sVo Showdown 248
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 16th November 2025
The camera pans over the glittering cityscape of Las Vegas, Nevada , before smoothly transitioning to the electrifying interior of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The arena is packed, illuminated by the sophisticated lighting system, as the iconic, frantic pace of the sVo theme music blasts through the sound system. High-definition LED screens around the ring flash with the Showdown logo.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: Good evening, and welcome to a monumental edition of Showdown! I’m Jeremiah Sloan , alongside Julian Fiasco , and Fiasco, the tension in the Goodfellas Arena is absolutely palpable after the chaos we saw last week!
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: You got that right, Sloan! Last week, we saw the former DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson, stand over our sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez, after pinning him in a tag match. That’s a huge statement, and I know what it’s like to go for a title! But even bigger—the debut of Masafumi Satake, a powerhouse from Japan, and he’s in the main event tonight!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Indeed, the landscape of the sVo championship picture is changing rapidly as we barrel down the road toward Seasons Beatings. We have a loaded card tonight, starting with a match that pits arrogance against grime!
JULIAN FIASCO: Oh, two people I just love to hate! The despised ‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw taking on the relentlessly scuzzy Clam Idia!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That’s right. Following that, we have Jake Blackwood , the honest, hard-hitting Wild West Warrior, in singles action.
JULIAN FIASCO: Then we’ll see what happens when the two most ruthless factions on the roster clash! The Southern Boys , led by Haley Dallas, facing off against the Blood Money Soldiers, Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And the action continues, as veteran CJ Dreamer , who tragically betrayed his protégé Ricky Johnson , steps back into the ring against the Puroresu-inspired Bernard Wolfe.
JULIAN FIASCO: Plus, the self-proclaimed Icon Jay Adder takes on the dangerous, MMA-veteran Cade Turner. I expect a clinic in brutality in that one!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And in tonight’s main event, it’s a huge tag match! The Spanish Ace Adam García teams up with the Japanese veteran Masafumi Satake to take on the unlikely duo of the former sVo Champion Danny Domino and the calculating Texan Colt Thompson! It is Showdown #248—let’s get this show on the road!
Backstage
The arena is still buzzing from the intro, but the house lights remain dimmed, signalling the start of a new segment. The music cuts abruptly, replaced by a deep, cold, and dominating track: “God of the Underground” by Fever 333.
The crowd immediately erupts into a cascade of heavy boos. Angelo Anderson, “Unbreakable”, walks out from the back. He is a physically imposing figure with a thick, powerful frame , wearing a long, sleeveless trench coat with a metal-plated chest piece. He carries himself with a sense of quiet conviction and menace, every step feeling like a threat.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: Speak of the devil! Here is the man who created the biggest headlines last week: the former DW Heavyweight Champion, Angelo Anderson!
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: Look at the size and presence of this man, Sloan. He is cold, focused, and dominant. The fans hate him for his ruthlessness, but they can’t help but respect the sheer dominance he brings.
Anderson slides into the ring, taking his time to simply stare down the crowd before taking the microphone. The boos continue to rain down.
ANGELO ANDERSON: (Speaking in a quiet, icy calm that cuts through the noise) You look at me, and you see the future. Last week, I pinned your champion. I pinned Carlos Vasquez. I didn’t beat some mid-card fluke; I defeated the man holding the top prize in this company. As a former Dynasty Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, I know what it means to hold a title, and I know what a win like that commands.
(Anderson pauses, allowing the boos to swell)
ANGELO ANDERSON: In my eyes, and in the eyes of anyone with sense, that pinfall means I earned the opportunity. I earned the right to step into this ring and dismantle your sVo Champion one-on-one. I am “Unbreakable,” and it is inevitable that I wear that gold. So, sVo, I demand my championship match!
The boos intensify, but before Anderson can continue, the arena lights flash with vibrant colors. The sound system explodes with “Welcome to Miami” by Will Smith.
Carlos “The Miami Maverick” Vasquez, the sVo Champion, appears at the top of the entrance ramp, looking charismatic and suave. The crowd goes wild for their champion, roaring with cheers and adoration. Vasquez holds his sVo Championship high above his head, adjusting his microphone with a confident smirk.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And there is the sVo Champion! Carlos Vasquez, the Miami Maverick, giving Anderson the attention he demanded!
JULIAN FIASCO: Vasquez exudes confidence, Sloan. He lives for the spotlight. But he should be worried—Anderson is an Elevated Sit-Out Powerbomb waiting to happen!
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (With flamboyant flair and a heavy Miami accent) Hey, hey, hey! Slow your roll, “Unbreakable”! Did you see these beautiful people cheering for you, chico? (He gestures to the crowd, who cheer louder) Nah, you just hear the sound of the South Beach Sensation coming out to give the people what they want!
CARLOS VASQUEZ: You wanna talk about last week? Okay. Last week, you pinned me, fine. But that was a warm-up, a taste of the sVo life. You’re a big fish, Angelo, but you’re swimming in my ocean now! You want a shot at my gold? The same gold I have to defend against Hollywood’s Favorite Villain, Alex Sterling, at Seasons Beatings? That title has a date, chico, but if you want to be a quick appetizer before the main course, I’m feeling generous!
(Vasquez struts a few steps down the ramp)
CARLOS VASQUEZ: How about this, Anderson: The sVo Championship against you, right here, live on Showdown 250! That’s two weeks from now! I’ll make quick work of you, then send you packing back to Dynasty Wrestling! What do you say, big man? Do you want to take your shot at the Vegas Jackpot, or are you just here to talk?
Anderson’s cold stare never leaves Vasquez. He slowly raises the mic to his lips.
ANGELO ANDERSON: (A low, menacing growl) Two weeks. Showdown 250. I don’t care about your Seasons Beatingsor your so-called Miami Vice Kick. All I care about is proving I’m superior. I will take your title, Vasquez, and I will break you. You have yourself a match.
Anderson drops the microphone and intensely points to the title Vasquez is holding, while Vasquez just shakes his head with a confident grin on the ramp.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: It is official! Two weeks from tonight, on Showdown 250—Carlos Vasquez will defend the sVo Championship against Angelo Anderson! What a massive main event!
JULIAN FIASCO: The champ is playing a dangerous game, Sloan! But I cannot wait to see it!
Single Match
Clam Idia vs. Emily Shaw
The music “A Royal Pain” hits the arena. The high-energy electronic track, laced with the haughty British voice declaring “It’s all about me, darling” , immediately draws a roar of boos from the crowd.
‘Platinum’ Emily Shaw emerges, clad in silver and gold gear. Her long blonde hair flips as she walks with an air of absolute superiority, taking her time to blow a condescending kiss to the roaring, hateful audience.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here she is—’Platinum’ Emily Shaw, believing she is superior to everyone in the building, and the sVo audience is making their feelings known!
JULIAN FIASCO: You know, Sloan, I appreciate the confidence. She’s an accomplished wrestler , but she relies on cheating and underhanded tactics. She views herself as the epitome of British wrestling excellence.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And judging by the reaction, the fans view her as a royal pain!
The lights cut, and a sleazy, grimy rock riff with distorted guitar hits the speakers. Clam Idia appears, looking unkempt with greasy dark hair and a perpetual scowl. He’s wearing a worn leather jacket over his scuzzy gear.
JULIAN FIASCO: Oh, fantastic! Here comes the other person no one wants to see. Clam Idia, The Relentless, who looks like he just crawled out of a swamp!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Idia is a grimy, untrustworthy competitor , an underhanded brawler who thrives on cheap shots and illegal tactics. He’s getting showered with chants of “YOU’RE DISGUSTING!” from the crowd.
JULIAN FIASCO: He loves it, Sloan. He absolutely loves being hated. He’s mocking the fans right now, wiping sweat on a sign! That’s smart business.
Idia slides into the ring, where Shaw is impatiently tapping her foot. They immediately begin arguing as the referee tries to separate them, emphasizing their mutual disdain.
The bell rings!
Idia immediately charges, but Shaw ducks a right hand and uses her technical skill for a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Takedown. Idia is stunned. Shaw quickly follows up with a series of quick, hard-hitting European Uppercuts.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The British Brawler starting fast, establishing her dominance with those hard strikes!
JULIAN FIASCO: That British style is unforgiving, but watch out, Idia is a pest! He’s trying to claw his way out of this!
Idia pushes Shaw off and immediately goes for an illegal move, raking his nails across Shaw’s eyes! The referee misses it!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: An absolute cheap shot! The Eye Gouge! Idia always resorting to the dirtiest tricks!
Shaw stumbles back, clutching her face, allowing Idia to seize the advantage. He shoves her into the corner and begins a series of rough, stomping blows with trash talk!
JULIAN FIASCO: This is Idia’s brand of wrestling. Get dirty, stay relentless, and drag your opponent into the mud!
Idia whips Shaw across the ring, and as she bounces off the ropes, he drops low for a blatant Low Blow attempt, but Shaw anticipates it and leaps over, landing behind him! She quickly hooks him for three consecutive German Suplexes—The Sterling Suplex! The crowd pops at the show of strength.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Sterling Suplexes! A textbook example of her technical prowess! She just turned the tide!
Shaw, feeling the adrenaline, mounts the top turnbuckle. She pauses, looking at the groveling Idia, and delivers the Platinum Plunge—a Diving Elbow Drop!
JULIAN FIASCO: She’s going for the kill! She’s showing off now, Sloan!
Shaw hooks the leg, but Idia barely kicks out at two! She immediately transitions, locking him into the Golden Guillotine, a brutal Guillotine Choke submission!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The pressure is on! The Guillotine is locked in tight! Idia is turning purple!
Idia scrambles desperately, finally managing to grab the bottom rope by a hair. Shaw screams in frustration, but the referee forces the break. Shaw, now furious, backs off, allowing Idia to struggle to his feet. Idia is wobbly, trying to recover. Shaw sees her opening and delivers a lightning-fast Spinning Back Fist, followed immediately by a swift Knee Strike to the side of his head as he collapses! The Royal Flush!
JULIAN FIASCO: It’s over! The Royal Flush! That combination is devastating!
Shaw covers him. ONE! TWO! THREE!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Emily Shaw wins! The British Brawler gets the victory over the relentless Clam Idia! Despite the dirty tactics of Idia, Shaw’s skill and opportunistic attack proved too much!
Emily Shaw stands over the prone Idia, sneering, then turns and blows another kiss to the booing crowd before slowly sauntering up the ramp.
Backstage
The camera cuts away from the arena floor and transitions to a dimly lit, opulent office backstage—the domain of Jon Page, Owner of the Sanctioned Violence group , whose younger sister is Amy Page, the sVo COO. Jon Page is sitting behind a large, mahogany desk, sipping from a glass.
The door opens, and Jake Blackwood, “The Wild West Warrior”, steps inside.
JON PAGE: (Without emotion) Blackwood. Come in. You’re up next.
JAKE BLACKWOOD: (Stepping closer, determined) Heard the cheers out there, Mr. Page? That’s what a Wild West Warrior sounds like. Ready to go.
JON PAGE: Good. Good to hear the enthusiasm. Because tonight, Blackwood, you’re not just wrestling for a spot on the card. You are wrestling for family.
JAKE BLACKWOOD: (Frowning) Family?
JON PAGE: (Slamming his glass down slightly, a hint of anger in his voice) Don’t play dumb. Brice Brantley—the animal you’re facing tonight—a few weeks ago, he laid his hands on my sister, Amy Page. He put my COO through a Powerbomb. That’s an act of violence against this organization. It’s a disgrace.
JON PAGE: I expect you, Jake Blackwood, to go out there and dismantle that man. Not just beat him. I expect you to make him regret the day he ever touched a Page. Do you understand your mission?
JAKE BLACKWOOD: (Standing taller, his charismatic demeanor hardening into fierce honor ) Mr. Page, you may sign my cheques, but you sure as hell don’t tell me what to do. My business is my own.
JAKE BLACKWOOD: I’ll beat Brice Brantley, yes. I’ll beat him because I live by a code. I’ll beat him because I’m on my way to the top of the sVo, and I don’t need his name, your sister’s name, or anybody else’s name to get there.
JAKE BLACKWOOD: Tonight, I’m fighting for me. I’m fighting to prove that the Wild West Warrior is the toughest damn man in this company. If Brantley happens to pay for what he did while he’s losing to me, then that’s just a bonus.
Page stares at Blackwood, his expression unreadable, before finally waving a dismissive hand.
JON PAGE: Get out of my office, Blackwood. Go fight your fight.
Blackwood gives a curt nod, turns on his heel, and strides out, leaving Jon Page alone, who shakes his head and takes another drink, clearly unimpressed.
Single Match
Brice Brantley vs. Jake Blackwood
The scene transitions back to the electric atmosphere of the Goodfellas Casino Arena. The cheers for the previous match fade as a hard-driving country rock track hits the speakers.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: We are back at Showdown, and we are about to see our next contest! Introducing first…
A trio emerges from the back. Brice Brantley is flanked by the two men holding the sVo Tag Team Championships: Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid, collectively known as The SEC. The three men walk with a swagger, drawing an immediate chorus of heavy boos.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Look at this entourage, Fiasco. Brice Brantley accompanied by the sVo Tag Team Champions, The SEC! This Southern-based group has recently joined the sVo from rival promotion X-PRO and has been creating havoc since their arrival!
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: That’s power, Sloan! The SEC runs this tag team division, and if you’re aligned with champions, you’ve got backup. Brantley is feeling confident with Gator Bates and the Alabama Kid watching his back.
Brantley is ushered into the ring by his partners, who then stand menacingly at ringside.
The music cuts, and the arena explodes with cheers as the theme “Dead Man’s Hand” by Drowning Pool hits! Jake Blackwood, “The Wild West Warrior”, strides out, still focused from his conversation with Jon Page. The crowd roars, chanting “YEE-HAW!”.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here is the beloved Wild West Warrior, Jake Blackwood! A hard-hitting brawler who lives by a code: fight fair, fight proud. He’s looking determined after our last segment!
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: He is, but he’s heading into a three-on-one situation, Sloan. That “fight fair” philosophy is going to get him killed against these Southern boys. He needs to watch The SEC at ringside, because they are nothing but trouble.
Blackwood slides into the ring, immediately glaring at Brantley, then turning his attention to The SEC at ringside.
The bell rings!
Blackwood, charged with aggression, immediately rushes Brantley, backing him into the corner with rapid Choppingstrikes that echo through the arena. He pulls Brantley out and hits a quick Snap Suplex.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Blackwood unloading all that emotion! He’s hitting Brantley hard, putting his heart into every blow!
Brantley manages to push Blackwood away, ducking a clothesline, and retreats to the ropes. Gator Bates uses the distraction to grab Blackwood’s ankle from the outside! The referee sees nothing!
JULIAN FIASCO: Pay attention, ref! That’s interference! The SEC already getting involved!
Blackwood, infuriated, snaps back toward the ropes. Brantley capitalizes on the distraction, hitting Blackwood with a sudden, vicious Running High Knee! Blackwood stumbles, and Brantley follows up with a Spinebuster. Brantley makes a quick cover, but Blackwood kicks out easily at one.
Brantley now slows the pace, using body slams and methodical stomps to wear Blackwood down. He signals to The SEC, who mock the downed Blackwood.
Blackwood, fueled by his underdog resilience , suddenly surges up, dodging a clothesline and hitting a beautiful Springboard Forearm Smash! Brantley stumbles! Blackwood follows up with a running Corner Clothesline, then pulls Brantley out for a sharp Snap Suplex!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Wild West Warrior is firing up! This is the comeback the crowd was waiting for!
Blackwood pulls Brantley up and hoists him into position for the Tilt-a-Whirl Powerslam! He lands it flush! He signals for his finisher!
JULIAN FIASCO: The Six Shooter is coming! Brantley is dead meat!
Blackwood hits the ropes for the final move. Just as he leaps, The Alabama Kid slides a steel chair into the ring! Blackwood stops dead in his tracks, staring at the chair. Brantley takes advantage of the brief hesitation, rushing Blackwood from behind and pushing him hard into the ropes, sending him flying over the top rope to the floor, right near The SEC!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What was the referee looking at?! The SEC are rampant with their interference!
Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid immediately swarm Blackwood, brutally whipping him shoulder-first into the steel post! They quickly roll him back into the ring just before the referee counts ten, then quickly toss the chair back out.
JULIAN FIASCO: Textbook execution by the Tag Team Champions! The ref is distracted by the Kid outside!
Brantley, seeing the severely weakened Blackwood crawl into the center of the ring, stalks him. He pulls the dazed Blackwood up for his finishing maneuver, the Brantley Bomb—a huge Powerbomb! He connects!
Brantley hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: It’s over! Brice Brantley wins after blatant, disgusting interference from The SEC! They punished Blackwood for their own partner!
JULIAN FIASCO: They got the job done, Sloan. This is the sVo—it’s sanctioned violence, not Sunday school! The SECis sending a clear message: you step to one of them, you step to all of them!
The SEC enters the ring, celebrating with Brantley. They raise his hand, then mockingly stomp on the prone Jake Blackwood.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the interview zone, where Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, stands holding a microphone. She is known for chasing big scoops and being tough and fair with her questioning. Standing beside her, radiating determination, is the current sVo Las Vegas Champion, Jason Martel, “The Ace of Vegas”.
KATIE SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined now by the sVo Las Vegas Champion, Jason Martel. Jason, thank you for your time. Last week, you defended your title against Dylan MacLeod, but the match ended in a double disqualification after interference from the veteran, CJ Dreamer. What is your reaction to that bizarre and unsatisfying ending?
JASON MARTEL: (His charisma replaced by palpable anger) Unsatisfying is an understatement, Katie. This is my championship. This is the title I fight for every single week in my hometown. And last week, I was in a war with a powerhouse like Dylan MacLeod. We were tearing the house down, doing what we do best, putting on a show for the fans!
JASON MARTEL: And then CJ Dreamer shows up. An established veteran. A supposed mentor who’s been around the world. And what does he do? He throws away one of the biggest matches of the year! He threw away MacLeod’s chance, and he threw away my chance to prove, once again, that I am the High Stakes Hero!
KATIE SMITH: You mention Dylan MacLeod. To be fair, at the point of the interference, MacLeod had countered your offense and seemed to have all the momentum, overwhelming you with a relentless barrage of strikes. Some would say Dreamer actually saved you from losing the Las Vegas Championship. Did you ask Dreamer for help?
JASON MARTEL: (He laughs bitterly) Save me? The Ace of Vegas doesn’t need saving! Look, MacLeod is tough. His style is aggressive and relentless, mirroring the rugged landscapes of his Canadian homeland. Yeah, he had a shot, that’s what makes a great match! But I had plenty of fight left! I bet on myself, always. I was ready to hit the Vegas Jackpotand retain my title!
JASON MARTEL: But Dreamer stole that moment. He didn’t save me; he embarrassed me. He made it look like I needed him. And I’m angry, Katie. I’m angry that a grizzled veteran like him is inserting himself into the title picture, especially after he turned his back on his own protégé, Ricky Johnson.
JASON MARTEL: So let me make this clear: CJ Dreamer, I don’t know what your game is, but you don’t belong in my main event, you don’t belong in my ring, and you sure as hell don’t belong anywhere near this Las Vegas Championship. Get a match, or get lost, because the next time you interfere, I’m not just waiting for the referee to separate us.
KATIE SMITH: A very strong message from the Las Vegas Champion. Jason Martel, thank you for your time. Back to the arena.
Tag Team Match
the Southern Boys vs. Blood Money Soldiers
The lights in the arena dim, and a high-energy hip-hop track with heavy bass and swagger hits the speakers—the shared theme of the Blood Money faction.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: We are ready for our next match, and it is a clash of ruthless factions! Here comes the Blood Money Soldiers, Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo!
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: This is the next generation of the Blood Money crew, Sloan! Columbo, the Sicilian Enforcer, is the silent muscle , and Gambino, the Young Gun, is quick and technical. They are dangerous.
Junior Gambino, the quick, flashy, and brash Young Gun , struts down the ramp in black trunks with gold lettering and gold chains. Beside him is the imposing Nicky Columbo, the 6’4”, 255 lb powerhouse , wearing a leather jacket and sporting a slicked-back, classic Italian-American mobster look. Both men are booed heavily, seen as arrogant soldiers riding the coattails of their faction.
Their entrance is cut short as the sounds of “Screw You, We’re From Texas” by Ray Wylie Hubbard erupt through the arena.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here come their opponents, two men who have carved out their own ruthless path! The Southern Boys, “Dangerous” Dan Williams and “Dastardly” Dave Miller!
JULIAN FIASCO: The Southern Boys are all hostility and brute force! And look, they’re bringing their manager, Haley Dallas! She keeps these two focused on one thing: gold!
“Dangerous” Dan Williams, the gruff, mean, and unapologetically Texan muscle , stomps to the ring in jeans and boots. He’s accompanied by the conniving, loudmouthed “Dastardly” Dave Miller , who wears cutoff denim shorts and a cocky Southern grin.
The two teams meet in the center of the ring, jawing at each other. The referee has his hands full separating the four men while Haley Dallas and the Blood Money Soldiers exchange venomous glares from their respective corners.
The bell rings, and the match officially begins with Dave Miller and Junior Gambino.
Miller, the self-proclaimed schemer , immediately rushes Gambino into the neutral corner with a series of quick, dirty mounted punches. He tries to follow up with a Russian legsweep , but Gambino uses his speed, flipping out of it and hitting a spinning Tornado DDT!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Great counter from Junior Gambino! He’s trying to use his speed and technical ability to outmaneuver the bigger Miller!
Gambino tags in Nicky Columbo. Columbo enters and immediately punishes Miller, lifting him easily for a Fallaway Slam. Columbo follows up with a corner clothesline. He’s demonstrating his powerhouse brutality.
Miller, desperate, finally makes a tag to his partner, Dan Williams. Williams, the true brawler , barrels in and catches Columbo with a massive Texas-Sized Big Boot! Columbo stumbles back. Williams unleashes a flurry of his signature grinding strikes and punches.
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s the rugged, stiff offense of Williams! He doesn’t care about finesse, just punishment!
Williams attempts a Spinning Backfist , but Columbo ducks and hooks the arms, driving Williams back with a Bearhug into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Both men are down.
Suddenly, a massive, intimidating figure appears from the back: Joe Barone, “The Problem Solver” , the loyal enforcer of the Blood Money family! He wears his signature black slacks and muscle shirt.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Wait a minute! That’s Joe Barone! The enforcer for Blood Money! He’s heading to ringside!
JULIAN FIASCO: I told you, Sloan, where there is smoke, there is fire! Barone is the muscle! He makes problems disappear!
Haley Dallas, seeing the threat, immediately gets in Barone’s face on the outside, screaming at him to leave. The distraction pulls the attention of the referee, who goes to break up the confrontation between Dallas and Barone!
In the ring, both legal men, Williams and Columbo, are slowly rising. Dave Miller rushes in illegally and grabs a handful of Columbo’s tights to pull him toward Williams for a double-team move!
But Junior Gambino slides in unseen by the distracted referee! He hits Miller with a brutal Low Blow from behind! Miller collapses, clutching his groin!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Gambino with the ultimate cheap shot! He took advantage of the Barone/Dallas distraction and just ensured the win for his team!
Columbo, now recovered, hits a reeling Williams with a sudden, high-angle Mafia Kick! He then hoists the stunned Williams onto his shoulders and drives him down with a crushing High-Angle Sit-Out Powerbomb—the Cement Shoes!
Gambino quickly rolls the recovering Miller out of the ring to prevent the break-up. Columbo covers the prone Williams! ONE! TWO! THREE!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s it! The Blood Money Soldiers win! Textbook cheating! The alliance between Barone, Columbo, and Gambino proves too much for the Southern Boys!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Disgusting tactics by the Blood Money faction! Joe Barone’s presence and Junior Gambino’s opportunism gifted the victory to the Soldiers! This is exactly why the Blood Money faction is so despised!
Backstage
The camera cuts back to Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, standing in the interview zone. She is now joined by the powerful Strong Style veteran, Masafumi Satake, who is carrying the International Heavyweight Championship belt.
KATIE SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined now by Masafumi Satake, who, alongside Adam García, will compete in a massive tag team match in tonight’s main event. Satake, you are a veteran of nearly 20 years, an internationally acclaimed performer. What brought you here to the sVo?
MASAFUMI SATAKE: (His tone is calm and dedicated, but laced with quiet conviction) Thank you, Katie. I have spent two decades in this business, from North America to my homeland of Japan. I came here to continue to leave an everlasting impression. But mainly, I came for one reason, and one reason only: Colt Thompson.
KATIE SMITH: Colt Thompson? Your opponent in tonight’s tag match? Can you elaborate on that, because Thompson recently signed from Rising Sun Pro Wrestling.
MASAFUMI SATAKE: (His eyes narrow with intensity) Our paths crossed in Japan, they crossed in Atlantic City. I finally had the opportunity to tour my homeland, something I waited nearly twenty years for. At the last Project Violence pay-per-view, I was scheduled to face a great competitor, Ryujiro. That match was my dream. That match was the culmination of my life’s work.
MASAFUMI SATAKE: And Colt Thompson—the Lone Star, the arrogant, selfish animal—he ruined it. He ruined my moment. He ruined the match. He stole the ending that should have been mine.
(Satake’s voice rises slightly with emotion)
MASAFUMI SATAKE: Thompson believes he is a lone gunslinger, that he only plays by his own rules. But in this world, some debts must be paid. He doesn’t just represent Texas pride; he represents the hostility and the disrespect I will no longer tolerate.
MASAFUMI SATAKE: I will follow Colt Thompson to the ends of the earth for ruining my dream. If he is here tonight, if he is in Rising Sun, or if he is wherever he decides to run next—I will find him. And I will make him pay for taking away my memory of that match. This is not about titles, Katie. This is about professional honor.
KATIE SMITH: A very personal and powerful motivation for your appearance here in sVo. Masafumi Satake, thank you for your insight.
Single Match
Bernard Wolfe vs. CJ Dreamer
The familiar sounds of a gritty, anthemic rock track with motivational tones hit the arena. CJ Dreamer, “The Veteran”, makes his way to the ring. He carries himself like a battle-hardened survivor, wearing simple black trunks and a leather jacket, exuding the look of a no-nonsense fighter. The crowd greets him with loud boos.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: Here is CJ Dreamer, the grizzled and hated veteran. The man that Las Vegas Champion Jason Martel just called out for throwing away his match last week.
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: Dreamer is a master technician, Sloan. He relies on fundamentals, psychology, and ring awareness. He might have earned the fans’ hatred recently by turning on his protégé, but he is smart, and he knows how to win.
Dreamer awaits his opponent with a cold, focused expression. The music shifts to ‘The Way Home (Metal Cover)’ by Alex Yarmak.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here is Bernard Wolfe, “Wayward Traveller”, making his way to the ring! A competitor known for his explosive American Strong Style wrestling.
JULIAN FIASCO: Wolfe is cordial but has a violent streak. He mixes hard strikes, fast grappling, and high-flying maneuvers, drawing inspiration from Puroresu. He’s dangerous, but he’s facing a ring general tonight.
The crowd cheers for Wolfe. He enters the ring, smiling, but quickly adopts a serious look, acknowledging the history and skill of the veteran across from him.
The bell rings!
Dreamer immediately uses his veteran instincts, keeping the match grounded with a methodical pace. He relies on punishing holds, attempting to wear Wolfe down with his ring smarts. Wolfe, a naturally slow starter, struggles to build momentum, finding himself trapped in a tight side headlock.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Dreamer is taking the classic approach—keeping the Wayward Traveller earthbound, shutting down that high-flying offense before it even gets going!
Wolfe finally slips free, using his agility to hit a quick Dropkick, and follows up with a rapid Snap Suplex. He attempts a cover, but Dreamer kicks out easily, immediately retreating to the corner to catch his breath.
Wolfe is finally building momentum. He rushes Dreamer in the corner with stiff strikes and a running forearm smash. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking for a high-risk move, but Dreamer uses the ropes to distract the referee!
Suddenly, Jason Martel’s music hits! The sVo Las Vegas Champion sprints down the ramp, visibly angry, holding his championship high!
JULIAN FIASCO: Look who couldn’t wait! It’s Jason Martel! He is still furious that Dreamer ruined his title defense last week!
Martel slides into the ring, distracting the referee just long enough to charge Dreamer, who is backing away. Martel connects with a brutal Spinning Heel Kick to Dreamer’s midsection! Dreamer drops to his knees, clutching his ribs! Martel yells at Dreamer, then quickly slides back out and retreats up the ramp, his revenge complete.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Vengeance! The Ace of Vegas just repaid Dreamer for the interference last week! But now Bernard Wolfe has the advantage!
Wolfe, who witnessed the entire sequence with a look of confusion and slight distaste, shakes his head. He pulls the dazed Dreamer up for his signature Pumphandle Muscular Bomb—New Horizons! He connects with the move!
Wolfe, seeing his opening, climbs to the top rope for his finish, the Homeward Bound—a massive Shooting Star Press!
But before he can launch, Dylan “The Northern Fury” MacLeod‘s music hits! MacLeod, the relentless and aggressive Canadian, storms down the ramp! MacLeod is equally upset, still fuming about Dreamer costing him the title last week!
MacLeod jumps onto the apron and shoves the top rope, forcing Wolfe to lose his balance on the turnbuckle! Wolfe crashes hard to the mat!
JULIAN FIASCO: Oh, not again! Now Dylan MacLeod is getting involved! He is just as mad as Martel that Dreamer ruined his opportunity at the Las Vegas Championship!
MacLeod slides in and glares down at the veteran Dreamer, who is now holding his back. Dreamer, seeing an ally, tries to reach out to MacLeod. But MacLeod ignores him, instead delivering a vicious Northern Lights Slam to Dreamer! He spikes the veteran, getting his own retribution!
MacLeod then glares at the still-recovering Wolfe, shakes his head in disgust at the chaos, and exits the ring.
Wolfe, dragging himself up, sees the prone, completely wiped-out Dreamer. He looks up at the still-cheering crowd, then back down at the veteran. He sighs, knowing this victory will be tainted, but ultimately decides to capitalize. Wolfe slowly climbs the turnbuckle again.
He launches into the Homeward Bound—the Shooting Star Press! He hits Dreamer flush!
Wolfe covers him, hooking the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Bernard Wolfe wins! But what a convoluted road to get there! After interference from both Jason Martel and Dylan MacLeod, the Wayward Traveller picks up the victory over CJ Dreamer!
Wolfe rises, holding his arm in the air as his music plays. However, his celebration is subdued. He looks around at the chaotic scene and shakes his head, clearly unhappy with the way the win came about, despite the three count. He gives a cold, hard glare toward the ramp where Martel and MacLeod made their statements.
JULIAN FIASCO: A win is a win, but Wolfe is not happy with the help. He wants to win by himself! But tonight, justice was served to CJ Dreamer by the two men he angered last week!
Backstage
The camera cuts back to the interview zone where Katie Smith, the sVo Lead Interviewer, stands ready. She is joined now by Adam García, “The Spanish Ace”, who is still riding the adrenaline.
KATIE SMITH: Ladies and gentlemen, I am once again joined by tonight’s main event competitor, Adam García. Adam, you and your partner Masafumi Satake have tremendous momentum, but you face a tough challenge in Danny Domino and Colt Thompson.
KATIE SMITH: My question is about trust. You and Satake know each other very well, having battled frequently over the Project Violence Heavyweight Championship in the past. Considering the intense history you share, can you truly trust Masafumi Satake tonight?
ADAM GARCÍA: (García leans into the microphone, his expression intensely focused) Trust, Katie? You can never truly trust anyone in this business. We are all calculated pricks, always looking for an advantage. I know that. And Masafumi Satake knows that.
ADAM GARCÍA: But tonight, our history is our advantage. We didn’t just meet in the ring; we battled in the main event over the biggest prize in other promotions. We know each other’s strengths, we know each other’s weaknesses, and we know exactly what it takes to survive.
ADAM GARCÍA: Domino and Thompson are arrogant , they are violent , and they think they are a dominant, unstoppable unit. But tonight, they are going to learn a brutal lesson.
ADAM GARCÍA: I trust Satake to bring the fight. I trust him to bring the Strong Style. And together, The Spanish Ace and the Japanese veteran will defeat Domino and Thompson in the main event! That is all you need to know.
KATIE SMITH: A resolute statement from Adam García. Thank you for your time. Back to the action!
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Cade Turner
The heavy, aggressive track “Unstoppable” blasts as the former MMA fighter, Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner, walks out. He is universally hated , glaring at the booing crowd with a brutal, no-nonsense intensity.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here is the man who believes he is the ultimate weapon, Cade Turner! A cocky, arrogant heel who is willing to do whatever it takes to win.
JULIAN FIASCO: And he has the background to back it up, Sloan. He blends MMA striking and professional wrestling power. He’s a technician in the ring, calculated and precise. If he gets that Iron Lock applied, it’s all over.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He thrives off this hatred, and he’s facing a man who has his own history of violence and betrayal.
The music shifts to “Super Freak” by Rick James. The crowd reaction is neutral as Jay Adder, “The Icon”, strides out. He’s a veteran, known for his ring generalship and his role in training other wrestlers.
JULIAN FIASCO: There’s the so-called Icon, Jay Adder. Twenty years in the indie scene, a legendary reputation. This man knows the craft of wrestling, Sloan. He’s Ring General/Technical, and he’ll run circles around Turner if Turner doesn’t stay focused.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Adder is a decorated and feared opponent , but he’s fighting a man who throws knockout punches and has little regard for sportsmanship. This is a classic clash of styles: the Ring General vs. the MMA Machine.
The bell rings, and the two men circle, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation.
Turner immediately lunges forward, aiming for a leg takedown, but Adder uses his veteran instincts to shift his weight and block it. Adder takes the wrist and executes a crisp Snap Suplex.
JULIAN FIASCO: Beautiful counter by Adder! He’s trying to stay grounded and keep this an old-school wrestling match, not an MMA fight!
Turner quickly pops up, incensed. He shouts and drives a series of vicious, stiff forearms into Adder’s chest. Adder, tough as nails, fires back with a forearm of his own. They trade Strong Style strikes, each hit echoing through the arena.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: This is a slugfest now! Turner’s MMA precision against Adder’s two decades of ring toughness!
Turner gets the upper hand, stunning Adder with a quick Iron Fist Strike—a brutal, targeted knockout punch! Adder stumbles against the ropes. Turner rushes, hitting a Takedown Slam—a modified belly-to-belly suplex —dumping Adder hard onto the mat.
Turner immediately pounces, transitioning into Ground and Pound, driving repeated, vicious strikes to Adder’s head.
JULIAN FIASCO: This is where Turner excels! He’s breaking him down with calculated precision!
Adder manages to twist free and escape to his feet. Turner chases him, but Adder drops low and hits a quick Spinebuster, spiking Turner hard! He holds the advantage, quickly locking in the Sharpshooter submission! The crowd gives a small, appreciative cheer.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Sharpshooter is locked in! A signature hold from this veteran! Turner is in agony!
Turner uses his MMA conditioning to crawl, inch by inch, refusing to tap, before finally making it to the bottom rope! Adder is visibly frustrated.
Adder, impatient, hoists Turner onto his shoulders, but Turner slips off the back, dropping Adder with a high-impact Razor Edge—a massive spinebuster! Turner hooks the leg, but Adder kicks out at two!
Turner immediately sees his opening and locks in a tight Crossface Submission! He wrenches back on the neck and applies brutal pressure to the jaw. The Iron Lock is secured!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Iron Lock! This is it! Adder is trapped! He has no choice but to tap!
Adder’s face is contorted in pain. His arm is raised, he’s fading, but the veteran resists. He tries to roll, he tries to power out, but Turner is relentless, twisting the hold even tighter. Finally, with his last ounce of consciousness, Adder taps out!
JULIAN FIASCO: The Icon taps! Cade Turner wins by submission! That is a massive statement win for the MMA Machine! He is merciless!
Turner refuses to break the hold for a moment longer than necessary, finally releasing the dazed Adder with a sneer. He stands tall, staring down the booing audience, before being handed a microphone.
CADE TURNER: *(Shouting over the boos) That man… that so-called “Icon”… he had twenty years of experience! And I just needed twenty seconds on the ground to make him quit! You fans can keep cheering for your soft, old legends. I am the future! I am the Destroyer! And nobody… is going to stop the Iron Fist! (He throws the mic down and walks away with a vicious smirk).
Ringside
Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner has already made his exit, leaving the ring after his submission victory. The heavy boos directed at him fade as the camera focuses on Jay Adder, “The Icon”, who is slowly and painfully pulling himself up in the center of the ring. He clutches his neck and jaw where Turner’s Iron Lock submission was applied. The veteran looks spent, defeated after a grueling contest.
JEREMIAH SLOAN, sVo Commentator: What a battle we just witnessed, but Jay Adder just couldn’t escape the brutal MMA arsenal of Cade Turner. You hate to see a legend like Adder lose in that fashion.
JULIAN FIASCO, sVo Commentator: He fought proud, Sloan, but he tapped out. That’s the cold reality of this business. He’s going to have to live with that loss.
Adder finally pulls himself to his full height, leaning heavily on the ropes, his frustration and exhaustion visible. The crowd gives him a light, respectful round of applause.
Suddenly, hip-hop beats with heavy bass—the custom theme for Generation Joint —erupt through the arena!
“The Philly Flash” Jacob Izaz, Adder’s tag team partner and stablemate, sprints down the ramp with a look of frantic concern on his face.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Wait a minute! That’s Jacob Izaz! The Philly Flash! He’s rushing out to check on his tag partner!
Izaz slides into the ring and immediately rushes to Adder, embracing his partner and checking his neck. He speaks quickly, appearing to console the veteran. Izaz helps Adder away from the ropes toward the center of the ring.
JULIAN FIASCO: See, Sloan? Teamwork. Loyalty! Despite their recent string of bad luck as Generation Joint, Izaz is showing he still has respect for The Icon!
JEREMIAH SLOAH: It’s good to see, Fiasco. They need to turn their fortunes around.
Suddenly, Izaz’s expression changes from concern to a sneer. He stops walking, spins Adder around, and without warning, blasts him with a devastating Superkick! Adder collapses to the canvas in a heap!
The crowd explodes with boos and shock! Izaz stands over his former partner, his chest heaving, his face contorted in anger and arrogance.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What the hell?! Jacob Izaz just took out Jay Adder! The Philly Flash just betrayed The Icon!
JULIAN FIASCO: (Shouting) That’s the true color of “The Philly Flash,” Sloan! He’s a cocky, arrogant villain who was once a fan favorite until betrayal shifted his outlook! He was just waiting for his chance!
Izaz stomps down hard on Adder’s chest. He quickly hits the ropes and delivers his signature Slingshot Senton! He leaps back up and shouts into the hard camera.
JACOB IZAZ: (Screaming) I am done carrying dead weight! You talk about being an Icon, but all you do is lose! We cut out the dead weight, Jay! Generation Joint is mine! Mine!
Izaz retrieves a can of spray paint from beneath the ring. He spray-paints a large red X across Adder’s back, tossing the can away with disgust before executing his finisher—the Flashpoint—a sudden Springboard Cutter —onto the motionless veteran!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Flashpoint! This is a brutal, vicious attack! It looks like the Generation Joint partnership is all over! Izaz has doubled down on his ruthless heel persona and is staking his claim over the group!
JULIAN FIASCO: He cut him out, Sloan! He took the veteran out of the picture! Izaz has always been ruthless and opportunistic, and now he has the spotlight all to himself! That’s smart business!
Jacob Izaz stands tall over the crumpled body of Jay Adder, raising his fists in the air and embracing the hatred of the booing crowd before arrogantly walking away, his betrayal complete.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage, focusing on a heated, chaotic scene near the gorilla position. Bernard Wolfe is backed against a wall, arguing intensely with Jason Martel, the sVo Las Vegas Champion. Both men are furious.
JASON MARTEL: (Shouting) You took the pin, Wolfe! You were happy to take a tainted win instead of telling those two clowns to back off! This is my title picture! You should have earned it!
BERNARD WOLFE: (Pushing Martel away) I didn’t ask for their help! I don’t need the cheap advantage! I want to earn my way to the top by showing my American Strong Style —not by riding on the back of someone else’s revenge!
Suddenly, CJ Dreamer, the grizzled veteran, strides onto the scene, clutching his ribs and looking murderously angry.
CJ DREAMER: The fact is, Martel, you and MacLeod are hypocrites! You complain about me costing you your title, but tonight, you both threw away a fair contest just for petty revenge! You’re no better than the heels you claim to despise!
JASON MARTEL: You threw away my match last week! You cost me a clean win against MacLeod!
Before Martel and Dreamer can escalate, Dylan “The Northern Fury” MacLeod storms in from the side, his face rigid with Canadian intensity.
DYLAN MACLEOD: You both need to shut up! Dreamer, you cost me my opportunity at the Las Vegas Championship! And Martel, you keep talking about betting on yourself, but tonight, you ran out here like a coward! My business is with the title, and the only reason that belt isn’t mine is because of this mess!
The four men are now nose-to-nose, yelling over one another. Security guards rush toward the area, sensing an imminent brawl.
Just as the fighting is about to break out, Jon Page, the Sanctioned Violence Owner, appears, flanked by a larger contingent of security.
JON PAGE: (Speaking with a calm, authoritative voice that cuts through the noise) ENOUGH!
The four wrestlers immediately freeze, turning to the owner.
JON PAGE: You three [Martel, MacLeod, Wolfe] keep complaining about an unfair outcome. And you, Dreamer, keep insisting on involving yourself in the title picture. Well, I don’t run a democracy. I run the sVo! And I run Showdown from the Goodfellas Casino Arena!
JON PAGE: I promised the fans an unforgettable Seasons Beatings! So here is how we settle this. You want chaos? You want to fight? You will all get what you deserve!
JON PAGE: At Seasons Beatings… it will be Jason Martel defending the sVo Las Vegas Championship against Bernard Wolfe, Dylan MacLeod, and CJ Dreamer!
(Page pauses, letting the shock and excitement sink in)
JON PAGE: It will be a Fatal Four-Way Match! And may the most ruthless man win! Now, clear this area! You have a main event to prepare for!
Page nods to the security, who immediately herd the four stunned competitors away in opposite directions. Martel is still arguing, but his focus has shifted entirely to the new challenge.
Tag Team Match
Danny Domino & Colt Thompson vs. Adam Garcia & Masafumi Satake
The arena darkens. A slow, menacing southern rock track with a build of galloping hooves and gunfire begins. Colt Thompson, “The Lone Star” , walks down the ramp in his cowboy hat and long leather coat, surveying the crowd with disdain.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: We are into our main event! And here is one half of the heel team, the calculating, ruthless Colt Thompson!
JULIAN FIASCO: Thompson is a dangerous brawler, Sloan. He embodies the lone gunslinger persona—arrogant and unapologetic. He thrives on intimidation and dominance.
The music abruptly changes to a slow, methodical instrumental of “Ready for War” by 50 Cent. Danny Domino, “The Bully” , strides out with his thick, muscular build. He’s chewing gum , sneering at the massive wave of boos.
JULIAN FIASCO: And his partner is the former sVo Champion, Danny Domino! Loud, arrogant, and cruel. The most hated man in this building, and he absolutely loves it!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: A true powerhouse brawler. These two men—Thompson and Domino—are brutal, powerful, and absolutely without a conscience!
Thompson and Domino nod to each other—an alliance based purely on shared hostility and a desire to dominate.
The opponents’ music hits: “YOUNG REALLOUD – I’M NUMBER ONE”. Adam García, “The Spanish Ace” , runs out with fiery intensity, a clean-cut wrestler who turned his back on the fans and found success as the Campeón Pesado de Ichiban.
JULIAN FIASCO: Now, here is a team that could be explosive! The Spanish Ace, Adam García! A strong style wrestler with an MMA background. He’s a calculated prick who will do whatever is necessary to win.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: García is a force, Fiasco, but let’s look at his partner—the debut everyone is still talking about!
The music shifts to a hard, driving rock beat, “Down the Drain”. Masafumi Satake , the Japanese veteran, makes his way out with the International Heavyweight Championship belt. He is clean-cut, a bull of a man, with a distinct scar on his orbital bone. The crowd is buzzing.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The man who showed up last week and immediately got into the face of a former champion! Masafumi Satake! A two-decade veteran of the indy circuit , a Powerhouse/Strong Style wrestler who has just returned from a tour of Japan!
JULIAN FIASCO: The man lives and breathes this business, Sloan. He’s a true professional, focused on leaving an everlasting impression. He is one of the toughest men in the world, and he’s facing some heavy competition tonight!
The bell rings! The four behemoths size each other up.
The match begins with García and Domino. García, the aggressor, charges immediately with stiff strikes, utilizing his Strong Style. Domino is stunned but returns fire with a signature Big Boot that rocks García.
Domino tags in Thompson. Thompson slows the pace, using his 6’4” height and reach to dominate. He catches García coming off the ropes with a massive Texas Slam—a thunderous spinebuster!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: A massive display of raw power by Thompson! This is what he does—relies on brute strength.
Thompson signals for the end early, attempting to lock in the Lone Star Lock, but García desperately fights, kicking him off and making a desperate tag to Satake!
Satake enters the ring like a freight train, immediately charging Thompson with a devastating Lariat that nearly flips Thompson inside out! He follows up with a series of stiff chops and forearms in the corner.
JULIAN FIASCO: Satake is unleashing the Strong Style! He’s hitting him with everything he’s got! This is how you make an impression!
Satake hoists the 260 lb Thompson up for a Northern Lights Suplex and drives him to the mat! Satake attempts a cover, but Domino runs in, forcing the break.
All four men are now in the ring! Domino and Thompson use their shared heel instincts to corner Satake and deliver a quick Double Suplex! García rushes in to even the odds, hitting Domino with a Spinning Backfist. Thompson blindsides García, but García dodges, sending Thompson over the top rope with a vicious Dropkick!
García and Domino are left alone. Domino, enraged, goes for his Swinging Uranage—the Domino Effect! But García counters in mid-air, spinning it into his own finisher—the Blade Runner! The Destino Final! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! Thompson pulls García out of the ring!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Thompson saved the match! What great heel psychology!
Satake, recovering on the outside, immediately engages Thompson in a brutal brawl near the announcers’ table!
In the ring, Domino slowly rises, stunned that he kicked out of the Destino Final. He turns right into a charging Satake, who has thrown Thompson into the steel steps! Satake hits a brutal Running Fireman’s Carry and spins Domino into a devastating Reverse Neckbreaker —the Matsuzaka Cutter!
JULIAN FIASCO: The Matsuzaka Cutter! Satake just leveled the former champion!
Satake covers Domino! ONE! TWO! THREE!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: They did it! Masafumi Satake and Adam García defeat the unholy alliance! What a main event performance by the newly debuted Masafumi Satake, finishing off the former sVo Champion!
Satake stands over Domino, showing respect to the fallen opponent with a subtle nod, then raises García’s hand high in the center of the ring. A powerful message has been sent to the entire roster on the road to Seasons Beatings!
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