5/7-Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv


Missouri Valley Wrestling
Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv
Charles Koch Arena
Wichita, Kansas
Tuesday May 7th, 2024

Announcers: Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall

Backstage Interviewer: Kellie Burkowski

Ring Announcer: Heather Cooper


Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall welcome everyone to the Charles Koch Arena in Wichita, Kansas for tonight’s live edition of Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv.

Thunderbolt and Hall preview tonight’s show:

Women’s Division #2 vs. #3 Contender’s match: Victoria McGill of The Queens of Desire vs. Amberley Stanton
-Two women with a history of animosity will face each other. Stanton still holds a grudge against McGill for using a foreign object to knock her out during the Carmondy Cup finals. Meanwhile, McGill has recently been fired from Jill Berg Enterprises and has joined her mother’s new group, The Queens of Desire.

Men’s Tag Team #1 Contender’s Match: No Quarter (Bracken Krueger/Daryn Thompson) vs. The Sports Entertainment Corporation (The Alabama Kid/Gator Bates)
-Krueger and Thompson face off against the formidable The SEC in their quest for the MVW Tag Team Championship. No Quarter is hoping for another shot at the reigning champions, The Stevens Dynasty. The SEC, who recently won the MVW title through Luke Woods, have expressed their determination to add another championship to their collection.

Men’s #1 Contender’s Match: ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson vs. Ricky Stevens of the Stevens Dynasty
-Dickinson’s first big match after losing the MVW title to Luke Woods. On the other hand, Ricky Stevens has been a strong contender for the title in the past few months but has fallen short. Can Stevens secure his biggest MVW win yet by defeating the former champion? Can Dickinson bounce back from his loss and earn an immediate rematch as the first asking?

MVW Women’s Tag Team Title Match: Jill Berg Enterprises (Sheline Carrigan/Madison Miller) © vs. The Working Girls (‘Queen Cool’ Leah Iris/Caroline Lewis)
-The tag team championship is up for grabs as the Working Girls make another try at regaining the title… seven years after they won the tag belts for their first and only time. Carrigan and Miller, the current champions, are looking confident and formidable. However, they should be wary of Iris and Lewis, who have regained their championship form and should not be underestimated.

MVW Women’s Title Match: Jennifer Colton © vs. ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki
-Two weeks ago, Yamazaki defeated Tori McGill in a #1 contender’s match which led to McGill’s dismissal from Jill Berg Enterprises. The question now is whether she can win against Colton and regain the MVW Women’s Championship for the second time or whether Colton will continue her victorious streak.

Kellie Burkowski Interviews No Quarter
Backstage at the Charles Koch Arena, Kellie Burkowski stood poised, microphone in hand, her blonde hair gleaming under the harsh lighting. Her blue eyes locked onto the camera lens.

“MVW fans, I’m here with No Quarter,” she began, her voice cutting through the clamor of the Wichita crowd filtering through the corridors. “Bracken Krueger, Daryn Thompson, tonight you face The Sports Entertainment Corporation in a number one contender’s match. What’s your mindset going into this match?”

The camera swung to capture No Quarter, standing like twin pillars of determination. Thompson stepped forward first, her lean frame belying the power she wielded in the ring. The Texas Technician, with her Dallas grit shining in her eyes, sneered at the mention of her opponents.

“Kellie,” she drawled, a mocking edge to her tone, “the only script we need tonight is the one where No Quarter sends the SEC packing. This,” she gestured to the arena beyond, “isn’t about their sports entertainment. This is real, and we’re going to prove it by kicking their asses all the way back to the Southeast.”

Beside her, the colossal figure of Bracken Krueger shifted, his immense height and weight casting an intimidating shadow. The Lakeshore Leviathan, hailing from the tough streets of Chicago, Illinois, cracked his knuckles, a low rumble emanating from his chest.

“Tonight, The SEC will learn what it means when we say ‘No Quarter,'” he vowed, his deep voice resonating with a ferocity that echoed off the concrete walls. “We ain’t giving them an inch, no mercy, no retreat. They’ll be begging for quarter when we’re done with them.”

Kellie nodded. “Strong words from No Quarter. Back to you at ringside.”

The screen faded out on the determined visage of No Quarter.

Thunderbolt takes it to our first commercial break of the night.

High Octane Wrestling

Back from break, the lights dimmed as the crowd roared in anticipation as in a swirl of smoke and flashing lights, ring announcer Heather Cooper made her entrance, strutting confidently down the ramp towards the ring. Her toned muscles glistened under the spotlights, accentuated by the black leather crop top, matching shorts that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a pair of black heels. Heather climbed into the ring to do the introductions for the night’s first match.

MATCH #1-Women’s Division #2 vs. #3 Contender’s match: Victoria McGill of The Queens of Desire vs. Amberley Stanton
Heather brings out both contestants…

Amberley Stanton

AGE: 24 / HT: 5’ 8” WT: 100 / HOME: Seward, NE
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Technical / FIN: Stanton Sleeper
THEME MUSIC: “Since You’ve Been Gone”- Kelly Clarkson

Queens of Desire

Victoria McGill
AGE: 26 / HT: 6’ 2″ WT: 140 / HOME: Killeen, TX
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Power / FIN: Gutwrench Facebuster
THEME MUSIC: “Twisted Ambition”- Samantha Fish
With: Tammie Hardy, Savannah Smith, and Manager Dawn McGill 

-Amberley Stanton still seethes over the way Tori McGill beat her for the Carmondy Cup six months ago.  -Victoria McGill looks to bounce back from a disappointing loss to Shizuko Yamazaki that cost her the #1 contender’s spot.
-This match is important for position in the rankings as the next round of contender’s matches start up this weekend.

RESULT: Victoria McGill wins via KO at 7:53

-That’s a huge win for Victoria. She really needed that win.

Stanton is laid out cold on the mat.

Then… it begins with an inhaled breath. Then, in a clear tone, a single note is sung. It’s the letter “I,” held like a beckoning call as the opening to Donna Summer’s epic ‘Love to Love You Baby’ plays over the PA system.

Queens of Desire Post-Match Promo
With a commanding presence, Dawn McGill saunters into the ring, flanked by her three muscular cabana boys struggling to carry a piece of opulent furniture. The crowd’s attention is transfixed on her as she gracefully climbs into the ring, her curves accentuated by a skin-tight, red halter top that leaves little to the imagination and a mini-skirt that barely reaches her thighs. The air is charged with desire and anticipation as she smirks confidently in her four-inch heels, knowing that all eyes are on her stunning figure tonight.

As if on cue, the cabana boys place a plush chaise lounger in the center of the ring and Dawn elegantly takes her seat. The trio immediately begin catering to her every whim, rubbing her shoulders, fetching drinks, and massaging her feet. With a seductive smile, Dawn gazes out at the crowd as she speaks in a sultry, dark tone.

“Tonight, we have taken care of all issues between Victoria and that Amberley Stanton girl,” Dawn said, her voice dripping with darkness and sultriness as she gazed down at Stanton who began to stir on the mat. “Amberley’s got potential but clearly she’s not on our level yet.”

Tammie Hardy and Savannah Smith, stunning in their own right, exude confidence and power as they recline beside Dawn. Their alluring outfits leave little to the imagination, with figure-hugging dresses that showcase their curves and plunging necklines that demand attention. It’s impossible to tear your eyes away from these irresistible goddesses.

As the cabana boys continue to minister to Dawn’s shoulders and perfectly manicured feet, Victoria McGill proudly declared, “I’m putting Jennifer Colton and the entire division on notice. With my mother by my side, I’m taking back my title and becoming a three-time Women’s Champion.”

Dawn purred seductively as the cabana boys continued to massage her shoulders and feet, “And this is only the beginning for The Queens of Desire. Tammie and Savannah are working tirelessly to establish cohesion as a tag team and they will take us to the Women’s Tag Team Division.”

Tammie chimed in with a throaty growl, “We’ll reign supreme in the Women’s Tag Team Division, without question.”

Savannah’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as she added, “With our irresistible looks, unparalleled skills, and unbreakable determination, we’re destined to conquer the ring.”

Dawn’s lips curl up into a seductive smile as she purrs, “Our irresistible charm and flawless figures will lead us to victory.” Her voice drips with passion and ambition, her body undulating sensually on the lounger as she sets her sights on dominating Missouri Valley Wrestling. The audience is spellbound by her alluring presence, fully aware that The Queens of Desire are a force to be reckoned with in the ring…and beyond.

Cut back to Thunderbolt and Hall.

“I’m going to need to go take a cold shower after that.”- Rick Hall

“Yeah… me too.”- Thunderbolt Hall.

And with that, it’s time to take another commercial break.


Sport Entertainment Corporation Interview
The camera panned across the sumptuously appointed dressing room, a veritable shrine to the Sports Entertainment Corporation’s unapologetic opulence. Gold and crimson accents adorned the walls, each one telling the story of the SEC’s dominance in the world of MVW. Amidst the extravagance stood Rebecca Morris, her golden hair a shining beacon amidst the luxury. She was the picture of corporate loyalty, her bright eyes reflecting the fervor of a true believer as she adjusted the microphone with a practiced hand.

“Tonight on CSPN, I have the distinct pleasure of speaking with none other than the ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R, along with the SEC’s mastermind mouthpiece, Phil Feinbaum,” Rebecca began, her voice oozing enthusiasm as she turned towards the two towering figures beside her.

Triple R, his charismatic aura filling the room, flashed a megawatt smile that could charm even the most hardened of wrestling aficionados. His muscles rippled beneath his perfectly tailored suit, a visual testament to his in-ring prowess and meticulous image. He leaned into the microphone, his deep voice resonating with the confidence of a man who knew the script was written in his favor.

“Rebecca, let’s cut to the chase,” Triple R said, locking eyes with the camera as if he were staring down his opponent. “Sports entertainment is an art form, and tonight, just like every other night, the script calls for the SEC to go over. No Quarter might as well stay in their corner because the main event has already been decided.”

Phil Feinbaum, standing just a shade behind Triple R, chimed in with his signature baritone that had become the soundtrack to the SEC’s supremacy. “It’s simple,” he asserted, punctuating each word with a pointed finger. “The SEC is the pinnacle of pro wrestling. We are the elite, and everyone knows it. Whether you’re talking about raw talent, skill, or sheer presence, there’s no faction that can hold a candle to us. Everyone who’s anyone in this business is clamoring to join our ranks.”

“Absolutely right, Phil,” Rebecca interjected, her voice tinged with fervent agreement. “And with that kind of dominance, it’s no wonder that the SEC is at the top of MVW’s food chain!”

As the interview drew to a close, the camera lingered for just a moment on Triple R and Phil Feinbaum, their expressions a mix of smug assurance and battle-ready anticipation. The message was clear: in the grand theater of MVW, the SEC remained the undisputed champions, and they intended to keep it that way.

Fade to black, the anticipation for the impending match hanging in the air like the final note of a symphony that promised more drama to come.

Thunderbolt sends it to Heather Cooper in the ring for the introductions.

MATCH #2-Men’s Tag Team #1 Contender’s Match: No Quarter (Bracken Krueger/Daryn Thompson) vs. The Sports Entertainment Corporation (The Alabama Kid/Gator Bates)
Heather introduces the two teams…

Sports Entertainment Corporation

Leader: ‘The Raconteur of Road Rage’ Triple R

AGE: 38 / HT: 6′ 0″ WT: 275 / HOME: Las Vegas, NV
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Brawler / FIN: Road Rage Rampage (Running High Knee)
SEC Mouthpiece: Phil Feinbaum
Gator Bates
AGE: 26  / HT: 6’ 3”  WT: 239  / HOME: Gainesville, FL
ALIGN: Heel  / STYLE: Power / FIN: Gator Chomp
The Alabama Kid
AGE: 27 / HT: 6’ 2”  WT: 234  / HOME: Tuscaloosa, AL
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: All-Around  / FIN: The Crimson Tide

No Quarter

Bracken Krueger
“The Lakeshore Leviathan”
AGE: 31 / HT: 6’11” WT: 290 / HOME: Chicago, Illinois
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Power / FIN: Into the Deep (over-the-shoulder Fisherman’s Driver)
Daryn Thompson
The Texas Technician, The Daughter of Dust

AGE: 29 / HT: 6’ 0” WT: 165 / HOME: Dallas, Texas
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Technical/submissionist / FIN: Legacy Lock (Anaconda vice)
THEME MUSIC: “Kicking and Screaming” – Blues Saracino

-Big test for the SEC.  Claims of the alleged scripted finish withstanding, they’ve moved up steadily in the rankings and this is their chance.
-No Quarter has been thwarted at every turn by MVW Tag Team Champions The Stevens Dynasty.  A win puts Krueger and Thompson back in the window to regain the tag belts and get major payback on Cary Stevens’s boys.

RESULT: No Quarter wins via pinfall at 1:41

-Did not expect that. That was a dominant performance by No Quarter and Bracken Krueger just overpowered Gator Bates.

In the center of the ring, the arena was filled with cheers as Krueger and Thompson basked in their victory leaving the SEC seething with anger.

‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R could barely contain his rage. His face was flushed an alarming shade of red, veins bulging in his neck as he brandished a crumpled script at Krueger. “That’s not how it was supposed to go!” he bellowed, his voice hoarse from screaming into his headset all night. “You’ve ruined everything!”

Krueger merely smirked, tossing his damp hair back in a cocky gesture.

Phil Feinbaum added his two cents. “No Quarter didn’t get the memo, Triple R!” he screamed at him. “They’ve gone into business for themselves!”

The rest of the SEC paced angrily on the outside of the ring, their frustration palpable as they watched Krueger and Thompson taunt them with every move. But their moment of triumph was short-lived.

“Ghost Riders in the Sky” suddenly echoed through the arena, the haunting melody sending shivers down spines as “STEVENS DYNASTY” flashed across the video screen. Amidst a backdrop of the undulating Texas flag, Bo, George, and Scott Stevens—tag team champions and sworn enemies of No Quarter—emerged like specters of retribution.

“Here comes trouble!” Rick Hall exclaimed.

“It’s the MVW Tag Team Champions!” Thunderbolt shouted as the crowd roared as the trio slipped into the ring, steel folding chairs gripped tight in their hands.

**BANG** **BANG** **BANG**

The chairs sang a violent chorus as they struck flesh and bone. Krueger took two brutal shots that dropped him like a stone, followed by a vicious blow to Thompson. The Stevens Dynasty had ambushed No Quarter, laying them out cold on the canvas.

“The Stevens Dynasty have just taken out No Quarter again!” Thunderbolt Smith cried out, his voice a mix of horror and excitement.

Cary Stevens, the patriarch, strode into the squared circle, his presence commanding as he directed his sons. With surgical precision, carnage ensued. George hoisted the dazed Krueger and slammed him down with a mighty Texas-Sized Slam that reverberated throughout the venue.

Scott wasn’t far behind, delivering a Toxic Sting to Thompson that left the technician writhing in agony. Meanwhile, Bo cinched in a chokehold on the mat, her arms locked around her prey with viper-like tenacity.

“Absolute devastation!” Rick Hall shouted, barely able to keep up with the chaos unfolding before him. “No Quarter is down, and I don’t think they’re getting up any time soon. The message here tonight is clear. The tag team belts belong to the Stevens Dynasty, and they’re going to fight like hell to hang on to those belts.”

The twangy defiance of “Kiss My Country Ass” tore through the arena, a rallying cry that whipped the crowd into a frenzy.

“Hold on!” Hall said, standing up in his chair.

The Redneck Mafia’s Buckshot Henderson led the charge, his burly frame barreling down the entrance ramp with Cletus T. Johnson and Enos T. Johnson flanking him, their denim and flannel a stark contrast to the sleek black gear of the Stevens Dynasty. Lillie Mae, embodying ‘The Girls in Every Country Song,’ strutted behind them, her fiery spirit igniting the audience’s excitement.

“It’s the Redneck Mafia and here they come!” Thunderbolt Smith bellowed as the trio slid under the ropes, their boots kicking up a storm.

“Business is about to pick up!” Rick Hall added, bracing for the impending melee.

The Stevens Dynasty, momentarily distracted from their beatdown of No Quarter, found themselves caught in the whirlwind of the Redneck Mafia’s sudden onslaught. The ring became a maelstrom of haymakers and body slams, with each member of the Redneck Mafia pairing off with a Stevens. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed through the arena, punctuated by the roars of the crowd.

“Look at Buckshot Henderson go toe-to-toe with Bo Stevens!” Thunderbolt pointed out, his voice tinged with awe.

“All hell has broken loose in the ring!” Rick Hall hollered, as Cletus T. Johnson and Enos T. Johnson unleashed a barrage of hard-hitting moves against George and Scott Stevens.

But Cary Stevens, ever the strategist, signaled the retreat. With a sharp whistle and a commanding gesture, he orchestrated an exit strategy for his boys. They rolled out of the ring under a hail of boos, retreating up the ramp as the Redneck Mafia stood tall in the ring, chests heaving and fists still clenched.

Cary snatched a microphone from Heather Cooper at ringside, his steely eyes scanning the capacity crowd. “Redneck Mafia, you want some? You’ll get it later tonight!” His voice was like gravel, resonating with disdain and challenge. “And No Quarter,” Cary continued, his gaze shifting to the slowly recovering Krueger and Thompson in the ring, “you think you’re tough enough to take these belts?” He patted the tag team championship belt slung over Bo’s shoulder. “You ain’t got the balls to take what’s ours. In two weeks, we’ll prove it again.”

Cary slammed the mic down and Bo and George raised their titles high, a visual promise of the clash to come.

No Quarter, battered but unbroken, glared up at their rivals, their determination unshaken despite the assault.

“Strong words from the Stevens Dynasty patriarch,” Thunderbolt declared, setting the stage for the battles ahead. “But one thing’s for sure, folks—this feud is far from over.”

Kellie Burkowski Interviews The Working Girls
Backstage, the cacophony of the arena faded into a low buzz as Kellie Burkowski stood poised with microphone in hand. The energy was palpable, a mix of anticipation and adrenaline that only a night like this could summon. She flashed her signature smile, the kind that had become familiar to the MVW faithful. Her blue eyes sparkled under the harsh lighting, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly for the camera.

“Tonight,” Kellie began, her voice steady despite the surrounding chaos, “I have the privilege of standing alongside the challengers for the MVW Women’s Tag Team title match – The Working Girls.”

The camera panned slightly to reveal Caroline Lewis, the embodiment of determination mixed with undeniable charm. Clad in her unmistakable Hooter’s waitress top, she exuded confidence, her muscles subtly tensed, ready for the battle ahead. Next to her stood ‘Queen Cool’ Leah Iris, her cool demeanor juxtaposed by the fiery spirit in her eyes, the Donnie Iris ‘King Cool’ t-shirt she wore almost a banner of her inner resilience.

“Caroline,” Kellie turned to her first, “you and Leah captured the hearts of fans over seven years ago when you won the Women’s Tag Title. What does it mean for you to be back in this position tonight?”

Caroline’s lips curled into a half-smile, a mixture of nostalgia and hunger flashing across her visage. “Kellie, it’s been a long road. Seven years ago, Leah and I reached the pinnacle of MVW’s tag team division, and we’ve been fighting ever since to get back to this moment.” She took a deep breath, exuding a mix of poise and passion. “We’re long overdue for our second title run, and nothing is going to stop us tonight.”

Leah Iris nodded in agreement, the veteran’s cool exterior never wavering. “That’s right, Kellie,” Leah added, her voice tinged with a steely resolve. “Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller, they’re talented – no one can take that away from them. But talent alone doesn’t win matches. No one – and I mean no one – is going to out-work The Working Girls.”

“Thank you, ladies,” Kellie concluded, always professional. “Back to you, Thunderbolt, at ringside.”

Thunderbolt and Hall begin to talk about the next match- a #1 contender’s match between ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson and Ricky Stevens of the Stevens Dynasty but before the duo could delve into their analysis, a frantic production assistant scuttled up to the announce table, whispering urgently into Thunderbolt’s ear. His eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Wait a minute, folks,” Thunderbolt interrupted, adjusting his headset. “We’ve got some breaking news from backstage. Let’s cut right to the chaos.”

Backstage Incident
The scene abruptly shifted to the grittier, less glamorous backdrop of the staging area. The camera shook slightly, capturing the mayhem as Emma Faith Barbosa-Stevens, her face contorted with rage, applied her signature Gorgeous Disaster submission hold on Eve, who lay limp, trapped in the punishing Rings of Saturn.

“Good God!” Hall exclaimed. “Barbosa-Stevens has completely lost it! She’s got that hold cinched in tight, and Eve – she’s not moving!”

“Remember, folks,” Thunderbolt interjected, his voice steady despite the bedlam unfolding before their eyes, “Eve, John Sektor’s protegee, blindsided Emma last week on the ramp after her match. This is clearly retribution, but she may have gone too far this time.”

MVW Security personnel swarmed the scene, their bulky figures trying to intervene. They struggled to pry Barbosa-Stevens’ locked arms from around Eve’s neck and shoulders. Her grip was unyielding at first, her knuckles white with the ferocity of her hold.

“Come on, Emma! That’s enough!” one of the security guards bellowed, his pleas barely audible over the clamor of shouting and commotion.

Finally, with one strong heave, they managed to free Eve from the clutches of Barbosa-Stevens’ wrath. Eve’s body flopped onto the cold concrete floor, a lifeless heap. Emma stood up, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, a wildfire still burning in her eyes.

“Security has finally separated them, but look at the devastation left in the wake of Emma Faith Barbosa-Stevens’ fury,” Thunderbolt commented, as medical staff rushed to Eve’s side.

“Man,” Hall added, shaking his head.

“Let’s give our team a moment to sort things out here,” Thunderbolt concluded, bringing a sense of closure to the pandemonium. “We’ll be right back after these messages, fans. Stay with us.”

The screen faded to black, plunging into a commercial break, leaving viewers to digest the raw emotion and unrestrained vengeance they had just witnessed.

Sanctioned Violence Organization

May 10th – Berry Events Center / Stevens Point, WI
May 11th – Joseph Gentile Center / Chicago, IL
May 12th – Badger High School Gym / Lake Geneva, WI
May 17th – The Viaero Center / Kearney, NE
May 18th – Pershing Center / Lincoln, NE
May 21st – McLeod Center / Cedar Falls, IA
May 24th – Kenneth E. Cowan Civic Center / Lebanon, MO
May 25th – JHQ Arena / Springfield, MO
May 26th – Warren Hearnes Center / Columbia, MO
May 31st – Norfolk Senior High School / Norfolk, NE
June 1st – Wilkert Event Center / Columbus, NE
June 4th – Ford Arena / Evansville, IN

Back from commercial, Thunderbolt sends it to the back where Kellie Burkowski has former MVW champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson.

Kellie Burkowski Interviews Bill Dickinson
Backstage at the packed arena, Kellie Burkowski stands microphone in hand as the camera zooms out to reveal former MVW champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson walking towards the interview area with his Alabama Gang companions R.G. Jenkins and Mark Hendry flanking him on either side.

Kellie’s smile greets the three men. “So, Bill, what are your thoughts on tonight’s match?” she asks.

He takes a deep breath before answering, his Southern drawl adding an extra layer of intensity to his words. “Y’all know what they say, everythin’ good gotta have an endin’. But I’ll be damned if I don’t give it my all to take back that title and start a whole new reign of glory.”

Kellie turned to Jenkins and Hendry, shooting them an inquisitive look. “So what’s going on with you two?” she asked, noticing the tense atmosphere between them.

Jenkins quickly jumped in. “Everything’s fine, Kellie! Ain’t nothing wrong. Mark and me… we’re gonna get back on track and take back our title belts!”

Hendry, uncomfortable speaking in public, simply nodded in agreement.

Kellie smiled gratefully. “Thanks guys, back to you Thunderbolt,” she said.

Thunderbolt sends it right to the ring for our next match.

MATCH #3-Men’s #1 Contender’s Match: ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson vs. Ricky Stevens of the Stevens Dynasty
Heather brings out both men.

Ricky Stevens
AGE: / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 185 / HOME: San Francisco, CA
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: High Flyer / FIN: Dead and Buried (X-Factor)
THEME: “Search and Destroy” – Iggy Pop
With manager Cary Stevens and valet Dru Danes

‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson “The 330 Pound Southern Brawler”
AGE: 39 / HT: 6′ 1″  WT: 330 / HOME: Troy, AL
ALIGN: Tweener / STYLE: Brawler-Power / FIN: Southern Fried Powerbomb
THEME MUSIC: “Unapologetically Country as Hell”- Hardy
Valet: Sunny O’Callahan

-Important match for Bill Dickinson. It’s his first since losing the MVW title to Luke Woods.
-Ricky Stevens has been a strong contender for the title and iopes to secure his biggest MVW win yet by defeating the former champion.
-On the other hand, Dickinson is looking to bounce back from his recent loss of the MVW title and earn a rematch at the earliest opportunity.

RESULT: ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson wins via pinfall at 9:48

-Bill Dickinson shows no letdown after losing the MVW title two weeks ago and sets himself up for a rematch with new champion Luke Woods two weeks from tonight-

Hall’s interrupted when the arena erupted and MVW Champion Luke Woods, flanked by Gator Bates and the Alabama Kid, stormed down the aisle towards the ring with malice written across their faces. The air was thick with tension, the crowd’s anticipation hanging like an electric charge ready to ignite.

“Good grief, Thunderbolt,” exclaimed ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall, his voice climbing octaves, “The SEC is on the warpath!”

“Absolutely, Rick. Dickinson’s about to have his hands full here,” Thunderbolt Smith replied, his tone steady despite the impending chaos.

Dickinson, already weary from the evening’s earlier contest, turned to face the onslaught head-on. He threw fists with a wild desperation but was quickly overwhelmed as the SEC swarmed him like a pack of ravenous hyenas. Sunny, her eyes wide with panic, waved frantically towards the back, pleading for reinforcements.

“Here comes R.G. Jenkins!” bellowed Thunderbolt Smith as the member of the Alabama Gang sprinted down the ramp, followed closely by Mark Hendry.

“Finally, some help for Dickinson!” yelled Hall.

But with a viciousness that drew gasps from the crowd, Hendry delivered a crushing blow to Jenkins from behind.

“WHAT?” Thunderbolt exclaimed.

Hendry then flung Jenkins barreling into the unforgiving steel of the ring post. A collective groan rose from the audience as the treachery unfolded.

“NO! What are you doing, Mark?” screamed Thunderbolt Smith, disbelief etched into his words.

Sunny, incensed by the turncoat’s actions, launched herself onto Hendry’s back in a futile attempt to stop him. But Hendry, cold and calculating, shrugged her off as if she were nothing more than a bothersome insect. She hit the ground hard, the impact reverberating through the arena.

“Sports Entertainment Genius” Triple R joined Hendry at ringside.  They shook hands as the crowd let loose with a thunderous chorus of boos.  Debris came in from all directions.

“Mark Hendry has just turned on the Alabama Gang and joined the Sports Entertainment Corporation!” Hall shouted into his microphone.

Then both men seizing Sunny by her feet. With methodical precision, they cuffed her ankles around the ring post, leaving her dangling upside down—a helpless display of SEC’s ruthless dominance.

“Damn it! This is despicable!” shouted ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall, his excitement morphing into outrage.

As Sunny swung precariously, the beatdown continued. Hendry leaped into the fray and Dickinson, outnumbered and overpowered, could do little to defend himself against the four-man assault.

Woods seized the opportunity, locking in his signature Arm Octopus hold, wrenching at Dickinson’s limbs with relentless pressure.

“Look at this… Dickinson… he’s out!” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice was a mix of horror and resignation.

Amidst the chaos, MVW Security finally made their presence felt, charging the ring and systematically dismantling the carnage wrought by the SEC. One by one, the invaders were repelled, forced to retreat under the stern gaze of Ray McAvay’s no-nonsense security team.

“Thank goodness for MVW Security, but the damage has been done,” said Smith, as the crowd’s frenzy settled into a simmering anger at the injustice they had just witnessed.

The scene closed with Dickinson’s prone body being tended to in the ring, Sunny being carefully released from her shackles, and the SEC gloating up the ramp, their message delivered with brutal clarity.

SHOOT Project

Ultratron-6.1 Promo
Backstage, the dimly lit and cluttered dressing room of ‘The New Age Cybertronic Criminally Insane Rogue Sentient Robot Wrestling Machine’ Ultratron-6.1 is a sight to behold. The walls are covered in posters of past matches, some with exaggerated victory poses and others with defeated opponents sprawled on the ground. His group, known as The Kabal of Really Awful People aka KRAP, is gathered around a small table covered in fast food wrappers and empty energy drink cans.

Ultratron-6.1, a garish parody of Marvel’s villain Ultron with his oversized body and red glowing eyes, sits at the head of the table. He speaks into a microphone attached to his metallic skull, amplified by speakers scattered throughout the room. “Listen up, pathetic weaklings! The day has finally come for us to seize control of MVW and crush our enemies!” His cackling laugh echoes through the room as he continues to rant about his plans for domination.

His comrades sit around him, fully embracing their roles as cartoonish villains. There’s Marty Pratt, also known as ‘Defective’ Marty Pratt due to his constant failures in trying to ‘erase’ people with an oversized pencil eraser. The Murder Hornets, two smaller luchadors with plain purple ski masks over their heads and matching purple wrestling gear emblazoned with ‘MURDER HORNETS’. Then there’s Bill E. Zayne, dressed in fancy clothing reminiscent of Caledon Hockley from Titanic – Zayne exudes the same snobby, arrogant, and narcissistic traits of the Hockley character from the epic movie Titanic- Voyage of Doom.

As Ultratron-6.1 finishes his promo, a backstage tech appears and interrupts him. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re running out of time this week for your promo.”

Ultratron-6.1’s metallic jaw drops in shock. “What? Not enough time for the mighty Ultratron-6.1 and his Kabal of Really Awful People? This is an outrage!”

Marty Pratt starts to panic, frantically erasing with his oversized pencil with the oversized eraser while chanting “Erase! Erase! Erase!” The Murder Hornets just shrug and continue to snack on chips.

But it’s Zayne who takes things to another level. He stands up from the table, straightening his fancy suit as he proclaims loudly, “I have a child!”

The tech looks confused and slightly scared before quickly making his escape.

In the chaos, David Litterman nonchalantly drops a candy wrapper on the ground without a second thought. As they all exit stage left, leaving behind a mess of wrappers and empty cans, the camera zooms in on the discarded trash.

Jill Berg Enterprises Promo
The dimly lit dressing room of Jill Berg Enterprise exuded luxury and opulence, with plush velvet chairs and sparkling chandeliers adorning the walls. ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller were in the midst of their pre-match warm-up routine, while CEO Jill Berg stood in front of a full length mirror, adjusting her designer suit.

“Tonight is just another opportunity for JBE to prove that we are the elite force in this business,” Berg declared confidently, her perfectly manicured nails tapping on her clipboard. “These so-called ‘Working Girls’ may have blue-collar sensibilities, but they lack the drive and determination to truly succeed.”

Carrigan and Miller nodded in agreement, their muscles flexing as they prepared for their match against the Working Girls.

“But let’s not waste any more time talking about them,” Berg continued, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Let’s talk about winners. And tonight, there will be no doubt that JBE is filled with nothing but winners.”

As if on cue, the door burst open, revealing a group of muscular men dressed in tailored suits, all carrying bottles of champagne and platters of gourmet appetizers.

“This is how we celebrate at JBE,” Berg smirked, gesturing to the lavish spread. “We don’t wallow in our defeats like those pathetic Working Girls. We indulge in victory. And tonight will be no different.”

Carrigan and Miller shared a knowing look as they finished their warm-up and joined Berg in front of the mirror. They raised their fists in unison, ready to show the world why JBE was the most dominant force in professional wrestling.

“I hope those Working Girls enjoy drowning their sorrows at some dingy dive bar,” Berg sneered. “Because after our win tonight, we’ll be living it up at the most exclusive club in town. Why? Because Jill Berg Enterprises means business.”

Thunderbolt and Hall sent it to the ring and Heather Cooper.

MATCH #4-MVW Women’s Tag Team Title Match: Jill Berg Enterprises (Sheline Carrigan/Madison Miller) © vs. The Working Girls (‘Queen Cool’ Leah Iris/Caroline Lewis)
Heather once again did the in-ring introductions of both teams for this MVW Women’s Tag Team title match.

Working Girls

“Queen Cool” Leah Iris
AGE: 28 / HT: 5′ 9″ WT: 125 / HOME: Pittsburgh, PA
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Technical-All Around / FIN: Pittsburgh Plunge (Fisherman Buster)
THEME MUSIC: “Ah Leah”- Donnie Iris

‘Former Hooter’s Waitress’ C.J. Lewis
AGE: 33 / HT: 5’11 WT: 135 / HOME: Conway, NH
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Power / FIN: Last Round
THEME MUSIC: “She Works Hard for the Money”- Donna Summer

Jill Berg Enterprises
“Jill Berg Enterprises Means Business”

CEO: Jill Berg ‘The Corporate Predator’, ‘The Phenomenon Known as…’
AGE: 38 /HT: 5′ 4″ WT: 90 /  HOME: New York City, NY
FIN: Spinning Heel Kick
Sheline Carrigan ‘The Canadian Cyborg’
AGE: 27 / HT: 6’0″ WT: 145 / HOME:  Vilbank, SK
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Power-Technical / FIN: Canadian Destroyer
THEME MUSIC: “Killer”- Fist
Madison Miller
AGE: 22 HT: 5’ 11” WT: 100 / HOME: Custer, WA
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Technical / FIN: Cyber Blow
THEME MUSIC: “Do It To It (ft. Cherish)”- ACRAZE
Prisoner #034291

-Caroline Lewis and Leah Iris have been around the block before and they won the tag title seven years ago.  There’s no way they’ll let the occasion get the better of them.
-Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller have really worked well as a tag team and that’s why they’ve been unshakeable at the top of the Women’s Tag Team Division.
-Can Carrigan and Miller continue to look strong as champions?  JBE can’t underestimate Iris and Lewis tonight or else they’ll leave the ring without the belts.

RESULT: The Working Girls win at 3:11 via DQ- Jill Berg Enterprises retains the title

The arena erupted in chaos.

“Madison Miller knocked out Leah Iris with a piece of board and referee Bailey Jenkins immediately disqualified Jill Berg Enterprises!” exclaimed Thunderbolt Smith.

But that didn’t stop Miller from slamming the board down on Iris again, fueling the already intense animosity between the two women. As Lewis rushed to aid her fallen partner, she was met with a clothesline from Carrigan. The entire ring shook from the impact, eliciting gasps from the audience.

“And they’re not done yet!” added Rick Hall.

Because just when it seemed like things couldn’t get any more chaotic, Prisoner #034291 made her presence known by dragging Iris up for a two-handed chokeslam, effectively taking her out of commission. But the violence didn’t end there. Carrigan spiked Lewis with her signature move, the Canadian Destroyer and both Lewis and Iris were both laid out in the ring.

The crowd suddenly began to roar.

“Here comes the Missouri Valley Fight Club!” Thunderbolt said as Harley Davisson, Carrieanne McDermott, and their manager Molly Hatchett stormed into the ring with fierce determination in their eyes.

“Here we go!” Hall said. Hall’s commentary became a blur amidst the flurry of punches and kicks being exchanged. Davisson, known for her brawling style, delivered a powerful kick to Prisoner #034291’s groin before taking her down with a bone-crushing clothesline.

The fight raged on until Berg finally ordered her team to retreat backstage. As they backed up the ramp, Miller and Carrigan held up their MVW Women’s Title belts in an act of defiance toward Davisson and McDermott.

Missouri Valley Fight Club Promo
Harley snatched the microphone from her partner Heather Cooper’s hand and addressed the roaring crowd. She smirked, reveling in the adrenaline pumping through her veins before speaking into the mic, her voice booming over the cheering fans.

“So, did you miss us?” The crowd responded with even louder cheers and chants of their names. It was good to be back in Missouri Valley for the Fight Club duo.

Davisson took a moment to scan the audience, soaking in the energy and excitement that filled the arena. “Tonight was just the beginning,” she declared, a fire burning in her eyes. “The Missouri Valley Fight Club were four-time MVW Women’s Tag Team champions, but we aren’t satisfied with just that.”

She turned to face her partner, Carrieanne McDermott, who stood tall by her side. “We want to become five-time champions,” Davisson announced proudly. “And in order to dot that, we’ll have to run though a gauntlet of some really tough tag teams- The Rose Warriors, The Hanson Sisters, Laney Harrison and McLean Oswald, and Dawn McGill’s newest tag team. We know there was a lot of work ahead of us,” Davisson continued, determination etched into every word. “But Carrieanne and I had been through it all before. Right?”

“Aye,” Carrieanne confirmed in her distinct Scottish accent, her eyes shining with unwavering determination alongside her partner’s.

Davisson turned back to face Jill Berg, the owner of MVW, who stood on the stage with Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller watching intently. “We know your team is good,” she said confidently. “But the Missouri Valley Fight Club are better. And we’re going to fight our way through this Women’s Tag Team division to prove it.”

The crowd erupted into cheers once again, as the Missouri Valley Fight Club stood tall and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

May 10th – Berry Events Center / Stevens Point, WI
May 11th – Joseph Gentile Center / Chicago, IL
May 12th – Badger High School Gym / Lake Geneva, WI
May 17th – The Viaero Center / Kearney, NE
May 18th – Pershing Center / Lincoln, NE
May 21st – McLeod Center / Cedar Falls, IA
May 24th – Kenneth E. Cowan Civic Center / Lebanon, MO
May 25th – JHQ Arena / Springfield, MO
May 26th – Warren Hearnes Center / Columbia, MO
May 31st – Norfolk Senior High School / Norfolk, NE
June 1st – Wilkert Event Center / Columbus, NE
June 4th – Ford Arena / Evansville, IN

Shizuko Yamazaki Promo
The fluorescent lights in Shizuko Yamazaki’s dressing room flickered and then dimmed, casting a hazy glow over the walls. She sat at her vanity with her eyes closed, breathing deeply and focusing on channeling the spirit of the Takeshi Samurais.

A knock at the door interrupted her meditation and she opened her eyes to see her trainer standing there, arms crossed and a look of determination etched across his face.

“It’s almost time, Shizuko,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Are you ready?”

Shizuko stood up, smoothing out her white silk robe emblazoned with the Rising Sun symbol. She took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a surge of confidence mixed with nerves. Tonight was the night she would face off against Jennifer Colton for the Women’s Title.

“I am ready,” she replied, her voice steady and resolute. “I will defeat Jennifer Colton and claim the title as my own.”

Her trainer gave her a slight smile before stepping aside to let her pass. As she walked towards the ring, she repeated her mantra in Japanese – それは私の運命です – “It is my destiny.”

Russian Assets Promo
Backstage in the dressing room of Russian Assets, the Soviet flag proudly hangs on one wall while propaganda posters and memorabilia adorn the others. Svetlana Kovaleski, Nikita Kalashink, and their seductive handler Agent Tanya stand in front of the flag, all dressed in red and gold, representing Mother Russia.

Svetlana, with her thick Russian accent and sharp features, paces back and forth in front of the mirror while Nikita stands stoically by her side. Agent Tanya poses prettily off to the side, her figure-hugging outfit leaving little to the imagination.

“Inferior teams like the Queens of Desire and the Missouri Valley Fight Club are standing in our way,” Svetlana spits out in frustration. “They have no right to compete in the Women’s Tag Team Division when it is clear that we, the Russian Assets, are far superior.”

Nikita nods in agreement, her own Russian accent adding a menacing edge to her words. “We will not tolerate these lesser teams interfering with our mission- world domination… er… domination of the MVW Women’s Tag Team Division,” she declares.

Agent Tanya continues to pose, throwing sultry looks at herself in the mirror. “And any team that dares to challenge us will suffer greatly,” she purrs. “There will be no perestroika… only the hammer and sickle crushing them beneath our might.”

With determined smirks, the Russian Assets exit their dressing room, ready to conquer their opponents and continue their quest for dominance.

Kellie Burkowski Interviews Jennifer Colton
Kellie rushes to catch up with the reigning Women’s Champion Jennifer Colton as she makes her way to the ring for tonight’s match against Shizuko Yamazaki.

“Jennifer, can we get a quick word before you head out there?” Kellie asks, adjusting her mic.

Colton turns and flashes a confident smile at Kellie. “Sure thing, Kellie. What do you want to know?”

“I just wanted to ask how you feel about defending your title against such a tough opponent in Yamazaki tonight,” Kellie says, holding out her mic towards Colton.

Colton’s expression turns serious as she replies, “I’ve been waiting for this challenge. Yamazaki is one of the best in the business and I know she’ll give me a run for my money. But that’s what being a champion is all about – facing the best and coming out on top.”

Kellie nods, impressed by Colton’s confidence. “And did you prepare for this match?”

Colton chuckles as she adjusts her championship belt over her shoulder. “I train hard every day, Kellie. And I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I think will surprise Yamazaki.”

With that, Colton bids farewell to Kellie and heads towards the entrance ramp, ready to defend her title once again. As she strides confidently towards the ring, the crowd erupts in cheers and chants for their beloved champion.

With that, Thunderbolt sents it to Heather Cooper for the final time tonight for the introductions.

MAIN EVENT-MVW Women’s Title Match: Jennifer Colton © vs. ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki
Heather brought out both women in this MVW Women’s Title match.

Shizuko Yamazaki “The Shadow Warrior”
AGE: 24 / HT: 5’4″ WT: 125 / HOME: Osaka, Japan
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Martial Arts / FIN: Floatover DDT
THEME MUSIC: “Clock Strikes”- One OK Rock

Jennifer Colton

AGE: 22 / HT: 5’6″ WT: 130 / HOME: Evansville, IN
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: Technical / FIN: Colton Clutch 2 (Lebell lock, but with cobra clutch grip instead of crossface)
THEME MUSIC: “Heartache Tonight”- The Eagles

-Shizuko Yamazaki’s win over Tori McGill two weeks ago sealed McGill’s fate with Jill Berg Enterprises.  Can she defeat Colton to become a two-time MVW Women’s Champion or will the champion continue her winning ways.
-Jennifer Colton has shook off McGill.  Now she must face a new challenge in Shizuko Yamazaki tonight.

RESULT: Jennifer Colton win via pinfall at 10:20 to retain the MVW Women’s Title.

-Good match.   Colton holds off Yamazaki and she once again proves that she is a very worthy champion.

Colton stood victorious in the center of the ring with the title belt held high as the show comes to an end.

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