MVW IN THE HOUSE
The luxurious suite at the Enterprise Center in St. Louis, Missouri, buzzes with excitement.
In the center of it all, Ray McAvay, owner of MVW and special guest of Lindsay Troy and PRIME tonight, lounges in a plush leather chair, phone pressed to his ear. Beside him, his wife Stacee Perry sits, her provocative outfit drawing the attention of several people in the room.
Ray McAvay (into the phone): Hey Lindsay, I just wanted to say thank you for this amazing suite. You really went all out for us. You should see who all’s here. We’ve got a great group of people enjoying the suite.
As Ray listens to Lindsay’s response, the camera pans to show the other wrestlers who also came along with him to the show.
R.G. Jenkins, nursing a drink while chatting animatedly with his wife Melanie, while his tag team partner Mark Hendry, the other half of the Alabama Gang tag team, leans against the wall, surveying the room with a lazy grin.
‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson, the reigning MVW Men’s Champion, sits on the couch with a can of beer in his hand, his massive frame taking up most of the space. There’s a stack of empty beer cans on the floor next to him.
Sunny O’Callahan, dressed in a 1970s Southern rock band background singer ensemble, sips from a bottle of Southern Comfort and giggles at a story being told by someone nearby.
MVW’s Women’s Tag Team Champions, The Hanson Sisters, play on the floor with pro wrestling action figures inside a toy plastic wrestling ring. The sisters mimicked the moves they’d seen and done countless times in the ring. Their laughter filled the air, adding to the jovial atmosphere of the suite.
Ray’s gaze drifts towards the walls of the suite. His eyes widen and his mouth drops. The camera pans the walls that are plastered with Soviet-style heroic posters of Ivan Stanislav, the newly crowned PRIME Universal Champion who seemed to dominate every inch of the walls.
Ray McAvay: What the fuck is this?
We hear a loud chuckle from the phone and then Ray listens as LT explains that this is the work of Ivan and the Red Army.
Ray McAvay: Ahhh… that makes sense.
The camera continues to pan across the room, finally settling on Adam Ellis. With his feet propped up and popcorn in hand, he was the picture of relaxation. He extends his arm up with a casual wave before going back to his box of popcorn.
Ray McAvay: So I hear Adam’s got a big match coming up against Eddie Cross at PRIME.
He listens as LT talks in response.
Ray McAvay: Yeah, both of these guys have technical backgrounds. Adam’s more of a college wrestler type, like Chad Gable or Kurt Angle. Eddie, on the other hand, is a real hold wizard. I think it’s gonna be one hell of a match.
The camera then moves to the dour figure sitting in the chair next to Adam… one Ginny Van Lear, arms folded and crossed over her chest and a deep frown on Adam’s red-haired wife’s face. The reason for Ginny’s sour mood?
The camera pans up to show the three Enemigos standing behind her in the suit, a by-product of Ginny’s little stunt last weekend when she set off a buck bomb in Victoria McGill and Jill Berg Enterprises’ locker room in Peoria.
Apparently, Vickie Hall and Savannah Scandal are also on her list of targets so LT decided to have Ginny ‘escorted’ around the arena tonight.
Ray couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. He waves to Ginny.
Ray McAvay: Happy twenty-first birthday Ginny!
Ginny rolls her eyes in response, her displeasure with the Enemigos’ presence still evident.
Ginny Van Lear: Yeah. Sum birthday.
She twirls her finger in a ‘whoop-de-doo’ gesture.
Ray McAvay (to LT on the phone): Can’t say I blame her for being upset but she did bring this on herself.
Ginny scrunches her face in response while Ray’s head nods up and down as Ray listens to Lindsay’s response.
Ray McAvay: Right. Anyway, Lindsay, I just wanted to thank you again for the suite. We’re all having fun watching the show tonight. We’ll talk more after the show.
Ray laughs at Lindsay’s pithy response.
Ray McAvay: It’s never a dull moment in the world of wrestling, that’s for sure. Right, bye.
After McAvay ends the call, his brow furrows in thought. He glances around the suite again at the Soviet-style heroic Ivan Stanislav posters plastered on every available surface. The Red Army had certainly made their presence known. Ray couldn’t help but feel a little claustrophobic.
Ray McAvay: Jesus…
He stares into the unwavering eyes of Ivan Stanislav on one particular poster and an image flashes through his mind.
Ray McAvay: …this looks like my daughter’s bedroom.
His daughter’s bedroom was covered wall to wall with the latest teen sensation, their smiles as omnipresent and manufactured as Ivan’s stoic expression.
A wry smile appears as the scene fades to the backstage area.