sVo Ultimate Victory 2025 PPV
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
📍 Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
📆 26th October 2025
(FADE IN: A fast-paced, dramatic, orchestral music track begins, swelling over a montage of high-impact action, backstage confrontations, and key emotional moments from recent sVo shows. The tone is intense, cinematic, and focused on the night’s high stakes.)
VIDEO PACKAGE – ULTIMATE VICTORY
(Quick cuts flash across the screen, showcasing the drama of the night’s main events.)
- A shot of the majestic exterior of the Goodfellas Casino, neon lights gleaming, followed by a smash cut to a close-up of the sVo Championship belt.
- VOICEOVER (Deep, dramatic): In the city of sin, only a select few are chosen. In a town built on gambles, tonight… we find out who holds the winning hand.
- Kenneth D Williams executes the Lights Out! double knee facebreaker finisher, his opponent crumpling.
- VOICEOVER: The “Human Highlight Reel” puts his coveted sVo Championship on the line. But the “Miami Maverick” is chasing the glory of the top prize! Carlos Vasquez is here for his magnum opus.
- Carlos Vasquez hits the Miami Vice Kick, a lightning-fast spinning heel kick, leaving his opponent reeling.
- A frantic sequence shows The Enforcers—Rick Reid and Scott Washington—ruthlessly dominating a tag team match. Reid locks in the Razor’s Edge crucifix powerbomb.
- VOICEOVER: Amy Page’s Enforcers—the reigning sVo Tag Team Champions—face a new threat, determined to take the gold and shatter their regime.
- VOICEOVER: Tonight, a new challenger will be forged. Will it be the high-flying, relentless Victor Holland? Or the aggressive, strike-heavy “Northern Fury,” Dylan MacLeod? They fight for a shot at the Las Vegas Championship!
- Alex Sterling preens, making a ‘selfie’ gesture as the crowd boos, before delivering the Box Office Smashneckbreaker driver. Jason Martel responds with the dizzying, high-impact Vegas Jackpot corkscrew neckbreaker.
- VOICEOVER: The Finale. Box Office Gold versus the Ace of Vegas. One man leaves the Victory Cup Final with their career trajectory forever changed.
- Finally, a heartfelt moment: veteran CJ Dreamer giving advice to his protégé Ricky Johnson, before stabbing him in the back. A graphic highlights the match: VETERAN vs. PROTÉGÉ.
- VOICEOVER: A torch passing. A final test. Tonight, under the bright, unforgiving lights of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, all debts are settled, and the legends are made!
(FINAL TEXT GRAPHIC fills the screen: sVo ULTIMATE VICTORY. The music hits a crescendo and drops out.)
(CUT LIVE TO RINGSIDE. The Goodfellas Casino Arena is electric, packed to the rafters. Lights flash around the ring, and the commentary team is visible at the announce table.)
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to sVo Ultimate Victory 2025, live from the legendary Goodfellas Casino Arena right here on the Las Vegas Strip! Jeremiah Sloan, alongside the former Hostility Wrestling Champion, Julian Fiasco! Julian, what an opening video package! The air is thick with anticipation for the last major event of the year!
JULIAN FIASCO: Anticipation, maybe, but I call it the smell of high-stakes money, Sloan! Tonight is about the winners, the guys who understand that cutting corners is just smart strategy. The “Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth D Williams putting that sVo Championship on the line against Carlos Vasquez!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That’s a title match that could steal the show, Julian. Williams is a true elite-level high-flyer and a huge risk taker. Vasquez, “The Miami Maverick,” is every bit as flashy and high-flying. It’s a guaranteed barnburner to see who leaves with the ultimate prize!
JULIAN FIASCO: But let’s not ignore the groundwork, Jeremiah. Our Tag Team Champions, The Enforcers—Razor Rick Reid and Scott Washington—are Amy Page’s personal wrecking crew! They’re cold, they’re ruthless, and they’ve got a disciplined mind in Reid and the MMA ferocity in Washington. They are going to punish The SEC.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And the match to crown the new Number One Contender for the Las Vegas Championship is an absolute collision of styles! Young Victor Holland, the “Rising Star” with the incredible Corkscrew 450 Splash, Skyfall, against the sheer aggression of “The Northern Fury” Dylan MacLeod, who just overwhelms opponents with strikes and submissions. That winner is looking directly at Jason Martel.
JULIAN FIASCO: Speaking of Martel, “Hollywood’s Favorite Villain” Alex Sterling is in the finals of the Victory Cup against the “Ace of Vegas,” Jason Martel! Sterling is arrogant, he’s theatrical, and he cheats every chance he gets, and I respect that! Martel, the hometown kid, has the fan support, but Sterling has the cunning. That is an actor playing to his audience, and he’s winning, Sloan.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And our opening contest tonight… that may be the most emotionally charged. CJ Dreamer, the respected veteran and former sVo Tag Team Champion, taking on his own former protégé, the young, hungry “Underdog,” Ricky Johnson! Dreamer has mentored this kid, but tonight, that mentorship is put aside. It’s the ultimate test of loyalty versus ambition as Ricky Johnson looks for revenge!
JULIAN FIASCO: The veteran has to teach the kid a lesson about respect. It’s a great story, but tonight, I want to see the Dream Breaker end the fairy tale, so we can move on to the real title matches!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: No chance of that, Julian. The atmosphere in the Goodfellas Casino Arena is absolutely electric! We are minutes away from the bell! Ultimate Victory begins now!
Single Match
CJ Dreamer vs. Ricky Johnson
The lights in the Goodfellas Casino Arena flash with electric energy as the first music hits. RICKY JOHNSON’s theme blares, an upbeat, motivational track that gets the crowd on its feet. He sprints down the ramp, diving onto the apron, soaking in the cheers. He is all youth, fire, and determination, clad in his usual bright red and white gear, every bit the plucky underdog.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Look at the fire in the eyes of Ricky Johnson! He is here tonight to prove a point: that his former mentor, CJ Dreamer, made the biggest mistake of his career turning his back on him! The crowd is fully behind him!
JULIAN FIASCO: Get a grip, Sloan. The crowd is behind him because they’re sentimental fools. They see a kid in over his head. Johnson has ambition, yes, but Dreamer has the experience, the malice, and tonight, the motive to put this kid down for good.
The arena lights suddenly shift to an oppressive, cold blue. The music cuts, replaced by a deep, grinding electronic beat. CJ DREAMER emerges, a look of cold, focused disdain etched on his face. Gone is the colorful, happy-go-lucky veteran. He is now all business, wearing sleek, expensive black and silver ring attire. He walks slowly, deliberately, not looking at the fans, only at Johnson.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: CJ Dreamer looks like a totally different man, Julian. This is not the mentor we knew. This is a cold, calculated competitor.
JULIAN FIASCO: This is a man who recognized weakness, Jeremiah! He recognized that clinging to a kid like Johnson was holding him back! This is the real Dreamer.
The bell rings, and Johnson, fueled by adrenaline, rushes across the ring, immediately unloading with a flurry of forearms and chops to Dreamer’s chest. Dreamer stumbles back into the corner, momentarily rocked, selling the initial shock and anger of his protégé.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Johnson taking the fight right to the veteran! He is not waiting for Dreamer to dictate the pace!
JULIAN FIASCO: A desperate opening salvo!
Dreamer suddenly shoves the referee, Brett Lukas, back slightly, creating space. As Lukas resets, Dreamer drives a vicious, closed-fist thumb right into the eye of the charging Johnson. Johnson recoils, clutching his face, the momentum immediately reversed. Dreamer smiles, a chilling, self-satisfied smirk.
The veteran immediately takes control, seizing Johnson and slamming him hard with a Snap DDT on the thin mat. Dreamer doesn’t pin; he pulls Johnson up by his hair with cruel indifference.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: That was a cheap shot, an absolutely classless move, right in front of the official!
JULIAN FIASCO: The referee missed it! It’s called being a professional, Sloan! Dreamer is establishing the new dynamic: he is the teacher, and Johnson is the whipping boy!
Dreamer begins a methodical, brutal assault. He delivers two devastatingly hard Running Knee Strikes to the ribs of Johnson, followed by a stalling Vertical Suplex, holding the young man suspended for a full five count before dropping him with a sickening thud. The veteran seems to be relishing every moment, talking trash to the fallen Johnson.
Johnson attempts a reversal, trying to leapfrog Dreamer, but the heel catches him mid-air, spinning him around and leveling him with a snapping Lariat that turns Johnson inside out. The crowd gasps. Dreamer then locks in a brutal, modified Crossface Submission, wrenching back with all his might.
Johnson screams, his hand inches from tapping out, but he uses every ounce of heart to reach the ropes, forcing the break. Dreamer refuses to release until the count of four, contemptuously shoving the referee away.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Johnson just surviving! He shows the heart of a champion, even if he doesn’t hold the gold!
JULIAN FIASCO: Heart doesn’t pay the bills, Jeremiah. This is just prolonging the inevitable humiliation.
Dreamer drags Johnson to the outside and viciously whips him shoulder-first into the steel ring post. The sound echoes through the arena. Dreamer then yanks Johnson’s head and smashes it against the corner of the announcer’s table. Johnson collapses onto the floor, clutching his face.
As Johnson attempts to stand, blood is now visible, trickling from a cut above his left eyebrow. Dreamer sees it, and a flicker of dark satisfaction crosses his face. He doesn’t go for a pin, he goes for the kill.
Dreamer rolls Johnson back into the ring, pulling him to his feet. He delivers a brutal series of Forearm Smashes to the back of Johnson’s already bloodied head, one after another, each one more stiff than the last. Johnson drops to his knees, his hands weakly raised in defense.
Dreamer screams, “You should have stayed down, kid!” before delivering a sickening, full-force Superkick directly to Johnson’s jaw. Johnson’s body goes limp, dropping him face-first onto the canvas.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh my God! He is out cold! That was uncalled for! The referee needs to stop this!
JULIAN FIASCO: What are you talking about? It’s called professional wrestling! The referee needs to count three!
Dreamer kneels beside the unconscious, bloody Johnson and, with a look of pure cold vengeance, locks in a tighter, even more debilitating version of the Crossface, cranking Johnson’s head and neck. Johnson is unmoving, completely unresponsive.
Referee Brett Lukas, seeing the visible crimson and the lifeless body of Johnson, screams at Dreamer to release the hold. Dreamer ignores him. Lukas, panicked and seeing the danger, waves his arms frantically.
BRETT LUKAS: Stop the match! Stop the match!
(RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!)
The bell rings urgently, signaling a Referee Stoppage. Dreamer immediately releases the hold, rising slowly to his feet, barely breaking a sweat. He stands over his former friend, who is now a defeated, bloody mess, barely moving.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: It’s over! The referee has stopped the match! CJ Dreamer has been declared the winner, but at what cost?! That was a massacre! That was an execution!
JULIAN FIASCO: A professional victory, Jeremiah! Dreamer destroyed the kid, he ended the threat, he proved his point! This is the new standard of excellence for CJ Dreamer, and it is glorious!
Dreamer kneels down once more, not to comfort Johnson, but to yank a piece of Ricky Johnson’s old gear, a wristband, off his arm. He rips it in half and contemptuously tosses the pieces into the stunned crowd, before planting one polished black boot firmly on Johnson’s back. He raises his arm high in a defiant gesture, soaking in the thunderous wave of boos. Paramedics rush the ring as Dreamer makes his victorious, cold exit.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Get him out of here! He’s a sick man! Ricky Johnson is still unresponsive! We will be right back with the latest update on Ricky Johnson, but first… The Enforcers defend their sVo Tag Team Championships!
Backstage
(The scene is set in a sterile, brightly lit backstage interview area. KATIE SMITH, the lead interviewer, stands ready with a microphone, looking professional and composed. ALEX STERLING steps into the frame, dressed in a custom, expensive silk robe that screams ‘Hollywood Royalty.’ He is accompanied by two silent, muscular men in tailored suits, clearly security/minders.)
KATIE SMITH: We are moments away from the sVo Tag Team Championship, but my attention is focused on the man who will compete in the main event of the first half of the evening, the final of the Victory Cup. I’m joined by ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain,’ Alex Sterling. Alex, tonight you face the sVo Las Vegas Champion, Jason Martel, with a future sVo Championship opportunity on the line. After the brutality we just saw in the ring, do you feel any added pressure tonight?
ALEX STERLING: (He delivers the line with a practiced, dramatic pause, slowly running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair.) Pressure, Katie? Pressure is for people who haven’t already won. Look at me. Look at the robe, the lighting, the entourage. I didn’t claw my way to the top of this miserable little organization by feeling pressure. The only pressure I feel is the need to deliver box-office gold, and tonight, I’m giving the fans a blockbuster ending.
KATIE SMITH: Jason Martel is the current Las Vegas Champion, he has the crowd squarely behind him in his hometown arena, and he has been in multiple high-stakes main events this year. He’s going to fight with everything he has to keep you from that sVo Championship opportunity.
ALEX STERLING: (He lets out a dismissive, theatrical laugh.) “The Ace of Vegas.” Please. Martel is a talented supporting actor, I’ll give him that. He’s a local fixture, and he plays the hero role nicely. But, Katie, let’s look at the script. I am the star. I am the one with the look, the skills, the legacy. Martel is Las Vegas, but I, Alex Sterling, am Hollywood. And Hollywood always trumps Vegas.
KATIE SMITH: But you two have a history of questionable finishes, specifically with that controversial referee decision in your last encounter with him.
ALEX STERLING: Questionable? I call it superior showmanship. Martel relies on heart; I rely on strategy. He relies on the fans; I rely on the fact that I am simply better. Tonight, the stakes are different. We aren’t talking about that little mid-card belt. We are talking about a title shot at the ultimate prize, the sVo Championship. Do you really think I’m going to let some sentimental local hero stand in the way of my destiny?
(Sterling leans in close to the camera, his expression turning cold and serious.)
ALEX STERLING: Tonight, Jason Martel learns a hard truth: the Victory Cup isn’t just about winning a match; it’s about conquering the final hurdle. Martel is that hurdle, and I’m going to step over his broken body on my way to the top. When that final bell rings, the story is simple: Alex Sterling wins. Curtain call, lights out, and a future sVo Championship reign is guaranteed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Katie, a star needs to warm up. I have a show to steal.
(Sterling smoothly turns and exits the frame, his security detail flanking him, leaving Katie Smith to look directly into the camera with a neutral but slightly concerned expression.)
KATIE SMITH: There you have it. High drama heading into the final of the Victory Cup. We send it back to ringside.
(FADE OUT.)
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
The Enforcers (c) vs. The SEC
The music for THE ENFORCERS hits the arena, a grinding, industrial track that speaks to their cold efficiency. RICK REID and SCOTT WASHINGTON march out, flanked by the COO, AMY PAGE, who is dressed in a power suit and carries the sVo Tag Team Championship belts over her shoulder like accessories. Reid, the strategist, holds a grim focus, while Washington, the powerhouse, looks ready for violence.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Here come The Enforcers, and if last week’s non-title loss to The SEC was an embarrassment, tonight, Amy Page has demanded a brutal response.
JULIAN FIASCO: This isn’t about embarrassment, Jeremiah. It’s about restoring order. The SEC is a couple of upstarts from X-Pro, and they got lucky last week. Tonight, The Enforcers are going to punish them for daring to challenge Amy Page’s authority.
Page hands the titles to the referee, shooting a venomous look at the commentary team before joining her men at ringside.
The arena lights explode, replaced by flashing red and yellow as the aggressive, guitar-heavy theme for THE SEC begins! GATOR BATES and THE ALABAMA KID charge down the ramp, full of youthful fire and energy. They high-five fans, their energy a direct contrast to the cold professionalism of the champions.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The SEC is looking to shock the world here tonight! The Alabama Kid, the ultimate high-flyer, and Gator Bates, the scrappy technician. They proved they could beat The Enforcers last week; tonight, they prove they can take their titles!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s a team they beat, Jeremiah. Tonight, they face two Enforcers of the sVo’s COO. The Kid and Bates are about to get a lesson in violence.
The bell rings, and the match starts with Gator Bates and Scott Washington. Washington, the larger man, immediately tries to muscle Bates, but the younger man ducks under, trying to use his quickness. Washington, however, catches him with a vicious Spinebuster less than a minute in.
JULIAN FIASCO: See that, Sloan? Strength beats speed every time.
Washington tags in Rick Reid, and The Enforcers begin a textbook heel tag team sequence. They isolate Bates on their side of the ring, utilizing frequent, quick tags and targeted strikes. Reid drives a series of Knee Drops into Bates’s lower back, grinding him down.
NARRATION: Bates briefly creates space, shoving Reid away, but as he lunges for the tag, Amy Page yanks The Alabama Kid off the apron, pulling him away from the corner!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Amy Page getting involved! She just prevented the tag! That is blatant disregard for the rules!
The referee, distracted by Page and the Kid outside, misses a blatant Double Elbow Drop by both Enforcers onto Bates. Reid then hits a Snap Suplex before locking in a Chin Lock, slowly draining the life from the challenger.
After several minutes of sustained punishment, Bates finally counters a Reid maneuver, shoving him into the corner post before delivering a quick Enzuigiri kick. Bates stumbles to the corner and makes the desperate, white-hot tag!
The Alabama Kid sprints into the match, a blur of motion! He immediately takes out Washington with a Springboard Clothesline that sends the big man tumbling to the floor. The Kid turns his attention to Reid, hitting a rapid sequence of Dropkicks and a beautiful Tornado DDT.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The momentum has completely shifted! The Kid is a house on fire! He’s using his aerial assault to neutralize the power of the Champions!
The Alabama Kid goes for the cover on Reid, but Washington, recovering quickly, breaks up the pin just in time. The match breaks down into a frantic, four-way brawl!
Bates re-enters, tackling Washington out of the ring. On the outside, Bates and Washington begin exchanging heavy blows, distracting the referee.
In the ring, The Alabama Kid manages to avoid Reid’s signature Razor’s Edge crucifix powerbomb, landing on his feet. He hits Reid with a Superkick to the jaw, leaving the champion reeling. The Kid ascends the ropes, preparing for his high-flying finisher.
JULIAN FIASCO: No! Reid needs to move! Amy, do something!
As The Alabama Kid stands on the top rope, Amy Page suddenly jumps onto the apron. She yells at the Kid, causing a brief moment of distraction!
Suddenly, out of the crowd, bursts BRICE BRANTLEY, a stable mate of The SEC! He is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, appearing from nowhere! Brantley sprints to ringside, grabbing Amy Page and violently Powerbombing her onto the steel ramp outside the ring!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Holy smokes! It’s Brice Brantley! Brantley has taken out Amy Page!
The Kid, seeing his path clear, leaps from the top rope, intending to finish Reid. But Scott Washington is back in the ring! He grabs The Kid mid-air, attempting a devastating move.
But Gator Bates, having followed Washington back in, hits Washington with a Low Dropkick to the knee! Washington stumbles, dropping the Kid, and The Alabama Kid quickly rolls up the dazed and distracted Rick Reidwith a Schoolboy Pin!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: He’s got him! One! Two! Three!
(RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!)
NARRATION: The arena erupts! The referee slaps the mat three times! THE SEC HAS DONE IT!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: They did it! The SEC are the new sVo Tag Team Champions! A chaotic, rule-breaking victory, but the titles have changed hands!
JULIAN FIASCO: Unbelievable! An absolute atrocity! This is what happens when you let these lower-level X-Pro teams invade the sVo! Brice Brantley should be fired and arrested! Amy Page is laying on the ramp!
The Alabama Kid and Gator Bates leap up, embracing in the center of the ring as Brice Brantley slides in to join the celebration. The SEC holds the sVo Tag Team Championship belts high above their heads amidst a thunderous ovation from the Goodfellas Casino Arena crowd. Reid and Washington are left fuming, their plan for punishment completely derailed by their own manager’s interference being reversed.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The sVo Tag Team division has been turned upside down! The SEC are the new champions! What a shocking moment at Ultimate Victory!
Backstage
(The scene cuts back to the backstage interview area. KATIE SMITH stands alone for a moment, looking professional, before JASON MARTEL enters the frame. He’s wearing a clean, black sVo Las Vegas Championship shirt and the title belt proudly over his shoulder. He looks serious, focused, but determined.)
KATIE SMITH: Welcome back. Moments ago, we saw The SEC capture the sVo Tag Team Championship in an absolute chaotic brawl. Now, we turn our attention to the final of the Victory Cup, where the sVo Las Vegas Champion, Jason Martel, takes on Alex Sterling. Jason, earlier tonight, Sterling called you a ‘talented supporting actor’ and guaranteed he would be standing over your broken body tonight. What’s your response to ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain?’
JASON MARTEL: (Martel shifts the Las Vegas Championship belt on his shoulder, his voice calm but firm.) Katie, Alex Sterling calls himself a star, but let me tell you what he is: he’s a tourist. He comes to Las Vegas, he makes a big flash, he talks a big game about Hollywood, and he thinks he can just collect his paycheck and leave. This city, this arena, this championship—it’s my home. I’ve put in the work here. I’ve fought for this city. I am the Ace of Vegas.
KATIE SMITH: Tonight, the sVo Championship opportunity is on the line. It’s the biggest prize in the company. For a competitor like you, who has been chasing that top spot, how important is winning the Victory Cup final tonight?
JASON MARTEL: It’s everything. This isn’t just about a trophy or a title shot, Katie. This is about credibility. I hold the Las Vegas Championship, and that means I am capable of beating anyone on any night. But to beat Alex Sterling—who has been obsessed with finding loopholes and shortcuts—to beat him clean in the final of the Victory Cup and earn that shot at the ultimate prize… that proves I am not just a mid-card champion. It proves I am main event material.
KATIE SMITH: Sterling also brought up your past encounters, suggesting you rely on ‘heart’ while he relies on ‘strategy.’ He seems intent on distracting the referee or finding any way to cheat to win.
JASON MARTEL: He can call it strategy; I call it cowardice. I’m prepared for every trick and every dirty tactic he and his little security detail can throw at me. But tonight, I have to be smarter. I have to be faster. I have to be more aggressive. Sterling can talk about his script all he wants, but tonight, I’m going to rip that script up, and I’m going to write a new ending.
(Martel looks directly into the camera, tapping the sVo Las Vegas Championship belt on his shoulder.)
JASON MARTEL: Sterling, you want a box-office ending? You’ll get one. You want a star to be made tonight? Fine. But that star is going to be Jason Martel, standing over you, holding the Victory Cup, and looking directly at the sVo Champion. Tonight, this city wins.
(Martel nods once, his focus absolute, and walks out of the frame. Katie Smith turns back to the camera.)
KATIE SMITH: The stakes could not be higher for Jason Martel and Alex Sterling. Back to the action at ringside.
(FADE OUT.)
Las Vegas Championship #1 Contenders Match
Victor Holland vs. Dylan MacLeod
The music shifts again, adopting a more inspiring, rhythmic feel. VICTOR HOLLAND charges out, his speed immediately evident. He’s clad in bright blue and gold, an undeniable fan favorite whose every move seems designed for high-impact viewing. He runs the ropes, hitting a clean pose for the camera, basking in the huge ovation.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: This match right here—two young lions looking for the opportunity of a lifetime! Victor Holland has been on an absolute tear, and the fans love his incredible arsenal of aerial offense.
JULIAN FIASCO: Holland is flashy, sure. But speed kills, and he’s been caught mid-air before. You have to respect that athleticism, but I still think the more rugged, submission-based offense of Dylan MacLeod is a safer bet in a high-stakes scenario.
The arena is plunged into a smoky haze as an aggressive, driving hard rock track begins. DYLAN MACLEOD strides out, his demeanor all business. He carries the nickname “The Northern Fury” for a reason—he’s aggressive, strikes hard, and doesn’t back down from a fight. He’s dressed in dark, no-nonsense gear, contrasting Holland’s brightness.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: And here is Dylan MacLeod! Also a huge fan favorite, and his career has skyrocketed this year. Both men have everything to gain, and the crowd understands the magnitude of this Las Vegas Championship Number One Contender’s Match!
JULIAN FIASCO: This winner gets a shot at the Las Vegas Championship, currently held by Jason Martel. That’s a massive step toward the main event, Sloan. Let’s see who really wants it more.
The bell rings, and unlike the opening match, this one starts with a respectful handshake before immediately kicking into high gear. Holland uses his agility, hitting a series of Arm Drags and a quick Tornado DDT early, sending MacLeod scrambling to the outside to regroup.
Holland doesn’t wait; he hits the ropes and launches himself! Plancha to the Outside! He crashes into MacLeod on the floor, perfectly executed!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Look at the risk-taking from Victor Holland! He came here to win and is bringing the fight!
MacLeod recovers quickly on the outside and, realizing he cannot match Holland’s speed, resorts to brute force. As Holland re-enters the ring, MacLeod meets him with a Vicious Back Elbow, stunning him. MacLeod begins to work over Holland’s neck and back with a series of stiff Knee Strikes and a hard Half-and-Half Suplex.
JULIAN FIASCO: MacLeod showing the power and the striking expertise! Holland has to slow down, or he’s going to get taken apart piece by piece!
MacLeod tries to lock in a submission, but Holland brilliantly reverses it into a Small Package Pin for a near fall. The fans explode, convinced they saw the three count. The pace is frantic, neither man willing to concede an inch.
Holland finally creates separation, catching MacLeod with a clean Superkick out of nowhere—his signature maneuver. MacLeod is dazed, staggering toward the ropes. Holland sees his chance, scaling the top turnbuckle with incredible speed.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Holland is going up for Skyfall! This could be it!
NARRATION: Holland launches himself for the Corkscrew 450 Splash, Skyfall! But MacLeod, utilizing his ring awareness, gets his knees up! Holland crashes hard onto MacLeod’s knees!
JULIAN FIASCO: Holland flew too close to the sun! The speed kills both ways, Jeremiah! MacLeod knew exactly what was coming!
MacLeod immediately pounces, transitioning the advantage into a crippling Ankle Lock Submission! He wrenches back, focusing all his weight and power onto Holland’s compromised knee. Holland screams, crawling desperately for the ropes.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Holland is trapped! This is the kind of devastating submission MacLeod is known for!
Holland shows incredible resilience, twisting his body and kicking MacLeod off with his free leg, breaking the hold. Both men struggle to their feet, trading exhausting, desperate Forearm Exchanges in the center of the ring, the crowd roaring with every strike.
Holland ducks a clothesline and hits a second, cleaner Superkick! MacLeod stumbles but doesn’t fall. Holland hits the ropes for momentum, but MacLeod anticipates, ducking low.
Holland springs off the ropes, but Dylan MacLeod is ready! He catches Holland on the rebound and drives him straight down to the mat with a devastating, lightning-quick Snap Brainbuster! Holland is spiked head-first!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: What a counter! That looked absolutely devastating!
MacLeod instantly hooks the leg, covering Holland with all his weight. The referee drops down.
REFEREE: One! REFEREE: Two! REFEREE: Three!
(RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!)
The bell rings! The crowd noise is a mix of shock and respect! DYLAN MACLEOD scores the massive victory, defeating the favorite Victor Holland!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh my goodness! Dylan MacLeod scores the upset win at Ultimate Victory! He is the new Number One Contender for the Las Vegas Championship!
JULIAN FIASCO: That’s how you finish a match, Sloan! No flash, no flips, just pure, rugged force! MacLeod knew Holland’s speed would be his undoing, waited for the perfect moment, and absolutely decimated him with that Brainbuster!
MacLeod, breathing heavily, sits up, clutching his side, selling the damage taken. He looks over at the defeated, selling the impact of the finisher. MacLeod rises and raises a triumphant fist to the arena ceiling, earning a massive, respectful ovation. He is the man who gets the next shot at the Las Vegas Championship.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: A huge win for Dylan MacLeod! We have another new number one contender! What a night of action! We go to a brief word from our sponsors, then the Victory Cup Final is next!
Backstage
The lighting is harsh and chaotic. The sound of a blaring ambulance siren dominates the audio mix. A knot of sVo staff, referees, and paramedics are gathered around a gurney near the loading dock exit.
The chaos backstage is palpable. We can see sVo medical staff carefully loading AMY PAGE, the company’s COO, into the back of an ambulance. She is wearing a cervical neck brace and a look of stunned shock and pain.
JEREMIAH SLOAN (Voice Over): Oh my God, what a devastating scene backstage! Amy Page is being loaded into an ambulance after the brutal attack by Brice Brantley earlier tonight! This is an absolute firestorm!
JULIAN FIASCO (Voice Over): She was Powerbombed onto the steel ramp! What do you expect?! This is criminal! That thug, Brantley, should be locked up! Where is the sVo security? Where is her brother, Jon Page?!
RICK REID and SCOTT WASHINGTON, The Enforcers, push through the personnel, their faces twisted with rage. They are still wearing their ring gear, but their demeanor is far from professional; they are visibly furious.
RICK REID: (Shouting at the paramedic) Careful with her! I said be careful! You see the shape she’s in?!
Washington slams his fist against the ambulance door frame, the sound echoing sharply.
SCOTT WASHINGTON: (Low, guttural growl) Brice Brantley… The SEC… they think they got away with something tonight. They think they can pull stunts like this and just walk out with our belts?
Reid grabs the paramedic by the arm as the doors are about to close.
RICK REID: (Intensely) You tell the hospital she gets the best. The absolute best care. And you let me know the second you have an update on her condition. Do you understand?
The paramedic nods curtly, pulling his arm away and slamming the ambulance doors shut. The Enforcers watch the ambulance speed away, sirens wailing, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and scattered murmuring.
Washington turns, his eyes scanning the area, looking for a target.
SCOTT WASHINGTON: They took the belts. They took out Amy. They think they’ve won the war.
RICK REID: (His voice shaking with cold fury) No, Scott. The SEC and their little “friend,” Brice Brantley, they just signed their own death certificate. This was supposed to be a punishment for them. Now, it’s personal.
Reid looks directly into the nearest camera, his face a mask of menacing promise.
RICK REID: Amy Page is the backbone of this organization. You put her in a hospital, you put her career in jeopardy? You think you can celebrate with those Tag Team titles? This is far from over. When we see you next, The SEC, we aren’t coming to win titles. We are coming to end your careers. You understand me? This whole stable—you’re finished.
Washington nods, a grim, silent agreement, before the two turn and storm off deeper into the backstage area, leaving the wreckage of the incident behind them.
JEREMIAH SLOAN (Voice Over): Unbelievable. Amy Page, the sVo COO, is heading to the hospital. And The Enforcers are promising retribution that could fundamentally change the future of the tag team division.
JULIAN FIASCO (Voice Over): And they have every right to! This is what happens when you let thugs run rampant! That whole SEC crew just unleashed a storm they can’t possibly control! This is not over!
(FADE OUT as the arena prepares for the next match.)
Victory Cup Final Match
Alex Sterling vs. Jason Martel
The stage is set, the atmosphere electric for the final of the Victory Cup. At ringside, sitting on a draped pedestal, is the impressive, gleaming Victory Cup trophy, symbolizing the guaranteed sVo Championship opportunity for the winner.
The music for JASON MARTEL hits—a dynamic, modern rock track. ‘The Ace of Vegas’ sprints down the ramp, wearing his sVo Las Vegas Championship belt around his waist, soaking up the thunderous hometown ovation. He looks laser-focused, tapping the belt before handing it and the sVo Las Vegas title to the referee, Brett Lukas.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: This is it! The Ace of Vegas, Jason Martel, in the match of his life! He fights for a shot at the sVo Championship, but he also fights for the pride of this arena, this city, tonight!
JULIAN FIASCO: He’s got the momentum, sure. But look at him, Sloan, he’s burdened by that Las Vegas Championship. He has more to lose than Sterling, and that’s a mental error!
The lights dim, replaced by a single, dramatic spotlight. ALEX STERLING’s operatic, arrogant theme music swells. ‘Hollywood’s Favorite Villain’ emerges with a disdainful smirk, taking his time to dramatically pose on the ramp before sauntering down. He gestures to the Victory Cup trophy as if it’s already his.
JULIAN FIASCO: The true star of the sVo has arrived! Sterling doesn’t need that trophy; that trophy needs Sterling to give it relevance! He is guaranteed to deliver box-office gold in an sVo Championship match.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The referee, Brett Lukas, needs to be vigilant in this match, Julian. Sterling is known for his underhanded tactics, and the stakes could not be higher.
The bell rings, and the intensity is immediate. Martel, fueled by the earlier trash talk, opens with a flurry, catching Sterling with a devastating Spinebuster within the first minute. He covers Sterling quickly for a near fall.
Sterling immediately realizes he can’t out-power Martel and resorts to his signature theatrics, feigning a knee injury to draw the referee close before blinding Martel with a rake of the eyes when the referee checks on him.
JULIAN FIASCO: A genius maneuver! Use the rules to your advantage!
Sterling takes control, delivering a series of sharp Dropkicks and his patented Neckbreaker Driver. He goes for his finisher, the Box Office Smash, but Martel counters at the last second, reversing the momentum into a lightning-fast Takedown followed by a Sharpshooter Submission!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Martel has him locked in! That will snap his spine! Sterling needs to tap!
Sterling screams in agony, crawling desperately. He manages to twist his body and just barely hooks the bottom rope, forcing the break. Martel, frustrated, slams the mat.
The action spills to the outside. Martel throws Sterling hard back into the ring, but as he follows, Sterling catches him with a desperate, low Superkick, knocking Martel backward onto the apron. Sterling then hits a Springboard Clothesline to the back of Martel’s neck, sending him crashing to the floor.
Sterling rolls Martel back in and hits a beautiful Picture Perfect Elbow Drop from the top rope. He covers Martel, but ‘The Ace of Vegas’ kicks out at two-and-three-quarters!
Sterling, livid, starts to argue vehemently with the referee, Brett Lukas, getting right in his face. Martel uses the distraction, delivering a huge Pop-Up Powerbomb! Martel falls into the cover!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Martel has him! One! Two! Kickout! Sterling survives!
Both men are spent, slowly crawling to opposite corners. Martel is the first to his feet, signaling for his finisher. Sterling charges, but Martel catches him, lifting him high. Martel delivers the spinning, high-impact Vegas Jackpot corkscrew neckbreaker!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Vegas Jackpot! That has to be it! The Cup is his!
Martel covers Sterling.
REFEREE LUKAS: One! Two!
Suddenly, Sterling’s security entourage—the two large, silent men—charge the ring apron! Referee Brett Lukas, visibly star-struck and intimidated, immediately stops counting and turns his attention to the men on the apron.
JULIAN FIASCO: They are protecting their investment! Smart security!
Martel jumps up and shoves the security off the apron. He turns back to the referee, yelling, “Count the pin!”
Sterling, however, has recovered. While Martel is preoccupied with the referee and the security threat, Sterling reaches into his trunks and pulls out a small, concealed roll of quarters. He drives the handful of quarters—a makeshift weapon—straight into the skull of Jason Martel! Martel’s head snaps back, and he collapses in a heap!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Oh, the villainy! He used a weapon! The referee didn’t see it!
Sterling quickly tosses the quarters out of the ring, then covers the dazed Martel, hooking both legs. Referee Lukas, still reeling from the security distraction and having missed the weapon, finally drops to the mat.
REFEREE LUKAS: One! Two! Three!
(RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!)
Alex Sterling steals the victory! He is the winner of the Victory Cup!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: No! This is an outrage! Sterling used a foreign object! Brett Lukas was completely mesmerized by the outside interference!
JULIAN FIASCO: ALEX STERLING WINS! He told you he would! The strategy prevailed! The star is always victorious! Don’t blame the referee; blame Jason Martel for not keeping his eyes on the prize!
Sterling quickly snatches the Victory Cup trophy from the pedestal. He holds it high above his head with a smug, evil grin as the crowd rains down boos. He glances at the fallen Martel, who is still clutching his head, realizing what happened. Sterling has won the right to challenge for the sVo Championship in controversial fashion.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The biggest win of Alex Sterling’s career, but the most controversial ending of the night! He is guaranteed a shot at the sVo Championship! We have got to go! The main event is next!
Backstage
(The scene is dimly lit and focused, set near the main event entrance curtain. The roar of the crowd is audible in the background, signaling the arena is waiting for the final match. KATIE SMITH stands with a microphone, and CARLOS VASQUEZ, the “Miami Maverick,” enters the frame. He’s wearing sleek, tailored black trunks and gloves, moving with a confident, coiled energy. His focus is entirely on the entrance curtain.)
KATIE SMITH: Carlos, we are just moments away from the main event of Ultimate Victory. You are about to challenge Kenneth D Williams for the most coveted prize in this company, the sVo Championship. After a chaotic night, how are you preparing for this moment?
CARLOS VASQUEZ: (Vasquez doesn’t look at Katie, keeping his eyes locked on the curtain.) Preparation is over, Katie.This isn’t about conditioning or strategy anymore. This is about destiny. I have been fighting my entire career for a stage like this. I came from the streets of Miami, I built myself up piece by piece, and tonight, all those pieces fall into place.Tonight is my magnum opus.
KATIE SMITH: Your opponent, Kenneth D Williams, is the “Human Highlight Reel.” He is one of the most unpredictable, high-risk competitors in the world, and he is a fighting champion who has held that title for a long time.What makes tonight different?
CARLOS VASQUEZ: Williams is good. Very good. He’s a showman, he’s a flier, and he’s earned the right to be called champion. But he has a flaw, Katie. He is distracted by the spotlight. He is obsessed with the highlight reel. I am not here for highlights. I am here for the final cut.
(Vasquez finally turns, giving Katie a direct, intense look.)
CARLOS VASQUEZ: I respect Kenneth D Williams, but tonight, respect means nothing. Tonight, I will match his speed, I will exceed his skill, and I will expose the fact that he is not focused on the win. He is focused on the moment. I am focused on the belt.
KATIE SMITH: We’ve seen controversial finishes all night—the referee stoppage, the interference in the Tag Team match, and the use of a weapon in the Victory Cup Final. When the bell rings, will we see a clean finish for the sVo Championship?
CARLOS VASQUEZ: I don’t need tricks, Katie. I don’t need a cheap shot, and I don’t need security to bail me out. My finish is clean, decisive, and brutal. The Miami Vice Kick is the most dangerous move in professional wrestling, and tonight, I am going to plant it right on the head of Kenneth D Williams.
(Vasquez raises his fist, his voice taking on a fierce promise.)
CARLOS VASQUEZ: Tell Kenneth D Williams this: his time as a champion is officially expired. The Goodfellas Casino is about to see a new Ace. Tonight, the sVo Championship comes home to the Maverick. I promise you that.
(Vasquez turns sharply and pounds his fist against the entrance curtain, ready to walk out. Katie Smith stares intensely into the camera.)
KATIE SMITH: A bold promise from the “Miami Maverick.” The sVo Championship is on the line, and this crowd is ready. Back to the ring for the main event
sVo Championship Match
Kenneth D Williams (c) vs. Carlos Vasquez
The atmosphere inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena is reaching a fever pitch. A grand main event awaits.
The aggressive, confident synth beat of CARLOS VASQUEZ’s theme song hits, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd—a distinct mix of cheers and venomous boos. ‘The Miami Maverick’ struts out, radiating star quality and arrogance, wearing his trademark mirrored sunglasses. He ignores the negative reactions, focusing only on the sVo Championship belt waiting in the ring.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The challenger, Carlos Vasquez! A former sVo Champion looking to reclaim his throne tonight! He knows what it takes to get to the very top, and he’s ready to tear the house down to get there!
JULIAN FIASCO: Vasquez is a main event fixture, Sloan. And frankly, he’s carrying himself like he’s already won. The fans can cheer or boo, he doesn’t care—he’s here for the gold and the fame.
The lights go dark. A massive video package featuring high-flying highlight clips of the champion plays on the Tron, accompanied by a soaring, anthemic rock track. The crowd explodes as KENNETH D WILLIAMS, ‘The Human Highlight Reel,’ bursts onto the stage, the sVo Championship belt gleaming over his shoulder. He pounds the belt and makes his way to the ring, acknowledging the massive, positive ovation.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The man who has held the sVo Championship through thick and thin! Kenneth D Williams defends his title in what promises to be an absolute thriller! He is the definition of a fighting champion!
JULIAN FIASCO: Williams has been fantastic, absolutely. But Vasquez is the caliber of challenger that can expose any weakness, any hesitation. Williams has to be flawless tonight to retain that prestigious title.
The two men stand nose-to-nose in the center of the ring for the referee’s final instructions, the sVo Championship held high between them. The intense staredown sets the tone. The bell rings.
The match begins with an incredible feeling-out process. Both men are elite-level athletes and high-flyers, resulting in a dizzying display of counters, reversals, and near-misses. They trade rapid Arm Drags and Dropkicks, ending in a stalemate where they both kip-up perfectly at the same time, drawing a massive round of applause.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: You could feel the electricity, Julian! These two are perfectly matched!
JULIAN FIASCO: It’s a game of inches, Jeremiah! They are testing each other’s speed and conditioning, and so far, they are neck-and-neck!
Williams eventually gains the first significant advantage, utilizing his risk-taking style. He delivers a stunning Springboard Moonsault to Vasquez on the outside, immediately followed by a high-impact Running Shooting Star Press back in the ring! He covers Vasquez for a near fall!
Williams tries to capitalize with his finisher, but Vasquez reverses the momentum with a Spinning Heel Kick out of nowhere, stopping Williams in his tracks. Vasquez slows the pace, locking in a punishing Abdominal Stretch, grounding the champion and forcing him to labor.
Williams rallies, escaping the submission and launching into a sequence of breathtaking offense. He hits a Snap Hurricanrana followed by a picture-perfect Missile Dropkick. He then ascends the turnbuckle and executes his signature Frog Splash! He connects!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The Frog Splash connects! One! Two! Kickout! Vasquez survives!
JULIAN FIASCO: Look at the heart of the challenger! He kicked out of the champion’s best shot! This match is living up to the Ultimate Victory standard!
Frustration shows on Williams’ face. He pulls Vasquez up, looking to end the match with the Lights Out! double knee facebreaker. Vasquez slips out, pushing Williams toward the referee, distracting the official for a crucial moment.
Vasquez takes advantage, raking the back of Williams’s eyes! He follows up with his own high-impact finisher, the Miami Vice Kick (spinning heel kick)! Williams collapses, clutching his head!
Vasquez makes the cover! One! Two! Kickout! WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: The champion will not die! Kenneth D Williams refuses to give up the sVo Championship!
Both men are running on pure adrenaline. Williams and Vasquez stagger to their feet, trading brutal Forearm Shots in the center of the ring. Williams gets the better of the exchange, dropping Vasquez with a final, massive forearm.
Williams stumbles back, then rushes forward, attempting the Lights Out! double knee facebreaker again. Vasquez ducks under and hooks Williams’ arms! He lifts the champion high in the air and delivers a devastating Falcon Arrow! Vasquez quickly transitions into a Pinning Combination—a tight Roll-Up with his hands hooking the tights for illegal leverage!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Vasquez has him! The referee is counting!
REFEREE: One! Two! Three!
(RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL!)
Carlos Vasquez wins! He did it! He used the tights! The referee misses the clear illegal leverage, and the bell has rung!
JEREMIAH SLOAN: No! He had the tights! Carlos Vasquez cheated! But the referee made the three count! We have a new sVo Champion!
JULIAN FIASCO: It’s called intelligent wrestling, Sloan! Vasquez gets the victory! He is a two-time sVo Champion! The Miami Maverick is back on top, and the face of the sVo just changed at Ultimate Victory!
Vasquez scrambles to his feet, grabbing the sVo Championship belt and holding it high above his head as a mix of boos and cheers rains down. He shoots a mocking grin at the exhausted, defeated Kenneth D Williams, who is looking up at the referee with clear disbelief. The final image is of Vasquez proudly clutching the belt, surrounded by the remnants of the chaos he created.
JEREMIAH SLOAN: Carlos Vasquez is your new sVo Champion! What a night of twists, turns, and absolute controversy here in Las Vegas!
(FADE OUT.)
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