sVo Showdown 230
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 22nd June 2025
🎥 [OPENING MONTAGE]
Cue up thunderous music — a pulse-pounding blend of synth and guitars.
We open with sweeping, cinematic drone shots of the Las Vegas Strip at night. Neon lights blaze across the skyline. The Bellagio fountains erupt in rhythm. Roulette wheels spin. Dice hit the felt. The city of risk… and reward.
Then — BANG! — the screen smashes to black and transitions to a montage of sVo legends:
- Mike Best locking in the STF.
- Night standing stoically under flickering lights.
- Psyko Stevo flying from the top rope.
- Roscoe Shame delivering the Shame Time spinebuster.
- Johnny All Star, fists raised high.
- Jay Wildman brawling through the crowd.
- Cody Williams hitting the Perfect Shot.
- Nathan Paradine wrenching in a deadly submission.
🎙️ Julian Fiasco (voice-over):
“From the champions of yesterday to the warriors of today… the Sanctioned Violence Organization has always been about one thing — proving you belong.”
Cut to a barrage of recent action:
- Anthony Moretti grinning arrogantly after pinning the sVo Champion.
- Carlos Vasquez shouting “I’m the future again, chico!”
- Danny Domino cracking knuckles and putting down Marty Murdoch.
- Alex Sterling posing with the Las Vegas Championship under a spotlight.
- Victor Holland standing tall, pointing at the sVo Championship.
- Kenneth D Williams raising the title high, surrounded by fireworks.
🎥 [ARENA SHOT]
The camera cuts to the Goodfellas Casino Arena, PACKED wall-to-wall with rowdy Vegas fans waving signs, holding replica titles, and wearing the latest sVo merch.
🔥 Huge pyrotechnics explode across the stage as the iconic red-and-silver Showdown logo pulses across the screens.
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“WE ARE LIVE! From the entertainment capital of the world — welcome to the final stop before JACKPOT 2025!This is Showdown 230, and you’re watching it on the Sanctioned Violence Network!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Julian, tonight is make-or-break for so many sVo stars! Next week, we’ve got the Jackpot Rumble, the International Tag Title showdown, and the triple threat for the sVo Championship — but TONIGHT, all eyes are on momentum and message!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“And we’ve got a main event that could swing the power balance heading into that triple threat! Victor Holland teams up with the sVo Tag Team Champions, The Southern Boys, to take on Anthony Moretti and the Blood Money Soldiers!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Not to mention Danny Domino vs. Dylan MacLeod, and hometown favorite Jason Martel looking to stay unbeaten against the dangerous Noah Rogan!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“The fuse is lit. The stakes are set. One week from tonight it’s Jackpot, but right now it’s SHOWDOWN — and it starts… RIGHT NOW!”
Camera sweeps the screaming crowd as the lights dim, ready for the first match…
🎥 [FADE TO RINGSIDE]
Ringside
[Green and gold lights swirl around the Goodfellas Casino Arena]
The crowd erupts as the sVo Champion “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams steps through the curtain, sVo Championship glinting over his shoulder. Dressed in a sleek “Still Climbing” black and green jacket, Kenneth takes a moment at the top of the ramp, soaking in the roar of the fans before walking down to the ring.
Crowd:
“KEN-NETH! KEN-NETH! KEN-NETH!”
He slaps hands, poses with the belt on the turnbuckle, and then calls for a microphone. The music fades out as the chants grow louder. Williams raises the mic with a smile, humbled by the support.
Kenneth D Williams:
“Las Vegas…”
Crowd pops.
Kenneth D Williams:
“…I said LAS VEGAS!”
Crowd gets even louder.
Kenneth D Williams:
“One week from tonight… I step into the ring at Jackpot 2025 with the odds stacked against me. Triple threat match. One fall. Two hungry challengers — Anthony Moretti and Victor Holland — both looking to take this from me.”
He raises the sVo Championship high in the air to cheers.
Kenneth D Williams:
“I know exactly what’s at stake. This title doesn’t just represent the top spot in the sVo — it represents every fan who’s believed in me from the beginning… every underdog that was told they weren’t good enough… everyone that was told to wait their turn.”
Crowd:
“YOU DESERVE IT! clap clap clapclapclap
YOU DESERVE IT!”
Kenneth D Williams:
“Thank you. But you see, next week I’m not walking in with fear — I’m walking in with focus. I’m walking in with purpose. And I’m walking in with fire, because I’m gonna fight like hell to make sure that when the smoke clears at Jackpot…”
He paces the ring, intense now.
Kenneth D Williams:
“…Kenneth D Williams is STILL your sVo Champion.”
Huge pop from the crowd.
Kenneth D Williams:
“This one’s for all of you. For every person that ever felt overlooked. For every fighter that refuses to back down. For everyone in this building and watching at home… I’m walking into Jackpot with this belt — and I’m walking out with it too. Believe that.”
He raises the belt high again as his music hits once more. The crowd is electric, chanting his name as Williams climbs the ropes, rallying the fans ahead of Jackpot.
🎙️ Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“The champ sounds ready for war, Sloan!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“He’s got the heart of a lion, Julian — but with Moretti and Holland breathing down his neck, the target’s never been bigger!”
The screen fades to black as the sVo logo pulses and transitions to the night’s first contest.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the bustling locker room corridor. The crowd cheers as it focuses in on “The High Stakes Hero” Jason Martel, lacing up his boots and stretching out his shoulders. Dressed in his signature red-and-silver ring gear, Martel is moments away from his next big test against Noah Rogan.
Martel bounces on the balls of his feet, focused, when suddenly…
👠CLICK…CLICK…CLICK
The unmistakable sound of high heels echoes through the corridor as sVo COO Amy Page steps into frame, arms crossed, wearing a sleek black power suit and that signature calculating smirk.
Amy Page:
“Well, well… Jason Martel. Vegas’ little golden boy.”
Martel straightens up, clearly surprised but keeping his composure.
Amy Page:
“I’ve been watching you. Three wins in a row, the crowd screaming your name like you’re some kind of savior…”
She steps closer, her tone cool, almost patronizing.
Amy Page:
“Here’s a little free advice, sweetheart: if you really want to make it to the top around here, you might want to stop wasting your time trying to impress these dumb Las Vegas fans.”
The crowd boos audibly from the arena as the feed plays live.
Amy Page:
“They’ll cheer you today… and forget you tomorrow. You want a real future in this business? You stop listening to them… and start listening to me.”
Martel begins to open his mouth to respond, but Amy raises a finger, cutting him off.
Amy Page:
“You’re welcome.”
With a satisfied smirk, Page spins on her heel and walks off, leaving Martel standing there, jaw tight, fists clenched, staring down the hallway in silence as the scene fades out.
Back at ringside…
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Well now! That was unexpected. Amy Page trying to sink her claws into the High Stakes Hero?”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Martel’s got heart and the fans on his side — but if Amy Page gets into his head, everything could change tonight.”
The camera fades to ringside as Jason Martel’s music begins to play and his match is moments away.
Single Match
Jason Martel vs. Noah Rogan
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where the ever-professional Katie Smith stands with her microphone in hand, the Sanctioned Violence Network logo glowing on the monitor behind her. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as stepping into frame is none other than “The Bully” Danny Domino — sneering, confident, and cracking his knuckles with smug satisfaction.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time — ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino. Danny, tonight you go one-on-one with Dylan MacLeod, and in just one week, you’ll be entering the thirty-man Jackpot Rumble match. How are you feeling heading into these crucial matches?”
Danny Domino (grinning arrogantly):
“How am I feeling? Katie, I feel inevitable. Tonight, Dylan MacLeod gets the same treatment Noah Rogan got, and anyone else who’s dumb enough to think they’re standing in my way.”
He steps closer to the camera, his voice sharper now.
Danny Domino:
“Then next week… Jackpot. The Rumble. Thirty guys all dreaming about their big moment. All hoping for that one lucky break. But guess what—luck doesn’t win you the Rumble. I do.”
He jabs a thumb into his chest.
Danny Domino:
“I’m walking in with bad intentions and walking out with that golden ticket. And there ain’t a damn thing that Kenneth D Williams, Victor Holland, Anthony Moretti, or anyone else can do to stop me from becoming the sVo Champion again.”
The crowd boos from the arena, but Domino just smirks and shrugs.
Danny Domino:
“Dylan MacLeod’s just the warm-up. Next week? That ring is mine. And so is the future of the sVo.”
Domino glares at the camera one last time before storming off. Katie looks on, trying to maintain her composure.
Katie Smith:
“Well, strong words from Danny Domino — and if he backs them up, the rest of the locker room better be ready.”
The scene fades to black.
Tag Team Match
The Malones vs. Generation Joint
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Katie Smith stands poised with a microphone in hand. The fans in the arena buzz as stepping into frame, oozing confidence and style, is none other than ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez — dressed in designer sunglasses and a gold chain, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his attitude undeniable. He chews his gum slowly, smirking like he owns the place.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the former sVo Champion — ‘The Miami Maverick’ himself, Carlos Vasquez. Carlos, earlier tonight, Danny Domino made it very clear he intends to win the Jackpot Rumble next week. What are your thoughts?”
Carlos Vasquez (removing his sunglasses and glaring into the camera):
“Ey chica, I heard what Domino said. Loud and clear. He wanna talk tough? He wanna act like he’s already won something? That’s cute.”
He scoffs and steps forward, eyes intense.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Let me tell you somethin’, Katie. That ring? That Rumble? That’s my playground. That’s my ticket back to the top. You think Carlos Vasquez came all the way from the gutter to let some wannabe tough guy steal his spotlight? Nah. That ain’t how the story ends, chica.”
He taps his temple with a finger.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Domino thinks he’s gonna toss twenty-nine men over the top rope? Please. The only thing he’s tossin’ is his damn chances. I walkin’ into that Jackpot Rumble with one thing on my mind — redemption. And when I throw all them boys over the top rope one by one… I’m walkin’ out with my golden ticket.”
He slips the sunglasses back on and grins arrogantly.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny Domino? He’s just another name on the list, okay? And next week, the whole world gonna remember who the real main event is… ‘The Miami Maverick’, baby.”
He leans in closer to Katie, voice low and dangerous.
Carlos Vasquez:
“You can’t stop the storm… you just hope you survive it.”
With that, Vasquez flashes a smirk, straightens his chain, and walks off down the hallway. Katie watches him go before turning back to the camera.
Katie Smith:
“Carlos Vasquez has made his intentions crystal clear — and with tensions rising, the Jackpot Rumble is shaping up to be one for the ages.”
Fade out.
Single Match
Dylan MacLeod vs. Danny Domino
Backstage
The camera cuts to the lavish, dimly lit office of sVo COO Amy Page. The blonde executive sits confidently behind her sleek desk, dressed in a sharp black power suit, signature smirk in place. Standing silently behind her, arms folded, are her loyal Enforcers — ‘Razor’ Rick Reid and ‘The O-Town Outlaw’ Scott Washington — both looking menacing.
The camera pans slightly to reveal Jake Blackwood, the rugged and determined ‘Wild West Warrior’, standing proudly in his denim jacket and cowboy hat, his eyes sharp with purpose. Across from him, with a smug grin and sunglasses on indoors, sits the Las Vegas Champion, ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling, dressed like he just walked off a movie set. The sVo Las Vegas Championship belt rests in front of him on the table, polished and gleaming.
Amy Page:
“Gentlemen… welcome. We’re just one week away from Jackpot 2025 — and with all eyes on the sVo Championship and the Jackpot Rumble, it’s only fitting that the Las Vegas Championship has its own spotlight.”
She gestures to the championship on the table.
Amy Page:
“Jake Blackwood. Alex Sterling. You’ve both made your intentions clear. This contract makes it official. Next week, the two of you will compete for the Las Vegas Championship… but before either of you can ride off into the sunset or walk another red carpet, we make it official here, tonight.”
She slides the contract across the table toward Jake Blackwood first. Blackwood doesn’t hesitate. He grabs a pen, leans forward, and signs.
Jake Blackwood:
“I ain’t in this for movie deals or magazine covers. I’m here for the fight — and I’m takin’ that title off your waist, Sterling. Believe that.”
Sterling chuckles, removing his sunglasses slowly, revealing his smug Hollywood glare.
Alex Sterling:
“Jake, Jake, Jake… do you even know how to spell your name? I gotta say, it takes guts to sit here like this and think you’re going to take my spotlight. But next week, pal, you’ll learn that in this city… there’s no room for cowboys. Only stars.”
He theatrically signs the contract, then spins it back toward Amy Page and picks up the Las Vegas Championship belt, resting it across his shoulder.
Alex Sterling:
“I’m not just the champion. I am Las Vegas. I’m the main event. I’m the face that sells this brand. You? You’re just some dusty extra in my story.”
Blackwood rises from his seat, fists clenched. Sterling stands slowly, adjusting his collar. The two stare each other down, tension thick. Behind Amy Page, the Enforcers stir slightly, ready to jump in if needed.
Amy Page (smirking):
“Easy, boys. Save it for Jackpot. I want this ring lit up like the Strip when you two go to war.”
The segment ends with Blackwood and Sterling still nose to nose, the contract now signed, and the Las Vegas Championship match set in stone.
Fade out.
Six Man Tag Team Match
Victor Holland & The Southern Boys vs. Anthony Moretti & Blood Money Soldiers
Ringside
The bell rings following a chaotic and hard-fought six-man tag team main event. The crowd at the Goodfellas Casino Arena boos thunderously as Anthony Moretti and the Blood Money Soldiers, Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo, have their hands raised in victory over Victor Holland and the sVo Tag Team Champions, the Southern Boys.
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
I can’t believe it! Moretti and the Blood Money Soldiers just sent a massive message heading into Jackpot next week!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Like it or not, Julian — that’s momentum. That’s the kind of win that puts everyone on notice… and the sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams has got to be watching closely.
In the ring, Moretti snatches a microphone from the timekeeper as Gambino and Columbo boot Dave Miller and Dan Williams out of the ring and pose over their fallen bodies, mocking the crowd. Victor Holland is still crawling in the corner, holding his ribs.
Anthony Moretti (smirking):
“That’s right! You see this? This is domination! This is BLOOD MONEY doing what we always do — running this damn company!”
Boos rain down as Moretti paces the ring, tapping his temple smugly.
Anthony Moretti:
“Victor Holland, Kenneth D Williams — I hope you’re both watching real close. You thought this triple threat at Jackpot was gonna be some ‘moment’ for you? Nah. It’s a setup… for the next sVo Champion — ME!”
He points to himself, while Gambino and Columbo mockingly clap behind him.
Anthony Moretti:
“And as for these hillbilly Tag Champs…”
(He looks down at the downed Southern Boys.)
“…Columbo and Gambino just did what they’ll do next week — flatten you and take what’s ours. That gold belongs around Blood Money waists, and at Jackpot, it’s all coming home.”
The fans boo even louder as Gambino and Columbo hoist the sVo Tag Team Titles into the air mockingly, standing tall with them. Moretti crouches down next to Victor Holland, grabbing him by the hair and snarling into the microphone.
Anthony Moretti (low and cold):
“And you… you better hope Kenneth saves your ass next week. Because if he doesn’t? I’ll do worse than pin you… I’ll end you.”
Moretti tosses the mic aside and stands tall with his Blood Money Soldiers, the three men raising their arms together in the center of the ring, standing over the fallen fan-favorites.
Julian Fiasco (disgusted):
This is a bad, bad omen for the sVo’s top champions… Blood Money just stole the spotlight heading into Jackpot 2025!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Love them or hate them, they’ve made their move… and next week, we find out if the house finally goes all in on Blood Money!
The camera captures the jeering crowd, the smug celebration of Blood Money, and the wounded challengers crawling at ringside, as the final Showdown before Jackpot fades to black.
[END SHOW.]
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