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3/3-MVW’s Six-O-Five

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Missouri Valley Wrestling’s Six-O-Five
Taped Last Night at Del 5ive Event Center in Emporium, KS
Sunday March 3rd, 2024

Announcers: Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall
Backstage Interviewer: Kellie Burkowski
Ring Announcer: Heather Cooper

Opening:
The roar of the crowd swelled like a tempest as Thunderbolt Smith’s steady voice pierced through the excitement, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MVW’s Six-O-Five show, coming to you LIVE from the Del 5ive Event Center in the heartland of Emporium, Kansas!”

“Long Haul” Rick Hall couldn’t contain his enthusiasm, almost jumping out of his seat, “Thunderbolt, tonight is going to be nothing short of spectacular! We’ve got promotion battles that’ll have you on the edge of your seats!”

Thunderbolt nodded, his composure the perfect foil to Hall’s fervor, “Indeed, we’re kicking things off with two high-stakes ‘promotion/relegation matches’. In our Women’s Heartland Division, number five ranked Tammie Hardy will take to the skies against the ground-and-pound style of non-division contender Allison Chambers.”

“High flying vs. high impact, Thunderbolt,” Hall added, leaning into his microphone, “And for the men, Captain Jack sails in to defend his rank against the mechanical menace, Ultratron-6.1. There’s more than pride on the line here.”

“Absolutely, and let’s not forget the colossal top contender matches. For the Men’s Tag Team, it’s The Alabama Gang, those brawlers with a bite as venomous as a rattlesnake, squaring off against the wave-riding, high-flying Surf Express Bro. It’s gonna be a clash of styles like no other!”

“Then there’s the technical prowess of Luke Woods taking on Ricky Stevens in what promises to be a master class in mat wrestling,” Thunderbolt continued, setting the stage with his signature precision.

“Let’s cut to the ring for the first match!” declared Hall, the anticipation crackling in his voice like static before a storm.

MATCH #1 WINNER-#5 WOMEN’S HEARTLAND DIVISION: #5 Tammie Hardy vs. (Non-Division) Allison Chambers
The camera panned over the sea of cheering fans, their faces painted with excitement, as the spotlight hit the squared circle. The buzz of the arena was electric, each fan eager for the drama of physical storytelling that only MVW could deliver. In the ring stood Heather Cooper, microphone in hand, ready to introduce the gladiators about to do battle in a dance of athleticism and raw power.

In the spirit of old-school professional wrestling television shows, the narrative focused on the grandeur of the event, the legacy of competition, and the larger-than-life characters about to put it all on the line. The scene was set, the players were ready, and the next chapter of MVW’s storied history was about to unfold under the bright lights of Emporium, Kansas.

Amid the roars of an impassioned crowd, Heather Cooper’s voice sliced through the din like a hot knife through butter. “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, from South Padre Island, Texas, Tammie Hardy!” Her announcement boomed across the Del 5ive Event Center as Tammie bounded into the ring, her eyes locked onto the task at hand.

“Her opponent,” Heather continued, her sultry tone capturing every ear, “Allison Chambers!”

The bell clanged its war cry, signaling the start of a match that was about to spill over with high stakes and higher tensions. Like two forces of nature colliding, Tammie and Allison engaged in a fierce lock-up before spilling outside the ropes, their bodies crashing against the unforgiving floor of Emporium’s wrestling coliseum.

Allison, with a snarl etched upon her face, found herself hurtled towards the steel steps with a force that echoed throughout the arena. But before she could recover, Tammie took flight, launching herself in a suicide dive that sent them both tumbling amid gasps and cheers from the ringside faithful.

Back in the squared circle, Tammie had seized control, her every move a testament to her aerial prowess. Her running knees drove into Allison with a resounding impact, eliciting a wave of excitement from the crowd that rode each count of the referee’s hand. Not content with just one assault, Tammie ascended the turnbuckle, ready to unleash her signature Shooting Star Press.

But fate had other plans. In a stunning reversal of fortune, Allison rose, her heel persona in full display, and countered with a vicious strike, cutting off Tammie’s ascent and leaving her perched vulnerably atop the turnbuckle. With a glint of triumph in her eye, Allison executed a devastating Vertical DDT, planting Tammie onto the mat with a thud that reverberated through the hearts of every spectator.

“One! Two! Three!” The referee’s hand hit the canvas for the third time, sealing Tammie’s fate. The crowd erupted as Allison Chambers stood victorious, now promoted to the Women’s Heartland Division while Tammie Hardy faced the somber reality of relegation.

WINNER AND NOW THE #5 CONTENDER IN THE WOMEN’S HEARTLAND DIVISION: Allison Chambers

Kellie Burkowski Interviews Allison Chambers
As the dust settled and the adrenaline subsided, Kellie Burkowski entered the ring, microphone in hand, her blonde hair shimmering under the lights. “Allison Chambers,” she began, her voice steady and clear, “congratulations on your victory. How does it feel to be a part of the Women’s Heartland Division?”

Breathing heavily, Allison leaned in, her words a mix of grace and grit. “First off, hats off to Tammie Hardy. She’s a hell of a competitor,” she said, nodding respectfully towards her fallen opponent. “But tonight was my night, and I’m thrilled. Being in the Heartland Division is where I belong, and I’m gonna show everyone what Allison Chambers is all about.”

Kellie nodded, capturing the raw emotion of the moment as Allison’s fiery determination shone through. The interview concluded, and the next act of MVW’s Six-O-Five show loomed on the horizon, ready to unfold in the storied ring of professional wrestling lore.

MATCH #2-WINNER-#5 MEN’S HEARTLAND DIVISION: #5 Captain Jack vs. (Non-Division) Ultratron-6.1
The Del 5ive Event Center’s energy was palpable as the vignette faded, and Thunderbolt Smith’s voice boomed over the PA system. “Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Jack faces his greatest challenge in two nights,” he announced with a gravitas that captured the crowd’s attention. Beside him, ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall added, “He’s got a date with destiny against Jace Parker Davidson, but first, he must sail through stormy waters named Ultratron-6.1!”

As Heather Cooper’s sultry tone took over for the introductions, the arena lights dimmed, casting an ominous glow. “Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Kabal of Really Awful People, The New Age Cybertronic Criminally Insane Rogue Sentient Robot Wrestling Machine” — she paused, allowing for dramatic effect — “Ultratron-6.1!”

Boos echoed off the walls as the mechanical menace stomped down the aisle, flanked by his dastardly cohorts, each one sneering at the jeering fans.

“His opponent,” Heather continued, her voice rising above the crescendo of excitement, “the swashbuckling scallywag, Captain Jack!”

Cue ‘Captain Jack’ by Billy Joel, and the Del 5ive erupted in cheers. The Captain emerged, flamboyantly waving his pirate hat to the crowd, with the ever-loyal Elizabeth Swayne by his side. His eyes were set on the ring, glinting with both anticipation and wariness.

The bell rang, and they circled each other, Jack’s every move exuding showmanship, while Ultratron-6.1 calculated with cold precision. Captain Jack lunged with an array of chops and jabs, hoping to catch the robotic wrestler off guard. Yet, Ultratron absorbed the blows, his inner circuits seemingly adapting to the Captain’s style.

“Captain Jack is trying to set sail here, but Ultratron-6.1 is built like a tank!” exclaimed Thunderbolt, as the tides turned. Ultratron lashed out with a metallic fury, cornering Jack with a barrage of hard-hitting moves.

“Looks like Ultratron-6.1 has downloaded the Captain’s playbook,” Hall chimed in, unable to hide his excitement. The rogue machine then hoisted Jack into the air and brought him crashing down with ‘The Disintegrator’, his signature maneuver that had sealed the fate of many before.

Elizabeth Swayne, sensing defeat, climbed onto the apron, her face a mask of desperation. But ‘Defective’ Marty Pratt interjected, snatching her by the arm and pulling her back, denying any chance of salvation for her captain.

“Cover! One… two… three!” The referee’s hand hit the mat, and the bell tolled. Ultratron-6.1 rose, victorious, a new terror in the Men’s Heartland Division, while Captain Jack lay defeated, relegated to the non-division depths. The crowd’s emotions were mixed—fear at Ultratron’s ascent and sympathy for their fallen hero.

WINNER AND NOW THE #5 CONTENDER IN THE MEN’S HEARTLAND DIVISION: Ultratron-6.1

“Ultratron-6.1 has done it, Rick! He’s marching into the Heartland Division, and poor Captain Jack… he’s been cast adrift,” said Thunderbolt, his voice tinged with a hint of sorrow.

“Brutal seas ahead for Captain Jack,” agreed Hall, shaking his head. “But you can bet this isn’t the last we’ve seen of him.”

As Ultratron-6.1 and his vile crew exited with menacing triumph, Captain Jack, helped by Elizabeth, found his feet. He raised his hat to the crowd, vowing silently that this setback was but a temporary squall in the vast ocean of his career.

“Fans, we’ve just witnessed a seismic shift in the Heartland Division,” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice resounded through the Del 5ive Event Center as the camera panned back to the announce table. “But now, let’s turn our attention to another warrior who’s been battling his own personal demons – Adam Ellis.”

Adam Ellis Vignette
“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” chimed in ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall, his tone serious yet tinged with excitement. “After that brutal attack by ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson, Adam’s had to regroup. And with Dawn McGill now in his corner, he’s looking to bounce back big time this Tuesday night.”

The screen briefly flickered to show clips of Adam Ellis, face etched with determination, training under the watchful eye of the formidable Dawn McGill.

“Talk about a powerhouse pairing,” Hall added before the vignette faded and the scene shifted back to the ring.

MATCH #3-#2 vs. #3-MEN’S TAG TEAM: #2 The Alabama Gang vs. #3 Surf Express Bro
“Please welcome… Surf Express Bro!” Heather Cooper’s announcement sparked a wave of cheers as Bowie Abrams and Bradlee Nelson bounded down the aisle, their youthful energy infectious, high-fiving fans along the way. Poison’s ‘Nothin’ Like a Good Time’ blared over the speakers, perfectly encapsulating the carefree vibe of the duo from Pocatello.

“Fresh-faced and fearless,” observed Thunderbolt as the pair slid under the bottom rope, ready to tackle whatever challenge lay ahead.

No sooner had the upbeat tempo died down than Chris Janson’s “White Trash” hit, signaling the entrance of The Alabama Gang. R.G. Jenkins and Mark Hendry, flanked by the charismatic Sunny O’Callahan, exuded a wild, untamed presence, reminiscent of renegade 1970’S Southern rockers. Their march to the ring was methodical, eyes fixated on the young upstarts already circling inside.

“An irresistible force meets an immovable object tonight,” Thunderbolt declared as the two teams eyed each other across the canvas battlefield.

As the bell rang, the action exploded into life. Bowie Abrams launched himself at Jenkins like a missile, twisting in mid-air to deliver a textbook hurricanrana that sent Jenkins tumbling. The crowd roared in approval while chaos ensued, all four combatants clashing in a whirlwind of limbs.

“Surf Express bringing that high-octane offense early on,” Hall shouted as the standoff loomed, each wrestler poised for battle.

Hendry and Nelson squared off, the air crackling with intensity. Abrams tagged in, soaring over the ropes to meet Hendry with a crossbody—only good for a two-count. Hendry grunted, pushing Abrams off and rising to his feet. But Abrams was unrelenting, connecting with a quick arm drag before Nelson came back with a hard-hitting clothesline, nearly decapitating Hendry.

“Surf Express Bro showing they can mix it up with the brawlers!” exclaimed Thunderbolt as Jenkins rushed in, fists flying.

Abrams and Nelson worked in tandem, their fluid movements a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble style of The Alabama Gang. Suddenly, all four men were in the center of the ring again, a tense moment of stand-off, the anticipation building among the raucous Kansas crowd.

“Fans, strap in,” Hall warned with a grin. “This is MVW’s Six-O-Five, where anything can happen, and usually does!”

The tension in the ring was palpable, each team sizing up the other, waiting for the next opportunity to strike and prove their dominance in this classic confrontation of styles.

The electrified Emporium crowd jumped to its feet as Bowie Abrams nailed a perfectly executed Downward Spiral on R.G. Jenkins, the sound of bodies slamming against the canvas echoing through the Del 5ive Event Center. Both men were down, their chests heaving in exhaustion, but their spirits unbroken. The fans’ anticipation built to a fever pitch as Abrams and Jenkins crawled towards their corners, desperate for a tag.

“Here we go, Thunderbolt! Fresh men coming in!” Rick Hall’s voice boomed with excitement.

Bradlee Nelson tagged in, springing over the ropes like a bolt of lightning, his youthful exuberance on full display. Jenkins, however, wasn’t about to be shown up; the brawler from Monroeville brought the fight straight to Nelson with a ferocity fueled by years of ring wars. But Surf Express Bro’s synergy was undeniable, as they caught Jenkins off-guard with a stunning Swanton/neckbreaker combination that nearly sealed the match.

“Only a two count!” Thunderbolt Smith called out, his steady voice rising with the action.

Mark Hendry, muscles bulging and eyes aflame, charged into the fray, turning the tide with the sheer force of his Alabama Slam on Abrams. The crowd gasped, sensing the end was near.

“Alabama Gang might have this one in the bag,” Hall speculated, the outcome hanging in the balance.

Suddenly, the arena’s atmosphere shifted as Dawn McGill, flanked by Adam Ellis and the Kentucky Redneck Mafia, marched down the aisle. McGill, with her steely gaze, confronted Sunny O’Callahan outside the ring. Verbal daggers flew between the two women, drawing the attention of ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson, who found himself on the receiving end of a fiery tirade from Ellis.

“Things are heating up outside the ring, but let’s not forget the war inside!” Thunderbolt reminded the viewers.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Nelson ascended the top rope with cat-like agility, launching into the Fire It Up missile dropkick that sent Jenkins crashing to the floor below. Abrams, seizing the moment, climbed to the opposite turnbuckle. With the grace of an eagle, he soared through the air, connecting with the Contact High frog splash on Hendry. The referee slid into position—One… Two… Three!

“Surf Express Bro have done it!” shouted Thunderbolt, the crowd erupting in approval.

WINNER AND NOW THE #2 CONTENDER IN THE MEN’S TAG TEAM DIVISION: Surf Express Bro

The stunned Alabama Gang could only watch as Surf Express Bro’s hands were raised in victory, their expressions a mix of fury and disbelief. As Sunny and Dawn’s altercation intensified, officials scrambled to keep them apart, the drama reaching a boiling point.

“Surf Express Bro will now face No Quarter this Tuesday night in Topeka!” Hall announced, the implications of the win dawning on everyone.

“Up next, folks, Heather Cooper is in the ring ready to introduce our main event,” Thunderbolt transitioned smoothly. “It’s Luke Woods versus Ricky Stevens, another #2 versus #3 contender’s match, with the winner set to face Adam Ellis!”

MAIN EVENT-#2 vs. #3 MEN’S DIVISION: #2 Luke Woods (The Sports Entertainment Corporation) vs. #3 Ricky Stevens (The Stevens Dynasty)
As Heather Cooper’s sultry voice filled the arena, announcing the contenders for the main event, the promise of another explosive encounter hung heavy in the air. The stage was set for yet another battle in the storied saga of MVW’s Six-O-Five show.

The Del 5ive Event Center was electric, the air thick with anticipation as Luke Woods and Ricky Stevens squared off in the center of the ring. The bell rang, signaling the start of a high-stakes main event that had fans on the edge of their seats.

“Here we go!” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice boomed through the arena as Woods and Stevens circled each other like two alpha predators. They locked up, trading holds with the fluidity of seasoned grapplers, each scoring near falls that ratcheted up the intensity.

“Stevens is going up top early,” Hall noted, his excitement palpable as Stevens scaled the turnbuckle, looking to assert dominance. But Woods was quick to react, delivering a thunderous right hand that rocked Stevens and left him teetering precariously.

“High-risk territory!” Thunderbolt exclaimed as Woods climbed up to join Stevens, setting him up for a superplex that shook the ring upon impact. The crowd roared as Woods capitalized, stomping relentlessly on Stevens before whipping him into the ropes for a devastating clothesline followed by a snap powerslam that echoed throughout the venue.

“Luke Woods is in full control now,” Hall observed as Woods, brimming with confidence, launched Stevens over the top rope. On the floor, the Sports Entertainment Corporation faction swarmed, laying into Stevens with a viciousness that bordered on cruelty.

“Come on, get them back in the ring!” Thunderbolt implored as Cary Stevens, concerned for his brother, rushed to intervene, only to be met with a brutal slam onto the unforgiving concrete by Woods.

“Luke Woods showing why he’s one of the most feared young competitors in MVW,” Hall remarked as Woods dragged Ricky Stevens back into the ring, hitting him with a draping DDT that left Stevens sprawled on the canvas. Woods signaled to the crowd, wrapping his arms around Stevens’ neck, preparing to cinch in the Arm Octopus Hold.

“Stevens desperately fighting it!” Thunderbolt called out as Stevens managed to block the hold and counter with a post to Woods. Not to be denied, Stevens ascended once more, connecting with a breathtaking rolling Blockbuster for a near fall. The tension was palpable as he set up for his finisher, Dead and Buried.

“Could this be it?” Hall mused.

But in a stunning reversal, Woods blocked the attempt, transitioning seamlessly into the Arm Octopus Hold. Dru Danes charged down the aisle, attempting to save Stevens, but Phil Feinbaum was there, grabbing her leg and thwarting the intervention.

“Feinbaum’s interference could be the difference,” Thunderbolt lamented as Woods tightened his grip, and the referee slid into position—One… Two… Three!

“Luke Woods retains the #2 ranking!” Hall declared triumphantly.

WINNER AND STILL #2 CONTENDER IN THE MEN’S DIVISION: Luke Woods

In the aftermath, Woods stood tall, victorious, as Thunderbolt and Hall wrapped up the night’s electrifying action. “What a show, folks! And remember, Woods will face Adam Ellis this Tuesday night in Topeka!” Thunderbolt’s voice faded as the screen filled with the MVW logo, signaling the end of another unforgettable Six-O-Five show.

RESULTS:
-Allison Chambers defeated Tammie Hardy- Chambers is promoted to the Women’s Heartland Division; Hardy is relegated out.
-Ultratron-6.1 defeated Captain Jack- Ultratron-6.1 is promoted to the Men’s Heartland Division; Captain Jack is relegated out.
-Surf Express Bro defeated The Alabama Gang in a Men’s Tag Team Division #2 vs. #3 contender’s match
-Luke Woods defeated Ricky Stevens in a Men’s Division #2 vs. #3 contender’s match

TUESDAY NIGHT– Landon Arena / Topeka, KS
-#2 vs. #3-WOMEN’S TAG TEAM DIVISION: #2 The Hanson Sisters vs. #3 The Working Girls
#2 vs. #3-WOMEN’S DIVISION: #2 Shizuko Yamazaki vs. #3 Yosemite Samantha
-WOMEN’S HEARTLAND TITLE: Kirsten Canfield vs. #1 Debbie the Destroyer
-MEN’S HEARTLAND TITLE: Absolute Zero © vs. #1
J.J. Bittinger
-#1 CONTENDER’S MATCH-MEN’S TAG TEAM: #1 No Quarter vs. #2 Surf Express Bro
-#1 CONTENDER’S MATCH-MEN’S DIVISION: #1 Adam Ellis vs. #2 Luke Woods
-NON-TITLE: Men’s Tag Team Champion The Stevens Dynasty vs. #3 The Alabama Gang
-NON-TITLE: Men’s Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson vs. #3 Ricky Stevens
-WOMEN’S TAG TEAM TITLE: Jill Berg Enterprises © vs. #1 Laney Harrison/McLean Oswald
-HOW LSD TITLE: Jace Parker Davidson © vs. Captain Jack
-WOMEN’S TITLE: Victoria McGill © vs. #1 Jennifer Colton

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