sVo Showdown 226

sVo Showdown 226
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 25th May 2025

🎲 [Opening shot of the Las Vegas Strip fades into a roaring crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena] 🎲

Julian Fiasco:

“Welcome to Showdown 226, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVE from the fight capital of the world, Las Vegas, Nevada — and after the chaos that went down last week, tonight promises to be nothing short of explosive!”

Jeremiah Sloan:

“That’s right, Jules! The road to Jackpot 2025 is heating up, and tensions are through the roof! We’ve got major tag action, championship implications, and rivalries boiling over!”

🔥 Tonight’s Card Includes: 🔥

Tag Team Turmoil as the Sin City Scoundrels look to stay in the hunt for the International Tag Team Titles when they collide with the hard-hitting Malones!
Las Vegas gold in his sights, Jake Blackwood faces a hungry CJ Dreamer, both looking to build momentum ahead of the Jackpot Rumble!
The highly anticipated in-ring debut of Las Vegas’s own Jason Martel as he goes one-on-one with the always unpredictable ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch!
Jay Adder battles Clam Idia in a matchup that could shake up the Junior division standings!
And in tonight’s massive main event, it’s all-out war in an eight-man tag as Blood Money take on sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams, Victor Holland, and the Southern Boys!

Julian Fiasco:

“The Jackpot Rumble is fast approaching, and everyone’s looking to make a statement before the stakes go sky-high!”

Jeremiah Sloan:

“You’ve got champions, challengers, and chaos all under one roof — so don’t blink, because Showdown 226 starts RIGHT NOW!”

[Cue the Showdown opening theme and pyro as the crowd erupts!]

Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. The Malones

Ringside

The bell rings, and “Sin City Hustle” blasts through the Goodfellas Casino Arena as the Sin City Scoundrels — Michael and Lucas Sexton — celebrate in the ring after a hard-fought win over The Malones. The crowd showers the smug duo with boos as they raise their arms in victory.

Julian Fiasco:

“The Sin City Scoundrels steal another one here on Showdown! Like it or not, they’re racking up wins!”

Jeremiah Sloan:

“Don’t expect humble sportsmanship from these two… This is where the trash talk usually begins.”

Lucas grabs a microphone from ringside, adjusting his crooked designer sunglasses and wiping imaginary dirt off his boots. Michael leans lazily against the ropes, grinning like a shark.

Lucas Sexton:

“Another team down. Another message sent.”

Michael Sexton:

“Frankie, ‘Money’ — you boys learned the hard way what happens when you mess with Sin City royalty. And now…”

Lucas steps forward, tone turning sharp and direct.

Lucas Sexton:

“Now it’s time we stop playing games. Ultras — yeah, we’re talking to you! Sitting nice and cozy in Berlin with those International Tag Team Titles on your shoulders.”

Michael Sexton:

“You like to call yourselves dominant. You like to act like you’re the best tag team in the world… but you haven’t proven nothing until you’ve stepped into the ring with the Sin City Scoundrels!”

The crowd boos louder as Lucas raises his voice.

Lucas Sexton:

“So here it is, boys — plain and simple. Jackpot. Las Vegas. We want the match. We want the gold. We want to see if the big bad Ultras have the guts to leave your little safe zone in Germany and face us face-to-face in our city!”

Michael Sexton:

“Or are you just gonna sit this one out, pretend you didn’t hear us, and keep polishing those belts like cowards?”

Lucas leans over the ropes, staring straight into the hard camera.

Lucas Sexton:

“Time to show some balls, fellas. Vegas is calling. You better answer.”

The Scoundrels drop the mic and pose arrogantly in the ring to a wave of jeers from the crowd, making belt gestures around their waists as their music hits again.

Julian Fiasco:

“The challenge has been issued loud and clear! The Sin City Scoundrels want their shot at the International Tag Team Titles!”

Jeremiah Sloan:

“Now the question is — will the Ultras show up to Jackpot and accept it?”

Camera lingers on the Scoundrels gloating in the corner before fading to the next segment.

Backstage

The camera cuts to the backstage area where the ever-professional and poised redhead interviewer, Katie Smith, stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her is the stylish and smug Las Vegas Champion, “The LA Luminary” Alex Sterling, dressed in designer sunglasses, a tailored jacket, and the Las Vegas Title slung over his shoulder. The crowd watching on the arena screen boos loudly at the sight of him.

Katie Smith

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the current sVo Las Vegas Champion, ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. Alex… last week on Showdown, you shocked a lot of people when you attacked Jake Blackwood after his victory. The question on everyone’s mind is—why?”

Sterling slowly removes his sunglasses, smirking smugly.

Alex Sterling:

“Why? Katie, it’s simple. I had to remind everyone — including Jake Blackwood — who runs the brightest show in Vegas. For weeks now, he’s been barking about coming after this…”

He taps the Las Vegas Championship with his finger.

Alex Sterling:

“He wins a couple matches, stares longingly at the title, and suddenly he thinks he’s next in line? Please. He’s a cowboy stuck in the past — and this championship, my championship, is about the future. It’s about style, class, and excellence… not dirt roads and denim.”

Katie Smith:

“So are you saying you won’t defend the title against him at Jackpot?”

Sterling lets out a condescending laugh.

Alex Sterling:

“Oh no, Katie. Don’t get it twisted. I will defend this title at Jackpot. I just want Jake to understand that if he’s going to ride into my city and challenge me for this belt, there are consequences. He may think he’s ready, but the moment he steps into the spotlight with me? He’s going to find out that the ‘Wild West Warrior’ just can’t hang in the City of Lights.”

Katie glances toward the side of the set where Jake Blackwood is moments away from his match.

Katie Smith:

“Well, Jake Blackwood is in action next against CJ Dreamer. I’m sure he heard everything you just said—”

Alex Sterling (cutting in):

“Good. Maybe it’ll motivate him to survive tonight… if he wants any chance of surviving Jackpot.”

Sterling puts his sunglasses back on and walks off with his title, leaving Katie looking on as the camera fades out to transition to the upcoming match.

Single Match
Jake Blackwood vs. CJ Dreamer

Ringside

The bell rings as “Gunpowder & Lead” by Miranda Lambert blasts through the speakers of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The fans rise to their feet with a loud ovation as “The Wild West Warrior” Jake Blackwood stands tall in the center of the ring, his hand raised in victory by the referee. CJ Dreamer rolls out to ringside, clutching his ribs after a hard-fought battle.

Blackwood climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises a fist high to the roaring crowd. His trademark cowboy hat slightly tilted back, a smirk creeps across his rugged face as he looks around the arena — his house tonight.

Then, as the music fades slightly, Blackwood hops down, stands center-ring again… and mimics a title belt motion across his waist. A clear, deliberate gesture. The message is crystal clear — he’s coming for the Las Vegas Championship.

A camera cuts to the backstage area briefly, where Alex Sterling is shown watching on a monitor, arms crossed, the Las Vegas Title draped over his shoulder. The champion sneers, unimpressed — but there’s a flicker of tension in his eyes.

Back in the ring, Jake Blackwood tips his hat to the fans, pointing to the hard camera and mouthing the words:

Jake Blackwood (off mic):

“Sterling… I’m coming.”

The fans erupt again, chanting “BLACKWOOD! BLACKWOOD!” as the scene fades out to a graphic for the upcoming match.

Backstage

Katie Smith stands poised and professional, microphone in hand, wearing a warm smile as the camera cuts to her. Beside her, in his ring gear, stands the charismatic and focused “High Stakes Hero” Jason Martel, ready to make his in-ring debut for sVo. The Las Vegas crowd can be heard buzzing in the background.

Katie Smith:

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined right now by a man who’s about to step into an sVo ring for the very first time — please welcome Las Vegas’s own, ‘The High Stakes Hero’ Jason Martel!”

[Crowd in the arena pops, reacting to the big screen feed.]

Katie Smith:

“Jason, you’ve built a strong reputation on the West Coast and in the Las Vegas indie scene, but tonight… it’s the big time. Your official sVo debut. How are you feeling just moments away from your first match?”

Jason Martel: (with a confident grin)

“Katie, I’ve wrestled in bars, warehouses, parking lots — I’ve fought to earn every single cheer I’ve ever gotten. But walking into the Goodfellas Casino Arena tonight? That’s a whole different kind of electricity.”

Jason Martel: (tone turns determined)

“This isn’t just any night. This is the moment I’ve dreamed of since I was a kid sneaking into sVo shows and watching legends from the cheap seats. This is my city… my moment… and I’m not just here to impress — I’m here to win. Period.”

Katie Smith:

“You’re facing the unpredictable ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch — an eccentric competitor with a lot of heart. Any final thoughts before you head to the ring?”

Jason Martel: (nodding with respect)

“Marty’s tough, no doubt. He’s been around, he’s seen a lot. But I’ve come too far to let my debut be anything less than a statement. In Vegas, you bet on yourself — and tonight, I’m going all in.”

Katie Smith: (smiling at the camera)

“There you have it — the High Stakes Hero is ready to make his mark! Don’t go anywhere — Jason Martel vs. Marty Murdoch is coming up next!”

Martel throws a quick wink to the camera and heads off with purpose toward the curtain, ready to make his first impression on the sVo faithful.

[Fade to ringside.]

Single Match
Marty Murdoch vs. Jason Martel

Backstage

[Camera pans to ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch, still breathing heavily, towel around his neck, his hair damp with sweat after his hard-fought loss to Jason Martel. Marty trudges down the corridor, clearly dejected. His head is low, shoulders slumped, the weight of another missed opportunity on his mind.]

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar, mocking laugh cuts through the silence.

Danny Domino — ‘The Bully’ himself — steps into frame from a side hallway, arms folded, a smug grin stretched across his face. He looks Marty up and down with barely disguised contempt.

Danny Domino:

“Well, well, if it ain’t ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch, the man of a thousand chances… and zero results.”

[Marty stops walking, letting out a sigh, but doesn’t say anything. Domino takes a step closer.]

Danny Domino:

“You really thought tonight was your night, huh? Thought you’d spoil the big debut of Jason Martel? Please. The guy walked into your backyard and made you look like a rookie.”

Marty Murdoch: (quietly, but firmly)

“I gave it everything I had.”

Danny Domino:

“Yeah? Maybe that’s the problem. Your everything just ain’t good enough anymore.”

(pauses)

“And now you’re entering the Jackpot Rumble? You? C’mon, Marty… you can barely win a coin toss, let alone a thirty-man war.”

[Marty clenches his fists, still trying to hold his composure.]

Danny Domino:

“Here’s a little friendly advice — don’t embarrass yourself out there again. Stay home, watch from the sidelines, and let the real contenders handle business.”

[Domino gives Marty a hard pat on the shoulder — more of a shove than a gesture of support — before walking off with a cruel chuckle echoing behind him. Marty watches him go, a flicker of fire returning to his eyes… maybe not tonight, but the fight isn’t gone yet.]

[Fade out.]

Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Clam Idia

Backstage

The crowd can be faintly heard in the distance, buzzing with anticipation.

[Camera fades in to a locker room just behind the curtain. Standing front and center is the sVo Heavyweight Champion, “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams. He’s lacing his boots, championship belt resting over his shoulder. Next to him, “The Natural” Victor Holland is taping his wrists with quiet focus. The sVo Tag Team Champions, Dan Williams and Dave Miller — The Southern Boys — stand side-by-side, fired up and pacing.]

Dan Williams:

“Y’all feel that buzz out there? That’s Vegas wantin’ blood… and I say we give it to ‘em. Blood Money’s blood.”

Dave Miller:

“They jumped us like cowards last week. Time to pay that back with interest.”

Victor Holland: (nodding)

“Moretti wants to throw his little crew at us ‘cause he’s scared I’m getting too close to his spot. Let him. I don’t mind fighting through four men to get to one.”

Kenneth D Williams: (tightens the tape around his wrists, intense gaze to camera)

“Blood Money thinks this is still their show… that they run the sVo. But last week, when we cleared that ring, the message was loud and clear.”

(holds up the sVo Championship)

“This is the new era. And tonight, we show ’em exactly who runs this place now.”

Dan Williams: (grins, slaps Kenneth on the back)

“Let’s do what we do best, boys. Let’s make a little violence happen.”

Dave Miller:

“Time to show ‘em that Vegas ain’t big enough for their ego and our gold.”

[Victor throws on his jacket, Kenneth hands his belt to a stagehand, and the four men bump fists.]

Kenneth D Williams:

“Let’s shut ‘em up. Once and for all.”

[They walk off toward Gorilla position as the camera holds on the door swinging shut behind them. The crowd roars louder as the main event draws near.]

[Fade to black.]

Eight Man Tag Team Match
Blood Money vs. Kenneth D Williams, Victor Holland & The Southern Boys

Ringside

Crowd: Loud and hostile

[The bell has just rung. Anthony Moretti, Joe Barone, Junior Gambino, and Nicky Columbo – BLOOD MONEY – stand tall in the ring, having stolen a controversial victory in the eight-man tag main event. Kenneth D Williams is slumped in the corner, clutching his ribs. Victor Holland is down on the mat, having taken the brunt of the final assault. The Southern Boys are laid out outside the ring. The crowd boos thunderously.]

[Moretti grabs a microphone from ringside and struts to the center of the ring, breathing heavily but smug. He paces slowly, soaking in the jeers.]

Anthony Moretti:

(grinning)

“You hear that, huh? You hear that, Vegas? That sound? That’s the sound of reality hittin’ you in the face.”

(pauses as crowd boos even louder)

“Last week, Victor Holland couldn’t beat me. Time limit draw, baby. You didn’t win nothin’. And tonight? I beat you… and I beat the so-called ‘champion’ Kenneth D Williams. Clean. Center of this ring!”

[He points at Kenneth, who glares back from the corner, wincing.]

Anthony Moretti:

“You can all cry about it, but facts are facts. I run this place. I built this place. And I ain’t gonna stand on the sidelines while some underdog story plays out at my expense.”

[Moretti glares into the camera now, eyes intense.]

Anthony Moretti:

“So here’s what’s gonna happen. At Jackpot, that sVo Championship match? Yeah, it ain’t no one-on-one anymore.”

(he smirks, looking back and forth between Kenneth and Holland)

“I’m in. Triple Threat. Moretti. Holland. Williams.”

[The crowd erupts in boos, pelting the ring with chants of “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”]

Anthony Moretti:

“You don’t like it? Too bad. ‘Cause at Jackpot… I take back what’s mine. Capisce?”

[He drops the mic with a loud thud. Blood Money gather around him, arms raised, standing tall over the fallen faces as the show fades out. The final shot is Kenneth D Williams clutching the title on his shoulder, glaring up at Moretti, while Victor Holland crawls to the ropes, eyes locked on both men.]

[Fade to black.]