sVo Showdown 246
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 2nd November 2025
This is sVo Showdown 246, live from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena on the bustling Las Vegas Strip!
The camera pans across the state-of-the-art arena, catching the shimmering lights of the Las Vegas Strip outside before settling on the packed, roaring crowd inside the venue. On the giant LED screens, the sVo Showdown logo spins as a hard-hitting, cinematic theme blasts through the sound system.
Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco are seated ringside at the announce table.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Welcome, everyone, to Showdown! We are live from the incredible Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada! Last week, we witnessed the spectacle that was Ultimate Victory 2025, and tonight, the fallout begins right here!
JULIAN FIASCO: Fallout? Jeremiah, this whole company is in chaos! We have a new sVo Champion, a new Tag Team Champion, and frankly, a whole lot of violence that is spilling over from last week. And let me tell you, I love every minute of it!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The biggest story, without a doubt, is the main event of Ultimate Victory. Carlos Vasquez, “The Miami Maverick,” has done it! He defeated the reigning champion, Kenneth D. Williams, to capture the sVo Championship!
JULIAN FIASCO: The “South Beach Sensation” is sitting on top of the mountain, and you could not find a more magnetic, flashier champion! He is exactly what this company needs as its main champion! But let’s not forget how hard that match was on Williams, who is a huge risk-taker in the ring.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Meanwhile, Alex Sterling, “Hollywood’s Favorite Villain”, won the Victory Cup tournament final against the hometown hero Jason Martel. Sterling, always arrogant and theatrical, now holds a guaranteed shot at the sVo Championship!
JULIAN FIASCO: And he deserved it! Sterling is strategic, deceptive, and he plays to the cameras better than anyone else. He is Box Office Gold, and now he’s got a ticket to the main event! Martel is a great, humble kid, but Sterling is simply better at the game.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That championship chaos wasn’t even the most shocking moment, Julian. We saw the SEC defeat The Enforcers for the Tag Team Championships, and in the aftermath, Brice Brantley brutally powerbombed sVo Chief Operating Officer Amy Page.
JULIAN FIASCO: I mean, the optics of that were terrible, Jeremiah, but Amy Page is known for getting what she wants and doing whatever it takes to win. You simply cannot put your hands on the COO, and tonight, I fully expect Scott Washington and Rick Reid, “The Enforcers” who serve as her personal hired guns, to be looking for vengeance. They are a dangerous, brutal team!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And finally, a devastating moment of mentor vs. protégé, where the veteran CJ Dreamer was forced to use a referee stoppage to defeat his former student in brutal fashion. The question is, what is next for Dreamer, a man known for his dedication to mentoring younger talent?
JULIAN FIASCO: What’s next? He keeps doing what he does best: throwing hands and getting the job done. Dreamer is a survivor.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: A lot of moving parts tonight, not to mention the rumors swirling all day about new talent arriving here in the sVo. New players and new feuds begin right now! Let’s get this show started!
Ringside
The music hits, and the Goodfellas Casino Arena explodes! “Welcome to Miami” by Will Smith blares over the speakers, drowning out the initial crowd roar!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Speak of the devil! Here he is! Your new, sVo Champion, Carlos “The Miami Maverick” Vasquez! The “South Beach Sensation” is carrying the gold he earned at Ultimate Victory!
The Miami Maverick saunters onto the ramp, a white suit jacket slung over his shoulder and a confident, magnetic smirk plastered across his face. He holds the sVo Championship high above his head with one hand, the gold catching the arena lights. The crowd noise is deafening; he is a massive fan favorite.
JULIAN FIASCO: Look at that! The arrogance, the style! That is what a champion should look like, Jeremiah! He’s dazzling and magnetic, and the people love him! He deserves to soak this in.
Vasquez takes his time, occasionally kissing the belt and giving a wink to the hard camera, soaking in the cheers and adoration. He finally slides into the ring, takes the microphone, and stands beneath the spotlights, the crowd still buzzing with electric energy.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (Smiles, a look of pure triumph on his face) Las Vegas! Showdown! Look at this! This is not a dream. This is not a movie. This is my reality! I beat the man, Kenneth D. Williams, and now, this kingdom… this Sanctioned Violence Organization… belongs to “The Miami Maverick!”
The fans cheer wildly. He holds the championship belt up again.
CARLOS VASQUEZ: You see this, Kenny? This title, it is gold! It is everything I ever said it would be! And now, like Tony Montana said: The World is Mine! No one, not a single soul in that locker room, has the finesse, the flair, or the Miami Vice Kick to take this away from me! (He poses with the belt on his shoulder)
The crowd roars their approval, but before Vasquez can continue, a slow, familiar melody hits the speakers. “Lights, Camera, Action” begins, accompanied by a wave of nuclear heat from the crowd.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh, here we go. The buzzkill is here.
JULIAN FIASCO: Speaking of showmen! Alex Sterling, “Hollywood’s Favorite Villain”, is coming out! The Victory Cup winner!
The self-proclaimed “LA Luminary” strides onto the stage, wearing his signature gold-accented ring gear and designer sunglasses. He dramatically removes the sunglasses and throws a mock Oscar-acceptance pose to a chorus of boos and groans. In his hand, he carries the huge, glittering trophy from the Victory Cup tournament.
ALEX STERLING: (Holding a microphone out and smirking at the Champion) Stop the music! Cut! Cut the whole damn sequence, we need a better director! Carlos, my main man, you are holding the biggest award in this company, but you are absolutely butchering your monologue! It lacks pizzazz! It lacks drama! You’re a supporting actor, not the leading man!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Sterling just cannot let anyone have a moment of glory, can he? He’s arrogant to his core.
JULIAN FIASCO: He’s right, Jeremiah! Everything he does is an awards-worthy performance! He won the tournament, he earned the right to steal this scene!
Sterling slowly, theatrically, enters the ring and walks a circle around the champion, admiring the sVo Championship before tapping his own trophy.
ALEX STERLING: This little accessory right here, The Victory Cup… this represents my guaranteed, contractually obligated, title shot. And you, my friend, are standing on the set of my next, and greatest, box office smash! (He holds the trophy high)
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (Standing his ground, glaring at Sterling) Sterling, you’re looking a little past your big moment. You won a little trophy. I won the title! And I promise you, I will make you tap out before you can even remember your next film quote!
ALEX STERLING: Oh, I remember my quotes, Carlos. And the biggest one is yet to come. I’ve already signed the contract to challenge you for that sVo Championship at the Seasons Beatings 2025 PPV on December 21st! I am not coming for your title tonight, I am coming for your title when the lights are brightest! You can enjoy the gold for now, Miami. But on December 21st, this whole arena will hear me yell, “That’s a wrap!” when I deliver the Box Office Smash and take your championship!
Sterling throws his arm out in a dismissive gesture. Vasquez steps right into his face, their eyes locked in a ferocious, unblinking staredown. The champion nods slowly, accepting the challenge. The crowd is on its feet, sensing the massive rivalry just ignited.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Wow! There it is! The challenge has been issued! Carlos Vasquez vs. Alex Sterling for the sVo Championship at Seasons Beatings!
JULIAN FIASCO: This is the big money match! The biggest name in the company versus Hollywood’s greatest star! This is what the fans deserve!
The two opponents remain nose-to-nose, separated only by the glittering gold of the sVo Championship and the Victory Cup trophy, as the lights on the two men intensify before the scene fades to black.
Backstage
The scene cuts away from the ring to a dimly lit, tension-filled hallway backstage. Jon Page, the CEO of Sanctioned Violence and elder brother to Amy Page, is standing stone-faced, leaning on a temporary production desk. His suit is immaculate, but his posture is rigid with barely contained fury. Standing across from him are The Enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, both massive, silent, and looking distinctly uncomfortable in their failure.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: We are taking you backstage now, where the CEO of the entire Sanctioned Violence group, Jon Page, is set to address the situation with his sister, Amy Page, following that despicable attack by Brice Brantley last week.
JULIAN FIASCO: This man is not a wrestling personality, Jeremiah. Jon Page is a legitimate corporate power player. For him to step out like this, you know this situation is serious.
Jon Page takes a deep breath, his voice low and guttural with rage.
JON PAGE: You know why I’m here. My sister, Amy Page, the COO of this company, is in a Las Vegas hospital right now. She’s stable, but she is out indefinitely. All because of a two-bit anarchist named Brice Brantley.
He slams his hand on the desk, startling the two towering Enforcers. Washington and Reid remain silent, their eyes fixed on Page.
JON PAGE: Last week, Amy was counting on you. She paid you an obscene amount of money to be her security detail, her enforcers! You failed. You failed her in the ring, and you failed her when Brice Brantley put her neck on a shelf with that heinous powerbomb!
SCOTT WASHINGTON: (His deep voice is a low growl) Sir, we were dealing with…
JON PAGE: (Cutting him off with a venomous snarl) Silence! I don’t care what you were dealing with! You are Scott Washington and Rick Reid! You are supposed to be the most dominant, violent, unstoppable team in this company! And you let a single opportunistic maniac cripple my family! You let him turn the Tag Team Championships into a joke!
RICK REID: (Slightly stepping forward, his jaw clenched) We will fix this, Jon. We’ll take the belts back.
JON PAGE: You don’t get to fix this. You had your chance. I have spent the last 48 hours talking to my sister, and now I am acting on her behalf, and frankly, on my own sense of violent vengeance. And I’ve made calls that you two couldn’t even dream of making.
Jon Page straightens his tie, his eyes cold and hard.
JON PAGE: You two were supposed to be the iron fist of the sVo. You proved you’re nothing more than a limp wrist. So, in Amy’s absence, I will be bringing in actual muscle. I am importing a force of nature to this company, a team with a proven, violent track record. A team that knows how to put people in the hospital. The SEC has two minutes to enjoy those titles before they realize the price of their victory just went up a thousand-fold.
He looks at Washington and Reid one last time, a look of profound disappointment.
JON PAGE: You two go home. You failed. The new management is in town.
Jon Page walks away, leaving Washington and Reid staring at each other, their faces a mixture of wounded pride, resentment, and a dawning sense of replacement. The camera holds on the two behemoths, their careers now suddenly in question.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Jon Page is not playing games! He is furious, and he is looking for blood!
JULIAN FIASCO: This is the corporate war you talk about, Jeremiah! The CEO is mobilizing! Who is he bringing in? This company just got a whole lot more dangerous!
The screen fades back to the announce table.
Tag Team Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. The Southern Boys
The commentary team is fired up as the action prepares to get underway!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The tag division is on fire, Julian, and here we go with a match that pits two teams who love to cheat against one another!
JULIAN FIASCO: And the audience hates them both, Jeremiah! But that’s what makes for compelling television! The Sin City Scoundrels are a flashy pair of little rats, and The Southern Boys are just plain dirty, led by the wicked Haley Dallas!
The menacing, hard-hitting West Coast Hip-Hop beat fused with hard rock guitar riffs hits, and the boos immediately rain down!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here come The Enforcers… wait, that’s not right…
JULIAN FIASCO: It’s “Dangerous” Dan Williams and “Dastardly” Dave Miller, The Southern Boys , and they’re bringing that Texas attitude to Vegas!
“Dangerous” Dan Williams —tall, rugged, wearing his hat and jeans —stalks out first, followed by “Dastardly” Dave Miller , who is chewing gum and smirking, throwing mock middle fingers to the crowd. Accompanying them is their sharp manager, Haley Dallas. Williams is the ruthless brawler , while Miller is the scheming mouth of the operation. The crowd is hostile, showering them with boos.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Despite their manager’s presence, these two failed to hold onto the Tag Team gold. They should be laser-focused tonight.
JULIAN FIASCO: Miller is the brain, Williams is the bruise. They are a dangerous combination, Jeremiah, even if they are about as subtle as a punch to the face.
A brand new, original theme with a sleazy, high-energy rock riff with distorted guitar and chaotic drums hits the speakers!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here come their opponents! The Sin City Scoundrels, Michael Sexton and Lucas Sexton, looking to climb the ladder here on Showdown!
JULIAN FIASCO: The hometown boys who everybody loves to hate! They thrive on bending the rules, using their high-flying ability and cocky arrogance to win! They are wrestling’s embodiment of the Las Vegas sleaze!
The Sin City Scoundrels —Michael and Lucas Sexton —saunter onto the ramp. They are dressed in flashy, custom gear, mocking the fans with exaggerated high-fives and winks. They are a high-flying tag specialist team , known for their scuzzy, arrogant energy.
The bell rings. Lucas Sexton starts against “Dastardly” Dave Miller. Miller immediately shows his “Dastardly” side, going for a low blow attempt, but Lucas leaps back just in time, rolling under the shot. Lucas uses his speed to hit a sharp Tilt-a-Whirl Arm Drag, sending Miller stumbling! Tag to Michael Sexton.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Fast pace right out of the gate from the Scoundrels! Miller trying to slow things down with a cheap shot, but the Scoundrels are too quick!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s the problem with Miller! He relies on the dirty tricks too early! These boys came up in the lucha scene; they live at this speed!
Michael is all flash and speed , hitting a Springboard Moonsault onto a stunned Miller for a near fall. Miller kicks out, but the pace has him reeling. He scrambles toward his corner, tagging in the brute, Dan Williams.
Williams, the much larger man , barrels in. Michael tries a quick Running Neckbreaker , but Williams shoves him away with pure size and Texas toughness. Williams catches Michael and chops him hard across the chest, knocking the wind out of the smaller man!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh! That Texas-sized boot from Williams just wiped Michael out! This is what Williams does—punish, punish, punish!
Williams begins the slow, punishing offense, trapping Michael in the Southern Boys’ corner and repeatedly driving his shoulder into Michael’s midsection. He throws the smaller man across the ring with a Back Suplex. Williams tags Miller back in.
Miller takes his time, taunting the audience before executing a Running Knee Strike to the head of Michael, who is draped over the middle rope. Miller then distracts Referee Brett Lukas, allowing Haley Dallas to deliver a rake across Michael’s eyes on the outside!
JULIAN FIASCO: Yes! That’s the strategy! Miller is the schemer , and Haley Dallas is the orchestrator! This is tag team wrestling at its most dastardly!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That’s low! And now referee Brett Lukas is checking on Miller, as he’s known to get a little star-struck.
Michael Sexton manages to duck under a clothesline and uses the momentum to hit a Springboard Moonsault off the second rope, landing perfectly on Miller! Both men are down! Michael crawls toward his corner, desperately tagging in Lucas!
Lucas comes in like a blur! He hits Williams with a Running Knee Strike that knocks the big man off the apron! Then, he turns to Miller, who is barely back to his feet, and hits a lightning-quick Tornado DDT! One, two—Miller barely kicks out!
The action spills to the outside. Lucas attempts a Plancha to the Outside onto Williams, but Williams sidesteps! Lucas crashes hard into the barricade!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Big mistake by Lucas! He missed the mark, and Williams is unforgiving!
Williams rolls Lucas back in, staggering, and tags Miller. Miller quickly capitalizes on the damage: he hits a Swinging Neckbreaker and signals for the finish. He shouts at Williams, who slides in while the referee is dazed. Double-Team combination by The Southern Boys! They attempt a double-team move, but Lucas ducks!
Lucas pushes Miller into Williams, sending Williams crashing into the corner! Lucas runs the ropes and hits a Flashy Superkick on Miller! Miller stumbles, trying to stay vertical. Lucas tags Michael in!
Michael runs across the ring, hitting Williams with a dropkick to keep him down. Michael then turns, and Lucas grabs Miller in a wristlock! Double-Team Setup! Lucas spins Miller into position, and Michael executes the Scoundrelcanrana, a lightning-fast frankensteiner!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Scoundrelcanrana! One! Two! Kick out by Miller!
Miller kicks out! Lucas, seeing the referee recovering, quickly grabs a handful of Miller’s tights, wrenching them down to prevent any escape! The referee, now distracted by Haley Dallas yelling at Williams on the outside, doesn’t see the hold!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s it! Get him, Lucas! Hold those tights! The referee is blind!
Michael quickly covers Miller again, using the referee’s distraction. Lucas holds the tights tight from the outside! One! Two! Three!
DING! DING! DING!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: They did it! The Sin City Scoundrels win with a handful of tights! It was an absolute sleazy win, but a win nonetheless!
Michael and Lucas Sexton quickly roll out of the ring, celebrating their win up the ramp, holding their arms up to a chorus of boos. Miller, furious, realizes he was cheated and immediately screams at the retreating Scoundrels. Williams looks on from the apron, glaring in quiet, seething defeat.
Backstage
The camera tracks back to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, is standing with a microphone, a look of intrigue on her face. Standing next to her is a woman with an undeniable aura of expensive, arrogant confidence: “Platinum” Emily Shaw.
Shaw is dressed impeccably in custom ring attire that looks like it cost more than the average car payment, adorned with shimmering, platinum accents. Her chin is held high, projecting an air of absolute superiority.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Backstage now, as we’re joined by Katie Smith, who looks to have snagged an exclusive interview with the massive name we’ve all been buzzing about!
JULIAN FIASCO: Is this is the corporate muscle Jon Page was talking about, Jeremiah? A huge free-agent signing!
KATIE SMITH: Welcome, Emily. It’s been the topic of conversation all week: your contract with Dynasty Wrestling in London expired, and now, after weeks of speculation, you have officially signed with the sVo. The fans are desperate to know: why now, and why the sVo?
EMILY SHAW: (A slow, condescending smile spreads across her face. Her English accent is sharp, cutting, and dripping with disdain.) Katie, darling, please. Let’s start with the basics. I am “Platinum” Emily Shaw. The reason I am here is quite simple: I needed a new stage to showcase my talent, and frankly, I needed a new bank account to deposit my money.
KATIE SMITH: Dynasty Wrestling had a very strong division. Was there a specific reason you felt the need to make this jump to Las Vegas?
EMILY SHAW: (She lets out a small, scoffing laugh.) London was simply too small. The talent pool became… stagnant. The competition became dreadfully boring. I looked around, and realized I was head and shoulders above everyone else. I am Platinum. Everyone else was bronze at best. The sVo is the next challenge because, quite frankly, this place needs a serious shake-up.
She gestures around the backstage area with a flick of her wrist, as if dismissing the entire infrastructure.
EMILY SHAW: I’ve been watching the sVo product, and it’s all a bit… dusty. A bit common. You have a few women who think they’re hot commodities, but they lack the poise, the skill, the Platinum Standard I bring. I am here to elevate this division, and by “elevate,” I mean step on every single person on my way to the top.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Wow. No subtlety there, Julian.
JULIAN FIASCO: Why would there be? She’s the best! You don’t get a nickname like “Platinum” by being humble, Jeremiah! She’s here to collect championships!
KATIE SMITH: You mention stepping on people. We have a very hungry roster. Who exactly are you targeting first, Emily?
EMILY SHAW: (She leans into the microphone, a predatory glint in her eye.) Oh, Katie, you didn’t hear? My debut match is next! I signed the contract barely an hour ago, and the first match on my list is already set. I don’t care who it is. All they need to know is that they are the very first rung on my ladder to the sVo Championship. I am not here to make friends. I am not here to be a tourist. I am here to take over, and this entire company is about to be forced to adapt to the Platinum Era.
She gives a cold, hard glare straight into the camera.
EMILY SHAW: Tell all those little girls in the locker room to put their slippers on, because their glass ceiling just got shattered by a very expensive pair of boots.
Shaw turns on her heel and walks off, leaving Katie Smith alone and slightly stunned in the shot.
KATIE SMITH: Well, there you have it. “Platinum” Emily Shaw is here, and she is set for action… right now!
Single Match
Noah Rogan vs Platinum Emily Shaw
The arena lights shift to a bright, almost blinding white, underscoring the sudden shift in mood.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Alright, let’s go! Time for the long-anticipated debut of “Platinum” Emily Shaw! And her opponent, already in the ring, is Noah Rogan!
JULIAN FIASCO: Rogan! The man who thinks he’s above everybody else, the “Genius of the Ring”! He is cold, clinical, and loves to spoil a party! If anyone can derail a high-profile debut, it’s him!
Noah Rogan—the cold, calculating master of psychology—is already pacing the ring, wearing a look of annoyed impatience. He is the heel that prides himself on outsmarting his opponents, using precise submissions and manipulation. He barely acknowledges the crowd.
The arena plunges into darkness. The sound system plays a low, echoing gong before being shattered by the opening riff of “Platinum” Emily Shaw’s entrance music—a dramatic, sweeping electronic composition with a pulsing beat.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here she comes! The Platinum Era begins now!
Emily Shaw struts onto the ramp, tossing her hair with theatrical flair. She poses briefly, basking in the spotlight and the mixed reception of cheers from those curious and boos from those who already hate her arrogance. She moves with an undeniable confidence, looking directly at Rogan with a sneer of pure superiority.
JULIAN FIASCO: She carries herself like royalty, Jeremiah. She is the standard now! Rogan needs to remember he’s fighting a superstar, not just another opponent!
Shaw takes her time, slowly walking around the perimeter of the ring before finally stepping through the ropes. She hands her pristine coat to a ringside assistant with a look of utter disdain. Referee Brett Lukas checks both competitors. Lukas looks slightly hesitant and intimidated by Shaw’s presence.
The bell rings.
Rogan, immediately adopting his cold, clinical approach, attempts a quick Single Leg Takedown. Shaw, however, shows off her high-level technical background, easily twisting out of the move and planting her feet. She glares at Rogan, her face conveying, “You seriously thought that would work?”
EMILY SHAW: (Yelling at Rogan) Pathetic!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Shaw is not intimidated! She respects Rogan’s skill, but she clearly believes her own is superior! She is already playing the mind games!
Rogan, annoyed by the showboating, charges. Shaw sidesteps with a graceful, almost balletic movement, driving a vicious European Uppercut right beneath Rogan’s jaw! Rogan stumbles back, momentarily stunned.
Shaw immediately follows up, driving a series of sharp kicks into Rogan’s midsection, followed by a Snap Suplex that plants Rogan hard on the mat. One, two—kick out!
JULIAN FIASCO: Look at the crispness of her offense! No wasted motion! That’s the kind of precision you get from the top European circuits!
Shaw continues her tactical assault, focusing on grounding Rogan to negate his mind games. She drives a stiff forearmacross the back of his neck, then locks in a painful Crossface Chickenwing, trying to force an early submission. Rogan rolls through, using his leverage to escape and desperately scramble to his feet.
Rogan finally gets an opening. As Shaw charges him near the ropes, Rogan executes his classic Trip-Up, sending Shaw crashing back-first onto the second rope. He then quickly transitions, grabbing Shaw’s legs and spinning her out to deliver a Sharp Knee Drop onto her exposed back.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Ah! There is the calculating nature of Rogan! He found the physical weak spot and he pounced! He is trying to punish that spine!
Rogan now takes control, slowing the match to his pace. He applies a deep Headlock, squeezing the blood out of Shaw’s head, methodically draining her energy. He whispers taunts to her while maintaining the lock.
NOAH ROGAN: (Muttering) Too flashy, too slow, too simple. This is my ring.
Shaw fights back, using her power and technique to gradually get to her feet. She manages to break the grip with a series of well-placed elbow strikes to Rogan’s ribs. She pushes him off, only for Rogan to catch her return charge with a wicked Spinebuster! The crowd groans.
JULIAN FIASCO: Rogan is a master of counter-wrestling! He had that measured perfectly! He is trying to humble her in front of the sVo faithful!
Rogan goes for his patented submission, the Perfectplex (a bridging German Suplex). He hooks her arms—but Shaw fights it, wriggling free! She shoves Rogan into the turnbuckle and uses the brief reprieve to hit a dazzling Double Knee Strike to his chest!
Rogan collapses, dazed. Shaw seizes the opportunity. She lifts the struggling Rogan, plants him firmly in the center of the ring, and begins setting up her finisher.
She hooks Rogan’s head, spins him quickly, and delivers the Platinum Cutter—a devastating Sit-Out Facebuster that spikes Rogan’s head into the canvas!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Platinum Cutter! It is over!
Shaw immediately hooks the leg, covering Rogan tightly.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And that’s it! “Platinum” Emily Shaw wins her debut match here on Showdown! A fantastic, decisive victory over a very difficult, technical opponent!
JULIAN FIASCO: She talked the talk, and she walked the walk! That was a statement, Jeremiah! The Platinum Era has officially begun, and every woman in that locker room is now on notice!
Emily Shaw stands over the defeated Noah Rogan, her chest out, refusing to even look at him. She signals for a microphone from ringside, which is quickly tossed to her.
EMILY SHAW: (Her voice is slightly breathy, but filled with triumph) Did you see that? That… that was just an appetizer. The sVo is my main course, and I will devour it piece by piece! Get ready to bow down, because the Queen of this entire organization has arrived!
Shaw drops the microphone and holds her arms out wide, taking in the spotlight, utterly dominating the segment as the broadcast cuts away.
Backstage
The camera returns backstage, finding Katie Smith standing near a makeshift set piece. The atmosphere is noticeably heavier and colder than the one surrounding Emily Shaw’s interview.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: We turn our attention now to a very serious matter. Last week, CJ Dreamer absolutely destroyed his former protégé, Ricky Johnson, forcing a referee stoppage. The level of violence… it was unsettling.
JULIAN FIASCO: Unsettling? It was a masterpiece of ring psychology and violence! Dreamer showed that boy exactly what happens when you turn your back on your mentor!
CJ Dreamer steps into the frame. He is imposing, even in his street clothes, projecting an aura of contained, dangerous intensity. He is the vicious heel who believes he is always right, a man defined by his uncompromising dedication to the “integrity” of professional wrestling. His expression is one of grim satisfaction.
KATIE SMITH: Mr. Dreamer, thank you for joining us. Last week at Ultimate Victory, your match against Ricky Johnson ended by referee stoppage. It was a brutal, hard-to-watch victory. Can you describe what was going through your mind as you delivered that vicious assault to a man you once considered a pupil?
CJ DREAMER: (His voice is low, gravelly, and utterly devoid of emotion.) “Assault”? Katie, please. Let’s use the correct terminology. It was an education. It was a surgical necessity. Ricky Johnson believed he was ready to step out of my shadow. He believed he had reached the summit. I had to show him that the summit is still miles above his head, and the foundation he was standing on… was built by me.
KATIE SMITH: But why the cruelty? Why did you inflict that kind of trauma? The referee had to step in because of the severity of the damage.
CJ DREAMER: Cruelty is a weak term. It was discipline. I tried to teach Ricky respect, effort, and the uncompromising dedication this business demands. He became soft. He started listening to the whispers of the crowd, the fleeting praise of social media. He started to believe the hype, and he forgot the fundamentals.
Dreamer slowly runs his hand over his chin, his eyes hard and distant.
CJ DREAMER: The only way to save a career that has gone soft is to harden it again. I broke Ricky Johnson down not because I enjoy violence, but because I demand perfection. When I finished, he lay there, a broken shell. But I guarantee you, the next time he gets up, he will remember every single lesson I hammered into him. The stoppage was the referee’s choice, not mine. I would have continued until he understood.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That’s chilling, Julian. He views physical destruction as a mentorship tool.
JULIAN FIASCO: It’s the highest form of tough love, Jeremiah! Dreamer is the last of a dying breed! He’s telling the truth! Ricky Johnson will be better for this, even if it cost him a few months of his career!
KATIE SMITH: Now that your rivalry with Johnson appears to be concluded, at least for the time being, what is next for CJ Dreamer? Do you intend to mentor someone else, or will you shift your focus to a championship?
CJ DREAMER: (A subtle, contemptuous sneer.) Mentorship? The next person I take under my wing will have to prove they possess an iron will, not a brittle spine like Ricky’s. As for the championships… they are simply trophies for those who excel. I will acquire the gold when I decide the current holder is worthy of losing it to me.
He pauses, staring directly at the camera with an intense, unblinking focus.
CJ DREAMER: Tonight, I am watching. I am observing the flaws, the weaknesses, and the soft spots of everyone on this roster. And when I see a champion who has become too comfortable, too content… I will step in. And when I step in, the education begins all over again.
Dreamer steps away from Katie Smith without another word, his menacing presence filling the hallway as he disappears into the shadows.
KATIE SMITH: Well, that was… a very clear warning shot fired across the bow of every champion in the sVo.
Single Match
Kenneth D Williams vs Jacob Izaz
The lights shift back to the ring, bathing the canvas in a warm, intense glow.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: We are back, and this next match carries significant emotional weight, Julian. After losing the sVo Championship last week, Kenneth D. Williams needs a decisive victory tonight to rebuild momentum.
JULIAN FIASCO: Momentum? He needs to prove he hasn’t been mentally broken by losing the biggest prize in the business, Jeremiah! And he is walking into a hornet’s nest with Jacob Izaz!
A high-energy, dark EDM track with heavy bass and sharp synth bursts hits the speakers.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here comes a man who is part of the infamous Generation Joint faction! This is Jacob Izaz, accompanied tonight by his stablemate, Jay Adder!
Jacob Izaz—the cocky, high-flying, athletic member of the Generation Joint—struts out, wearing a smarmy grin. He is the arrogant heel who believes he is the future and everyone else is obsolete. His partner, the intense, silent powerhouse Jay Adder, walks a few steps behind him, a menacing presence providing heavy security.
JULIAN FIASCO: Izaz is one of the most athletically gifted men in this company, and with Jay Adder watching his back, he feels untouchable! They are trying to establish dominance over the entire roster!
Izaz takes his time climbing the ropes, yelling down at the fans that they are watching the future. Adder remains stoic at ringside, his eyes never leaving the entrance ramp.
The arena lights momentarily flash red and blue before being replaced by a triumphant, driving rock and hip-hop blend. The crowd comes alive with a massive roar!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here he is! The former sVo Champion! Looking to bounce back from that devastating loss at Ultimate Victory! Kenneth D. Williams!
Kenneth D. Williams—‘The Human Highlight Reel’—charges onto the ramp, his face etched with grim determination. Williams is the explosive face known for his thrilling, high-risk offense and his ability to pull victory from the jaws of defeat. He stops only briefly to stare at the title he no longer holds on the monitor, then focuses his intense energy on the ring.
JULIAN FIASCO: He looks like a man possessed, Jeremiah. The question is, does that fire lead to a win, or does it lead to a reckless mistake that Izaz will capitalize on?
Williams slides into the ring, immediately locking eyes with Izaz. The tension is palpable, as these two have a history—Izaz and Adder were once proteges of Williams before they turned on him to form Generation Joint.
The bell rings. Williams immediately charges Izaz with a fury the crowd hasn’t seen from him in months.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Williams wasting no time! He is all aggression!
Williams drives Izaz into the corner with shoulder tackles, unleashing a rapid-fire succession of chops and forearms. Izaz, shocked by the intensity, tries to fend him off, but Williams is relentless, fueled by anger and the need for redemption. Williams whips Izaz across the ring and drops him with a huge Spinning Heel Kick!
Williams goes for the quick cover! One, two—Izaz kicks out, scrambling quickly to the ropes.
JULIAN FIASCO: This isn’t the methodical Williams we know! This is raw emotion! Izaz needs to weather this storm!
Izaz quickly takes a moment to regroup with Jay Adder at ringside. Adder gives his partner a stern, silent instruction, and Izaz slides back in, a sly smirk returning to his face. Izaz starts using his speed and arrogance, dodging a charging clothesline and hitting Williams with a quick, flashy Dropkick to the knee.
Izaz grounds Williams, implementing a slower, more deliberate offensive pattern designed to frustrate and control the Highlight Reel. Izaz hits a sharp Knee Drop to Williams’s previously injured shoulder.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Izaz is trying to take the explosiveness out of Williams’s offense by focusing on that shoulder. That’s the Generation Joint strategy: high intelligence mixed with aggression.
Izaz attempts a quick pin, using his feet on the ropes for leverage, but Referee Brett Lukas spots the blatant cheating and throws his count out! Izaz protests, yelling at the official.
JACOB IZAZ: (Shouting at Lukas) You’re embarrassing me! I’m the future!
Williams uses the distraction! He springs up and drops Izaz with a thunderous Bicycle Kick! Izaz stumbles, allowing Williams to hoist him onto his shoulders for the signature move.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He’s got him! The Highlight Reel is looking for the finish!
Williams spins Izaz around for the K-Bomb (Williams’s Running Lifting Sit-Out Spinebuster)! Izaz, desperate, rakes his fingers across Williams’s eyes just before the impact! Williams cries out, dropping Izaz!
JULIAN FIASCO: Filthy, but effective! Jay Adder taught him well! When Williams goes high-risk, Izaz goes low-blow!
Izaz capitalizes immediately, hitting a Springboard Moonsault off the top rope onto the dazed Williams! He makes the cover! One! Two! Williams kicks out at the last possible moment!
Izaz, furious, signals to Adder outside. Adder slips a small, foreign object to Izaz beneath the bottom rope while the referee is tending to Williams. Izaz palming the weapon, attempts to hit the former champion.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Look out! Izaz is reaching for something! He’s going to cheat!
Williams, realizing what’s happening, ducks the shot! He drives Izaz back into the ropes with a furious Clothesline! The foreign object falls to the canvas. As Izaz staggers, Williams hits a massive Pop-Up Powerbomb!
Izaz is down! Williams points to the corner! He climbs the ropes, fueled by adrenaline and the crowd’s energy. He leaps!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The 450 Splash! The Highlight Reel connects!
Williams lands with perfect impact! He makes the cover, hooking both legs!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Yes! Kenneth D. Williams defeats Jacob Izaz! A hard-fought, emotional victory for the former sVo Champion! He bounces back immediately!
Williams rises to his feet, clutching his shoulder but raising his arm in victory. His eyes scan the crowd, accepting their cheers of approval, the look of determination cemented on his face.
JULIAN FIASCO: He had to cheat to stop the cheater, but he got the win! He survived the Generation Joint attack and sends a message that the Highlight Reel is still elite!
Jay Adder, frustrated, slides into the ring and helps the groggy Izaz to the back, glaring back at Williams with a chilling look of promised revenge.
Ringside
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Kenneth D. Williams is celebrating! He got the win, he exorcised some demons from the loss at Ultimate Victory, and he’s heading back to the top!
Williams is standing in the center of the ring, still slightly winded, but accepting the cheers and applause from the Goodfellas Casino Arena crowd. A ringside hand slides a microphone under the bottom rope to him.
JULIAN FIASCO: This man knows how to connect, Jeremiah. He is a legitimate superstar, and he is trying to use this win to springboard right back into the title picture!
Williams raises the microphone, his chest still heaving from the incredible effort he just put in.
KENNETH D. WILLIAMS: Las Vegas! Showdown! This is what it’s all about! The last seven days… they’ve been hell. I stood in this ring a week ago as the sVo Champion, and tonight, I am standing here as the former champion. That loss at Ultimate Victory… it hurts! It cuts me deep!
The crowd responds with sympathetic cheers of support.
KENNETH D. WILLIAMS: But the thing about Kenneth D. Williams is that I don’t stay down! I don’t sit in the back and cry about what I lost! I get up, I dust myself off, and I go after what is mine! This win tonight against a dangerous opponent like Jacob Izaz—that is the first step on the ladder!
He points toward the giant screen displaying the sVo Championship logo.
KENNETH D. WILLIAMS: Carlos Vasquez, you are holding my belt! You are the champion I’m coming for! I promise every single one of you here tonight, and everyone watching at home: The Highlight Reel is not finished until I am back on top! I will be the sVo Champion again!
The crowd erupts with a massive wave of support. Williams throws his arm up in defiance, absorbing the energy.
BWOOM! BWOOM!
A heavy, industrial, ominous drumbeat suddenly cuts through the sound system, silencing the crowd instantly. The arena lights flash an intense, dark blue and black.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Wait a minute! Who is this? We’ve heard the rumors all night about new signings!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s not a sound I recognize! This feels different!
A huge, muscular figure in black and grey ring gear, looking utterly dominant and utterly furious, marches onto the stage. It is ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson. The crowd generates a collective gasp of disbelief and confusion.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That is—Angelo Anderson! The former DW Heavyweight Champion! He lost his title just a few weeks ago at their Titans PPV, and his contract with Dynasty Wrestling was rumored to be up! He is here in the sVo!
Anderson glares down the long ramp, his eyes fixed on Williams, who looks stunned but defiant in the ring. Anderson is a powerful, brutal powerhouse, moving with slow, deliberate menace.
JULIAN FIASCO: The biggest free agent in the entire world is standing on the sVo ramp! And he is staring down a fellow former World Champion! He is sending a message!
Anderson starts his intense, determined march toward the ring. Williams drops the microphone, adopting a fighting stance, sensing the imminent threat. Anderson slides under the bottom rope, not breaking eye contact.
The two former World Champions stand mere feet apart. Anderson doesn’t say a word. He simply nods once, a cold, challenging look in his eyes.
Suddenly, with a ferocious roar, Anderson explodes forward! He delivers a massive, sickening Clothesline from Hell that absolutely levels Williams! Williams collapses like a sack of bricks!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: OH MY GOD! It’s a full-on ambush! Angelo Anderson just destroyed Kenneth D. Williams!
Anderson immediately mounts the downed Williams, raining down vicious, hammering forearms onto the former champion’s head and neck! The crowd noise switches from shock to outright fury and fear.
JULIAN FIASCO: This is the brutality of Anderson! He is here to dominate and destroy! Is this what Jon Page meant?
Anderson grabs the defenseless Williams and hauls him up, effortlessly lifting the Human Highlight Reel onto his shoulder. Anderson carries him to the center of the ring.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He’s going for the finish! The Unbreakable End!
Anderson slams Williams down with his devastating finisher—the Spine Crushing Powerbomb! The impact shakes the ring, and Williams is completely motionless. Anderson stands over the fallen hero, towering over him, radiating unstoppable power.
Anderson looks around at the horrified audience, a single, cold drop of sweat visible on his brow. He kneels down, picks up Williams’s discarded microphone, and holds it up.
ANGELO ANDERSON: (His voice is deep and booming, carrying immense authority) You wanted the top? (He gestures to Williams) The top is now mine.
He drops the microphone onto the motionless body of Williams and slowly, menacingly, makes his way up the ramp as the medical team rushes to the aid of the former champion.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What a heinous act! Angelo Anderson has arrived in the sVo and just targeted the biggest fan favorite on the roster!
JULIAN FIASCO: The message is clear, Jeremiah: Out with the old, and in with the Unbreakable!
The screen focuses on the unmoving body of Kenneth D. Williams as the medical staff attends to him, fading to black with the ominous sound of Anderson’s receding theme music.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to a dimly lit, richly decorated office area—clearly an exclusive part of the Goodfellas Casino reserved for high rollers. The lighting is focused, casting sharp shadows.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Let’s go backstage one more time. We are seeing a shot of the Blood Money syndicate. These men are pure trouble, and they have the sVo Tag Team Championships on their mind.
JULIAN FIASCO: Trouble? Jeremiah, they are the smartest operation in the entire company! They don’t just wrestle; they run the entire game! You think that Tag Team Championship picture is messy now? Wait until these guys get involved.
The camera focuses on Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo, the core of Blood Money. They are dressed in expensive, custom-tailored Italian suits, exuding a dangerous air of quiet authority. Junior Gambino—the cold, calculating leader of the tag team—is leaning against a mahogany desk, slowly swirling a drink in a crystal glass. Nicky Columbo—the loyal, aggressive enforcer—is standing guard by the door, his face unreadable.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: (His voice is smooth, deep, and measured, carrying a heavy, confident New York accent.) Nicky, look at the mess. Just look at it.
NICKY COLUMBO: (Voice is clipped and direct.) Yeah, Junior. A real fiasco.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: Last week, we saw those animals—Brantley and his other mutts—they stole the Tag Team Championships. They used violence, yes, but they used it stupidly. They left a COO in the hospital, drawing the heat of Jon Page. Now we have the CEO himself stepping up, bringing in new muscle. Amateur hour.
Gambino takes a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the empty room.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: The SEC won the title with chaos. Jon Page will now try to solve the problem with more chaos. This is not how you run a legitimate operation. You eliminate threats strategically. You don’t make noise; you make money.
NICKY COLUMBO: So, what’s the move? We go after the SEC?
JUNIOR GAMBINO: Of course, we go after the titles, Nicky. But we don’t rush. The Tag Team division is a feeding frenzy right now. The SEC is distracted by their ill-gotten glory and the very real threat of Jon Page’s new muscle. The Enforcers are wounded and disgraced. The Southern Boys are still trying to figure out how to win clean.
Gambino finally stands up, setting his glass down with a precise clink.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: We wait for the sharks to start eating each other. We let Jon Page’s new playthings—whoever they are—soften up the SEC. We let the Enforcers get desperate. We observe the damage.
He looks directly at Columbo, a confident smirk spreading across his face.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: Then, when the chaos has peaked, and everyone is wounded, Blood Money steps in. We don’t take the titles, Nicky. We claim them. We show everyone in the sVo how a real, organized operation runs a business. We take the sVo Tag Team Championships, and we hold them forever. Because when you’re dealing with the streets, you don’t just win. You make sure the price of doing business is too high for anyone to try and take it back.
NICKY COLUMBO: (Nods once, completely understanding.) Got it, Junior. We wait for the right time to collect.
JUNIOR GAMBINO: Exactly. Now, let’s go watch the show. I want to see exactly how badly Jon Page messes this up.
The two men turn and walk out of the office, the camera lingering on the closed door—the silent promise of trouble looming over the Tag Team division.
Single Match
Jake Blackwood vs Bernard Wolfe
The crowd is still buzzing from the shocking debut of Angelo Anderson, but the next segment promises a change of pace. The lights in the Goodfellas Casino Arena brighten, setting a more positive, energetic mood.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: After that chaos, we need a little palette cleanser, Julian. But this next match is highly anticipated! It features a fan favorite against another exciting name rumored to be debuting tonight!
JULIAN FIASCO: I need a palate cleanser like I need a hole in my head, Jeremiah! But you’re right! We have a former champion coming up against a highly regarded name from Project Violence!
A high-octane blend of heavy metal and classic southern rock hits the sound system, stirring the crowd into a frenzy!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here he is! The Wild West Warrior, Jake Blackwood!
Jake Blackwood—the rugged, charismatic face—charges onto the ramp, slapping hands with the fans with genuine enthusiasm. He is a powerful brawler whose signature move, the Blackout Stunner, is always a crowd-pleaser. He enters the ring, full of energy, eager to get the victory.
JULIAN FIASCO: Blackwood is the definition of a fan favorite! He’s rugged, he’s exciting, and he is a legitimate tough guy! But he needs to be careful tonight; his opponent is an unknown quantity in the sVo!
The arena lights suddenly dim, and a haunting, acoustic guitar piece begins to play—a melancholic, traveling blues sound. The music carries a sense of weariness and quiet intensity.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Listen to this! This is a different kind of intensity! This is the debut of the man they call “The Wayward Traveller”!
Bernard Wolfe—the former PV TV Champion from Project Violence in Atlantic City—walks onto the stage. He is a popular face with a slightly mysterious, intense demeanor, wrestling with a hard-hitting, strong style that often targets the neck and head. The crowd is immediately intrigued by his quiet confidence.
JULIAN FIASCO: Bernard Wolfe! He dominated the mid-card in Project Violence for months, Jeremiah! He is a hard-hitting machine, and the sVo just got a whole lot tougher! What an acquisition by Jon Page!
Wolfe slowly makes his way to the ring, his eyes rarely leaving Blackwood. He moves like a coiled spring—intense, focused, and ready for a war. He and Blackwood share a respectful nod before the bell rings, acknowledging the professionalism of the moment.
The bell rings. The crowd is respectfully silent, eager to see how the styles match up.
The two faces adhere to a strong code of conduct, starting with a clean, hard collar-and-elbow tie-up. Blackwood uses his power advantage, driving Wolfe back to the ropes, but he breaks cleanly.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: A beautiful show of sportsmanship, but the intensity is high!
Wolfe comes back, showing off his hard-hitting style with a series of stiff forearm shivers to Blackwood’s chest. Blackwood absorbs them, fires back with a huge Brawler Chop that echoes through the arena! Wolfe winces but returns fire with a brutal Discus Forearm!
The match quickly settles into a stiff, back-and-forth contest of will. Blackwood connects with a Running Clothesline, but Wolfe immediately pops up and hits a Rolling Neckbreaker, momentarily stunning the “Warrior.”
JULIAN FIASCO: Wolfe is all about that strong style! Every shot has bad intentions! He wants to target that neck, which is a key to his finishing move!
Wolfe tries to lock in an early submission, twisting Blackwood’s head and neck in a tight Guillotine Choke. Blackwood uses his raw strength to power out, spinning Wolfe off and dropping him with a Lariat that turns him inside out!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That Lariat from Blackwood! It’s all power! These two are trading bombs!
Blackwood takes control, using his size to his advantage. He hits a powerful Scoop Slam, followed by a Running Sentonsplash for a two-count. Blackwood signals for his finisher, trying to end the debutant’s night early. He grabs Wolfe for the Blackout Stunner!
Wolfe, sensing the danger, shoves Blackwood off before he can hook the head! Wolfe charges, leaping onto the middle rope to hit a Springboard Moonsault, but Blackwood sidesteps! Wolfe lands on his feet, but turns right into a vicious Spinebuster from Blackwood!
JULIAN FIASCO: Close call! Blackwood is pulling out all the stops to win this debut match!
Blackwood goes for the cover: One! Two! Kick out by Wolfe!
Both men slowly drag themselves up. Blackwood attempts a Running Knee Strike, but Wolfe catches his leg! Wolfe executes a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, spinning Blackwood down hard! Wolfe immediately capitalizes on the stunned opponent.
Wolfe grabs the fallen Blackwood, setting him up for his signature finisher—the Wayward Drop (a Samoan Driver). He hooks the head and lifts Blackwood.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He’s got him! The Wayward Drop! This could be it!
Wolfe executes the move, driving Blackwood head-first down into the mat! The impact is sickening! The crowd lets out a worried moan. Wolfe quickly hooks the leg for the cover!
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He did it! Bernard Wolfe defeats Jake Blackwood with a devastating move! What a debut for the Wayward Traveller!
JULIAN FIASCO: He just defeated one of the most popular and toughest men on the roster with one clean, brutal move! Blackwood was trying to take him lightly, and Wolfe made him pay! The message is clear: the traveler is here to stay!
Wolfe quickly gets to his feet, showing a moment of respect by checking on the downed Blackwood before raising his hand in victory. He maintains his intense, quiet demeanor, already focused on his next target as the crowd applauds the impressive debut.
Backstage
The camera quickly returns to the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is waiting. The mood is back to a professional, grounded atmosphere after the chaotic debut of Bernard Wolfe.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Let’s check in with the reigning sVo Las Vegas Champion, a man who is riding a great wave of momentum despite a devastating loss last week.
JULIAN FIASCO: He’s still got gold, Jeremiah, and that’s all that matters! This man is a hometown hero who carries a chip on his shoulder the size of the whole state of Nevada!
Jason Martel, the sVo Las Vegas Champion, steps into the frame, holding the silver-plated championship belt firmly on his shoulder. Martel is the hometown hero, charismatic but intense, known for his hard-hitting, resilient in-ring style. He looks focused, but there’s a visible frustration behind his eyes.
KATIE SMITH: Champion, thank you for your time. First, let’s address Ultimate Victory. You came so close to winning the Victory Cup final in your hometown, but ultimately fell to Alex Sterling. How tough was that loss?
JASON MARTEL: (His voice is earnest and direct.) Tough? Katie, it was soul-crushing. To get to the final, to be right there, in front of the best crowd in the world, and to have that slippery snake Alex Sterling—”Hollywood’s Favorite Fraud”—steal the moment? That loss doesn’t just sting; it fuels a fire that I will be using to burn my way back to the top. I lost a championship opportunity, but I did not lose my spirit. Sterling is going for the sVo Championship, and I promise you, I will be the next man in line after him.
KATIE SMITH: You mention refocusing, but you now have a target on your back. Just last night, Dylan MacLeod won a number one contender’s match to earn a future shot at your Las Vegas Championship. What are your thoughts on your new mandatory challenger?
JASON MARTEL: (He tightens his grip on the championship belt.) Look, MacLeod is a good competitor. He’s tough, he’s resilient, and he earned his shot. But let me be perfectly clear about one thing: The Las Vegas Championship is not a placeholder. This isn’t just some mid-card stepping stone. This is my belt. This belt represents this city. It represents the grit, the grind, and the dedication it takes to make it in this unforgiving town.
Martel steps forward, leaning into the camera with intense conviction.
JASON MARTEL: MacLeod wants a title shot? He’ll get one. And when he does, he’s going to find out why I am the Las Vegas Champion. He is going to find out that this belt is forged in the intensity of this town, and I will not let it leave my waist. My job is to prove that this championship is one of the most prestigious in the entire sVo. And to do that, I have to beat every contender they throw at me.
He taps the championship belt with conviction.
JASON MARTEL: So bring on MacLeod. Bring on anyone else they sign this week. The loss to Sterling hurts, but it also taught me that I need to be more dominant. This is my yard, this is my belt, and I am not giving it up to anyone.
KATIE SMITH: A clear message sent to Dylan MacLeod and the entire roster. Thank you, Champion.
Martel gives a quick nod and walks off, the Las Vegas Championship shimmering in the light, his intensity leaving no doubt about his focus.
Backstage
The camera cuts back to the lavish, private office where Jon Page was seen earlier. The room is now empty except for Jon Page, who is seated behind the massive mahogany desk, and a formidable figure standing across from him: ‘the Lone Star’ Colt Thompson. The silence in the room is heavy with business and menace.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: We are going back to Jon Page’s private office, and it looks like the CEO is maybe ready to introduce the new muscle he promised to bring into the sVo after the SEC’s attack on Amy Page.
JULIAN FIASCO: This is the corporate retaliation, Jeremiah! Jon Page is not just signing talent; he is signing weaponsto wage war against the new Tag Team Champions!
Colt Thompson—the muscular Texan heel—is dressed in dark, expensive-looking western wear, a man clearly built for violence. He carries himself with a quiet, arrogant swagger, his eyes cold and assessing. He has been wrestling recently primarily in Japan for Rising Sun Pro Wrestling (RSPW).
Jon Page slides a neatly folded contract across the desk toward Thompson.
JON PAGE: (His tone is purely business, cold and unwavering.) The terms are generous, Colt. More than generous. You’ve been looking for a major shift back to North America, and I need a very specific kind of man to solve a very specific kind of problem.
COLT THOMPSON: (His Texan accent is thick and slow, contrasting with Page’s clipped precision.) I’ve been wrestling in Tokyo, Jon. The hardest style in the world. I don’t “solve” problems. I end them. And this contract looks just fine to me.
Thompson picks up a gold-plated pen and signs the contract with a firm, deliberate stroke.
JON PAGE: I saw what you did a few weeks ago at that Project Violence PPV—you walked in, attacked their International Champion Masafumi Satake and his challenger Ryujiro, and completely destroyed a highly anticipated match.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That’s right! Thompson is despised in both Japan and Atlantic City for spoiling that incredible championship match! He doesn’t care about the fans or the sport!
JON PAGE: (Continues, a glint of approval in his eye.) You made a statement that night, Colt. You showed that you care only about disrupting the balance and advancing your own brand. And that’s the kind of mercenary work I require.
Thompson folds his arms, the signed contract now sitting firmly in Page’s hands.
COLT THOMPSON: You want brutal? You want methodical? You signed the right man. I’ve spent the last year in Tokyo going to war with men who hit harder and demand more.
He steps closer to the desk, his presence dominating the space.
COLT THOMPSON: The sVo is now dealing with ‘the Lone Star.’
Jon Page leans back, a look of grim satisfaction finally appearing on his face.
JON PAGE: That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Welcome to the war, Colt.
The camera zooms in on Thompson’s hard, unyielding expression, the massive signing sending a clear, dangerous message to the rest of the roster.
Single Match
Victor Holland vs Danny Domino
The final segment of sVo Showdown 246 prepares to get underway as the arena lights turn to a stark, singular white, focusing all attention on the ring.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: It is time for our main event here on Showdown! A huge singles match as two heated rivals renew that rivalry tonight – one of the most popular rising stars in the company against an absolute brute!
JULIAN FIASCO: This is a classic test, Jeremiah! Can the popular, high-flying underdog survive the relentless, crushing offense of the dominant bully? I hope the bully wins; it makes for a better story!
A jarring, aggressive, industrial rap beat hits the speakers, immediately drawing a hostile reaction from the crowd.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here comes the bully! Danny Domino, always looking to inflict maximum punishment!
Danny Domino—‘The Bully’—is all muscle and menace, marching to the ring with a sneer of pure contempt for the audience. He is a hated, bullying heel who wrestles with a brutish, heavy-hitting, power offense, specializing in grinding down and overwhelming his opponents. He shoves a production assistant on his way to the ring, just for effect.
JULIAN FIASCO: Domino doesn’t care about cheers or boos; he only cares about inflicting pain and picking up the victory. He is a monster!
The music shifts dramatically to an electrifying, soaring rock anthem, and the Goodfellas Casino Arena explodes with cheers!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here is the man the fans are behind! The future of this division! Victor Holland!
Victor Holland—the popular young face—sprints onto the ramp, full of energy and charisma. He is a high-flying, acrobatic wrestler who is quickly rising up the rankings, known for his speed, heart, and stunning aerial offense. He high-fives the fans lining the barricade, his face showing fierce determination.
JULIAN FIASCO: Holland is built on pure heart and speed! But heart can only get you so far against the sheer tonnage and brutality of Danny Domino! Holland needs to outsmart him, not just out-fight him!
Holland slides into the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to go. Domino glares at him, clearly annoyed by Holland’s popularity and enthusiasm.
The bell rings. Holland immediately tries to use his speed, darting in and out, hitting Domino with quick forearm shiversand avoiding the brute’s swinging fists.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Holland is trying to implement the perfect strategy: stick and move! Don’t let Domino get those big hands on him!
Holland connects with a sharp Superkick to the knee, trying to take out the foundation of the bigger man. Domino stumbles but catches the following charge, grabbing Holland by the throat! He simply lifts the young star and throws him across the ring with a terrifying display of strength.
JULIAN FIASCO: Oh, the power! Domino is like a grizzly bear, Jeremiah! Once he gets his hands on you, it’s over!
Domino goes on the offense, a smile of cruel pleasure spreading across his face. He traps Holland in the corner and delivers a sickening series of short-arm Clotheslines, each one looking like it could end the match. He follows up with a deep Bearhug, squeezing the air and the hope right out of the popular young star.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Domino is simply grinding him down! This is brutal, basic power wrestling! Holland’s back is already taking a beating!
Holland struggles valiantly, fighting the suffocating grip of the bearhug. He uses his feet to reach the ropes, forcing the break. As Domino turns, Holland fires back, hitting a Springboard Crossbody that takes the big man off his feet!
Holland, seizing the chance, goes for his signature 450 Splash, climbing the ropes. But Domino is up fast, a burst of raw fury! He yanks Holland off the top turnbuckle, throwing him into the center of the ring with a powerful Fallaway Slam!
JULIAN FIASCO: Mistake! Holland got greedy! You cannot fly against a man that big! Domino just grounded him hard!
Domino, sensing the end, delivers a huge Running Powerslam for a near fall! Holland barely kicks out at two and three-quarters! The crowd roars, pleading with their hero to stay in the fight.
Domino is furious. He drags the exhausted Holland to his feet, setting him up for his finisher, the Domino Effect (a Brutal Running Lariat). He backs into the ropes to build momentum, but Holland ducks the initial charge!
Holland uses his last burst of speed, running the ropes and nailing Domino with a beautiful Codebreaker! Domino reels, falling back against the ropes. Holland quickly climbs the second turnbuckle and executes a perfect Springboard Moonsault!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Incredible heart! Holland is using his speed to survive!
Holland hooks the leg! One! Two! Kick out! Domino barely gets the shoulder up!
Holland is running on fumes. He attempts to hoist the massive Domino onto his shoulders for a desperation move, but his strength fails him. Domino simply plants his feet, shoves Holland away, and laughs cruelly.
Domino drives Holland into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a crushing, perfectly timed Spinebuster! Holland is down and hurting.
Domino now ascends to the second rope, a rare move for the powerhouse, looking to add insult to injury. He waits for Holland to rise to his knees, then leaps off the second rope to deliver the devastating, match-ending Domino Drop (a Second Rope Diving Headbutt) right onto the chest of Holland!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Domino Drop! It connected! That’s it!
Domino falls into the cover, hooking the leg with a smug expression.
REFEREE LUKAS: ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Danny Domino wins! The bully reigns supreme in our main event here tonight! Holland fought his heart out, but the power of Domino was simply too much!
JULIAN FIASCO: The bully always wins, Jeremiah! Domino just showed why he is a major player in this company! He brutally defeated the rising star! That’s a statement win!
Domino stands over the fallen Holland, raising his arms in a display of cruel victory before turning and walking up the ramp without a second glance at his defeated opponent. Holland is left struggling to breathe in the ring as the medical team rushes to check on him.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What a night of debuts and intense competition! We saw the fallout from Ultimate Victory, with the new sVo Champion Carlos Vasquez challenged by Alex Sterling for Seasons Beatings!
JULIAN FIASCO: We saw Jon Page mobilize his corporate war against the Tag Team Champions, signing Colt Thompson and warning The Enforcers! And we saw huge debut shocks with “Platinum” Emily Shaw, Bernard Wolfe and the terrifying arrival of ‘Unbreakable’ Angelo Anderson, who destroyed Kenneth D. Williams!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The sVo is truly changing, and the landscape is more dangerous than ever before! Thank you for joining us for Showdown 246! Good night from Las Vegas!
The broadcast begins fades out with a final shot of the victorious Danny Domino walking proudly backstage.
Ringside
Domino is strutting, his chest puffed out, clearly reveling in his brutal main event victory over the popular Victor Holland. He passes a camera crew, giving them a quick, dismissive shove. Just as he is about to round the corner to the locker room, he stops dead. The cruel, cocky smile on his face vanishes, replaced by a look of sheer, malicious intent.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And that closes the book on a monumental night for the sVo…
Suddenly, Domino turns heel and sprints back toward the arena, his heavy boots pounding the concrete floor.
JULIAN FIASCO: Wait! Wait a minute! Where is Domino going? He’s running back to the ring!
Domino bursts through the curtain and slides back into the ring! Victor Holland is barely moving, being tended to by two worried referees and a ringside medic. Domino shoves the officials aside like rag dolls and grabs the helpless Holland by the hair!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh, the sheer audacity! The cruelty! Danny Domino is going back to assault a defenseless opponent! This is sick!
Domino pulls Holland to his feet and delivers a vicious Belly-to-Back Suplex right onto the head of the prone medic! Referees Brett Lukas and another official cling to Domino’s back, trying desperately to pull the monstrous bully off Holland, but they can’t move him!
JULIAN FIASCO: He’s out of control! He’s attacking the medical staff! Someone has to stop this man! Where is security?!
Domino throws the referees off him, looking ready to hit another devastating Domino Drop—
Suddenly, the arena lights go completely dark. The sudden, pitch-black silence is deafening, replacing the crowd’s panicked screams.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What is going on?! The lights are out!
The giant LED screen above the ring flickers violently, displaying a single word in bold, defiant, blood-red text:
‘MAD BULL’.
The crowd doesn’t wait for the music. They know exactly who that belongs to, and the loudest pop ever heard in the Goodfellas Casino Arena instantly erupts, shaking the entire building!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: NO WAY! NO WAY! IT CAN’T BE!
A driving, primal drum rhythm hits, accompanied by a Spanish guitar riff that screams intensity and passion. ‘The Mad Bull’ Adam Garcia walks out onto the very top of the entrance ramp!
JULIAN FIASCO: HOLY SHIT! ADAM GARCIA IS HERE! THE MAD BULL IS IN THE SVO! THIS IS THE BIGGEST ACQUISITION IN COMPANY HISTORY!
Adam Garcia—the legendary, hugely popular former PV Heavyweight Champion from Spain—pauses for a deliberate moment, his powerful physique radiating intensity. He raises his fist, taking in the deafening, earth-shattering reaction from the Las Vegas crowd, which is a sea of jumping, screaming humanity.
Garcia then lowers his fist and starts sprinting down the ramp, his eyes locked on the ring.
Inside the ring, Danny Domino, who was just about to execute another brutal move, stops dead in his tracks. He sees Garcia charging, hears the deafening roar, and the sadistic look is replaced by a look of pure, panicked disbelief.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Domino sees him! The bully sees a bigger fight coming!
Garcia slides into the ring, full of fire and fury, ready to take the fight to the bully. Domino, wanting absolutely no part of the legendary “Mad Bull,” slides out of the ring on the opposite side and scrambles backward up the ramp, his bravado instantly evaporating.
Garcia stands tall in the center of the ring, the lights now back up, looking around at the decimated Victor Holland and the fleeing Danny Domino. He slowly turns, fixing his intense gaze on the retreating bully.
JULIAN FIASCO: Look at Domino run! He wants no part of the Mad Bull!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: This is unbelievable! Adam Garcia has arrived in the sVo, and he has set his sights on the former sVo Champion! What a way to close the show! The entire landscape of this company just shifted again!
Garcia lets out a defiant, powerful yell that cuts through the noise, a challenge sent directly to the fleeing Domino.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Adam Garcia is here!
JULIAN FIASCO: Game. Changed.
The broadcast cuts to black with the image of The Mad Bull staring down the retreating Danny Domino, leaving the commentary team and the entire arena in utter disbelief.
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