sVo Showdown 238
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 24th August 2025
A dramatic, sweeping shot of the Las Vegas Strip at night. The city’s dazzling lights shimmer, a beacon of spectacle and opulence. The camera slowly pans and zooms, finally focusing on the glowing marquee of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, its shimmering lights illuminating the night sky.
The music hits—a powerful, cinematic rock track that blends high-energy guitar riffs with orchestral strings.
JEREMIAH SLOAN (V.O.) “Welcome to the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena, deep in the heart of Las Vegas, Nevada! The Sanctioned Violence Organization is LIVE on the Sanctioned Violence Network with Showdown 238, and the air is absolutely electric! Tonight, the road to sVo Roll the Dice concludes!”
The screen transitions to a fast-paced highlight reel. Quick cuts showcase the rich history of the sVo. We see clips of past champions like Mike Best, Psyko Stevo, and Jay Wildman holding the sVo Championship. The images flash by, showing moments of triumph and defeat.
The focus shifts to the present. The music intensifies. We see the arrogant swagger of ‘The Prince of Brooklyn’ Anthony Moretti and the brutal, crowd-hated antics of Danny Domino. We see ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling posing with his Las Vegas Championship, a smug look on his face. Then, the charismatic high-flyer Carlos Vasquez is shown, soaring through the air. We see the youthful fire of Victor Holland, connecting with the fans.
Finally, a menacing shot of Joe Barone, his stone-cold face unwavering as the camera zooms in on the ‘Blood Money’ tattoo on his arm. We then cut to the reigning sVo Champion, Kenneth D Williams, as he looks determined, his eyes fixed on a distant point.
The footage ends and we return to a live shot of the commentary table. The camera shows Jeremiah Sloan, dressed in a sharp suit, and the former sVo star Julian Fiasco. The crowd behind them is roaring, with signs held high.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Jeremiah Sloan alongside Julian Fiasco, and fellas, what a night this is going to be! Just one week away from sVo Roll the Dice, and we have the final tune-ups before the biggest night on the calendar. ”
JULIAN FIASCO “That’s right, J-Sloan, and tonight is all about momentum. We have the main event set for the pay-per-view: my old associate Joe Barone challenging Kenneth D Williams for the sVo Championship. The Human Highlight Reel has a lot to prove tonight, because Barone is not a man you take lightly. ”
JEREMIAH SLOAN “You’re telling me! But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We have an absolutely stacked card tonight. We’ll see a match that could steal the show when Victor Holland, ‘The Rising Star,’ takes on the cold, calculating ‘Python’ Noah Rogan! ”
JULIAN FIASCO “That one is all about speed versus suffocation. Holland’s a firecracker , but Rogan will just squeeze the life out of him. And speaking of fireworks, we’ll see ‘The Malones’ take on the men who betrayed their own — Generation Joint. ”
JEREMIAH SLOAN “That’s right! Frankie and ‘Money’ Malone against Jacob Izaz and his mentor, Jay Adder. That rivalry has been boiling over for weeks, and tonight, it’s going to come to a head. But the match I’m most interested in is our six-man tag team match. ”
JULIAN FIASCO “You got that right, big man. We’re talking about an unbelievable lineup: Jake Blackwood teaming with CJ Dreamer and his protégé Ricky Johnson! ”
JEREMIAH SLOAN “And they’re taking on a trio of heels: ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino , the disgusting ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia , and making his sVo debut, ‘The Iron Fist’ Cade Turner! ”
JULIAN FIASCO “Turner is a former MMA star and a brutal human being, J-Sloan. If those three get on the same page, our heroes are in for a long night. But we’ll see what happens… because our first match of the evening is next! ”
The camera cuts to a commercial break as the crowd continues to chant and cheer.
Video Package
(VIDEO PACKAGE BEGINS)
An ominous, low-fi, instrumental hip-hop beat begins to play, a signature sound of the Blood Money faction. A montage of Joe Barone flashes on the screen, showing his cold, ruthless demeanor as he dominates opponents.
JEREMIAH SLOAN (V.O.) “For months, the sVo has been dominated by one man’s will: ‘The Problem Solver,’ Joe Barone.”
The video shows clips of Barone, the loyal right-hand man to Anthony Moretti, in tag team action and singles matches. He’s seen using his raw strength and methodical style to wear down opponents, with no wasted motion or flash.
We see a shot of Barone standing over a fallen opponent, his hands held high as the crowd boos relentlessly. He looks at them with a cold, intimidating stare.
JULIAN FIASCO (V.O.) “Joe Barone isn’t here to be liked. He’s here to make problems disappear, and he’s been doing it with ruthless efficiency.”
The footage transitions to the most recent Jackpot Rumble. Barone is shown methodically eliminating one competitor after another, using his immense strength to toss them over the top rope. The final moments show him delivering his signature, slow, emphatic “Sleeping With the Fishes” lifting inverted DDT to his final opponent, securing his spot as the #1 Contender.
JEREMIAH SLOAN (V.O.) “With his victory, Joe Barone earned a main event title shot at sVo Roll the Dice 2025.”
The music changes to a more upbeat, energetic track, signaling the current sVo Champion, Kenneth D Williams. Clips of Williams in the ring are shown, highlighting his “Human Highlight Reel” moniker. He’s seen executing his high-impact, crowd-pleasing, high-flying moves.
JULIAN FIASCO (V.O.) “But standing in his way is a man that has shocked the world to get to the top. The ‘Human Highlight Reel’ himself, Kenneth D Williams.”
The footage shows Williams delivering his “Lights Out!” finishing move—a double knee facebreaker that sends his opponent crashing to the mat.
The music becomes a chaotic fusion of both men’s themes. We see split-screen clips of Barone’s methodical, punishing style clashing with Williams’s high-flying, risk-taking offense.
The final shot is a dramatic side-by-side of Barone and Williams, their faces set with determination. Barone’s cold, unfeeling glare contrasts sharply with the focused intensity in Williams’s eyes. A graphic appears on the screen:
sVo ROLL THE DICE 2025 KENNETH D WILLIAMS vs. JOE BARONE sVo CHAMPIONSHIP
(VIDEO PACKAGE ENDS)
Ringside
We’re live in the ring at the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where the crowd is buzzing. The camera cuts to the center of the ring, where Carlos Vasquez stands under a spotlight. He’s dressed in a sharp, Miami-themed suit, a stark contrast to his usual ring gear, and he holds a microphone with confidence. The crowd cheers loudly as he smiles, a charming, charismatic presence in the ring.
CARLOS VASQUEZ (His voice is smooth, with a hint of a Miami accent.) “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the greatest city on Earth, my city, Las Vegas!”
The crowd roars in approval.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “Now, for weeks now, I’ve had the distinct displeasure of sitting at home, watching my television, and listening to a certain… bully run his mouth. He talks about how he’s the king of this place. He talks about how he’s going to dominate. He talks about respect.”
The mention of Danny Domino draws a chorus of boos from the audience.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “Well, Danny, I got a question for you. How can you demand respect when you don’t give it? You think you’re a big bad bully, but all I see is a small-time crook trying to muscle his way to the top.”
Vasquez gestures to the audience, a wide, confident grin on his face.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “You see, in Miami, we got a saying: ‘The bigger the mouth, the smaller the man.’ And believe me, Danny boy, your mouth is so big it could swallow the entire Sunshine State.”
The crowd laughs and cheers.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “You think this is all a game? You think this is all about cheap shots and loudmouth promos? Maybe for you, it is. But for me? This is art. This is a performance. This is… an event.”
He walks around the ring, soaking in the adulation.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “And at ‘Roll the Dice,’ I’m not just going to beat you, Danny. I’m going to embarrass you. I’m going to show the entire world that there are levels to this game, and you’re not even on the same playing field.”
He stops in the center of the ring, his face turning serious, his voice dropping to a low, intense tone.
CARLOS VASQUEZ “I’m going to take all your little tricks, all your cheap shots, all your bullying… and I’m going to put them on display for the world to see, because when I’m done with you, everyone will know that the ‘Miami Maverick’ is on a level you can only dream of.”
Vasquez tosses the microphone high into the air, catches it with a flourish, and then drops it. The crowd explodes with a mix of cheers and chants as the camera pulls away, leaving him standing alone in the ring, a picture of absolute confidence.
Singles Match
Victor Holland vs. ‘Python’ Noah Rogan
We come back from the break with the commentary team of Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco at ringside. The lights in the Goodfellas Casino Arena go dark. The crowd buzzes with anticipation. A slow, sinister track begins to play, with the ominous sound of rattlesnakes hissing and deep, pounding drums.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “You can feel the shift in the atmosphere here in Vegas. The air just got a whole lot colder. It’s a sign that ‘The Python’ has arrived.”
A tall, imposing figure emerges from the back, his face obscured by the hood of a black hooded vest with a serpent design. It’s ‘Python’ Noah Rogan. He slowly stalks his way down the ramp, his hands held at his sides, his head down. He walks like a predator, a cold, calculating look on his face. The fans are already booing loudly, but he seems to enjoy it. He steps up onto the ring apron, pulling back his hood to reveal a perpetual scowl and intense eyes. He slides into the ring, his movements deliberate and unhurried.
JULIAN FIASCO “There is no rush with this man, J-Sloan. He’s a patient predator, and he’s out here to choke the life out of his opponent.”
The lights then flash and burst with energy as ‘Glory’ by The Score hits. The crowd erupts, and a massive cheer goes up for Victor Holland. The “Rising Star” runs out from the back, slapping hands with fans in the front row, his face full of passion and determination. He looks confident, energetic, and completely focused. Holland slides into the ring, bouncing on his toes, ready for action. He stands face-to-face with Rogan, who simply stares him down with a menacing glare.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Now this is a contrast in styles if I’ve ever seen one. You’ve got the methodical power and submission of Noah Rogan , against the high-flying, dynamic energy of Victor Holland.”
JULIAN FIASCO “Holland has all the talent in the world, but Rogan is just… dangerous. He’s going to target a limb and slowly dismantle the kid. Mark my words.”
The referee, Brett Lukas, signals for the bell.
(Match begins)
The two circle the ring. Rogan lunges forward, but Holland is too quick, sidestepping the attack and landing a quick dropkick. Holland follows up with a series of quick strikes, pushing Rogan into the corner. Rogan shoves Holland off, his face twisted in annoyance. Holland comes back with a running knee strike, but Rogan catches him in mid-air. He lifts Holland up and delivers a gutwrench powerbomb. Holland lands with a thud as the crowd gasps in horror.
JULIAN FIASCO “You see that? Holland tried to fly, and Rogan just grounded him like a fighter jet!”
Rogan is relentless, stomping on Holland’s outstretched arm and shoulder. He then lifts Holland with a deadlift German suplex, a show of his immense strength. Holland sells the pain, clutching his neck. Rogan then methodically takes his time to apply an Anaconda Vice, wrenching on Holland’s neck and arm. The crowd begins to chant, “Let’s go, Victor!”. Holland, with the spirit of an underdog, struggles to get to his feet. He fights his way out, desperately pushing off the ropes, and manages to deliver a desperate spinning heel kick to Rogan’s jaw.
Rogan stumbles, momentarily stunned. Holland seizes the opportunity, hitting a springboard DDT. He then climbs to the top rope, the crowd on its feet. He leaps, but Rogan moves out of the way. Holland lands on his feet and rolls through a bit clumsily. Rogan attempts a big boot, but Holland dodges, hitting a tornado kick. The crowd roars as Holland fires up, delivering a combo of rolling snap suplexes.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Holland is fighting back! He’s using his speed to his advantage! He’s trying to wear down the Python!”
Rogan tries to regain control, but Holland is too fast. He hits a rope-assisted dragonrana, spinning Rogan around into a pinning combination. The referee counts: ONE! TWO! Rogan kicks out forcefully.
Rogan regains his footing and manages to hit a backbreaker rack, dropping Holland with a painful slam. He sees Holland reeling and, with a predatory look, signals for his finisher. He grabs Holland, trying to lock in The Constriction. Holland fights it, desperately trying to keep from being wrapped up in the punishing hold. He uses his body weight and leverage to twist out of the hold.
Holland pushes Rogan back against the ropes, then uses the rebound to hit a springboard clothesline. He climbs to the top rope, his eyes set on a finish. Rogan struggles to his feet, groggy from the last shot. Holland leaps, and the crowd holds its breath. He soars through the air, delivering his breathtaking corkscrew 450 splash, “The Skyfall”. He connects perfectly!
JEREMIAH SLOAN “He hit it! The Skyfall!”
Holland covers Rogan, hooking the leg. The referee slides into position.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
(The bell rings)
JEREMIAH SLOAN “He got him! Victor Holland pulls out the win! What a showcase for the Rising Star!”
Holland slowly rises to his feet, his hand raised by the referee. He’s breathing heavily but with a look of pure triumph on his face. The crowd is on its feet, chanting his name. Rogan, meanwhile, sits up against the ropes, shaking his head in disbelief and muttering to himself, his cold fury momentarily replaced by frustration. He glares at Holland, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He has a new target.
JULIAN FIASCO “I’ll say this, Holland has the heart of a champion. But Rogan isn’t going to forget this. Not for a second. This is far from over.”
Video Package
A sweeping shot of a dusty, wide-open Texas landscape. The sun beats down on a lone, weathered cowboy hat resting on a fence post.
NARRATOR (With a slow, Southern drawl.) “Out in the heart of Texas, a new kind of legend is being born… not with flash or fame, but with grit, heart, and a whole lot of fight.”
The video cuts to clips of the Southern Boys in action. We see ‘Dangerous’ Dan Williams, a big, rugged man in jeans and a cowboy hat, dishing out punishing lariats and big boots. His partner, ‘Dastardly’ Dave Miller, is shown with a cocky grin on his face as he delivers a swinging neckbreaker or a DDT. The two are perfectly in sync, a relentless force of Southern pride.
(AUDIO: Distorted rock guitar riff, a Southern rock anthem)
We hear the voice of Haley Dallas, the proud manager of the Southern Boys.
HALEY DALLAS (V.O.) “They call us the Southern Boys… and that’s right. We’re from Texas, we’re from Georgia, and we’re here to remind everyone what it means to work for what you got! There are no shortcuts with us. Just good, old-fashioned, Texas-sized ass-whoopin’.”
The scene transitions to a colder, more clinical aesthetic. The music changes to a hard-hitting, militaristic metal riff. We see the sVo COO Amy Page, her expression one of cold calculation.
AMY PAGE (V.O.) “In the sVo, it’s not about tradition or sentiment. It’s about results. It’s about control. And I have the men who can deliver.”
The screen shows the brutal, imposing forms of The Enforcers: ‘Razor’ Rick Reid and ‘The O-Town Outlaw’ Scott Washington. We see flashes of Reid, the methodical, military-minded tactician, delivering a Military Press Slam or a Guillotine choke. Then, the sheer aggression of Washington, the MMA brawler, is on display as he delivers a vicious spear or a knockout spinning backfist.
AMY PAGE (V.O.) “These two men are my personal weapons. My hired muscle. Their mission is to enforce my will and take what’s rightfully ours.”
The video package culminates in a flurry of quick cuts: Dan Williams’s lariat colliding with Washington’s spear, Dave Miller’s cheap shot being countered by Reid’s disciplined precision. The two teams are shown brawling in the ring and at ringside, with Haley Dallas screaming at ringside and Amy Page watching with a smug grin. The final shot is a split-screen. On one side, Dan Williams and Dave Miller stand side-by-side, their faces bruised but determined, the sVo Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. On the other, Rick Reid and Scott Washington stare down the camera, an expression of ruthless focus on their faces.
A final graphic appears on the screen:
THE SOUTHERN BOYS vs. THE ENFORCERS
sVo TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ROLL THE DICE
(VIDEO PACKAGE ENDS)
Ringside
The scene opens with the cold, hard-hitting beat of The Enforcers’ music. Amy Page stands in the center of the ring, looking every bit the corporate executive in a crisp, white business suit. To her left and right stand her enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid. Washington is a picture of mean-spirited intensity, while Reid stands with a quiet, menacing discipline. The boos from the crowd are deafening.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Amy Page, with her two hired guns, The Enforcers. This group has been a thorn in the side of the sVo for a long time now.”
JULIAN FIASCO “They are a force to be reckoned with, J-Sloan. They are two of the most dangerous, ruthless men in the business.”
Amy Page takes the microphone from a production assistant. Her voice is calm, controlled, and dripping with arrogance.
AMY PAGE “Everyone, quiet down. I’m trying to speak. What you’re looking at is the future of the sVo. These are not just two men; they are the solution to a problem this company has had for far too long: a lack of authority.”
The boos grow louder as she continues, unfazed.
AMY PAGE “For too long, the sVo Tag Team Division has been a joke. It’s been run by clowns and glorified rodeo stars. But that all changes next week at ‘Roll the Dice.’ Because after ‘Roll the Dice,’ my Enforcers will be your new sVo Tag Team Champions.”
Washington cracks a rare, mean-spirited smile, while Reid simply stares blankly into the camera.
AMY PAGE “They will bring some much-needed discipline and order to this division. They will clean house and bring a new level of dominance that this company has never seen before. Because unlike the current champions, The Enforcers are men who get things done.”
Just as she’s about to continue, the classic Southern rock anthem of The Southern Boys cuts her off. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. The Southern Boys, ‘Dastardly’ Dave Miller and ‘Dangerous’ Dan Williams, swagger onto the stage, their Tag Team Championship belts slung over their shoulders. They are led by their manager, Haley Dallas, who is yelling at the top of her lungs at Amy Page. The two teams stare each other down from a distance.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Here come the champions! They’ve heard enough of this trash talk from Amy Page.”
JULIAN FIASCO “This is what you call a stare down, folks! The Southern Boys against The Enforcers!”
Dan Williams raises a microphone to his lips, a sneer on his face.
DAN WILLIAMS “Hold on now, Page! Did I hear that right? You called us clowns? Son, where I’m from, you’re the one in the clown suit, with your business dress and fancy talk.”
The crowd cheers and Williams continues, looking directly at Washington and Reid.
DAN WILLIAMS “You talk about authority? The only authority you have is what my fist is going to give you next week! We are the sVo Tag Team Champions, and we bleed for these belts. You two are just hired goons looking to make a quick buck.”
Scott Washington takes a step forward, his eyes locked on Williams. He grabs a microphone from Amy Page.
SCOTT WASHINGTON “You talk a lot for a man in a costume, cowboy. You and your little buddy have no idea what you’re up against. You think this is a show? This isn’t a show for me, it’s a fight. And next week, I’m going to make you bleed, just like you said.”
DAVE MILLER “Oh, that’s so cute! He wants to fight! You got your little corporate mommy dressing you up nice and pretty for the big day? You know what, Scott, you talk a big game. Why don’t you and your friend come on down here and we can fight right now?”
The crowd roars in approval. Washington and Reid begin to walk down the ramp, their eyes fixed on the Southern Boys. But just as they get a few feet away, Amy Page holds out her hand, stopping them dead in their tracks.
AMY PAGE “Not yet. You’ll get your chance next week. Your time is coming, boys. And when it does, the Southern dream is going to be over, and you’ll know what it means to face true authority.”
The Southern Boys stand their ground as The Enforcers slowly back away. The two teams glare at each other, the tension palpable, as the screen fades to black.
Tag Team Match
The Malones vs. Generation Joint
The lights dim, and a high-energy hip-hop track with heavy bass hits the sound system. The crowd roars as Frankie Malone and “Money” Malone, The Malones, walk onto the stage. They exude a working-class swagger, with Money Malone wearing a flashy ring jacket and Frankie in his rugged, no-frills gear. The cousins from Brooklyn slap hands with fans as they make their way down the ramp, soaking in the cheers.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “What a reaction for The Malones! These two men have completely turned their careers around, and the fans absolutely love them. They’re looking for one more win to carry all the momentum into their title shot.”
JULIAN FIASCO “The Malones have been a true feel-good story since they teamed up, but they have a tough challenge tonight. Generation Joint isn’t here to make friends. They’re here to win by any means necessary.”
The hip-hop beat fades and is replaced by a custom theme for Generation Joint, a hip-hop beat with heavy bass. A chorus of boos rains down as Jay Adder and “The Philly Flash” Jacob Izaz walk out. Izaz is full of swagger, jawing at the crowd and throwing mock hand gestures. Adder, the seasoned veteran, simply walks with a cold stare, looking down on everyone.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “These two men, Jay Adder and Jacob Izaz, turned their backs on the man who created their group, Kenneth D Williams. They’ve been on a mission ever since to prove they don’t need anyone else.”
JULIAN FIASCO “And they’re doing it with a lot of cheap shots and arrogance, J-Sloan. Izaz is a quick and flashy competitor, and Adder is a true ring general. They’re a bad combination.”
The bell rings, and the match officially begins. Izaz and Frankie Malone lock up in the center of the ring. Frankie quickly gains the upper hand, pushing Izaz into the corner. Izaz responds with a stiff snap DDT that sends Frankie crashing to the mat. He then tags in Jay Adder, and the veteran immediately goes to work with a snap suplex, following it up with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as Adder takes control, methodical and calm.
Frankie Malone finally creates separation by ducking a clothesline and delivering a powerful clothesline over the top rope that sends Adder to the outside. Izaz rushes in, but Frankie is ready, hitting him with a bulldog. The crowd is on its feet, but Frankie is too hurt from the initial assault to capitalize. He crawls to his corner and makes the tag.
“Money” Malone enters the match like a house on fire, knocking Izaz to the mat with a powerful running lariat. The crowd counts along as he delivers a ten-punch combo in the corner to Izaz. Money Malone then hits a scoop slam and struts around the ring, playing to the crowd’s energy.
Izaz tags out to Adder, who immediately goes on the offensive. He uses his technical prowess to ground Money Malone, attempting to wear him down. Adder goes for his finisher, a double underhook tombstone piledriver, but Money Malone blocks it. He uses his strength to power out and deliver his own sit-out powerbomb, “Cash Out”. He makes the cover. One, two… Izaz breaks up the pin, saving the match for his team!
The action breaks down into a chaotic brawl. All four men are in the ring at the same time. Frankie Malone throws Izaz out of the ring, but Izaz lands on his feet and quickly hits a slingshot senton on Frankie to the outside. Back inside the ring, Money Malone and Jay Adder trade blows. Money Malone hits a spinebuster, sending Adder to the mat. Money Malone then takes a moment to pose for the crowd, but that’s all the time Adder needs.
Adder quickly gets to his feet, but Frankie Malone has returned to the ring, coming in behind him. The Malones hit their team finisher, a double superkick to an unsuspecting Adder. Money Malone then delivers his signature “Cash Out” sit-out powerbomb, which is then followed by Frankie’s “Brooklyn Beatdown”. The crowd is on its feet as Money Malone pins Jay Adder. One… two… three!
JEREMIAH SLOAN “They did it! The Malones have won! What a way to get momentum for their title shot at Roll the Dice!”
JULIAN FIASCO “A hard-fought victory against a tough team, and they’ve shown they have what it takes to win a fight. Next week, they’ll show if they have what it takes to be champions.”
The Malones stand in the center of the ring, their hands raised in victory. They walk to the ropes and hold their championship belts high, their eyes on the prize. Izaz and Adder sit on the outside, defeated, shaking their heads in frustration. The Malones are ready.
Backstage
The scene is a brightly lit backstage area. Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, stands with a microphone, a look of professional irritation on her face. The Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, stand on either side of her, smirking. They are dressed in flashy street clothes, their arrogance radiating off of them.
KATIE SMITH “Gentlemen, last week, you were seen on camera completely vandalizing The Malones’ locker room. Can you explain your actions?”
Michael Sexton snatches the microphone from Katie’s hand, a cocky grin on his face.
MICHAEL SEXTON “Explain? What’s there to explain, Katie? It was a work of art! We were just setting the scene for our masterpiece.”
Lucas Sexton nods along, a similar smirk plastered across his face.
LUCAS SEXTON “Yeah, consider it a little… artistic statement. A splash of color to their boring little world. Frankie and Money, they think they’re so tough, so righteous. But they’re just two goons from Brooklyn trying to play with the big boys.”
KATIE SMITH “The Malones were visibly upset. They said they were going to get revenge for that.”
Michael laughs, a loud, obnoxious sound that echoes through the hallway.
MICHAEL SEXTON “Revenge? Oh, please. What are they going to do? Give us a stern talking to? They’re all heart, no brains. And at ‘Roll the Dice,’ that heart is going to get them a one-way ticket to the unemployment line.”
Lucas steps forward, his voice a mocking imitation of Frankie Malone.
LUCAS SEXTON “That’s right! They talk a big game. ‘In the concrete jungle, I’m the king of the ring!’”
He and Michael laugh hysterically, a sound that grates on the ears.
LUCAS SEXTON “Give me a break. You wanna be kings? Try being a prince first! You boys are just a couple of wannabes. A couple of has-beens before you even had a chance to be anything.”
MICHAEL SEXTON “And next week, we’re not just going to beat them. We’re going to end their careers. We’re going to prove that they’re not in our league. We’re going to take their little dream and smash it to pieces, just like we did with their locker room.”
LUCAS SEXTON “After we’re done with them, they can go back to New York and go into retirement for good. We’re the Sin City Scoundrels, and we’re just getting started.”
The two look at each other and then back at the camera, a final, arrogant smile on their faces as they walk off, leaving a fuming Katie Smith behind.
Video Package
A slow, melodic, and hopeful piano melody begins to play as a sweeping shot of the Las Vegas skyline is shown, transitioning from a beautiful sunset to the glimmering lights of the city at night.
JASON MARTEL (V.O.) “I grew up here. I was born and raised just off the Strip, surrounded by all the bright lights and big dreams.”
The video cuts to clips of Jason Martel in the ring, a blur of motion and acrobatics. He’s seen performing his high-flying moves, including a Springboard Tornado DDT and a Running Shooting Star Press. The crowd is on its feet, cheering him on.
NARRATOR “For Jason Martel, wrestling wasn’t just a passion; it was a way to bet on himself. He is a standout from the Las Vegas underground wrestling scene who has risen to become a true hometown hero.”
The music swells as we see Martel connecting with the crowd, slapping hands and high-fiving fans. He has a genuine and humble demeanor. We see clips of his most recent, hard-fought victories, each one ending with a passionate celebration as the crowd erupts in cheers.
JASON MARTEL (V.O.) “This city… it’s more than just a place to live. It’s in my blood. Every victory, every high-flying move, is for them. It’s for my people.”
The tone of the music suddenly shifts to something loud, obnoxious, and arrogant. The lights in the video package turn to a harsh gold and white as we see ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. He walks with a smug swagger, posing for a non-existent camera and throwing out fake Oscar acceptance poses.
ALEX STERLING (V.O.) “Oh, please. A ‘hometown hero’? That’s a low-budget movie I wouldn’t even star in. This city is just my stage, a place for me to give an awards-worthy performance.”
The video package shows Sterling’s heel tactics: using the ropes for leverage on a pin, a low blow while the referee is distracted, and a dramatic yell of “CUT!” before a Box Office Smash. The crowd is shown booing and groaning at his theatrics.
ALEX STERLING (V.O.) “The title is mine, and it will remain mine. I’m Hollywood’s favorite villain. I don’t care about this city or these people. They should be thanking me for gracing them with my presence.”
The music becomes a chaotic fusion of both men’s themes. We see a split-screen of Martel and Sterling in the ring. Martel is focused and determined, ready to fight, while Sterling is arrogant and theatrical, constantly playing to the camera. The video cuts from Sterling’s cheap shots and cocky poses to Martel’s resilient comebacks and his crowd-popping offense.
The final shot is a dramatic side-by-side of Martel and Sterling, their eyes locked on each other. Martel’s face is a picture of humble confidence and fierce determination. Sterling’s face is a sneer of pure arrogance. A final graphic appears on the screen.
JASON MARTEL vs. ALEX STERLING LAS VEGAS CHAMPIONSHIP ROLL THE DICE
Six-Man Tag Team Match
CJ Dreamer, Ricky Johnson & Jake Blackwood vs. Danny Domino, ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia & Cade Turner
The music for The Southern Boys fades as the lights in the Goodfellas Casino Arena come up. The crowd is electric. The entrance theme for CJ Dreamer hits, a gritty, anthemic rock track. The beloved veteran walks onto the stage with a determined look, followed by his protégé, Ricky Johnson. The two share a moment, a veteran passing the torch to the young star. They are joined by ‘The Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood, who tosses his worn cowboy hat into the crowd to a massive cheer. The three fan favorites stand together, ready for a fight.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “What a trio! You have the veteran leadership of CJ Dreamer, the youthful heart of Ricky Johnson, and the rugged, unyielding spirit of Jake Blackwood! This is a team that can’t be beaten!”
JULIAN FIASCO “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, J-Sloan. They are about to face a very dangerous team. These men don’t care about honor or sportsmanship. They only care about winning.”
The crowd’s cheers turn to boos as a hip-hop instrumental version of “Ready for War” by 50 Cent hits. ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino walks out with a sneer on his face, chewing gum and sneering at the crowd. He is followed by ‘Relentless’ Clam Idia, who looks like he hasn’t showered in days, with a scuzzy, arrogant look. Finally, the music for Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner hits, a hard, aggressive anthem that builds intensity. Turner walks out with a cold, menacing look on his face, his MMA background a clear sign that he is a danger to everyone. The heel trio stands together on the ramp, a picture of pure meanness.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “And here are the villains! Danny Domino, Clam Idia, and making his debut, the former MMA star, Cade Turner! This is a bad bunch of individuals, Julian!”
JULIAN FIASCO “They’re not here to be friends, J-Sloan. They’re here to hurt people. Turner is a machine. He’s a technician in the ring, able to break down his opponents with calculated precision. Danny Domino is a bully, plain and simple. And Clam Idia… well, he’s just a menace.”
The bell rings, and the match is underway. The crowd is on its feet, ready to see the good guys get some payback. The match begins with Jake Blackwood and Danny Domino. The two lock up, a classic power vs. power confrontation. Blackwood gets the best of the exchange, sending Domino into the corner. He follows up with a running corner clothesline and a snap suplex. Blackwood goes for the cover, but Domino kicks out at two.
Domino scrambles to his corner and tags in Cade Turner, who enters the ring with a cold, menacing stare. Blackwood and Turner lock up, with Turner using his MMA experience to gain the upper hand. He delivers a series of vicious strikes to Blackwood’s body, showing his MMA roots. He then hits a brutal spinning backfist, sending Blackwood reeling. Turner then tags in Clam Idia, who immediately goes for a cheap eye rake on Blackwood, distracting the referee and giving himself an advantage.
Idia, true to his moniker, is relentless. He’s a pest that won’t go away. He keeps Blackwood on the defensive, using his underhanded tactics and cheap shots to wear him down. He tags in Domino, who goes to work on Blackwood, mocking him and the crowd at the same time. The crowd chants “YEE-HAW” to try and fire up their hero.
Blackwood finally gets a burst of energy, blocking a big boot from Domino and delivering a leaping leg lariat. Blackwood then delivers a tilt-a-whirl powerslam, a crowd-pleasing move that sends the arena into a frenzy. Blackwood, with a surge of energy, makes the hot tag to his partner, CJ Dreamer.
Dreamer enters the match with a fire in his belly. He hits a Lou Thesz press on Domino and delivers a flurry of mounted punches, firing up the crowd with his fiery comeback. Dreamer then takes down Domino with a running knee lift, but Domino tags in Cade Turner before the veteran can do more damage.
Dreamer and Turner have a tense standoff in the middle of the ring. Turner delivers a devastating lariat, but Dreamer stays on his feet, showing his veteran grit. Dreamer goes for a spinebuster, but Turner reverses it into a ground-and-pound sequence, raining down mounted strikes on Dreamer.
Dreamer is down, and Turner tags in Clam Idia, who takes over with more cheap shots and stomps. Idia gets too cocky, however, allowing Dreamer to catch him with a sudden, devastating double underhook DDT, “The Dream Breaker.” The crowd screams as Dreamer makes the cover, but Domino runs in at the last second and breaks up the pin.
The match breaks down into a free-for-all. Jake Blackwood hits a Six Shooter on Turner. Ricky Johnson enters the ring, a blur of motion, hitting a suicide dive to the outside on Idia and Turner. The crowd is on its feet as the three fan favorites appear to be in control.
Inside the ring, Johnson, with his boundless energy, takes on the fresh Domino. Johnson hits a springboard cutter out of nowhere, but Domino rolls out of the ring, shocked but still in the game. Johnson brings him back in and delivers a running knee strike to the face. Johnson goes for his finisher, a top-rope corkscrew 450 splash. He climbs to the top rope, his eyes set on a win.
But just as he leaps, Domino moves, and Johnson lands awkwardly. Domino seizes the opportunity. He gets to his feet, a sinister smirk on his face. He grabs the vulnerable Johnson and delivers his “Domino Effect” swinging uranage. It’s fast, it’s rough, and it looks devastating. Domino makes the cover, a triumphant smile on his face.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
(The bell rings)
JEREMIAH SLOAN “No! The heel team wins! Danny Domino, Clam Idia, and Cade Turner have defeated the fan favorites!”
JULIAN FIASCO “What a statement, J-Sloan! Danny Domino pins the rookie! He is a cold-blooded bully, but he has the win that he was looking for heading into the pay-per-view. This win gives him maximum momentum, and he needed it.”
The victorious trio celebrates, with Domino standing over a fallen Ricky Johnson, his sneer growing wider with every passing second. Domino has proven he’s a dangerous threat, and now everyone knows it.
Backstage
The scene is the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith stands with a serious and focused expression. The sVo Champion, Kenneth D Williams, stands across from her. He doesn’t have the flashy lights and music of his in-ring persona; he’s simply standing there, calm and collected, his championship belt draped over his shoulder.
KATIE SMITH “Kenneth D Williams, in less than one week, you defend the sVo Championship against Joe Barone at Roll the Dice. You’ve had a lot of time to prepare for this. What’s going through your mind?”
Williams looks down at the championship belt in his hands, a contemplative expression on his face.
KENNETH D WILLIAMS “You know, Katie… a lot of people see this title as just a piece of gold. Something you win, you hold, and then you lose. But for me, it’s so much more than that. This championship represents the dream, the passion, and the hard work that every single person in that locker room pours into this business.”
He looks up, his eyes connecting with the camera.
KENNETH D WILLIAMS “And the fans… they believe in what this championship stands for. They believe in the idea that hard work and integrity can get you to the top. This isn’t just my championship anymore; it’s a symbol for everyone who ever believed in the ‘Human Highlight Reel’.”
KATIE SMITH “Your opponent, Joe Barone, is a ruthless, cold-blooded individual. He doesn’t care about honor or integrity; he only cares about winning and enforcing the will of Blood Money. How do you prepare for a man like that?”
A small, knowing smile forms on Williams’s lips.
KENNETH D WILLIAMS “I know what I’m up against. I know Barone is methodical, cold, and a true predator. But I have to believe that the good guy can win. That the heart of a champion is stronger than any amount of intimidation or ruthlessness.”
His voice gains a hint of fire, a subtle shift from his earlier calm tone.
KENNETH D WILLIAMS “I’m not fighting just to win. I’m fighting to prove that this championship means something. That the values this title represents are worth fighting for. That my fans deserve to have a champion they can believe in.”
He readjusts the belt on his shoulder, his grip firm.
KENNETH D WILLIAMS “Joe Barone can bring all the intimidation and all the muscle he wants. I’m going to bring my heart, my passion, and my entire soul. And I promise you this, Katie… I will leave every single ounce of myself in that ring to keep this championship. Because that’s what a champion does.”
Williams nods, his expression now one of absolute determination. He stands tall, a man ready to go to war for what he believes in.
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. local talent
The Goodfellas Casino Arena is filled with a dynamic energy that is uniquely its own. The music hits—a sleazy, grimy rock riff with distorted guitar and chaotic drums. The fans rain down boos as the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, make their way down the ramp. They walk with a cocky, arrogant energy, mocking the crowd and jawing at the fans.
JEREMIAH SLOAN “Here they are, the sVo International Tag Team Champions, The Sin City Scoundrels!”
JULIAN FIASCO “The champions are looking to make a statement tonight, J-Sloan. A final tune-up match before their championship defense against The Malones.”
In the ring, two local talents are waiting. They look nervous, out of their element against the flashy and arrogant champions. The bell rings, and the match begins.
(Match begins)
Michael and Lucas immediately double-team one of their opponents, a rapid display of their high-flying tag-team style. They whip him into the ropes and deliver a double superkick, “ScoundrelKick,” that sends him to the mat. They then hit a “Scoundrelcanrana,” a lightning-fast frankensteiner that ends with a flair and arrogance.
They mock the crowd, but the fans boo loudly in response. Lucas then hits a running knee strike to his opponent and tags in Michael. The two then perform a slingshot senton, followed by a double-team move that sets up their finisher.
Michael sets up the “Scoundrelcanrana” with Lucas assisting with a whip-in. The move is flawless, and Michael makes the cover. The referee counts to three, and the match is over in under a minute.
(The bell rings)
JEREMIAH SLOAN “And just like that, it’s over! The Sin City Scoundrels make quick work of their opponents. They are sending a message to The Malones tonight.”
JULIAN FIASCO “They’re fast, they’re ruthless, and they’re not afraid to bend the rules. The Malones have their work cut out for them, J-Sloan. They are going to need more than just heart to beat these guys.”
The Sin City Scoundrels stand in the center of the ring, holding up their titles, with a cocky smirk on their faces. They have made their statement, and the message is clear. They are ready for ‘Roll the Dice’.
Backstage
The backstage area is dimly lit and sterile. Katie Smith, her professional demeanor intact, holds a microphone. She stands in front of Joe Barone, who is dressed in his signature black slacks and a tight-fitting muscle shirt. His expression is cold and unreadable.
KATIE SMITH “Joe, in just a few days, you challenge Kenneth D Williams for the sVo Championship at ‘Roll the Dice.’ He speaks about this title as a symbol of hope and integrity. What is your response to that?”
Barone stares directly into the camera, his eyes like steel. He doesn’t move, a man of few words, but when he speaks, people listen.
JOE BARONE “Hope… integrity… heroes…”
He lets out a cold, humorless chuckle.
JOE BARONE “Williams, you live in a fairy tale. That era of hope and heroism you talk about? It’s a fantasy. A bedtime story for the fans who still believe in things like honor.”
He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his imposing frame filling the screen.
JOE BARONE “The real world, the sVo… it runs on power and money. And that’s what I and Blood Money are all about.”
Barone gestures to his heavily tattooed arms. His voice is low and menacing.
JOE BARONE “My life has been built on a code of silence and getting what needs to be done. I don’t care about a standing ovation. I don’t need a single cheer. I just need to break you.”
He leans in, his face now inches from the camera lens.
JOE BARONE “Williams, your time as champion is over. That belt is coming home with me. I don’t want to hear anyone talking about hope, integrity, or heroism after this. Because I’m going to make sure that the only thing you remember me by… is pain.”
He pauses, allowing his words to sink in.
JOE BARONE “This isn’t a prediction.”
He straightens up, a triumphant smirk on his face.
JOE BARONE “This is a spoiler. I am walking out of ‘Roll the Dice’ as the new sVo Champion.”
Ringside
The Goodfellas Casino Arena is bathed in a tense, quiet atmosphere. The crowd, once a roaring sea of energy, is now a hushed, expectant audience. The ring is empty except for two men on opposite sides and a line of security in the middle. The sVo Champion, Kenneth D Williams, stands on one side, his face a picture of calm determination. On the other side, the challenger, Joe Barone, stands motionless, his face a cold mask of indifference.
The two men just stare at each other. No words are spoken. Just an intense, unblinking glare. The silence is deafening. You can feel the tension in the air.
After what seems like an eternity, Barone slowly raises a hand. He doesn’t raise it high, just to shoulder height. He extends his index finger and slowly draws a circle in the air, a silent gesture for the sVo Championship belt. He wants the title.
Williams’s expression remains unchanged. He slowly unhooks the belt from around his waist. He looks at it for a moment, then, with a flourish, he raises the sVo Championship high above his head. The lights in the arena glint off the gold plate, a beacon of hope for the fans, a taunt for the challenger.
The crowd erupts, but the two men in the ring don’t flinch. Their eyes are still locked. Barone takes a single, deliberate step forward. Williams responds in kind, taking a step forward himself. The security guards between them immediately tense up, taking a half-step forward to maintain the distance.
Barone’s lips curl into a slight, predatory smirk. Williams’s face hardens, his jaw clenching. They both take another step. The security line is now shoulder to shoulder, trying to prevent an all-out brawl. The two men are now inches from the line of security, their faces inches apart, staring daggers at each other.
The camera zooms in, giving us a tight shot of their faces. Williams’s eyes are filled with fire and the heart of a champion. Barone’s eyes are cold, menacing, and ruthless. A final, graphic image flashes on the screen as the lights in the arena go black:
WILLIAMS vs. BARONE sVo CHAMPIONSHIP ROLL THE DICE
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