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December 17th, 2025
Belfast, Northern Ireland
Off Camera
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It has been a few days since Shattered Reality and Glory Braddock is still feeling good, riding high off of another hard fought victory over Amelia Nevado. The British Bombshell knew that Nevado would bring her absolute best to the table for numerous reasons; primarily among them, Amelia had never beaten Braddock before and she was desperate for a win. Both women also wanted to earn their way back into championship contention. Glory Braddock managed to keep her streak against Amelia alive and get the inside track towards possibly earning another title match in the near future. Yet while Shattered Reality was a straight forward competition between two fierce grapplers, the next test for The British Bombshell will be the furthest thing from straight forward, and it will be something that Braddock has had to deal with before.

Fatal Fortunes.

Every opponent, every match type, every championship randomly decided by luck of the draw. On the one hand the idea of earning a championship opportunity is, quite literally, thrown out the window. Glory Braddock could end up as the lucky lottery winner and drawn for a world title match or she may get drawn for something she has never participated in, the Underground Division and an Underground Title Match, neither of which she has truly ‘earned’ just yet. Yet at the same time Fatal Fortunes epitomizes Glory Braddock’s fierce competitive nature. It symbolizes the very idea of what she views as the true spirit of competition; she will take on anyone, at any time, and in any type of match. Braddock backs down from no challenge. She is that kind of competitor. Thus Fatal Fortunes provides a unique opportunity for her to truly test her competitiveness. She will not know who or what she is up against until bell time. But it will not matter to her. She must be ready at all times to take on and defeat anyone put in front of her.

Surviving, or even thriving, in an environment like Fatal Fortunes, is just the precise opportunity Glory Braddock has been look forward to; even if she does not lucky enough to get a championship match drawn, she can at least prove yet again that she is worthy of consideration. At the very least she can take a giant step forward, closer to title contention by overcoming whatever challenge she ends up against.

For today she is content with relaxing and enjoying some time with two people who have been as close to her as sibling and, in one case, is in fact her sister. She is in Belfast, Northern Ireland. She has been here in the United Kingdom for quite some time now trying to reconnect with her past and reclaim her old identity. She feels as if she succeeded and therein lies the problem; success brings her to a crossroads. Should she play it safe and stay in the United Kingdom or should she return to her adopted home of Miami, Florida? Her and her husband Kurt Logan came back as a compromise; Glory had initially wanted to sell her company, sell her Miami home, and return to the simplistic lifestyle she was raised in under her father Glenn Braddock. Kurt insisted that she was being rash and needed to take time to think it through. This was the compromise. Returning to the United Kingdom and spending several months here to think about herself and her life before making any rash decisions was the compromise. But now the time has come to make that decision and she still finds the choice just as difficult as before.

The pub sat on a narrow Belfast street that looked older than the traffic markings painted over its stones, its façade darkened by decades of rain and cigarette smoke that no amount of scrubbing had ever truly removed. A modest wooden sign creaked above the door, its lettering worn soft around the edges, as if countless eyes had passed over it without needing to read the name anymore. Warm light spilled through the windows despite the early evening gloom, catching the drifting mist in the air and giving the impression that the place glowed from within rather than being lit at all. Inside, the atmosphere settled around anyone who entered like a familiar weight. The ceiling was low, crossed with heavy beams stained nearly black, and the walls were layered with history. The scent was unmistakable: stale beer soaked deep into wood, fresh pours foaming at the bar, damp wool coats, and the faint, comforting tang of peat and smoke. The floorboards gave a soft groan beneath passing boots, not from weakness but from habit, as though the pub itself acknowledged every step.

Glory Braddock stood just inside the doorway for a moment longer than necessary, letting the space settle her. Her posture was confident without being showy, shoulders squared from years of physical discipline rather than conscious effort. Her blonde hair fell long down her back, a little wild from travel, catching the light in uneven strands that suggested she’d chosen convenience over careful styling. Her clothes reflected that balance as well: sturdy denim jeans, comfortable royal purple t-shirt, with no interest in fashion beyond what allowed her to move easily and remain herself. Belfast felt different from London in ways she couldn’t fully articulate. The noise was lower but denser, conversation layered thick with familiar accents and shared histories. Laughter erupted suddenly at one table, sharp and unrestrained, then dissolved back into murmurs and the clink of glasses. It wasn’t louder than any other pub she’d known, but it felt more rooted, as though every sound carried weight because it belonged there.

Sophie O’Brian was already inside, seated near the bar where the light was strongest. She blended into the room more seamlessly than Glory ever could, not because she tried to disappear, but because the place seemed to recognize her. Her dark hair framed her face naturally, the color echoing the polished wood and shadowed corners around her. There was an ease in how she occupied her space, shoulders relaxed, expression alert but unguarded. Belfast shaped her in subtle ways; her posture carried familiarity rather than challenge, her presence a quiet certainty rather than an assertion. Nearby stood Mark O’Brian, unmistakably Sophie’s brother long before the shared features made sense. He was built solidly, his muscular frame filling his space without apology, the kind of physical presence forged through work rather than deliberate training. His long dark hair was tied back loosely, strands escaping to brush against his shoulders, giving him an appearance that was both rugged and unconcerned. His face bore the marks of age and experience that neither woman yet carried; a heaviness around the eyes, lines earned through years of responsibility and conflict rather than time alone. Mark leaned against the bar with practiced familiarity, one arm resting along its edge as though it belonged there. He looked like someone who had spent a lifetime in places just like this, who knew which boards creaked and which stools wobbled without needing to test them.

The bartender moved with quiet efficiency, pouring drinks without ceremony, nodding in recognition to regulars, sliding glasses across the wood with practiced precision. The amber liquid caught the light as it settled, bubbles rising lazily to the surface. Somewhere deeper in the pub, a low hum of music played; not loud enough to dominate, just enough to fill the spaces between voices. Glory took another step inside, the warmth of the room fully embracing her now. The door closed behind her with a muted thud, sealing off the damp evening air and the city sounds beyond. For a brief moment, everything seemed suspended, the overlapping histories, the half-siblings who shared blood but not childhoods, the weight of unspoken thoughts that hovered just beneath the surface. The pub held it all easily, as it had held countless reunions, reckonings, and quiet understandings before.

The British Bombshell quietly finds a seat next to Sophie. Mark follows suit, sitting on the other side of Sophie. These three have a long and shared history, they were the first three students of Glenn Braddock’s Wrestling School. They were nicknamed “The Trinity” by Glenn himself due to how close they were. Yet Glory herself had no idea that their relationship would evolve and grow into this.

“I am so glad you came…sister.” Sophie remarks with a sly grin. Glory chuckles.

“Ah, yes, that feels so right to hear.” Glory nods her head. “And of course I came, you’d be crazy to think I wouldn’t stop by to see you and Mark while I was staying up in my old stomping grounds.”

“Eh, you know Sophie…” Mark says, his voice trailing off. Glory nods her head.

“I DO know Sophie, and I know she knew DAMN WELL I was coming.” Glory winks playfully. “How long has it been since we had a reunion of The Trinity?”

“Bloody hell, ages!” Sophie exclaims.

“Far too long, that’s for sure.” Glory says. Mark agrees with a simple nod of his head.

Before they can continue their friendly banter, the bartender approaches. “What can I get you?”

“Oh, I’ll handle this,” Glory says before Sophie and Mark can speak up “a pint of Guinness for all three of us. Put it on my tab.” The bartender nods his head and walks off to fill the order.

“You didn’t have to do that, Glory.”

“I wanted to, Mark.”

“And I’m not complaining.” Sophie answers back quickly, bringing laughter from all three.

“Look at you,” Glory says, motioning to Sophie, “all smiles and laughing. This isn’t the cold, distant sociopath I once knew.”

“People can change, Gloria.”

“This is true.” Glory nods her head. “I should know better than anyone. Being back in London, living in a simple flat rather some extravagant luxury apartment in Miami reminded me of my roots and helped bring back the REAL Glory Braddock.”

“And who IS the real Glory Braddock?” Sophie asks.

“A good person.” She answers definitively. “Not obsessed with winning but obsessed with competition. A person obsessed with helping people. And yes, a tomboy with a love of pranking people.”

This instantly draws a look from Mark.

“You didn’t prank us did you?”

“Not today, Mark.”

“Good.” He sighs with relief.

The bartender returns with the three pints of Guinness. He places one in front of Mark, one in front of Sophie, and the third in front of Glory herself. The trio then raise their glasses and Glory speaks up in offer of a toast.

“To The Trinity…”

“...AND to sisters reunited.” Sophie adds.

“Indeed.”

“Sláinte!” They all say in unison before clinking the glasses together and taking their first sips.

“So, Gloria,” Sophie begins, “we already know you and I have both signed Uprising contracts, we will be wrestling together again, and while I DO look forward to that.” She motions to Glory. “What about YOUR own singular quest in SCW?”

“Ah, well, that is interesting isn’t it?” Glory smirks. “Fatal Fortunes is up next.”

“Fatal what?!” Mark exclaims.

“Fatal Fortunes.” Glory repeats. “Every match is randomly drawn, every championship is defended; no one will know their opponent until practically bell time.”

“That sucks.” Mark states.

“For the champions it does.” Glory nods her head. “I was Adrenaline Champion last year for Fatal Fortunes and didn’t know I was defending against Clyde Sutter until bell time. Bloody wanker kicked my ass. I barely escaped with the title.”

“What about this year?” Sophie asks.

“This year will be different in at least one respect.” She smirks. “I am not a champion. So I have everything to gain and nothing to lose as I go into Fatal Fortunes. That isn’t to say I will get a title match, I certainly hope I do, but regardless I will have the chance to prove my worth and improve my stock in SCW by defeating whoever I get put up against.”

“Whoever you face in whatever type of match you are in, I am certain you will be successful.” Sophie says with confidence. “You are the best wrestler in the world.”

“Some say that.” Glory remarks. “It is up to me to prove it.”

“We can help you!” Mark exclaims. “All three of us can stop by the Braddock Wrestling School, work on drills, we can spar, we can work you to death, Glory. Just like old times.”

“Yes, it would be like old times, dear brother,” Sophie remarks, “except we don’t have Glenn Braddock to play the role of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman.”

“Huh?” Mark asks, looking confused. Sophie rolls her eyes.

“Full Metal Jacket, you moron.”

“Give Mark a break.” Glory winks. “He is too busy drilling the next generation at the Braddock School to watch any good movies. He also has a good idea; we should stop by father’s school and get some prep time in. Sparring against each of you individually…or hell, both at once…it would help me prepare for any possible outcome that the randal draw of Fatal Fortunes might produce. Besides, it would be good to see the old place again before I return to Miami.”

“Ah, so your quest of ‘finding yourself’ has finally become complete?” Sophie asks. Glory sighs and shakes her head.

“Not quite. I need to return to Miami so I can get everything moved out of that home and back up here.” She says.

“What?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve decided to sell my home in Miami, sell my company, and move back to England permanently.”

“Hell, that’s great!” Mark exclaims. “It’ll be great to see more of…” Sophie smacks him in the back of his head, “OWWW! What was that for?!”

“For indulging her nonsense, you smelly Neanderthal.”

“Nonsense?” Glory asks curiously.

“Yes, nonsense.” Sophie nods her head. “You’re selling your company. The successful life you built in Miami. You’re quitting all of it.”

“You don’t understand, mate.” Glory shakes her head. “Being around that wealth and luxury, the responsibility of being a corporate big wig, it corrupts me. It has corrupted me several times and only now have I finally managed to regain who I once was; if I return to that, I fear everything I fought for, everything I worked for while staying in England, would be for nothing.”

“Oh I understand your FEAR, Gloria.” Sophie remarks. “That’s what it is, FEAR, and running from a challenge because of FEAR is not the Braddock way. Our father taught us to take on any and all challenges head on. Continuing to run your company, continuing to build upon this life you built for yourself in Miami, while fighting to maintain everything you hold near and dear to your heart, that is a CHALLENGE and it is one you should not run away from. It is almost cowardly.”

Very few people can get away with telling The British Bombshell she is afraid let alone call her a coward. Sophie O’Brian, due to their long history, is one of those people who can get away with it. Glory Braddock sighs and nods her head.

“You’re right…maybe I am afraid. Returning to that luxurious lifestyle might corrupt me and I am afraid. I have only ONCE in my entire life turned away from a challenge and that was last year’s Taking Hold of the Flame and even then I turned away from that challenge and in favor of accepting an even more difficult challenge. So I think I am owed this one time to take the easier, safer route.”

“My dear sister, you are owed and no one blame you for taking the easy route.” Sophie places her hand on Glory’s in a warm gesture that is rare from this usually cold individual. “The truth is that you have always been a complex individual. Your life hasn’’t always been as black and white as you thought. You only recall life after our father left your mother, a very simplistic life where you were raised as if you were the son our father had always secretly wanted. You tend to forget that when our father and your mother were together, happily married, you lived a lavish lifestyle. Just ask Melody and Frances.”

“Yeah, you three were the mean girls of the school.” Mark chimes in. Sophie again smacks him in the back of his head. “HEY!”

“I am handling this you overgrown King Kong reject!”

“Sophie I…” Glory sighs and nods her head “...you’re right. Of course you’re right. My lifestyle and personality took a total 180 degree turn when my parents split up.”

“See? Complexity.”

“So what are you suggesting I do?”

“You are a seventeen time world champion. You are in four professional wrestling halls of fame. If ANYONE can legitimately claim to be the best in the world it’s you. Yet you fear that a life of luxury might corrupt you?” Sophie scoffs. “You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. You lived it once before and you can do it again. All you need to do is find a proper balance. You need to remember that things are never black and white but always shades of gray. Most importantly you should never ever run away from a challenge.”

“And this is a challenge…” Glory’s voice trails off.

“Correct. So do our father proud and do not run away from it.”

There is a tense pause as Glory considers her sister’s words. Finally Braddock takes another big swig of her Guinness and sets it down, she sighs and nods her head.

“Ok, you win.”

“I always wanted to hear you tell me that.” Sophie smirks.

“Don’t get used to it.” Glory snickers. “But yes, I’ll give it a try.”

Hello everyone. A lot of people know me here and some of you don't which is completely ok too - because it is my fault. For those who don't know me, my name is Charlie. It was never my intention, but I have become a bit player on the SCW scene, because of work. Because of time. Because of illness. (Yeah there is the issue of a severe stroke which nearly killed me 10 years ago and left me a hemiplegic).

This game and particularly this community have given me so much. I don't want to be a bit player anymore. I have been an efedder for 30 years and the last 14 of those have been in SCW. 8 of those years have included my character that is probably the most associated with me, Simon Lyman. Most people know him because he was my first character 30 years ago and I have played him for 23 years total now. Simon and I have grown up together in a lot of ways.

Simon was retired once, but I want to give his career a proper send off because it is the right time for me, not anyone else's, to give him that proper send off. So that is one New Years Resolution, to say that this will be end of Simon's career this year. I don't know when yet, but at some point this year, I will retire Simon, permanently, this time. It just feels right. Because that's life, everything changes, and all things must come to an end eventually. Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened

My other SCW New Years Resolution is simply to be here. Because the only way I can give Simon a proper send off is if I am here to RP with him. So I plan to be. I can't promise you my very best I can for each and every RP I write like I have in past years, but I will promise now that what I produce each event going forward will be my very best I can produce at that time. Other than that, my New Years Resolution is just to have fun, as always. Otherwise, it becomes like a job and I already have one of them.

But enough about me, SCW community, what are your New Years Resolutions for 2026?

Shattered Reality Night One: https://www.supremecw.com/results/ppv/sh...ne2025.htm

Shattered Reality Night Two: https://www.supremecw.com/results/ppv/sh...wo2025.htm

Sorry about the vanishing quotation marks and apostrophes. I'm going to try and fix that tomorrow.

Fatal Fortunes returns to start 2026. It is a night where every active competitor is booked. Every match is randomly determined, from stipulations to title opportunities. Every championship will be defended at least once. Champions can potentially be booked twice. Tag Teams can conceivably be booked together or separately in singles competition. What does fate have in store for you?

Deadline for BOTH shows is Wednesday, January 7, 2026 at 11:59:59 pm ET. 2 RP Limit for each competitor.

Night One takes place in Saitama, Japan; Night Two takes place in London, Ontario, Canada.

To roleplay, please just post a roleplay in its own thread. If you are roleplaying more than once for a wrestler, please keep both roleplays in the same thread to make it easier for me to keep track.

Hi all,

Wanted to give a quick update and place it here so everyone sees it whether they're on the Discord or not.

I want to first apologies for the delay on Shattered Reality. Ultimately, I had some work related matters to deal with during the week of roleplaying and then with Christmas coming up, I elected to focus on my paid job and spending time with family, given that we were having a break anyways. As I then started to write things, I started to just write the shows solo (for the most part - the handlers of Cid and James Evans, who both have written matches for SCW in the past, are working together on their match). The matches are all started, I've read everything, I just need to have the time to sit down and finish the shows (and hope that the hydro lasts, given the harsh weather we are experiencing where I live). The plan is to have it up to close out 2025.

As for the schedule, I've eliminated the January 1 show, but am going to go right into Fatal Fortunes for the first two shows of the year. This serves two purposes - 1) It's an easy card to book. Everyone is booked and I don't have to worry about people being double-booked so close together and 2) It allows me to start off the year on the foot I really need to. I can then have two fun shows I can jump into, and two shows that are match heavier, which allow me to have a better chance to get them up faster and start the year on the right foot schedule wise. Night One takes place in Saitama, Japan, while Night Two takes place in London, Ontario. Deadline for BOTH shows is Wednesday, January 7 at 11:59:59 pm ET. Both cards will be FULLY randomized, including stipulations, and between both shows every title will be defended at least once.

One final note - I will be hosting some form of end of the year awards, but they will be hosted on the website as I want to get back into regular updates to take advantage of that and just get back into good organizational habits that I've fallen out of doing.

Otherwise, I hope everyone is having a great holiday season.

All the best,

Olek

Before contracts are signed and bells are rung, there’s a quiet morning in Pittsburgh—coffee on the counter, football on the schedule, and a family that grounds everything. As 2025 comes to a close, Ethan Cross finds himself at the intersection of responsibility and purpose, with the winds of change beginning to blow toward 2026.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1naBK...sp=sharing

[Wanted to do a little introduction for my character. Hope you enjoy.]

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PERSONAL INFORMATION
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Wrestler's Alias: Federico Gasperoni

Wrestler's Real Name: Federico Gasperoni

Pic Base: Kyle Fletcher



Height: 5.11

Weight: 230 (He will get bigger as time goes on as he's a young guy at the moment)

Birth Place: Dogana, San Marino

Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia

Physical Description: He's so earnest about his body that he wears nothing but light blue trunks with light blue pads and light blue elbow pads. He also wears black boots. He's nothing but passionate about his entire body.


WRESTLING INFORMATION
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Wrestling Style: Powerhouse/Hardcore

Alignment (Face/Tweener/Heel): Heel

Theme Song: Body and Blood by A Perfect Murder


Finishers: Perfection Body Driver

Finishers Descriptions (If Needed): Belly-to-belly piledriver



Signature Moves: Recking Disgusting Bodies

Signature Moves Descriptions (If Needed): Argentine backbreaker rack



Common Moves:

Pendulum backbreaker

German Suplex

European Uppercut

Running Power Bomb

Release German Suplex

Fujiwara Armbar

Fireman's carry sitout powerslam

Running Corner Shoulder Block

Sidewalk Slam

Reverse Powerbomb

Arm twist ropewalk chop

Chop block

Spinebuster

Facebreaker knee smash

Indian Deathlock

Bodyslam

Running DDT

Facewash

Military press slam

Running Bulldog



Strengths: Can do any wrestling moves in the ring due to his size and specialises in taking care of his body as he will always show up in shape without taking drugs or alcohol.

Weaknesses: His inexperience, arrogance, and his extreme vanity, which would cost him matches because he shows off way too much of his body. Even poses in front of fans to show off his good looks.



Entrance: Body and Blood by A Perfect Murder plays over the sound system as Federico walks through the curtain, holding up his San Marino flag, wearing San Marino flag light blue flame trucks with The European Fiery Nation logo attached to his trunks, wearing light blue elbow pads and light blue knee pads and black wrestling boots with Ginny Raab behind him. He gets many boos as he walks to the ring, ignoring the fans. He stands on the ramp, kissing his biceps and saying he's got a perfectionist body.

Phillips: “From Dogana, San Marino, accompanied by Ginny Raab, he is Federico Gasperoni!”

He goes on his knees and flexes his body more and kissing each bicep before he gets off his knees and walks straight to the ring and steps through the ropes as he lets Ginny in the ring and kisses his body biceps each time and showing off his six pack and everything about his body, taking his body extremely seriously, saying he has the best body in professional wrestling before he lets Ginny out of the ring and he waits for the next opponent to come out.


Biography: Federico Gasperoni comes from Dogana, San Marino, where his passion for bodybuilding and the gym began, as his father was a bodybuilder and owns a gym in his hometown. Ever since he saw wrestlers on TV, most people watch wrestling for their personalities and moves, but in Federico's case, it was the wrestlers' bodies and how they looked, as well as their power. He started going to the gym at the age of thirteen, and all he wanted to do was work out on the machines. He also attended a local wrestling school because he wanted to do more than just be a bodybuilder, like his father; he wanted to showcase his skills in bodybuilding competitions beyond just his physical appearance. He wanted to be a major professional wrestling star. With his good looks and talent, he started looking for wrestling promotions in America. While all wrestling promotions and schools were attracted to Federico, the Atlanta Wrestling Alliance company was the most appealing to him, as he discovered that Dakon and Ludvig were also wrestlers there. After his match some months ago, he accidentally bumped into Ludvig. He got talking about the European Fiery Nation and how he, along with Dakon, was inspired to be a professional wrestler along with the Atlanta Wrestling Alliance company owner told Federico to team with Dakon, Ludvig and Kemal because of the European roots which he also told Ludvig about too. A couple of weeks later, he met both Konrad and Kemal and instructed them to begin training at the wrestling school in Germany. Now he was a professional wrestler in SCW and was the first San Marino Wrestler in the company. He's also the only member of the team to be taken, as he has a girlfriend named Olivia, whom he met at a local gym in Atlanta, Georgia. She was attracted to his body and how caring he was to her as well.

SCW World Championship

Shattered Reality Match

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: WEDNESDAY, December 17, 2025 at 11:59:59 pm ET (NOTE THE DEADLINE – this is for both shows)

Konrad Raab’s Last SCW Match

Underground Rules

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: WEDNESDAY, December 17, 2025 at 11:59:59 pm ET (NOTE THE DEADLINE – this is for both shows)

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: WEDNESDAY, December 17, 2025 at 11:59:59 pm ET (NOTE THE DEADLINE – this is for both shows)