Jackpot—it’s me!
Amy Page (raising an eyebrow):
Are we really doing this again?
Anthony Moretti (slamming his fist on the desk):
Damn right we are! I’m not letting some upstart ride one lucky win into my spot! I built this place—Blood Money runs this show!
Amy Page leans back in her chair, smirking slightly, clearly enjoying holding the power in the conversation.
Amy Page:
Fine. You want in the title match at Jackpot?
Moretti stops pacing, arms crossed, nodding confidently.
Amy Page:
Then prove you belong in it. You beat Victor Holland tonight… and you’re in.
Moretti’s smirk returns as he processes the opportunity.
Anthony Moretti:
That’s all you’re asking? I’ll take that kid apart before he knows what hit him.
Amy Page:
I hope so… for your sake. But if you lose again? You’re watching Jackpot from the sidelines. No interference, no Blood Money, no excuses.
Moretti leans in across the desk, getting nose to nose with the COO.
Anthony Moretti:
Don’t worry, Amy. This time? Holland’s not walking out.
Moretti turns on his heel and storms out of the office as the camera lingers on Amy Page’s sly, knowing grin.
Amy Page (to herself):
Let’s see if you really still run this place, Moretti…
Fade to black.
Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. The Malones
Ringside
[The bell rings!]
The Southern Boys – Dan Williams and Dave Miller – have their hands raised in victory after a hard-fought tag team match against The Malones. The crowd at the Goodfellas Casino Arena gives a loud ovation for the reigning sVo Tag Team Champions as they celebrate in the ring, high-fiving fans at ringside and holding their championship belts aloft.
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
Another big win for the Southern Boys here on Showdown 225! These two just keep rollin’, partner!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Absolutely! The Malones gave them a run for their money, but the champs stay strong! Ain’t nobody tougher than the pride of the South!
But suddenly…
BOOM! The crowd erupts in boos as two men leap the barricade from opposite sides—it’s NICKY COLUMBO and JUNIOR GAMBINO—The Blood Money Soldiers!
Julian Fiasco:
Wait a minute! What the hell is this?! That’s Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino—Blood Money’s hit squad!
Jeremiah Sloan:
They’re not scheduled! This is a damn ambush!
Columbo blindsides Dan Williams with a stiff knee to the gut while Gambino clubs Dave Miller in the back of the head with a cheap shot! The champs are caught completely off guard as the crowd boos relentlessly.
Julian Fiasco:
This is a message, loud and clear! Blood Money doesn’t just want to run the singles division—they want tag team gold too!
Columbo drags Williams into the corner and slams him shoulder-first into the ring post while Gambino hits a vicious DDTon Miller in the middle of the ring. The champions are laid out. Columbo and Gambino stand tall, sneering.
Gambino picks up one of the sVo Tag Team title belts, holding it over his head while pointing down at the fallen champions.
Junior Gambino (shouting to camera):
You see this? You see this?! This belongs to Blood Money now!
Nicky Columbo:
Champions? You boys just got made an example of.
The boos grow louder as the Soldiers toss the belts down onto the bodies of the Southern Boys before exiting through the crowd the same way they came in — quick, calculated, and cold-blooded.
Julian Fiasco:
Blood Money just made it very clear… the Tag Team division is next on their hit list!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Somebody needs to stop these guys. The Southern Boys just got jumped, and you better believe they won’t take that lying down!
The camera lingers on the ring as medics check on the battered champions, while boos and chants of “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” echo through the Goodfellas Casino Arena…
[Fade to commercial.]
Backstage
(The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Katie Smith, the ever-composed and charismatic redhead interviewer of the sVo, stands with a bright smile. Beside her stands the new sVo Heavyweight Champion, “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams, championship belt proudly slung over his shoulder. The crowd can be heard cheering in the background at the sight of the champion on the big screen.)
Katie Smith:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time — the reigning sVo Heavyweight Champion — “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams!
Ken, first of all, congratulations again on achieving your dream and becoming the sVo Champion. Last week, we saw you accept a challenge from Victor Holland for the Jackpot PPV… but now, it seems Anthony Moretti might be trying to insert himself into the title picture as well. What’s your response to all that?
Kenneth D Williams:
(Adjusts the title on his shoulder, nodding with a confident smirk.)
Katie, I’ve waited years for this. I’ve been grinding, I’ve been overlooked, I’ve been knocked down more times than I can count — but I always got back up. And now? This right here? (pats the championship) This proves it was all worth it.
As for Victor Holland? He stepped up. He beat a top guy in Moretti. I respect that. He wants a shot? I said let’s do it.
But if Moretti wants to fight his way back into the picture, that’s fine too. Hell, if Carlos Vasquez wants a rematch down the line, bring it on. I don’t care who steps up, Katie. You want this championship? You better earn it.
Katie Smith:
So no concerns about the odds being stacked against you?
Kenneth D Williams:
Katie, I’ve never had the odds in my favor. That’s nothing new. I don’t run from pressure — I live for it. Whether it’s one man, two men, or the whole damn roster — I’ll lace up my boots, walk down that aisle, and defend this championship like my life depends on it. Because I’m not here to be a placeholder. I’m here to be a defining champion.
This belt’s not going anywhere.
Katie Smith:
Powerful words from the champion! The Human Highlight Reel isn’t backing down from anyone. We’ll find out who steps up next, but one thing’s for sure — the sVo Championship is in good hands.
Kenneth D Williams:
Believe that.
(Williams nods confidently before walking off camera, the title shining under the arena lights as the fans watching live cheer loudly.)
Single Match
Joe Barone vs. Ricky Johnson
Backstage
(The camera cuts to the sleek, high-end office of sVo COO Amy Page. The polished desk, Vegas skyline in the background, and the ever-composed and commanding Page seated in her leather chair, radiating authority. Suddenly, the door swings open and in swagger the Sin City Scoundrels — Michael and Lucas Sexton. Both dressed in their signature flashy, slightly sleazy Vegas attire, oozing arrogance as they stroll in uninvited.)
Amy Page:
(Without looking up from her tablet)
I didn’t hear a knock.
Michael Sexton:
We didn’t think we needed one, sweetheart. We’re here on business.
Lucas Sexton:
Championship business.
Amy Page:
(Looks up slowly, arching an eyebrow)
Is that so?
Michael Sexton:
We saw what happened last week. Everyone’s throwing their names in the hat for title shots. Well, let’s not waste anyone’s time — we’re here to officially request our shot at The Ultras and the International Tag Team Championships. Jackpot PPV. What do you say?
Amy Page:
(Smirks, stands up and walks slowly around her desk)
Did you two happen to catch what happened to CJ Dreamer after he failed to bring home gold? I told him there would be consequences. I’m not in the business of rewarding failure.
Lucas Sexton:
We’re not Dreamer. We don’t choke.
Michael Sexton:
We’re the Sin City Scoundrels. We don’t fail — we fix outcomes.
Amy Page:
(Leans in close, voice low and cold)
You better be right. Because if I give you this opportunity and you embarrass this company in front of the world… you’ll wish you never knocked on this door. Or didn’t.
Michael Sexton:
(With a cocky grin)
Don’t worry, boss. We’ve got this.
Lucas Sexton:
The Ultras are tough — but they’ve never had to deal with Scoundrels. Jackpot’s where we cash in.
(Amy Page stares at them for a long moment, then slowly nods.)
Amy Page:
You’ve got your match. But remember… this isn’t a gamble. It’s an investment. Don’t make me regret it.
(The Sin City Scoundrels flash cocky grins at each other, then turn and walk out of the office like they already have the belts in hand.)
Backstage
(The camera fades in on the always professional and charming Katie Smith, standing in front of the sVo backdrop with a microphone in hand. Beside her is the scrappy and beloved underdog, ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch, looking fired up in his colorful ring gear, a slight bruise still visible from recent battles.)
Katie Smith:
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined right now by one of the gutsiest competitors in sVo — ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch!
Marty, a few weeks ago we saw you take quite a beating at the hands of Danny Domino, but you’ve never been one to back down. What’s next for you?
Marty Murdoch:
(Grinning, fired up)
Katie, I’ve spent my entire life proving people wrong. Yeah, Danny Domino roughed me up. Yeah, I’ve taken my lumps. But I’m still standing. And I’m not done yet — because I’m officially entering the Jackpot Rumble at the PPV!
(The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering from the feed as Marty’s declaration echoes backstage.)
Marty Murdoch:
I know I’m not the biggest guy. I know I’m not the odds-on favorite. But I’ve got heart. And at Jackpot, I’m gonna fight like hell to earn a shot at the sVo Championship — no matter how many people I have to throw over that top rope!
(Suddenly, the mood shifts as loud, mocking laughter echoes from off-screen. Into frame steps ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, fresh off an appearance on Uprising and oozing arrogance, his ever-present sneer plastered across his face.)
Danny Domino:
(Smirking)
Oh, this is cute. You? In the Jackpot Rumble? C’mon, Marty. You really think miracles happen twice?
Marty Murdoch:
(Stepping forward, undeterred)
I think anyone who’s got the guts to step in that ring has a shot. And yeah, I do believe in miracles — because I’ve lived ‘em.
Danny Domino:
Well here’s your next reality check — I’m entering the Rumble too. So do yourself a favor, Murdoch. Stay home. Because if you show your face in that ring… I’ll make sure you don’t walk back out of it.
(The tension crackles in the air as the two stare each other down. Marty clenches his fists, but keeps his cool.)
Marty Murdoch:
You can try, Domino. But I don’t back down. Not from you. Not from anyone.
(Katie Smith stands between them, eyes darting as security begins to appear off-screen to keep things from escalating. The segment ends with a tense stare-down as Katie signs off.)
Katie Smith:
It looks like the Jackpot Rumble just got even more personal. Don’t miss it — live on the Sanctioned Violence Network!
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Anthony Moretti
Ringside
(The bell rings to signal the end of the intense main event between Victor Holland and Anthony Moretti. The crowd roars as ring announcer Natasha Ortiz makes the official call.)
Natasha Ortiz:
Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit has expired — this match is a draw!
(A loud mix of cheers and gasps fills the arena. Victor Holland and Anthony Moretti are both down on one knee, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down their faces. The crowd gives both men an ovation for the hard-fought battle — but that mood doesn’t last long.)
(Suddenly, Junior Gambino, Nicky Columbo, and Joe Barone storm down the ramp — the rest of Blood Money is here!)
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
Oh no… Blood Money’s not done! You knew they wouldn’t accept a draw!
Jeremiah Sloan:
This is about sending a message now — and Holland is in real trouble!
(Inside the ring, Moretti signals the attack. The Blood Money Soldiers swarm Holland, beating him down 4-on-1. Kicks, stomps, and punches rain down as the crowd erupts in boos.)
Julian Fiasco:
This is a mugging! Victor Holland fought his heart out and now he’s getting ambushed!
(Moretti grabs Holland and plants him with a devastating Mob Rule DDT in the center of the ring. Holland is motionless as Blood Money stands tall — but they don’t see what’s coming next…)
Jeremiah Sloan:
Wait a second… Here comes the cavalry!!
(The crowd erupts as sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams bursts out from the back, sprinting down the ramp with the Southern Boys — Dan Williams and Dave Miller — right behind him!)
Julian Fiasco:
It’s the champion! Kenneth D Williams and the Southern Boys are here to even the odds!
(Blood Money turns to face them but it’s too late — Williams hits the ring first, throwing wild rights at Moretti! The Southern Boys tackle Gambino and Columbo as the fight spills across the ring!)
(The fans are on their feet as the good guys clean house. Joe Barone tries to go toe-to-toe with the sVo Champion, but Williams ducks a clothesline and sends Barone flying over the top rope with a dropkick!)
(One by one, Blood Money is cleared from the ring, retreating to the ramp in frustration. Moretti holds his jaw, seething with rage, yelling back at Williams and Holland. Gambino and Columbo hold him back as security starts to arrive to restore order.)
Jeremiah Sloan:
Kenneth D Williams just made the save — and showed why he’s the fighting champion! What a statement!
Julian Fiasco:
This war is far from over, Sloan. Blood Money won’t take this lying down — and with Jackpot on the horizon, tensions are hitting a boiling point!
(In the ring, Williams helps Victor Holland to his feet as the Southern Boys stand guard. Williams nods at Holland, showing mutual respect. The crowd gives all four men a massive ovation as they stand tall, united against Blood Money.)
(The camera zooms in on Moretti’s furious face on the ramp before fading out on the image of Holland and Williams staring down their enemies.)
Jeremiah Sloan:
Who will walk into Jackpot with momentum? And will the sVo Championship survive the war that’s brewing?
Julian Fiasco:
We’ll find out in the weeks ahead! Goodnight from Las Vegas — and remember, the violence is always… sanctioned!
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