sVo Showdown 233
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 20th July 2025
[COLD OPEN: HIGHLIGHT VIDEO PACKAGE]
Dramatic orchestral music underscores a slickly edited highlight reel.
🎞️ Slow motion flashes of the neon-lit Las Vegas Strip… The iconic Welcome to Las Vegas sign… Fans filing into the Goodfellas Casino Arena with signs held high and excitement on their faces…
🎙️ Julian Fiasco (voiceover):
“Welcome to the city that never sleeps… and never stops fighting!”
🎞️ Black-and-white highlights of sVo legends —
Mike Best dropping opponents with elbows…
Night in his signature stance…
Psyko Stevo flying off the top rope…
Roscoe Shame planting a foe with a powerbomb…
Johnny All Star with a championship held high…
Jay Wildman, Cody Williams, and Nathan Paradine in hard-hitting exchanges from the sVo vault…
🎞️ Color slowly floods the screen as we transition to modern-day heroes and villains —
Anthony Moretti barking orders to Blood Money…
Carlos Vasquez lighting a cigar, smirking at the camera…
Danny Domino staring down the lens with malice…
Alex Sterling posing arrogantly with the Las Vegas Championship…
Victor Holland throwing bombs in the ring…
And finally—
Kenneth D Williams, the sVo Champion, standing tall with the gold on his shoulder, soaking in the crowd’s adoration.
🔥 A beat drop transitions us into the jam-packed Goodfellas Casino Arena as pyros explode across the stage.
[CUT TO COMMENTARY – RINGSIDE]
🎙️ Julian Fiasco:
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Showdown 233, and you are watching it live on the Sanctioned Violence Network from the heart of Las Vegas, Nevada! I’m Julian Fiasco, joined as always by my partner-in-violence, Jeremiah Sloan!”
🎙️ Jeremiah Sloan:
“We are just six weeks away from Roll the Dice 2025, and tensions are already boiling over! After the fallout of the Jackpot PPV, the stakes are only getting higher here in Sin City!”
🎙️ Fiasco:
“Last week we saw Joe Barone make his intentions very clear — he’s coming for the sVo Championship. And tonight, the champion himself, Kenneth D Williams, is in non-title action against the unpredictable ‘Python’ Noah Rogan!”
🎙️ Sloan:
“Plus! A massive tag team clash when the cocky International Tag Team Champions Sin City Scoundrels square off with the always scrappy Malones in a non-title match! Can the Malones shake up the rankings tonight?”
🎙️ Fiasco:
“And let’s not forget, a man who’s been making noise week after week — ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez — goes one-on-one with Scott Washington, one half of the brutal Enforcers, in what could be a straight-up brawl!”
🎙️ Sloan:
“From the championship scenes to deep personal grudges, everyone is looking to punch their ticket to the top before Roll the Dice!”
🎙️ Fiasco:
“Buckle up, folks — this is Showdown 233… and it starts right now!”
Let the violence begin.
Ringside
[Scene opens with dramatic spotlight and theme music as the Las Vegas Champion, “The LA Luminary” ALEX STERLING, struts down the ramp in designer shades, his title gleaming on his shoulder.]
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
Here he is, the self-proclaimed King of Las Vegas himself—Alex Sterling!
Jeremiah Sloan:
Still Las Vegas Champion after ‘Jackpot’—but he’s been dodging Jason Martel like a valet dodging parking tickets.
[Sterling enters the ring with a microphone, soaking in the mix of boos and jeers from the Vegas faithful.]
Alex Sterling:
(smirking)
Let’s get one thing straight right now, Vegas—this city doesn’t belong to you. It doesn’t belong to these internet dweebs backstage. It belongs… to me.
(He pats the Las Vegas Championship.)
Now I’ve been hearing this sob story all week—“Oh Alex, Jason Martel saved Marty Murdoch! He’s a hero!” (mocking voice)
Please.
He’s not a hero—he’s just another wannabe looking to ride the coattails of greatness. And after he got lucky in a few matches, now he thinks he can just ask for a shot at my championship?
(He lowers the mic, letting the crowd boo loudly before lifting it again.)
Well, last week, our brilliant COO Amy Page offered a little… opportunity.
Jason, if you can find a partner—and I mean a real one—you get a shot at me. All you have to do… is beat me… and my partner… tonight.
So what do you say, Martel? You got the guts? Or are you just another Vegas disappointment?
[The crowd pops huge as JASON MARTEL makes his entrance, fired up and nodding to the crowd. He’s in ring gear, mic in hand.]
Jason Martel:
Alex, you can run your mouth all you want, but this crowd knows who I am. I earned their respect, and whether you like it or not—I’m not backing down.
You want a tag match? You got it. I’ll find a partner. And when I do—we’re going to punch your Hollywood ticket straight out of town.
(Crowd cheers loudly)
Alex Sterling:
(Laughing smugly)
Oh, Jason… that’s adorable. But I’ve been ready.
You want to know who my partner is? Someone who doesn’t lose. Someone who doesn’t beg for approval. Someone who… unlike you… actually matters in this company.
Ladies and gentlemen… allow me to introduce my tag team partner for tonight—
“THE PROBLEM SOLVER”… JOE BARONE!
[The lights dim and a low, ominous beat hits as JOE BARONE steps onto the stage in a tailored suit, cracking his neck and scowling at Martel. The crowd erupts with boos.]
Julian Fiasco:
Oh no…
Jeremiah Sloan:
That’s the #1 contender to the sVo Championship! That’s Barone!
[Barone joins Sterling at the top of the ramp, both men standing tall as Martel stares them down from inside the ring, defiant.]
Julian Fiasco:
Martel needs to find a partner—and fast. Tonight’s going to be a war.
[The camera lingers on the intense staredown as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
[Fade to black.]
Singles Match
Carlos Vasquez vs. Scott Washington
Backstage
The camera cuts to the backstage area where ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino stands in front of a monitor, arms crossed, watching footage of Carlos Vasquez celebrating his hard-fought victory over the powerhouse Enforcer, Scott Washington. The sweat still glistens on Vasquez as he throws his arms up in triumph on the screen. A nearby crew member glances at Domino, sensing the tension.
Danny Domino (scoffs, shaking his head):
“That’s what passes for impressive now? A couple of flashy moves and somehow you’re the king of the world?”
Domino leans in closer to the screen, staring at Vasquez with disdain.
Danny Domino:
*“You ain’t special, Carlos. All style… still no substance.”
(beat)
“Next time, try doing that against someone who hits back harder than a security guard in a tracksuit.”
He turns away from the monitor and storms off down the corridor, the camera holding for a beat on the screen as Vasquez continues to celebrate, the tension between the two stars clearly escalating.
[Fade to black.]
Backstage
The camera cuts to The Malones — Money Malone and Frankie Malone — lacing their boots and taping their wrists in a quiet corner of the locker room. The two seasoned brawlers nod at each other with focus and intensity, preparing for the tag team clash later tonight.
MONEY MALONE:
(grinning)
“Let’s give these punks a reminder what old school looks like, Frankie.”
FRANKIE MALONE:
“You already know, brother. Tonight ain’t about flash. It’s about fists.”
Suddenly, the mood changes as the camera pans to reveal the International Tag Team Champions — The Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton — casually strolling into frame. Both are dressed in designer jackets, title belts slung over their shoulders, smug grins across their faces.
MICHAEL SEXTON:
(mocking)
“Well, well, well… look what we’ve got here. Vegas’ most overrated throwbacks still pretending it’s 1985.”
LUCAS SEXTON:
(laughs)
“You guys still warming up like that? Might want to save your strength… you’re gonna need every ounce just to survive out there.”
FRANKIE MALONE:
(standing up)
“You boys wanna run your mouths? Run ’em in the ring.”
MONEY MALONE:
“Last time we checked, respect ain’t handed out in this business. You earn it. And the only thing y’all earned is a beatdown.”
Michael Sexton scoffs and steps forward, closing the distance.
MICHAEL SEXTON:
“Respect? Please. We’re the present. You two? You’re a nostalgia act waiting for a retirement match.”
Suddenly, Frankie Malone shoves Lucas Sexton in the chest! Lucas stumbles back as officials and referees rush in to separate the two teams, creating a chaotic scene.
LUCAS SEXTON:
(yelling over the noise)
“This is your last shot, you hear me?! After tonight, you’re done!”
FRANKIE MALONE:
(being held back)
“You’re damn right this is our shot — and we’re not missing it!”
As security pulls them apart, the crowd roars from the arena beyond, the tension building for tonight’s tag team collision.
[FADE OUT.]
Ringside
The arena lights dim as “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams’ theme hits, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Kenneth strides confidently down the ramp, championship gleaming over his shoulder. He steps into the ring, soaking in the ovation, and grabs a microphone.
Kenneth D Williams:
“You know, last week, Joe Barone tried to get inside my head. Tried to play those mind games, act like he’s the future of this company. Well, let me tell you something—he’s not intimidating me. Not one bit.”
The crowd cheers loudly, chanting “Kenneth! Kenneth!”
Kenneth:
“I’m the sVo Champion. A fighting champion. I don’t back down. I don’t run from challenges. Tonight, I’m stepping back into this ring against ‘Python’ Noah Rogan, and I promise you, Joe Barone… you’re going to see exactly what a real champion is made of.”
He raises the title high, the crowd roaring approval.
Kenneth:
“This belt means everything to me, and I’m going to prove tonight why I’m still the best in this business.”
He drops the mic as his music hits again, the crowd buzzing with excitement, ready for the showdown ahead.
Non-Title Tag Team Match
The Malones vs. Sin City Scoundrels
Backstage
We fade into a bustling backstage area. Jason Martel, clad in his ring gear and looking determined, walks down a hallway. He’s clearly on a mission. First, he approaches CJ Dreamer, who is lacing up his boots on a bench.
Jason Martel:
“CJ — you got a minute?”
CJ Dreamer:
“Yeah, what’s up?”
Jason Martel:
“I’m booked in the main event tonight against Alex Sterling in a tag team match… but I need a partner. You in?”
CJ Dreamer:
(Sighs) “Man, I’d love to, but I’ve already got a match lined up. Got some unfinished business. Sorry, bro.”
Jason Martel:
“No worries. Good luck out there.”
Martel moves on. He turns a corner and spots Dylan MacLeod warming up against a wall.
Jason Martel:
“Dylan! You free tonight?”
Dylan MacLeod:
(Shrugs) “Not tonight. Sorry, Jason.”
Jason Martel:
“Understood. Go get him.”
Jason sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly running low on options. Just then, he turns the corner and almost bumps into Victor Holland, who is dressed in street clothes, looking intense but distracted.
Jason Martel:
“Victor… Hey. Listen, I know you’ve had a rough few weeks, and I wouldn’t ask if I had options, but I need someone I can count on tonight. Alex Sterling’s hiding behind Amy Page and Joe Barone — I can’t take both of them alone. I saw what you did to Moretti at Jackpot. I know you don’t like bullies either.”
Victor pauses, sizing Jason up for a moment.
Victor Holland:
“You want me to step up against Sterling and Barone?”
Jason Martel:
“That’s right.”
Victor nods slowly. His eyes harden.
Victor Holland:
“Alright. I’m in. I may not be in the title picture anymore, but I’ve still got a fight in me. And yeah — I hate bullies.”
Jason cracks a small smile and extends his hand. Victor shakes it.
Jason Martel:
“Let’s remind them who they’re messing with.”
Victor Holland:
“Let’s make it a main event they don’t forget.”
The two men head off down the hallway together as the camera fades to black.
Backstage
Scene opens backstage at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The ever-professional Katie Smith stands by with sVo COO Amy Page, who is dressed in a sleek power suit, standing confidently with a subtle smirk. The Enforcers – Scott Washington and Rick Reid – are visible in the background, arms crossed, silently watching.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with sVo Chief Operating Officer, Amy Page. Amy, earlier tonight it was announced that Joe Barone and Las Vegas Champion Alex Sterling will team up next week. Many fans are curious — why pair the sVo’s top contender with the Las Vegas Champion?”
Amy Page:
(smirks)
“Curious, huh? Let me spell it out for you, Katie — it’s good for business. You take the man who just won the Jackpot Rumble and put him alongside the man who has made Las Vegas his personal stage… you create something special. You create a force that defines prestige, dominance, and star power.”
She pauses, turning slightly toward the camera.
Amy Page (cont.):
“Joe Barone is the future sVo Champion, and Alex Sterling is the present face of Las Vegas. Separately, they’re dangerous. Together? They’re untouchable. That’s the kind of image I want representing my brand.”
Katie Smith:
“Some critics might say you’re stacking the deck in your favour—”
Amy Page:
(cuts her off, sharply)
“And critics don’t run a billion-dollar wrestling company, Katie. I do. And I know what makes this place thrive — power, presence, and perfection. Sterling and Barone represent all three. That’s what I want the world to see when they tune in to the Sanctioned Violence Network.”
Amy flashes a final icy smile before walking off, with the Enforcers following behind her.
Katie Smith:
(to camera)
“There you have it — a bold move from Amy Page, and it’s clear she’s not shy about shaping the future of sVo on her terms.”
Fade out.
Tag Team Match
CJ Dreamer & Ricky Johnson vs. local talent
Backstage
The camera cuts to the sVo weight room. “The Bully” Danny Domino is furiously lifting weights, sweat pouring down his face, his jaw clenched. The metallic clank of the barbell echoes through the room as he finishes a brutal set. He tosses the bar down and glares at the camera.
DANNY DOMINO:
“You call that a win?”
(He snorts with contempt.)
“Carlos Vasquez beat Scott Washington tonight? Please. That wasn’t a victory… that was a fluke. That was luck, smoke and mirrors — not the kind of win that earns you respect in this business.”
Domino picks up a towel, wipes his face, and stares directly into the lens.
DANNY DOMINO:
“You keep running your mouth, Carlos — all flash, no fight. You’re ducking me. Hiding behind sunglasses, fancy suits, and that South Beach swagger. You want to be taken seriously? Then show up next week. Face me, man to man. No excuses. No running.”
He steps closer to the camera, his tone growing colder.
DANNY DOMINO:
“Next week, Vasquez… I’m gonna show you the difference between charisma and carnage. Let’s see if the ‘Miami Maverick’ can survive a fight with a real bully.”
Domino stares into the camera with fire in his eyes, then shoves it away roughly as the scene fades to black.
Backstage
The Southern Boys—Dan Williams and Dave Miller—are clapping and cheering in front of a monitor, their manager Haley Dallas standing between them with a proud smile. On-screen, The Malones celebrate their hard-fought victory over the Sin City Scoundrels.
Dan Williams:
“Now that’s how it’s done! Nothin’ fancy, just grit and guts.”
Dave Miller:
“The Malones brought it tonight. That’s what tag team wrestling’s all about.”
Haley Dallas (nodding):
“It’s good to see honest, hardworking teams getting the wins they deserve. Feels like things are finally swinging back toward real wrestling.”
Just then, the mood shifts. The camera pans to the right as The Enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, emerge from the shadows of the hallway. They walk slowly past the Southern Boys, both wearing stern, unreadable expressions. They don’t say a word—just lock eyes with the champions.
The Southern Boys stand their ground, staring right back. Haley Dallas steps slightly forward, clearly protective, but says nothing. The tension is thick as Washington and Reid pass, disappearing around the corner.
Dave Miller (low voice):
“Looks like we’ve got company…”
Dan Williams:
“Yeah. And they don’t look like they’re here to talk.”
Haley Dallas:
“Let ’em stare. If they want a fight, they’ll get one. We don’t back down.”
The segment ends with the Southern Boys nodding in unison, the intensity in the air unmistakable as the champions prepare for whatever’s coming next.
Singles Match
Kenneth D Williams vs. ‘Python’ Noah Rogan
Backstage
The camera cuts to a backstage corridor where Joe Barone, the towering and stone-faced #1 Contender to the sVo Championship, is standing with the ever-smug Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling. Both men are in gear, moments away from their scheduled tag team match. Sterling is admiring himself in a handheld mirror, adjusting his hair under the fluorescent lights.
Joe Barone:
(Firm, no-nonsense)
Tonight’s not about spotlight or selfies, Sterling. It’s about sending a message. You follow my lead out there — no grandstanding, no drama. Just business.
Alex Sterling:
(Scoffs, still focused on his reflection)
Business? Joe, I’m the Las Vegas Champion. I am the drama. You don’t get ratings by scowling at cameras and throwing your weight around. You get them by shining like Hollywood gold.
Joe Barone:
(Takes a step forward, invading Sterling’s space)
Let me make this clear — you step outta line, start making this about your little “Luminary” act, and you will have a problem. You may be a champion, but I’m not some rookie you can ignore.
Sterling lowers the mirror slowly, now sensing the tension. He sizes up Barone, clearly not intimidated, but aware that pushing further could backfire.
Alex Sterling:
(Calmly, with a smug grin)
Relax, Joe. I get it. You’re trying to act like the boss now that Moretti’s out of the picture. Just don’t forget who people actually pay to see.
Barone glares for a long beat, before turning and walking off toward the gorilla position.
Joe Barone:
(Over his shoulder)
Just remember what happens when someone gets in my way.
Sterling watches Barone go, still smirking — but there’s a flicker of concern behind his eyes. The alliance between them may be convenient… but it’s anything but stable.
Cut to commercial.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage where Jason Martel and Victor Holland are standing side by side, moments before their big tag team main event. The energy is electric as both men lace their boots and slap their wrists with intensity. The fans watching on the Sanctioned Violence Network can feel the adrenaline pumping.
Jason Martel:
(pacing slightly, hyped up)
“Tonight’s not about titles. It’s not about the spotlight. It’s about shutting up two of the biggest egos in this company.”
Victor Holland:
(nods, fists clenched)
“Exactly. Sterling walks around like he owns Vegas. Barone thinks he can bully anyone who stands in his way. But tonight, they’re standing across from two guys who aren’t scared of their reputations.”
Jason Martel:
(smirks, claps a hand on Victor’s shoulder)
“Barone’s about to find out what happens when he tries to push someone who doesn’t back down. And as for Alex Sterling—well, Hollywood’s about to get humbled.”
Victor Holland:
(with quiet intensity)
“I’ve been climbing this mountain for months. Tonight, we shut their mouths… and remind everyone what real competition looks like.”
They bump fists, both fired up and ready for battle. The crowd can be heard roaring faintly from the arena as the two turn and head toward the curtain.
[Fade Out]
Main Event Tag Team Match
Alex Sterling & Joe Barone vs. Jason Martel & Victor Holland
Ringside
The arena is electric as Jason Martel stands tall in the ring, clutching the victory after pinning Las Vegas Champion Alex Sterling. Martel holds an imaginary championship belt around his waist, signaling his clear intent to claim the real one soon.
From the entrance ramp, Joe Barone appears, eyes locked fiercely on Sterling. Barone’s glare is full of fury, clearly disgusted by Sterling’s loss tonight. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as the tension between the three men hangs thick in the air, setting the stage for what’s to come.
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