sVo Showdown 251
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 14th December 2025
The iconic smooth jazz and the rhythmic clinking of glasses echo through the opulent lobby of the Goodfellas Casino, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and intrigue that welcomes visitors to the heart of the Las Vegas Strip. The camera pans over the glittering gaming tables and the fictional “wise guy” croupiers before pushing through the double mahogany doors and into the electric environment of the Goodfellas Casino Arena.
Inside, the venue is a masterpiece of modern luxury fused with classic Italian architecture. High-definition LED screens blaze to life, illuminating the plush seating where thousands of fans are already on their feet. The sophisticated lighting system bathes the ring in a golden glow as the sVo opening video package plays on the marquee, signaling the start of another night of sanctioned violence.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Welcome to the entertainment capital of the world and welcome to sVo Showdown 251! We are live from the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, and the atmosphere tonight is absolutely electric!. I’m Jeremiah Sloan, joined as always by the former Hostility Wrestling Champion, Julian Fiasco. Julian, we are just seven days away from the Seasons Beatings pay-per-view, and the tension in this building is palpable.”.
Julian Fiasco: “You can bet your bottom chip on that, Sloan. This is Vegas—where you either go big or you go home broke. Seasons Beatings is right around the corner, and tonight is the last chance for these guys to make a statement, secure a spot, or just hurt someone before the big dance. And looking at this card? Someone is definitely getting hurt.”.
Jeremiah Sloan: “It is a stacked card tonight, Julian. We have a massive main event featuring four of the best in the business. The ‘Bully’ Danny Domino teams up with the ‘Dynasty Destroyer’ Angelo Anderson to take on the high-flying Kenneth D. Williams and the ‘Spanish Ace’ Adam Garcia!. That is a combustible element waiting to explode.”
Julian Fiasco: “Combustible? It’s a forest fire, Sloan. You’ve got Anderson, who calls himself ‘Unbreakable’, and Domino, who just loves to make people miserable.. Put them against a technician like Garcia and a risk-taker like Williams? It’s going to be a car crash, and I can’t wait to see the wreckage.”.
Jeremiah Sloan: “And that’s not all. Tonight, we see ‘The Wild West Warrior’ Jake Blackwood stepping into the ring against the cold and calculating Noah Rogan.. The ‘Python’ has been looking to squeeze the life out of the competition lately, but Blackwood is not one to back down from a fight.”.
Julian Fiasco: “Rogan is a predator, Sloan. He’s sadistic.. Blackwood might have that cowboy grit, but if he lets Rogan get that coil around him, it’s lights out. I appreciate a man who enjoys his work, and Rogan really seems to enjoy the suffering.”.
Jeremiah Sloan: “We also have tag team action as Ricky Johnson and Marty Murdoch take on the Blood Money Soldiers.. It’s a classic case of the underdogs facing the mob enforcers. And in singles competition, ‘The Iron Fist’ Cade Turner looks to continue his ruthless streak against the veteran ‘Icon’, Jay Adder.”.
Julian Fiasco: “Turner is a weapon, plain and simple.. But Adder? He’s been in this game 20 years.. You don’t survive that long without knowing a few tricks. But let’s be honest, Turner doesn’t care about tricks; he cares about breaking bones.”.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Plus, Victor Holland faces the imposing ‘Lone Star’ Colt Thompson.. It is a night of high stakes and heavy hitters here at Goodfellas. The road to Seasons Beatings is paved with danger, and it all starts right now! Let’s head to the ring for our opening contest!”.
Single Match
Jake Blackwood vs. Noah Rogan
The arena lights dim to a murky green as a slow, sinister track filled with rattlesnake hisses and deep bass begins to thump through the sound system. The fans immediately shower the entrance ramp with boos as Noah Rogan steps out, his face hidden beneath the hood of a vest featuring a serpent design. He pulls the hood back slowly, revealing a cold, perpetual scowl.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Here comes a man who calls himself the ‘Python,’ and for good reason. Noah Rogan is cold, calculating, and absolutely sadistic inside that ring. He doesn’t just want to win; he wants to squeeze the hope out of his opponents.”
Julian Fiasco: “It’s not sadism, Sloan, it’s efficiency. Look at him. He’s methodical. Why rush around like a headless chicken when you can wait for your prey to make a mistake and then—snap—it’s over? Rogan is looking to make a statement before Seasons Beatings.”
Rogan slides into the ring, staring down the audience with snake-like intensity as they chant insults at him. The atmosphere shifts instantly as “Dead Man’s Hand” by Drowning Pool hits the speakers. The crowd erupts in cheers as Jake Blackwood emerges, wearing his signature sleeveless duster coat and cowboy hat.
Jeremiah Sloan: “And listen to that reaction! The ‘Wild West Warrior’ is in the building! Jake Blackwood is a man who lives by a code: fight fair, fight proud, and never back down. He’s going to need all that grit tonight against a technician like Rogan.”
Julian Fiasco: “Codes get you broken in this business. Blackwood thinks he’s at a rodeo, but he’s walking into a snake pit.”
Blackwood strides to the ring with a rugged swagger, tipping his hat to the fans before tossing it into the crowd, a souvenir for a lucky fan in the front row. He steps through the ropes, and the referee calls for the bell.
The match begins with Rogan trying to slow the pace immediately, circling Blackwood and looking for a grapple. Blackwood, however, charges in with the energy of a barroom brawler, backing Rogan into the corner with stiff, western-style strikes.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Blackwood bringing the fight right to the Python! He knows he can’t let Rogan set the pace. Look at those heavy hands!”
Rogan covers up, absorbing the blows before shoving Blackwood away and delivering a sharp kick to the midsection. Rogan quickly transitions, looking for a standing submission, but Blackwood counters with surprising agility for his size, hitting a snap suplex that rattles the ring. Rogan rolls to the outside to regroup, hissing at a fan who leans over the barricade.
Julian Fiasco: “Smart move by Rogan. Reset the board. Blackwood is firing on adrenaline, and you have to let that fuel burn off.”
Rogan slides back in as Blackwood approaches, catching the cowboy with a cheap shot to the throat while the referee is checking Rogan’s position near the ropes. Rogan immediately capitalizes, hitting a spinning spinebuster that plants Blackwood center ring.
Jeremiah Sloan: “And just like that, the predator strikes. That spinebuster took the wind right out of Blackwood’s sails.”
Rogan slows the match down to a crawl. He stalks Blackwood, stomping methodically on the cowboy’s arm and shoulder, softening him up for a submission. He pulls Blackwood up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, following up with a crushing clothesline. Rogan taunts the crowd, soaking in the boos, before applying a rear chin lock, grinding his forearm into Blackwood’s face.
Julian Fiasco: “This is where Rogan excels. He’s wearing him down, layer by layer. Like a snake constricting its prey.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Blackwood is tough, though. He worked ranches in West Texas; he knows what hard work feels like. He’s fighting to his feet!”
The crowd rallies behind Blackwood, chanting “YEE-HAW!” as he powers up from the mat. He breaks Rogan’s grip with elbows to the gut. Rogan tries to cut him off with a knee, but Blackwood catches the leg and delivers a massive dragon screw leg whip.
Both men are up. Rogan swings wildly, but Blackwood ducks and fires back with a series of rights and lefts. He whips Rogan into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl powerslam that shakes the canvas.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Here comes the comeback! The Outlaw is firing up!”
Blackwood waits for Rogan to rise, measuring him up. As Rogan stumbles to his feet, Blackwood charges for a running corner clothesline, but Rogan sidesteps at the last second. Blackwood hits the turnbuckle hard. Rogan grabs him from behind, looking for his finisher, The Constriction.
Julian Fiasco: “He’s got the sleeper hooked! If he locks in the body scissors, this is over!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Blackwood fighting it! He’s trying to keep those hands from locking!”
Blackwood, desperate, drives Rogan backward, smashing him into the turnbuckles to break the hold. Rogan stumbles forward, dazed. He turns around, looking to strike with a short-arm lariat, but Blackwood ducks under the arm.
Blackwood bounces off the ropes, building a head of steam. He leaps into the air, spinning with explosive force—connecting flush with the Six Shooter lariat!. The impact sounds like a shotgun blast.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Six Shooter! He nearly took his head off!”
Blackwood hooks the leg.
Referee: “One! Two! Three!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Jake Blackwood has done it! The Wild West Warrior picks up a huge massive victory here in Las Vegas!”
Julian Fiasco: “I’ll give it to him, Sloan. That lariat hits like a mule kick. Rogan got caught, plain and simple.”
Blackwood stands tall, chest heaving, as his hand is raised. “Dead Man’s Hand” plays once again as he retrieves his hat from the fan at ringside, placing it back on his head with a grin. He points to the camera, sending a clear message that he is ready for whatever Seasons Beatings brings next week.
Backstage
The camera cuts backstage to the interview area, where sVo’s lead interviewer Katie Smith is standing by. She looks ready for business, microphone in hand, though she casts a wary glance upward at the looming figure beside her.
Katie Smith: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with ‘The Dynasty Destroyer,’ Angelo Anderson. Angelo, last week you were mere seconds away from potentially capturing the sVo Championship from Carlos Vasquez. But that opportunity was snatched away when Kenneth D. Williams interfered, costing you the match. What is going through your mind heading into tonight’s main event against Williams and Adam Garcia?”
The camera pans up to the impassive face of Angelo Anderson. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scowl. He simply stares into the lens with a terrifying, icy calm. He adjusts the metal-plated chest piece of his trench coat before answering in a low, measured baritone.
Angelo Anderson: “Kenneth Williams thinks this is a game. He thinks he’s funny. He thinks jumping around like a child makes him a star. But last week, he made the biggest mistake of his life. He didn’t just cost me a match, Katie. He insulted my dominance.”
Anderson takes a slow step closer to the camera, his intense eyes narrowing.
Angelo Anderson: “Williams calls himself ‘The Human Highlight Reel’. He wants to fly? Good. Because tonight, I’m going to ground him. permanently. I don’t care about Adam Garcia. I don’t care about Danny Domino. I care about punishing the man who dared to stand in my way.”
He pauses, letting the silence hang heavy in the air, his conviction absolute.
Angelo Anderson: “When I get my hands on him tonight, there won’t be any flips. There won’t be any jokes. There will only be the sound of his bones snapping. I am Unbreakable. And Kenneth Williams? He breaks just like everyone else.”
Anderson stares into the camera for a heartbeat longer, his presence suffocating, before turning and walking away with a slow, purposeful stride. Katie Smith watches him go, looking visibly unsettled, before turning back to the camera.
Katie Smith: “Strong words from a dangerous man. Back to you at ringside.”
Tag Team Match
Ricky Johnson & Marty MacLeod vs. Blood Money Soldiers
Jeremiah Sloan: “The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! And Julian, looking at the team making their way to the ring right now, you have to fear for their opponents.”
The arena lights shift to a menacing gold and black hue as a classic Italian mafia-style instrumental mixed with heavy trap beats hits the PA system. The crowd erupts in boos as the Blood Money Soldiers—Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino—step onto the stage, flanked by the imposing figure of Joe Barone.
Julian Fiasco: “These two are dangerous, Sloan. You have the ‘Sicilian Enforcer’ Nicky Columbo, a mountain of a man who enjoys hurting people, and Junior Gambino, who is as slippery as he is arrogant. And with ‘The Problem Solver’ Joe Barone watching their backs, it’s like stepping into a lion’s den.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “They are challenging the SEC for the sVo Tag Team Championships next Sunday at Seasons Beatings, and they look ready to make an example out of anyone in their path tonight.”
Already in the ring are their opponents, the high-energy pairing of Ricky “The Underdog” Johnson and the perennial fan-favourite Marty Murdoch. Johnson bounces on his toes, trying to keep Murdoch’s spirits up, but the size difference is glaring as Columbo steps over the top rope, staring a hole through them.
Julian Fiasco: “Ricky Johnson has a lot of heart, and Murdoch is… well, he’s optimistic. But optimism doesn’t stop a freight train like Columbo.”
The bell rings, and Marty Murdoch charges forward with a surprising burst of courage, throwing scrappy punches at the towering Nicky Columbo. Columbo doesn’t even flinch. He slowly looks down at Murdoch, grabs him by the throat, and hurls him into the corner like a ragdoll.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Good lord! Columbo just tossed Murdoch across the ring with zero effort! That is pure power from the Sicilian Enforcer.”
Columbo stalks Murdoch, crushing him in the corner with repeated heavy clotheslines that echo through the arena. He tags in Junior Gambino, who struts in with a cocky smirk. Columbo holds Murdoch in place, allowing Gambino to deliver a free shot—a sharp running knee strike to the jaw.
Julian Fiasco: “Look at the arrogance of Gambino. He’s treating this like a training session. He knows he has the muscle behind him.”
Gambino taunts Ricky Johnson on the apron before snapping Murdoch over with a crisp snap dragon suplex. He goes for a lazy cover, but pulls Murdoch’s head up at the count of two, laughing in his face. He drags Murdoch to his corner and slaps him, daring him to make a tag.
Jeremiah Sloan: “This is humiliation. Gambino is playing with his food. Murdoch finally lunging… he makes the tag!”
Ricky Johnson flies into the ring, ducking a clothesline from Gambino and hitting a rapid-fire dropkick that sends the youngster stumbling back. The crowd cheers as “The Underdog” fires up, hitting a hurricanrana that sends Gambino flying. Johnson looks for the tag to finish it, but as he bounces off the ropes, Joe Barone subtly hooks his ankle from the outside!
Julian Fiasco: “Barone getting involved! The Enforcer earning his paycheck!”
The distraction is momentary, but it’s enough. As Johnson turns to argue with the referee, he turns right into a devastating Mafia Kick from Nicky Columbo, who had blind-tagged himself in moments earlier. Johnson crumples to the mat, lights out.
Jeremiah Sloan: “He nearly took his head off! Columbo is legal, and Johnson didn’t even see him coming!”
Columbo hauls the limp body of Ricky Johnson up, lifting him high into the air for a high-angle sit-out powerbomb. He plants him with earth-shattering force—The Cement Shoes.
Julian Fiasco: “Cement Shoes! He’s dragging him to the bottom of the river!”
Columbo doesn’t even hook the leg; he simply places a heavy boot on Johnson’s chest, crossing his arms and glaring at the hard cam.
Referee: “One! Two! Three!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Total domination! The Blood Money Soldiers have decimated Ricky Johnson and Marty Murdoch in record time!”
The bell rings, but the assault isn’t over. Joe Barone slides into the ring, handing a microphone to Junior Gambino. Gambino stands over the fallen Johnson, breathing hard but smiling.
Junior Gambino: “SEC! You watching this? You see what happens when you mess with the family? Next week at Seasons Beatings, these belts are coming home to Blood Money. Consider this a warning.”
Columbo snatches the mic, his voice low and venomous.
Nicky Columbo: “It’s nothing personal. It’s just business.”
Julian Fiasco: “A chilling message sent to the champions. If the SEC is watching, they better be preparing for a war next Sunday.”
Backstage
Jeremiah Sloan: “Strong words indeed earlier from Angelo Anderson. But now, let’s head back to Katie Smith who is standing by with the man currently holding the gold, the sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez!”
The camera cuts to the interview area where Katie Smith stands next to “The Miami Maverick” Carlos Vasquez. Vasquez looks immaculate in a white designer suit with pastel shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the sVo Championship belt draped casually over one shoulder. Despite his relaxed posture, there is a flicker of annoyance behind his designer sunglasses.
Katie Smith: “Carlos, moments ago we heard from a furious Angelo Anderson. He believes he had you beaten last week until Kenneth D. Williams interfered. What is your reaction to the controversy surrounding the end of that match?”
Vasquez scoffs, lowering his sunglasses to look Katie in the eye with his trademark suave confidence.
Carlos Vasquez: “Controversy? Katie, please. The only controversy is that people actually believe I needed help to handle a caveman like Angelo Anderson. Look at me. I am the Sunshine Showstopper. I am the Main Event. I had Anderson exactly where I wanted him. I was playing with him, dazzling him with the finesse that only the Miami Maverick possesses.”
Vasquez adjusts the title on his shoulder, his expression hardening slightly.
Carlos Vasquez: “But let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t ask for Kenneth Williams to come out there. I didn’t need Kenneth Williams to come out there. He didn’t save me, he stole my spotlight! He ruined my moment of triumph just so he could settle some petty score with Anderson. And nobody—nobody—steals the spotlight from Carlos Vasquez.”
Before Katie can follow up, a slow, sarcastic clapping is heard from off-camera.
Alex Sterling: “Bravo! Bravo! What a performance! truly moving. A little melodramatic for my taste, but the passion was… passable.”
Alex Sterling steps into the frame , wearing a gold-accented white jacket and his own pair of designer sunglasses. He looks Vasquez up and down with a sneer of superiority.
Carlos Vasquez: “Sterling. To what do I owe the displeasure? I’m in the middle of an interview, not a casting call for B-movies.”
Alex Sterling: “Oh, Carlos, don’t be bitter. You’re playing the role of the ‘aggrieved champion’ quite well, but we all know your screen time is running out. You see, next week at Seasons Beatings, the script has already been written. And spoiler alert: it doesn’t end well for you.”
Sterling leans in close, invading Vasquez’s personal space.
Alex Sterling: “You’re worried about Kenneth Williams stealing your spotlight? You should be worried about me stealing your role entirely. Next Sunday is the premiere of my greatest masterpiece. It’s the night ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain’ becomes the leading man of sVo. I’m going to hit you with a Box Office Smash that the critics will be raving about for years.”
Vasquez steps forward, practically nose-to-nose with Sterling, the tension thick in the air.
Carlos Vasquez: “You think this is a movie, amigo? You think you can just yell ‘cut’ when things get too real? Next week, there are no stunt doubles. There are no retakes. When I hit you with the Miami Vice Kick, the only credits rolling will be inside your head when you’re staring up at the lights.”
Alex Sterling: “We’ll see who gets the final bow. Until then… stay in character.”
Sterling flashes a smug, Hollywood smile, adjusts his jacket, and struts out of the frame. Vasquez watches him go, shaking his head with disdain, before turning back to the camera and flashing a million-dollar smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Carlos Vasquez: “Next week… his show gets cancelled.”
Katie Smith: “Tension is at an all-time high heading into the pay-per-view! Back to you, Jeremiah.”
Single Match
Cade Turner vs. Jay Adder
Jeremiah Sloan: “We move right along to singles action here at Showdown 251. We have a clash of styles as the MMA-influenced brutality of Cade Turner takes on the twenty-year veteran, Jay Adder.”
Julian Fiasco: “Adder is a ring general, Sloan. He’s seen it all. But Cade Turner? He’s not a wrestler; he’s a machine built to hurt people. If Adder thinks he can out-wrestle a guy who wants to break his arm, he’s in for a long night.”
The arena plunges into an aggressive atmosphere as “Unstoppable” by The Score blasts through the speakers. Cade “The Iron Fist” Turner marches down the ramp with a cold, arrogant sneer, ignoring the jeers from the crowd. He slides into the ring, shadowboxing with crisp, vicious strikes, looking every bit the “Destroyer” his nickname suggests.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Turner looks laser-focused. He believes he is the ultimate weapon, and tonight he wants to prove it against a legend.”.
Rick James’ “Super Freak” hits next, and the mood lightens as Jay Adder steps out. “The Icon” walks with the confidence of a man who has dominated the indie scene for two decades, though his expression is serious tonight.
The bell rings, and Turner wastes no time, closing the distance with a flurry of stiff jabs and leg kicks, utilizing his MMA background to keep the veteran at bay. Adder tries to close the gap for a lock-up, but Turner catches him with a brutal knee to the gut, doubling him over. Turner immediately executes a hard-hitting Takedown Slam, driving the air out of Adder.
Julian Fiasco: “See? That’s the difference. Adder wants a wrestling match; Turner wants a fight. Look at that ground and pound!”.
Turner mounts Adder, raining down a series of vicious strikes, showcasing his “No Mercy” attitude. He drags Adder up, looking for the Iron Fist strike, but the veteran ducks! Adder uses his technical expertise, slipping behind Turner and executing a perfect Snap Dragon Suplex.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Counter by The Icon! Adder showing that ring generalship! He’s not done yet!”.
Adder keeps the pressure on, hitting a Vertical Brain Buster that plants Turner center ring. The crowd rallies as Adder signals for the end. He drags a groggy Turner to his feet, hooking the arms.
Jeremiah Sloan: “He’s setting it up! He’s looking for Memory Lane! If he hits that Double Underhook Tombstone, it is over!”.
Suddenly, a figure vaults over the barricade and slides into the ring. It’s “The Philly Flash” Jacob Izaz!.
Julian Fiasco: “Wait a minute! That’s Jacob Izaz! That’s Adder’s partner in Generation Joint! What is he doing out here?”.
Adder, sensing the movement, releases the hold on Turner and turns to face his partner, a confused look on his face. Izaz stands there, hands on his hips, smirking. He points at Turner, seemingly encouraging Adder to finish him… but as Adder turns back to Turner, Izaz clips Adder’s knee from behind with a chop block!
Jeremiah Sloan: “What?! Jacob Izaz just took out Jay Adder! Why?! They took over Generation Joint together!”.
Adder collapses in agony, clutching his knee. Turner, recovering from the near-fall and realizing the opportunity, pounces like a shark. He grabs the injured Adder and wrenches back on his neck, locking in the Iron Lock!.
Julian Fiasco: “The Iron Lock is applied! He’s got that crossface locked in tight, and he is wrenching that neck!”.
Adder reaches for the ropes, but the pain is too much, and the positioning is too deep. He has no choice but to tap out.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Jay Adder taps! Cade Turner wins! But the story here is the betrayal we just witnessed!”
Referee: “Winner, by submission, Cade ‘The Iron Fist’ Turner!”
Turner releases the hold only after the referee physically pries him off, standing over Adder with a ruthless smirk. But the attention is on Jacob Izaz, who stands over his former mentor and friend, laughing and trash-talking the downed legend.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Jacob Izaz has turned his back on the man who stood by him when they ousted Kenneth Williams! This is absolutely shocking! Turner picks up the win, but Izaz has just driven a stake through the heart of Generation Joint!”
Backstage
Jeremiah Sloan: “Shocking scenes indeed, but we have to keep moving. Standing by backstage is Katie Smith with a young man who is looking to reverse his own fortunes tonight.”
The camera cuts to the interview area. Katie Smith stands with a microphone, looking serious. Beside her is Victor Holland, “The Rising Star.” Holland is dressed in his red, white, and gold ring gear, bouncing slightly on his heels, trying to stay loose, but the tension in his jaw is visible.
Katie Smith: “I’m here with Victor Holland. Victor, you came into sVo with a lot of hype as ‘The Natural,’ but I have to be honest with you—things haven’t been going your way recently. You’re currently on a losing streak that has critics wondering if the pressure of the big leagues is getting to you. With a match against the ‘Texas Tyrant’ Colt Thompson just moments away, where is your head at?”
Holland stops bouncing. He takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment before meeting Katie’s gaze with the hazel eyes that have become known for their intensity.
Victor Holland: “You’re right, Katie. I won’t sugarcoat it. I’ve taken some hits lately. I’ve been pinned, I’ve been beaten, and I’ve looked up at the lights more than I ever planned to. But my grandfather used to tell me that you learn more from one loss than you do from a hundred wins.”
He steps closer to the microphone, his youthful face showing a wisdom beyond his twenty years.
Victor Holland: “They call me ‘Young Blood’ because I have the fire, but I also have the grit. Every loss is just a lesson, and I’ve been doing a lot of studying. Colt Thompson is a monster. He’s the ‘Lone Star,’ a man who likes to hurt people just to prove a point. He thinks he’s going to walk through me like I’m just another rookie.”
Holland adjusts his wrist tape, his expression hardening into determination.
Victor Holland: “But tonight isn’t about size. It’s about speed. It’s about heart. It’s about refusing to stay down. Colt Thompson might be strong, but he can’t hit what he can’t catch. The losing streak ends tonight, Katie. I’m not here to just take part; I’m here to change the game. And tonight, the ‘Rising Star’ starts rising again.”
Holland gives a sharp nod, slaps his chest to psyche himself up, and exits the frame toward the gorilla position.
Katie Smith: “Confident words from a young man with everything to prove. Back to you, Jeremiah.”
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Colt Thompson
Jeremiah Sloan: “It is time for a clash of generations and styles here at Showdown 251. Victor Holland, looking to snap a losing streak, takes on a man with a massive opportunity next week, the ‘Texas Tyrant’ Colt Thompson.”
Julian Fiasco: “Holland has heart, I’ll give him that. He’s ‘The Rising Star,’ but he’s been falling lately. And Colt Thompson? He’s not looking for a wrestling match; he’s looking for a warm-up before he challenges Masafumi Satake for the International Heavyweight Championship at Seasons Beatings. This is a dangerous spot for the kid.”
The arena fills with the upbeat sounds of “Glory” by The Score. Victor Holland bursts through the curtain, slapping hands with fans and sprinting to the ring with his signature youthful energy. He vaults over the top rope, his red, white, and gold gear shimmering under the lights, but his expression is focused—he knows he needs this win.
The mood shifts instantly as a heavy southern rock track begins to build, punctuated by the sound of galloping hooves and gunfire. The fans jeer as Colt Thompson emerges, wearing a long leather coat and a black cowboy hat. He walks slowly, surveying the crowd with disdain, looking every bit the “Lone Star” outlaw.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Thompson looks like he’s carving a path of destruction. He’s been dominating in Japan, and now he’s back on US soil to claim gold.”
The bell rings, and Holland immediately uses his speed, circling the larger man. Thompson lunges for a grapple, but Holland ducks, peppering the Texan with quick leg kicks and a sharp chop to the chest. Thompson growls, swinging a massive right hand, but Holland rolls under it and hits a dropkick that barely moves the big man.
Julian Fiasco: “You can’t just chip away at a mountain, Holland. You have to dynamite it.”
Thompson corners Holland, but the youngster scales the turnbuckles and backflips over him. As Thompson turns, Holland hits a springboard arm drag that finally sends the “Texas Tyrant” stumbling across the ring. Holland charges for a running knee, but Thompson explodes out of the corner with a “Rancher’s Clothesline” that turns Holland inside out!
Jeremiah Sloan: “Good grief! He nearly took his head off! The power of Colt Thompson is terrifying.”
Thompson takes control, using his size to punish Holland. He drags him up and plants him with a massive “Texas Slam” spinebuster, shaking the ring. He stalks Holland, taunting the crowd with a sneer, shouting that this is too easy.
Holland fights back from his knees, striking Thompson’s midsection. He ducks a lariat and hits a “Rolling snap suplex combo,” showing incredible strength for his size to lift the 260-pounder! The crowd roars as Holland climbs the top rope, looking for the “Skyfall.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “He’s going high risk! He’s looking for the Corkscrew 450!”
Holland leaps, twisting in the air, but Thompson moves! Holland rolls through on his feet, but as he stands up, he runs straight into a “Lariat from Hell”—a swinging lariat that echoes through the arena!
Julian Fiasco: “Lights out! That’s it!”
Thompson doesn’t even pin him. He drags the limp Holland up to his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He locks in the full nelson and slams him down—the “Lone Star Lock.” He holds the submission for good measure as the referee dives to check on Holland, who is clearly out.
Jeremiah Sloan: “The Lone Star Lock is applied! There is no escape!”
Referee: “One! Two! Three!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “Colt Thompson wins in decisive fashion! He has absolutely dismantled Victor Holland tonight.”
Thompson stands tall, retrieving his hat and placing it on his head. He grabs a microphone, staring directly into the hard camera.
Colt Thompson: “Satake! You see this? This kid had heart… but heart doesn’t stop a bullet. Next week, the International Championship comes home to Texas. I’m the Outlaw… and I’m coming to collect.”
Julian Fiasco: “A chilling warning for Masafumi Satake. Colt Thompson is ready for Seasons Beatings!”
Ringside
Jeremiah Sloan: “Colt Thompson has made his statement, but… wait, where is he going? He’s not leaving the ring!”
Instead of exiting, the “Texas Tyrant” drops the microphone and turns his cold, predatory gaze back to the fallen Victor Holland. Holland is barely stirring, clutching his neck from the effects of the finisher. Thompson sneers, kicks Holland in the ribs, and drags the young star back to the center of the canvas.
Julian Fiasco: “Oh, come on, Thompson! You won the match! You made your point! Save it for the pay-per-view!”
Thompson ignores the pleas from the commentary team and the boos of the crowd. He hoists the dead weight of Holland up onto his shoulders once again, signalling for a second Lone Star Lock. He wrenches the neck, locking in the full nelson with sadistic intent, looking to injure the youngster just to send a message to the champion.
Jeremiah Sloan: “This is sick! Break the hold! You’re going to snap the kid in half!”
Suddenly, the aggressive punk chords of “Down the Drain” by the Zero Boys explode through the arena. The crowd erupts as the International Heavyweight Champion, Masafumi Satake, charges out from the back!
Julian Fiasco: “Here comes the cavalry! Satake is on his way!”
Satake, looking like a bull in his black dojo pants and red laces, slides into the ring with surprising speed for a man of his size. Thompson sees the champion coming and immediately drops Holland, spinning around to face the threat.
Satake doesn’t hesitate—he swings a wild Roaring Elbow at Thompson’s head! Thompson barely ducks under the lethal strike, scrambling through the ropes and tumbling to the floor to avoid the champion’s wrath.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Satake with the save! And Thompson wants no part of that Roaring Elbow tonight!”
Satake stands center ring, chest heaving, his distinct orbital scar visible under the arena lights as he glares at the challenger. He checks on Holland briefly before turning his attention back to the “Outlaw of Osaka”.
Thompson backs up the ramp, straightening his leather coat and cowboy hat, a smug, arrogant grin spreading across his face. He taps his wrist, mouthing “Time is ticking” at the champion.
Julian Fiasco: “Colt Thompson might be retreating now, but he got what he wanted. He got Satake’s attention. Next week at Seasons Beatings, there will be nowhere to run.”
Jeremiah Sloan: “The fuse has been lit! Next Sunday, these two collide for the International Heavyweight Championship, and after what we just saw, it is going to be a war!”
Backstage
Jeremiah Sloan: “The wait is almost over. Our massive main event is coming up next, but before we get there, Katie Smith is backstage with one half of the team that many are calling an unholy alliance.”
The camera cuts backstage, where Katie Smith stands ready with her microphone. Looming beside her is Danny Domino. He is wearing his leather vest with “BULLY” scrawled across the back in spray-paint style lettering. His jaw works furiously as he chews gum with an obnoxious, open-mouthed rhythm, staring past the camera with a sneer.
Katie Smith: “Danny, tonight you are set to team with Angelo Anderson in our main event. Now, both of you are dominant forces in sVo, but you’re not exactly known for playing well with others. How do you feel about partnering with the ‘Dynasty Destroyer’ tonight?”
Domino scoffs loudly, blowing a bubble with his gum before popping it. He looks at Katie with disdain.
Danny Domino: “How do I feel? Katie, look at me. I’m ‘Double D.’ I’m the main event. I don’t need a partner. I don’t need a friend. And I certainly don’t need some silent, brooding statue like Angelo Anderson cramping my style.”
He leans in, invading Katie’s personal space, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.
Danny Domino: “But Jon Page signed the match, so I’ll play along. Anderson can do whatever he wants—throw people around, break things, whatever. Just as long as he stays out of my way when I’m working. Because tonight isn’t about tag team wrestling, Katie. Tonight is about teaching a lesson.”
Katie Smith: “You’re referring to your opponent, Adam Garcia?”
Danny Domino: “Adam Garcia… ‘The Spanish Ace.’ ‘The Mad Bull.’”
Domino laughs, a cruel, mocking sound.
Danny Domino: “He comes in here with his little accolades and his international experience, thinking he’s big time. He thinks he can step into my yard and get respect? Respect is earned through fear, Katie. And tonight, I’m going to make sure Garcia is afraid.”
Domino adjusts his taped fists, looking at them admiringly.
Danny Domino: “He thinks he’s a tough guy because he did some judo? Because he wrestled in Japan? I’m from Staten Island, sweetheart. I was beating up punks like him on the playground before I could even read.”
He turns back to the camera, his eyes wide and intense.
Danny Domino: “Garcia, you don’t belong in the sVo. You belong in a hospital bed. When I get my hands on you, I’m not going to wrestle you. I’m going to bully you until you quit. I’m going to embarrass you. And when I hit you with the Domino Effect, you’ll realize that the only ‘Ace’ in this deck… is the Joker that just ended your career.”
Domino spits his gum onto the floor near Katie’s shoes, sneers one last time, and storms off toward the entrance curtain.
Katie Smith: “Danny Domino clearly in a foul mood tonight. Jeremiah, Julian, it’s time for the main event!”
Tag Team Match
Danny Domino & Angelo Anderson vs. Kenneth D Williams & Adam Garcia
Jeremiah Sloan: “It is time for our main event! The energy in the Goodfellas Casino Arena has reached a fever pitch. We have a volatile tag team encounter featuring four men who will be looking to make headlines at Seasons Beatings!”
The arena lights flash with vibrant energy as “Family Ties” by Baby Keen & Kendrick Lamar hits the speakers. Kenneth D Williams, “The Human Highlight Reel,” bursts onto the stage, greeting the fans with high-fives. He is quickly joined by “The Spanish Ace” Adam Garcia, who walks out to “I’M NUMBER ONE,” looking calculated and focused.
Julian Fiasco: “Williams and Garcia are fan favorites, sure. They have speed, they have technique. Garcia is a former judoka, and Williams can fly like a bird. But tonight, they are running into a wall. A very mean, very large wall.”
The mood darkens instantly. “Ready for War” (Instrumental) by 50 Cent blares, and Danny “The Bully” Domino stomps out, chewing gum aggressively and sneering at the front row. He is followed by the imposing figure of Angelo Anderson, wearing his metal-plated chest piece and trench coat, walking with the terrifying calm of a man who calls himself “The Dynasty Destroyer”.
Jeremiah Sloan: “Angelo Anderson and Danny Domino. They don’t like each other, but they share a common goal: destruction. Anderson wants Kenneth Williams’ head on a platter after last week.”
The bell rings. Adam Garcia starts for his team, and Danny Domino steps up for the heels. Domino immediately starts trash-talking, mocking Garcia’s height and calling him a “punk”. Garcia stays cool, analyzing Domino’s stance. Domino goes for a clumsy lariat, but Garcia ducks, using his judo background to execute a seamless hip toss, sending the Bully crashing to the mat.
Julian Fiasco: “That’s that intelligence of Garcia. You can’t just try to brawl with a guy who knows leverage like that.”
Domino scrambles up, embarrassed and furious. He charges again, but Garcia catches him with a stiff kick to the chest and tags in Kenneth D Williams. The “Human Highlight Reel” vaults over the top rope, hitting a sunset flip on a bewildered Domino for a two-count.
Domino rolls to his corner, red-faced, and tags in Angelo Anderson. The mood shifts. Anderson steps in, his eyes locked on Williams.
Angelo Anderson: “You think this is funny, boy?”
Williams tries to use his speed, bouncing off the ropes for a springboard maneuver, but Anderson catches him in mid-air with terrifying ease. He holds Williams suspended for a moment before driving him into the turnbuckles with a Snake Eyes into a big boot.
Jeremiah Sloan: “The power of Unbreakable! Anderson just swatted Williams out of the sky!”
Now the heels take control. Anderson drags Williams to the center and hits a deadlift vertical suplex, holding him in the air to showcase his dominance before crashing him down. He tags Domino back in. “Double D” wastes no time, delivering a corner splash followed by disrespectful slaps to Williams’ face.
Julian Fiasco: “This is what Domino loves. A helpless opponent he can mock. Look at him, he’s having the time of his life bullying the smaller man.”
Williams fights from underneath, dodging a big boot and hitting a desperate enzuigiri. He crawls toward his corner… and makes the tag! Adam Garcia flies in, ducking a clothesline from Anderson and hitting a running knee to Domino. He catches Anderson with a “Gloria Iberica” (Liontamer) attempt, but Domino breaks it up with a clubbing blow to the back.
The match breaks down. All four men are in the ring. Domino tries to hit Garcia with the Domino Effect, but Garcia counters into a roll-up! One… Two… Anderson stomps Garcia to break the pin.
Williams springboards off the ropes with the “HiiPower” moonsault, taking out Anderson!. The crowd is on their feet!
Jeremiah Sloan: “Chaos in the main event! Bodies are flying everywhere!”
Williams and Anderson spill to the outside. Anderson whips Williams into the steel steps with a sickening thud. Back inside, Garcia hits a spinning heel kick on Domino. Garcia signals for the end, setting up for “Destino Final” (Blade Runner).
But as Garcia grabs him, Domino rakes Garcia’s eyes while the referee is distracted checking on Williams on the outside. Garcia stumbles back, blinded.
Anderson slides back into the ring, behind the referee’s back. As Garcia turns around, clutching his eyes, Anderson kicks him hard in the gut. Domino grabs the referee, feigning an injury to keep him occupied.
Julian Fiasco: “Smart! Look at the teamwork! The referee has no idea!”
With the referee turned, Anderson hoists the blinded Garcia up and plants him with a devastating “Unbroken” (Elevated sit-out powerbomb). He rolls out of the ring just as Domino miraculously recovers.
Domino covers the unconscious Garcia. The referee turns around.
Referee: “One! Two! Three!”
Jeremiah Sloan: “They stole it! Domino and Anderson have stolen the main event!”
Julian Fiasco: “Stolen? That was strategy, Sloan! That was brilliance!”
“Ready for War” plays again as Domino raises Anderson’s hand. Anderson, however, ignores the celebration. He walks over to the outside where Kenneth Williams is still recovering, grabs him by the hair, and shouts, “This is your future!” before throwing him down.
Jeremiah Sloan: “The message has been sent loud and clear. Danny Domino and Angelo Anderson are heading into Seasons Beatings with all the momentum, and they did it by any means necessary. We are out of time! We will see you next Sunday on Pay-Per-View!”
The show fades to black with Anderson and Domino standing tall over their fallen opponents, the jeers of the crowd echoing in the Goodfellas Casino Arena.
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