sVo Showdown 235
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 3rd August 2025
The show opens with a high-energy, fast-paced intro video. Quick cuts of the Las Vegas strip at night, vibrant neon signs, and the iconic “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign flash on screen. The camera pans over the excited, cheering crowd packed into the Goodfellas Casino Arena, their faces illuminated by the bright stage lights.
Music: An adrenaline-pumping, hard rock track with a heavy drum beat and electric guitar riff plays over the montage.
Video Package: A highlight reel begins, showcasing the legends of the sVo.
- Mike Best: A shot of him hoisting the sVo Championship high above his head, the crowd roaring.
- Night: A slow-motion clip of his signature finishing move.
- Psyko Stevo: Him leaping from the top rope, a look of pure chaos on his face.
- Roscoe Shame: A dramatic shot of him covered in blood, an intense expression of defiance.
- Johnny All Star: Posing with a confident smirk, the sVo Championship belts slung over his shoulders.
- Jay Wildman: A quick cut of him celebrating a victory with his iconic war cry.
- Cody Williams: Hitting his opponent with a devastating superkick.
- Nathan Paradine: Standing tall after a successful title defense, looking every bit the champion.
The video then transitions to the present, focusing on the current stars.
- Anthony Moretti: The leader of Blood Money, flanked by his associates, staring down the camera with an arrogant sneer.
- Carlos Vasquez: Striking his pose, the sVo Championship glinting under the lights.
- Danny Domino: Standing in the center of the ring, his face a mask of determination.
- Alex Sterling: The “Real Deal” flexing his muscular physique, oozing confidence.
- Victor Holland: The charismatic face of the company, connecting with the fans, a look of pure joy on his face.
The final shot of the video shows a graphic for sVo Roll the Dice 2025, with the date August 31st prominently displayed. The music swells to a crescendo before fading out.
Scene: The camera cuts live to the commentary table, located ringside.
Julian Fiasco: (Smiling, full of energy) “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Goodfellas Casino Arena! We are live here in Las Vegas, Nevada, for sVo Showdown 235! I’m Julian Fiasco, alongside my broadcast partner, Jeremiah Sloan, and we’ve got a night of incredible action in store for you!”
Jeremiah Sloan: (A more serious, intense demeanor) “That’s right, Julian. Tonight is the final stop on the road to sVo Roll the Dice 2025! The stakes couldn’t be higher, and every single competitor in this arena tonight is looking to gain momentum heading into our biggest show of the summer!”
Julian Fiasco: “And speaking of high stakes, we’ve got a huge Main Event tonight! The sVo Champion, the ‘Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams, is in action against the COO’s enforcer, the ‘O Town Outlaw’ Scott Washington! With the COO, Amy Page, watching closely from her office, you know this one is going to be explosive!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “It’s a definite powder keg, Julian. And that’s not all! We’ve got two huge matchups tonight featuring the vile faction known as Blood Money. We’ll see ‘the Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood go head-to-head with Nicky Columbo, and in a hometown hero’s dream come true, ‘High Stakes Hero’ Jason Martel will face off against Junior Gambino!”
Julian Fiasco: “Plus, we’ve got the fan favourite Victor Holland in singles action against the devious ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia! And kicking things off, we’ve got a tag team throwdown between Generation Joint and the team of CJ Dreamer and Ricky Johnson! What an absolutely stacked card we have for you all tonight!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “And you can feel the tension building in the arena. Every one of these matches has a direct impact on who will be challenging for championships at sVo Roll the Dice 2025. There’s no such thing as an easy night in the sVo, and tonight will prove that more than ever!”
Julian Fiasco: “He’s not wrong! But enough talk! Let’s get down to the action!”
Ringside
The crowd is buzzing as the familiar, high-energy salsa music of ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez hits the speakers. He storms out from the back, a furious look on his face, and makes a beeline for the ring. He’s not carrying his usual “MAVERICK” towel, and he’s not waving to the fans. He slides into the ring, grabs a microphone, and starts pacing aggressively.
Carlos Vasquez: (Shouting into the mic, with a heavy Cuban accent, like Tony Montana) “Hey, chico! Last week, I show you what a true champion looks like! I have you beat, you know this! But you, you little bully, you gotta cheat! You gotta use the low blow like a little coward! You think you are tough, huh? You think you are the big man? No! You are nothing! You are a piece of dirt under my expensive shoe!”
The crowd jeers and boos loudly as he continues his rant.
Carlos Vasquez: (Pacing and gesticulating wildly) “I’m not gonna wait for you to come out here, you coward! I’m calling you out, right now! I want a piece of you! I want to break your face! Come on, Bully! Come out here and face me like a man! Unless you are afraid of the Miami Maverick, huh? You a little chicken? Is that it?”
Suddenly, the familiar music of sVo COO Amy Page plays, and she walks out onto the stage, a microphone in hand. She has a stern, no-nonsense look on her face.
Amy Page: (Speaking with authority) “Carlos! Calm down! I’m not going to have you coming out here, causing a scene, and brawling with other talent. Not on my show, not in my arena. This is the Sanctioned Violence Organisation, not a street fight.”
Carlos stops pacing and glares at her.
Carlos Vasquez: “Amy! You don’t understand, this guy, he is a cockroach! He cheatin’! He need to be taught a lesson!”
Amy Page: “He will be taught a lesson, Carlos. But it will be on my terms. This is a professional wrestling company, and we settle our differences in the ring, in a sanctioned match. So if you want to get your hands on ‘The Bully,’ you’re going to have to wait.”
She pauses for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Amy Page: “I’ve been thinking about what’s best for business. And I know the fans want to see you two tear each other apart. So, at our next big event, ‘Roll the Dice,’ I am making it official! It will be ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez one-on-one with ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino!”
The crowd erupts with cheers. Carlos Vasquez nods in approval, a slight smirk appearing on his face.
Amy Page: “But… to make sure this rivalry doesn’t spill out into the streets, to make sure you two don’t cause me any more trouble between now and then, I’m making a new rule. Effective immediately, if Carlos Vasquez is scheduled to be in the building, Danny Domino is banned. And if Danny Domino is scheduled to be in the building, Carlos Vasquez is banned. You two will not be in the same place at the same time until the ‘Roll the Dice’ pay-per-view!”
Suddenly, the titantron screen flickers to life, showing Danny Domino sitting in a plush leather chair in one of the Goodfellas Casino’s luxury boxes, holding a glass of champagne. He has a smug, arrogant grin on his face.
Danny Domino: (Holding up his glass in a mock toast) “Cheers to that, Amy! You see, Carlos, she knows who the real star is. She’s protecting me from you, you little peasant! You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can call me a cockroach? I’m living it up in the VIP section, and you’re down there in the dirt where you belong.”
Carlos Vasquez turns to face the screen, his face a mask of rage. He screams into the mic.
Carlos Vasquez: “You are a dead man, Bully! Dead man! At ‘Roll the Dice,’ I’m gonna show you what sanctioned violence really means!”
Danny Domino just laughs, takes a sip of his champagne, and waves goodbye as the screen goes black. Carlos is left fuming in the ring, yelling at the now-empty screen. The commentators, Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco, begin to discuss the new match.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Well, there you have it, folks! It’s official! Carlos Vasquez versus Danny Domino at ‘Roll the Dice’!” 1
Julian Fiasco: “And a good move by Amy Page! Keep those two apart so they don’t do something stupid before the big match! Smart business!”
Tag Team Match
Generation Joint vs. CJ Dreamer & Ricky Johnson
Backstage
The scene opens in the backstage interview area. The sVo’s lead interviewer, Katie Smith, stands in front of a neutral backdrop, holding a microphone. Smith has worked for a number of different wrestling promotions including DW & the oWo. She is known for chasing the big scoops but being tough and fair with her questioning.
Katie Smith: “Welcome back to the backstage area, where I’m joined by the sVo Tag Team Champions, The Southern Boys, Dan Williams and Dave Miller, and their manager, the one and only Texas Cowgirl, Haley Dallas. Guys, last week, we saw The Enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, earn a victory, but it wasn’t without controversy. What’s your take on their actions?”
The camera focuses on Dan Williams, who is holding one of the sVo Tag Team Championship belts over his shoulder. He looks unimpressed.
Dan Williams: (Speaking with a slow, deliberate Southern drawl) “Katie, what’s my take? My take is that it was a disgrace. These two fellas, they’re supposed to be ‘The Enforcers,’ but all I saw was a pair of bullies. They took a cheap shot, a low-down tactic, and then they had the audacity to call out the champions. That’s not how we do things in the sVo. That’s not how we do things where I come from.”
Dave Miller, holding the other championship belt, steps forward. He’s a bit more fiery than his partner.
Dave Miller: (Leaning into the microphone, his voice full of indignation) “Look, we’re The Southern Boys. We fight with honor, we fight with integrity. We’re the champions because we’re the best, not because we cheat and take shortcuts. What those two thugs did last week, that was a slap in the face to every tag team in the sVo, and a slap in the face to this company as a whole. They think they can come in here, push people around, and demand a title shot? Not on our watch!”
Haley Dallas, dressed in her signature cowgirl attire, steps between her two charges, taking the microphone from Katie Smith. She has a determined look in her eye.
Haley Dallas: (Her Texas accent is thick and commanding) “Let me tell you something, Katie. Those two boys, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, they are nothing but Amy Page’s personal goons. They represent everything we stand against. They’re all about power, control, and cheating to get what they want. They’re a stain on the sVo Tag Team Division, and it’s our job, as champions, to wipe that stain away.”
She hands the microphone back to Katie, then puts her hands on her hips, looking directly into the camera.
Haley Dallas: “So, to those two Enforcers, I have a message for you. You challenged The Southern Boys for the titles at ‘Roll the Dice’? Well, your challenge is accepted. You want to fight for those belts? You’re going to have to go through us. You’re going to have to go through the Southern Boys, the real champions. And at ‘Roll the Dice,’ we’re not just fighting to keep these belts. We’re fighting for the honor of the sVo Tag Team Division. We’re fighting for every team that’s ever been disrespected by Amy Page and her hired thugs. We’re going to show you what sanctioned violence truly looks like, and it ain’t no cheap shot.”
Dan Williams and Dave Miller nod in agreement, their faces serious and resolute.
Katie Smith: “There you have it. The challenge has been accepted. It will be The Southern Boys versus The Enforcers at ‘Roll the Dice’! Back to you at the commentary table.”
Backstage
The scene opens in a dimly lit hallway backstage. ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch is walking alone, looking down and dejected after a recent loss. He’s carrying a small gym bag over his shoulder. As he turns a corner, he’s suddenly pushed against the wall by ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. Sterling, dressed in a stylish suit with his Las Vegas Championship belt slung over his shoulder1, gets right in Murdoch’s face.
Alex Sterling: (His voice is a low, menacing growl) “Where do you think you’re going, Marty? You think you can just walk around here like you belong? You’re a joke. A scrappy little joke.”
Murdoch tries to push Sterling away, but Sterling shoves him back harder against the wall, making sure the championship belt clinks against the wall for emphasis.
Marty Murdoch: “Let go of me, Sterling! I don’t want any trouble.”
Alex Sterling: “You don’t want trouble? Oh, that’s cute. You think I care what you want? This is my world, kid. My red carpet. And you’re just a glorified extra. A nobody.”
Sterling leans in closer, his eyes narrowed.
Alex Sterling: “I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you looking at my ring. Looking at my championship. You get any ideas in that little head of yours, and I’ll make sure you regret it. Jason Martel isn’t always going to be here to save you, you little rat. He can’t save you every time.”
He pulls back and smirks, adjusting the collar of his jacket.
Alex Sterling: “So here’s a little Hollywood advice for you, kid. Stay in your lane. Stay out of my business. Because if I ever see you near my ring again, if you even think about getting a shot at my title, I won’t just beat you. I’ll end your career. Do you understand me? You’ll be nothing but a forgotten film reel. Now, get out of my sight.”
Sterling shoves Murdoch one last time, sending him stumbling back. Murdoch regains his balance, glaring at Sterling with a mix of fear and anger. Sterling just laughs, gives a dismissive wave, and walks away, the Las Vegas Championship glinting under the lights. The camera stays on Murdoch for a moment, showing his frustration and humiliation, before fading to black.
Singles Match
Jason Martel vs. Junior Gambino
Backstage
The scene opens in the plush, modern office of sVo COO Amy Page. The door bursts open, and in storms The Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton. They are both visibly upset, and their International Heavyweight Tag Team Championship belts are slung haphazardly over their shoulders. Amy Page is sitting at her large desk, not even looking up from the tablet she is holding.
Michael Sexton: (Throwing his hands up in frustration) “Amy! Amy, you’re not going to believe this! You can’t be serious with this match!”
Amy Page slowly looks up, her expression a mixture of annoyance and boredom.
Amy Page: “What are you two whining about now? I’m busy. I’m trying to make sure this company is the most watched wrestling promotion in the world. What’s the problem?”
Lucas Sexton: “The problem is The Malones! You’ve gone and put us in a title match against The Malones at ‘Roll the Dice’!”
Michael Sexton: “They’re a couple of flukes! A couple of nobodies! They got lucky last week, and now they think they deserve a title shot? It’s a joke!”
Amy Page puts her tablet down on the desk, her expression hardening. She stands up and walks around the desk, leaning against the front of it and looking directly at the Scoundrels.
Amy Page: “A fluke win? That’s what you’re calling it? Well, I call it a ratings opportunity. They beat you last week. That’s a fact. And now, the fans want to see if they can do it again. The fans want to see if The Malones are for real, or if you two can prove it was just luck. And frankly, so do I.”
Lucas Sexton: “But Amy, we’re the champions! We’re the best tag team in this company! We shouldn’t have to defend our titles against a couple of lucky jabronis.”
Amy Page: (Her voice becomes sharp and cold) “Listen to me, you two. I don’t care what you think you should or shouldn’t have to do. You are the champions. Champions are supposed to draw ratings, not complain. Champions are supposed to prove they are the best, every single time they step into that ring. So at ‘Roll the Dice,’ I expect you to prove it.”
She gets right in their faces, her voice a low and menacing whisper.
Amy Page: “I expect you to destroy them. I expect you to make a statement. I expect you to show everyone in the sVo that your loss last week was the biggest fluke in this company’s history. And if you don’t… well, I can always find another tag team to be my International Heavyweight Tag Team Champions. Do you understand?”
The Scoundrels look at each other, their bravado gone. They slowly nod, clutching their belts tightly.
Michael Sexton: “Yeah, we understand. We’ll show them. We’ll show everyone.”
Amy Page: “Good. Now get out of my office. I have a show to run.”
The Scoundrels turn and leave the office, defeated. As the door closes behind them, Amy Page smirks to herself, picks up her tablet, and sits back down at her desk.
Ringside
The crowd roars as the upbeat, urban theme music of sVo Champion ‘Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams hits the speakers. He walks out onto the stage, a determined look on his face, with the sVo Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He high-fives a few fans on his way to the ring, where he climbs the turnbuckle and raises the belt to the crowd. After a moment, he takes a microphone.
Kenneth D Williams: (His voice is calm but confident) “Last week, I heard what you had to say, Joe Barone. I heard your little threats, and I saw your little show of force. You think you can intimidate me? You think you can scare the ‘Human Highlight Reel’ with your mafia cosplay? You and your little ‘Blood Money’ crew, you’re all just playing dress-up.”
The crowd cheers in agreement. Williams walks around the ring, holding the championship belt out in front of him.
Kenneth D Williams: (More intensely now) “This right here… this isn’t a prop for your little gangster fantasy. This isn’t something you can buy or steal. This title represents excellence. It represents integrity. It represents fighting your way up from the bottom, and earning every single thing you have. This title represents everything I am, and everything I’ve fought for.”
He stops in the center of the ring, looking directly at the camera.
Kenneth D Williams: “And I will not, under any circumstances, let it be corrupted by a thug. I will not let a man like you, a man who has to hide behind others, a man who follows orders from an injured leader, take what I have worked my entire life for. You can call yourself the number one contender. You can call yourself whatever you want. But at ‘Roll the Dice,’ you’re going to find out that the ‘Human Highlight Reel’ always has a hero’s ending. I’m going to walk in as champion, and I’m walking out as champion. And you, Joe Barone, are just going to be another highlight for my reel.”
The crowd chants his name as he holds the sVo Championship belt high above his head.
Singles Match
Victor Holland vs. ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia
Backstage
The scene opens in the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is waiting with a microphone. Jake Blackwood and Dylan MacLeod walk into the shot together, both looking determined. MacLeod, who has been on a losing streak recently, stands with a renewed sense of purpose.
Katie Smith: “I’m here with two of the sVo’s brightest young stars, Jake Blackwood and Dylan MacLeod. Dylan, you’ve had a tough run of late, but you seem to have a new fire in your eye tonight. What’s changed?”
Dylan MacLeod: (Looking directly into the camera, a serious expression on his face) “Katie, you’re right. It’s been a tough run. I’ve been struggling. I’ve been losing. I’ve been trying to find my way on my own in the sVo, and it just hasn’t been working.”
He puts a hand on Jake Blackwood’s shoulder.
Dylan MacLeod: “But I’ve learned something important. This isn’t a one-man game. And that’s why I’m proud to stand here today, shoulder to shoulder with my new partner, Jake Blackwood.”
Jake Blackwood steps forward, a confident smile on his face.
Jake Blackwood: “That’s right, Katie. We’ve been talking, and we realized we’re better together. We’ve got the same drive, the same passion, and we both want to prove that we belong at the top of this company. So tonight, we’re not just two guys anymore. We are officially a tag team.”
Dylan MacLeod: “We are ready to climb the ladder, and we’re not going to let anyone stand in our way. So to any team in the back, whether you’re a couple of veterans or a couple of rookies like us, we’ve got a challenge for you.”
Jake Blackwood: “Next week, we’re putting out an open challenge. We’ll face any team that’s brave enough to step into that ring with us. Because we’re not just here to compete anymore. We’re here to dominate. We’re here to show the sVo and the world that the future of the tag team division is standing right here.”
Both men look at the camera with a unified, determined expression as the scene fades out.
Backstage
The scene opens in a sterile, white-walled room backstage. The only light comes from a flickering television monitor mounted on the wall. On the screen, a replay is showing the final moments of the Jason Martel vs. Junior Gambino match from earlier in the night. The moment Martel pins Gambino for the win is frozen on the screen.
Standing in front of the monitor is Joe Barone. His hands are clasped behind his back, and his back is to the camera. He is completely still, showing no emotion. Standing a few feet behind him, looking nervous and on edge, is Nicky Columbo.
The sound of the crowd cheering for Martel’s victory is faintly audible from the monitor, but Barone and Columbo are silent. The silence in the room is heavy and tense.
After a long, uncomfortable moment, Barone finally speaks, his voice low and calm, but with a cold edge to it. He doesn’t turn around.
Joe Barone: (Staring at the monitor) “He failed. He let us down. He let me down.”
Columbo shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes darting from Barone’s back to the monitor.
Nicky Columbo: “Joe, he did his best. Martel’s a tough guy, a real competitor.”
Joe Barone: (Cutting him off, his voice still low but with more steel in it) “His best isn’t good enough. In this business, there’s no room for failure. There’s no room for second place. You either win, or you lose. And a loss for one of us, is a loss for all of us.”
He finally turns around, his face a mask of cold fury. He looks directly at Columbo, his eyes unwavering.
Joe Barone: “You see that on the screen, Nicky? That’s what happens when you get sloppy. That’s what happens when you lose focus. Gambino got caught up in the lights, in the glamour of being in the sVo. He forgot his purpose. He forgot what we’re here for.”
Barone takes a single step closer to Columbo.
Joe Barone: “Your match is next. Don’t be like Gambino. Don’t get distracted. Don’t fail. Get ready for your match.”
Columbo gulps, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. He gives a sharp nod.
Nicky Columbo: “Yes, Joe. I’ll get ready. I won’t let you down.”
Barone simply stares at him for a moment longer, a silent challenge in his eyes, before turning back to the monitor. The scene fades to black with the image of Martel’s victory still on the screen, a silent reminder of what happens when you fail to deliver.
Singles Match
Jake Blackwood vs. Nicky Columbo
Ringside
The upbeat, Southern rock music of The Malones, Frankie and Money Malone, fills the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The cousins walk out onto the stage, waving to the fans, and make their way to the ring. They are both smiling and look genuinely happy to be there. Once in the ring, Frankie grabs a microphone as Money stands beside him, nodding to the crowd.
Frankie Malone: (Speaking with a genuine, humble tone) “You know, when we got into this business, we had a dream. A dream of standing right here, in this ring, in the sVo, and being the best tag team in the world. We’ve been here a long time. We’ve seen a lot of things. We’ve had our ups and downs. But through it all, there’s one thing that’s always been a constant for us, and that’s you, the sVo fans.”
Money Malone takes the microphone, his voice full of passion.
Money Malone: “That’s right, cousin. And for all that time, for all those years, there’s been one thing that’s always been just out of our reach. We’ve fought for it, we’ve bled for it, but we’ve never been able to hold those International Heavyweight Tag Team Championships. And now, we’ve got our chance. We’ve got our chance at ‘Roll the Dice’ against the Sin City Scoundrels.”
Frankie takes the microphone back, his expression turning more serious.
Frankie Malone: “We know what kind of men they are. We know they’re dirty. We know they’re scummy. We know they’ll do whatever it takes to keep those titles. But what they don’t know is what we’ll do to win them. This isn’t just about a championship for us. This is about everything we’ve worked for. This is about proving that two men who fight with honor can still be champions in the sVo.”
Money Malone: “So to the Sin City Scoundrels, we’ve got a message for you. At ‘Roll the Dice,’ we’re not just bringing our A-game. We’re bringing our heart. We’re bringing our soul. We’re leaving everything we have in that ring. And when the dust settles, when the final bell rings, we’re going to be the ones standing tall. We’re going to be the ones holding those titles. And we’re going to do it for all of you, the best fans in the world!”
The crowd cheers wildly as The Malones raise their hands in the air, a look of pure determination on their faces.
Backstage
The scene opens in the locker room area. Junior Gambino is sitting on a bench, head in his hands, still visibly upset from his loss to Jason Martel earlier in the night. The door swings open and Nicky Columbo walks in, shoulders slumped and a look of defeat on his face after his loss to Jake Blackwood.
Before either man can say a word, the door is slammed shut behind Columbo, and Joe Barone stands there, his face a mask of cold, unbridled fury. He is not shouting, but his voice is low and menacing, filled with a quiet rage that is far more terrifying than any yell.
Joe Barone: “Look at you two. Just… look at you. Two of the most trusted soldiers in ‘Blood Money’. Two losses. Two defeats. You are an embarrassment. You are embarrassing me. You are embarrassing the ‘Blood Money’ name.”
Gambino and Columbo both stand up, their fear evident.
Junior Gambino: “Joe, I swear, I had him. It was a fluke. He just got a lucky shot in.”
Nicky Columbo: “Same here, Joe. He just caught me with a surprise move. I wasn’t ready.”
Joe Barone: (Taking a step closer to them, his voice getting even quieter and more dangerous) “Lucky? Fluke? Those are words for losers. And we are not losers. The boss is out injured , and I am in charge now. I am the one leading this group. And I will not tolerate this kind of failure. This is the Sanctioned Violence Organisation, not a charity for pathetic excuses.”
He stares them both down, letting the silence hang heavy in the air.
Joe Barone: “Next week… you two are in a tag team match together. I don’t care who it is against. I don’t care what you have to do. You will win. You will prove that the ‘Blood Money’ name still means something in the sVo. And if you don’t… if you two walk back into this locker room next week with another loss… there will be severe consequences. Do you understand me?”
Gambino and Columbo exchange a terrified glance, then quickly nod, their faces pale.
Junior Gambino: “Yes, Joe. We understand.”
Nicky Columbo: “We won’t let you down again. We promise.”
Barone just stares at them for another long moment, his eyes filled with silent menace, before turning and walking out of the room, leaving the two terrified soldiers alone with their thoughts.
Main Event Singles Match
Kenneth D Williams vs. Scott Washington
Ringside
The bell rings, and the sVo Champion ‘Human Highlight Reel’ Kenneth D Williams has just pinned Scott Washington in a hard-fought non-title singles match. The crowd is on its feet, cheering wildly as Williams’s music plays. The referee raises Williams’s hand in victory, and the sVo Champion takes his title belt and raises it high above his head, celebrating with the fans who have been with him since he fought his way up from the bottom of the card.
Williams is soaking in the adulation, walking around the ring, slapping hands with fans at ringside. He looks tired but triumphant, a hero’s smile on his face.
Suddenly, his music fades out, replaced by a low, ominous hum. The lights in the arena dim, focusing a single spotlight on the top of the entrance ramp.
Standing there is Joe Barone, the number one contender and enforcer for ‘Blood Money’. He is dressed in a crisp suit, his expression unreadable at first. He begins to clap, slowly and deliberately, the sound echoing eerily through the now-silent arena.
Williams stops celebrating and turns to face Barone, his triumphant smile replaced by a look of intense focus and defiance. Barone begins to walk slowly down the ramp, his hands still clapping, an unnerving, almost psychopathic smile spreading across his face.
He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. The message is clear. He is watching. He is waiting. He is coming for the sVo Championship.
Barone stops at the bottom of the ramp, just outside the ring, and raises his hands in a final, slow clap, his sinister smile never leaving his face. Williams stands in the center of the ring, clutching his championship belt tightly, glaring at his future opponent. The show closes with the two men staring each other down, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
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