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2/13-Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv

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13

Cue the pyro…

Missouri Valley Wrestling
Wrestling Night in the Heartland
Peoria Civic Center
Peoria, Illinois
Tuesday February 13th, 2024


Announcers: Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall

Backstage Interviewer: Kellie Burkowski

Ring Announcer: Heather Cooper

MVW… MVW… MVW…

Opening:
The Peoria Civic Center hummed with the raw energy of eager fans, their voices a chorus of anticipation that swelled through the arena. Excitement was palpable, an electric charge in the air that could set your hair on end. At ringside, Thunderbolt Smith’s steady voice rolled over the buzz like thunder rolling across the plains.

Thunderbolt Smith: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Wrestling Night in the Heartland!” Thunderbolt proclaimed, his tone embodying the grandeur of the occasion. “I’m Thunderbolt Smith, and with me is ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall, and we’re here live from the heart of Illinois!”

‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall: Thunderbolt, you can feel the excitement tonight.  The Peoria Civic Center is packed to the rafters, and these fans are ready for some wrestling action right here in the heartland!

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and chants, each fan present contributing to the soundtrack of the evening, a symphony of wrestling passion. And as if on cue, the lights dimmed, plunging the arena into a state of near-darkness that sent a shiver of anticipation down every spine.

Jill Berg Enterprises Segment
*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*

A single spotlight pierced the darkness, illuminating the entrance ramp where Jill Berg, the formidable CEO of Jill Berg Enterprises, appeared like a commander leading her troops into battle. Her presence was commanding, her gaze fixed forward as she marched down the ramp, the click of her heels against the metal echoing throughout the silent hall. On either side of her, a phalanx of burly security personnel kept watchful eyes on the masses, their suits a stark contrast to the vibrant spectacle around them.

Thunderbolt’s voice reflected the gravity of the moment.

Thunderbolt: Here comes the powerbroker of MVW herself, the Corporate Predator Extraordinaire, the phenomenon known as… Jill Berg.  And it looks like she’s not alone, Rick.

Rick: Absolutely, Thunderbolt.  Flanked by her elite security detail, she’s a woman on a mission. And look who’s trailing right behind her—it’s MVW Women’s Champion Victoria McGill and the Tag Team Champions Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller.


Victoria McGill, Sheline Carrigan, Madison Miller

Victoria McGill strode confidently, the gleam of the championship belt around her waist catching the light with each step. Her towering figure cut an imposing silhouette, flanked by the equally impressive ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan and the technically savvy Madison Miller. Together, they were an image of dominance, their collective confidence enough to silence even the most ardent naysayers.

Rick: Talk about a show of force.  With all the gold around their waists, they’re walking into the Peoria Civic Center like they own the place.

Thunderbolt: And don’t forget, JBE’s Felicia LaBarbara is also the Women’s Heartland Champion so they actually have all three Women’s titles.

The trio followed in Jill Berg’s wake, their eyes locked onto the ring—their kingdom—as they descended upon it with the certainty of champions. The crowd’s reaction was a mix of awe and defiance, the air thick with tension as the power dynamics played out before their very eyes.

The microphone in Jill Berg’s hand seemed to tremor with the fury that radiated from her very being. Her normally immaculate composure was shattered, her face a mask of barely contained rage as she stepped into the ring, the boos and jeers of the crowd growing louder, raining down upon her like an unwelcome storm.

CEO of Jill Berg Enterprises- Jill Berg: Last week, Victoria McGill was ROBBED!

Jill’s voice cut through the cacophony, sharp as a knife, every word enunciated with steely precision.

Jill: Jennifer Colton’s clumsiness… she fell right onto that sledgehammer and cost us a victory that should have been undisputed!

The Peoria Civic Center erupted, the audience’s displeasure filling the space with a tangible disdain. Their boos swelled in volume, echoing off the walls with a ferocity that sought to drown out even Jill’s amplified declaration. But the CEO stood her ground, eyes blazing, as Victoria McGill, her frame an imposing blend of muscle and resolve, remained stoic behind her—a silent testament to the injustice they felt.

Jill’s wrath seemed to bounce off the canvas and ropes, reverberating around the arena as she continued, undaunted by the hostility that enveloped them.

Jill: Despite your narrow-minded view…

Her sneering tone dripped with contempt for the dissenters.

Jill: …Jill Berg Enterprises continues to reign supreme! Victoria is still the MVW Women’s champion.

She gestured to Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller, who held up their tag team belts with a pride that bordered on arrogance.

Jill: Sheline and Madison’s triumph over Harrison and Oswald proved once again that we are unparalleled in this division! And Felicia LaBarbara is still the Women’s Heartland champion.  Do you want to know what that all means?

Jill paused and then told them what it meant.

Jill: Jill Berg Enterprises Means Business!

The catchphrase thundered through the venue, Jill’s voice booming and unyielding. It was a rallying cry, a statement of intent that filled the ring with its power. The words seemed to hang in the air, the essence of determination, before settling upon the ears of everyone present.

The crowd’s reaction was a maelstrom of emotion—some couldn’t help but nod in wary respect at the undeniable success of Berg’s faction, while others spat out their contempt, their voices hoarse with fervent opposition. Yet amidst it all, Jill Berg stood tall, a pillar of ambition and drive, her message delivered with the force of a finishing move.

In the squared circle, surrounded by her champions, Jill Berg allowed herself a small, triumphant smile. They had come, they had made their presence known, and now, with the gauntlet thrown down, the rest of the evening’s drama would unfold under the shadow of her declaration: “Jill Berg Enterprises Means Business!” The stage was set, the battle lines drawn, and the war for wrestling supremacy raged on.

Rick: Wow, Thunderbolt…

Hall’s voice mixed his tone with excitement and intrigue.

Rick: …Jill Berg sure knows how to light a fire under this crowd. What do you think her words tonight mean for the rest of the roster?

Thunderbolt Smith, ever the composed professional, leaned into his microphone, his gaze sweeping across the sea of eager faces.

Thunderbolt: Well, Rick, if there’s one thing we’ve learned tonight, it’s that Jill Berg is not one to take lightly.  She’s thrown down the challenge, and it’s going to be interesting to see how the other wrestlers respond. You can bet they’re back there right now, gearing up for battle.

The camera panned slowly over the crowd, capturing the wide-eyed enthusiasm of children hoisted onto shoulders, the determined faces of die-hard fans gripping homemade signs, and the animated discussions between friends speculating on the matchups. The vibrant energy of the arena was tangible, almost a living entity of its own, as the collective breath of the audience seemed to hold in sweet suspense.

Rick: Indeed, Thunderbolt.

As the last vestiges of Jill Berg Enterprises disappeared behind the curtain, the lights above the ring flickered with renewed vigor, signaling the imminent commencement of wrestling warfare. The chattering of the crowd crescendoed, reaching fever pitch as the announcers’ voices faded.

Thunderbolt: Wrestling Night in the Heartland is about to explode into action!  Rick, what do we have tonight?

Rick: Thunderbolt, we’ve got The Stevens Dynasty and MVW Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson in action tonight.  The Hanson Sisters will take on The Rose Warriors in a Women’s Tag Team #3 versus #4 contender’s match.   And then we’ve got Yosemite Samantha and Amberley Stanton meeting up in a Women’s Division #3 versus #4 match.

Thunderbolt: All right.  We’ll be back with our first match of the night after these commercial messages.


High Octane Wrestling

Cary Stevens Promo
The roar of the crowd surged through the arena, a living entity unto itself, as Cary Stevens stood alone in the squared circle – the heart of the battlefield where wrestling legends were made. His weathered face, a testament to battles past, was set in a look of fierce determination. The microphone in his hand was a weapon of its own, and he wielded it with the same precision as a seasoned grappler executing a perfectly timed suplex.


Cary Stevens

Cary Stevens: Let me tell y’all something.

Cary’s voice, thick with Texan bravado, boomed over the speakers.

Cary: No Quarter, you better be ready to hightail it outta here, ’cause next week, the Stevens Dynasty is comin’ for what’s rightfully ours— we’re gonna take back the MVW Tag Team title belts!

The audience hung on his every word, feeling the electricity that was part and parcel of old school professional wrestling. He continued, his tone taking on the sharp edge of an open challenge.

Cary: And I’ll tell ya another thing, any tag team back there that’s got the guts, we’re right here, right now, ready to tangle!

Just as the last syllable left Cary’s mouth, “What Do I Know” by Robert Counts shattered the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. The Kentucky Redneck Mafia—Cletus T. Johnson and Enos T. Johnson—emerged from behind the curtain, their presence commanding instant attention.

Dawn McGill, their manager, strode ahead of them, her eyes fixed on the Stevens clan with a mix of mischief and scorn. Her voice cut through the din of the crowd as she took a moment to address the giants in the ring.

Her words dripped with sarcasm.

Dawn McGill: Well, well, if it ain’t the big, bad Stevens Dynasty.

She turned to Cletus and Enos.

Dawn:  Boys, looks like we’ve got some challengin’ to do tonight.

With a nod from Cletus and Enos, the trio began their confident descent down the ramp. Each step seemed to stoke the fires of rivalry, their boots pounding on the steel grates like the drums of war. The Kentucky Redneck Mafia, clad in their signature denim and flannel, exuded a rough-and-ready air that contrasted sharply with the polished intensity of the Texas titans awaiting them.

As they slid under the bottom rope into the ring, the confrontation was set.

Thunderbolt: Well?  Two proud factions stood toe-to-toe, the tension thick enough to slice through.

Rick: Thunderbolt, the challenge’s been laid down, the gauntlet thrown, and we’re about to watch a classic showdown between two old-school tag teams.

MATCH #1: The Stevens Dynasty (Bo and George) vs. The Kentucky Redneck Mafia

Kentucky Redneck Mafia


Cletus T. Johnson
AGE: 39 / HT: 6′ 3″ WT: 300 / HOME: Hueysville, KY
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Brawler / FIN: Kentucky Hoedown
THEME MUSIC: “But What Do I Know”- Robert Counts

Enos T. Johnson
AGE: 37 / HT: 6′ 1″ WT: 285 / HOME: Garrett, KY
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Redneck Brawler / FIN: Kentucky Hoedown
THEME MUSIC: “But What Do I Know”- Robert Counts

Valet:
Dawn McGill  
AGE: 44 HT: 6’ 0″ WT: 130 / HOME: Crystal City, MO
ALIGN: 75% Sexy Heel / STYLE: Sex appeal / FIN: McGill Bomb

The Stevens Dynasty

Bo Stevens
AGE: 27 HT: 6’ 1” WT: 234 / HOME: Waco, TX
ALIGN: / STYLE / FIN: Rolling Cutter
THEME: “Ghost Riders in the Sky”- The Outlaws

George Stevens
AGE: 42 / HT: 6’ 5” WT: 445 / HOME: Texarkana, TX
ALIGN: / STYLE: Power / FIN: Texas Sized Slam
THEME: “Ghost Riders in the Sky”- The Outlaws
Manager: Cary Stevens

The bell’s metallic clang still echoed through the arena as George Stevens, the massive patriarch of the Stevens Dynasty, found himself on the wrong side of the ring apron.

Thunderbolt: THAT’S IT!  GEORGE STEVENS WAS COUNTED OUT!

The referee’s final count ricocheted off the walls, and the audience erupted into a frenzy. In disbelief, Cary Stevens threw his hands up, his face contorting into a snarl of pure Texan outrage.

Rick: Thunderbolt, the Stevens got outfoxed, not by strength or skill, but by the cunning tactics of the Kentucky Redneck Mafia.

Cletus and Enos exchanged grins that spoke volumes of their backwoods guile; they knew exactly what they had done, baiting the bear trap with precision.

Cary: G’dammit!

Bo and Scott Stevens, muscles taut with indignation, paced like caged animals, itching for a brawl. Their eyes were twin infernos, burning with the desire to right this unexpected wrong.

Cary pointed at Cletus and Enos.

Cary: You two *BLEEP*holes have *BLEEP*ed with the wrong people!

Cary slammed the microphone to the mat as George managed to sit back up on the floor, his face a mask of fury and humiliation.

Thunderbolt: These two teams didn’t like each other before… they definitely don’t like each other now!

Rick: Bo and Scott Stevens are in the Kentucky Redneck Mafia’s face.

But just as the Stevens Dynasty prepared to unleash hell upon their clever adversaries, darkness swooped over the arena like a predatory bird. A hush fell over the crowd, anticipation crackling in the air like static when Blues Saracino’s “Kicking and Screaming” began to play.

Thunderbolt: IT’S NO QUARTER!

Rick: Here comes the champions!


No Quarter
Bracken Krueger and Daryn Thompson

Suddenly, the entrance stage burst into an eerie glow, and there stood No Quarter—Bracken Krueger and Daryn Thompson—the Tag Team Champions, bathed in sinister light. They were the epitome of power and arrogance, their shadows stretching across the stage like dark omens.

The air in the arena was thick with tension as No Quarter’s entrance theme faded, leaving nothing but a sea of restless murmurs from the crowd. The lights refocused on the center stage where Bracken Krueger and Daryn Thompson stood, microphones in hand, their figures casting long shadows that seemed to reach into the very ring where the Stevens Dynasty waited.

Bracken Krueger: Stevens Dynasty…

Bracken’s deep voice echoed through the arena like thunder,

Bracken: …you all look about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

Laughter erupted from the audience as Bracken’s smirk grew wider.

Bracken: Next week, we’re going to sink you faster than your pride tonight.

Daryn stepped forward, her Texan drawl cutting through the noise.

Daryn Thompson: Y’all thought you could just mosey on up and take what we fought tooth ‘n’ nail for?

She shook her head, her eyes sharp as daggers.

Daryn: We’re the reigning champions because we don’t just talk big—we back it up. And next week, the Legacy Lock is gonna put an end to your little dynasty’s fairytale comeback.

Bo Stevens, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring, snatched the mic from Cary’s hand.

Bo: Talk all you want, but it’s gonna be a Texas-sized mistake to underestimate the heart of the Stevens Dynasty. We’re coming for those belts, and there ain’t no quarter we’ll be giving.

George Stevens, still simmering from the count-out, growled under his breath, his massive frame shaking the ropes as he stepped forward, adding a silent yet intimidating presence to the verbal standoff.

Cary: Enough yapping! The talking stops next week when we take back what’s rightfully ours. We are the legacy of MVW, and we won’t be dismissed!

The teams’ words hung heavy in the charged atmosphere as the Stevens Dynasty stepped closer to the ropes, fists ready, muscles tensed. Across the distance, No Quarter stood unflinchingly; Bracken’s towering figure was statuesque in confidence, while Daryn’s poised readiness promised technical precision.

Thunderbolt: Next Tuesday night, the Stevens Dynasty challenges No Quarter again for the MVW Tag Team title.

Rick: That’s going to be a good one, Thunderbolt.

The arena lights dimmed once again, spotlighting the two teams in a dramatic tableau. As the screen faded to black, the image of the Stevens Dynasty and No Quarter, locked in a tense staredown, became etched into the memory of every viewer, setting the stage for an explosive showdown between the two dominant tag teams in the MVW.


PRIME

Silence fell over the arena as the commercial break ended, signaling the return to Thunderbolt’s electrifying hosting of the wrestling event. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as Heather Cooper appeared in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.

Thunderbolt: All right, let’s get back to the ring and Heather Cooper.

MATCH #2: The Rose Warriors vs. The Hanson Sisters- Women’s Tag Team #3 vs. #4 contender’s match
Heather Cooper raised her voice to be heard over the clamor of the crowd.

Heather Cooper: Ladies and gentlemen… our next match will be…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Heather: Introducing first… making her way to the ring with a warrior spirit and a thirst for victory…

Suddenly, the familiar theme song from Xena Warrior Princess blared through the speakers and Geena the Warrior Princess emerged onto the stage.

Heather: …GEENA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!

Her long dark hair flowed behind her as she confidently strode towards the ring, her eyes fixed on her opponent. But she was not alone. As soon as Geena reached the ring, Whiskey Falls’ “Load Up The Bases” replaced her theme music and out came her tag team partner Eliza Rose.

Heather: And her tag team partner… ELIZA ROSE.  THE ROSE WARRIORS!

The Rose Warriors

Geena the Warrior Princess
AGE: 35 / HT: 6’ 1” WT: 145 / HOME: Sioux City, IA
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: / FIN: Reverse Brainbuster
THEME MUSIC: “Theme from Xena Warrior Princess”

Eliza Rose
AGE: 24 / HT: 5’ 8” WT: 125 / HOME: Philadelphia, PA
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: / FIN: Louisville Slugger
THEME MUSIC: “Load Up the Bases”- Whiskey Falls

Geena and Eliza exchanged a high five before entering the ring.

Heather: And their opponents…

The crowd roared, a tumultuous sea of excitement and anticipation, as the opening guitar riff of Warren Zevon’s “Hit Somebody” echoed through the arena. Floodlights carved through the dimness, alighting on the entrance where Coach Reg emerged like the prow of a ship cutting through waves of fervor.

Heather: ACCOMPANIED BY COACH REG!  ANDREA HANSON AND MELISSA HANSON!

She was flanked by—Andrea and Melissa Hanson. The sisters, in their Charlestown Chiefs jerseys, carried their hockey sticks like scepters of war. Their thick black horn-rimmed glasses sat upon their faces, not as a hindrance but a badge of honor; a testament to their unique brand of battle.

The Hanson Sisters

Andrea Hanson
AGE: 28 / HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 160 / HOME: Red Lake, MN
ALIGN: Tweener / STYLE: Brawler-Goon / FIN: High Stick

Melissa Hanson
AGE: 29 / HT: 6′ 0″ WT: 164 / HOME: Red Lake, MN
ALIGN: Tweener / STYLE: Brawler-Goon / FIN: CHECK!-mate

Also at Ringside: Coach Reg and Charissa Hanson

Heather: THE HANSON SISTERS!

Coach Reg’s gaze pierced the crowd, steely and unwavering. Her charges stood behind her, Andrea’s muscle tensing beneath her jersey, Melissa’s eyes narrow slits of focus.

Thunderbolt: The Rose Warriors versus The Hanson Sisters.

The Hansons stepped forward, the heavy clack of their boots against the metal ramp melding with the rhythm of the song, creating a cadence of impending doom for their opponents.

Rick: It’s a #3 versus #4 contender’s match.  The Hansons lost to The Working Girls last weekend to fall to #3.  If they win tonight, they’ll get another chance at the Working Girls next week.  The Rose Warriors are trying to get back into the title mix.

As they neared the ring, a palpable tension settled over the crowd. The Hansons vaulted over the ropes with surprising agility for their size, landing with a boom that resonated through the canvas.

In their corner, the sisters shared a glance—a silent pact made without words. Their hands gripped their sticks tighter, the knuckles white, the wood creaking under the pressure.

The music faded, drowned out by the cacophony of the audience.

Thunderbolt: All right. We’ll be back with more right after these messages.

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Thunderbolt: Welcome back to Wrestling Night in the Heartland.  We’ve got The Hanson Sisters and The Rose Warriors fighting tooth and nail in the ring tonight.

Rick: Thunderbolt, this has been a barn burner so far.  These two teams are fighting for position in the division and both need the win.  The intensity is clear.  Who will be the winner of this one?

Thunderbolt: Let’s go back to the action and find out.

Eliza Rose is down on the floor, surrounded by Charissa and Melissa Hanson.  She gets counted out by referee Bailey Jenkins.

Thunderbolt: And the Hansons outlast the Rose Warriors.

Rick: What a match!

Thunderbolt: Big win for the Hansons.  Next week, they get a chance for revenge on the Working Girls.  We’ll be back with more Wrestling Night in the Heartland after these messages.


SHOOT Project

Jennifer Colton Interview
Backstage, the tension crackled through the air like a rogue current as Kellie Burkowski, microphone in hand, approached the seething Jennifer Colton. The young wrestler’s face was a canvas of fury from the sledgehammer attack courtesy of Jill Berg Enterprises last week that won her the match via DQ but not the MVW Women’s Title.


Jennifer Colton

Kellie Burkowski: Jennifer, the fans saw what happened out there last week. Can you tell us what’s going through your mind right now?

Jennifer’s eyes blazed with a fire that could have melted steel as she leaned into the microphone, her words slicing through the buzzing atmosphere like a knife.

Jennifer Colton: Jill Berg Enterprises… you took it too far this time. You think you can just throw their weight around and everyone will lie down?

Jennifer shook her head.

Jennifer: No.  Not me. Not ever.

Kellie nodded, her blond locks swaying gently with the motion. She understood the gravity of the situation, the unwritten rules of the ring that had been shattered.

Kellie: You know the fans are behind you, Jennifer. What’s your next move?

Jennifer: Revenge.

The word tasted bitter on her tongue but it ignited something primal within her.

Jennifer: They’ve crossed a line and I’m going to hurt Jill Berg Enterprises where it will hurt the most, taking that belt off the hands of Victoria McGill.  I won’t rest until I’ve settled the score. When I get back in the ring with Victoria McGill, it’s going to be more than just a match… it’s going to be personal.”

Capturing every ounce of Jennifer’s heartfelt vow, the camera zoomed in just enough to catch the glint of determination in her eyes. The fans at home felt it, the surge of support for their underdog hero, ready to fight back against the tyranny of Jill Berg Enterprises.

Kellie: Thank you, Jennifer.  Back to you Thunderbolt and Rick.

Thunderbolt: Thanks Kellie.  Fans, if you thought that was intense, just wait for what we have coming up. Yosemite Samantha versus Amberley Stanton.

Rick: Absolutely, Thunderbolt.  Yosemite Samantha is the embodiment of the Wild West. She’s as tough as they come and has proven time and again why she’s a tough cowgirl to beat.

Thunderbolt: Right you are, Rick. And let’s not forget about Amberley Stanton.  She may have come up short in the Carmondy Cup finals against Victoria McGill and then again at the St. Louis Supershow , but she showed heart, grit, and a spirit that has made her a force to be reckoned with in the Women’s Division.  Let’s go to Heather Cooper in the ring for the introductions.

MATCH #3: Amberley Stanton vs. Yosemite Samantha-Women’s Division #2 vs. #3 Match
The energy of the arena surged as the camera swept across the enthused crowd, their signs and cheers a colorful maelom of excitement. At the epicenter stood Heather Cooper, her figure illuminated beneath the spotlight, microphone gripped with an assuredness that commanded attention. Clad in a form-fitting sequined dress that shimmered with every movement, her sultry voice cascaded over the masses like velvet as she purred…

Heather: Are you ready for some action?

The crowd responded with a roar of approval.

Heather: All right then.  The following contest is scheduled for…

She paused dramatically, holding the mic out towards the sea of fans who thundered back in unison, “ONE FALL,” the ritualistic call-and-response electrifying the atmosphere.

Heather: Introducing first, “the competitor who fought valiantly in the Carmondy Cup finals and a rising star of the Women’s Division- Amberley Stanton!

“Since You’ve Been Gone” hit the speakers, and the ambiance shifted from charged to explosive. Amberley Stanton emerged from behind the curtain, her vibrant smile a stark contrast to the intensity that had just filled the backstage area. The crowd leapt to their feet, their adulation palpable as Amberley’s infectious energy spread like wildfire.


Amberley Stanton

AGE: 24 / HT: 5’ 8” WT: 100 / HOME: Seward, NE
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Technical / FIN: Stanton Sleeper

With each confident step down the ramp, she slapped hands with outstretched fans, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of competition. Her ring gear—a blend of bold colors and sleek design—reflected her dynamic persona, and despite her recent setback at the Carmondy Cup, her stride bore no weight of defeat.

As Amberley reached the center of the ring, she threw her arms up, soaking in the cheers, her readiness to face whatever was thrown her way apparent in every poised gesture. It was more than just an entrance; it was a declaration. Amberley Stanton was here to fight, to climb, and to ultimately triumph in the unforgiving world of professional wrestling.

Heather: And her opponent…

The first chords of Metallica’s “Moth to a Flame” tore through the arena, a stark contrast to the pop anthem that had preceded it. A hush fell over the crowd before a new wave of excitement surged.

Heather: She is the “The roughest, toughest, rootinest, shootinest cowgirl who ever crossed the Rio Grande!”  YOSEMITE… SAMANTHA!


Yosemite Samantha
“The roughest, toughest, rootinest, shootinest cowgirl who ever crossed the Rio Grande”
AGE: 32 / HT: 5’1″ WT: 105 / HOME: Dodge City, KS
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Brawler-Hardcore / FIN: Shotgun Knee/Cannonball Combo

Smoke swirled at the top of the ramp as Yosemite Samantha emerged, her silhouette framed by the flickering lights. She stood tall, the brim of her ten-gallon cowboy hat casting a shadow over her eyes, which were fixed in a steely gaze that could cut through steel.

Thunderbolt: Here comes the roughest, toughest cowgirl in the division.

Rick: Yosemite Samantha doesn’t just walk to the ring, she owns the ground she walks on.

With a deliberate swagger, Yosemite strode down the ramp, the leather of her chaps creaking with each step. The holster around her waist was snug against her hips, the prop gun gleaming under the spotlight.

As she approached ringside, Yosemite Samantha paused, her eyes locking onto those of every fan along the barricade. In one swift motion, she drew the six-shooter from its holster, twirling it with the ease of a seasoned gunslinger. The display was met with a chorus of cheers and whistles, the crowd captivated by the performance.

With a final flourish, Yosemite Samantha slipped the six-shooter back into its holster and climbed the steel steps. She wiped her boots on the apron—old habits die hard—and stepped through the ropes into the ring.

Thunderbolt: Yosemite Samantha prevails!

Rick: Next week, she will face ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki. What a match that will be!

Thunderbolt: Yes it will.  All right, Kellie Burkowski is backstage with the latest challenger to ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson’s MVW Title reign… Adam Ellis.

Adam Ellis Interview
The scene shifted backstage where Kellie Burkowski stood with Adam Ellis, his youthful energy almost palpable through the screen.


Adam Ellis

Kellie: Adam, next Tuesday night, you go up against ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson for the MVW Title. How are you feeling about this opportunity?

Adam Ellis: Kellie, I’m stoked.

Adam’s eyes were ablaze with determination.

Adam: I’m really excited about the chance.  Since signing with PRIME, I’ve grown so much—not just as a wrestler, but as a competitor. Bill Dickinson? He’s simply the best.  He’s on the best run of his career, and I respect that.  He’s not the same guy I wrestled in a cage in 2021… but then again,  I’m not the same guy he faced in 2021 either. I’m ready for this.

Kellie: Adam Ellis, ladies and gentlemen. Back to you Thunderbolt.

Thunderbolt: Thank you, Kellie.  Speaking of Bill Dickinson, he’s in our main event tonight.  We’ll be back after these messages, folks.

UPCOMING MVW HOUSE SHOWS
February 16th – United Wireless Arena / Dodge City, KS
February 17th – North Platte High School Gym / North Platte, NE
February 20th – Knapp Center / Des Moines, IA
February 23rd – York High School Gymnasium / York, NE
February 24th – Qwest Center Omaha / Omaha, NE
February 25th – Tyson Events Center / Sioux City, IA
March 1st – Cook Center / Olathe, KS
March 2nd – Del 5ive Event Center / Emporium, KS
March 5th – Landon Arena / Topeka, KS
March 8th – Martinsville High School Gym / Martinsville, IN
March 9th –  Athletics-Recreation Center / Valparaiso, IN
March 10th – Northern Indiana Event Center / Elkhart, IN


Thunderbolt: And welcome back to Wrestling Night in the Heartland!  Big show so far. Big wins for The Hanson Sisters and Yosemite Samantha tonight.

Rick: The Kentucky Redneck Mafia also sent notice that they are back and they’ll be looking to get back into the title picture.  We heard from Adam Ellis tonight.

Thunderbolt: And now we will see his opponent next Tuesday night… let’s go to Heather Cooper in the ring.

“Kiss My Country Ass” by Rhett Akins came on and ‘The Girl in Every Country Song’ Lillie Mae walks out followed by Buckshot Henderson.

Heather: Ladies and gentlemen… our main event will be…

Heather paused as once again, the enthusiastic crowd shouts out, “ONE FALL!”

Heather: Introducing first… accompanied by Lillie Mae… BUCKSHOT HENDERSON!


Buckshot Henderson

AGE: 37 / HT: 6’ 2” WT: 245 / HOME: Tryon, SC
ALIGN: Tweener / STYLE: Fighter / FIN: Buckshot Lariat

Also at Ringside: Lillie Mae

Henderson rolled into the ring while Lillie Mae clapped her hands at ringside.

Heather: And his opponent…

“My truck’s where my money goes,
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I’ll never tell
And I know it’s redneck of me
Letting moonshine get the best of me
But I’m unapologetically
Country as hell”

A bright flash of red, white, and blue light enveloped the stage following the acapella beginning of Hardy’s “Unapologetically Country as Hell.” Fog sifted out from both sides of the stage as the song began in earnest.

Sunny O’Callahan emerged from the back first.

Heather: Accompanied by Sunny O’Callahan.  He is the 330-pound Southern Brawler… he is the reigning MVW CHAMPION!  He is… ‘REDNECK’ BILL DICKINSON!

Sunny took a swig from a bottle of Southern Comfort and swayed on the stage.  The song hit the chorus as a second round of red, white, and blue lights illuminated the stage and Dickinson emerged from the fog.  Ambling out onto the stage, Dickinson’s wore standard black wrestling tights, a black and red vest with “Bill Dickinson” embroidered in block letters on the back.

Thunderbolt: Bill Dickinson has been the MVW Champion for five hundred and thirty-three days.  Next week, he may face his biggest challenge yet in Adam Ellis.

Rick: But tonight, he needs to get past Buckshot Henderson in this non-title match.

Thunderbolt: Bill Dickinson hits the Southern Fried Powerbomb and that puts an end to Buckshot Henderson.

Referee Davey Keels raised Dickinson’s arm in victory.   Then the spotlight illuminated the stage, the crowd roared, and on the stage stood one Adam Ellis.

Rick: There’s Adam Ellis.

Ellis clapped his hands and smiled.  Dickinson nodded his head and mouthed, “next week.”

Thunderbolt: NEXT WEEK!  DICKINSON AND ELLIS FOR THE MVW TITLE! NO QUARTER VERSUS THE STEVENS DYNASTY FOR THE MVW TAG TEAM TITLE!  WE’LL SEE YOU THEN!

RESULTS:
-The Kentucky Redneck Mafia defeated The Stevens Dynasty at 8:57
-The Hanson Sisters defeated The Rose Warriors at 51:26 (edited to 30 minutes for TV) in a Women’s Tag Team Division #3 vs. #4 contender’s match
-Yosemite Samantha defeated Amberley Stanton at 9:49 in a Women’s Division #3 vs. #4 contender’s match
-MVW Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson defeated Buckshot Henderson at 16:23 in a non-title match

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