3/19-Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv


Missouri Valley Wrestling
Wrestling Night in the Heartland
Normal, IL
Tuesday March 19th, 2024

Announcers: Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall

Backstage Interviewer: Kellie Burkowski

Ring Announcer: Heather Cooper


The camera panned across the raucous, near-capacity crowd of the CEFCU Arena, capturing signs and faces painted with anticipation. The buzz was electric, reverberating through the structure as if the very foundation of Normal, Illinois was alive with wrestling fervor.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” Thunderbolt Smith’s baritone voice said, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the unbridled excitement in the arena. “Welcome to Wrestling Night in the Heartland!  We are LIVE from the CEFCU Arena in Normal, Illinois tonight!”

“That’s right,” ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall chimed in, his own voice tinged with a hint of his signature excitement, “and tonight we have one hell of a card for you! ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson puts his MVW record title reign on the line against Luke Woods of The Sports Entertainment Corporation.”

Thunderbolt nodded, continuing seamlessly, “And don’t forget, folks, The Stevens Dynasty will defend their MVW Tag Team titles against their hated enemies, the formidable No Quarter. Expect fireworks in that clash!”

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” agreed Rick, leaning forward as if sharing a secret with the viewers at home. “We also have MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises taking on The Rose Warriors in a non-title match, and Victoria McGill is set for a showdown with ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki for the Women’s Division number one contender spot.”

“Also, a quick update here,” Hall narrated as the camera shifted, showing the two wrestlers now elevated in the rankings. ” Following McLean Oswald’s injury, The Working Girls will be stepping up to the number one contender’s position after their win on Saturday night over The Rose Warriors. Oswald and Harrison fall back to number two, but something tells me they’ll be fighting tooth and nail to regain that top spot.”

Jill Berg Enterprises Segment
The scene transitioned smoothly, the camera now focused on the backstage area, where the sprawling dressing room of Jill Berg Enterprises revealed itself. Victoria McGill, her towering frame dwarfed only by her determination, was caught mid-warmup, delivering precise strikes into the air.

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room swung wide, and CEO Jill Berg, flanked by an imposing security detail, stormed in. Her presence commanded immediate attention, her tailored suit sharp as the edge in her eyes.

CEO Jill Berg
Jill Berg Enterprises

“Victoria!” She didn’t raise her voice, yet it carried the weight of steel. “I trust you understand what’s at stake tonight. We need that title back where it belongs, with JBE. Tonight’s the first step.  I expect you to take care of business against Shizuko Yamazaki. No more screw-ups, do you hear me?”

Victoria McGill

McGill stopped her warm-up, muscles tensing as she stood upright to meet the gaze of her boss. There was a momentary flicker of annoyance in Tori’s eyes, quickly masked by a steely resolve. She gave a curt nod, understanding the gravity of Jill’s words.

“Understood, Jill,” Tori said with measured confidence, watching the CEO turn on her heel and stomp away, her security entourage in lockstep behind her.

As the door closed with a definitive thud, McGill turned back to her locker, her expression betraying a cocktail of pressure and determination. This was more than just a match; it was a directive from the top. And Tori McGill intended to deliver.

MATCH #1-WOMEN’S DIVISION #1 CONTENDER’S MATCH: Victoria McGill vs. ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki

The electric buzz of the near-capacity CEFCU Arena swelled as Thunderbolt Smith’s deep, resonant voice boomed through the PA system. “Let’s send it to the ring where the lovely Heather Cooper awaits!”

Underneath the bright, glaring lights, Heather Cooper stood poised in the center of the squared circle, microphone in hand, and a sultry smile on her face that could melt steel. “This match is scheduled for…” She paused, allowing the eager crowd to chime in with their thunderous response, “ONE FALL!”

“Confirmed,” Heather continued, her voice flowing like honey over the uproar. “And it is for the number one contender’s spot!” The anticipation was palpable, each fan on the edge of their seat.

“Introducing first,” she began, as the opening strains of One OK Rock’s “Clock Strikes” electrified the air, “from Osaka, Japan, ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki!”

‘The Shadow Warrior’
Shizuko Yamazaki

The diminutive but fierce Yamazaki burst onto the stage, her presence engulfing the arena despite her size. Her eyes were two pools of focus, and she snapped off a couple of spinning heel kicks to showcase her martial arts background, eliciting cheers from the audience.

Heather waited for the applause to die down before she continued, her tone shifting to underscore the importance of what was coming next. “And her opponent…”

The mood instantly changed as CEO Jill Berg emerged, her sharp features set in a mask of cold determination, her security detail flanking her like sentinels of commerce.

They paved the way for the ominous figure of Prisoner #034291, whose every step seemed to pound out an unspoken threat.

“Accompanied by CEO Jill Berg and Prisoner #034291,” Heather intoned, “from Killeen, Texas, she is the former two-time MVW Women’s Champion—Victoria McGill!”

“Twisted Ambition” by Samantha Fish echoed through the arena, the guitar riffs rippling across the crowd like a shockwave. Tori strode out with purpose, her eyes locked on the ring, her body language screaming intensity. She was power personified, her tall frame exuding the confidence demanded by her CEO just moments ago backstage.

Referee Justine Mills signaled for the bell, and without missing a beat, McGill charged. She closed the distance and delivered a brutal clubbing blow to Yamazaki’s back. The Shadow Warrior staggered under the impact, yet her warrior spirit remained undaunted. With agile grace, she countered with a hip toss, sending McGill tumbling to the mat. The crowd roared their approval as Yamazaki moved into position, ready to capitalize.

But McGill was not one to be easily subdued. She surged back to her feet, fire in her eyes. She snatched Yamazaki up, looking to finish early with a devastating powerbomb. However, Yamazaki had other plans—a nimble flip sent McGill crashing back-first onto the canvas. A quick cover… one, but no, McGill powered out.

Undeterred, Yamazaki struck fast with a knee to McGill’s chin, dropping the Texan giantess. She hooked the leg for another pin attempt, but again, only a count of one as Victoria kicked out, her resolve hardening.

McGill’s retaliation was swift, seizing Yamazaki and hurling her over the top rope with a mighty body slam. The crowd gasped as Yamazaki hit the floor with a thud, taking a moment to regain her bearings.

Yamazaki didn’t allow herself to be grounded for long, sliding back into the ring to confront her adversary once more. This time she latched onto McGill with a front facelock, wrenching it in tight. The arena’s collective breath hitched as McGill stretched desperately for the ropes, finally clasping them to force the break.

Both warriors, weary yet unyielding, exchanged blows in a display of pure competitive fervor. Yamazaki dashed off the ropes and caught McGill flush with a boot to the face, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Dragging her foe to the center of the ring, Yamazaki displayed her strength by lifting McGill and dropping her squarely on her shoulders.

The referee dove into position, slapping the mat once, twice, but at the last instant, McGill’s shoulder shot up.  Yamazaki, with the agility of a panther, executed a flawless hip toss that sent McGill crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted as she went for the cover, but McGill’s resilience shone through as she kicked out at two.

“Yamazaki is giving it her all, but Tori just won’t stay down!” Thunderbolt Smith exclaimed, his voice echoing the excitement of the thronging fans.

Shizuko’s onslaught continued. She was relentless, moving like quicksilver, striking with precision. But the tide began to turn as McGill mustered the strength to deliver a devastating powerbomb that rattled the ring. Yet, Yamazaki’s warrior spirit was undeterred; she kicked out just before the three-count, much to the dismay of Jill Berg and Prisoner #034291, who watched from ringside with cold detachment.

McGill then harnessed her raw power, lifting Yamazaki for a DDT and spiking her opponent to the mat with such force that the sound reverberated throughout the arena. Heather Cooper leaned forward, microphone in hand, ready to announce the outcome as McGill hooked the leg for the pin.

“One… two… three!”

The bell’s chime signaled the end of an epic struggle. Victoria McGill had triumphed. Heather’s voice rang clear, “Your winner, at 10 minutes and 35 seconds, Victoria McGill!”

Jill Berg entered the ring with a calculating gaze, while Prisoner #034291 loomed over the scene, an ominous presence. McGill, although victorious, seemed more relieved than celebratory, her chest heaving as she absorbed the gravity of her win.

“Victoria McGill looking mighty relieved there,” Thunderbolt noted as the camera zoomed in on her exhausted face. “She knew she was in for a fight tonight.”

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt. And what a match it was,” his co-commentator added.

“Let’s take our first commercial break of the night,” Thunderbolt announced. “But don’t go anywhere, folks—we’ll be right back with more Wrestling Night in the Heartland action!”

High Octane Wrestling

Kellie Burkowski Interviews No Quarter
Returning from the break, Kellie Burkowski stood backstage with a determined Bracken Krueger and Daryn Thompson, the formidable duo known as No Quarter. Kellie’s bright blue eyes captured the intensity between them as they discussed their upcoming battle.

“Bracken, Daryn, you have a tough challenge ahead against The Stevens Dynasty. Your thoughts?” Kellie asked, directing her mic toward Krueger.

“Enough is enough. Cary Stevens and his boys are gonna get what’s coming to them,” Krueger growled, his voice rough like gravel. “They ran their mouths, now they’re gonna pay.”

“Bo and George Stevens better come out a-swinging,” Thompson chimed in, her Texan tone laced with assurance. “No quarter will be given tonight. They cheated to get those titles, but we are better than that.”

Kellie nodded, absorbing the conviction in their words. “It sounds like it’s going to be an explosive encounter. Back to you, Thunderbolt.”

The camera panned back to the ring, the audience buzzing with anticipation for the next clash of titans on this unforgettable night of wrestling spectacle.

Corporate Sports Programming Nation Interviews ‘The Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R
The scene opened with the opulent interior of the Sports Entertainment Corporation’s dressing room, the air thick with anticipation and the heady scent of liniment. CSPN cameras rolled, capturing every moment as ‘The Sports Entertainment Genius’ and sometimes ‘Raconteur of Road Rage’ Triple R, stood by Luke Woods, who was shadowboxing in preparation for his title match.

Luke Woods, ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R, and
‘The Mouthpiece of the SEC’ Phil Finebaum

“Tonight, Luke Woods faces off against Bill Dickinson,” CSPN’s Rebecca Morris began, turning towards the camera with a poised smile. “Triple R, your protege is about to step into one of the biggest matches of his career. Your thoughts?”

“Rebecca, it’s simple,” Triple R responded, his voice dripping with confidence. “The SEC only recruits the best NIL talent, and Luke here is the crème de la crème. Bill Dickinson? He’s tough, but he ain’t SEC material.”

Phil Finebaum cut in, smirking with an air of superiority that could only belong to the mouthpiece of the SEC. “Let me tell you something. The SEC is elite. Not just anyone can join us. And tonight, Dickinson won’t stand a chance. The SEC is where the power lies, and Luke Woods will prove that when he ends Dickinson’s run.”

“Absolutely,” Triple R agreed, clapping Woods on the shoulder. “It’s the end of the road for Dickinson.”


Back at ringside, Thunderbolt Smith’s voice echoed through the arena, “And now, let’s get back to the action!”

MATCH #2-NON-TITLE: Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises vs. The Rose Warriors
Heather Cooper stood center-ring, mic in hand, her brown eyes sparkling under the bright lights. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring…” Her sultry voice teased the crowd before the familiar strains of “Theme from Xena Warrior Princess” heralded the arrival of Geena the Warrior Princess and Eliza Rose, The Rose Warriors.

The Rose Warriors:
Geena the Warrior Princess and Eliza Rose

The crowd roared their approval as the duo sprinted down the ramp, high-fiving fans along the barricade. They slid into the ring, their faces set with determination.

Then came the entrance of Jill Berg Enterprises. First, Jill Berg herself strutted down the ramp, her entourage of security detail flanking her. She was followed by her champions—’Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller—as “Killer” by Fist reverberated through the arena. Their expressions were all business, exuding the confidence of reigning champions.

“Introducing the MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions, ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller… Jill Berg Enterprises!” Heather announced as the duo climbed into the ring to a chorus of boos mixed with admiration.

Referee Bailey Jenkins signaled for the bell, and the match was underway. Carrigan locked up with Geena, quickly overpowering her with a body slam that made the mat shudder. But the tide turned as Geena managed to tag in Eliza, and together they cornered Carrigan, unleashing a flurry of teamwork that had the champion reeling.

Carrigan displayed her resilience, battling out of the corner, but Geena was relentless, taking her down once more with a well-executed takedown. The audience gasped and cheered in equal measure as the back-and-forth continued.

Madison Miller got the tag, and she leaped into action, double-teaming Geena with Carrigan in a display of tactical prowess. Carrigan exited, leaving Miller to face Geena alone.

But Geena wasn’t down for long; she caught Miller off guard with a powerful body slam that sent the champion tumbling out of the ring and onto the arena floor.

The crowd erupted as Geena stood tall in the ring, her warrior spirit on full display, while Madison Miller regrouped on the outside, the tension building with every passing moment in this clash of titans.

Eliza Rose’s boots hit the mat with authority as she tagged in, her energy palpable. Both she and Geena pursued Madison Miller, who scrambled back under the ropes with urgency, her eyes wide as she sought refuge within the squared circle. The crowd roared their approval when Eliza executed a textbook hiptoss on Madison, showcasing her technical prowess.

“Eliza Rose showing why she’s one of the best pure wrestlers in MVW,” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice resonated through the arena as he provided commentary on the action.

Madison and Eliza grappled fiercely, exchanging holds and counters in a ballet of physical chess. Suddenly, Madison reversed an Irish whip, sending Eliza tumbling over the top rope and onto the floor. Without missing a beat, Madison followed, driving vicious knees into Eliza’s midsection before rolling back inside to avoid the count-out.

The chaos outside the ring intensified as Jill Berg, flanked by her intimidating enforcer, Prisoner #034291, made her way down the ramp. Their presence alone seemed to stir up a storm of discord, and the audience could sense a shift in the atmosphere.

“Look out now,” Thunderbolt warned as Eliza fought valiantly to return to the ring. In her haste, she collided with referee Bailey Jenkins, sending her crashing to the canvas. The accident was like a spark to a powder keg—and all hell broke loose.

Carrigan, Berg, and the monstrous Prisoner #034291 swarmed the ring, joining the fray. From the opposite side, Geena charged in, fists flying, trying to even the odds. The melee reached fever pitch when Prisoner #034291 found a board from somewhere under the ring, wielding it like a club and striking Eliza with a sickening thud. With one powerful throw, she cast her out of the ring again, leaving the crowd gasping in shock.

“Total bedlam here at CEFCU Arena!” shouted Thunderbolt, his usually calm demeanor giving way to the excitement of the moment.

Jenkins stirred, her presence suddenly reasserting order as the combatants hesitated, unsure of the match’s status. Carrigan received the tag and immediately felt the force of Geena’s knees, dropping her to the mat. Madison charged, intent on capitalizing, but Geena met her head-on, their brawl spilling across the ring.

“Geena not backing down an inch,” Thunderbolt noted as punches flew between the two warriors.

Finally, Carrigan and Madison managed to isolate Geena, working together with ruthless efficiency until she summoned her inner strength, delivering a massive body slam. The cover—only a one-count. Madison kicked out, but Geena was relentless, hammering her with punches.

Both women made desperate tags, bringing Eliza and Sheline back into the fray. Chops and right hands were exchanged in a flurry of strikes that echoed through the arena. Eliza managed to get the upper hand, climbing to the top rope and launching herself onto Carrigan with a devastating two-foot stomp, quickly followed by a senton. The pin attempt was close, but Carrigan powered out at two.

“Unbelievable heart shown by both competitors,” Thunderbolt marveled.

The entire ring was a maelstrom of activity; all four women clashed, each one fighting for supremacy. Carrigan spotted an opening, tagging in Madison and then leveling Eliza with a clothesline before hitting a picture-perfect Canadian Destroyer.

“Sheline Carrigan’s on fire!” exclaimed Thunderbolt.

With the momentum firmly in her favor, Madison Miller continued the assault, running the ropes and delivering a crushing knee. But the resilient Eliza dug deep and managed to escape, tagging in Geena. Madison, ever resourceful, had somehow acquired a kendo stick. She swung with precision, the bamboo stick connecting with Geena’s skull, sending her crumpling to the mat.

Confusion reigned as officials tried to restore order. Thunderbolt took this cue, his voice projecting over the bedlam, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re done with hour one! Stay tuned; we’ll be right back with more Wrestling Night in the Heartland after this!”

The camera panned across the scene: the bloodied referee and Jill Berg Enterprises standing tall amid the chaos, as the screen faded to the commercial break.

Sanctioned Violence Organization

March 22nd – Benton Civic Center / Benton, IL
March 23rd – Decatur Civic Center / Decatur, IL
March 24th – Thornton Gymnasium / Aurora, IL
March 30th – Spring Fling – Lake of the Ozarks / Lake of the Ozarks, MO
April 6th
Hastings Civic Arena / Hastings, MN
April 12th – Surf Ballroom / Clear Lake, IA
April 13th – Cedar Rapids Ice Arena / Cedar Rapids, IA
April 14th – Xtream Arena / Coralville, IA
April 19th – Platt Arena / Huntington, IN
April 20th – War Memorial Coliseum / Fort Wayne, IN
April 23rd – Hulman Center / Terre Haute, IN

The Referee Makes Her Decision
The scene burst back to life from the commercial break, the camera panning over a chaotic landscape within the squared circle. Referee Bailey Jenkins, her face smeared with dried blood, gritted through the pain as she relayed the official decision to the poised and ever-sultry ring announcer Heather Cooper. With a solemn nod, Heather’s velvety voice filled the arena.

“Ladies and gentlemen, due to disqualification, the winners of this match at nine minutes and ten seconds… The Rose Warriors!”

In the ring, Jill Berg’s face contorted into an incensed snarl, her designer suit unable to contain the fury boiling over as she jabbed an accusatory finger at Jenkins. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and jeers, riding the wave of the announcement’s aftermath.

“The Rose Warriors win the match!” Thunderbolt exclaimed.

“Unbelievable, Thunderbolt!  Jill Berg Enterprises can’t be happy about this,” Hall’s voice boomed over the commentary.

As if on cue, Prisoner #034291, a hulking mass of malevolence, stalked towards Eliza Rose, her massive hands seizing her throat. With a monstrous heave, she sent her crashing down with a devastating two-handed choke slam. “The Corporate Predator” and her cohorts, Carrigan and Madison, seized their moment, laying into both Rose and Geena the Warrior Princess with merciless boots.

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” Thunderbolt cried out in disbelief, the tension palpable in his voice. “HERE COMES JENNIFER COLTON, AMBERLEY STANTON, AND THE WORKING GIRLS!”

Women’s Champion Jennifer Colton, Amberley Stanton, Caroline Lewis, ‘Queen Cool’ Leah Iris

Like cavalry answering a call to arms, Women’s Champion Jennifer Colton, Amberley Stanton, Caroline Lewis, and ‘Queen Cool’ Leah Iris charged down the ramp. Their arrival was met with an explosive cheer from the crowd, their feet pounding the steel as they slid into the ring, fists flying.

“Look at them go, Rick! It’s pandemonium!” Thunderbolt exclaimed, barely able to keep up with the action.

“Thunderbolt, we are witnessing a preview of what’s to come! These eight will clash at Spring Fling, September 30th!” Hall interjected, his voice rising with each word.

The brawl turned into a maelstrom of flying elbows, swift kicks, and hair-pulling as security finally made their appearance, wading through the sea of bodies to restore order. The audience roared its approval, the energy in the air electric as MVW Security separated the warring factions, the scene fading to black amidst the lingering echoes of chaos.

Kellie Interviews Cary Stevens
The energy inside the arena was electric, a definite buzz hanging in the air after what had been an absolutely wild sequence of events. Kellie Burkowski stood by with a microphone in hand, her eyes focused as she awaited her next interviewee amid the chaotic aftermath.

“Kellie Burkowski here,” she began, the camera capturing her poised composure, “and I’m joined at this moment by the patriarch of the Stevens Dynasty, Cary Stevens.”

Cary Stevens
Stevens’ Family Patriarch

The camera panned to reveal Cary, his jaw set in a firm line, his eyes blazing with intensity. He tipped his Stetson back slightly, revealing a forehead furrowed with determination.

“Kellie,” Cary’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, “No Quarter’s been runnin’ their mouths, sayin’ they want a fight. Well, they’ve gone and kicked the hornet’s nest now.”

He leaned in closer to the microphone, his southern drawl dripping with disdain. “They asked for an ass-whuppin’, and that’s exactly what the Stevens Dynasty is gonna give ’em. We don’t just dish out beatings; we serve lessons in respect. And tonight, No Quarter ain’t gonna get no quarter from us.”

With a huff of contempt, Cary turned on his heel, his cowboy boots thudding against the concrete as he stomped away, leaving Kellie to watch his retreating figure.

“Back to you, Thunderbolt and Hall,” Kellie said, passing the scene off to the commentators.

“Thanks, Kellie,” Thunderbolt Smith picked up smoothly, his voice steady and sure. “Folks, the animosity between No Quarter and The Stevens Dynasty is boiling over!”

“Thunderbolt, the tension between Jill Berg Enterprises and the Colton/Stanton/Working Girls team could also cut steel,” ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall added, his excitement barely contained. “This is what MVW is all about!”

“Let’s take a short break, folks. Don’t go anywhere!” Thunderbolt announced, signaling for the commercial transition.

SHOOT Project

Kellie Interviews MVW Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson
Moments later, the show returned from the break, and there stood Kellie again, this time with the imposing frame of ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson beside her, the MVW Champion flanked by Sunny O’Callahan, R.G. Jenkins, and Mark Hendry – The Alabama Gang.

“Bill,” Kellie queried, “you’ve had some comments about the recent actions of Adam Ellis, what are your thoughts?”

Dickinson snorted dismissively, his southern accent thick as molasses. “Adam Ellis? Mr. ‘Big-Time PRIME’ showin’ his face back in MVW oughta focus on climbin’ the ladder the right way, not takin’ shortcuts. Where was he tonight? Oh yeah, wrestlin’ early when nobody’s watchin’,” he scoffed.

“Tonight’s match, though—” Kellie tried to steer the conversation back.

“Luke Woods,” Dickinson cut in, his confidence unshakable. “He’s a promising kid, sure. Good, even. But he ain’t on my level, Kellie. Not by a long shot.” His gaze fixed somewhere beyond the camera, as if looking through time itself. “I’m gonna give him a wrestling lesson he won’t forget and walk outta here still your MVW Champion.”

Sunny O’Callahan nodded in agreement, her California accent infused with a hint of Irish brogue, while R.G. Jenkins and Mark Hendry stood stoically behind their leader, ready for whatever the evening would bring.

“Thank you, Bill,” Kellie concluded, giving the camera a knowing look as she wrapped up the interview.

“Redneck” Bill Dickinson, his presence alone commanding attention, left no doubt in anyone’s mind that he was ready for battle. The champion, his crew in tow, made their exit stage left, their sights set firmly on the night’s main event.

“Here we go!” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice boomed.  “It’s time for our first title match.  Let’s go to Heather Cooper in the ring.”

MATCH #3-MVW TAG TEAM TITLE: The Stevens Dynasty © vs. No Quarter
The sultry tones of Heather Cooper, standing poised in the center of the ring, took over with a confident smile and her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders.  The spotlight shined on her as she prepared to introduce the combatants for the evening’s high-stakes showdown.

“Introducing first,” Heather’s voice rose over the rising anticipation of the crowd, “at a combined weight of 455 pounds, the challengers… Bracken Krueger, Daryn Thompson… No Quarter!”

“Kicking and Screaming” by Blues Saracino blasted through the arena’s speakers as the imposing figure of Bracken Krueger emerged, shadowed by the technical prowess of Daryn Thompson. Their presence was met with a chorus of jeers, their heel personas embodied in every step towards the squared circle.

Once No Quarter took their place, Heather continued, her voice cutting through the dissonant clamor. “And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 679 pounds, they are the reigning, defending MVW Tag Team Champions… Bo and George Stevens… The Stevens Dynasty!”

“Ghost Riders in the Sky” enveloped the venue, heralding the arrival of the proud Texan champions. Cary Stevens led his kin, their swagger unmistakable as they made their way down the ramp amidst a mixture of cheers and boos.

Inside the ring, Bailey Jenkins, substitute referee for the ill Ron Martin who couldn’t make it to the show tonight, checked both teams, signaling for the bell to commence the bout.

The opening moments saw Bo Stevens attempt a surprise attack on Krueger, only to be met with a brutal counterattack that reverberated throughout the ring.


Bo writhed under the Lakeshore Leviathan’s onslaught until desperation allowed him an escape—an underhook transformed into a snapmare takedown, followed swiftly by a leg stretch aimed to incapacitate the giant. But Krueger’s raw power prevailed, breaking free and replying with a thunderous body slam and a series of punishing blows that sent Bo crashing to the mat.

A tag brought Daryn Thompson, the Daughter of Dust, into the fray. As Krueger pursued Bo across the ring, the Waco native managed a desperate tag to George, who entered like a Texas tornado. All four competitors clashed, the ring a maelstrom of limbs and fury, with George eventually gaining the upper hand, slamming Thompson repeatedly while Bo and Krueger continued their corner skirmish.

It wasn’t long before it whittled down to George and Thompson once more. George’s brawny right hands drove Thompson to the canvas; a vicious clothesline almost decapitated her. Yet, the resilient technician fought back, seeking a submission hold, only to have George power out with brute force. Thompson’s agility kept her one step ahead, evading George’s wrath and landing quick strikes that staggered the big man.

As fatigue set in, George tagged Bo back in, facing off against a now fresh Krueger. Bo’s speed proved crucial, allowing him to execute a precise takedown and aim for a punishing ankle lock.


Krueger struggled but ultimately reached the ropes for sanctuary.

Krueger retaliated with a solid right, prompting another exchange of partners. He and George collided in a powerhouse contest, where Krueger’s impressive body slam leveled George. The Lakeshore Leviathan then nailed the Into the Deep, but Bo’s timely intervention prevented the pinfall.

Chaos ensued, with all participants exchanging blows until Bo discovered the foreign object Cary had slyly introduced earlier. Bailey Jenkins’ sharp eyes caught the illicit act, and without hesitation, she called for the bell. The bell rang, echoing through the arena with a finality that left everyone in a brief stunned silence.

Then, confusion erupted. The Stevens Dynasty looked around bewildered, their faces a mixture of indignation and disbelief. The audience buzzed, trying to piece together the abrupt end to what was a titanic struggle between two formidable teams.

“Due to the use of an illegal foreign object,” Heather Cooper’s voice cut through the noise, her sultry tone oddly calming against the backdrop of chaos, “the referee has disqualified The Stevens Dynasty. Therefore, your winners by disqualification at 6 minutes and 13 seconds… No Quarter!”

Cary Stevens stormed up to Bailey Jenkins, his face reddening as he unleashed a verbal tirade on the referee. Jenkins, wiping the residue of the match from her brow, stood her ground, defending her call with unwavering certainty.

The Sports Entertainment Corporation Segment
Before the situation could escalate further, a familiar theme hit, and attention turned to the stage where the Sports Entertainment Corporation made their presence known. Triple R led the charge alongside Phil Finebaum, Luke Woods, The Alabama Kid, and Gator Bates. Finebaum, the mouthpiece of the SEC, wasted no time taunting the Texans.

“Looks like the mighty Stevens Dynasty can’t even get through a match without resorting to shortcuts,” Finebaum sneered into the microphone, provoking jeers from the crowd.

“Y’all might be big fish in Texas, but here in MVW, the SEC runs the pond! And at Spring Fling, we’re gonna pin you for those belts!”

Cary Stevens hollered back, veins bulging in his neck, words lost in the roar of the crowd. Finebaum, unfazed, continued, “The SEC is the cream of the crop, Cary! Your faction is yesterday’s news, and soon enough, we’ll drape those tag team belts over our shoulders.”

Triple R stepped forward, adding his own brand of intimidation, “And let’s not forget about tonight. Luke Woods will dethrone ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson and bring the MVW Championship to the SEC!”

After dropping their verbal bombs, the SEC made their exit, leaving the ring area to the sounds of boos and the occasional thrown popcorn bag. Thunderbolt Smith smoothly transitioned, “We’ve got the main event coming up right after these commercial messages.”

March 22nd – Benton Civic Center / Benton, IL
March 23rd – Decatur Civic Center / Decatur, IL
March 24th – Thornton Gymnasium / Aurora, IL
March 30th – Spring Fling – Lake of the Ozarks / Lake of the Ozarks, MO
April 6th
Hastings Civic Arena / Hastings, MN
April 12th – Surf Ballroom / Clear Lake, IA
April 13th – Cedar Rapids Ice Arena / Cedar Rapids, IA
April 14th – Xtream Arena / Coralville, IA
April 19th – Platt Arena / Huntington, IN
April 20th – War Memorial Coliseum / Fort Wayne, IN
April 23rd – Hulman Center / Terre Haute, IN

Jill Berg Enterprises Dressing Room
Inside the executive dressing room of Jill Berg Enterprises, the mood was as icy as the air conditioning blasting against the steel walls. Jill Berg, the self-proclaimed ‘Corporate Predator,’ fixed Victoria McGill with a piercing glare that could have melted steel.

“Over ten minutes, Tori? Ten minutes!” Jill’s voice was laced with scorn as she paced before Victoria. “You should have demolished Yamazaki in half that time.”

Victoria stood motionless, absorbing the criticism with a stoic expression. Yet, there was the faintest quiver of tension along her jawline.

“Your priorities are out of line, chasing after HOW’s Drew Mitchell when you should be focused on domination!” Jill admonished, her words sharp and cutting.

Suddenly, Victoria snapped, “I haven’t spoken to Drew in weeks!”

“Good,” Jill retorted sharply, “because Felicia LaBarbara is nipping at your heels, and if you don’t sharpen up, she’ll take your place.”

The camera zoomed in on Victoria’s face, capturing every nuance of her fury as her eyes blazed with an inner fire that threatened to engulf everything in its path. The scene faded to black with Victoria’s seething anger hanging thickly in the air.

“Alright folks,” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice boomed over the excited chatter of the crowd, cutting through the tension like a knife. “What a night we’ve had here at MVW! Victoria McGill clinched victory over Shizuko Yamazaki in a heated bout, and The Rose Warriors claimed an upset over Jill Berg Enterprises in a controversial disqualification.”

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall chimed in, his tone as electric as the atmosphere in the arena. “And let’s not forget No Quarter standing tall after that DQ win against the reigning champs The Stevens Dynasty—though the belts stay with the Texans tonight.”

“Indeed, but now it’s time for the main event,” Thunderbolt continued, the anticipation palpable in his steady voice. He turned towards the ring, where Heather Cooper stood, microphone in hand, ready to energize the crowd once more.

MAIN EVENT-MVW TITLE MATCH: ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson w/Sunny O’Callahan vs. Luke Woods w/The SEC
“Please welcome to the ring,” Heather’s sultry voice echoed, commanding attention, “accompanied by ‘The Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R and the ‘Mouthpiece of the SEC’ Phil Finebaum, he is the challenger… weighing in at 200 pounds, from St. Louis, Missouri, Luke Woods!”

The arena buzzed as generic upbeat music thumped through the speakers. Luke Woods strutted down the aisle with a cocksure swagger, flanked by Triple R and Finebaum, who wore smirks as if victory was already in the bag. The crowd showered them with a cascade of boos, the energy in the building crackling like a live wire.

“And his opponent,” Heather continued, the crowd hanging on her every word, “accompanied by Sunny O’Callahan, hailing from Troy, Alabama, weighing in at a solid 330 pounds, he is your reigning MVW Champion… ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson!”

“Unapologetically Country as Hell” blasted through the arena, and the fans erupted into a cacophony of cheers and rebel yells. Dickinson marched to the ring with purpose, the gold championship belt glinting around his waist, a symbol of the 578 days he had reigned supreme. Sunny O’Callahan trailed behind him, her Southern rock-inspired outfit drawing eyes just as much as the champion himself.

“Can Dickinson continue his record-setting title reign?” Hall asked, leaning forward in his seat. “We’re about to find out.”

The match ended with Dickinson lying prone outside the ring, his body splayed across the floor.

“Bill Dickinson was counted out!” Thunderbolt exclaimed.  “Luke Woods is the winner of the match!”

Hall’s voice rose with excitement, “Thunderbolt, Luke Woods threw Dickinson over the top rope to the floor!  Dickinson clawed his way back to his feet only to be met by Woods, who leaped from the ring apron and sent a double ax-handle crashing onto the top of his head. Then, showcasing his technical acumen, Woods wrapped his arms around Dickinson’s limb, locking in the Arm Octopus Hold on the floor.


Woods was aware of the count… released the submission just in time… and rolled back into the ring, beating the referee’s count.”

“Luke Woods wins the match,” Thunderbolt declared solemnly, “but remember folks, titles can’t change hands on a count-out. ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson remains the MVW Champion!”

As the show reached its climax, the camera panned to Sunny O’Callahan as she checked on Dickinson. The Alabama Gang’s R.G. Jenkins and Mark Hendry also huddled around their leader, their solidarity unwavering even in this moment of vulnerability.

“Stay tuned for more heart-pounding action next week,” Thunderbolt signed off, while ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson lay surrounded by his allies, the image fading to black.

-WOMEN’S #1 CONTENDER’S MATCH: Victoria McGill defeated ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki at 10:35
-NON-TITLE: The Rose Warriors defeated MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises via DQ at 9:10
-MVW MEN’S TAG TEAM TITLE: No Quarter defeated The Stevens Dynasty © via DQ at 6:13- The Stevens Dynasty retains the titles.
-MVW TITLE MATCH: Luke Woods of the SEC defeated ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson via count-out at 6:53- Dickinson retains the title.

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