sVo Showdown 240
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 14th September 2025
VIDEO: The screen is black. A low, dramatic synth note hits. The first shot is a sweeping, cinematic view of the glittering Las Vegas Strip at night, focusing on the opulent, crime-noir-inspired exterior of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. Quick cuts follow: A close-up of a roulette wheel spinning, a neon sign flashing ‘GOODFELLAS’, and then a rapid-fire sequence of the arena’s interior: fans cheering, the ring lights pulsing, and a wide shot of the packed crowd in the state-of-the-art arena.
MUSIC: A hard-hitting, aggressive anthem begins to pulse, mixing industrial rock with a sweeping orchestral score.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Welcome… to the Sanctioned Violence Organization! Tonight, we broadcast LIVE from the heart of the Las Vegas Strip, the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena!
HIGHLIGHT REEL – THE LEGENDS & THE CONTENDERS
VIDEO: The music swells, becoming the backdrop for a fast-paced highlight package of sVo history.
- Shot 1 (The Past): Black and white footage shows quick flashes of classic sVo stars: a Memory Lane Piledriver from Jay Adder, a fierce lock-up from Johnny All Star, and a crowd-pleasing high-spot from Psyko Stevo.
- Shot 2 (The Present – Heels): The video snaps to color, showing the top heels. Anthony Moretti lands The HitmanDouble Knee Facebreaker with an arrogant sneer. Danny Domino connects with a brutal Domino Effect Uranage, snarling at the camera. Alex Sterling hits his Box Office Smash jumping neckbreaker and strikes an overly dramatic pose.
- Shot 3 (The Present – Faces): Focus shifts to the fan favorites. Victor Holland launches himself for a SkyfallCorkscrew 450 Splash. Carlos Vasquez delivers a swift Miami Vice Kick spinning heel kick with his signature charisma.
- Shot 4 (The Championship): A dramatic close-up of the sVo Championship belt being held high by the current champion, Kenneth D Williams, followed by a shot of him connecting with the Lights Out! double knee face-strike.
LIVE SHOT & COMMENTARY WELCOME
VIDEO: The camera cuts live to the commentary table overlooking the arena, where JEREMIAH SLOAN and JULIAN FIASCO are seated. The crowd noise is deafening, a mix of cheers and boos.
SLOAN: Welcome, everyone, to a pivotal edition of sVo Showdown! We are live on the Sanctioned Violence Network from the Goodfellas Casino Arena here in Las Vegas, Nevada! We are officially on the road to Ultimate Victory 2025, and tonight, the stakes are higher than they’ve ever been!
FIASCO: Psh. Stakes, Sloan? The stakes are that your Golden Boy Kenneth D Williams is going to have to defend that sVo Championship against Carlos Vasquez at that big PPV! A lot of people are saying Williams is the Human Highlight Reel, but I’m saying the Miami Maverick is about to hit the biggest jackpot of his career!
SLOAN: Vasquez is indeed the number one contender after a hard-fought battle, Julian, and I’ll call it straight: he presents a serious threat to the champion. But that’s just one piece of the puzzle tonight! We begin the prestigious Victory Cup Tournament to determine who gets a huge advantage heading into the biggest night of the year!
THE BETRAYAL
VIDEO: A slow-motion replay graphic flashes on the screen showing CJ Dreamer brutally hitting his double underhook DDT, the Dream Breaker, on his protégé, Ricky Johnson. Dreamer’s face is hardened and emotionless, while Johnson’s face shows sheer devastation.
FIASCO: Speaking of threats… what about that disgusting display from last week, Sloan? CJ Dreamer—your so-called respected veteran—turned his back on his own protégé, Ricky Johnson! It was a lesson in reality, kid: In the sVo, blood money is thicker than loyalty.
SLOAN: That wasn’t a lesson, Julian, that was a shocking, cowardly betrayal. Ricky Johnson is the Underdog with more heart than anyone in this company. For Dreamer, a man who claims to be about giving back, to crush that young man’s spirit after he practically took him under his wing… it’s unforgivable! The fallout from that act begins tonight!
FIASCO: Unforgivable, maybe. But effective? Absolutely! That’s what you get for being a soft-hearted kid!
SLOAN: No matter how you feel about it, Julian, tonight is the start of a new chapter. We have the Victory Cup, more developments on the sVo Championship, and a lot of scores to settle! Don’t blink, folks, because the action starts now!
VIDEO: Camera zooms into the ring as the first wrestler’s music hits. FADE TO BLACK/CUT.
Victory Cup First Round Match
Noah Rogan vs. Jake Blackwood
VIDEO: The arena lights dim, shifting to a stark blue and white motif.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The following contest is a first-round match in the prestigious Victory Cup Tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall!
MUSIC: ‘The Storm’ hits the PA system. The theme is driving, featuring a heavy, rhythmic bassline.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Introducing first! Weighing in at 215 pounds, he is ‘THE RISING SON’—NOAH ROGAN!
NOAH ROGAN emerges from the back. He’s dressed in simple black trunks with green trim, his demeanour focused and intense. Rogan is athletic and quick, acknowledged by the crowd but not yet a top star. He acknowledges the fans with a quick nod, steps over the top rope, and immediately starts stretching, his eyes locked on the entranceway.
FIASCO: The Victory Cup is all about opportunity, Sloan, and young Noah Rogan has a golden opportunity to make a name for himself tonight. The kid’s got heart, but he’s in deep water tonight.
SLOAN: Rogan is a fantastic technical wrestler, Julian, and he’s going to need every ounce of that skill against his opponent, who is one of the most dangerous, unstable men in the sVo. Rogan has to keep his distance and avoid a power game at all costs.
MUSIC: ‘Blackout’ begins. The theme is slow, menacing, and industrial. The lights in the arena turn blood red.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): And his opponent! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 258 pounds, he is ‘THE LONE WOLF’—JAKE BLACKWOOD!
JAKE BLACKWOOD makes his entrance. Blackwood is a powerhouse, broad-shouldered and imposing, wearing simple black gear. He strides with a predatory walk, his face a mask of cold intensity. He gets a decent amount of boos, indicating his menacing heel status. Blackwood stares down Rogan before entering the ring and refusing to break eye contact.
FIASCO: Oh, here we go! ‘The Lone Wolf’ is on the hunt! Blackwood is exactly the kind of unhinged animal who thrives in a tournament environment. He doesn’t just want to win, Sloan; he wants to hurt Rogan.
SLOAN: He absolutely does, Julian. Blackwood is motivated by violence, and this is a dangerous first-round draw for Rogan.
Referee Brett Lukas checks both men. The bell rings.
SLOAN: And we are underway! Rogan needs to utilise his speed right out of the gate.
Rogan immediately circles Blackwood, dipping in with quick low kicks, trying to chop the powerhouse down. Blackwood tries to grab him, but Rogan ducks a big clothesline. Rogan uses the momentum to hit a Tornado DDT! Blackwood is momentarily stunned but remains on his feet.
FIASCO: Great move by Rogan! That’s the kind of flash he needs! Rogan rushes the ropes, hits a Running Knee Strike to Blackwood’s head, and immediately follows it up with a Plancha to the Outside! The crowd pops for the high-flying action!
SLOAN: What a sequence by Noah Rogan! He’s not giving Blackwood a moment to breathe!
Rogan throws Blackwood back into the ring, going for a quick cover. Blackwood easily kicks out at ONE. Rogan shows a flash of frustration but immediately goes back on the attack, hitting a Tilt-a-Whirl Arm Drag into a side headlock.
FIASCO: He’s trying to ground the big man, but I don’t think a simple headlock is going to get the job done on Jake Blackwood, Sloan. That man eats steel for breakfast!
Blackwood slowly rises, his power overwhelming Rogan’s grip. He rams Rogan backward into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. Blackwood starts to smile, a menacing, predatory grin.
Blackwood explodes with a huge running clothesline, flattening Rogan.
SLOAN: Oh! That was devastating! Blackwood just turned the tide!
Blackwood drags Rogan up and delivers a Snap Scoop Powerslam, dropping Rogan hard. He doesn’t go for a pin, opting to stand over Rogan, applying a vicious Neck Vice submission. Rogan fights desperately for air.
FIASCO: This is where the power difference becomes the story, Sloan! Blackwood is just too much! He’s turning this into a mugging!
Rogan manages to fight his way out of the neck vice, elbowing Blackwood’s thigh. Rogan goes for a Crucifix Pin out of desperation, getting a two-count! Blackwood immediately kicks out and stands up, furious.
SLOAN: Rogan is resourceful! He found a way to escape!
Blackwood grabs Rogan’s arm, twisting it sharply. He then hits a brutal Lariat to the back of Rogan’s head, nearly decapitating him. Blackwood drops Rogan with an agonizing Hammerlock DDT! He covers!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO!
Rogan kicks out! The crowd pops slightly.
FIASCO: The kid’s got heart, I’ll give him that. But he just took Blackwood’s signature move! He’s on borrowed time!
Blackwood stalks the stunned Rogan. Rogan attempts a desperate Flashy, Perfectly Timed Superkick out of nowhere!
SLOAN: The Memory Lane! He hit it!
Blackwood is rocked! He stumbles back but remains upright. Rogan sees his opportunity and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle!
FIASCO: Rogan’s going for the high-risk move!
Rogan launches himself for a Moonsault! Blackwood catches him in mid-air! A tremendous display of strength! Blackwood quickly spins Rogan around and drives him down hard with his devastating running Death Valley Driver, the Blackout Driver!
SLOAN: NO! Blackwood caught him! The Blackout Driver! This is over!
Blackwood hooks the leg, covering Rogan tightly.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
‘Blackout’ hits the PA system.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, and advancing to the next round of the Victory Cup… JAKE BLACKWOOD!
Blackwood stands tall, his chest heaving, his face still cold as the referee raises his hand. Rogan is draped over the bottom rope, selling the brutality of the finish. Blackwood barely acknowledges the win, merely glaring at the camera as we fade to a graphic for the Victory Cup Tournament Bracket.
FIASCO: And that’s how it’s done, folks! Power reigns supreme! Noah Rogan was a nice story, but Jake Blackwood is a winning machine! The Lone Wolf moves on!
SLOAN: A tough loss for Noah Rogan, but what a performance against a former sVo Champion. Jake Blackwood advances and sends a message to the rest of this tournament field.
(FADE OUT)
Backstage
Camera cuts backstage to the interview set. KATIE SMITH stands holding a microphone, looking professional and slightly concerned. JAY ADDER stands beside her, dressed in his ring gear, looking tense and highly focused. The hallway is bustling with production staff and referees in the background.
KATIE SMITH: Welcome back, everyone. I am joined now by ‘The King of Chaos,’ Jay Adder, moments before he enters the ring for his first-round Victory Cup match against Clam Idia. Jay, this is a tournament built on opportunity. What does winning the Victory Cup mean to you right now?
Close-up on Jay Adder. He speaks with a determined, slightly gritty tone, leaning into the microphone.
JAY ADDER: Katie, I’m not here for an opportunity. I’m here for respect. And right now, the entire sVo locker room, the management, and maybe even a few people in that arena… they have no respect for Generation Joint.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): Oh, here we go. The self-proclaimed ‘Generation Joint.’ Still blaming everyone else for their own failures.
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): Jay Adder is a legend in this business, Julian, but his recent alignment with the likes of Night has certainly fractured his standing with the fans.
JAY ADDER: (Continuing, his voice rising with intensity) This tournament is a testament to the future, and Generation Joint is the future. But people only want to talk about the past. They talk about Mike Best. They talk about Night. They talk about Psyko Stevo. They talk about Roscoe Shame. They talk about the greats. But they whisper about us! They call us entitled. They call us whiny. They call us failures.
Adder clenches his fists, looking directly into the camera.
JAY ADDER: Clam Idia is just the first roadblock. He’s a good wrestler, fine. But he’s standing in the way of a message that needs to be delivered: Generation Joint is the most influential, the most important, and the most dangerouscollective in professional wrestling today. And I, Jay Adder, the King of Chaos, will prove it. I will win this Victory Cup, and I will force every single person to give us the damn respect we’ve earned. Tonight, Clam Idia gets sacrificed for the cause. The chaos starts now.
KATIE SMITH: Jay Adder, intense words ahead of his match against Clam Idia…
Adder turns sharply, his expression set, and walks purposefully down the hallway, heading toward the curtain. Katie Smith watches him go, nodding thoughtfully.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): Sacrificed? Give me a break, Sloan! He’s just trying to pump himself up before he gets embarrassed by Idia!
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): Jay Adder is highly motivated, Julian. Whether you like his attitude or not, he’s a phenomenal athlete, and Clam Idia needs to be prepared for the best version of ‘The King of Chaos.’ We head back to the ring now for the next match in the Victory Cup!
(FADE OUT)
Victory Cup First Round Match
Jay Adder vs. Clam Idia
The arena lights pulse with a chaotic red and black as Jay Adder’s music, ‘The Storm,’ hits again.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The following contest is a first-round match in the Victory Cup Tournament! Introducing first! Accompanied by Jacob Izaz, from the mean streets of New York City, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is ‘THE KING OF CHAOS’—JAY ADDER!
JAY ADDER strides out with a laser focus, not looking at the crowd but straight ahead. He’s flanked by Jacob Izaz, a silent, menacing figure in a long trench coat and sunglasses, perfectly embodying the heel collective Generation Joint. The duo are met with a loud chorus of boos. Adder slips into the ring, immediately pointing to his head, a gesture of superiority. Night stands guard at ringside.
SLOAN: Jay Adder, fueled by his own perceived disrespect, accompanied by the shadowy figure of Jacob Izaz. This Victory Cup match is deeply personal for Adder.
FIASCO: ‘Perceived disrespect’? Sloan, Adder is a legend, a former champion elsewhere! If people aren’t bowing down, they need a reminder of what he can do! And with Jacob Izaz watching his back, this is practically a handicap match already!
A generic, upbeat theme hits. The crowd gives a polite, slightly confused reaction.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): And his opponent! From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 210 pounds… CLAM IDIA!
CLAM IDIA jogs out. He’s a competent-looking but plain mid-card wrestler, clearly outmatched in size and star power. He waves a little too enthusiastically to the crowd, who barely react. He slides into the ring, looking slightly overwhelmed by the presence of both Adder and Izaz.
SLOAN: Clam Idia is a solid competitor, Julian, but you can see the pressure on his face. He’s facing one of the most intense and motivated versions of Jay Adder we’ve seen in years, and he’s clearly intimidated by Night at ringside.
FIASCO: Intimidated? He looks like he’s about to ask for an autograph! This is going to be a quick trip to the sidelines for Mr. Idia.
Referee Brett Lukas nervously calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Adder does not move. He simply stares through Idia with cold eyes, an arrogant sneer on his face. Idia, trying to look aggressive, rushes Adder with a clothesline.
SLOAN: Idia trying to take the initiative!
Adder effortlessly ducks the clothesline. Idia turns around, and Adder connects with a stiff Forearm Smash that drops Idia immediately to his knees.
FIASCO: Oh! Adder just took his head off! That’s all the aggression we’re going to see from Idia tonight!
Adder grabs Idia’s head with both hands, pulling him up by the hair. Adder hits a quick, brutal combination of chops and strikes in the corner, forcing Idia to crumple. Adder drags Idia to the center of the ring, not showing a hint of strain or effort.
SLOAN: Adder is treating this like a training exercise, Julian! No wasted movement, just pure domination!
Adder shouts down at the prone Idia, “Respect the Joint!” He effortlessly hooks Idia’s arms. He executes a devastating, picture-perfect Memory Lane Piledriver! Idia is driven straight into the mat with immense force.
FIASCO: MEMORY LANE! That is it! Goodnight, Vienna! I told you this would be a massacre!
Adder doesn’t even bother covering. He holds up one finger to Izaz at ringside, who nods approvingly. Adder casually steps over Idia and hooks a leg for the cover.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
MUSIC: ‘The Storm’ immediately hits the PA system.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, and advancing to the next round of the Victory Cup… JAY ADDER!
Adder stands up, wiping his hands together as if to clean them. Izaz slides a microphone into the ring to Adder. Adder glares down at the defeated Clam Idia, who is still motionless.
JAY ADDER (In-Ring Promo): (His voice echoing with disdain) That… that pathetic exhibition… that is what the rest of the sVo has to offer? Generation Joint doesn’t ask for respect. We take it. Consider that your first lesson. The Victory Cup belongs to the King of Chaos!
Adder throws the microphone down onto Idia’s chest and steps over the referee, making his exit alongside the silent Izaz. They show zero concern for their downed opponent.
SLOAN: Just a brutal, decisive victory for Jay Adder. He wanted to send a message to the rest of the locker room, and he certainly did that.
FIASCO: The message is clear: Step aside, or get buried. Jay Adder moves on! And that’s exactly what I expected!
(FADE OUT)
Backstage
Camera cuts backstage to KATIE SMITH standing near a darkened corner, a determined look on her face. CJ DREAMER walks quickly into the frame, dressed in a sharp suit, completely ignoring the noise around him. Smith steps in front of him, blocking his path, holding a microphone.
KATIE SMITH: CJ Dreamer! Just a moment of your time!
Dreamer stops abruptly, his face set in a cold, unreadable mask. He slowly turns his attention to Smith, his eyes showing no emotion.
KATIE SMITH: The entire sVo Universe is still reeling from what they saw last week. Your shocking, violent betrayal of Ricky Johnson. A young man you took under your wing, a man you groomed to be a top star, who looked up to you as a mentor.
Smith lowers her tone, leaning in slightly.
KATIE SMITH: Why? Why did you turn your back on Ricky Johnson? Why the Dream Breaker? Was it a message? Was it spite?
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): She’s asking the question everyone wants answered, Julian. Dreamer has always been a man of his word, despite his heel tendencies.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): He doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, Sloan! Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and that Dream Breaker was deafening!
Dreamer stares directly into the camera lens, past Katie Smith. He remains completely silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. The silence stretches for several agonizing seconds, amplifying the tension.
KATIE SMITH: (A slight edge of frustration in her voice) CJ, I’m giving you an opportunity to explain your actions to the fans, to Ricky Johnson, to the world. What could possibly justify that level of emotional and physical damage to someone you called your protégé?
Dreamer’s jaw tightens. He shakes his head once—a tiny, almost imperceptible movement—before completely ignoring Smith. He turns his back on her, walking quickly and purposefully down the hallway, never uttering a single word.
KATIE SMITH: (Speaking to the camera as Dreamer walks away) And there you have it. Silence. A man who once preached about leadership and respect is now unwilling to defend his own despicable actions.
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): Unbelievable. He has nothing to say. That says more than any promo ever could, Julian. CJ Dreamer is a deeply troubled individual, and Ricky Johnson now knows he stands completely alone.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): No, Sloan! It shows he’s calculated! He doesn’t need to justify genius! Ricky Johnson was weak, and Dreamer cut the weak link. Let’s move on!
(FADE OUT)
Victory Cup First Round Match
Jacob Izaz vs. Marty Murdoch
The arena is bathed in the menacing green and black of Generation Joint.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The following contest is a first-round match in the Victory Cup Tournament! Introducing first! From the mean streets of New York City, weighing in at 225 pounds, accompanied by Jay Adder, he is ‘THE MESSIAH OF VIOLENCE’—JACOB IZAZ!
JACOB IZAZ emerges, his face pale and intense, his body lean but visibly powerful. He exudes a calm, almost cult-like menace. He is flanked by a smirking JAY ADDER, fresh off his decisive victory. Izaz steps into the ring and slowly raises his arms, soaking up the aggressive boos from the crowd. Adder takes his place at ringside, watching like a predator.
SLOAN: Another member of Generation Joint in the Victory Cup, Julian. This tournament is exactly what they crave—a platform to prove their superiority.
FIASCO: ‘Superiority’ is the right word, Sloan! Look at the precision, the focus! Izaz is a technician, a submission specialist, and he’s got the momentum from Adder’s win backing him up! This tournament might as well be renamed the Generation Joint Invitational!
A classic, driving southern rock theme hits.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): And his opponent! From Marietta, Georgia, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is ‘THE MIRICLE’—MARTY MURDOCH!
MARTY MURDOCH sprints out, a popular, hard-hitting mid-carder known for his tenacity. He pumps his fists to the crowd, getting a respectable cheer. Murdoch enters the ring and immediately glares at both Izaz and Adder, clearly not intimidated.
SLOAN: Marty Murdoch is a fighter, a brawler, and he is going to go right at Izaz! He knows he has to avoid getting caught in one of Izaz’s deadly submission holds.
FIASCO: Murdoch is tough, sure. But he’s a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy. Izaz is a surgeon! This is going to be a quick lesson in high-level technique versus backyard brawling.
Referee Brett Lukas checks both men. The bell rings, and the match is underway.
Murdoch immediately charges, tackling Izaz into the corner and unleashing a flurry of rights and lefts to the body. Izaz quickly covers up, using his hands to block, but the aggression of Murdoch is surprising.
SLOAN: Murdoch going for the early knockout! Smart strategy! Don’t let Izaz breathe!
Murdoch pulls Izaz out of the corner for a Snap Suplex, but Izaz spins out, landing on his feet. Izaz quickly drops low, attempting a Single Leg Takedown to gain control. Murdoch sprawls out, using his weight to stay upright.
FIASCO: See? Izaz has the ring intelligence to counter! He’s always thinking five steps ahead to the submission.
Murdoch connects with a thunderous Spinebuster! Izaz sells it big, rolling across the mat. Murdoch hooks the leg!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! (Izaz kicks out!)
SLOAN: A near fall! Murdoch almost ended it right there!
Murdoch immediately grabs Izaz, looking to lift him for a powerbomb, but Izaz counters with a thumb to the eye! The referee didn’t see it, as Jay Adder distracted him by shouting and climbing onto the apron.
FIASCO: Textbook distraction! That’s the advantage of Generation Joint!
With Murdoch momentarily blinded and the referee dealing with Adder, Izaz springs into action. He catches Murdoch with a quick Spinning Kick to the midsection. As Murdoch bends over, Izaz hooks his head and delivers the Chaos Theory—a vicious swinging neckbreaker!
SLOAN: The Chaos Theory! That’s Izaz’s signature move! He hit it perfectly!
Izaz doesn’t go for the pin. He senses the end and immediately locks in his devastating submission finisher, the Sleeper Hold! Izaz cinches it in tight, trapping Murdoch’s arm to prevent an escape.
FIASCO: Game over! The Sleeper! Murdoch has nowhere to go!
Murdoch fights desperately, clawing at Izaz’s hands, trying to reach the ropes, but the pressure is immense. His eyes begin to glaze over, and his body starts to sag. Referee Lukas checks the arm.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! (Murdoch’s arm drops for a third time!)
Referee Lukas calls for the bell!
‘The Messiah’ hits the PA system.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, and advancing to the next round of the Victory Cup… JACOB IZAZ!
Izaz releases the hold and stands over the unconscious Murdoch, raising his hand in a slow, dramatic, almost messianic pose. Jay Adder slides into the ring and helps Izaz to his feet, embracing him with a look of shared, arrogant triumph.
SLOAN: It was a victory, but it was tainted! The referee was distracted by Adder, which allowed Izaz to use the low blow and hit the Chaos Theory. This is absolutely why Generation Joint is so dangerous—it’s never a fair fight!
FIASCO: Fair? This is the sVo, Sloan! The goal is to win and move on, and Jacob Izaz did exactly that! Another member of Generation Joint advances in the Victory Cup! The prophecy is being fulfilled!
(FADE OUT)
Backstage
Camera cuts to the opulent, dimly lit office of sVo COO AMY PAGE. She is seated behind a large, pristine desk, wearing a sharp business suit, a half-empty glass of red wine on the desk beside her. DANNY DOMINO stands opposite the desk, his imposing figure slightly hunched, his hands resting on the back of a leather chair. He looks anxious but ready.
AMY PAGE: (Sipping her wine slowly, her tone measured and dangerous) Danny. I appreciate your promptness. You know how important the Victory Cup is to this company. It’s the launching pad for the biggest show of the year, Ultimate Victory 2025.
DANNY DOMINO: I know, Miss Page. My focus is entirely on winning the whole thing.
Page places the glass down with a deliberate clink. She gestures toward a printed tournament bracket on her desk.
AMY PAGE: Yes, winning the whole thing. Excellent. Which brings me to your first-round match, Danny. In a couple of weeks, you face Brice Brantley.
Domino’s face tightens slightly at the mention of Brantley’s name.
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): Brice Brantley and Amy Page have had some bitter encounters in the last few weeks.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): Brantley is an annoying loudmouth, Sloan! And Domino is a machine! This should be a formality, but Page clearly has her reasons for making this appointment.
AMY PAGE: (Leaning forward slightly, her eyes locking onto Domino) Now, Danny, let’s be honest. Brice Brantley is a headache. He’s unpredictable. He’s… messy. He runs his mouth too much. And the last thing this company needs is someone like him advancing in a tournament that determines the future of the sVo Championship picture. He complicates things.
DANNY DOMINO: I understand. I’ll squash him.
AMY PAGE: (A thin, cold smile touches her lips) Good. Because if Brantley were to somehow scrape a win, if he were to progress through my meticulously planned tournament bracket, it wouldn’t just be an inconvenience for the sVo. It would be a problem for you, Danny. A very big problem.
VIDEO: Page picks up her glass again, her gaze unwavering.
AMY PAGE: So, for the sake of order, for the sake of the bracket, and for the sake of keeping me happy… you beat Brice Brantley. You hit that Domino Effect and you wipe him off the board. Make sure he’s not around to bother us for the rest of the year. Am I clear?
DANNY DOMINO: (Meeting her gaze with cold intensity) Crystal clear, Miss Page. Brantley won’t make it past the first round.
Domino nods once, his powerful shoulders squaring up, then turns and strides out of the office, his resolve hardened. Amy Page watches the empty doorway for a beat, a satisfied expression on her face, before taking another slow sip of her wine.
SLOAN (Commentary V.O.): Amy Page pulling the strings again. Using Danny Domino’s intensity to eliminate someone she doesn’t want in the title picture.
FIASCO (Commentary V.O.): Brilliant management! Get your dogs to do the dirty work! Brice Brantley has officially been put on notice. He’s facing a very motivated Danny Domino in a couple of weeks!
(FADE OUT)
Victory Cup First Round Match
Victor Holland vs. Dylan MacLeod
The arena lights shift to a bright, vibrant white and gold.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): It is time for your Main Event! The final first-round match in the Victory Cup Tournament!
A soaring, orchestral rock theme hits. The crowd explodes with cheers.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Introducing first! Weighing in at 210 pounds, he is —DYLAN MACLEOD!
DYLAN MACLEOD rushes to the ring, pumping his fists, a huge smile on his face. He’s dressed in electric blue and white gear, radiating energy and athleticism. MacLeod is a high-flyer and a fan favorite, bouncing off the ropes and waving to all sides of the arena. He gets a loud, enthusiastic reception.
SLOAN: What a main event to cap off the first night of the Victory Cup! Two of the most respected fan favorites in the sVo going head-to-head! Dylan MacLeod is lightning fast, Julian, and he has to use that speed to offset the power of his opponent.
FIASCO: I like MacLeod, he’s got flash, he’s got energy. But Sloan, he’s got a huge target on his back against a man who is tailor-made for tournament wrestling. MacLeod is going to run out of runway very quickly tonight.
MUSIC: A hard-hitting, motivational hip-hop track starts up. The crowd cheers even louder, reserving their biggest pop for the challenger.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): And his opponent! —VICTOR HOLLAND!
VIDEO: VICTOR HOLLAND emerges. He’s a powerful, charismatic athlete with a chiseled physique, dressed in black and orange. He poses on the ramp, his face conveying serious focus. Holland high-fives the fans at ringside and slides into the ring, where he receives the final, thunderous reaction of the night. Holland and MacLeod shake hands in the center of the ring, a gesture of respect before the war.
SLOAN: Respectful, but intense! Holland is a world-class athlete, and he’s looking to add the Victory Cup trophy to his shelf. We are expecting a classic here, folks.
FIASCO: This has ‘Showdown Main Event’ written all over it. Let’s see which of these aerial assassins can stick the landing!
Referee Lukas signals for the bell. The match begins.
The two men circle each other. They lock up, and the action is immediately fast-paced. They exchange quick, intricate chain wrestling holds—an arm drag by MacLeod, countered by a head-scissors takedown by Holland. Both men pop up to their feet, acknowledging the technical skill with a nod.
SLOAN: What a feeling-out process! Both men knowing each other well!
The pace quickens. MacLeod hits a succession of agile maneuvers, forcing Holland to the outside with a quick Dropkick. MacLeod runs the ropes and hits a spectacular Tope Suicida through the ropes, wiping out Holland on the floor! The crowd is on its feet!
FIASCO: There’s the MacLeod we know! Air traffic control has cleared the runway!
MacLeod throws Holland back in, goes for a Springboard Moonsault but Holland moves! Holland is quicker than expected, catching MacLeod on the rebound and delivering a devastating German Suplex with a bridge!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! (MacLeod kicks out!)
SLOAN: MacLeod barely got the shoulder up! Holland showing his explosive power!
Holland transitions the offense, utilizing his strength advantage. He executes a Snap Powerslam, then locks in a painful Rear Chin Lock, grinding down MacLeod. MacLeod fights back to his feet, elbowing his way out of the hold.
FIASCO: Grind him down, Holland! Use that strength! That high-flying nonsense is too risky!
MacLeod rallies, hitting a spinning enzuigiri that stuns Holland. MacLeod climbs the turnbuckle, looking for his big finish. He launches himself for a Diving Foot Stomp! Holland rolls out of the way just in time! MacLeod crashes and burns!
SLOAN: He missed! That’s a huge mistake! MacLeod is clutching his knee!
Holland immediately capitalizes, dragging the injured MacLeod up. He signals for his finisher. He executes a massive Vertical Suplex and holds MacLeod in the air for a dramatic pause before spiking him down into a Falcon Arrow! He covers!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! (MacLeod kicks out again!)
FIASCO: That was almost the end! How does MacLeod keep kicking out?!
SLOAN: Pure heart, Julian! He will not quit!
Both men are exhausted. They trade desperate strikes in the center of the ring—forearm for forearm, chop for chop. MacLeod gains the advantage, pushing Holland into the ropes and hitting his MacLeod Driver—a lightning-fast spinning piledriver! He collapses onto the cover!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! (Holland kicks out just before three!)
SLOAN: The MacLeod Driver! Holland kicked out! I can’t believe it! The pace of this match is phenomenal!
MacLeod is devastated, sitting up in disbelief. He crawls to the corner, shaking his head. Holland slowly rises to his feet, sensing the final moment. Holland executes a perfect, powerful T-Bone Suplex, spiking MacLeod on his neck. Holland immediately drags MacLeod to the top turnbuckle.
FIASCO: It’s time! Holland is going up top!
Holland climbs high, steadies himself, and leaps for his aerial finisher, the Skyfall Corkscrew 450 Splash! He connects perfectly with the maneuver!
SLOAN: SKYFALL! He hit it! It’s over!
Holland hooks the leg, covering MacLeod.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Holland’s theme hits the PA system.
RING ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The winner of this match, and advancing to the next round of the Victory Cup… VICTOR HOLLAND!
Holland slowly rolls off MacLeod, his chest heaving, showing the effort of the victory. He helps MacLeod to his feet, and the two men embrace in a show of respect. The crowd gives a standing ovation to both competitors. Holland raises MacLeod’s arm, then his own, before the camera focuses on Holland’s triumphant, yet weary, expression.
FIASCO: What a match! Victor Holland survives an absolute thriller! He barely squeaks past MacLeod, but he gets the job done and moves one step closer to Ultimate Victory 2025!
SLOAN: A narrow, but well-earned victory for Victor Holland. The Victory Cup field just got a lot tougher, and tonight, the road to Ultimate Victory truly began! We’ll see you all next week for more sVo Showdown!
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