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Sutter/Braddock vs. Owens/Adamson - supremecw - 07-16-2025
Clyde Sutter & Melinda Braddock vs. Chance Owens & Kelsai Adamson
2 RP Limit per character; 4 RP Limit per team (No word limits)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Saturday, July 26, 2025
RE: Sutter/Braddock vs. Owens/Adamson - The Assassin - 07-19-2025
1 of at least 2
A 3rd is possible, but it depends on how things go next week.
Good luck!
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May 2nd, 2022
Roslin, Scotland
Off Camera
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January of 2022 Melinda Braddock had reached rock bottom. She was at a bar when she collapsed from a drug overdose. Some hoodlum at the bar found her and things could have gotten far, far worse for young Braddock had it not been for her ex-boyfriend, the imposing and intimidating Clyde Sutter, stumbling upon them. The Assassin took Melinda back to a motel. He took care of her. He did his best to nurse her back to health. Most importantly for Braddock, he promised to keep her secret. Drugs and alcohol were not new to young Melinda. They had been introduced to her far earlier than they should have been by Clyde himself when they first dated. She had gotten clean once before and she was convinced she was on the right path. She had even completed training at her grandfather Glenn Braddock’s wrestling school in London, England, she had made a successful career for herself wrestling on the European independent circuits. But over time the stress and pressure of living up to the Braddock name, of being the granddaughter of a man as popular in Europe as Glenn Braddock, being the daughter of someone as popular all over the world as Glory Braddock, all of that pressure finally broke young Melinda. Drugs and alcohol were an escape. They helped ease the pressure and the stress. Unfortunately they also nearly ruined her. And one night in January she hit rock bottom.
She blamed Clyde for her situation. He did introduce her to the very drugs that she would get addicted to; but over time she realized that she couldn’t throw him under the bus. She had to take responsibility for her own actions. More importantly she had to get well, she had to clean again if she wanted to have a chance at once again having a wrestling career. Thanks to some of her own connections, as well as Clyde’s, she managed to find the help she needed. What’s most important to her, all of it was safe and confidential from the prying eyes of the public at large who knew the famous Braddock family. No one would ever know of her problems.
The front doors creaked open on rusted hinges, and for the first time in ninety long days, Melinda Braddock stepped out into the light without a staff member beside her. The chill of the Scottish air hit her first; sharp, brisk, and unapologetically clean. The stone steps beneath her feet were still damp from last night’s rain, and the skies above were smeared with drifting clouds, their grey edges tinged faintly pink from a sun just beginning to break through. Somewhere in the distance, birds chirped over the low hum of a nearby road, and the faint scent of pine and wet earth clung to everything.
Melinda stood there for several tense moments, letting the moment wash over her. The building behind her was a converted manor house, draped in ivy and shadowed by tall, weary trees. It is called The Julia Foundation and yes, it is named after her aunt, Julia Braddock. She was ashamed of what happened to her, she was ashamed of how she allowed herself to get caught up in drugs and how it nearly ruined her life and career. The young woman wanted to keep everything hush hush and quiet, even from her own mother Glory Braddock. Glory never had to deal with these kinds of problems. Glory held Melinda to a very high bar. She expected too much from her and would never have understood the pressure Melinda was under and why she ultimately gave in. She wanted to keep this a secret even from her mother and she knew her aunt Julia would help. Julia had to endure the struggles of drug abuse in the past and overcame it. She understood. The Julia Foundation building had loomed over high in the sky for months, its old walls steeped in silence. She didn’t hate the place. Not anymore. But she wouldn’t miss it either.
She looked different than she had when she arrived. Even her aunt Julia had told her so, but even without the affirmations, she could feel the change. Her once dull blonde hair now shone in the daylight, falling around her shoulders in clean, loose waves. Her cheeks were less hollow. Her pale blue eyes had regained their light, though that light now carried the weight of things seen and endured. She wore a denim jacket frayed at the cuffs over a simple cream sweater and black jeans. Her boots crunched softly on the gravel path as she hesitated at the bottom step, suddenly unsure of what to do next.
And that’s when she saw him. Clyde Sutter stood leaning against an old beat up car parked just past the wrought iron gate. His long black hair was pulled back in a messy tie at the nape of his neck, a few strands fluttering free in the breeze. He wore a worn black hoodie under a dark flannel jacket, jeans faded at the knees, and boots. She blinked at him, confused for a second.
“Clyde?”
He looked up, and when he saw her, something in his face softened. He pushed off the car with one hand and walked toward her, his steps slow and deliberate, like he didn’t want to scare her off. Melinda felt something tighten in her chest. It wasn’t sadness, not quite. Not joy either. Something more tangled; like relief laced with guilt, affection cut with memory. She crossed her arms out of habit, biting the inside of her cheek. Melinda stared at him for a long moment. A few cars passed by on the road behind him, their tires whispering on the wet asphalt. The clouds began to part just slightly, and a patch of sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting shifting shadows on the gravel.
“You seem surprised to see me.” He remarks as he stops just in front of her. He keeps a warm, friendly smile on his face. This is a look that she has not seen from The Assassin before. What attracted her to him initially was his bad boy, rough and tough style and appearance. But this smile is warm and caring. This is a side of Sutter that she has not seen before. She isn’t quite sure what to think. Braddock sighs and shakes her head.
“I just thought…well…my mom surely would find out by now…”
“Your mother still is in the dark.” Clyde states plainly. “Your aunt and I have seen to that.”
“How?” Melinda sounds shocked. “How can you keep something like this from her?”
“She was unaware of your aunt’s drug problems for over a year before she figured that one out.” He smirks. “Is it that unusual for you to believe that she would be unaware of your condition?”
“Ok, fair point…”
“Besides, your mother is busy traveling the globe, wrestling for Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, wrestling for Supreme Championship Wrestling, and helping to run and operate Global Championship Wrestling. Meanwhile you have been over here, across the pond, and as far as she knows you are still competing all over Europe in the European wrestling independent scene. Why would she question that? She’s too busy to question it.”
“And the few times she has questioned it, I suppose aunt Julia is telling her I’m ok and I’m still wrestling.” Melinda states. Clyde nods his head.
“Correct. See? It isn’t that hard to keep a secret. However, you DO realize that at some point very soon you must tell your mother about this?”
“I don’t think you’ve earned the right to tell me what I should and should not do.” Melinda says angrily. “I mean, I haven’t forgotten why I had to spend the past ninety days here. I haven’t forgotten who introduced me to the drugs that damn near ruined my life and career!”
The words are stinging. They are hurled directly into Sutter’s heart and they strike him hard. There is still an anger in Melinda’s own heart and soul, anger directed at this man. Yet as she stares at him with the rage that she feels, she cannot help but notice the guilt; no, not guilt, shame all over his face. This imposing man, this monster, Clyde Sutter, feels incredible shame and guilt over the part he played in getting Melinda addicted. It becomes clear to Melinda that Clyde still blames himself for everything that has happened to her. He blames himself for what she lost.
Yet it is not true. It may be justified that he should bear some of the blame but it is not right that he should bear all of the blame and guilt for what happened to Melinda. She realizes, despite her anger and rage, that most of the blame lies upon her own shoulders. She had gotten clean once before, she should’ve known better. She DID know better than to turn to drugs and alcohol as the solution to her problems. Yet she turned to the drugs anyway. Sutter didn’t make her do all of this; he just introduced her to it. She sighs and shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, Clyde.”
“Do not apologize.” Sutter responds quickly without missing a beat. “Your anger is justified. What I did to you was unconscionable. I led you down a dark path and I live with that regret every single waking moment of my life.”
“But you don’t need to hold onto that guilt by yourself.” Melinda shakes her head. “We were both at fault. I didn’t have to say yes. I could have said no.” She chuckles. “That’s what the eighties and nineties catchphrase is, right? Just say no?”
“Indeed.” Clyde smirks. “Good trivia, Melinda. You knew that and you aren’t even an eighties or nineties kid.”
“That one is embedded into pop culture memory now.” Melinda states. “Who wouldn’t know that one?” Suddenly Melinda sighs out of frustration. “God damn it…”
“What?”
“Pop culture…it just reminded me! My followers!”
“Followers?” Clyde seems confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Bullshit.” Melinda snaps. “You know what I mean! Facebook! Twitter! Tic Toc! All of it! I have been disconnected from it all, from all my followers, for over ninety days! I’m sure they’re already wondering what happened to me! Maybe even spreading rumors about what happened to me!”
“Melinda…” Clyde begins slowly, trying to reassure her, but she isn’t having any of it.
“You don’t get it! I may not have been as big a social media influencer as others, but I had quite a following nonetheless, and they are going to ask questions. Add to that the fact that my last name is Braddock and the rumors are going to swirl!” She starts shaking her head furiously. “This is a disaster!”
“Listen to me, Melinda.”
Sutter’s voice is much sterner and more demanding. This sounds more like the Clyde she knows, the one she dated. She used to be afraid of this voice commanding, almost demanding voice. But this time it is ever so slightly different. Yes, it sounds commanding but there is some softness to it. It is demanding but not angry. Braddock allows herself to relax and remain silent as she listens intensely to Clyde Sutter.
“You were wrestling all over Europe. You were a champion in the European circuits until you were stripped of the title due to a failed drug test. You disappeared off the map. Did your followers or any of the European fans express any concern over your whereabouts?”
“No…”
“Did you receive any fan letters while you were here in rehab at The Julia Foundation?”
“Clyde, they didn’t know I was there.” She states. “We kept it quiet, confidential!”
“Yes but they still could have sent you fan mail to the promotions you were wrestling for, or even to your aunt. Julia, knowing full well where you were, easily could have relayed those letters to you. Correct?”
“I suppose…” Melinda’s voice trails off. She is quiet and subdued as she senses where he is going with this.
“So I ask again; how many of your followers or supposed fans reached out and asked about your whereabouts during your time away from wrestling?”
“None.” Melinda sighs, shaking her head sporting a sad and distressed look on her face.
“You are a Braddock. That makes you a celebrity, especially here in Europe. The faster that your star rises, the more popular you will become worldwide. I can see it now, Melinda, just looking at you, the moment you get your opportunity at a worldwide promotion such as Supreme Championship Wrestling, you will quickly become a worldwide phenomena. You will quickly become a bigger star than either your grandfather or your mother.”
“You…you really think so?” Melinda asks quietly. Sutter nods his head.
“I know it. It is the natural progression of things. Your grandfather was great but your mother surpassed him. You will ultimately surpass her. You are a star, Melinda Braddock.”
“Thanks…” Melinda’s voice cracks as tears start to form in her eyes.
“You are a star, you are a celebrity, and these people…your followers and fans…people like them are entertained by two things; watching people like you succeed and thus living vicariously through you…you have done that through your vlogs, your twitter posts, your social media presence outlining your success story…but the other thing that entertains these people is when they watch a big star like you fail. Watching people like you fail makes them feel better about themselves and their own pathetic, miserable lives.”
The words are almost hurtful for Melinda, yet they were not directed at her. They are directed at her followers, her social media fans. It almost sounds like she is being lectured, scolded for trying to please them. She wipes some of the tears from her eyes.
“Clyde, I…” she shakes her head “...I just don’t know…”
“I know it is difficult to hear but what I speak is the truth. Do you think any of your followers or fans could possibly understand or comprehend the difficult situation you have just endured? Do you think they can grasp what it is like to have to follow in the footsteps of not just one but two legends in this sport? Look at other celebrities who have had problems and scandal; the Kardashians, the Osbournes, the list goes on and on. They are all judged and ridiculed by people who have no idea, who have no way of knowing their situation. If they were to find out about your situation they would judge you too. They would judge you without a second thought to the real life hell you have had to endure.” He motions to the looming Julia Foundation behind young Melinda. “You courageously checked yourself in and fought to get yourself clean. That is something to be proud of, not something worth judging you over. It is also something these people you call followers and fans would never understand. Now as you take your first steps outside of that building, looking to rebuild and reclaim your wrestling career, do not look to the support of your social media followers and fans, look to the support of those who look out for your best interests. Focus on yourself, Melinda.”
There is a tense and awkward silence as Melinda bows her head, mostly out of shame. She feels ashamed because she heard what Clyde Sutter just said about her social media followers and fans and, much to her surprise, she feels a hint of truth in his words. Long before these events she was a social media butterfly and quickly on the road to being a social media influencer on top of being a professional wrestler. She loved her followers and her fans. Yet these words from The Assassin ring true. She follows pop culture and she hears the news stories of celebrities getting into scandal after scandal and, instead of offering words of support, the public at large generally judge them and vilify them.
Melinda Braddock was once a champion in Europe but she lost it all thanks to her own bad decisions. But she was the one who fought back and got clean. She is the one who now has the opportunity to reclaim everything she lost. Perhaps Clyde is right? Maybe she should focus on herself? She looks up into his eyes. Sutter stares back, studying her closely. Her gaze is unreadable. He isn’t sure what is going through her mind right now.
“Clyde…” her voice trails off.
“Yes?”
“You asked me if I received any letters, letters from my fans or supporters or followers.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I did receive some letters, but they weren’t from any of my fans. They weren’t even from family, not because they didn’t care but because my aunt was the only family who knew and she kept it secret. I only got letters from one person.” She reaches out and lovingly takes his right hand into hers. “I got all of your letters, Clyde.”
“You did?” He seems surprised. “You never responded. I just assumed your aunt kept them from you because she didn’t trust me, just like your mother doesn’t trust me.”
“I know and I’m sorry. It was rude for me to not say anything. It was wrong of me to let you think I didn’t get them. I was just conflicted. Ever since we broke up I hated you. I hated you for how you treated me. Then back in January you rescued me from a situation that was bad but could have gotten worse had you not been there. It had been my fault because I got myself in that situation but I still hated you and wanted to blame you. Yet despite the constant anger and hate I threw in your face, you still helped me. You nursed me back to health until I was capable to check into the rehab. You kept my secret. All of that and you did it without asking for anything in return. I still wanted to hate you but it was becoming harder for me to hate you.” Melinda’s voice cracks. “Then those letters arrived…”
“I meant every word.”
“It wasn’t even what you said.” She chuckles. “But the letters were lovely. As much of a monster you are, you are capable of such beautiful poetry. But it wasn’t just the words, it was the fact that you took time to reach out to me so frequently. It was clear that you cared about me. Clyde, I didn’t respond because I was conflicted. I thought I was supposed to hate you but I…” she pauses, not sure if she wants to complete the sentence.
“Yes?”
“...but I, I think I love you.”
“You know I love you too.” Sutter remarks quietly. “I told you as much back in January. I still love you and I never stopped loving you. But I lost the right to love you, Melinda. What I did to you was horrible, it was a crime, and my punishment is that I never get to be with you again.”
“Come off it, Clyde.” Melinda states sternly. “I told you, we were both equally at fault. Besides,” she smirks knowingly “if I was the victim, don’t I get a say in what your punishment is?”
“What are you saying?” He asks.
“I’m saying that I want to give us a second chance.” She smiles lovingly at him. “We had great times, Clyde. You were my first real love. I think we can make it work.”
“Loving you is the one thing I have wanted my entire life.” He says quietly. “But what about your family? Specifically your mother? She hates me. She doesn’t trust me. She would never approve.” Before he can say another word, Melinda hops up and plants a kiss on his lips. Sutter even seems shocked by this. Melinda smirks.
“What do you think, Clyde? Do you think I care what my mother thinks?”
“Apparently not.” He grins warmly. “Yes, maybe there is a chance that we can work this out?”
“I hope so.”
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Vlog #60
Present Day
On Camera
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Hello my lovelies! Melinda Braddock, the social media queen, back again after three and a half years away from the social media spotlight! This is coming to you live on Facebook, the muskified twitter, Tic Toc, Blue Skye, Instagram, all of it. You name the platform and my face is on it because I am back. And I can see it now. I can guess the hashtags from my former followers: #WelcomeBack! #Mellamania! #RiseToMelinda!
Now while that last one might actually have a nice ring to it, and you know, I might even put it on a t-shirt to sell at the SCW merchandise stands at Rise To Greatness, the real fact is that you can all take your hashtags and stuff it. This vlog, my sixtieth vlog and return vlog, just might turn out to be my last. We’ll have to wait and see how Rise to Greatness shapes up, won’t we? But more importantly than that, we will have to see what Fate has in store for this vlog.
This is what all of you have been waiting for, isn’t it? All of you, my lovely followers, my former fans, you have been curious as to what happened to me? My vlogs disappeared off the face of your beautiful social media platforms. You had no idea what had become of my blossoming wrestling career in Europe. Quite frankly, I’m not sure any of you really cared in the first place. Face facts, people like me…successful, talented, beautiful people like me…you live vicariously through my successes because you cannot have that same kind of success. Equally you enjoy watching people like me fail because you know I am better than you and watching me fail makes you feel better about your miserable little lives.
I’m sure you were feeling those withdrawal symptoms from being without my vlogs for so long. But then late last year I made a grand return! My sexy gorgeous face showed back up on your screens! You were ecstatic, if only for a moment, until you saw that I stood side by side with the one and only man worthy to put his hands on this body…Fate’s Chosen Assassin Clyde Sutter. The harbinger of fate, Clyde Sutter. Maybe that would make a good hashtag? Go ahead, my little puppets on a string. Hashtag it! Get it trending! #FatesChosenAssassin! #HarbingerOfFate! Get it trending so that you idiots line my pockets with money! Make me and my man famous!
So what have I been doing while I dropped off the face of the earth? Well, that’s really none of your business, now is it? For a time, I enjoyed sharing my life with you. I thought we were all one great big happy family. But then my man pointed out that I really only needed to look out for one person and one person only…MYSELF! So I do not intend to tell you what I have been doing in my three and a half year absence away from this stupid vlog and your stupid computer screens. What I will tell you is what I have accomplished in my time as a professional wrestler.
Midwest Championship Wrestling Plains Champion.
Two time and longest reigning Midwest Championship Wrestling Tag Team Champion.
That little bit of information was a treat for you idiots. But for Chance Owens and Kelsai Adamson, that should serve as a word of warning. It should serve notice as to just who and what you are dealing with.
Kelsai at least should have some idea of who and what she is dealing with. She has fought my aunt, Julia Braddock, over in GCW. Little miss priss isn’t the saint she makes her out to be. Ask her how she cheated, conned, and manipulated her way to stealing the title from my aunt and holding it hostage. My man and I never claimed to be good people. We own up to who we are. If you idiots cheer Kelsai, at least know who you are cheering for.
Chance, Kelsai, you should both be well aware of who I am. I am Melinda Braddock. My grandfather, “Britain’s Best” Glenn Braddock, was a European wrestling legend. My mother, Glory Braddock, surpassed him and became a seventeen time world champion in multiple promotions all over the globe and a Supreme Champion in SCW. But me? I will surpass them both. In time my legend and legacy will be greater than both of theirs combined. I am not just Clyde’s sidekick who provides moral support during his matches. I am not his eye candy. I am The Third Generation Goddess and my legacy has only just begun.
Now my legacy brings me here to my first, my first of many, Rise To Greatness events. Chance, Kelsai, you should feel honored and privileged to be a part of my first Rise To Greatness match. It will, of course, go down as a loss for the pair of you, but still, you should feel honored nonetheless. And those of you losers out there, my former followers who are completely out of touch, who really have no clue, make sure to tune in to Rise To Greatness. Better yet, buy a ticket and watch it in person. Watch history. Watch as Fate’s very plans for my future plays out.
Fate is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?
Watch my legacy and legend continue to get written before your very eyes. Live vicariously through the greatness that is The Third Generation Goddess.
Melinda…OUT!
RE: Sutter/Braddock vs. Owens/Adamson - The Assassin - 07-25-2025
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July 7th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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The rusted gates of the Braddock Wrestling School creaked open. Even now, years after Melinda Braddock graduated from these grounds and stepped into her own career, the sound stirred something complicated in her chest; half pride, half anxiety. The school wasn’t just where she’d trained to be a wrestler. It was where she’d found a piece of her identity. Her grandfather Glenn Braddock left his mark everywhere within this facility. Later on, after his passing, Glenn’s daughter, Glory Braddock, would take over this facility and make it her own, though retaining much of the old Glenn Braddock charm. This place served as a reminder of discipline and her family legacy. This place, for all its grime and grit, had been sacred to the Braddock family. Which made walking back through these doors with Clyde Sutter at her side feel all that much more awkward.
Clyde towered beside her, as he always did. His long black hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, his deep-set eyes scanned the building’s facade with an unreadable expression. He used to train here too, but that was a lifetime ago and he was a very different man back then. He was a much darker and more dangerous person then. Back when he was all fire and fury and raw talent wrapped in a volatile package. Glory, Melinda’s mother, had seen promise in him. Clyde hit too hard, took things too far, fought like every sparring match was a street brawl. Eventually, after too many bruised ribs and one ugly incident that no one liked to talk about anymore, Glory Braddock had no choice but to kick him out. Clyde never came back. Not until now. But today is different. He is here on a mission.
Melinda glanced up at him as they stepped inside. He looked the same on the outside but she knew something had changed in him. He’d cleaned up, calmed down, started talking more about Fate and less about revenge. He still wrestled like a beast in the ring, but he’d learned to leash it. Control it. But no one at Braddock’s believed it. Not her aunt, not her mother, not the other trainers, not the current crop of students who had only heard the stories. Melinda hated that part most of all; the sideways glances, the tension in the air, the way people spoke to her like she was some naive girl falling for a reformed thug. They didn’t see the Clyde she saw. The Clyde who treated her like royalty, who would quite literally buy her anything she asked without a second thought. In fact, he would do anything she asked without a second thought and Melinda knew it. Clyde worshipped the ground she walked on. But that history wasn’t just going to vanish because she said he’d changed.
Melinda sighed. She could already hear the rhythmic sound of bodies hitting the canvas in the main gym. That familiar thud, followed by grunts and the occasional barked instruction, felt like home. She was proud to walk in here as a Braddock, proud of the work she’d put in, the legacy she carried. But she knew today wasn’t about her. To be perfectly honest, she isn’t even sure what today is all about. All she knows is that Clyde’s friend from Birmingham, England, Joey feels as if he is being stalked. First Joey felt he was being followed in Birmingham and so he fled to what he thought was the safety of the United States where Clyde let him stay in his apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina. But then that apartment was ransacked. Joey is scared half to death. Ordinarily Sutter would let Joey deal with this himself but not this time. Clyde is concerned that this may have little to nothing to do with Joey specifically and that it may cut closer to home.
“Are you going to be ok, babe?” Melinda asks with a note of concern in her voice. She recalls all too well the many incidents involving her boyfriend that ultimately led to him getting kicked out of the Braddock Wrestling School. The Assassin doesn’t seem too bothered. He simply nods his head, affirming that he is fine. For now.
“I may not have had the best of memories here but the honest truth is that most of this was my fault.” He looks side to side, scanning the room, taking note of the many stares he and Melinda are receiving. “Let them glare. Let them question me. Their doubts and criticism are justified. I beat up and hurt many individuals at this institution. I even roughed up a few trainers. All of it led to my removal.”
“My mom had something to do with it too.” Melinda says, rolling her eyes.
“She was right to do so.” Clyde remarks. “I was not a good man.”
“But you’ve changed.” Melinda insists. “And most of these people don’t know you the way I do. They just know your reputation. It isn’t fair to judge you off of your past.”
“Let them judge me.” He smiles warmly at Melinda. “The only judgment I care about is yours.”
“Fair enough.” She smirks. Braddock then twirls around, taking in the atmosphere, taking in these familiar surroundings. She grins from ear to ear, happy to have returned to her old stomping grounds. Sutter can’t help but chuckle.
“I take it you are pleased to be back?”
“Damn right.” Melinda says. “Hell, while we’re here maybe you can get a good workout in? Train for Rise To Greatness? This will be OUR first Rise To Greatness together, as a couple, as a united force within SCW!” Melinda is swooning as Clyde runs a hand through her long blonde hair.
“As lovely as that sounds, my love, we are not here for training purposes.”
“Right, right, I forgot,” she sighs “this has something to do with your pal Joey.”
“Correct.”
“Ok, then try and make this make sense, babe.” Melinda says. “If we are trying to help Joey, if we’re trying to find out who is stalking that guy, what are we doing at my family’s wrestling school? Joey is a street thug. He has no ties to professional wrestling except for the fact that he is YOUR friend.”
“And that very well could be the problem.”
“Huh?”
That answer did not help matters for Melinda. It only served to confuse her even further. The Third Generation Goddess opens her mouth to speak but Clyde motions for her to remain silent. The pair turn around in time to spot another imposing figure, almost as intimidating as Clyde himself, making his way over towards them. He is almost two decades older than Clyde but that doesn’t make him any more intimidating. This figure, wearing simply black gym shorts, black lace up wrestling boots, and a faded gray t-shirt is Mark O’Brian.
Mark O’Brian grew up as one of Glory Braddock’s closest friends. They were so close that Melinda considers him like an uncle and Mark is as protective of Melinda as an uncle would be towards his niece. More importantly, Mark is one of the trainers here at the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School and he is not very pleased with the arrival of Clyde Sutter. Why would he be happy? After all, Mark was the trainer Clyde beat up once upon a time.
“Mark!” Melinda tries to lighten the mood by rushing up to greet Mark with a big warm embrace. Clyde remains perfectly still for a moment while the two have their reunion, watching from afar. Upon breaking the hug Melinda looks up at Mark, smiling broadly.
“Great to see ya again, Mel. What brings you back here?”
“Oh you know me! I’m always keeping in shape! Between MWCW, MWE, GCW, and, of course, Supreme Championship Wrestling, everyone wants a piece of The Third Generation Goddess!”
“Yeah, you are doing well for yourself.” Mark smiles. He then looks back up at Clyde and snarls. “You know, maybe you should go and talk to some of the newer students, huh? Or maybe my sister Sophie?”
“Right.” Melinda rolls her eyes. “Just be nice to him, Mark.”
“I make no promises.”
Melinda walks off. With Melinda making her exit to speak with some other students, Mark is now free to have his confrontation with The Assassin. Clyde smirks as Mark makes his way over. A low chuckle escapes Sutter’s lips.
“You heard her, Mr. O’Brian. Be nice.”
“I’ll be however I want around you!” Mark snaps, an angry tone in his voice. “Ya know, I get why she’d wanna come back and visit. This place is her legacy. It was her grandad’s, it is now her mom’s, someday it will be hers. She learned how to be a professional wrestler by going through the same workout routines and classes these kids are going through today.”
“And my beloved is quite the accomplished wrestler.” Clyde remarks. “You should be proud of yourself, Mr. O’Brian.”
“Damn right she is a good wrestler!” This is quite the contrast. Mark is the angry one and Clyde remains calm, cool, and collected during this confrontation. “And yeah, she has every right to be here.” Mark points a finger at Sutter. “But you? You have no right to be here!”
“Why not?”
“Where the hell do I begin?! You were a horrible student! You never listened to any criticism. You took it all as an offense to your name. You were too ruthless, too violent, and too aggressive. You hurt students. You hurt trainers.”
“I recall that was just one trainer I beat up.” Sutter smirks. “You.” Mark slaps Clyde across the face. Despite this slap, Clyde remains calm.
“Shut up! Point is that you were kicked out! You do not belong here! So tell me, why the hell are ya here?”
“Perhaps I am just accompanying my fiance on a visit?” Clyde suggests. “You said yourself, she does belong here.”
“Nah, Mel knows better than to bring you along. You’re here because you insisted to come. I just know it.”
“Well then, you are not as dull as your sister often claims.” Sutter chuckles. “You are correct; I insisted that Melinda and I both come for this visit. But I assure you, Mr. O’Brian, that I am not here to reminisce, confront you, or even try to convince you and the rest of the staff here at this fine institution that I have changed. I know that convincing you lot of anything would be an exercise in futility.”
“Then you’re wasting my time.” Mark points towards the door. “Get out!”
“No.” Clyde shakes his head. “I need your help.”
“You need my help?” Mark laughs. “Now that’s rich!”
“It’s true. I need some information that you can provide.” Clyde states. “Tell me what I want to know and I will leave.”
“You know what’s even funnier than you asking for my help? You THINKING that I would actually help you!” Mark shakes his head. “No way! I’m not helping ya!” Mark starts laughing hysterically, which does annoy Sutter to an extent.
“What about Melinda? Would you help her?” Instantly Mark’s laughing ceases. He arches a brow out of curiosity.
“The hell are you on about?!”
“I’m in trouble, Mr. O’Brian. I do not know much, just that someone is being stalked. Someone is being targeted by an obsessive criminal, a thug. For the longest time I thought my friend Joey was the target. His past is rather similar to mine and he did a…job for me that put him in danger.”
“Some friend.” Mark scoffs.
“Now I suspect that Joey might not be the target. Perhaps I might be the target?”
“Great!” Mark snickers. “Maybe I’ll finish off what’s left of ya!”
“Now who is the good friend?” Clyde sneers. “Mr. O’Brian, did it ever occur to you that if I am indeed the target that Melinda, my love and future wife, might be in danger as well?”
This brings another tense moment of silence between the two. Mark O’Brian definitely does not want to help Clyde Sutter in any way. As far as Mark is concerned, if Clyde got himself into any trouble, its his own fault. Still, he does not want harm to fall onto Melinda. She never asked for any of it. Mark sighs and nods his head.
“Fine…what the hell do ya want from me?”
“You keep records of the students who passed through these hallowed halls. Correct?”
“Yeah, so?”
“I did not spend much time here before I was unceremoniously removed.” Sutter remarks. “All I need is a list of the students who trained during the same time period as me.”
“That’s it?” Mark blinks, he is somewhat surprised. “That’s all I gotta give ya to get ya out of my hair?!”
“I tried telling you but you insisted upon beating your chest like some angry gorilla marking his turf.”
“I don’t know what the hell that means but I’m sure it was an insult!” Mark snaps angrily. “But anyway, just…just stay here! I’ll be back with your damn list!”
The Assassin smiles with a mixed sense of relief, victory, and also a hint of nervousness. He has an idea of what this list will tell him. These were students he trained with, he worked with, and many of whom he injured. But there was one student in particular who, like him, saw wrestling as a way to get away from life on the streets, to make a good, just living. Clyde did not care. He was still the rage fueled monster that had no compassion. Clyde hurt that particular student so badly he was unable to return to the school, unable to complete the training, and unable to fulfill his hopes of becoming a wrestler. Sutter just needs to remember that name. This list will provide it. Mark O’Brian returns with a document in hand. He hands it over to Clyde with an angry grunt.
“There’s what ya asked for. Now ya can’t keep it. Once you found what you were looking for, put it back in the office and then leave.”
“Of course.” Sutter nods his head. “Thank you again, Mr. O’Brian.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Mark turns and walks off. Sutter quickly turns his attention to the list in front of him. He scans it up and down, looking for the name. He knows he will recognize the student and remember him when he sees the name.
Then he sees it. His memory returns.
“Callum Slater.” Sutter says in a hushed whisper.
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll and we open deep in the heart of a grand, gothic chamber. There we find two figures standing poised and confident, almost imposing. The chamber is steeped in shadow and candlelight, every inch of the space breathing brooding mystique. Ancient stone arches loom in the background. The flickering glow of wall-mounted candelabras dances across the high, vaulted ceiling. The cold stone floor reflects the soft gold hues of the firelight, warming the otherwise somber surroundings with a touch of intimacy. The man on the left is Clyde Sutter; he exudes a quiet but undeniable intensity. Fate’s Chosen Assassin is powerfully built, his posture relaxed yet commanding His black suit is immaculate; sharply cut, tailored close to his frame, every seam and fold crisp as if it were pressed by darkness itself. The jacket hugs his broad shoulders and narrows at his waist, and beneath it, his shirt is also black, giving him a stark, monochrome appearance that enhances his formidable presence. His long jet black locks falls past his shoulders, perfectly straight. It frames his square jaw. His expression is unreadable but intense; brooding eyes peer forward beneath a furrowed brow.
Standing beside him is his confidant, his partner in crime; The Third Generation Goddess Melinda Braddock. Her golden-blonde hair falls in soft, sculpted waves over her shoulder, glistening like moonlight on water. It cascades perfectly, drawing the eye downward to the smooth line of her bare shoulders and the glittering gown she wears; a strapless, champagne-colored creation that hugs her slender frame like a second skin. The fabric is intricate, dusted with delicate beading and metallic threadwork that catches the candlelight and shimmers with each subtle movement she makes. Around her neck hangs a dainty necklace with a single teardrop diamond, perfectly centered and adding a touch of refinement to her already regal appearance.
“Fate does not hold grudges. Fate does not play favorites. Unlike flawed, mortal human beings, Fate has risen above that. Fate is better than that and that is why Fate dictates the cosmos and not humanity. That is why Fate is at the top of the food chain and not humanity. Humanity, you are all just puppets on a string. You dance when Fate tells you, you jump when Fate tells you, and when Fate dictates that your time is up…well…” Sutter chuckles nastily and shrugs his shoulders “...well, your time is up and your Fate is sealed; not because Fate held a grudge, not because Fate played favorites. Just because Fate willed it into being.” The Assassin points a finger at the camera.
“Mr. Owens and Ms. Adamson, you hold this opinion that my beloved and I have some problem with you? You falsely believe that we are holding onto some sort of grudge. You are so very wrong. I am but a servant of Fate. I am Fate’s Chosen Assassin and I carry out Fate’s will. If you become a target of my assault, then it is because Fate has singled you out for execution. When you find yourself on the radar of Fate, you can instantly begin the countdown because your days are numbered. When Fate singles you out, then Fate has decided to put an end to you. I just happen to be the lucky individual gifted with the very rewarding job of carrying out these executions. I am the one with the privilege of eliminating those who are on the wrong side of Fate.”
“You just happen to be on the wrong side of Fate.” Melinda chimes in with a cold smirk on her lovely face. “And you only have yourselves to blame. Don’t blame myself or Clyde, we had nothing to do with any of this. Like he said, we are just carrying out Fate’s orders. Fate has no favorites and holds no grudges. Human beings hold grudges, that is the fatal flaw of humanity. That, along with pride, the greatest sin of them all, is what led to the fall from grace. You caused your own fall, Chance and Kelsai. You did and if you do not believe me then let’s have a bit of a history lesson, shall we? Let’s rewind time back to Taking Hold of the Flame. You DO know the rules of that match, right? Every man and woman for themselves. If you are thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the floor you are eliminated. Chance, you made your spectacular return and you hoped for a storybook, fairy tale ending with you winning it all.” Braddock shakes her head. “But you took your eye off the ball. You were not paying attention to your surroundings. You allowed yourself to be eliminated by my man, Clyde Sutter. Now Clyde didn’t win, either, but he was prepared to take his defeat and walk away. Right love?” Melinda looks up into Clyde’s eyes. The cold stoic Sutter nods his head.
“Ineed. Fate had not willed that I would win Taking Hold of the Flame on that evening. I accepted Fate’s will and was prepared to move on. But you, Mr. Owens, you chose to assault me. Why? How had I wronged you other than eliminating you? If I recall the vast majority of the other entrants simply took their defeat and walked away. But you threw a tantrum like a sore loser.” Sutter smirks. Melinda snickers nastily.
“That’s right, Clyde! A great big sore loser! A child throwing a tantrum, all because Clyde ruined your return. If it had not been him then it would have someone else…perhaps Xander Valentine or Cid Turner? You were not going to win Taking Hold of the Flame because Fate had dictated that you would not win. It could have ended then and there and you still have had quite a monumental celebratory road to Rise To Greatness. But instead you made a choice. Fate allows us to make certain choices and you, Chance, made a poor choice. You threw your tantrum, you attacked Clyde, which put you squarely on Fate’s radar.”
“Fate has now made its judgment…and it has decided that you shall be brought to an end at Rise To Greatness.” The Assassin remarks coldly. “Do you think what I did to you, Ms. Adamson, was because I held a grudge against Mr. Owens? Quite the contrary. If I a held a grudge neither of you would be able to walk again. You were but merely another casualty of Fate. Fate willed that you would be dropped on that steel on Breakdown so I made it happen. I made it happen because it was Fate’s will and because Fate wanted this to happen. Fate wants this match to happen at Rise To Greatness. Mr. Owens and Ms. Adamson against Fate’s Chosen Assassin and The Third Generation Goddess. Unlike Taking Hold of the Flame, I can safely say that we will be victorious, because Fate has dictated your end and we shall carry it out.”
“You want know another reason why we are so confident heading into Rise To Greatness?” Melinda asks with a smug grin on her face. “You two are taking this oh so personally. You are letting your emotions drive you. Like we said, you are holding onto this grudge, you are upset over something…silly. For you, this is personal. But for myself and Clyde, this is just a job. We are executing Fate’s will. You sealed your own Fate when you assaulted Clyde at Taking Hold of the Flame, you set this entire thing into motion, Chance. Blame YOURSELF for Kelsai’s destruction. Blame YOURSELF for your dream return transformed into a nightmare. Blame YOURSELF for myself and Clyde bringing you and Kelsai to a complete and total end at Rise To Greatness.”
“Your Fate…” Sutter smirks “...is sealed.”
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July 21st, 2025
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It has been two weeks since Clyde Sutter and his fiance, Melinda Braddock, returned from London, England and their unexpected and unannounced visit to their old stomping grounds, Melinda’s legacy, The Glenn Braddock Wrestling School. Melinda was welcomed back with open arms. Sutter, on the other hand, was met with cold stares, rude remarks, and specifically head trainer Mark O’Brian demanding that he leave the property. It was not the most pleasant of experiences for the couple; it was very awkward. It was a necessary trial and tribulation for the pair, because Sutter had a suspicion that he could find answers at the Braddock Wrestling School. Clyde’s partner in crime, Joey, had been stalked for months now. Even the place he had been staying at was broken into and ransacked. Sutter’s first reaction was that it was Joey’s problem, not his. But The Assassin now believes that perhaps he is the target, not Joey. Joey, after all, was staying in Clyde’s apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina. Could this individual be targeting Sutter and Joey is just an unfortunate victim in the crossfire? It is certainly a plausible theory, one that Sutter wants to pursue.
The early evening light drifted lazily through the wide bay windows of the living room, casting golden shafts across the polished hardwood floor and the edge of a soft, ivory-colored sectional sofa. Outside, the Miami heat still clung to the air like a second skin, but within the house it was cool. Clyde Sutter sat on the edge of the sectional, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped together. His long black hair, usually tied back in a rough ponytail or tucked beneath a baseball cap, was loose now, falling across his shoulders in slightly tangled waves. He wore a faded black T-shirt, stretched slightly at the collar, and jeans that had clearly seen better days, the knees worn to a near bare state. Melinda Braddock stood nearby, only a few feet from him, her arms loosely crossed, not in defiance but in quiet worry. The light from the setting sun caught in her long blonde hair, illuminating the waves with a honey-colored glow as it spilled down her back in effortless elegance. She wore a pale blue tank top and soft cotton lounge pants. Her blue eyes, usually alive with humor or fierce determination, now searched his face for a trace of clarity, some answer to the unspoken fear hanging between them. There was a vulnerability to her posture, a gentleness rarely shown to anyone but him. Clyde’s foot tapped against the floor with a slow, restless rhythm. Melinda glanced down, then back to his face, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, then closing again. The storm hadn’t come yet, but both of them could feel it stirring, invisible and inevitable, just beyond the horizon of this quiet room.
“Clyde, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Melinda stares long and hard at her man, gazing deep into his soul as only a lover could do. She has known him for a very long time. They have been through good times and bad times. Most importantly, she knows when he is hiding something and right now she is certain that he is hiding something from her. He has not been the same since their return from London, England. The Third Generation Goddess makes her way over towards the sectional and sits down next to The Assassin.
“You have been acting strange ever since we returned from London.”
“Rise To Greatness is the grandest event of them all.” He remarks slowly, quietly, and with little to no emotion. “It is my second Rise To Greatness. You are making your Rise To Greatness debut. In less than a week you and I have a lot of pressure riding on our shoulders, my love. We both need this win. The pressure is mounting upon us to perform at our best. I do fear that I did not spend our time in London at your late grandfather’s wrestling school wisely.”
“Is that so?” Melinda asks, staring at him skeptically.
“Yes.”
“Bullshit, Clyde.” Braddock shakes her head. “First of all, it isn’t like we are going to be in any real trouble. This is just Chance Owens and Kelsai Adamson. We have owned them Taking Hold of the Flame. They are emotional, they are angry to the point that they will make a mistake. You and I?” She shakes her head. “We don’t make mistakes. We will capitalize on theirs.”
“You sound so certain of yourself, my love.”
“Because I know what you are capable of.” Melinda remarks, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You are a former MWE Television Champion, MWE Riot Champion, GCW World Tag Team Champion, and former SCW Television Champion. You are a very capable wrestler.”
“I was thrown out of your family’s wrestling school.”
“And they were wrong.” Braddock states pointedly. “You have proven them wrong ever since you made your debut. You have silenced all of the doubters. And do not sit there and pretend as if you don’t believe this because I know you do. I look into those gorgeous eyes and I can tell that you love proving people like my mother wrong each and every time you set foot inside of the ring. I know you look forward to proving her wrong again as we compete at Rise To Greatness this year.”
“What are you saying?” Sutter asks.
“I am saying that the pressure of Rise To Greatness does not bother you. Our match against Chance and Kelsai does not bother you. And why should it?” Melinda smirks knowingly. “Fate is in control, am I right? What happens at Rise To Greatness is the will of Fate. At least, that’s what you always tell me.”
Clyde Sutter sits up straight and stares deep into Melinda’s loving eyes. He wanted to shield her from his own concerns and nerves but he can tell that his efforts were a failure. He should have known better. This beautiful young woman is just too smart, too intuitive, and she knows him too well. There was no way he would be able to fool her. Fate’s Chosen Assassin finally breaks his stoic gaze and forces a smile on his face.
“I was foolish to believe that I could pull the wool over your eyes, my love.”
“Exactly.” Braddock remarks. “When we promised to try again, to get back together, we agreed to be honest with each other. I know this match at Rise To Greatness isn’t what is bothering you, because every other Breakdown leading up to this point has not shaken you in the slightest. Yet for some reason, after we got back from London two weeks ago, you have been acting strange. Something happened at my family’s wrestling school that bothered you.” She reaches out and takes his hands, holding them tightly. “Please, tell me.”
“Very well. Do you recall why we visited the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School in the first place?” He smirks. “It most definitely was not a mere social call.”
“You definitely weren’t well received, that’s for sure.” She snickers. “Mark wanted to kick your ass.”
“I knew full well that I would get a very cold reception, that I was not welcome there. Yet I demanded that I come with you. It had nothing to do with our upcoming match at Rise To Greatness. We could have trained, worked out, and prepared anywhere for that purpose.”
“You said we were there because of your friend Joey.” Melinda sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “And you never did tell me how Joey has any connection to my family’s wrestling school.”
“That’s because he doesn’t.”
“Then why were we there?”
“Joey had been staying in my apartment in Charlotte. That apartment was broken into and ransacked. I jumped to the conclusion that it must have been my sister Lilith. Joey, of course, thought so as well. It made perfect sense, considering I had him dig up dirt on her, enough to implicate her for the murder of Archie Van Stanton.”
“But it wasn’t your sister, was it?” Melinda asks. Clyde shakes his head.
“No, it wasn’t. At least, I do not believe it was. She has been shut off from most, if not all, of her resources. Even if she wanted to target me or my friends, she would have little means of doing so. I needed to explore other possible suspects, other people whom I have wronged in the past who might have the ability to take revenge and might be willing to take those steps.”
“Whoa, wait a second,” Melinda shakes her head, looking utterly confused “you think someone at my family’s gym did this?”
“No one working there. Mark O’Brian may hate me but he would confront me face to face. And your mother…well…she prefers to use legal means to be spiteful.”
“Yeah, like how she used her connections to try and keep promotions from hiring you.” Melinda rolls her eyes.
“But there is someone who was a former student at your grandfather’s wrestling school who might wish to exact a form of revenge against me.” Clyde states. “His name is Callum Slater.”
“Never heard of him.” Melinda remarks, shaking her head.
“That’s because he was already gone before you began training there.” Sutter answers. “Callum and I started around the same time. We quickly grew to be friends because of our similar backgrounds. We were both street thugs looking to better ourselves, looking to make a legitimate living through professional wrestling.”
“Why did he quit?” Melinda asks.
“Take a wild guess.”
“Oh…” Melinda’s eyes grow wide as it dawns on her, as she realizes what Clyde means “...I am sorry…”
“You remember all too well what kind of person I was back then. You may also hold ill will towards your mother for trying to blackball me from wrestling, but she had every right to do so. I was kicked out of your grandfather’s school for a good reason; I was violent, excessively violent, and far too aggressive. I beat on trainers and students. Callum Slater was one student who I had hurt and injured due to my violent nature.” In a rare moment of emotion, Sutter seems to show regret, even remorse, as he recalls these events. “I injured him badly, my love, to the point that he was forced to quit Braddock Wrestling School, quit his training. For all I knew, I never did complete his training, he never did get to better himself by becoming a wrestler.”
“Clyde, listen,” Melinda can tell that her man is taking his very hard, so she places a loving, comforting hand on his back “you were a different person back then. You have changed since then. You sought out the help you needed to get your anger and violence under control. You have paid for your sins tenfold. You do not need to continue beating yourself up over the past.”
“Callum Slater was a street thug like me.” Sutter remarks. “Like me, he could have changed his ways and bettered himself, but thanks to me that never happened.”
“So you think Callum is behind this?” Melinda asks. “You think he broke into your Charlotte apartment and ransacked it?”
“It makes sense.” Clyde nods his head. “Without wrestling to better himself, he likely remained a street thug and all he knew was street justice. That apartment was in my name. He likely broke in thinking he was harming me. He had no idea Joey was there. He didn’t even know who Joey was.”
“You are convinced that this Callum Slater, a guy you met at my grandfather’s gym, who you injured, is responsible?” Melinda sounds skeptical. “Do you have any proof?”
“No…” he admits “...but it is what I would do, what the old me would do. Which is why I suspect him.”
“It is sweet that you care about your friend, Joey, and it shows how much you have changed that you are willing to go to such lengths to try and find out who or what is behind these recent incidents.” Melinda shakes her head. “But you cannot act without any real evidence. The best thing you can do is go to the police.”
“I suppose you are right.” Clyde sighs deeply. “But still, it bothers me knowing that this is all because of a mistake I made in the past, a ghost of my past that has come to haunt me in my present.”
“You think.” Melinda quickly says sternly. “You do not know for sure. And you need to be certain before you go and do something reckless.” She kisses him on his lips. “What I DO know for sure is that you and I are going to Rise To Greatness in a few days. We are facing Chance and Kelsai.”
“Indeed.” Sutter says, grinning once again, devilishly. “It would please me to no end to make sure that your Rise To Greatness debut is a successful one.”
“Then let’s focus on that, ok? Let’s focus on making Chance and Kelsai regret ever provoking us.”
RE: Sutter/Braddock vs. Owens/Adamson - Chance Owens - 07-26-2025
Fate Works For Herself