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4/16-Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv

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Missouri Valley Wrestling
Wrestling Night in the Heartland
Cedar Rapids Ice Arena
Cedar Rapids, IA
Tuesday April 16th, 2024


Announcers: Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall

Backstage Interviewer: Kellie Burkowski

Ring Announcer: Heather Cooper

EMM-VEE-DUBYA… EMM-VEE-DUBYA… EMM-VEE-DUBYA…

Opening
The Cedar Rapids Ice Arena was a cacophony of excitement, the air crackling with the anticipation of fervent wrestling fans. Over three thousand five hundred souls packed the stands, their cheers reverberating off the walls as the spotlights swept across the arena, bathing them in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. The unmistakable scent of popcorn and spilled soda mixed with the buzz of high-octane energy that only a live wrestling event could evoke.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Wrestling Night in the Heartland!” Thunderbolt Smith’s baritone voice boomed over the public address system, cutting through the din like a hot knife through butter. He stood ringside, microphone in hand, his demeanor the epitome of professional composure.

“Tonight,” he continued, his eyes scanning the sea of eager faces, “we’re coming to you live from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where the action is hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July!”

Beside him, ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall pumped his fist, unable to contain his enthusiasm. His voice, tinged with a gravelly excitement, joined Thunderbolt’s smooth delivery. “That’s right, Thunderbolt! These folks are ready for a hell of a show tonight, and I’m just as fired up as they are!”

The two men shared a brief nod before turning their attention back to the crowd, reflecting on the explosive events of the previous week’s show. Thunderbolt adjusted his glasses, a small gesture to settle himself before diving into the recap.

“Last week—the Heartland witnessed some incredible action, Rick.” Thunderbolt’s gaze was steady, reliving the moments. “Jennifer Colton showed the grit and determination of a true champion, retaining the MVW Women’s title against Victoria McGill in a bout that had us all on the edge of our seats.”

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” Rick chimed in, his voice rising with each word. “And let’s not forget the war—yes, a war—between Jill Berg Enterprises and The Working Girls. Those ladies left everything in the ring, proving once again why they’re the MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions.”

Thunderbolt nodded, the memory fresh in his mind. “Indeed, and we can’t overlook Luke Woods securing his shot at glory. He outlasted Ricky Stevens in a #1 contender’s match that had more twists and turns than a roller coaster. Now, he’s got his sights set on ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson.”

The mention of the record setting MVW champion drew a mixed reaction from the crowd, some booing, others cheering for the polarizing champion.

“Speaking of roller coasters,” Rick added with a mischievous grin, “last week’s tag team confrontation between No Quarter and the Sports Entertainment Corporation ended in a double count-out draw that left everyone hungry for more.”

“Which is why tonight is so important,” Thunderbolt said, his voice hinting at the gravity of the situation. “These teams have unfinished business, and there’s no telling what will happen when they collide once again in our ring.”

As the last words left his mouth, the roar of the crowd swelled, a tidal wave of anticipation crashing over the arena. Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall exchanged a knowing look, understanding that tonight was shaping up to be another chapter in the storied legacy of Wrestling Night in the Heartland.

The cacophony of the crowd’s excitement reverberated off the walls of the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena as Thunderbolt Smith’s authoritative voice cut through the noise. “Folks, if you thought last week was explosive, just wait ’til you see what we’ve lined up for tonight!”

“Long Haul” Rick Hall leaned into his microphone, the twinkle in his eye visible even to those in the nosebleed seats. “We’re kicking things off with a high-stakes match between Amberley Stanton and Yosemite Samantha. It’s the battle for the #3 spot, and these two contenders are chomping at the bit to climb the rankings.”

Thunderbolt nodded solemnly, “That’s just for starters. We’ve also got the MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions, Jill Berg Enterprises, squaring off against the fresh and hungry Queens of Desire. It’s non-title action, but make no mistake, the stakes couldn’t be higher for the newcomers.”

“Non-title or not,” Rick interjected, “a win over the champs would send shockwaves through the tag team division.”

“Absolutely,” Thunderbolt agreed before shifting gears. “And of course, our MVW Champion, ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson, will be in action against Aaron Gray. While the title isn’t on the line tonight, it’s always a spectacle when Dickinson steps into the ring.”

“Speaking of spectacles,” Rick added, his voice tinged with excitement, “our main event is going to set this place on fire! It’s a rematch from last week’s jaw-dropping encounter: No Quarter versus The Sports Entertainment Corporation for the Men’s Tag Team #1 contender’s spot.”

The anticipation was palpable; the crowd’s energy surged like electricity as they awaited the showdown.

Sports Entertainment Corporation Segment
Meanwhile, within the confines of the Sports Entertainment Corporation’s dressing room, the atmosphere was one of controlled fury. Corporate Sports (Entertainment) Programming Nation’s Rebecca Morris stood by ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R and the SEC Mouthpiece Phil Finebaum. The camera zoomed in, capturing the frustration etched onto Triple R’s face.

“Last week was a travesty,” Triple R spat out, flinging the script onto the table with contempt. “No Quarter blatantly disregarded the narrative we crafted. They decided to rewrite the ending on their own terms, and Ray McAvay—he wouldn’t do a thing about it!”

Phil Finebaum shook his head, echoing the sentiment. “Tonight, it’s different. Tonight, we take control of the story. No Quarter will play their part, and the SEC will emerge victorious. We will go on to claim the tag team belts, just as it’s written right here.” He jabbed a finger at the discarded script, his confidence unwavering.

Rebecca nodded, her professional poise unshaken by the heated moment. “Strong words from the SEC. Back to you, Thunderbolt and Hall.”

A New Women’s Tag Team
The camera swept through the labyrinthine corridors of the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena, finally coming to rest in a spacious, dimly lit backstage area. There, reclined on an overstuffed leather couch, Dawn McGill exuded an aura of casual dominance. The three cabana boys attending her were acutely focused on their respective tasks: one kneaded the tension from her broad shoulders with precision, another stood at the ready, holding a frosty drink to her lips whenever she gestured, and the third diligently worked over her tired feet.

“Kellie Burkowski here,” the young interviewer announced, stepping into the frame with her microphone poised, “with none other than wrestling’s own Dawn McGill. Dawn, can you tell us about this new development you’ve been working on?”

Dawn took a leisurely sip of her drink, never breaking her relaxed pose. “Kellie, tonight is the debut of the Queens of Desire,” she said, her voice smooth as silk but carrying an edge of excitement. “I’ve seen potential in Savannah Smith and Tammie Hardy that just needs the right direction—a little bit of that McGill magic.”

“Speaking of magic, what about your past with the Kentucky Redneck Mafia?” Kellie asked, her blue eyes curious.

“Ah, the KRM,” Dawn mused, a shadow of nostalgia crossing her face. “You can’t just stroll back into something like that expecting the same spark. It’s hard, Kellie. I left, and now it’s time to build something new, something fresh.”

“So, starting from scratch then?” Kellie pressed gently.

“Exactly,” Dawn affirmed, sitting up slightly as the cabana boy with the drink stepped back. “Fresh canvas. With the Queens of Desire, we’re going to paint a whole new picture in the MVW Women’s Tag Team scene.”

As Dawn lay back once again, fully embracing the pampering, the scene began to fade, the sounds of the arena growing louder.

“Thank you, Dawn,” Kellie concluded, offering a professional smile as she backed away from the couch. “Back to you, Thunderbolt and Hall.”

“Thanks, Kellie,” Thunderbolt Smith’s even-keeled voice cut in smoothly. “Folks, you heard it here first. Dawn McGill is looking to shake things up with the Queens of Desire.”

“Can’t wait to see what they bring to the ring, Thunderbolt!” ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall’s voice carried his barely contained enthusiasm. “But for now, let’s take a brief intermission. Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be back with more Wrestling Night in the Heartland after these messages!”

The screen faded to black, signaling the first commercial break of the night as the buzz of anticipation lingered in the air.

High Octane Wrestling

The roar of the crowd filled the arena as MVW’s wrestling extravaganza returned from commercial. Thunderbolt Smith, with his trademark even-keeled commentary, handed off proceedings to the center of the squared circle where Heather Cooper stood poised under the spotlight.

MATCH #1: Yosemite Samantha vs. Amberley Stanton
“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen!” Thunderbolt’s voice echoed. “Let’s send it down to the incomparable Heather Cooper for our first match of the evening!”

Draped in a form-fitting, crimson sequined dress that shimmered with each move, Heather lifted the microphone with a sultry smile. “Our first match will be,” she began, her voice rising to cue the enthusiastic crowd.

“ONE FALL!” the fans roared in unison, a tradition as old as the sport itself.

Heather’s brown eyes sparkled as she continued, “Introducing first, the challenger, ranked number four in the Women’s Division…” She paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension build before announcing, “Amberley Stanton!”


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

“Since You’ve Been Gone” by Kelly Clarkson blasted through the speakers, and the arena erupted into cheers. Amberley burst through the curtain with an exuberant bounce in her step, riding the wave of adoration. Her fiery hair streamed behind her like a comet’s tail as she slapped hands with the fans lining the aisle, her face alight with determination and joy.

“Amberley Stanton, looking focused and ready for this huge opportunity,” Thunderbolt noted, as the camera followed Amberley sliding under the bottom rope and ascending the turnbuckle to acknowledge her supporters with raised fists.

“And her opponent,” Heather resumed, the anticipation crackling in the air, “currently ranked number three in the Women’s Division…” She let the suspense linger before dropping her bombshell, “Yosemite Samantha!”


“The roughest, toughest, rootinest, shootinest cowgirl who ever crossed the Rio Grande” Yosemite Samantha

AGE: 32 / HT: 5’1″ WT: 105 / HOME: Dodge City, KS
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Brawler-Hardcore / FIN: Shotgun Knee/Cannonball Combo
THEME MUSIC: “Moth to a Flame”- Metallica

The opening riffs of Metallica’s “Moth to a Flame” cut through the cheers, signalling the arrival of a more complex character. The crowd’s reaction immediately shifted, the cheers mingling with boos and jeers as Yosemite Samantha swaggered out sporting a big ten-gallon cowboy hat and a holster complete with gun, onto the stage and gave the audience the ol’ stinkeye. She twirls her six-shooter and then puts the gun back in its holster and sneered at the divided reaction, absorbing the energy like fuel for the impending battle.

“Yosemite Samantha not concerned with popularity, only victory,” Thunderbolt observed, as Samantha stepped over the top rope and glared across the ring at her opponent.

“Your winner at nine minutes and four seconds…,” Heather declares after the match is over. “…AMBERLEY STANTON!”

“Amberley Stanton has done it!” Thunderbolt exclaimed. “A pivotal victory here tonight!”

Kellie Burkowski Interviews Amberley Stanton
Kellie Burkowski, with her blonde hair shining under the bright lights, swiftly made her way into the ring, brandishing a microphone to capture Amberley’s thoughts. “Amberley, congratulations on your victory over Yosemite Samantha.

Beads of sweat glistened on Amberley’s brow as she basked in the glory of her win. “I’m beyond thrilled. I’m pleased to have overcome Felicia LaBarbara and stuck it to Jill Berg Enterprises. I’m happy to defeat a tough opponent in Yosemite Samantha tonight.”

“How are you feeling about your next match against ‘The Shadow Warrior’ Shizuko Yamazaki?” Kellie asked.

Panting from exertion but glowing with triumph, Amberley leaned on the ropes. “Kellie, Felicia LaBarbara, Jill Berg Enterprises… tonight was just the beginning. Samantha was tough, but next week in Dallas, I’ve got my sights set on taking down ‘The Shadow Warrior.’ Next week in Dallas, I’ll show everyone what I’m truly capable of,” she boasted, her sights firmly set on defeating another tough opponent.”

“Strong words from a strong competitor,” Kellie concluded, nodding appreciatively as Amberley’s determination shone through.

“Fans, don’t go anywhere,” Thunderbolt interjected as he prepared for the break. “We’ll be right back after these messages.”

As the screen faded to commercials, the crowd buzzed with excitement for what was yet to come in the world of MVW wrestling.


PRIME

Jill Berg Enterprises Segment
The camera feed snapped back to life, focusing on the glossy door of Jill Berg Enterprises’ dressing room, emblazoned with the company logo. The door swung open, and Victoria “Tori” McGill hesitantly stepped inside, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route that wasn’t there. Across from her sat CEO Jill Berg, a woman whose presence demanded attention, her sharp gaze locked onto Tori like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Sit down, Tori,” Jill commanded, her tone icy as she gestured to the chair opposite her desk. “It’s time for your mid-year review.”

Swallowing hard, Tori perched on the edge of the seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap. Jill wasted no time, her words slicing through the tension like a knife.

“Your performance has been unacceptable,” Jill began, her voice stern and unyielding. “Lack of focus. Too much time cavorting around with Drew Mitchell when you should be training.” She slammed a folder down on the desk, the word ‘GOALS’ emblazoned across it – Women’s gold being the primary objective, now seemingly further away than ever.

Jill leaned forward, the intensity in her eyes burning into Tori. “What do you plan to do about this?”

Tori stammered, trying to form coherent sentences but stumbling over her words. “I—I’ll do better… win back the title,” she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’d better do exactly that,” Jill shot back sharply. “I don’t want excuses. I want results.” With that final, piercing admonition, Jill dismissed her, and Tori shuffled out, shaking her head, the weight of her boss’s expectations crushing her spirit.

“Let’s get back to the action,” Thunderbolt Smith’s even-keeled voice cut through the palpable tension as the scene transitioned to the arena, where Heather Cooper stood center ring, microphone in hand, ready to announce the next match.

MATCH #2: MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises vs. The Queens of Desire
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Heather’s sultry voice purred, drawing the crowd’s attention. “Please welcome… the Queens of Desire!”

Queens of Desire

Tammie Hardy
AGE: 24 / HT: 5’9” WT: 120 / HOME: South Padre Island, TX
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: High Flyer / FIN: Shooting Star Press
Savannah Smith
AGE: 23 / HT: 5’ 8” WT: 110 / HOME: Benton Harbor, MI
ALIGN: Face / STYLE: All-Round  / FIN: Waterwheel Drop
THEME MUSIC:
MGR: Dawn McGill 

Savannah Smith and Tammie Hardy emerged, their fishnet-clad figures silhouetted against the flashing lights. They strutted down the ramp, bikini tops glinting inside their sheer black tops, hips swaying in time to the pulsing beat of Blondie’s “Call Me” blaring through the speakers. Dawn McGill followed, also dressed up in fishnet and sheer.

As the Queens of Desire took their positions in the ring, Heather continued, her voice rising above the roar of the crowd.

“Introducing the MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions… Jill Berg Enterprises!”

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

The arena’s energy shifted as Jill Berg led the way, her security detail flanking her, a show of power and authority. Behind her, the ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan and Madison Miller strode confidently, each step resonating with the might of their championship status. Accompanying them was the imposing figure of Prisoner #034291, a silent enforcer adding an air of intimidation to the already formidable team.

The champions claimed their territory in the ring, the electric anticipation of the crowd buzzing through the air as the competitors squared off, each pair eyeing the others with a mix of respect and the hunger to come out on top.

Heather brought the microphone to her mouth off as she stayed out of the ring and down by the timekeeper’s table. “Your winner at eleven minutes and twenty-four seconds… MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions… Jill Berg Enterprises!”

“Jill Berg Enterprises has done it again!” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice reverberated throughout the arena, capturing the moment with his signature even-keeled commentary.

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” chimed in ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall, his voice tinged with excitement. “Carrigan and Miller are a force to be reckoned with!”

In the ring, CEO Jill Berg stepped through the ropes, her face a mask of stern satisfaction as she joined her champions. Her security detail formed a protective semi-circle around them, their presence underscoring the power and prestige of the enterprise she had built. The ‘Canadian Cyborg’ and Madison Miller embraced their boss, a gesture of triumph and allegiance. Prisoner #034291 loomed nearby, his silent vigil adding to the aura of invincibility that surrounded the team.

No sooner had the celebration commenced than Kellie Burkowski, microphone in hand, darted toward the group with the eagerness of a seasoned journalist ready to capture the post-match sentiments. She managed to corral Jill Berg, who turned to face the camera with the poise of a corporate titan.

Kellie Burkowski Interviews Jill Berg
“Jill, another impressive victory for your team tonight,” Kellie began, her blue eyes sharp with curiosity. “What do you attribute this success to?”

“Focus,” Jill Berg declared without hesitation, her gaze piercing the lens of the camera. “Carrigan and Madison win because they keep their eyes on the prize—the Women’s Tag Team belts.”

She paused briefly, her thoughts turning to an earlier confrontation. “And speaking of focus, or the lack thereof, it’s clear Tori McGill does not share the same dedication. That’s precisely why she received such a poor performance review.” Jill’s tone hardened with each word, a mix of disappointment and resolve etched into her expression.

“Jill Berg Enterprises means business. We demand results. We set goals and we achieve them. Anything less is unacceptable.” The CEO’s words were like a manifesto, a declaration of the relentless pursuit of excellence that defined her brand.

“Thank you, Jill,” Kellie wrapped up succinctly, nodding as she absorbed the weight of Jill Berg’s expectations.

“Back to you, Thunderbolt and Hall,” Kellie said, sending the broadcast back to the commentators’ booth.

“Strong words from a strong leader,” Thunderbolt observed.

“Indeed,” agreed Hall.

“Back after these messages,” Thunderbolt said, maintaining his composure as the screen faded out to the familiar jingle of a commercial break.


Sanctioned Violence Organization

UPCOMING MISSOURI VALLEY WRESTLING HOUSE SHOWS
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
April 26th – Carson Center /Paducah, KY
April 27th – Banterra Center / Carbondale, IL
April 28th – Show Me Center / Cape Girardeau, MO
May 3rd –  Gross Memorial Coliseum / Hays, KS
May 4th – Tony’s Pizza Events Center / Salina, KS
May 7th – Charles Koch Arena / Wichita, KS
May 10th – Berry Events Center / Stevens Point, WI
May 11th – Joseph Gentile Center / Chicago, IL
May 12th – Badger High School Gym / Lake Geneva, WI

“Welcome back, everyone!” Thunderbolt Smith’s familiar voice rang out with a calm assurance that immediately captured the attention of wrestling fans around the globe. His poised demeanor set the tone for another explosive segment of MVW action.

“Let’s send it over to Kellie Burkowski backstage,” he continued, passing the spotlight to the young interviewer waiting in the wings.

Kellie Burkowski Interviews No Quarter
The camera cut away from the commentators and found Kellie standing confidently between the no-nonsense figures of Bracken Krueger and Daryn Thompson—No Quarter. The #1 contenders exuded a raw intensity that seemed to electrify the air around them.

“Bracken, Daryn,” Kellie began, her blue eyes sharp, “tonight you have a chance at redemption against The SEC.”

Krueger stepped forward, his muscular frame tense with barely contained aggression. “Kellie,” he said, a sneer crossing his rugged face, “tell ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R he can shove his ‘script’ where the sun don’t shine. This isn’t about theatrics; it’s about settling scores.”

Thompson nodded, his arms crossed over his chest in solidarity. “Last week, The SEC got lucky. But luck runs out,” he added, his voice steady and sure. “Tonight, we right that wrong. And as for The Stevens Dynasty,” he glanced towards the camera, a challenge in his gaze, “they know what’s coming to them.”

“Thanks, guys,” said Kellie, wrapping up the interview with a professional nod before sending the feed back to the seasoned commentators.

“Alright folks, let’s get back to the ring,” Thunderbolt announced as the scene shifted back to the bustling arena where Heather Cooper was poised in the center of the squared circle.

Her brunette hair cascaded over the shoulders of her sultry outfit as she raised the microphone with an elegant hand. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Heather’s voice was smooth as silk but carried the power to reach every corner of the packed venue, “the following is a non-title match scheduled for one fall!”

The crowd erupted in anticipation, their excitement palpable as the first chords of Aaron Gray’s entrance theme blared through the speakers. Emerging from the curtain, Aaron strode down the ramp with determined steps, his eyes locked on the ring. He slapped hands with the fans lining the aisle, absorbing their energy as he prepared for the impending battle.

“Introducing first,” Heather continued, “from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 235 pounds, Aaron Gray!”


Aaron Gray
AGE: 34 / HT: 6’ 0” WT: 260 / HOME: Modesto, CA
ALIGN: Heel / STYLE: Power  / FIN: Gray Matter

The cheers reached a fever pitch as Aaron climbed into the ring, bouncing off the ropes to test their give, his focus never wavering.

But the atmosphere shifted as a different tune filled the air—the unmistakable sound of Hardy’s “Unapologetically Country as Hell” signaling the arrival of a true force of nature.

“And his opponent,” Heather’s voice rose above the din, “accompanied to the ring by Sunny O’Callahan…”

The champion himself, ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson, swaggered out from behind the curtain, his MVW Championship belt gleaming under the lights. With a confident grin and a tip of his hat, he soaked in the adulation of the crowd. Sunny O’Callahan, the fiery manager known for her fierce loyalty, stood proudly by his side as they made their way to the ring.

“From Troy, Alabama… weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the MVW Champion, ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson!”


‘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

Bill’s boot heels thudded on the steel steps as he ascended into the ring, his presence alone commanding respect. As he stood there, flanked by Sunny, the music faded, and the scene came to a close, leaving viewers anticipating the collision of wills that was about to unfold.

The bell rang, echoing through the arena as Heather Cooper stepped into the center of the ring, her voice steady and clear. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via count-out at 8 minutes and 27 seconds, ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson!”

The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and boos, a cacophony of passion for the sport they loved. Bill Dickinson, drenched in sweat and triumph, stood tall in the center of the squared circle, his hands raised high. Beside him, Sunny O’Callahan’s beaming smile was as bright as the championship belt that glinted over Bill’s broad shoulder.

“Another hard-fought victory for the ‘Redneck’,” Thunderbolt Smith’s voice cut through the noise, his tone imbued with respect for the champion’s prowess.

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt!” Rick Hall chimed in, the excitement audible in his voice. “Dickinson is proving once again why he’s been on top for over 600 days.”

In the ring, Sunny looped her arm around Bill’s waist, holding up his arm for all to see. The champ tipped his hat to the fans, relishing the moment, the very picture of unapologetic country strength.

We will find out after these commercial messages. Don’t go anywhere, folks. This is MVW, and the action is just getting started!”

As the cameras panned across the cheering audience and zoomed in on the victorious duo in the ring, Dickinson and Sunny continued their celebration, the image fading to black just before cutting away to the promised commercials.

SHOOT Project

“Looking ahead to next Tuesday,” Thunderbolt continued, “Bill Dickinson will have to defend that MVW Title against Luke Woods of The SEC.”

“Right you are, and let me tell you, Woods is hungry for that title. But he hasn’t been able to crack the code that is ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson,” Hall added, the anticipation for the upcoming match evident in his tone.

“Also next week,” Thunderbolt picked up, his voice taking on a note of intrigue, “we’ll see The Stevens Dynasty put their MVW Tag Team Championships on the line. Will it be No Quarter or The SEC who earns the right to challenge them?”

“Either way, it’s going to be one hell of a match, Thunderbolt. These teams have a score to settle, and what better place than the grand stage for the gold?” Hall’s words painted a vivid picture of the impending clash.

“Indeed, Rick. Who will step up?”

Eve Introduction Segment
“MVW fans, it’s time to turn our attention to a new electrifying addition to the roster,” Thunderbolt Smith’s steady voice resonated through the arena as he gestured towards the giant screen. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, their eyes fixed on the looming images as the lights dimmed.

“Let’s roll the footage,” Thunderbolt announced with a hint of excitement creeping into his even-keeled tone.

The vignette burst onto the screen, showcasing a young woman with steely determination in her eyes. “Introducing the newest signee to MVW – Eve Rodriguez, or as we’ll come to know her, simply ‘Eve’.”

As “Resist and Disorder” by Rezodrone blasted from the speakers, a montage of Eve’s wrestling prowess unfolded. At 22 years old, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds, she moved with a technical grace rarely seen in the ring. Hailing from Jacksonville, Florida, Eve was all business, her face a mask of focus as she executed a series of seamless takedowns. The highlight reel culminated with her signature finisher, the Kimura lock, being applied with such finesse that it left no doubt about her skills.

“Fans, take note – this is the protegee of HOW’s ‘Gold Standard’ and current HOTv Champion John Sektor,” Thunderbolt continued, underscoring the significance of Eve’s tutelage under one of the greats.

“Long Haul” Rick Hall chimed in, unable to contain his enthusiasm. “Remember when Sektor discovered Adam Ellis in MVW?  Well, Eve is his next project and he feels she is a natural.”

“We’ll find out soon enough.  Speaking of Adam Ellis,” Thunderbolt continued, “he’s debuted last weekend at Appalachian Mountain Championship Wrestling in Bluefield, West Virginia and also competed Saturday night in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.”

“Absolutely, Thunderbolt,” Hall agreed wholeheartedly. “Ellis wrestling in AMCW is like honing steel. He’ll use that experience to get tougher and more skilled than ever when he next sets foot in a PRIME wrestling ring.”

The vignette faded to black, leaving the crowd murmuring in eager anticipation of seeing Eve in action. Thunderbolt glanced at the camera, a practiced smile on his face as he prepared to transition to the next segment.

“Stay with us, folks. Up next, the main event you’ve all been waiting for,” he declared with a cadence that captured the grandeur of what was to come. “But first, a word from our sponsors. Don’t go anywhere; we’ll be right back after this final commercial break.”

The screen cut to ads, but the chatter in the stands didn’t die down. They were abuzz with the promise of fresh talent and the relentless pursuit of glory in the squared circle, a testament to the enduring allure of professional wrestling.

UPCOMING MISSOURI VALLEY WRESTLING HOUSE SHOWS
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
April 26th – Carson Center /Paducah, KY
April 27th – Banterra Center / Carbondale, IL
April 28th – Show Me Center / Cape Girardeau, MO
May 3rd –  Gross Memorial Coliseum / Hays, KS
May 4th – Tony’s Pizza Events Center / Salina, KS
May 7th – Charles Koch Arena / Wichita, KS
May 10th – Berry Events Center / Stevens Point, WI
May 11th – Joseph Gentile Center / Chicago, IL
May 12th – Badger High School Gym / Lake Geneva, WI

‘Suburban Homeboy’ Gary Walker Introduction Segment
The spotlight beamed down on the squared circle, where Gary Walker, clad in baggy jeans and an oversized jersey, seized the microphone with a swagger that only the self-proclaimed “Suburban Homeboy” could muster. As he launched into his rendition of Sparks’ ‘Suburban Homebody’, his voice echoed through the arena.

“I am a suburban homeboy with a suburban ‘ho right by my side,” he rapped with a grin, gesturing to an imaginary girl beside him, “I am a suburban homeboy and I say yo dog to my pool cleaning guy.”

At ringside, Thunderbolt Smith nodded along, finding the quirky charisma of MVW’s latest signing intriguing. Next to him, ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall shook his head, unable to hide his amusement at the absurd spectacle.

“I hope I’m baggy enough for them,” Gary continued, pulling at his clothes to emphasize their looseness, “I play my Shaggy enough for them.”

Thunderbolt chuckled, “You’ve got to admit, Rick, the kid’s got something.”

Hall snorted, “He’s got something alright, Thunderbolt. If you ask me, the boy’s a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”

Walker delivered the final line with a mock seriousness that had some fans laughing and others shaking their heads in disbelief. “I’ll pop a cap up some fool at the Gap, ’cause I’m a suburban homeboy.”

With Walker’s performance winding down, Thunderbolt took the opportunity to recap the night’s earlier battles, his voice steady and professional. “What a night we’ve had so far, folks. Amberley Stanton secured a tough win over Yosemite Samantha…”

“Indeed,” Hall interjected, “And let’s not forget both MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises and our very own MVW Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson picking up solid victories in their non-title bouts.”

“Right you are, Hall. But now it’s time for the main event,” Thunderbolt declared as the anticipation in the crowd swelled.

“Let’s send it to Heather Cooper in the ring,” Hall said, and the camera panned over to where Heather stood poised, mic in hand, donned in a shimmering outfit that left little to the imagination, her brown eyes sparkling under the arena lights.

MAIN EVENT: No Quarter vs. The Sports Entertainment Corporation-MVW Tag Team #1 Contender’s Match
The arena’s energy reached a fever pitch as Heather Cooper’s voice boomed through the sound system. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening, and it will be…” The crowd erupted in unison, finishing her sentence with a thunderous “ONE FALL!”

As the cheers reverberated throughout the venue, the pompous strut of ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Triple R came into view. He made a spectacle, waving a stack of papers—the supposed ‘script’ of the match—above his head like a trophy. The SEC Mouthpiece Phil Finebaum followed close behind, his voice cutting through the din with a brash declaration, “My faction is better than your faction!” His words echoed down the ramp as they led Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid, who were both exuding raw confidence, to the ring.

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

“Here comes trouble,” Thunderbolt Smith observed, his tone suggesting the imminent drama that was about to unfold.

“Looks like Triple R’s got the whole thing planned out,” ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall added, nodding towards the script in Triple R’s grip.

But the mood shifted as the opening riff of “Kicking and Screaming” by Blues Saracino hit the speakers. No Quarter made their entrance. Bracken Krueger, intensity etched on his face, stormed ahead while Daryn Thompson, ever the calculating counterpart, kept pace.

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

Krueger’s eyes locked onto Triple R, who smugly pointed to the script, insinuating the match’s outcome was already written.

Thompson, sensing her partner’s growing agitation, firmly grasped Krueger’s arm, pulling him back and redirecting his focus to the task at hand.

“This is going to be a good one,” Thunderbolt declared, the anticipation tangible in his voice.

The bell rang, signaling the end of a match that had left the fans on the edges of their seats. Heather Cooper raised her mic once more, her voice steady despite the chaos that had just ensued. “Your winners, at a time of 11 minutes and 36 seconds, No Quarter!”

As the declaration rang out, No Quarter stood victorious in the center of the ring, now the number one contenders for the MVW Tag Team title. They would face the Stevens Dynasty next week in what promised to be a titanic clash for the gold.

Triple R, however, was beside himself with fury. He confronted Krueger and Thompson, vehemently yelling and gesturing at them, the script he had so confidently flaunted earlier now crumpled in his clenched fist. Phil Finebaum joined in the tirade, his face red with anger, but Krueger and Thompson simply stared back, unshaken by the outburst.

“Looks like Triple R’s ‘script’ didn’t go according to plan tonight,” Hall chimed in with a chuckle.

“Indeed,” Thunderbolt agreed. “But folks, we’re out of time. Join us next week for more action-packed wrestling as we feature the MVW and MVW Tag Team title matches, along with two number one contender’s matches for the MVW Women’s and MVW Women’s Tag Team Titles.”

The camera panned across the cheering crowd, capturing the lingering tension in the ring before fading to black, leaving viewers eager for the next episode of mayhem and mastery in the squared circle.

RESULTS:
-Amberley Stanton defeated Yosemite Samantha at 9:04 in a #3 vs. #4 contender’s match
-MVW Women’s Tag Team Champions Jill Berg Enterprises defeated The Queens of Desire at 11:24 in a non-title match
-MVW Champion ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson defeated Aaron Gray at 8:27 in a non-title match
-No Quarter defeated The Sports Entertainment Corporation at 11:36 in a MVW Tag Team #1 contender’s match

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