sVo Showdown 232
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 13th July 2025
🎥 [Opening Video Package Begins]
Slow-motion shots of the Las Vegas Strip at night. Neon lights flicker across the screen — the casinos, the glitz, the glamour — a city where fortunes are made or lost in the blink of an eye.
🎙️ Voiceover:
“In the city of sin… when the stakes are high… only the strongest survive.”
Cue a pulse-pounding rock track as a rapid-fire montage hits:
🔥 Mike Best delivering a stiff knee strike…
🔥 Night standing tall in the mist…
🔥 Psyko Stevo hitting a suicide dive…
🔥 Roscoe Shame posing with the sVo Championship…
🔥 Johnny All Star battling in a steel cage…
🔥 Jay Wildman landing a springboard clothesline…
🔥 Cody Williams raising his arm in victory…
🔥 Nathan Paradine applying a signature submission…
The music intensifies as it transitions into shots of today’s top names:
💥 Anthony Moretti leading Blood Money into battle…
💥 Carlos Vasquez grinning with his signature swagger…
💥 Danny Domino throwing fists with wild intent…
💥 Alex Sterling posing under the spotlight, Las Vegas Championship around his waist…
💥 Victor Holland holding his ground in the ring, eyes full of determination…
Finally, a powerful image of sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams raising his title to the rafters — the crowd roaring behind him.
🎥 [Cut to a wide crowd shot of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, the fans on their feet, waving signs and chanting.]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to sVo Showdown 232! We are coming to you LIVE from the sold-out Goodfellas Casino Arena in the heart of Las Vegas — and what a night it’s going to be!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“We’re just months away from Roll the Dice 2025, and the road to the next PPV continues tonight! Rumors have been swirling all day about what’s in store—and I’ve just heard that COO Amy Page is expected to kick off the show with a major announcement regarding tonight’s main event!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“That’s right, Sloan. And in the ring, we’ve got some huge match-ups already confirmed. The Tag Team Champions The Southern Boys are in action against the dangerous duo of Generation Joint in a non-title affair!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Plus, CJ Dreamer looks for redemption against the venomous Python Noah Rogan, and the undefeated rising star Jason Martel faces one of the meanest men in sVo — Clam Idia!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“The dust is still settling from Jackpot 2025 — and with Joe Barone now the number one contender, Blood Money still a looming threat, and challengers lining up for every title in the company, you can feel the tension rising!”
🎥 [Cut to the ring where Amy Page is already approaching with a microphone and her Enforcers behind her.]
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“Oh boy — here we go! The boss is in the building and we’re about to find out what tonight’s main event is going to be!”
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Buckle up, folks. sVo Showdown 232 starts right NOW!”
🎥 [Fade to ringside.]
Ringside
COO Amy Page stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, flanked by her hulking personal enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid. The Las Vegas crowd rains boos down, but she smirks through them, unbothered as always.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“Ladies and gentlemen of Las Vegas… shut your mouths and open your eyes.”
The boos intensify as she gestures confidently to the crowd, while Washington and Reid stand stone-faced behind her.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“Last week, Showdown 231 shattered our streaming expectations. Why? Because we delivered what the Sanctioned Violence Organization is all about — chaos, conflict, and consequences.”
The crowd jeers, a “You sold out!” chant briefly starting. Amy shakes her head with a grin.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“But I’ve been hearing a lot of whining lately. People talking about respect, honor, handshakes—”
(mocking tone) “—‘fighting champions’ this, ‘earning opportunities’ that…”
She scoffs and paces slightly.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“That’s not what draws eyes. That’s not what sells tickets. What brings the ratings? What keeps the world talking? Sanctioned. Violence. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you… starting tonight.”
She pauses as the crowd buzzes, waiting for the announcement.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“In tonight’s main event, two men who can’t stand each other — two men who both want to tear through this company and get to the top — will face off. One of them walked out of Jackpot with momentum, and the other? He walked out humiliated.”
A beat.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“So tonight, in this very ring… it will be ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino…”
Loud boos.
🎙️ Amy Page:
“…versus Victor Holland!”
Big pop from the crowd!
🎙️ Amy Page:
“I want fists flying, tempers flaring, and egos shattered. Let’s see who actually deserves to call themselves a top contender… and let’s see who gets left in the dirt.”
Amy drops the mic with a smug grin as her theme hits. The Enforcers fall in step behind her as she exits the ring, leaving the fans buzzing for tonight’s explosive main event.
🎙️ Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Well there you have it, folks! Domino vs. Holland in the main event tonight! Amy Page wants violence, and she’s absolutely going to get it!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“These two are combustible on their own, and now they’re being thrown in the ring together with Amy Page watching from above? This one’s going to be a war!”
[Fade to commercial.]
Tag Team Match
The Southern Boys vs. Generation Joint
Backstage
The camera fades in on backstage interviewer Katie Smith, microphone in hand, standing beside the rising star and hometown favorite, the “High Stakes Hero” Jason Martel. Martel is still in his ring gear, looking focused but fired up.
🎙️ Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Las Vegas’ own Jason Martel, who made waves last week when he ran down to stop a post-match assault by Las Vegas Champion Alex Sterling on Marty Murdoch. Jason… the question on everyone’s mind is: why?”
Martel nods, adjusting the cuffs on his gloves as he turns to face the camera.
🃏 Jason Martel:
“You know, Katie, I didn’t do what I did last week to make a statement. I did it because I can’t stand watching a bully pick on someone who just left it all out in that ring.”
He pauses, shaking his head.
🃏 Jason Martel:
“Marty Murdoch may not have the flash. He may not have a championship. But what he does have is heart. He went toe-to-toe with the so-called ‘LA Luminary’—and for Alex Sterling to beat him, then keep swinging long after the bell? That’s not a champion. That’s a coward hiding behind a spotlight.”
The crowd in the arena can be faintly heard cheering through the monitors.
🎙️ Katie Smith:
“So, what are you saying, Jason?”
🃏 Jason Martel:
“I’m saying if Alex Sterling wants to call himself the King of Las Vegas, then maybe it’s time he stepped in the ring with someone who doesn’t back down.”
He steps closer to the camera, voice steady but firm.
🃏 Jason Martel:
“I don’t care if it’s next week, next month, or at Roll the Dice—I’m challenging Alex Sterling to a match. And this time, he won’t be fighting an underdog… he’ll be facing a man who fights eye to eye.”
Martel turns back toward Katie, his voice lowering slightly.
🃏 Jason Martel:
“I’ll be waiting for your answer, champ.”
With that, Martel walks off, leaving Katie Smith watching him go.
🎙️ Katie Smith:
“There you have it — a bold challenge from the High Stakes Hero. Will Alex Sterling respond?”
Ringside
The crowd erupts in loud boos as the International Tag Team Champions, the Sin City Scoundrels, strut out from behind the curtain. Dressed in matching gold-trimmed suits with their titles slung over their shoulders, Michael and Lucas Sexton ooze arrogance as they swagger down the ramp.
Inside the ring, a red velvet carpet has been rolled out, and a custom neon sign reading “Sin City Excellence” hangs from the turnbuckles. The Scoundrels grab mics as the jeers rain down from the Las Vegas crowd.
🎙️ Michael Sexton:
“Ladies and gentlemen, your prayers have been answered… because your International Tag Team Champions are finallyhere to bless this dumpster fire of a city with some real gold!”
🎙️ Lucas Sexton:
“That’s right, Michael. These belts? They don’t just make us the best tag team in the sVo… they make us the best tag team on the planet. The Ultras? Exposed. The Southern Boys? Hiding. Generation Joint? Baked and broken!”
The crowd boos loudly, but the Scoundrels lean into it, laughing smugly.
🎙️ Michael Sexton:
“Let’s face it — no one can touch us. We are untouchable. We are undeniable. We are—”
SUDDENLY, the arena lights flicker as the screen above the entrance ramp sparks to life. A familiar, gritty guitar riff plays as the faces of Money Malone and Frankie Malone fill the screen. The crowd pops as the Malones appear live via satellite from their training gym.
🎥 Money Malone (on screen):
“Untouchable, huh? You boys run your mouths like you own this town… but all we see are two silver spoon punks treating these titles like they’re props in some casino show.”
🎥 Frankie Malone (on screen):
“You want to talk best tag team on the planet? Try doin’ it without all the glitter and smug faces. Try doin’ it by earning respect. The kind we earned, fightin’ in bingo halls, not VIP lounges.”
🎥 Money Malone (on screen):
“So here’s what we’re gonna do, boys. You strut around calling yourselves champions? Fine. Let’s see if you got the stones to defend those belts… against us.”
🎥 Frankie Malone (on screen):
“Roll the Dice is comin’. Time to put up or shut up. What do you say, Sin City?”
The screen goes black as the crowd cheers wildly. Back in the ring, the Scoundrels exchange a glare, clearly irritated that their spotlight has been hijacked.
🎙️ Lucas Sexton:
“Those has-beens think they can waltz back in and take what we bled for?!”
🎙️ Michael Sexton:
“Frankie, Money… You want the champs? Fine. At Roll the Dice, you two are gonna find out the house always wins in Sin City.”
The crowd roars in anticipation as the Sin City Scoundrels raise their titles high — cocky as ever but now officially challenged.
[CUT TO COMMERCIAL]
Singles Match
CJ Dreamer vs. ‘Python’ Noah Rogan
Backstage
The camera cuts to a dimly lit hallway backstage where Joe Barone, the towering “Problem Solver” and winner of the Jackpot Rumble, is marching with purpose. Flanking him are the Blood Money Soldiers — Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo — each looking tense and focused. The three men turn a corner when Barone abruptly stops and turns to face them.
Joe Barone:
(Coldly, arms folded)
“You two better listen, and listen good.”
Gambino and Columbo straighten up, sensing the gravity in Barone’s voice.
Joe Barone:
“Back at Jackpot… you embarrassed the family. You had a shot at bringing the Tag Team Titles home, and you blew it. Moretti’s out. The spotlight’s on me now. And if you two wanna keep riding with Blood Money? You better start pullin’ your weight.”
Barone steps closer, his voice low but menacing.
Joe Barone:
“Tonight — no excuses. No slip-ups. No failures. You go out there, and you destroy whoever’s across the ring. You hurtthem. You send a message. And you remind every team in this company why Blood Money runs this place.”
Columbo clenches his jaw and nods. Gambino cracks his knuckles.
Nicky Columbo:
“We won’t let you down, Barone. They won’t walk out.”
Junior Gambino:
“They’ll be lucky if they crawl.”
Barone stares them both down for a few long seconds, then gives a slow nod of approval — though the menace never leaves his eyes.
Joe Barone:
“Good. Because if you do let me down again… we’re gonna have a very different kind of conversation.”
He walks off, leaving the Soldiers in silence, tension hanging in the air as the scene fades to black.
Backstage
The camera cuts to the plush, dimly lit office of sVo COO Amy Page. She’s seated at her desk, reviewing documents, a glass of red wine resting nearby. The calm is suddenly shattered as the door swings open and in storms the sVo Las Vegas Champion, ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling, still dressed in designer streetwear, sunglasses on indoors.
Alex Sterling:
(Furious, slapping his hand on the desk)
“Did you see that garbage out there?! Jason Martel? Jason Martel? Challenging me like he belongs in the same ring, let alone the same tax bracket?”
Amy Page:
(Without looking up from her papers)
“Good evening to you too, Alex.”
Alex Sterling:
“Don’t ‘good evening’ me! I’m the face of this damn city, the Las Vegas Champion — the reason these people tune in every week! And now you’ve got that high-stakes sideshow running his mouth like he’s somebody? He should be signing autographs at slot machines, not calling out the star of the sVo!”
Page sets her pen down, finally looking up, calm and calculating.
Amy Page:
“Alex. Breathe.”
Sterling paces, clearly still worked up, but slightly lowers his voice.
Amy Page:
“You’re not wrong — you’re the star. Which is why you’re going to handle this like one. You don’t give Martel what he wants right away. You make him sweat. You make him earn it.”
Alex Sterling:
(Snorts)
“He’s not even in my league.”
Amy Page:
“Exactly. So prove it — strategically. Here’s what I’m thinking… next week, you step into a tag team match. You pick a partner. Martel gets to pick one too.”
Sterling cocks an eyebrow, intrigued.
Amy Page:
“You don’t even have to pin him. Just show the world he’s not ready. Tease them. Play with him. And if he survives… maybe then he gets that little title match he’s dreaming of.”
Alex Sterling:
(Grinning now, cocky again)
“Now that’s the kind of Hollywood script I can get behind.”
Amy Page:
“Good. Now get out of my office before you smudge your own reflection.”
Sterling flashes a cocky smirk, adjusts his sunglasses, and heads toward the door.
Alex Sterling:
“Hope Martel enjoys his fifteen minutes. Because next week… I start rolling the credits.”
He exits, leaving Amy Page with a satisfied smirk as she returns to her paperwork.
Scene fades.
Tag Team Match
Blood Money Soldiers vs. local talent
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage interview zone where the ever-professional Katie Smith stands, microphone in hand. Next to her, looming with smug confidence and his trademark sneer, is none other than ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino — arms crossed, chewing gum, and clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino, who is just moments away from tonight’s main event — a one-on-one match against Victor Holland. Danny, what are your thoughts heading into tonight’s showdown?”
Danny Domino:
(Scoffs and leans into the mic)
“My thoughts? My thoughts are that Victor Holland’s just another boy scout with a dream and a smile who’s about to learn what it’s like to get shoved back to reality.”
He pauses, smirking with menace.
Danny Domino:
“See, Amy Page didn’t put me in this match because she wanted a wrestling clinic. She put me in this match because she knows one thing: I get results. I don’t care if Holland’s a fan favorite, or if he’s got momentum, or if he’s the next ‘big thing’. None of that matters when you’re face-down on the mat wondering what hit you.”
Katie raises an eyebrow, holding the mic a little closer.
Katie Smith:
“So you’re confident that tonight—”
Danny Domino:
(Interrupting)
“Confident? Katie, I’m inevitable. Tonight, I’m not just beating Victor Holland… I’m making an example out of him. I’m going to remind the locker room — and the suits upstairs — that I don’t care how many ‘golden boys’ they try to push… The Bully always gets the last word.”
Domino throws his gum to the floor and walks off, cracking his knuckles, leaving Katie looking concerned as the camera slowly fades to black.
Ringside
The lights dim slightly as the pulsing beat of Latin trap hits the speakers. The crowd buzzes with a mix of boos and cheers as ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez struts onto the stage in a sharp designer suit, dark sunglasses on, gold chain gleaming under the lights. With a cocky grin and a slow strut, he makes his way down to the ring.
He steps through the ropes with swagger, soaking in the reaction. A mic is tossed to him from ringside. He catches it with one hand, removes his shades with the other, and smirks toward the hard cam.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Last week… I heard the whispers. I saw the little look. I felt the tension.”
He paces slowly in the ring.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny Domino. ‘The Bully’. You had a whole lot to say about me. That I’m all style. That I’ve got no substance. That I’m just another pretty face in designer clothes.”
He scoffs, flashing a dangerous smile.
Carlos Vasquez:
“You know what, Danny? You’re right. I am about style. I am the man with the flash. The gold. The suits. The jet life.”
He raises a finger confidently.
Carlos Vasquez:
“But that style? It’s backed by elite skill. A former sVo Champion. A main event name. A man who has beaten giants, legends, and punks like you.”
The crowd pops lightly at the fire in his voice.
Carlos Vasquez:
“You might throw punches and bark loud, but I walk into rooms and own them. And tonight, I’m going to do exactly that… from the commentary desk.”
He points out to the announce table.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Because when you step in there with Victor Holland, I’ll be watching very closely. Every move, every weakness, every opening. So go ahead, Bully… throw your tantrum. I’ll be sitting ringside with a front-row seat to your future downfall.”
He drops the mic with a grin and adjusts his cuffs before exiting the ring to a murmur of excitement from the crowd. Julian Fiasco and Jeremiah Sloan hype his upcoming appearance on commentary as he walks toward them with the same signature swagger, locking eyes with the camera before sitting down at the booth.
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Looks like things are heating up between Vasquez and Domino—and Carlos Vasquez is going to have the best seat in the house when Domino takes on Holland in our main event tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Carlos said it loud and clear—he’s watching Danny Domino very closely. Could we be seeing the birth of a new rivalry? One way or another, tonight’s main event just got a whole lot more interesting!”
Singles Match
Jason Martel vs. ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia
Backstage
The camera cuts to a dimly lit corridor backstage. Inside a private training room, the sVo Champion Kenneth D Williams, “The Human Highlight Reel,” is warming up. Dressed in black athletic gear with the gold sVo Championship belt resting on a bench beside him, Williams bounces in place, throwing a few sharp shadow-boxing combinations. His focus is intense. The room is quiet—just the subtle sounds of breathing and warm-up stretches.
The door creaks open slowly.
Williams pauses. He doesn’t turn. The camera pans, and standing in the doorway is Joe Barone, the towering Rumble winner and now #1 Contender to the sVo Championship.
Barone steps in without saying a word. He closes the door behind him with an ominous click. The tension in the room becomes suffocating.
Williams finally turns his head, calmly locking eyes with the larger man. Barone doesn’t speak. Instead, he begins to walk slowly—deliberately—circling the champion like a lion stalking its prey.
He walks past the bench, eyes lingering on the sVo Championship belt for a long moment. His expression is unreadable. Williams remains still, his body tense, ready if something goes down—but he never flinches.
Barone completes his circle and stops directly in front of Williams. They’re face-to-face. Silent. Intense.
Then—
A smile. Cold. Confident. Dangerous.
Barone turns without a word and exits the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
Williams exhales slowly, the only sound breaking the silence, before glancing back at his championship belt. He picks it up and slings it over his shoulder, eyes burning with determination.
Julian Fiasco (voiceover):
“Joe Barone didn’t need to say a word. That stare said it all… The countdown to Roll the Dice just got real.”
Jeremiah Sloan (voiceover):
“That’s the next challenger, folks. And Kenneth D Williams just got a very close look at the storm that’s coming his way.”
Fade out.
Backstage
The camera cuts to the locker room area. Victor Holland is sitting on a bench, taping his wrists with a focused look in his eyes. His gear is on, sweat glistens slightly—he’s clearly deep into his pre-match ritual. The door swings open and in walk two familiar faces: Dylan MacLeod and ‘Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood.
Dylan MacLeod:
(cheerfully)
“Hey, Vic. Big night tonight, huh?”
Jake Blackwood:
(grinning)
“Main event spotlight again. Show ‘em why you earned that title shot at Jackpot.”
Holland looks up and smirks, nodding in appreciation.
Victor Holland:
“Appreciate it, boys. I won’t lie… losing at Jackpot stung. Came real close to holding that belt. But tonight’s about bouncing back. Beating Danny Domino? That’s the first step back up the mountain.”
Dylan MacLeod:
“Guy’s tough, but you’ve been in the fire before. You’ve got this.”
Jake Blackwood:
“And you’ve got the crowd behind you. Just remember—Domino talks big, but he bleeds like the rest of us.”
Holland chuckles, then finishes wrapping his wrist and stands, fist-bumping both men.
Victor Holland:
“Thanks. Tonight’s about proving I still belong at the top. I need this win—not just for momentum… but to remind everyone, and myself, that I’m not done chasing that championship.”
Blackwood nods firmly and slaps Holland on the shoulder.
Jake Blackwood:
“Then go get it. We’ll be watching.”
The two leave the room, and the camera lingers on Holland for a beat—focused, locked in—before fading out.
Julian Fiasco (voiceover):
“Victor Holland’s got redemption on his mind… but ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino won’t make it easy. That main event’s going to be a war, folks.”
Jeremiah Sloan (voiceover):
“Holland’s chasing glory again, but one wrong step against a guy like Domino, and it could all fall apart.”
Main Event Singles Match
‘The Bully’ Danny Domino vs. Victor Holland
Ringside
Danny Domino stands tall in the center of the ring, breathing heavily after a hard-fought victory. The crowd is a mixture of boos and scattered cheers, clearly divided on the heel’s win.
Domino grabs a microphone, his eyes scanning the arena with a cocky smirk.
Danny Domino:
“Did you see that? Nobody, and I mean nobody, can stop the Bully! I’m on a path to the top, and there’s no one—no one—who’s going to get in my way!”
The crowd boos louder, but Domino just soaks it in, enjoying every moment.
Suddenly, the camera cuts to the commentary table where ‘Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez is watching with a cold, focused glare. Domino’s smirk turns into a sneer.
Domino leaves the mic in the ring and strides toward the commentary area, stepping right up to Vasquez. The two are nose to nose, exchanging heated words.
Danny Domino (harsh whisper):
“You think you’ve got what it takes, Vasquez? You’re all style, no guts. At Roll the Dice, I’ll expose you for the fraud you are.”
Carlos Vasquez (matching his intensity):
“Keep dreaming, Domino. When I’m standing tall, you’ll be nothing but a footnote. Get ready to eat those words.”
They glare at each other fiercely, tension crackling in the air as the crowd roars in the background.
The camera zooms in tight on their faces as the screen fades to black.
[END OF SHOW]
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