sVo Vendetta 2025
Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
23rd February 2025
The camera pans over the sold-out Goodfellas Casino Arena, where thousands of passionate sVo fans are on their feet, cheering and waving signs as the lights flash and pyros explode on the entrance stage. The energy in the building is electric, and the camera zooms in on the massive video screen displaying the “sVo Vendetta 2025” logo in bold, striking letters.
Julian Fiasco (Commentator):
“Welcome to the biggest night of the year so far! This is sVo Vendetta 2025, live from the sold-out Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada! I’m Julian Fiasco, joined as always by my broadcast partner, Jeremiah Sloan, and folks, tonight is going to be absolutely explosive!”
Jeremiah Sloan (Commentator):
“That’s right, Julian! The name of the game tonight is Vendetta, and we’ve got scores to settle, rivalries coming to a head, and championship gold on the line! There’s an energy in this arena that you can feel, and after everything that has led up to this moment, we are in for an unforgettable night of action!”
The camera cuts to a fast-paced highlight reel, showing clips from the intense rivalries that have brought us to this moment.
🔥 The Sin City Scoundrels and The Southern Boys—we see footage of their backstage brawls and heated confrontations, leading up to tonight’s sVo Tag Team Championship match.
🔥 Kenneth D Williams vs. Jacob Izaz—footage plays of Williams calling out any member of Generation Joint, followed by Izaz stepping up to the challenge. The tension between the former friends has been boiling, and tonight, they settle it in the ring!
🔥 Victor Holland vs. Joe Barone—clips of Blood Money’s brutal attacks on Holland play, followed by Holland’s steel chair revenge on Barone just two weeks ago. Now, they finally go one-on-one!
🔥 The Main Event – sVo Championship Match—we see Danny Domino’s dominant reign as champion, contrasted with Carlos Vasquez’s fiery rise to the top by winning the Victory Cup tournament & then picking his moment to challenge for the gold. Their intense stare-down from last week’s Showdown plays, showing just how personal this battle has become!
The camera cuts back to the announcers at ringside, the crowd still roaring in the background.
Julian Fiasco:
“Jeremiah, every single match on this card has the potential to steal the show, but it’s that main event that everyone is talking about! Danny Domino, the self-proclaimed ‘Bully’ of sVo, has run through every challenger that has stepped up to him, but tonight, he faces his biggest threat yet!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And that threat comes in the form of ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez! He’s brash, he’s unpredictable, and he has been waiting for this opportunity to take down Domino and finally claim the sVo Championship! The question is—can he do it, or will Domino prove once again that he’s the most dominant champion in the company?”
Julian Fiasco:
“We’re about to find out, because the time for talk is over! Vendetta 2025 starts right now!“
Pyro explodes once more as the camera sweeps across the red-hot crowd, capturing the passion and excitement in the air before cutting to the ring for the first match of the night!
Backstage
Stand In
The camera cuts to the lavish yet intimidating office of sVo COO Amy Page. The devious authority figure sits behind her desk, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans back in her chair. Standing ominously on either side of her are her ever-present enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, their arms crossed, their expressions stone-cold.
Standing in front of Page, looking somewhat uncomfortable but trying to maintain his composure, is Harper W Williams, a referee from rival promotion Project Violence. Dressed in the standard referee attire, Williams listens intently as Page steeples her fingers and addresses him with a patronizing tone.
Amy Page:
“Harper, first off, I just want to say how grateful I am that you were able to step in on such short notice tonight. With Brett Lukas out sick, we needed someone with experience, and well… let’s just say I wasn’t exactly spoiled for choice.”
Page’s smirk widens as Washington and Reid chuckle menacingly behind her. Williams shifts slightly but doesn’t respond, his jaw tightening.
Amy Page:
“But, since this isn’t Project Violence—where the referees are probably too busy dodging flying steel chairs to do their jobs—I just wanted to make sure we have a little understanding.”
She leans forward now, her voice lowering slightly as her eyes narrow.
Amy Page:
“This is my show, Harper. My company. And I don’t like surprises. So, here’s what’s going to happen—tonight, when you’re out there officiating, you better make damn sure the right winners happen. You understand what I’m saying?”
Williams’ eyes flicker toward Washington and Reid, who both step forward slightly, their presence alone making the threat crystal clear. He exhales sharply before nodding once.
Harper W Williams:
“I hear you.”
Amy Page:
“Good.”
Page leans back again, fully in control of the situation as she waves her hand dismissively.
Amy Page:
“Now go do your job. And don’t make me regret giving you this opportunity.”
Williams turns and exits the office, his expression unreadable as the camera lingers on Page, Washington, and Reid. The COO chuckles under her breath before looking up at her enforcers.
Amy Page:
“Let’s see if our guest can follow instructions.”
Washington and Reid exchange knowing smirks as the scene fades out, leaving an ominous air hanging over the night’s matches…
sVo Tag Team Championship Match
Sin City Scoundrels (c) vs. The Southern Boys
Ringside
You Deserve It!
The crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena is on their feet, cheering wildly as “Sweet Home Alabama” blares through the speakers. In the center of the ring, Dan Williams and Dave Miller – The Southern Boys – stand tall, holding the sVo Tag Team Championships high above their heads! Their manager, Haley Dallas, rushes into the ring to join them, beaming with pride as she applauds her team’s hard-fought victory over the Sin City Scoundrels.
The fans erupt into chants of “YOU DESERVE IT!” as the new champions look out at the sea of cheering faces. Williams and Miller, both drenched in sweat, slap the belts against their chests and then share a victorious hug with Dallas.
Dan Williams (grinning, holding a microphone):
“Las Vegas, we told y’all we were gonna do it! We told y’all we were bringin’ these belts home!”
Dave Miller:
“And I gotta say, damn if it didn’t feel good whoopin’ them Sin City Scoundrels’ asses to do it!”
The fans cheer even louder, rallying behind the Southern Boys as they soak in the moment.
Haley Dallas (smirking):
“Oh, boys… y’all better get used to that gold, ‘cause it ain’t leavin’ your waists any time soon!”
The celebration continues as Williams and Miller hold their titles high once more, nodding along to the fans’ support. But just as they turn to leave the ring—
BOOM!
The cheers turn to deafening BOOS as the Sin City Scoundrels, Michael and Lucas Sexton, suddenly storm the ring from behind! They blindside the exhausted champions, knocking them down with vicious forearm shots to the back of the head!
Haley Dallas screams and scrambles out of the ring as the Scoundrels put the boots to Williams and Miller, stomping them into the mat in pure frustration! The crowd rains down thunderous boos, furious at the sore-loser Scoundrels for ruining the moment.
Julian Fiasco (on commentary):
“Oh, come on! The Southern Boys just won the biggest match of their careers—let ‘em have this moment!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“The Sin City Scoundrels are just showing their true colors! They can’t stand the fact that the Southern Boys were the better team tonight!”
Lucas Sexton drags Dan Williams to his feet before drilling him into the mat with a brutal DDT! Michael Sexton follows up by hoisting Dave Miller onto his shoulders—before spiking him with a devastating powerbomb! The boos intensify as the former champions stand over their fallen rivals, seething with rage.
Haley Dallas tries to slide back in to check on her team, but Michael and Lucas step toward her menacingly, forcing her to back away in fear. The crowd chants “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” as the Scoundrels finally roll out of the ring, still fuming as they make their way up the ramp.
*Inside the ring, the Southern Boys are slowly stirring, clutching their new championships as Haley rushes back in to check on them. Their faces are filled with pain—but also determination. The message from the Sin City Scoundrels was clear… this war isn’t over.
The camera lingers on the fallen champions as the scene fades out, the rivalry between these two teams now more intense than ever…
Backstage
Special Challenger?
The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, where a sleek, matte-black sports car pulls up. The engine hums smoothly before shutting off, and after a brief moment, the door swings open. Stepping out, dressed in designer shades, a tailored jacket, and his signature smirk, is none other than the Las Vegas Champion, ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. The sVo Las Vegas Championship sits proudly over his shoulder as he casually adjusts it, exuding confidence.
Before he can take more than a few steps, Katie Smith rushes into frame, microphone in hand, clearly eager for an answer.
Katie Smith:
“Alex! Alex, can I get a word with you?”
Sterling stops, lowering his shades just enough to eye Katie up and down before letting out a sigh.
Alex Sterling:
“You just had to be waiting for me, huh?”
Katie Smith:
“Alex, there have been a lot of rumors circulating that you’ll be defending your Las Vegas Championship tonight… against a mystery opponent. Can you confirm if that’s true?”
Sterling lets out a small chuckle, adjusting the title on his shoulder before running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
Alex Sterling:
“You know, Katie, I’m getting really sick of people running their mouths, saying that I’m not a fighting champion. Saying that I don’t defend my title enough. That I ‘duck’ challengers. It’s pathetic.“
He smirks, tilting his head slightly as he continues.
Alex Sterling:
“So you know what? Fine. You all want me to prove I’m a fighting champion? Then tonight… I’ve got a special challenger lined up. Someone who will shut up every single critic. Someone truly worthy of stepping in the ring with me.”
Katie leans in, eyes wide with curiosity.
Katie Smith:
“Can you tell us who it is?”
Sterling grins, stepping closer to Katie as he leans in slightly.
Alex Sterling:
“Where’s the fun in that? You’ll just have to wait like everyone else.“
With that, Sterling slides his sunglasses back into place, gives a smug pat to his championship, and walks off into the arena, leaving Katie standing there with more questions than answers.
The camera lingers on her puzzled expression before fading to black…
Single Match
Jacob Izaz vs. Kenneth D Williams
Backstage
Go To Work
The camera cuts to the dimly lit locker room of Blood Money, where the atmosphere is thick with tension and cigar smoke. The walls are lined with expensive suits hanging on racks, and a large wooden table sits in the center, covered with playing cards, stacks of cash, and a few half-empty whiskey glasses. Standing at the head of the table, dressed in a sharp tailored suit, is the boss of Blood Money, Anthony Moretti. Leaning casually against the table on either side of him are Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino, their expressions cold and calculating.
Sitting across from them, cracking his knuckles, is ‘The Problem Solver’ Joe Barone. The massive enforcer of Blood Money listens intently as Moretti leans forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.
Anthony Moretti:
“Joe, you know how things work around here. Somebody crosses us, we don’t just let it go. We don’t look the other way. We send a message.“
Barone grunts, nodding slowly as he tightens the tape around his fists.
Anthony Moretti:
“This Victor Holland? This guy’s been runnin’ his mouth for weeks. He’s been a problem. And you know what happens to problems…”
Moretti smirks, looking to Barone for the answer. The massive enforcer slowly raises his head, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.
Joe Barone:
“I solve ‘em.”
Moretti claps his hands together once, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
Anthony Moretti:
“That’s what I like to hear! No more playing around. I want you to go out there tonight and make a statement. I don’t want Holland walking out of this building on his own two feet. You hear me?”
Barone cracks his neck, his knuckles audibly popping as he stands up to his full, imposing height.
Joe Barone:
“He won’t.”
Nicky Columbo and Junior Gambino exchange knowing smirks, nodding approvingly at Barone’s promise. Moretti leans back in his chair, lifting his whiskey glass in a mock toast.
Anthony Moretti:
“That’s what I like to hear. Go to work.“
Barone gives a single nod before turning and marching out of the room, the camera lingering on Moretti’s smug expression as he takes a sip of his drink. Columbo and Gambino chuckle quietly to themselves, clearly entertained by the inevitable destruction that awaits Victor Holland later tonight.
The scene fades to black…
Ringside
Miracle
The lights dim, and a wave of boos washes over the Goodfellas Casino Arena as “California King” by Everclear blasts through the speakers. Stepping onto the entrance ramp, clad in his signature designer shades and an obnoxiously expensive fur-lined jacket, is the Las Vegas Champion, ‘The LA Luminary’ Alex Sterling. The sVo’s resident Hollywood elitist struts to the ring, his smug grin unwavering as he soaks in the jeers from the crowd.
Sterling ascends the steel steps, stepping into the ring as he arrogantly waves off the fans. He unstraps the Las Vegas Championship from around his waist and raises it high, causing the boos to grow even louder. Grabbing a microphone, he waits for the noise to settle—though it never truly does.
Alex Sterling:
“Alright, alright, shut up and listen up!“
The fans respond with even louder boos, which only make Sterling chuckle as he adjusts his sunglasses.
Alex Sterling:
“For weeks, I’ve had to listen to you morons whine and cry about how I’m ‘not a fighting champion.’ I mean, really? You think I wouldn’t defend my championship? You think I wouldn’t put this belt on the line? Against who? Nobody in this building, that’s for damn sure!”
The crowd keeps booing as Sterling sneers.
Alex Sterling:
“But here’s the thing—I am a fighting champion. In fact, I went out and hand-picked the absolute best free agent in the business today. That’s right! The hottest unsigned talent in professional wrestling is standing backstage right now! And guess what? If he beats me tonight, not only does he win this Las Vegas Championship, but he also earns an sVo contract!“
There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, the intrigue outweighing the disdain for Sterling’s arrogance.
Alex Sterling:
“So allow me to introduce to you, the man who’s about to have the opportunity of a lifetime… ‘Miracle’ Marty Murdoch!“
The crowd buzzes as an unfamiliar yet upbeat rock theme hits, and stepping out onto the entrance stage is Marty Murdoch. At 150 pounds soaking wet, the underdog looks far from the top-tier challenger that Sterling hyped up, but his infectious energy is undeniable. Wearing simple trunks and a T-shirt with “BELIEVE IN MIRACLES” printed across the front, Murdoch pumps his fists and bounces on his toes, clearly ecstatic just to be here. However, the fans aren’t impressed, seeing through Sterling’s ploy as loud groans and laughter ripple through the arena.
Sterling leans against the ropes, laughing into the microphone as Murdoch sprints down the ramp, his enthusiasm unwavering.
Alex Sterling (mocking):
“Look at this guy! This is your hero? This is who you wanted? Hey kid, did you get lost on the way to the meet-and-greet?”
*Murdoch, unfazed by the insults, slides into the ring and immediately gets in Sterling’s face. The height and weight difference is obvious—Sterling towering over him—but Murdoch doesn’t back down. Instead, he slaps the taste out of Sterling’s mouth!“
The crowd lets out a massive pop! Even the most cynical fans can’t help but admire Murdoch’s guts.
Sterling stumbles back, his face red with shock and embarrassment. The cocky grin is wiped clean as he clenches his jaw, realizing that Murdoch may have more fight in him than expected. He tosses the microphone aside as the referee quickly signals for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Murdoch bounces on his toes, fists raised, as Sterling shakes off the slap, his anger boiling over. The match is officially underway!
(Will the Miracle happen again? Or has Marty Murdoch bitten off more than he can chew against the arrogant Las Vegas Champion? The action continues next!)
sVo Las Vegas Championship Match
Alex Sterling (c) vs. Marty Murdoch
Ringside
Mistake
The bell rings, and the arena is filled with boos as Alex Sterling collapses against the ropes, completely spent after retaining his Las Vegas Championship in a much harder fight than he ever anticipated. His music plays, but he doesn’t bask in the victory like usual—there’s no arrogant smirk, no over-the-top celebration. Instead, he sits up, wiping sweat from his face, staring down at the gutsy but exhausted Marty Murdoch, who lies motionless on the mat.
Sterling breathes heavily, his frustration clearly visible. The match was supposed to be easy. A walk in the park. A joke. But instead, this undersized underdog had nearly humiliated him in front of the entire world. The reality sinks in, and Sterling’s expression twists into pure rage.
Snatching up his Las Vegas Championship, he barely acknowledges the referee raising his arm before shrugging him off. Sterling stares down at Murdoch… and suddenly starts stomping on him!“
Julian Fiasco:
“Oh, come on! What the hell is this!? Alex Sterling is taking his frustrations out on Marty Murdoch after barely surviving that match!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Murdoch gave him the fight of his life, and now Sterling is throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat! Somebody stop this!”
The boos grow louder as Sterling mercilessly stomps away at Murdoch’s midsection, then his ribs, then his back. Murdoch tries to roll away, but Sterling drags him back by his arm, yanks him up, and drills him into the mat with a brutal DDT! Murdoch is out cold!
Sterling stands over Murdoch, chest rising and falling as he looks down at the fallen underdog with nothing but contempt. He grabs his championship and kneels down, shoving it in Murdoch’s face.“
Alex Sterling (shouting):
“You think you can step up to me!? You think you belong here!? This is MY show! This is MY title! You’re NOTHING!“
Sterling stands up, ready to deliver another stomp—
BUT HERE COMES DYLAN MACLEOD!
The crowd erupts as the Roulette Champion, ‘Northern Fury’ Dylan MacLeod, bursts through the curtain, sprinting full speed down the ramp! The Canadian brawler slides under the ropes, and before Sterling even realizes what’s happening—BOOM! MacLeod levels him with a brutal lariat!“
Julian Fiasco:
“It’s Dylan MacLeod! The Roulette Champion is here, and he’s had enough of Alex Sterling’s crap!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“You knew MacLeod wasn’t gonna sit back and let this slide after the way Sterling ran his mouth earlier tonight!”
Sterling rolls to the outside, clutching his jaw in shock as the fans go nuts! The Las Vegas Champion stumbles back against the barricade, wide-eyed and furious, screaming at MacLeod from the floor.
Alex Sterling (furious):
“You have no business out here! Stay out of MY business!”
Inside the ring, MacLeod stands tall, fists clenched, eyes locked on Sterling like a predator staring down prey. He turns to check on Murdoch, making sure the underdog is okay, before quickly snapping his head back to Sterling, silently daring him to step back in.
But Sterling wants no part of it. Scowling, he backs up the ramp, clutching his Las Vegas Championship as he seethes with rage. MacLeod smirks, clearly enjoying the moment, before turning back to help Murdoch to his feet.
The message is clear—Dylan MacLeod isn’t going to let Sterling’s arrogance go unchecked.
(The camera lingers on Sterling at the top of the ramp, still fuming, as MacLeod raises Murdoch’s hand to a huge ovation from the fans. One thing’s for sure—Alex Sterling’s reign as Las Vegas Champion just got a whole lot more interesting.)
Backstage
The Solution
The camera cuts backstage to the sVo interview area, where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her, Victor Holland paces slightly, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms, clearly fired up for his upcoming match. He’s dressed in his ring gear, his intense eyes locked forward as he prepares for the fight ahead.
Katie Smith:
“Victor, in just a few moments, you’ll be stepping into the ring with ‘The Problem Solver’ Joe Barone in what is sure to be a hard-hitting contest. But with the rest of Blood Money expected to be at ringside, are you at all concerned about the numbers game tonight?”
Holland stops pacing and slowly turns to face Katie, a small smirk crossing his lips. He chuckles to himself before shaking his head.
Victor Holland:
“Katie, am I concerned? Nah. I’d be concerned if I didn’t know exactly what I was walking into. But I do. I’ve been dealing with Blood Money for weeks now, and every time, it’s the same damn thing—four-on-one, three-on-one, sneak attacks, cheap shots. They don’t fight fair because they know they can’t beat me fair. And you know what? That just fuels me more.”
Holland clenches his fists, his jaw tightening as his expression turns serious.
Victor Holland:
“So, let me make something clear. I know Joe Barone is a monster. He’s got fists the size of my head, and yeah, when he hits, it hurts. But I also know he doesn’t step into that ring without his backup. Moretti, Gambino, Columbo—they’re always right there, ready to pull some mafia-style bullsh*t to try and tip the scales. But here’s the thing… I don’t give a damn.”
Holland steps closer to the camera, his intensity rising.
Victor Holland:
“Blood Money has tried to put me down before, and guess what? I’m still standing. And tonight, when that bell rings, I don’t care if Barone brings his whole crew. Hell, he can bring the entire damn Las Vegas Strip with him—I’ll still stand my ground. Because I’ve been fighting my whole life, and if they think they can intimidate me, they’ve got another thing coming.”
Holland cracks his knuckles and looks straight into the camera, sending a direct message to his opponent.
Victor Holland:
“Joe Barone, you call yourself ‘The Problem Solver’… but tonight, you’re the problem. And I’m the solution.”
With that, Holland storms off toward the entrance area, leaving Katie Smith watching him go as the camera fades back to ringside for the upcoming match.
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Joe Barone
Backstage
Fighting Champions
The camera cuts to the dimly lit, lavishly decorated office of COO Amy Page. Sitting behind her large mahogany desk, Page sips a glass of wine, flanked as always by her imposing enforcers, Scott Washington and Rick Reid, who stand with their arms crossed, watching the door. Suddenly, the door swings open violently, slamming against the wall as a furious Alex Sterling storms into the room, still slightly sweaty from his Las Vegas Championship defense earlier in the night.
Alex Sterling:
“This is bullsh*t!”
Sterling points an accusatory finger at Page, his frustration evident.
Alex Sterling:
“I just put my Las Vegas Championship on the line tonight, like the ‘fighting champion’ everyone wanted me to be. I gave that nobody Murdoch a shot at my title! But meanwhile, Dylan MacLeod—Mr. ‘Northern Fury’ himself—gets to sit in the back and put his feet up? That doesn’t seem fair to me, Amy.”
Page raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by Sterling’s outburst. She leans back in her chair, taking a slow sip from her glass before responding.
Amy Page:
“You come in here, kicking down my door like you own the place… but you know what, Sterling? You’re right.”
Sterling’s scowl quickly morphs into a smirk as Page sets her glass down and leans forward.
Amy Page:
“If you had to defend your championship tonight, then it’s only fair that Dylan MacLeod does the same. But we’re gonna do it the right way.”
Page motions toward the sVo Roulette Wheel, which is positioned to the side of her desk. The massive wheel has various names written on it—competitors from the roster who could challenge for the Roulette Championship at a moment’s notice. Page grins as she gestures toward it.
Amy Page:
“You want MacLeod to defend? Fine. Spin the wheel, Sterling. Let’s see who gets the shot.”
Sterling steps up to the wheel, cracking his knuckles as he eyes the names carefully. He gives it a hard spin, and the camera zooms in as it clicks and clacks its way around… slowing down… finally landing on—
PUCK.
A wicked grin spreads across Sterling’s face as he turns back to Page.
Alex Sterling:
“Perfect.”
Page smirks and turns her attention to her enforcers, Washington and Reid.
Amy Page:
“Go find Dylan MacLeod and Puck. Tell them their match is next.”
Washington and Reid nod before exiting the office, leaving Sterling looking smug as he watches the fate he just sealed for MacLeod unfold. The camera lingers on Page, who watches Sterling with an amused expression before the scene fades back to ringside.
Backstage
Survive the Bully
*The camera cuts to the backstage interview area where Katie Smith stands with a microphone in hand. Beside her, dressed in his signature black and gold tracksuit with the sVo Championship slung proudly over his shoulder, stands “The Bully” Danny Domino. The arrogant smirk on his face says it all—he’s brimming with confidence ahead of his title defense tonight against Carlos Vasquez in the main event of *Vendetta 2025!* The fans watching on the big screen in the arena respond with loud boos, but Domino just chuckles to himself, enjoying every second of their disdain.*
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the reigning sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino—and Danny, in just a short time, you’ll be putting that championship on the line against ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez. Now, Vasquez earned this title shot by winning the 2024 Victory Cup, and there’s a lot of buzz that tonight could be his moment. What do you say to the people who believe Vasquez could leave Vendetta as the new sVo Champion?”
Domino scoffs, adjusting the belt on his shoulder as he turns to Katie with an amused look.
Danny Domino:
“The people? The people don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, Katie.”
He shakes his head, grinning as he gestures toward the camera.
Danny Domino:
“Lemme make something real clear—Carlos Vasquez winning the Victory Cup was a nice little moment. A real feel-good story. But let’s be honest… I don’t do feel-good stories. I end them.”
The champ turns serious, his cocky demeanor shifting into something colder.
Danny Domino:
“I hear Vasquez running his mouth about how he’s gonna take this title, about how he’s the next big thing in sVo… but news flash, pal—I AM the big thing. I’m the damn sVo Champion, and I have been since the day I ran through Johnny All Star to take this belt! Vasquez? He ain’t ready for this. He thinks just ‘cause he grew up fighting in the streets of Miami that he knows what it’s like to be in a real war? Nah, he doesn’t have a clue. He’s stepping into MY world tonight. And I don’t lose in my world.”
Katie nods, but presses on.
Katie Smith:
“Well, Vasquez has made it clear that he’s not intimidated by you. In fact, he’s compared himself to a hurricane, saying you won’t be able to stop him from tearing through you and taking that championship. Do you have a response to that?”
Domino lets out a mocking laugh, shaking his head.
Danny Domino:
“A hurricane? Please. Vasquez can call himself whatever he wants—a hurricane, a storm, the Ghost of Tony Montana for all I care! The only thing he’s gonna be tonight is a failure. He might have survived Generation Joint attacking him, he might’ve gotten past Jacob Izaz last week, but when it comes to ME?”
Domino leans in closer to the camera, eyes burning with intensity.
Danny Domino:
“Vasquez is gonna find out the hard way that there ain’t no surviving a Bully.”
With that, Domino slaps the center plate of his sVo Championship, flashing a final arrogant smirk before walking off, leaving Katie Smith standing there as the camera fades back to ringside!
sVo Roulette Championship Match
Dylan MacLeod (c) vs. Puck
Backstage
Guarantee
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Katie Smith is standing by with Carlos Vasquez, the challenger for the sVo Championship in tonight’s main event. Vasquez, dressed in a tailored suit with his signature gold chains, a smug smile, and a confident swagger, leans against the wall as Katie steps into frame, microphone in hand. The aura around him is one of sheer dominance and the self-assurance of someone who believes they’re destined for greatness.
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Carlos Vasquez, and tonight, you challenge Danny Domino for the sVo Championship. Now, we’ve heard a lot of talk from you leading up to this match, but the time is almost here. How are you feeling, Carlos?”
Vasquez adjusts his suit, running a hand through his slicked-back hair, and lets out a deep, almost menacing laugh.
Carlos Vasquez:
(with a Cuban accent)
“Feelings? I don’t need to feel nothin’. This is not about feelings, Katie. This is about destiny. I came to the sVo to take over. I came to take what’s rightfully mine. You know, I’ve been told, over an’ over, that Danny Domino is the champion—he’s the big shot around here. But let me tell you somethin’ about Danny—he’s just a man, just like everybody else.”
Vasquez stands up straight, locking eyes with Katie and the camera, his voice growing louder with every word.
Carlos Vasquez:
“He might be sittin’ on that shiny little sVo Championship now, but tonight, I’m takin’ it from him. You see, I’ve been fightin’ my whole damn life. From the streets of Miami to the squared circle, I’ve been hungry, and now, I’m starvin’ for that title. Danny Domino is just the last man I gotta go through to claim what’s mine. And you know what, Katie? I guarantee it. Tonight, I walk out of here the sVo Champion. And Domino? He walks out as just another victim.”
Vasquez pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as he paces slowly back and forth.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny thinks he’s got it all figured out, huh? He thinks he’s untouchable, he thinks that belt is his. But I’m the real problem here. I’ve already faced the worst life has to offer, and now, I’m gonna show him what happens when you get in the way of a Maverick.”
His gaze turns ice-cold, and his tone becomes more intense.
Carlos Vasquez:
“I ain’t afraid of no bully. Tonight, I’m gonna break him, I’m gonna make him quit, and I’m gonna take that title. And when I do, it won’t just be for me—it’ll be for everybody who ever wanted to be more than what they were told they could be.”
With a final smirk, he steps closer to the camera, his intensity peaking as he stares into the lens.
Carlos Vasquez:
“Danny, tonight… it’s over. The belt’s mine. And there’s nothin’ you can do about it.”
Vasquez walks off, his heels clicking on the floor, leaving Katie Smith standing behind as the camera cuts back to ringside, hyped for the upcoming title match.
sVo Championship Match
Danny Domino (c) vs. Carlos Vasquez
Ringside
The Maverick & the Bully
The crowd erupts into cheers as Carlos Vasquez stands tall in the center of the ring, holding the sVo Championship above his head. His chest heaves with pride as the fans chant his name, and his eyes burn with the fierce determination that led him to this moment. The roar of the crowd fills the arena as Vasquez savors the feeling of finally achieving his dream.
Ring Announcer:
“Ladies and gentlemen, your new sVo Champion, Carlos Vasquez!”
Vasquez smiles, a wide, confident grin, as he waves the belt in front of the crowd, soaking in the adoration. He holds the title high and then drapes it over his shoulder, looking down at it with satisfaction before turning toward the ropes and pointing at the fans in the front rows.
Vasquez climbs up to the second turnbuckle and raises the title high again, his chest puffed out in triumph. The atmosphere in the arena is electric with excitement and joy as the new champion basks in the glory of his hard-fought victory. He moves to the ropes, taunting and pointing to the crowd as they chant “Miami Maverick! Miami Maverick!”
As Vasquez begins to make his way toward the ropes to exit the ring, suddenly, the mood shifts. The camera pans to the entrance ramp where Danny Domino, looking furious, is slowly pulling himself up to his feet outside the ring, holding his head in disbelief after the crushing defeat. His anger is palpable, his face contorted in rage, the pain of losing his title clearly eating at him.
Domino suddenly turns toward Harper W Williams, the referee who had just officiated the match, and shoves him hard. Harper stumbles, barely able to regain his footing before Domino grabs him by the collar and starts screaming in his face. The crowd boos loudly, sensing that something violent is about to unfold.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“Wait a second… what is Danny Domino doing?! This is uncalled for!”
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“Domino’s completely lost it! He’s furious! He’s gotta be taking out his frustration on the referee!”
Domino, consumed by rage, lifts Harper W Williams off his feet and drives him into the mat with a brutal powerbomb! The arena gasps in shock as Williams crashes to the canvas. The ref’s body slumps, motionless in the middle of the ring as the fans jeer Domino’s violent outburst.
Vasquez, still holding his sVo Championship in his hands, pauses on the rampway as the scene unfolds in front of him. He turns back toward the ring, narrowing his eyes as he sees Danny Domino standing tall over the fallen referee. The celebration moment is interrupted by Domino’s wild actions, but Carlos doesn’t flinch—he watches with cold intensity, a silent message in his eyes that he’s prepared for whatever retaliation comes next.
Danny Domino stares down at the referee, breathing heavily and seething with anger. He kicks Harper W Williams in the side for good measure, yelling at him as if blaming Williams for his loss. The crowd is in a state of disbelief as Domino walks around the ring, taking out his rage on anything in sight.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“Danny Domino just lost his title and his mind! This is a whole new side of him we’re seeing tonight. This is disgusting.”
The cameras catch the referee, Harper W Williams, lying motionless in the ring, and the tension fills the arena as the camera cuts to Domino’s furious face.
Vasquez stops at the entrance ramp, watching Domino’s actions from afar. He doesn’t flinch, only looking on with steely resolve. He looks back toward the camera and shakes his head slowly, muttering something to himself before walking up the ramp.
Jeremiah Sloan (commentary):
“I think we haven’t seen the last of this rivalry. Carlos Vasquez may be the sVo Champion, but Danny Domino… he’s not done yet.”
As the camera cuts back to Vasquez, still standing tall, his celebration continuing with the fans chanting his name, the show slowly fades to black, leaving the crowd wondering what will come next in this heated war for the sVo Championship.
Julian Fiasco (commentary):
“And that’s all the time we have for tonight! Carlos Vasquez is the new sVo Champion, but the chaos between him and Danny Domino is far from over! We’ll see you next week!”
The show goes off the air with the final shot of Carlos Vasquez holding the sVo Championship high in the air, his face showing satisfaction, but also a clear warning that he’s not going to back down from anything or anyone.
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