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| Deadline extended |
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Posted by: supremecw - 12-05-2023, 11:43 PM - Forum: Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023
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Match deadline extended to SATURDAY NIGHT (December 9, 2023 at 11:59:59 pm ET) for everyone. This is to accommodate the late posting for the previous deadline (And frankly, I wanted to spend time with my puppy. So if you don't like it...meh. Look at her pictures on the Discord. Tell me you can say no to that face!)
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| Religious Wright FATAL FORTUNES |
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Posted by: Braddock - 12-05-2023, 12:21 PM - Forum: Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023
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Religious Wright’s spiritual journey throughout Supreme Championship Wrestling has been a tumultuous roller coaster ride to say the very least…ok, that’s being generous. The truth is that it has been a complete disaster from the beginning. Wright had lost his first few matches before pegging his hopes for a revival upon James Evans. Only James Evans would betray Wright, sending Wright on a further downward spiral of defeat after defeat. Even Wright’s other money making schemes, such as his documentary about his life story, has been delayed considerably thanks to the losses he has suffered thus far in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Wright is beginning to believe that SCW truly is Satanic Championship Wrestling and that it is the work of the devil that is keeping him from success. Still, someone as brave (or dumb?) as Wright refuses to give in this easily. Pastor John Wright continued to pray for an answer, for a new path forward. His answers were answered in the form of a new guide, a new prophetess named Selena Frost.
Everyone loves Selana Frost! Well, everyone except the unsaved heathens, and they can just go to hell! Wright is looking for souls who are interested in NOT going to hell and Selena Frost is the way, the truth, and the light…or is that Jesus? It doesn’t matter. As long as she makes him money and helps advance his career, both his spiritual career and his professional career in Satanic Championship Wrestling. But first and foremost among his tasks this day is to speak to the church attorney Henry Bassinger.
“Ok Henry!” Wright is sitting at his desk in the church office. The walls are lined with posters of Selena Frost galore and Selena Frost mugs, Selena Frost action figures, and other Selena Frost merchandise all over the office. Wright himself is wearing a Selena Frost t-shirt. Sitting across from him is the church attorney, Henry Bassinger. But as one can tell based on the man’s appearance, this isn’t exactly what it appears. Henry is wearing a raggedy very dirty, soiled shirt, torn red workout sweatpants and sneakers with holes in them. He has long raggedy gray hair and a long unkept gray beard. He is wearing gloves that have holes in the fingertips.
“My name is George…”
“Not anymore, my redeemed and saved brotha in Frost! Your name is Henry Bassinger! Now come on, Henry, we need to cut through this legal red tape so my lawsuit against the Canadian Hell Beast Kid, Satanic Championship Wrestling, and Ace Sky can go through the legal system rather quickly.”
“But I’m not a lawyer…I’ve never been to law school…I don’t even live anywhere…”
“Nonsense. I found a completely credible-looking website that says ‘lawyer certificate for two hundred dollars.’ I bought and paid for that certificate and now you are a lawyer.”
“I don’t know much, Pastor, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that.”
“Nonsense!” Wright scoffs. “It works that way because OUR LAWD says so! It works that way because SELENA FROST says so! Who would defy the will of our majesty the majestic Snow Queen?”
“Kandis.”
Wright rolls his eyes. “Other than her.”
“Adam Allocco.”
“Other than him!”
“James Evans.”
“DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME IN MY PRESENCE AGAIN!” Wright slaps George…err, Henry. “For a supposedly homeless man you sure as hell keep up with Satanic Championship Wrestling. Now since you obviously keep up then you must know how important it is that I am successful in this lawsuit against CHBK, SCW, and Ace Sky. They will overturn that unfair, ungodly, unSelena decision against me and declare ME the winner or they will pay me ten million dollars!”
“Didn’t you lose to Ace Sky?”
“Yes, because the referee is CLEARLY in league with Satan!”
“He was just doing his job. It wasn’t his fault.”
Wright ponders the word of George…Henry…for a moment. “Y’know, you might be right my brotha. It really isn’t the referee’s fault and I won’t sue him.”
“Good.”
“I’LL SUE AMY CHASTAINE INSTEAD!”
“What?!” The homeless man exclaims in shock.
“No, it makes perfect sense! It isn’t CHBK’s fault, certainly not Satanic Championship Wrestling’s fault. The only logical explanation for the referee screwing me over is because Amy Chastaine…A SELF-PROFESSED WITCH…put a spell on him to make him screw me over!”
“Pretty sure that’s not how it works, Pastor.”
“Yes it is! Now add her to the lawsuit! I will sue her and Ace Sky for performing witchcraft without a license! Also religious persecution. I am being persecuted for my faith in Selena Frost.”
“I’m pretty sure they are more religiously persecuted than you, Pastor.”
“Silence, Henry! Remember what I’m paying you to do!”
“You’re not paying me anything, Pastor.”
It is at that moment, before Wright can say anything else completely and utterly ridiculous, that the door to his office opens. Brother Douglas enters the room wearing dirty denim overalls and a white t-shirt. He is grinning from ear to ear.
“Pastor Wright! I have great news!”
“Did Selena Frost descend from the heavens with glory and majesty?”
“No…” Douglas answers. Wright sighs with a sense of disappointment.
“What is it, then?”
“The Selena Frost Truck has arrived.”
“Brilliant!” Wright’s expression lights up. “Does it look like I specified?”
“It is larger than Grave Digger and has Selena’s image on it. On the side it reads ‘I Believe!”
“Perfect! You did well, Brother Douglas! I am going to ride my Selena Frost Monster Truck to the ring on Breakdown for Fatal Fortunes! The sheer look of power I wield with that machine will intimidate my opponent into submission!”
“Also your five o’clock appointment is here.”
“Your sister?” Wright asks. “The church secretary.”
“Yes.”
“Well tell her that the wild animalistic sex on the church altar will have to wait. I have other business to attend to. Namely, our SCW Universal Undisputed Worldwide Heavyweight Tag Team Champions of the Galaxy La Pequina Luz and Amelia Blythe, Light in the Darkness. They are the best friends of Selena Frost. They can get me through to her. Have they responded to my invitation to join the church?”
“No…” Douglas answers “...but we two indie wrestler knock offs named La Penguin LOL and Armenia Blight did accept your invitation.”
“They’re the team known as Dark in the Lightness?”
“Yes, that’s them.” Douglas nods his head.
“Well we can always use a few good ushers for the church. Let them know they’re in.”
“I will.”
“Now tell me, Brother Douglas, with Breakdown approaching quickly and my victory coming near, who will be my victim? Who shall fall before the mighty wrath of Religious Wright wielding the godly power of Selena Frost?”
“Uh…well…” Brother Douglas shrugs his shoulders “...I don’t really know.”
“How do you not know?” Wright asks. “I should know who my opponent is. It’s only fair!”
“Sorry, Pastor, but that’s not how Fatal Fortunes works. Every single match the next two weeks will be randomly drawn. This includes match types. You might end up competing in an Underground Match…”
“Underground?! I will not go underground to…”
“That’s not to be taken literally, Pastor. Anyway, you could also get a tag match. Or maybe a ladder match? Anything you could think of is a possibility. And every active member of the roster is fair game to be chosen for a match. So it could be you against…”
“Deanna Frost?! MY GODESS’s WIFE! THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION?!”
“Well…possibly.” Douglas nods his head. “Or maybe, better yet, the SCW World Champion ASHER HAYES!” Douglas hopes this will excite the pastor. But Wright looks confused.
“Wait…the President of the United States is US Champion? Huh, I suppose that makes sense.”
“No, no, that’s Rutherford B Hayes.”
“I thought he was a music composer and a singer?”
“No, that’s Isaac Hayes.”
“I thought that was that cute actress who won an academy award?”
“That’s Helen Hayes.”
“I thought that was the former head coach of Ohio State who got in trouble for cussing out a referee.”
“That’s Woody Hayes.”
“I thought that was the guy who played the red alien Carnage creep in the marvel superhero flicks?”
“That’s Woody Harellson.”
“Then who the hell am I thinking of?!”
“Asher Hayes.”
“Well I had no idea that he had not only served as President of the United States AND became SCW World Champion! It will be my honor to dethrone him…”
“...IF you get drawn to face him.” Douglas points out. “You might get drawn to face…oh…Kirsten Scott!”
“...I thought that was the attractive lady who played Mary Jane in the Spider Person flicks?”
“That’s Kirsten Dunst.”
“I thought she was a politician from New York?”
“That’s Kirsten Gillibrand.”
“I thought that was the girl who played in the Disney channel kiddie movie trilogy?”
“That’s Kirsten Storms.”
“Then who the hell am I thinking of?!”
“Kirsten Scott.”
“I refuse to fight a sitting US Senator.” Wright shakes his head. “That is unholy of me. Selena Frost would not appreciate it.”
“Well whoever you face is outside of your control, Pastor Wright. It may even be outside of Selena Frost’s control.”
“Hogwash!” Wright declares. “Nothing is beyond Selena’s control! Let us bow our heads and pray!”
Wright and Douglas bow their heads and shut their eyes. Meanwhile, the homeless man George…or is it Henry…uses this opportunity to escape…
“MY LAWD and MY GODDESS Selena Frost…I come to you this day asking for you to smile down upon me! Smite my enemies! Smite Ace Sky! Smite the heathen HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED! Smite Satanic Championship Wrestling and those who have rejected your message of integrity! Smile down upon your true believers and grant me, your servant, a match at Fatal Fortunes against…someone particularly easy for me to defeat…in your Frosty name we pray…AAAAAAMEN!”
Wright and Douglas open their eyes. Wright looks around and notices his “lawyer” is missing. His face goes red with rage. “WHERE THE FUCK DID HENRY GO?!”
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| Fatal Fortunes Promo - Kirsten Scott |
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Posted by: TheOne - 12-05-2023, 05:08 AM - Forum: Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023
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{PROMO}
As we come to the end of my, well, second year in SCW, I am beginning to become a bit reflective on what has and has not gone right. What has? I've begun to initiate the change in culture that had been plaguing Supreme Championship Wrestling for YEARS. I have been the catalyst who has empowered those who felt like they "couldn't compete" with the superstars of the time, even though they were all just male and female Xeroxed copies of one another...
And as a wise man once said... Tell me when I'm lying...
For the longest time, SCW was dominated by a cookie-cutter coalition, who saw it as their mission to play hot potato with championships and accolades, until their ego finally caught up with them. And then what did they do? They blamed one another. They blamed management. They blamed EVERYONE but themselves for the fact that their DEMISE was written in their own handwriting. And I was the one who came in to simply bind in, and distribute it for everyone to read.
That is one of my pluses. It's one of the things I look fondly on, knowing I have opened people's eyes to the paint by numbers talent that, yeah, I will shit on with every ounce of my being... And I won't feel bad about it. Those people led SCW to its brink of collapse. They led SCW to the point where it was nothing like it once was. But then the new breed, the new crop, those who actually CARED about the future began to step up and take charge, and while there are remnants of "ye olde days," it doesn't necessarily mean they are of the cancerous, and venomous, variety...
But that doesn't mean I haven't come up short in my goals...
You see, I knew, coming in, I was someone who wouldn't have a leg up in most instances. I was brand new to this business. I had been someone who had been on the streets, been someone relied on for security purposes, and that was my background. I wasn't a technical, submission specialist, or high flyer. I wasn't someone who knew how to utilize a light tube or barbed wire. I was someone who simply knew what she knew, and had become accustomed to adapting my style of physicality where necessary, and I assumed it would be an easy transfer into professional wrestling...
And I was wrong...
Dead wrong...
While I picked up the idea of the mind game and the idea of how to hold my own in the ring, I began to realize that was a lot more strategy that I wasn't prepared for. I realized that there was something in this business that wasn't just about being security or holding your own on the streets. This was a new venture. This was a new type of combat. And while I had some early success, with that came some very brutal failures and I wanted to say fuck it and quit. I wanted to go back to my comfort zone. I wanted to act like this was just something stupid that wasn't worth my time because they didn't play MY game... But I didn't... And I didn't because I knew I had a greater purpose here.
I knew I had something bigger to achieve here, so I stayed around, and I have been doing whatever it has taken, night in and night out, grinding match after match, for an opportunity to show the world who I am. Because as of yet, I don't care what I've done, Television Champions and Trios Contracts, that isn't defining me. What will define me is when I can no longer be overlooked. What will define me is when I can no longer be ignored. What will define me is when EVERYONE in SCW acknowledges the fact that I have brought forth a level of change that nobody could have expected from a complete rookie trying to establish herself amongst the best of the best...
So while I may have done some things... I may have one a title twice... I still have this record that indicates I'm a bastion of mediocrity and that, that is something I do not tolerate well. I don't care if I've beaten Syren. I don't care that I just came off a win against the former World Champion. My RECORD doesn't reflect that I have done enough to justify my goals in Supreme Championship Wrestling.
And that is why, I suggest everyone listen, and listen closely to one very straightforward, and blunt, and honest, and not in the least bit cryptic comment...
She takes a hit off of her vape and blows it into the camera lens. As it clears, she resumes talking.
My Trios cash-in is on the horizon, and when it happens, everyone who THINKS their someone will be put on notice because my cash-in will not just be about me... It'll finally be about proving a point, proving MY POINT, and if the new generation can't keep up, then I guess I will wage war on my own. But if they can, they will thank me later... In ways I will decide...
She takes another hit and blows it in a more randomized pattern, still creating a cloud around her, but when the camera is able to refocus on her, there is a smirk across her face.
Which then leads me to the penultimate moment to my Trios calamity, and that is one in and of itself. It is Fatal Fortunes. It is a set of events where nobody knows who they're facing, what is on the line, or if you're going to randomly be paired up with someone you hate. It's the epitome of randomization. It is the epitome of insanity. And honestly, it's something SCW needs right now because too many people are beginning to, once again, settle themselves into a "place," on the roster, and begin expecting that settlement to leave others out.
Why?
"Well I claimed dibs! That's why!"
So a night like Fatal Fortunes creates that layer, where, it doesn't matter how much you think you are squatting on an opportunity, it could be drawn from under you, and you could be falling into the pit with the rest of us chanting KALI MA, and waving as you descend into a burning abyss. And that's not directed at any ONE individual, it is directed at them ALL. You see, Fatal Fortunes is a giant clusterfuck. Nights where anything goes, and like I said, INSANITY at its finest, and that is what is aims to be. It aims to bring the best of friends and worst of enemies together for one match to really challenge that relationship...
If a title is on the line, can two foes coexist?
If a title is on the line, can two friends allow their friendship to flourish if they're on opposite sides?
Or will greed take its toll? Or will anger take it's toll? This is where a match like this creates a situation where someone like me, someone who wants SCW to simply put itself on the brink of implosion, thrives. You see, like I said, this puts friends against friends. Imagine a match, Ravyn Taylor versus Syren. Imagine that moment where the two most inseparable bitches in SCW history, who have banged half the rost, have to fight one another for something. Imagine the Frosts facing off one on one. Hell imagine the woman who beat me, the walking Pez dispenser, and her tag team partner being drawn to face one another. How do you think ANY of that would end up?
Would greed take over?
Would respect take over?
Who would be the VOICE of reason to say, "we don't have to make this personal, and it's just business?"
I guess, who would be the one to say it, and which would be the one to actually accept it?
It's insanity. It's calamity. It's what SCW needs. And for once, in my deepest of hearts, I have a feeling that fate and such will be on OUR side, as we watch matches be created that pit friend versus friend, foe versus foe, and in many of those matches, a championship on the line.
Now I'm no dummy in this situation. I am not an intellectually-inept individual who believes that I am going to be granted some big opportunity because I'm not. Nobody is. And I'm OK with that. I don't have this internal feeling I deserve something over someone else. If I deserve something, it'll come in the form of a match at the end of the year, but right now, I get to rely on the luck of the Irish. The luck of the draw... That is... Because THAT is what could present me with an opportunity that I would have never had in the meantime. I could be drawn against any old timer who thought they were relevant, like a Katie Steward, a Justin Davis, or even a modern day Deanna Frost, the fact is this match-up is one where they get as much preparation as me...
And let me tell you, that preparation is ZERO!
Because if anyone comes out in this draw, and singles me out, they better hope and pray they win the lotto on top of this match as well. Because this match is a random draw, you sons of bitches... This isn't a College Football Playoff, where they create the "best match-ups" for their personal liking. This is a real random draw. I could have some nobody, or, I could have the World Champion, and in that case, I would walk out the UNDENIABLE World Champion, out of nowhere. But If it's Random Opponent A, then far be it for me to treat them any different in this tournament than I would them crossing my path when I had some random-assed opponents trying to take the Television Champions from around my waist.
And Pez dispenser, if you hold it past Fatal Fortunes I'll be sure to lobby for my chance to take it from around your waist.
But the reality is simple...
ANYONE is on my horizon...
Champions...
Contenders...
Old schoool...
New school...
I don't fucking care...
Kirsten snarls and takes a deep breath into the camera.
I've been held back for too fucking long. So I don't care who crosses my path from this point forward. I don't care if you have a title to your name, a former title, or what, you're simply a VICTIM from hence forth. So if you, in this Fatal Fortunes event, be standing across me, I suggest you do whatever is necessary to make an alter, pray, worship, sing hymnals, whatever, to the deity of your choice. It can be the Flying Spaghetti Monster for all I care...
Because in the end the reality is going to be the same...
In the end, the SCW brass will have no choice but to acknowledge they perpetuated what happened during those dark years...
In the end, everyone will look at me and understand what I came here for...
And I'll be the first they all admit wasn't coming for selfish nature...
I wasn't here for championships... I wasn't here for accolades... I was THE ONE who was willing to put the douchebags on notice that someone was here to take their control and make it theirs. They will have to acknowledge that Kirsten Scott changed SCW for the BETTER, and in the midst of Fatal Fortunes, made sure no one crossed her.
Face it, folks... This isn't a call to arms... It's not a question of your credibility and loyalty... Instead it's something far greater. It is a question that YOU have to answer... Is there a yes and or is there a no?
If there's a no, you beat me down, you embarrass me, as I have been done my whole career. You make it a no you get the opportunity to tell this young bitch she she knows nothing of wrestling and she can go back to the hopes and dreams she lived by... OOOOORRRRR... Guess what happen to you old men? Guess what happens when a WOMAN takes charge?
The truth is you try and make legislation. But this is pro wrestling. So WHAT wlll you do to me, old man? What will you do to me, men of the same ideology? That's your call, you asshata. And if you want to step up to me, I will always post it on my website. But until then, my goal is simple. My goal has never changed. I WILL BE the top of the SCW food ladder. And if people want to try and stop me from doing it... Just remember, my Trios Contract is in tact, and while I have the idea in place, I could always change my mind, and make YOUR LIFE a living hell by focusing it on ANY of you...
Face it... We will win this at the end... And we Will DEFINE what it means to be a Champion!
With those final words, the screen slowly begins to fade to black with "The One" slowly turning her head to the side and watching the occasional car pass her by.
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| The Enigma Chapter 4: Veil of Shadows |
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Posted by: The Enigma - 12-04-2023, 04:17 PM - Forum: Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023
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Chapter 4: Veil of Shadows
Unearthing Thornbrooke’s Secrets Part One
In the heart of the nightmarish village of Thornbrooke, a place where darkness clung like a relentless specter, a tale drenched in malevolence and horror began to unravel. Elias Veil, a mere child, was plunged into a world fraught with chilling secrets and inscrutable mysteries.
Thornbrooke, untouched by the passage of time, was a realm where the past and present merged seamlessly, each cobblestone street and gnarled tree trunk whispering of the ominous forces that lay beneath the surface.
Before Elias Veil would succumb to the all-consuming grasp of the Enigma, he was but an innocent boy, vulnerable to the sinister allure of his surroundings. Thornbrooke, a place enshrouded in a veil of unfathomable darkness, ensnared him in its treacherous embrace. Every step he took seemed to lead him deeper into a nightmarish labyrinth, where secrets festered like festering wounds.
Thornbrooke's secrets were concealed beneath layers of deception, and Elias would soon discover that his own family was enmeshed in the enigma that gripped the village. His mother, Eliza Veil, had been burdened with the weight of an untold legacy, a legacy that was intricately tied to the enigmatic cult that held the village in its suffocating clutches.
Elias's curiosity about his father, a mysterious figure who had remained absent from his life, was a constant presence in his thoughts. He longed to unearth the truth about the man whose shadow loomed ominously over Thornbrooke. It was a desire that foreshadowed the perilous journey he was yet to undertake, a journey that would unveil the darkest secrets of the village and plunge him into a destiny he could scarcely fathom.
As Elias ventured deeper into the heart of the ancient forest that cradled Thornbrooke, he couldn't escape the sensation of being watched by unseen eyes. The ancient trees, their twisted branches etched with cryptic symbols, exuded an eerie malevolence that could not be ignored. Elias, even in his youth, felt an irresistible pull toward these symbols, as if they held the keys to a forbidden knowledge that beckoned to him with the promise of unimaginable power. The scars etched into the trees' bark seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, their sinister origins lost to time.
Unbeknownst to the young Elias, Thornbrooke held secrets that extended beyond mortal comprehension, secrets whispered in hushed tones, hinting at the foreboding mysteries that would eventually shape his destiny. These enigmatic forces would lead Elias on a perilous journey, one that would reveal the true darkness enshrouding Thornbrooke and, ultimately, transform him into the Enigma.
As Elias and Eliza delved deeper into the enigmatic history of Thornbrooke and the secretive cult that had plagued their family for generations, they found themselves confronted with increasingly unsettling revelations. Elias's research had led him to dusty, forgotten tomes hidden in the dark corners of the village's ancient library, where cryptic symbols and eerie illustrations depicted the cult's dark rituals.
Eliza, though deeply concerned for her son's safety, couldn't ignore the determination burning in Elias's eyes. She had witnessed the growing obsession within him, a relentless drive to unearth the truth, no matter the cost. She understood that Elias's journey was fraught with danger, but she also knew that it was a path he felt compelled to follow.
One evening, as Elias pored over the old manuscripts in their dimly lit home, Eliza approached him. She placed a cup of tea before him, her expression a mix of maternal concern and resignation. "Elias, my dear, you tread on treacherous ground," she said softly, her voice laden with a weariness born of years of secrets.
Elias looked up from the ancient tome, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "Mother, I must know the truth about the cult, about our family's involvement. It's the only way I can protect us and Thornbrooke."
Eliza sighed, her gaze fixed on her son. "I understand your need for answers, Elias, but you must be cautious. The cult's reach is far-reaching, and its darkness knows no bounds. Your father, Samuel, was once deeply entangled in its web, and it cost him dearly."
The mention of his father's name stirred a torrent of emotions within Elias. He remembered the stories his mother had shared, the pain and regret that seemed to linger in her voice whenever she spoke of Samuel. It was a legacy that Elias couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried.
"Tell me more about Father," Elias implored, his voice quivering with a mixture of curiosity and longing.
Eliza hesitated, then began to recount the tale of Samuel Veil, a man whose descent into the cult's darkness had left an indelible mark on their family. As she spoke, her words painted a vivid picture of a once-loving husband and father who had been consumed by the enigmatic forces of Thornbrooke.
Elias listened intently, absorbing every detail of his father's tragic journey. The more he learned, the clearer it became that he was on the precipice of a revelation that would forever alter the course of his own destiny.
In the heart of Thornbrooke, the ominous forest that cradled the village seemed to whisper secrets of its own. The ancient trees, with their gnarled branches etched with cryptic symbols, appeared as silent witnesses to the unfolding drama. As Elias continued his research and Eliza shared her knowledge, they both felt the ever-tightening grip of the enigma that was Thornbrooke, a place where darkness and secrets intertwined with the very fabric of their lives.
The blood moon ritual, a looming specter on the horizon, served as a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to engulf them. Elias knew that time was running out, and he was determined to unearth the truth before it was too late, for both his family and the village that had borne witness to generations of enigmatic horrors.
As the days grew shorter and the nights darker, Elias's obsession with the cult deepened. He began to piece together the fragments of information scattered throughout ancient texts and whispered legends. Each revelation brought him closer to the horrifying truth that lay beneath Thornbrooke's seemingly peaceful facade.
One chilling night, as Elias was poring over an especially cryptic manuscript, he stumbled upon a reference to a blood moon ritual that was said to grant unimaginable power to those who partook in its dark sacrament. The description of the ritual sent shivers down his spine, for it echoed the same ritual that had ensnared his father, Samuel Veil, and countless others before him.
Elias couldn't ignore the eerie parallels between his father's fate and the ominous whispers that surrounded the blood moon ritual. It was as if the ritual itself held the key to understanding the enigma that had plagued Thornbrooke for generations.
Driven by an unrelenting need to uncover the truth, Elias sought the counsel of the village's oldest resident, a mysterious figure known only as Old Man Hawthorne. The old man was rumored to possess knowledge of Thornbrooke's darkest secrets, and Elias believed that he held the answers he sought.
Their meeting took place in a secluded part of the forest, where gnarled trees with twisted branches cast long, sinister shadows. Old Man Hawthorne, his eyes clouded with age and wisdom, listened intently to Elias's tale of his father's involvement with the cult and his own quest for answers.
"You tread on dangerous ground, young Elias," the old man warned, his voice a haunting whisper that seemed to echo through the trees. "The blood moon ritual is a doorway to the abyss, a gateway to the very heart of darkness. Those who partake in it are forever changed, their souls bound to a malevolent force beyond human comprehension."
Elias felt a chill run down his spine as he absorbed the old man's words. The gravity of his quest weighed heavily upon him, but he could not turn back now. He had come too far, uncovered too much, to abandon his pursuit of the truth.
"Tell me, Old Man Hawthorne," Elias implored, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and determination. "Is there a way to break the curse, to free my family and Thornbrooke from the grip of this malevolence?"
The old man's eyes seemed to pierce into Elias's very soul. "There may be a way, but it is perilous and fraught with uncertainty. To confront the enigma that binds Thornbrooke, you must journey deeper into the heart of darkness than anyone before you. The answers you seek lie within the very origins of the cult itself."
With those cryptic words, Old Man Hawthorne disappeared into the shadows, leaving Elias with a sense of foreboding and an unwavering resolve to confront the enigma that had haunted his family for generations.
As Elias continued his research and delved further into the history of the cult, he began to uncover disturbing accounts of its origins, its founding members, and the dark rituals that had sustained its power. The more he uncovered, the more he realized that the true nature of the enigma was far more sinister and ancient than he had ever imagined.
Meanwhile, Eliza watched her son's descent into the abyss of Thornbrooke's secrets with a heavy heart. She knew that Elias was on a dangerous path, one that could cost him his sanity, or worse, his life. Yet, she also knew that he carried with him the hopes of their family and the village itself.
Thornbrooke, with its cobblestone streets and twisted trees, seemed to close in around them, as if the very land itself held its breath, waiting for Elias to uncover the ultimate truth. The blood moon, a harbinger of doom, loomed ever closer on the horizon, casting its baleful glow over the village.
In the heart of Thornbrooke, Elias Veil stood at the crossroads of destiny, his path illuminated by the eerie light of the blood moon. The enigma that had haunted his family for generations beckoned to him, its secrets waiting to be unraveled, and the fate of Thornbrooke hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of eternal darkness.
Elias had become engrossed in his research, his nights spent poring over cryptic texts and his days scouring the village for any shred of information that could lead him closer to the truth. The more he learned, the more he became convinced that the cult's presence in Thornbrooke ran deeper and darker than anyone had ever suspected.
One evening, as he was returning from the village's archives with a stack of old journals under his arm, Elias encountered Old Man Hawthorne once again. The elderly man was standing at the edge of the forest, his gaze fixed on Elias with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Boy," Hawthorne rasped, his voice like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "Ye be treading where ye ought not."
Elias halted in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest. He had heard the rumors about Old Man Hawthorne, the tales of his eerie prophesies and cryptic warnings. Now, here he stood, a living embodiment of Thornbrooke's enigmatic history.
"I seek the truth," Elias replied, his voice trembling but resolute. "I must uncover the secrets that have plagued my family for generations."
Hawthorne's eyes bore into Elias, as if trying to discern the depths of his determination. "The truth be a double-edged blade, boy. It can set ye free or bind ye to a fate darker than ye can imagine."
Elias felt a chill run down his spine, but he couldn't turn back now. He had come too far, and the weight of his family's legacy pressed upon him like a leaden cloak. "I'm willing to take that risk."
With a slow, deliberate nod, Old Man Hawthorne stepped aside, allowing Elias to pass into the forest. As he ventured deeper into the shadowy woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that unseen eyes followed his every move. Thornbrooke's secrets were a labyrinth, and Elias had only just begun to navigate its treacherous passages.
“Little did young Elias know that something much more dangerous was waiting for him. Something that was not hidden in the trees, something that was hidden within the blood moon that no eye could see and no ear could hear. That was me.” The Enigma’s dark, masked face comes into view, his voice deep and distorted, hiding deep dark secrets that no one dares to even try to figure out.
“The fate of one little boy rested in the hands of an entire community and I saved him from that destruction. Was I dangerous? Yes. Did I intend to harm young Elias? No. Instead, I chose to better him, to make him into something that he never thought he could be. A monster.” A grouping of dark, ominous laughter can be heard in the background, however, no faces can be seen with the laughing.
“And now, that same figure that lurked in the shadows waiting for whoever walks in my path in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Over the next two weeks in Supreme Championship Wrestling, you are all going to bear witness to what is called Fatal Fortunes.”
The Enigma's voice held a chilling promise, a foreboding aura that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. The air seemed to thicken with an unspoken threat, and the impending event known as "Fatal Fortunes" cast a shadow of uncertainty over the wrestling world. The darkness was closing in, and its enigmatic presence loomed over SCW like a malevolent storm.
"In Fatal Fortunes, the very fabric of fate will be torn asunder, and the destinies of SCW's competitors will be rewritten in blood and agony. Diamond Steele, Crystal Zdunich, and the rest of you who dare to step into the abyss, you will be tested like never before.
Each match will be a twisted tale of pain and despair, a glimpse into the abyss that lurks beneath the surface of your existence. You will confront your deepest fears and darkest desires, and I will be the puppeteer, pulling the strings of your destiny.
Prepare yourselves, for the darkness is hungry, and it yearns to consume you all. The Enigma's reign of terror has only just begun, and there is no escape from the fate that awaits you."
As the ominous message continued, the voice of The Enigma grew colder and more menacing. “This twisted spectacle has been orchestrated to test the very foundation of Supreme Championship Wrestling. At random, every single competitor will be placed into a match. Why? To expose the darkness that lives within all of us. Fatal Fortunes places us in positions that we may not understand, but The Enigma understands everything.”
The words of The Enigma hung in the air like a malevolent fog, settling over the wrestling world with an eerie weight. Competitors and fans alike were left in a state of unease, as the promise of Fatal Fortunes loomed like a shadowy specter.
The Enigma's voice dripped with a chilling certainty, as if he possessed an intimate knowledge of the innermost fears and secrets that plagued each wrestler. It was as if he could peer into their souls and extract the darkest aspects of their beings.
The rules of Fatal Fortunes remained shrouded in mystery, but one thing was clear: no one was safe from The Enigma's whims. Randomly selected matches meant that friends could become foes, and alliances could crumble in an instant. The very foundation of Supreme Championship Wrestling was on the brink of upheaval.
As the ominous message continued, the voice of The Enigma grew colder and more menacing, a haunting whisper that seemed to seep into the very souls of those who heard it.
"In the weeks to come," The Enigma's voice dripped with malevolence, "my opponent remains concealed, veiled in the enigmatic shroud that surrounds me. But be warned, for it matters not who stands beside me in the ring; they shall all become instruments of my symphony of dread.”
The imagery invoked by his words was as unsettling as the message itself. The competitors, regardless of their courage or prowess, were destined to play their roles in this nightmarish performance. The ring itself, once a symbol of competition and athleticism, had transformed into a stage for The Enigma's dark theater.
The anticipation of the unknown, the looming specter of what lay ahead in the ring, permeated the air like a suffocating fog. It was as if The Enigma had woven a malevolent spell over Supreme Championship Wrestling, ensnaring everyone in the web of his twisted machinations.
The wrestlers themselves had unwittingly become pieces in a macabre chess game, moved at the cruel whim of a malevolent mastermind. With each training session and strategy meeting, the knowledge that their destinies were no longer their own weighed heavily upon them. They honed not only their wrestling techniques but also their mental fortitude, knowing that they must steel themselves for the psychological onslaught that The Enigma had promised to unleash.
As the chamber's oppressive silence hung heavy, The Enigma's words took on a chilling intensity. The name "Crystal Zdunich" resonated ominously through the darkness, its very utterance summoning an unsettling atmosphere. His voice, cold and calculating, dripped with malevolence, each syllable delivered with a deliberate cruelty that sent shivers down the spines of those who listened.
"As for you, Crystal Zdunich," he hissed, the name forming a curse on his lips. "My message is clear, and you would do well to heed it. You may believe that you are prepared for the horrors that await, that you possess some semblance of understanding. But make no mistake; you know not the depths of darkness I can conjure. Your fate, like that of your fellow competitors, rests in the hands of the enigma that is me."
The words hung in the air like a malevolent incantation, casting an eerie pall over the chamber. Crystal Zdunich, once a savior of Diamond Steele, now stood as the primary target of The Enigma's malevolent designs, a challenge issued by a force of darkness that defied comprehension. The message was clear: a storm of horrors loomed on the horizon, and all who dared to enter the ring would be subjected to its relentless fury.
With his ominous message echoing through the chamber, The Enigma retreated back into the shadows, leaving behind a chilling aura of darkness and dread. The room remained shrouded in an unsettling silence, broken only by the haunting resonance of his words.
In the weeks to come, the wrestlers of Supreme Championship Wrestling would find themselves on the precipice of an enigmatic abyss, where the boundaries of reality and nightmare blurred into an indistinct realm of terror. The impending "Fatal Fortunes" event loomed like a malevolent specter, promising a descent into the unknown, where each competitor would face their deepest fears and darkest secrets.
Supreme Championship Wrestling had been plunged into a nightmarish odyssey, a harrowing journey into the depths of the human psyche, where the line between hero and villain, savior and tormentor, would blur beyond recognition. As the countdown to "Fatal Fortunes" began, the wrestling world held its breath, bracing for the horrors that awaited and the revelation of The Enigma's true, malevolent intentions.
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Posted by: Braddock - 12-04-2023, 11:07 AM - Forum: Breakdown - Fatal Fortunes|| Dec 7 & 14, 2023
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December 2nd, 2023
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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Glory Braddock knows just how good of a wrestler she is; she is one of the best wrestlers on the SCW roster. She has won just about every brass ring there is to win within the company with the lone exception of the SCW World Tag Team Championship, which would make her a Supreme Champion. This is why the tag team division has become so very important to The British Bombshell. It is the one landscape she has yet to conquer within SCW. Still, despite this, she knows that she is a very accomplished wrestler. Arguably, one of the best ever. Braddock knows how good she is and she has always preferred to let her own fate in wrestling matches be decided on her own terms. She wins if she is good enough, she loses if she wasn’t good enough. It is and always has been that simple for The British Bombshell. As her career progressed, Braddock would learn that the wrestling business is not always that simple. As much as she would like to think that everything between those ropes is under control, she has realized that once in awhile there comes moments when she is under the control of sheer luck and fate. One such moment comes up in these first two editions of Breakdown when SCW brings back the infamous luck of the draw event known as Fatal Fortunes.
Fatal Fortunes is not one of Braddock’s particularly favorite events, mainly because circumstances, scenarios, and situations are all outside of her control. She will not know who her opponent is until they step through the curtain, thus she has no way to prepare for them. Braddock will not know what kind of match to prepare for either, as any and every possible match type ranging from a typical standard match to Underground Rules and even tag team matches are all on the table as possible options. The only silver lining Glory can see is that it is, at least, an even playing field. Every other wrestler, including whoever her opponent (or opponents) turns out to be is faced with the exact same limitations. There is also another bright and shiny silver lining that Braddock cannot ignore and that is the fact that every championship in Supreme Championship Wrestling will be defended in Fatal Fortunes.
Is Glory Braddock a gold hog? No, but she does want to test herself against the very best. She does want to prove to the entire world that she is among the best wrestlers in the world. Holding championship gold in the premier wrestling promotion in the world today would showcase herself as among the very best. Plus the opportunity to maybe get drawn for a tag team championship and finish her journey to become Supreme Champion is there. Glory Braddock still has a bad taste in her mouth from how she lost the SCW Television Championship thanks to her cousin Kimberly’s Trios Cash In; this could be an opportunity to win that title back. Or the best possibility of them all, Glory Braddock could get a shot at the SCW World Championship. She held that title for a cup of coffee once. She could have another reign with it if she gets the lucky draw. So no, she doesn’t have any control about what her place will be in Fatal Fortunes. She just has to accept that. But the possibility is there for The British Bombshell to get very lucky and strike it rich with the opportunity of a lifetime if, and only if, fate decides to smile down upon her.
The problem for Glory Braddock is that she has had a difficult time trusting in the hand of fate lately. It hadn’t been that long ago when fate decided to reunite Glory Braddock with her former childhood friend turned childhood bully Melody Murphy. Melody wants to invest in Glory’s corporate empire and she wants to marry Glory’s best friend, Matthew Taylor. Braddock has found it very difficult to accept this, and she has found it damn near impossible to trust Melody when she claims that she just wants to be Glory’s friend again and to put the past behind them. Glory recognizes that she cannot stop the investment deal from going down and she cannot stop Melody and her friend Matthew from getting married. And after talking to her tag team partner Brittany Lohan, after talking to her adopted mother Aphrodite Noel, Glory is even willing to give Melody a chance. But she still cannot find it within her to fully trust her.
Still, despite her hesitation and reluctance to accept this new reality, Glory must find a way to cope with the fact that she and Melody are back within one another’s orbit. Melody Murphy is back in her life and, apparently, is here to stay. This is what brings The British Bombshell to Charlotte, North Carolina on this Saturday morning. Braddock isn’t exactly fond of Charlotte and typically on shows her face in the queen city for business purposes, since her company, Glorious Golden Enterprise, is headquartered here. But this trip isn’t about business, at least not of the corporate variety. Melody Murphy is marrying Matthew Taylor and Glory Braddock has agreed to be a part of the wedding ceremony.
The British Bombshell is dressed in loose fitting jeans, white sneakers, and a purple t-shirt. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back. She strides confidently up towards the opulent front door of the Charlotte apartment of Francis Taylor; Matthew Taylor’s older sister and the corporate president of Glorious Golden Enterprise. Francis also was once a childhood friend of Glory Braddock. Francis, Glory, and Melody once terrorized their community as a trio of mean girls. That was before Melody turned on Glory, for reasons that still remain a mystery. But now Melody claims to want to put the past behind them and Glory, despite her misgivings, is willing to give it a chance. Braddock reaches the door, which exudes sophistication. Glory thinks about how grand this whole apartment looks, and how Francis, like Melody has no qualms flaunting their wealth. But then again, Glory isn’t that much different. Glory used to be different. She used to prefer a humble environment, she never used to flaunt her wealth, but realizing that she, too lives in quite a luxurious home back in Miami makes her think that maybe she isn’t that much different from her former friends after all?
Before Glory can even ring the doorbell she can hear the door start to open. It opens and Braddock spots Francis Taylor standing there in the doorway, dressed in a black knee length skirt, black high heeled pumps, and a white silk blouse. Glory forces a friendly smile upon her face.
“Gloria! You made it!”
“Of course.” Glory says. “Is Melody already here?”
“Yes, I picked her up from the airport a couple of hours ago.” Francis motions for Glory to step into the home. Braddock sighs and steps across the threshold. Francis shuts the door behind them and then leads Glory through the elegant home and into the luxurious living room area. Once inside this grand living area Braddock spots the one person she trusts least of all, but whom she must try to be friendly with; Melody Murphy. Melody is wearing a red sundress with a hemline that stops just at the knees and simple sandals. She has a glass of red wine in her hand.
“Mels!” Francis announces. “Look who finally showed up!” Melody turns around and lays her eyes upon Glory. Braddock waves and flashes a friendly smile. Melody approaches her and embraces her in a hug.
“Glory! I am so glad you made it!”
“Yeah, glad to be here, mate.” Glory is somewhat struck by Melody’s initial behavior. The smile, the mannerism, the hug, all of it seems sincere. Melody even used Glory’s preferred name, not the name Melody used to call her when they were children. When they were kids, Melody and Francis always called her Maria, which is Glory’s middle name. But Glory insisted that she no longer identified as Maria. The fact that Melody is adhering to her wishes is a promising sign. Francis brings Glory a glass of wine. The three women then approach a luxurious cream colored sofa and sit down.
“Matthew told me the good news.” Melody says as her face lights up. “You agreed to be his Best Man…err, sorry, Best Woman.”
“Matty is a good friend.” Glory states. “Of course I would help him make that long walk into domestic bliss.” Glory chuckles softly. “Have you decided on a Maid of Honor?” Glory asks. Melody nods her head.
“That’s the best part.” Melody motions to Francis. “Francis and I have been close for a long time. I couldn’t think of anyone better to be my Maid of Honor than Francis. That means the band is back together.” Melody says with a knowing grin on her face. Glory, for her part, is a little confused.
“The band?”
“Yes, you…me…Francis…the band is back together.” Melody is grinning from ear to ear. “This is what I have always wanted; for the three of us to be back together again, just like the way it was before.”
“Yeah, that’s a nice thought.” Glory takes a sip of her wine. “But you must understand this, Melody. I am willing to give you a chance, I am willing to give you a chance and see if you really are sincere about being friends again, but remember what I said, it cannot be like it was before. It can never be like it was before. I am not the same person I was back then and I never will be.”
“Glory…” Francis starts to object but Melody holds up a hand to silence her.
“It’s ok, Francis.” Melody turns her attention back to Glory. “You have every right to be mad, and you have no reason to trust me, but I do want our friendship back. That is why I am so happy you accepted Matthew’s request to be his Best Woman, why I am so happy Francis agreed to be my Maid of Honor. This way, all three of us are once again working together…we are business partners, we are partners in this wedding, this is everything I have wanted and I want it regardless of whether it is with this version of you, the old you, whatever version of you. It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re my friend.”
“That’s a good start.” Glory remarks as she sips on her wine. “Anyway, since we are ‘partners’ again, what should we plan first? More wedding prep or do you want to talk more about the investment deal?”
“Neither.” Francis chimes in, shaking her head.
“Wait, what?” Glory looks confused. “Why did you bother asking me to meet the two of you here in Charlotte, knowing I do not like this place, just to chit chat?”
“Oh there will be plenty of time to talk shop or plan my wedding.” Melody states. “But today, I want to do something special, just the three of us.”
“What?”
“I want the three of us to go out and enjoy a night on the town.” Melody says beaming. “Just like when we were teenagers. Without a care in the world. The world is our oyster.”
“Now I know you’re bonkers.” Glory shakes her head. “We were kids back then and…”
“And so what?” Melody answers back. “What’s wrong with having a little fun?”
“It’s just that…”
“Look, if you want to talk business or do wedding prep we can do that later. But seriously, more than anything else I want my friends back, both of them. It has been a long time since the three of us went out and really had a wild night on the town.”
“We were teens when we last did that.” Glory answers. Melody nods her head.
“Exactly. So what do you say? Just one night. It’s all I ask.”
Glory sighs deeply. “I know I’m going to regret this…”
“But you’re in?” Melody looks hopeful. Glory nods her head.
“Bloody hell, why not?” She grins. “Yes, I’m in.”
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December 2nd, 2023
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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Several hours have passed since that initial morning meeting. As the time grew closer and closer for their planned ‘night on the town’ Glory began to feel more hesitant, wondering if she had let up her guard a little too soon? But it was too late to back out. She had to go and hit the bar scene with her friends. And yet as the hit the bars, as they danced the night away, as they talked and laughed, the more relaxed Glory Braddock began to feel around Melody and Francis. The more at home she began to feel with them. Not only had Glory dropped her guard but she completely obliterated what little guard she had.. For this brief moment in time, this night on the town, no longer did Glory view Francis as a manipulator or Melody as her childhood friend turned enemy, she just saw them as her friends. The trio of women are currently sitting at a bar, each with a glass of a fruity alcoholic beverage in front of them. They are all dressed to the nines and are laughing the night away.
“You know, Francis,” Glory begins “I’m married. Mels is about to be married. You are the only one of us not to be married?”
“That is funny.” Francis laughs. “I remember we swore to never marry because no mortal man deserved us.”
“And we were right.” Melody smirks. “But y’know, Glory is right, she and I have a special man in our lives, but that leaves you all alone.”
“So?”
“So we should change that. “ Glory says with a look of mischief on her face. She scans the room and spots a middle aged gentleman with a scraggly beard that goes down to near his naval. “There. I should introduce you to him.”
“Hell no!” Francis excclaims.
“He looks like your type.” Glory points out.
“Sorry, Gloria, but Duck Dynasty is NOT my type.”
“Ok, what about him?” Glory points to another man, this one is string thin, wears suspenders, and has thick glasses. Francis rolls her eyes.
“Nerds are not my type, either.”
“I think you’re just too picky.” Glory states. “She points to a man, obviously drunk, as he staggers out of the front door of the bar. Francis sighs with disgust.
“He looks like a pathetic pig.”
“Pigs are very intelligent animals.” Glory answers.
“But I am not interested in farm animals or drunks.”
“Well you need to find someone.” Glory insists. “If the band is truly gonna get back together then you need a man of your own too.”
“No chance.” Francis shakes her head. “I intend to remain single. I meant it when I said man does not deserve me.” Francis gently gets up off of her stool. “Now if you excuse me, I need to go to the lady’s room.”
Francis starts to walk away. Glory and Melody giggle as they watch her walk away. Once Francis is out of sight Melody turns to face Glory. “You don’t think we upset her, did we?”
“No way.” Glory shakes her head. “Francis has thick skin. Besides, she knows it was just a joke.”
“I know. Still.” Melody sighs uneasily. “We were pretty mean to you once.”
“I know that.” Glory answers. “But I’d rather not talk about it. I’m enjoying myself too much.”
“Really?” Melody asks. Glory nods her head.
“I didn’t think it was possible, that this would be a reality, but you know what? This whole night has been fun. I forgot how much I enjoyed these nights out with you and Francis.”
“We really were thick as thieves.”
“We ran wild.” Glory agrees.
“And you know what?” Melody lays her hand on Glory’s hand. “I missed my friend.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“I’m sorry, Glory. I’m sorry for everything. I know I’ve already asked. I know you said you would give me a chance but…” she sighs “...can we be friends again?”
“I think…” Glory grins and a tear forms out of the corner of her eye “...I think I’d like that.”
Before the two women can say anything else, this heartwarming moment is shattered by a loud explosion that rocks the bar. Glass from the windows are shattered and several patrons are screaming. Glory and Melody exchange nervous glances at one another.
“That sounded like it came from outside.”
“What do you think happened?” Melody asks. Glory shrugs her shoulders.
“I have no idea.” Glory steels herself. “But I’m going to find out.”
“Glory, wait…” Melody tries to stop her but its too late. Glory is already off of her stool and is walking towards the exit. Melody reluctantly follows her. Once Melody catches up she finds Glory Braddock outside the bar standing side by side with Francis Taylor. Both Melody and Glory are surprised to see her there.
“What are you doing here?” Glory asks. “I thought you went to the bathroom?”
“I did. I was about to return when I heard the explosion.”
“What happened?” Melody asks. Glory points over to a fire in the parking lot. Melody gasps as she notices that it is a car that has exploded, a car is on fire. And it isn’t just any car that exploded…
“That…that’s my car!” Francis exclaims. Francis tries to rush toward it but Glory grabs her and pulls her back.
“Don’t be insane!” Glory exclaims. “It’s dangerous!” Sirens can be heard off in the distance. The overwhelming reality of the situation quickly sobers the three women, but especially Francis Taylor, whose vehicle just went up in flames.
“I could have been dead…” she says quietly.
“I know.” Glory answers, trying to calm her by patting her on the back.
“You don’t understand.” Francis says. “I was going to suggest that we leave. I was going to return from the bathroom and I was going to suggest that three of us leave. We would have been inside when it exploded.”
“I know.” Glory nods her head. “But everything is ok.”
Glory doesn’t believe a word of what she just told Francis but she has to say something to calm everyone down. Braddock realizes the enormity of what just happened and how close to disaster the three of them just came. The band did come back together but they were almost killed together this evening. And Glory Braddock cannot shake the feeling that something else is afoot here and that this new problem isn’t about to go away so quickly.
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| Update on BD and more |
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Posted by: supremecw - 12-03-2023, 09:48 PM - Forum: OOC Board
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For Breakdown, November 30, I aim to have summarized results by Tuesday morning. I'm taking today to get settled after my conference and I should be able to put that together fairly quickly after I catch up on any work waiting for me.
For Dec 7 and 14, to clarify - start your own thread for your roleplay. You can post them together in one thread or do them each separately. If you handle more than one character, please make it clear who the roleplay is for.
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