Glory Braddock vs. Asher Hayes

[Kemal Yilmaz]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 word limit

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm WEDNESDAY, July 8, 2026

[Asher_Hayes]

OOC: Aiming to finish this portion of the arc with these role plays. Pulling from Asher's past during his first SCW run. Enjoy and good luck, Maffew.

A New Heroin, Chapter 005

[Braddock]

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July 4th, 2026
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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The bar occupied the corner of an older brick building in the heart of Charlotte, tucked between a small bookstore and a restaurant that had already begun filling with the evening dinner crowd. From the outside it looked welcoming rather than extravagant. Warm light spilled through large front windows onto the sidewalk, and the sound of quiet laughter drifted through the entrance each time someone stepped inside. A simple wooden sign hung above the door, weathered just enough to give the place character without making it seem neglected. Inside, the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortably lived in. Exposed brick walls stretched the length of the room, interrupted occasionally by framed photographs of Charlotte from decades past and a handful of local sports memorabilia. The polished hardwood floor bore the subtle marks of years of footsteps, each scuff and scratch adding to the feeling that this was a place people returned to again and again. The ceiling was crossed with dark wooden beams, and warm amber lights hung from simple metal fixtures, casting a soft glow that made every corner of the room feel inviting. The bar itself ran almost the entire length of one wall. It was crafted from thick oak that had developed a rich patina through years of use. Behind it, shelves displayed rows of bottles illuminated by gentle backlighting, their glass reflecting shades of gold, amber, and deep green. Bartenders moved with practiced ease, sliding glasses across polished surfaces, wiping down the counter, greeting familiar faces with quiet smiles. The scent of grilled food drifted through the room, mingling with fresh citrus, coffee from an espresso machine near the end of the bar, and the unmistakable aroma of polished wood. Conversations blended into a comfortable background murmur, occasionally interrupted by bursts of laughter or the soft clink of glasses meeting in quiet toasts. A television mounted discreetly in one corner showed a sporting event with the volume turned low enough that it never competed with the room itself.

Toward the back of the bar, away from the busiest sections, sat Glory Braddock, her husband Kurt Logan, and Glory’s childhood best friend, Melody Murphy. The booth they occupied offered just enough privacy without isolating them from the rest of the room. The leather upholstery had softened over years of use, the cushions comfortably worn without appearing shabby. A small hanging light above the table cast a warm circle of light over their drinks and menus while leaving the surrounding room pleasantly subdued. Glory sat on one side of the booth, her back resting comfortably against the leather seat. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans that fit naturally without appearing tailored for fashion. The denim showed the gentle fading that came from regular wear rather than deliberate design. Her shirt was a simple charcoal gray T shirt beneath an unbuttoned olive green overshirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to just below her elbows. The overshirt looked well worn in the best possible way, soft from years of use and perfectly suited to her preference for comfort over appearance. Her footwear consisted of clean but practical sneakers, sturdy enough for almost any situation and entirely consistent with the grounded way she approached life. A simple watch rested on her wrist, its face functional rather than decorative. There were no bracelets, no elaborate accessories, nothing chosen merely to draw attention. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a low ponytail that rested comfortably over one shoulder. A few loose strands framed her face naturally, escaping despite the effort to keep them tucked back. The warm lighting softened her features while still highlighting the quiet confidence that always seemed to surround her. Even sitting still, she carried herself with an athletic posture, shoulders naturally straight, movements economical and unforced. Across from her sat Melody Murphy.

The differences between the two women were immediately apparent. Where Glory favored practicality, Melody clearly enjoyed expressing herself through elegance and feminine style. She wore a flowing emerald green blouse made from soft fabric that caught the light with a subtle sheen whenever she moved. The blouse tucked gracefully into a cream colored skirt that fell just below her knees, its gentle folds moving effortlessly as she shifted in her seat. The outfit was polished without feeling overly formal, perfectly suited to an evening out with close friends. A slim gold necklace rested delicately against her collarbone, accompanied by matching earrings that caught the warm light each time she turned her head. Several thin bracelets circled one wrist, creating the faintest musical sound whenever her hands moved. Her shoes were tasteful heels in a neutral shade, elegant enough to complement her outfit while remaining comfortable enough for an evening spent talking rather than walking. Her hair fell in carefully styled waves around her shoulders, smooth and glossy under the hanging light above the table. Her makeup was refined and understated, emphasizing her bright eyes and warm smile without appearing excessive. Everything about her appearance suggested thoughtful attention to detail, yet nothing felt artificial. She possessed a warmth that immediately drew people toward her. Even sitting quietly, there was an openness to her expression that made the space around her feel inviting.

Beside Glory sat Kurt Logan. His clothing reflected the same practical mindset that Glory preferred. He wore dark jeans paired with a fitted black henley shirt, the sleeves pushed casually to his forearms. Brown leather boots rested firmly on the wooden floor beneath the table, showing just enough wear to suggest regular use. His jacket hung over the back of the booth beside him, no longer needed in the warmth of the bar. His short hair was neatly trimmed but not overly styled, and the faint shadow along his jaw gave him a relaxed appearance. His broad shoulders filled the booth comfortably, and he sat with the easy confidence of someone entirely at home in his surroundings. Glory’s grounded simplicity stood beside Melody’s effortless femininity, while Kurt provided a steady presence between them. Their clothing reflected different personalities without feeling exaggerated. They looked like people who had known one another long enough that appearances had become expressions of identity rather than attempts to impress. The table in front of them held several glasses filled with ice that had already begun to melt in the warmth of the room. A basket of appetizers sat in the center, only partially eaten, alongside neatly folded napkins and condiments pushed casually toward one side. Outside the windows, Charlotte continued its steady evening rhythm. Office workers made their way home. Couples wandered the sidewalks beneath the glow of streetlights that had just begun to flicker to life. Cars rolled past at an unhurried pace, their headlights briefly illuminating the windows before disappearing into the growing darkness. Inside the bar, however, time seemed to slow.

“Honestly, I am surprised you showed up.” Melody begins. “Not only did you come to North Carolina, a state you particularly despise, but you came here on the Fourth of Juy.”

“Yeah, well, that it may be, and look at the Americans enjoying themselves. But to you and Mel, it is just another Saturday.”

“That’s right! Happy Treason Day, Americans!”

Melody and Glory share a laugh. Kurt cannot help but notice the genuine sincerity as his wife, Glory Braddock seems to be enjoying herself this evening.

“You know, Gloria, you do seem to be enjoying yourself tonight.

“Kurt’s right.” Melody nods her head. “Lately you have been so much happier. What’s the reason behind this sudden positive outlook on life”? I had always known you to be such a sour-puss.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Glory nods her head “but I AM happier and I AM enjoying myself, because I can focus what really and truly motivates me, the one thing that I am truly passionate abbott ; my own personal wrestling career. It’s what I was born to do, it’s what I was built to do. I truly believe that I am among the very in SCW today. The current World Champion? Amelia Nevado? I have her number. I’ll be facing her tag partner Luz soon enough. And next week I get to fight my old pal Asher Hayes again.”

“Hayes?” Kurt sighs. “He’s the Underground Champion. I thought you were going to stay away from that.”

“No worries, love.” Glory shakes her head. “It isn’t a title match. It isn’t even Underground Rules. It’s a standard wrestling match as, as much as I respect Asher, wrestling is MY domain, it’s my home, and just like Amelia, I have his number.”

“So you don’t miss the corporate world?” Melody asks. Glory shakes her head.

“Not one iota.” She insists, shaking her head. “Constantly trying to manage things myself was not only distracting me from my other career goals but it was also forcing me to become something I hated; a corporate cutthroat. IT forced me to become someone very ruthless just to maintain order with Glorious Global Enterprises, what with board members questioning me every so often, people like the founder, Matthew Alan, and his loyalists trying to undermine me, it was just exhausting to my psyche. Constantly fighting those battles made me want to give up and just become the ruthless monster they wanted to see.” Braddock shakes her head.

“But no more! Thanks to my old friend Cat, everything is working out beautifully for me!”

“Cat?” Melody asks curiously.

“Catalina De Luca.” Glory explains. “She and I met when my father was wrestling all around the European independent scene making a name for himself. She would attend most of his wrestling matches because of her father’s…uh…work…”

Melody notices the subtle pause in Glory’s voice. She arches a brow out of curiosity and tilts her head to one side, studying her closely, carefully.

“What is her father’s work?”

“Well…” Glory’s voice trails off as she smiles sheepishly “...is it important?”

“Yes, I would think so.”

“You may as well them, babe.” Kurt says, shoots his wife a knowing grin.

“Fine.” Glory sighs. “Her father was a mobster.”

“What?!” Melody responds with shock. “You’re involved with the mafia again?!”

“It’s not like that!” Glory insists. “Cat’s family were mobsters, yes. They were involved with illegal gambling other things. They fixed matches in the independent wrestling circuits my father wrestled for. But he never took a dime from them, he never took a favor from them, and, in fact, he was respected even amongst the mafia that they agreed not to help him win because he wanted to win on his own merit.”

“And what does that mean about your friend Catalina?”

“She’s nothing like them.” The British Bombshell insists. “She wants to make an honest living, she has no desire to get involved in her family’s business. That’s why I hired her, because she needed the opportunity to make an honest living. And the fact that she has experience dealing with ruthless cutthroats, I figured she would be a great hire, a great person to deal with the company business on my behalf so I can focus on wrestling.”

“But she’s supposed to be doing this legally?”

“Of course.” Glory nods her head. “And she is.”

There is a tense pause at the table as the three remain silent. Glory Braddock had been warned about hiring her ex-mafia pal but she wasn’t worried. The British Bombshell practically grew up around her. She knows that has a heart of gold and doesn’t want to earn her keep via organized crime. She, like Glory, wants to make an honest living. Sure, Cat knows every dirty trick and tool of the trade that could be used by white collar corporate heavy hitters, but that’s precisely why Glory Braddock wants and needs her. Catalina De Luca knows how to deal with people like that. Glory does too but she isn’t sure she can handle them AND keep control of her soul at the same time. Catalina can.

“Well, this makes things a little awkward…” Melody says, her own voice trailing off. Glory frowns, studying her closely.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in Charlotte for some business and seeing as I’m a business partner of your company I thought I would see how your little corporate machine is operating. What I learned was shocking. Apparently a few influential members of the Board of Directors recently stepped down.”

“Really?” Glory is taken aback by this. “Who?”

“Richard. Amber. Reid.” Melody states matter of factly. Glory nods her head knowingly.

“Yeah, I know them all too well. They are fierce Matthew Alan loyalists and have never stopped giving me grief. They were always questioning my judgment calls and my decisions. They undermined me at every turn all because they want Matthew Alan or one of his sisters in charge again. I sold Aurora Alan, Matthew’s youngest sister, a minority share of stock, making her a minority co-owner, hoping that would appease them. And it worked for a long time.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about them any longer.” Melody sighs. “They quit.’

“You didn’t influence this, did you babe?” Kurt asks Glory. The British Bombshell shakes her head.

“No, absolutely not! I mean, I may not trust the Alan Family but I do respect traditions and I respect how strongly certain people feel about the family that originally built my company. That’s why I never tried to run them off the board. That’s why I sold Aurora Alan a minority ownership. I did it as an olive branch, to illustrate that I understand their feelings and I am willing to work with them.”

“Well someone certainly pressured them to quit because the last time I checked they were happy with the arrangements.” Melody remarks.

“I assure you, I didn’t get involved.” Glory remarks. “I have been actively trying to avoid getting involved. That’s why I hired Cat in the first place.”

“So do you think…do you think Catalina De Luca could have forced them out?”

“Surely not…”

“But you did hire her to work on your behalf. She is your chief of staff, you told her that she was to run the company as you wanted it to be run. You told her that anything she does would carry the weight of YOUR authority.” Kurt states. “Maybe she thought that getting rid of your enemies is what you wanted?”

“I suppose…” Braddock shrugs her shoulders out of frustration “...I suppose it’s possible. I mean, I did ask her to handle things for me. I wanted her to insulate me from the corporate drama. But I didn’t expect her to go firing people.”

“Maybe the problem is you weren’t very specific with your instructions?”Melody suggests. “Based on what you just told me, I could easily see how she might think getting rid of those people might be what you wanted. Maybe she thought she was helping.”

“Maybe.” Glory nods her head. “Maybe I should talk to her?”

“It’s a good idea.” Melody nods her head. “But before you do, you might want to talk to Aurora Alan first.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Melody nods her head. “I have heard that things are not well with her, either. Apparently she didn’t like how Richard, Amber, and Reid were forced out.”

The soft murmur of the Charlotte bar suddenly felt less like a comforting blanket and more like a rising tide of static. Glory stared at her glass, the melting ice clinking softly against the sides as the weight of Melody’s words truly settled in. She had hired Catalina De Luca to build a wall between her wrestling career and the corporate vipers of Glorious Global Enterprises. Instead, it seemed Cat had brought a sledgehammer to the boardroom, swinging it with the terrifying precision of someone raised at the feet of organized crime. The pieces fit together with a sickening neatness. Cat hadn't just insulated Glory; she had interpreted her childhood friend's exhaustion as an unwritten mandate to eliminate the opposition. In the high stakes world of corporate governance, forcing out entrenched Board members like Richard, Amber, and Reid wasn't just a restructuring; it was an act of war.

What happened next would inevitably ripple far beyond the glass-and-steel offices of her corporate empire. By allowing Cat to operate with the full weight of her authority, Glory had unwittingly authorized a corporate purge. The Alan family loyalists were gone, but they would not go quietly, and Aurora Alan, the minority co-owner Glory had worked so hard to placate with an olive branch, was now holding a smoking gun she fully intended to point back at the British Bombshell. Glory had sought peace to rediscover her passion for the canvas, but the political fallout was threatening to bleed directly into the ring. Going forward, the landscape for Glory Braddock is profoundly altered, split across two equally dangerous fronts. In the arena, her path remains clear but perilous. She still has her sights locked onto SCW World Champion Amelia Nevado, an impending clash with Luz, and next week's highly anticipated, old-school wrestling showcase against her longtime rival, the Underground Champion Asher Hayes. But the quiet confidence Glory felt just moments ago is now shadowed by an inescapable truth: she cannot fight with absolute focus when her own house is burning down. The immediate future demands a reckoning. Glory’s first step must be a confrontation with Catalina; not just to demand answers, but to establish boundaries before Cat's "insulation" turns into complete isolation. Yet, even if Glory manages to rein in her fiercely loyal Chief of Staff, the damage with the Alan faction is done. Aurora Alan is a cornered executive with legacy bloodlines, and a furious co-owner is a liability that can manipulate contracts, freeze assets, or orchestrate administrative chaos just as Glory climbs the championship ladder.

[Braddock]

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July 6th, 2026
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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On a bright and bustling afternoon in Charlotte, North Carolina, an inviting outdoor patio serves as the setting for a warm moment shared between two business partners. The atmosphere is alive with the gentle hum of a city walkway, framed by classic red brick buildings that stretch into the background. Nestled in this lively pedestrian corridor is an outdoor dining space belonging to an establishment, a small quaint cafe. Above the patrons, large cream colored umbrellas are unfurled to cast a soft and pleasant shade over the wooden tables. The stone paved ground adds a timeless charm to the alley, where a few casual passersby stroll in the distance, capturing the quintessential essence of a relaxed weekend day spent in the heart of the city. Seated on the right side of the small round wooden table is Aurora Alan, who radiates a sense of effortless elegance. Aurora has long, wavy hair with subtle golden highlights that falls softly over her shoulders and catches the natural light. Aurora is wearing a lovely midi dress crafted from a light, flowing fabric adorned with a delicate floral pattern featuring shades of blue, lavender, and soft pink against a pale cream background. Over the dress, Aurora has layered a cozy, fine knit cardigan in an off white hue, which she wears partially buttoned to provide a comfortable layer against the afternoon breeze. A couple of thin, elegant gold necklaces rest gracefully against her collarbone, adding a touch of sophisticated detail to her casual ensemble. On her feet, she wears stylish brown leather ankle boots with a modest block heel, completing a look that perfectly balances comfort with a chic, feminine aesthetic. She gently holds a white ceramic coffee cup in her hand, pausing mid sip to enjoy the conversation.

Sitting across from her is “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, whose style leans toward a more relaxed, utilitarian fashion that still possesses a distinct modern edge. Glory possesses long, bright blonde hair that falls loosely around her face in natural, textured waves. She is dressed in a structured, dark navy blue denim jacket which is worn open over a classic, plain white cotton tee shirt. Her choice of trousers consists of relaxed fit olive green cargo pants, complete with the characteristic large utility pockets stitched on the sides, conveying a sense of practical comfort. On her feet, Glory wears a pair of light gray high top sneakers with white laces, showing a bit of intentional weathering that contributes to her casual, streetwear inspired look. Between Aurora and Glory sits a small, circular wooden bistro table that holds the remnants of their cafe order. A small white plate rests in the center, holding a pastry alongside a few stray crumbs, suggesting they have been sitting and chatting for some time. Two clear glasses filled with water stand near the edge of the table, alongside a smartphone lying flat on the wooden surface. The table is anchored by a dark metal base, positioned directly in front of a rectangular wooden planter filled with lush green foliage and small red blossoms. To their left, a very large terracotta pot overflows with a vibrant green bush dotted with delicate pink flowers, adding a brilliant splash of natural color to the brick and stone surroundings.

“I have to admit, I am surprised that you wanted to meet me.” Aurora says as she sips her coffee. “After all, you DO hate this state I grew up in, and you hate Charlotte in particular.”

“Right, well, things change and people change.” Glory remarks.

“You tried to move the corporate headquarters to Miami.” Aurora points out. “My people put a stop to it. The same people you forced out.” Aurora chuckles. “Which is another reason I’m surprised that you wanted to meet me here. You just got finished wiping out some of the longest serving members of the board of directors of a company my family built.”

“Yes, I am aware of that situation.” Glory nods her head. “Richard, Amber, and Reid. I swear, Aurora, I had nothing to do with that. I had no idea…”

“Save it, Glory.” Aurora snaps, quickly interrupting her. “Face it, my older brother never liked you. He made life a living hell for you simply because you purchased this company from him and then named it after yourself; Glorious Global Enterprises.” She rolls her eyes.

“Matthew was bankrupting the company.” Glory points out sharply. “His shady business dealings with organized crime didn’t help matters. I saved this company by purchasing it and rebranding it. I saved people’s jobs. I kept HIS dream alive. He should be grateful.”

“I know and I understand. Matt was no saint. And you’re right, without you swooping in at the last moment, his company would have died out. But don’t pretend you are innocent here. Do not pretend you are the hero and my brother is the villain. Richard, Amber, and Reid were forced out simply for being loyal to my family and you claim you had nothing to do with it. Forgive me for my skepticism, Glory, but this wouldn’t be the first time you attempted to purge the board of directors of my family’s influence.”

This conversation is going downhill in a hurry. The British Bombshell arranged this meeting with Aurora Alan, a minority shareholder in her company, because Melody had insisted that she do so after the recent purging of Alan Family influences from the board of directors, a purge that may have been perpetrated by Catalina De Luca, the Chief of Staff Glory Braddock hired to insulate her from all corporate dealings. Cat, having been given authority to act in Glory’s name, is now making Glory look like a tyrant. This leaves The British Bombshell to clean up the mess.

“Yes, yes, I remember, and it wasn’t exactly the proudest moment of my life. I was in a dark place then, Aurora. I was not myself. I am ashamed of what I did then and if I could fixed it, I would. But understand, mate, that I would never do it again. Trust me, this wasn’t me.”

“Then who?” Aurora asks. “Aphrodite? Your old ‘friend’ who you sold a minority share of the company to so you could, again, keep my family’s influence in check? Or was it the De Luca girl? You know, the one with ties to organized crime?”

Glory Braddock is stunned to silence. She had no idea Aurora would know about Catalina’s past. Aurora chuckles and nods her head.

“I may not be involved in organized crime but my brother was and therefore I know all about Catalina De Luca’s ties.”

“I hired her to keep me insulated from the corporate dealings, from the politics of it all.” Glory insists. “You’re right, I did terrible things, I attempted to purge the company of your family’s influence, I tried to get people fired, but that was in the past and the constant nonstop micro-managing of the business made me that way. So I hired Cat so that she could do that for me, so that I could stay away from that corruption, but I never EVER meant for her to force Richard, Amber, and Reid out.”

“Whether you meant for it to happen or not, the fact is that it happened. They’re out. And they’re not the only ones, Glory.”

“Who else is out?” Glory asks.

“Me.” Aurora states plainly. “I’m going to sell you my minority stake.”

“Aurora, please,” Glory shakes her head “that’s not what I want.”

“It doesn’t feel safe anymore.” Aurora remarks. “Your pal Cat, whether acting on your orders or acting on her own, is making Alan Family members and their friends feel unwelcome and unwanted.”

“Rubbish.” Glory shakes her head. “I may not like your brother but I respect what he and your family have done. You built this company, you founded this company, and I want you to reconsider leaving. I need you here because you represent the company’s foundations.”

“See, that’s the thing,” Aurora points out, shaking her head “do you want me here to help or do you just want me here as a figurehead? A symbol of the Alan Family? I’m not dumb, Glory. The Alan Family has been slowly but surely forced out. I’m one of the few remaining remnants left. And your friend isn’t making me feel welcome.”

Aurora Alana stands up, preparing to leave. But Glory Braddock gently grabs her by the wrist.

“Wait…” she sighs “...don’t make any rash decisions, mate. Don’t. Just think about it, ok? I want you on board. Let me try and fix this.”

“I’m still not sure I even believe you when you sit there and imply your friend Cat was acting on her own and not under your specific orders.” Aurora sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Fine. But I make no promises.”

The afternoon sun beating down on the patio had lost its warmth, replaced by a cold, heavy tension that lingered over the remnants of their cafe order. Glory sat perfectly still, her hand slowly retreating from Aurora’s wrist as the minority co-owner turned and vanished into the bustling pedestrian corridor. The lively hum of the Charlotte walkway continued unabated, completely indifferent to the fact that the final foundation of the Alan family legacy within Glorious Global Enterprises was officially cracking.

Glory stared blankly at the empty chair across from her, the realization of what Catalina De Luca had actually done finally crashing over her like an avalanche. In her desperate bid to protect her own soul and reclaim her passion for the wrestling ring, she had given Cat the keys to the kingdom. But Catalina hadn't just insulated Glory from the corporate vipers; she had used Glory's absolute authority to carry out a ruthless, old-school purge. By strong-arming Richard, Amber, and Reid out of the company, Cat had inadvertently proven every single one of Aurora’s worst fears right. To the remaining old guard, Glory didn't look like a hands-off wrestler trying to find peace; she looked like a calculated tyrant wiping out the competition through a proxy. What happened next would entirely reshape the corporate and athletic future of The British Bombshell. Aurora’s threat to sell her minority stake wasn't just a quiet exit; it was a devastating PR disaster in the making. If the sister of the company’s founder walked away citing safety concerns and targeted hostility from an ex-mafia chief of staff, the fallout would completely dismantle Glory's credibility. The olive branch Glory had fought so hard to extend was entirely incinerated, leaving her exposed to potential legal warfare, board member revolts, and severe administrative chaos just as her wrestling career was hitting its stride.

Going forward, Glory Braddock can no longer afford to hide behind the curtain or pretend she is just a competitor. The immediate future demands an unyielding, aggressive confrontation with Catalina De Luca. Glory must find out exactly how Cat forced the board members out and put an immediate halt to her scorched-earth tactics before Aurora’s shares are permanently liquidated. Worse still, the impending corporate warfare threatens to bleed directly into the locker room. With a massive match against the Underground Champion Asher Hayes next week, and La Pequina Luz waiting in the wings, Glory’s focus is dangerously divided. Aurora Alan gave her a temporary, fragile reprieve to "fix this," but there are no promises. To survive the looming storm, Glory is about to find out that trying to keep control of her soul while managing a multi-million dollar empire might just be the hardest fight of her life.

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July 8th, 2026
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We are outside in the streets of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the city that will play host to SCW Breakdown tomorrow night. And here before us is none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. She is wearing a stylish, edgy outfit featuring a black leather biker jacket with prominent silver zippers, a textured black shearling or faux-fur collar, and ribbed detailing along the upper sleeves. Underneath the jacket, she wears a black cropped top that reveals her midriff, accessorized with a long, delicate gold necklace that hangs down across her chest. Braddock’s outfit is paired with high-waisted, form-fitting blue skinny jeans in a classic medium wash. On her feet, she wears pointed-toe black suede ankle boots with a low wedge heel and a wrap-around strap detail at the ankle.

“Here we go again! We are on the road to Rise To Greatness, the most exciting time of the year for Supreme Championship Wrestling, and while oh so many people are demanding this, acting like entitled brats, you have me, The British Bombshell, once again doing what I do best. I just wrestle. I go out to the ring each and every time my name is called and I give it my all for the great fans of SCW, for professional wrestling, for the spirit of competition, and most importantly, to EARN my opportunities.” Braddock smirks knowingly. “You will never once see me kissing some authority figure’s ass in order to get an opportunity. You will never see The British Bombshell groveling or doing favors for someone in power just to get a shot at a championship. I was born and raised in this business and it was drilled into my brain from the very first day of my training that you EARN your keep, you EARN your opportunities, and that is what I have done every single step of the way in my long and successful tenure in SCW.”

“Trios Tournament 2019 Winner…EARNED IT.”

“Trios Tournament 2020 Winner…EARNED IT.”

“SCW Adrenaline Champion, two times…EARNED IT.”

“SCW United States Champion…EARNED IT.”

“SCW Television Champion…EARNED IT.”

“SCW Underground Champion…EARNED IT.”

“SCW World Tag Team Champion…EARNED IT.”

“SCW World Champion…EARNED IT.”

“All of SCW’s great brass rings, minus Taking Hold of the Flame, I have won them and I have earned them all through hard work, through determination, and my God given skill and ability. I never needed to take a shortcut. I earned it all because I am one of the very best wrestlers alive today. And last year, when I bypassed Taking Hold of the Flame, I did so because I knew I could EARN a shot at the SCW World Title by going through anyone and everyone placed before me. I did it. I earned my shot. Now I admit, I came up short against the cinderella story that is Cid Turner. But that just means I have to fight back even harder, I have to earn another shot. So I here we are one year later, once again I skipped The Flame so I could earn a title opportunity.” Glory winks.

“Amelia Nevado, the reigning SCW World Champion. You are talented, I’ll give you that, mate, but you are thick because for some reason you think I don’t respect you. I respect you and I am glad you finally became champion. But know this, you have never beaten me one on one. Obviously your first concern are the Frosts, but if you make it past them, then your concern is me. Because I became Supreme Champion by defeating you twice and I will become SCW World Champion by defeating you. But first I have to earn it and I’m not going to shove my head up some CEO’s ass in order to earn it. I am going to earn it by defeating your partner Luz. Let’s see if she can do what you so far have been unable to do…I doubt it…” she shakes her head.

“But I am not going to get ahead of myself. First thing’s first and that’s Asher Hayes.” She waves at the camera. “Asher! Mate! Long time no see?! That was quite an impassioned speech you gave on Breakdown. I get it, too, but you don’t have to worry about me. If there is anyone in this company who respects what you are capable of, it’s me. We have had our fair share of battles inside the squared circle. We’re both former World Champions. And we both EARNED our way. We both EARNED everything we have accomplished in SCW. We may have very different personalities, lifestyle choices, and skillsets, but at the end of the day you and I are not that much different. You and I are the same. We are professional wrestlers and we thrive upon competition and we want the respect that we have earned.” She points a finger at the camera.

“But you…you are the current Underground Champion. Now the Underground isn’t exactly my cup of tea, and this isn’t an Underground Match, but the fact is that you ARE a champion and defeating any champion means something. It says a lot when you can obtain a victory over someone who holds gold in this highly competitive promotion and to do so on the road to Rise To Greatness makes it all that much sweeter.”

“Now your road to Rise To Greatness is fairly obvious; you have David Striker and Kimberly Williams hot on your heels, both wanting that championship. Me? I’m just going with the flow. I am taking on anyone and everyone the CEO, this company, decides to throw at me. I am taking on all comers with the intent of earning my next opportunity to challenge for a championship, because it has been far too long since gold has been around the waist of The British Bombshell. Defeating you, Asher, will go a long way in making my case. So get ready to renew our long, storied rivalry. Get ready to give me your best shot because you can believe that I will give you my best shot.” Braddock nods her head.

“And may the best person win. Sic Semper Tyrannis.”

[Asher_Hayes]

A New Heroin, Chapter 006