SCW Television Championship

[Huddie]

Ladder Match
Adam Brock vs. Clyde Sutter vs. Ryan LeCavalier

2 RP limit for singles; 4 RP Limit for tag (**NOTE – no word limits for World Tag Team Championship match**)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, April 2, 2025

[The Assassin]

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March 20th, 2025
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Life had been looking up for Clyde Sutter. The Assassin had managed to regain a semblance of control over his anger and rage and that led to a reconciliation with the love of his life, Melinda Braddock. His career in professional wrestling, a career he once thought was dead in the water, started picking up; he even got a second chance to compete in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Despite his SCW return not being as successful as he had hoped, the mere fact that he has made it back, the fact that he has another opportunity to correct the mistakes of the past, means a great deal to Sutter. And he gets to do all of this alongside his beloved Melinda Braddock. From the outside looking in, it would appear as if Clyde Sutter is truly living his dream. What could possibly go wrong?

Unfortunately that is when a woman he had never thought existed, let alone would return, came back to his life, returned to make his life miserable; his sister, Lilith Sutter. He didn’t even know he had a sister, he didn’t know Lilith existed. Their father, Ethan Sutter, was promiscuous to say the very least. So the fact that he had a sister should not have come as much of a surprise. What she wants from him is the frustrating part; Lilith seems hell bent upon dragging Clyde kicking and screaming into her world, a world of organized crime. Lilith wants to tear her brother away from everything and everyone that he holds dear so that she can have him all to herself. Her most recent attempt was to frame him for being unfaithful to Melinda. Melinda saw right through the trick but Melinda’s mother, Glory Braddock, fell for it, which created a lot of tension within the family. The Assassin was forced to confront Lilith at her home in Southampton, England in hopes of forcing her to back down from her crazy goal and hopefully forcing her to leave Clyde alone. Did he succeed? Only time will tell. Clyde can only go one day at a time hoping that he will never again hear from his sister. Still, the harassment he endured from Lilith has already worn down his defenses. He had worked hard to control his anger but, thanks to Lilith’s constant harassment, Clyde is finding himself once again losing it. He fears that he may snap, which ultimately is what Lilith wants. He refuses to give Lilith the satisfaction of knowing she succeeded. He knows that he needs to get back in control of his anger, he cannot afford to snap and risk losing everything he worked so hard to gain from his family, his beloved Melinda, and his career.

The Assassin has made an appointment to see his psychiatrist. Dr. Evelyn Carter is the brilliant mind behind Clyde’s drastic turnaround. She helped him gain control of his formerly uncontrollable rage. He hopes she can work her magic once again and help him to regain control, and maybe help him to put this business with his sister Lilith in the rearview mirror. Now Sutter sits in the tastefully furnished office of Dr. Evelyn Carter. The walls are painted a muted, calming blue. Against this backdrop, a polished wooden desk stands as the room’s central feature, its rich grain reflecting the light in subtle, glossy patterns. The desk is neatly arranged, with a few hardcover books stacked to one side and a sleek, minimalist brass desk lamp resting beside them. Its curved, elegant frame and matte black shade suggest both practicality and style, hinting at an occupant who values function without sacrificing aesthetics. In the background, a pair of plush, cognac-brown leather sofas face the desk, their button-tufted cushions showing faint creases from frequent use. The leather is worn just enough to look invitingly comfortable rather than neglected, giving off a faint, musky scent of aged upholstery. The Assassin finds himself seated on one such sofa. He is wearing a black leather coat with a fur lined collar. Underneath, he wears a plain white t-shirt. His pants are light beige or taupe, fitted but comfortable, complementing the laid-back yet assertive style. On his feet, he wears black shoes with a practical design. His long hair flows freely. Above the sofa hangs an abstract painting. The carpeting underfoot is a muted slate blue, softening footsteps and lending a sense of warmth to the space. It’s a room designed for quiet focus, yet it carries an atmosphere that seems to whisper of secrets, confidences, and perhaps a few unspoken regrets. Sitting on the adjacent sofa is Dr. Evelyn Carter. Evelyn is wearing black dress pants, simple black flats, a sky blue silk blouse, and a white lab coat. Her long black hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back. She has a pleasant smile on her face as she stares across into the stoic eyes of The Assassin.

“Good afternoon, Clyde. I am so glad that you made it.”

“I would never think of missing these appointments, Dr. Carter…” his voice trails off “...my goal is important, as you well know.”

“Yes, having goals to meet are important. And you wish to control your anger. Correct?”

“Well of course. But I have many goals…I want to my relationship with my beloved, with Melinda, to continue to blossom. I want to continue to form closer bonds with her family and my mother’s family. And I want my career as a professional wrestler to flourish.” He smirks. “I want to be a champion in SCW.”

“Yes, and all of those goals are connected to your anger, because as you have admitted in the past, if you lose control you risk losing everything else. That is why we are here. But goals are important, so let’s talk about some of these goals shall we? Does that sound good?”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Carter.” Sutter nods his head. “You are the psychiatrist, not me.”

“Excellent. So tell me about your career. I know you really wanted to make a return to SCW. How has that been going?”

“Slower than I had hoped.” The Assassin chuckles softly as he runs a hand through his long black hair. “Perhaps I thought too highly of myself and expected too much of myself too early? Needless to say, there have been setbacks, but I am focused. My sights are set on the SCW Television Championship.” He gives Evelyn Carter a quick, knowing, gaze. “Goals are important, correct Dr. Carter? My goal is the Television Title.”

“Setting goals is very important, that’s right.” She nods her head. “I am proud of you for setting goals for yourself. But understand that goals we set will not always be met with instant success. There will be bumps in the road.”

“I know this, doctor. The road back to SCW has been long and hard and in the process I have learned patience. I can afford to be patient a little longer in order to pry that championship away from Ryan Lecavlier.”

Dr. Evelyn Carter arches a brow out of curiosity. The idea if ‘prying’ a championship away from someone sounds rather insidious but then again, this is professional wrestling. As they say, it is not ballet. So she dismisses his remark and decides to change the direction of the conversation.

“It seems as if your SCW career is thriving. So let’s move on and discuss a major point of contention for you, the reason you wanted to have more frequent sessions in the first place. Of course I am referring to your sister…Lilith, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Clyde sighs and nods his head. The mere mention of his sister’s name brings up bad memories and causes his anger to rise. It takes all of his will power to keep himself in control at this very moment.

“Tell me, have you had any contact with her recently?”

“Yes…and she stepped way over the line.” Despite his attempts to conceal his anger, Sutter inadvertently lets out a low growl. “She attempted to frame me for infidelity she attempted to trick my beloved’s family into thinking I had been having an affair.”

“Were you having an affair?” Carter asks. This question nearly sends Sutter flying off the handle.

“No! How could you ask such a question?!” Clyde is yelling now, his anger boiling over. Dr. Carter, to her credit, maintains her composure. She has seen this before from The Assassin and knows to handle him even at his worst.

“Calm down, Clyde. I am not accusing you of anything. I’m just doing my job.”

“I…” Clyde shakes his head as he breathes in and out heavily to calm himself “...I apologize. You must understand that Melinda Braddock means the entire world to me. I have always loved her and I would do anything for her. Everything I have done, especially seeing you to help fix my anger management issues, all of it was for her. It was for Melinda. Everything I do now is for her. The idea that I would throw it all away for a one night stand with some no name harlot is ludicrous. Furthermore, my sister knew full well that my beloved would not fall for her tricks.”

“Then why did Lilith do it? Why did she attempt to frame you?”

“Because she knew that Melinda’s mother WOULD fall for it.” Sutter growls angrily. “My sister was trying to create tension between my beloved and my beloved’s mother in order to somehow prove a point.”

“And what point would that be?”

“My sister believes that I should live with her, live like her, be with her. She wants the Sutter family united.” He shakes his head. “Hopefully my sister will no longer be a problem.”

“Did you do something I should be aware of?” Dr. Carter asks curiously.

“Nothing illegal, I assure you.” He chuckles. “I just merely confronted her and told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted nothing to do with her or her proposal. Hopefully she will take the hint and leave me alone.”

There is a brief pause while Clyde and Evelyn lock eyes. The Assassin can tell that this psychiatrist is not convinced. The look on her face is one of skepticism. Dr. Carter sighs and shakes her head.

“Look, Clyde, I hope that your sister does leave you alone, unfortunately I fear that it won’t be as easy as you think. I cannot say anything definitive about your sister without having met her, but from the way you describe her she seems like the type who will not give up so easily. So you might need to prepare yourself mentally and emotionally for another encounter.”

“And what exactly do you suggest?” Clyde asks, leaning forward, his stoic eyes glaring into Evelyn’s.

“I suggest that maybe you should dig deeper and confront not just the visible, physical point of contention, but confront the figurative one as well. Perhaps you have some deeper issues involving father figures in your life.”

“Please, Dr. Carter, do not insult me.” Sutter chuckles softly as he leans back on the sofa. “Yes, I hate my father and everything he represents. But he is dead and gone and that rage that his own memory brought to me, all of that anger, I have dealt with it.” He shakes his head. “Now when I think of my father…when I think of Ethan Sutter…I feel nothing. Trust me, Dr. Carter, I have no issues involving father figures.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant, Clyde.” She answers back quickly. “I am wondering if maybe you need a father figure in your life.”

“I have done well enough on my own without a father figure.” Clyde laughs again.

“With all due respect, Clyde, you have had a father figure in the past. What was his name? Mason Van Stanton?”

Another name that brings back bad memories for Clyde Sutter. He was the man who got Sutter’s foot in the door in professional wrestling and in SCW but it was out of selfishness. Mason Van Stanton used Sutter to spitefully strike at Glory Braddock, someone he hated with a passion. The Assassin was in a darker place at that time and far more easily manipulated at that time. His relationship with Mason Van Stanton did not end well.

“The mere notion of Mason as a father figure is ridiculous…” he sneers “...with all due respect. He manipulated and used me for his own selfish gain.”

“Ok, maybe that was a bad example and sure, there are bad father figures out there, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find a good father figure. It doesn’t mean you don’t potentially need one.” Evelyn answers back. “Clyde, your real father…who you never met in the first place…was an awful human being. You had to raise yourself on the streets without any real father figure. Maybe having some strong father figure in your life is what you need to give you a stronger mental and emotional foundation to help you defend yourself against your sister’s advances if she does return?

Sutter still thinks that having a father figure in his life is not what he needs. He wouldn’t even know where to begin to find one. Still, the psychiatrist, Dr. Carter, she raises a valid point. His sister Lilith just might return and might continue playing her mind games with him. Lilith just might continue playing her games until she succeeds in causing Clyde to lose control. Then he risks losing everything he has worked hard to gain. Would a father figure, some sort of mentor even, help him? He has his doubts but, then again, what does he have to lose?

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March 27th, 2025
Salt Lake City, Utah
Off Camera
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Breakdown from Salt Lake City, Utah has come and gone. “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter had made it abundantly clear at Retribution that still wanted the SCW Television Title. Tonight once again he made his presence felt by going after the champion. Chaos ensued, which was no problem for Sutter. He thrives on that kind of chaos. Now he has been informed that, in one week, he gets what he wants; he gets an opportunity at the Television Title against champion Ryan Lecavalier and fellow challenger Adam Brock in a triple threat ladder match. CHBK, along with most of the SCW fans, falsely assume that The Assassin will be upset with this turn of events. Quite the contrary. Clyde Sutter is confident that Fate not only is in control but that Fate is on his side. It doesn’t matter what the match will entail, the fate of the SCW Television Title is sealed. The championship will come home with him and his beloved. The smile on Sutter’s face might have to be surgically removed from his face, not only because he now has the title shot, but he also has Melinda Braddock wrapped around his arm as the pair walk through the backstage area of the Delta Center in Salt Lake City. They accomplished what they set out to do and they are definitely proud of themselves.

“You did a good job out there, babe.” Melinda says jovially. “You played Ryan…Brock…and CHBK like a damn fiddle.”

“And you did well yourself, my love.” Sutter plants a kiss on her forehead. “You played your part magnificently.”

“Yeah, I did.” She grins knowingly. “We make a great team.”

“Indeed we do. Next week, WE bring home the SCW Television Championship by climbing the literal and figurative ladder to success…all while leaving the broken bodies of Ms. Lecavalier and Mr. Brock in the dust.”

“I love how you think.”

The Assassin and Melinda continue to head down the twists and turns of the backstage area. Melinda allows herself to be led by the imposing Sutter until suddenly they come to a stop. Melinda looks up at him with confusion on her face.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” She asks. Clyde points over to a far corner. Melinda notices a man standing there. She is shocked to see that it’s Mason Van Stanton, Clyde’s former manager. “Oh…”

“Stay here.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He gives her a kiss before turning and storming over in the direction of Mason Van Stanton, the con artist that once served as his manager. He locks eyes with Mason who seems unbothered and unintimidated by his presence.

“What the hell do you want?!” Sutter asks angrily. “What are you doing here?!”

“Nice seeing you too, nephew.” Mason asks with a snicker. This small bit of laughter, this failed attempt at humor, just angers The Assassin further.

“You are not family.” He snaps back angrily. “Now tell me. What do you want?”

“Well your mother IS married to my brother. Don’t let details get in the way of a good story, Clyde.” Mason shrugs his shoulders. “But hey, if you want to get down to the nitty gritty then that’s fine. I can do that.”

“It would be in your best interest to do so.” Clyde growls. “My patience with you is wearing thin.”

“Fine!” Mason rolls his eyes. “Look I still have a vested interest in you and your career, Clyde. We may not have ended on the best of notes but I did get you started in wrestling. I got you your first contract right here in SCW. Now I admit that I was using you but you have to admit that you owe me at least to some degree for getting you started. And me? I want to see something I put time and money into pay off. So I have been keeping up with you, even after we parted ways. And…well…” his voice trails off. Sutter continues to grow impatient.

“Spit it out, Mason.”

“Look, I just want to know how things are going with your…your sister.”

This comment took Sutter completely by surprise. He wasn’t expecting this, not at all. The surprise quickly turns to anger. Sutter grabs Mason by the collar of his shirt.

“How the hell do you know about my sister?!”

“Whoa, hold on, Clyde, don’t do something we’ll both regret!” He sighs with some sense of relief as Clyde lets him go. “Look, you know from the time you spent as my client that I have a ton of resources. If I want to know something about someone, I can. And like I said, you are an investment. I have been keeping up with you. And yes, I heard that this woman, Lilith Sutter, that she resurfaced and I…” Mason shrugs his shoulders “...I was just genuinely concerned about you.”

“You were worried about me?”

“Yes.” Mason nods. “I know about how your past makes you…well…angry. I know how it bothers you. I just wanted to check in on you. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“I find that highly dubious.” Clyde shakes his head. “You were likely using that as an excuse to worm your way back into my good graces. You said yourself that you have been keeping up with me. You saw the success I have had since returning to SCW and now you want a piece of the action.”

“Hey, I won’t deny being jealous of your success, Clyde, and I admit that I was manipulative in the past, but I assure you that I am being sincere.” Mason insists. “I know your past history of anger problems. I just want to make sure that with your sister resurfacing that your rage hasn’t become a problem, that’s all. I would hate to see you lose everything.”

“You sound fake, Mason.” Clyde shakes his head. “But if you are sincere, then you have nothing to worry about. I am finished with my sister. I told her that I want nothing more to do with her.”

“And you’re sure that she took the hint?” Mason asks.

“If she remains stubborn its her funeral.”

“Fair enough.” Mason snickers. “Just be careful, ok? Don’t trust anyone.”

“I trust no one.” He points a finger at Mason. “Especially not you.”

“Then I taught you well.” Mason snickers knowingly. “You know, we made a great team once upon a time. Are you sure you wouldn’t be interested in renewing our partnership?”

“So you DO want to worm your way back into my career?” Sutter says coldly. Mason smirks.

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying right? Besides, the worst thing that could happen is you tell me no.”

“You are wrong. There are far worse things I could do to you…that I WANT to do to you…” Sutter shakes his head. “...I am not the monster you met long ago. So in response to your proposal, I respectfully decline. My beloved handles my career quite well.”

“Braddock’s daughter?” Mason scoffs. “Well…I admit, she got you a Television Title Match.”

“I intend to win it.” Sutter says pointedly.

“And I have all the confidence in the world that you will.”

[The Assassin]

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March 30th, 2025
Charlotte, North Carolina
Off Camera
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The city of Charlotte, North Carolina is busy this afternoon and “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter, along with his beloved girlfriend Melinda Braddock, is out and about. A few days have passed since SCW Breakdown when Sutter learned that he would get another crack at the Television Title in a triple threat ladder match against Adam Brock and Ryan Lecavalier. This is precisely what The Assassin had wanted. It didn’t matter to Clyde whether it was one on one or two on one. It didn’t even matter to him that it was a ladder match. The Assassin just wanted this opportunity to bring the championship home, especially after his first opportunity was ruined thanks to outside interference from Waylon Creek. Sutter has been campaigning for another title match and now he gets it. This time he plans to take full advantage and not waste it. But with that in mind, the question must be asked; what brings Sutter and Melinda to Charlotte this afternoon? His upcoming Television Title ladder match wasn’t the only revelation he received on Breakdown. The Assassin also was met with the unexpected return of his former manager; Mason Van Stanton. Sutter once had a relationship with Mason Van Stanton, one that did not end on a positive note. Mason’s reemergence has come at a time when Sutter’s psychiatrist suggested that he seek out a father figure for his life. Needless to say, at first the thought of a renewed relationship of any sort with Mason Van Stanton was not something Clyde was interested in. Yet Mason seemed very interested in him. Van Stanton insisted that he was concerned with Sutter’s well being after learning of the harassment Clyde had been enduring at the hands of his sister Lilith Sutter. That night on Breakdown in Salt Lake City, Sutter had once again rejected Mason. Yet, after a few days of thinking about the events of that evening, The Assassin has had a change of heart. He isn’t entire sure he can trust Mason Van Stanton. The man is a con artist, after all. But he was instrumental in getting Sutter’s foot in the door at SCW and, as twisted as it was, for the longest time Mason was the closest thing Sutter had to a father figure. Sutter’s psychiatrist believes he should have a father figure in his life, so perhaps it could serve Clyde well to at least give Van Stanton another chance.

Clyde and his beloved, Melinda Braddock, are walking the streets of Charlotte, North Carolina. Sutter owns an apartment in Charlotte, one of the few items he kept from his time working with Mason. It is not too far away from Mason’s office where he operates his managerial agency. In fact, it is within walking distance, making this trip very convenient for the pair. While Clyde seems confident about this upcoming visit, Melinda is clearly a little concerned. “I just want to go on record that I think this is a bad idea.” Melinda says. Clyde chuckles and nods his head.

“Yes, I know. But people deserve a second chance, even someone like him.”

“But you know what kind of person he is.”

“Of course I do.” Sutter answers quickly. “He never hid the fact that he was a dishonest conman. But as I said earlier, my love, people deserve a second chance. After all, I was one of the worst human beings imaginable. The things I did to others…to you…they are unconscionable…”

“That’s different, Clyde, and you know it.”

“Is it really different?” Sutter shakes his head. “I sought out help and I changed. And after convincing you that I had changed, you gave me a second chance. Who is to say that Mason has not turned over a new leaf like I have? Who am I to turn down his offer to reconcile?”

“Just tell me something…” Melinda looks up into Clyde’s eyes “...do you want to reconcile for business purposes or for personal reasons? You told me that your psychiatrist wanted you to have a father figure in your life. Please don’t tell me that you are considering this scumbag.”

“Dr. Carter’s suggestion of a father figure is sound. But Mason?” Sutter shakes his head. “I admit, that would be a stretch.”

“Then what is this about?”

“Look, we have a history together. He helped me get my start in professional wrestling. I wouldn’t be here today were it not for him. And it does sound like he is sincere about his concern for me. I just want to give him a second chance, my love. Where things go from here is anyone’s guess. Only Fate knows.”

“Right, fate…” Melinda sighs with frustration “...sometimes Fate is annoying.”

“We operate on Fate’s time, not our own.” Clyde kisses her on the cheek. “Now then, we should arrive at his office just around the corner…”

Clyde and Melinda turn a corner and immediately the eyes of The Assassin grow wide. This is not the structure he was used to seeing during his time working with Mason Van Stanton. Sutter recalls Mason having a very simplistic structure, mainly because he couldn’t afford much more. This building is far more impressive characterized by its reflective glass façade framed by crisp, white edges. Mason’s new office consists of multiple interconnected rectangular sections, each lined with large, uniform windows that mirror the pale blue sky and the surrounding greenery. Trees with neatly trimmed canopies are evenly spaced along the sidewalk, providing a touch of natural contrast against the glass and metal exterior. Even Melinda, who has never been to Mason’s office before, can tell that something is wrong based on the look on Clyde’s face.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Melinda asks.

“This is not right.” He shakes his head. “He cannot afford this.”

“Apparently he can.” Melinda looks at the impressive sight before her and then she looks back up at Clyde. “Maybe we should leave?”

“No…something is wrong and I will not leave until I learn what it is…” The Assassin starts to walk with a determined stride up to the front doors of this office building with Melinda desperately trying to keep up. The angry and intimidating Sutter pushes the doors open with a strong force and Melinda follows closely behind. Even the interior is far grander and more luxurious than he remembers, which only adds fuel to the fire of this mystery. He pauses momentarily to ponder this before stepping up to the front desk where a secretary is waiting. Mason had never had a secretary before…

“Where is Mason?”

“Mr. Van Stanton is in his office but he is meeting with a client, you will have to wait.”

“He will see me whenever I say.” Clyde growls angrily. Melinda finally catches up to him. She tugs his arm and again begs, pleadingly.

“Clyde, babe, just drop it. Let’s go.”

“I apologize, my love, but something is not right about this, about any of it.”

He pulls away from Melinda and then storms past the secretary’s desk and towards the office of Mason Van Stanton. The secretary tries calling out to him but it falls upon deaf ears. Melinda does all she can and that is to follow Clyde and try to keep his anger in check. Braddock fears that her boyfriend is nearing his breaking point, that his anger may boil over at any point. She doesn’t understand. But then again, she couldn’t understand. Clyde’s anger comes from being lied to and manipulated his entire life. He fears that one again he is being lied to, he is being manipulated, by a man he was going to give a second chance. This serves to infuriate The Assassin as he marches up to Van Stanton’s office and forces his way in through the door. As soon as he steps inside he is met by an unexpected and unwelcome sight; Mason Van Stanton sitting on a sofa next to Clyde’s sister Lilith Sutter. Van Stanton’s eyes instantly grow wide with shock. He stands up and starts to back away immediately.

“Clyde…what are you doing here?!”

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” Lilith snickers knowingly. “My brother is here.” Lilith rises up off of the sofa and approaches Clyde. She gives him a kiss on his cheek and then turns to face Mason. “My apologies, Mr. Van Stanton, but our business for the day must conclude. My brother made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me and thus, since he is here, I must take my leave.” Lilith walks past Clyde and briefly stops in front of Melinda. She laughs scoffingly before walking past her as well and exiting the office altogether. The moment she is gone, Clyde grabs Mason by the collar of his shirt and throws him against a wall.

“Explain yourself!”

“Clyde! Please!” Melinda begs as she keeps her distance. “You are losing control!”

“I beg you, please listen to her!” Mason says. “You are losing your temper! Think!”

“At this point I’m not sure I care!” Sutter roughly drops Mason to the ground. Van Stanton slowly pulls himself up but he is backed into a corner by the imposing Sutter. “I came here to give you a second chance. But now I found out that you were manipulating me all along.”

“Let me explain…”

“I should have known better.” Clyde shakes his head. “You told me that you had heard that my sister had returned. That should have raised a red flag. Of course you heard because you were working with her all along.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice!” Mason exclaims as he begs off, praying that Clyde won’t beat him any further. “My agency, it was about to go under. I had trouble paying the bills. I was about to lose everything. Lilith stepped in and offered to pay my bills and prop me up financially going forward. I had to work with her otherwise I would have lost everything.”

“You of all people should know that someone like her never does anything out of the goodness of her own heart. She always wants something out of it.” Clyde remarks coldly.

“Yeah…” Mason sighs “...she wanted to use me to get close to you.”

“And you helped her.” Sutter chuckles. “Although I find this ironic. You bought and sold so many people in the past with your nefarious business dealings. Now my sister owns you. She gave you your agency back, she gave it so much more prestige and luxury. But you know deep down that she can take it all away in an instant.” He sneers. “How does it feel to be the one owned, Mason?”

With that said Clyde Sutter turns and storms out of the office. Melinda rushes to keep up with him. Melinda was right, this was a bad idea. Then again, some good did come from this. Sutter at least knows that his sister is still playing her games. He won’t be taken by surprise again anytime soon. Still, what is she up to? What will she do next?

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April 2nd, 2025
Nashville, Tennessee
On Camera
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We open outside in a park in Nashville, Tennessee. The sun shines high overhead providing light and beauty. Large, vibrant green trees can be seen off in the distance. Then, stepping into the scene, is “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter along with his lovely girlfriend Melinda Braddock. Melinda leans gracefully against Sutter’s arm with elegance and poise yet there’s a subtle hint of vulnerability as she clings to Clyde’s arm, suggesting a mix of strength and dependence. Her platinum-blonde hair cascades in soft, voluminous waves over her shoulders, framing her striking features and intense gaze. She wears a figure-hugging satin mini dress in a shimmering champagne hue, accentuating her curves and contrasting beautifully against her fair skin. The dress’s silky material reflects the light, adding a touch of glamour. She completes her ensemble with sleek black stiletto heels with red soles. Clyde Sutter is a tall, muscular, and has an intimidating, imposing presence. He wears a sharp black suit with a fitted jacket that emphasizes his broad shoulders and athletic build. The jacket is unbuttoned, revealing a crisp white dress shirt beneath, slightly unbuttoned at the collar. His stance is assertive, with one hand adjusting his jacket and the other resting near his chest, projecting a powerful and protective aura. His expression is serious, eyes focused forward, conveying a sense of determination or contemplation.

“Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man’s hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.” Melinda says with a mocking tone. She chuckles. “I suppose that could be applied to a certain Monarch.” She points a finger at the camera. “Yes, I am talking about you, Ryan, our reigning SCW Television Champion. You joined Supreme Championship Wrestling and made an instant impact. You quickly rose in the ranks and became a champion. And yet now that you have the gold, ask yourself…was it worth it? Fate GAVE you that Television Championship, Ryan. You have everything you wanted only because FATE allowed it. Now that you have everything you wanted it, are you happy? Is it all worth it? The harassment you have endured…weeks of defending that championship against the likes of Dante Slayton, Oskar Theron, Adam Brock…and yes, my love Clyde Sutter…” she looks up at The Assassin briefly before turning back to the camera and smirking “...how does it feel to be run through the wringers? Can you continue being the workhorse champion of SCW or has the pressure gotten to you? Fate gave you the championship but not without consequences. You have to deal with people like Adam Brock and, of course, Clyde Sutter. Are you truly happy with your place in SCW right now or has this gift Fate has given you made you miserable? And now things are about to get even more miserable. Right, Clyde?”

“Quite correct, my love.” The Assassin chuckles. “Ms. Lecavalier, your reign as Television Champion has been commendable. Your quick run to the top in SCW has been admirable. But your problem is that you think you were singularly responsible for all of your success. The mistake you and everyone else makes is the belief you have that you are somehow in control of your own Fate. Fate is in control, Ms. Lecavalier, and your belief to the contrary only brings about feelings of false hope. False hope only sets people up for a let down and a great disappointment. Fate set you up to be great, Ms. Lacavalier, but this false hope you give yourself, this false sense of invincibility, this false sense of greatness, only sets you up for a greater disappointment and greater fall. You pushed yourself much harder and much farther than Fate allowed. That was a mistake, but you made an even worse mistake and that was ignoring the will of Fate.” The Assassin nods his head.

“You DO recall when you defended that championship against me, do you not? You do recall how that match ended, do you not? You won but you did so by disqualification. Now this isn’t me making excuses. I live by the will of Fate and accept the hand Fate has dealt me. But you, Ms. Lecavalier, how does it feel knowing that you survived ONLY because you were attacked by Waylon Creek? How does it feel knowing that you are still champion despite never being able to pin or make me tap out? If you are a champion worth your salt then you should not be pleased with that outcome. You should have granted me the one on one rematch that I deserved, the one on one rematch that Fate required. Yet you refused, you ducked me in favor of who? That simpleton Adam Brock?” Sutter shakes his head. “You made several mistakes, Ms. Lecavalier and now look at the position you find yourself in. You are defending the Television Championship against two competitors in a triple threat match where you don’t have to be pinned or made to submit to lose the title. How ironic…you retained despite not pinning me or making me submit…now you could lose the title without being pinned or made to submit. Oh but it gets better, because a pin or a submission won’t even help you at all.” He snickers nastily.

“Fate has set up a figurative and literal ladder of success that you must climb in order to prove your worth and save your championship but believe me, you will not save your title reign. You will climb that ladder but you will fall…your reign will fall...your aura itself will fall from the ladder. Everything you value, everything you have achieved in SCW, all of it hangs suspended high above the ring and you will watch helplessly as I climb that ladder over your broken and beaten body to claim all of it for myself. And you cannot stop me, no one can stop me, especially not Mr. Brock.” The Assassin grins evilly.

“Here we are again, Mr. Brock, reunited by Fate. You thought that one victory in Dusseldorf, Germany would somehow get rid of me? If you thought that I would shrink from someone like you then you are wrong. And if you think that you can stand between me and the Television Championship then, once again, you are wrong. This ladder match was set up by Fate itself, crafted by Fate to crown me as champion. This ladder match was crafted by Fate so that I can put an end to you once and for all.” Sutter shakes his head. “It is a task that I do not take pride in; I do not revel in putting an end to people like you, Mr. Brock, but in this case I really and truly have no other option. You have given me no other choice but to end you much sooner than Fate had intended and it is all your fault.” He points a finger at the camera.

“Contrary to your…misguided opinions, Mr. Brock, I am no bully. Furthermore, nothing is personal. Everything, including this ladder match, is just business. My business is Fate and my business this week is capturing the Television Championship. Yet from the moment I arrived in SCW back at Fatal Fortunes you have had me as your target. I never picked a fight with you, you picked a fight with me that led to Dusseldorf. And even after you won you still wouldn’t leave well enough alone. I was cheated out of the Television Title and I was merely coming after Ms. Lecavalier to get what I was owed…a simple rematch. But you kept involving yourself in my affairs to the point that you STOLE the rematch that should have been mine from the start. And now instead of a simple solution, instead of the proper solution of me receiving a one on one title match, you, Ms. Lecavalier, and myself must deal with the carnage and chaos of a ladder match.” The Assassin laughs as he runs his hands through his long black hair. “Somehow Mr. Desoubrais believes that this serves as a form of punishment? He believes that this puts me at a disadvantage?”

“He is a fool.” Melinda says laughing nastily. Clyde nods his head in agreement.

“Indeed he is. This plays right into the hands of Fate, Mr. Desoubrais. See, not only do I get the Television Title Match that I am owed, not only does it throw the rulebook out of the window and give me free reign to do whatever I need to do, to inflict as much punishment and carnage as I can, in order to win the match, but this match you created also gives me the opportunity to deal with two troublesome nuisances in one swift stroke. In one match I get to take the Television Title from Ms. Lecavalier and in the process I get to break Mr. Brock in half and thus never have to deal with him ever again. You have set the table for my coronation, Mr. Desoubrais, so I thank you and Fate thanks you. You have done the will of Fate by giving me precisely what I wanted. Ms. Lecavalier, Mr. Brock…this ends on Breakdown. Your Fate is sealed.”

Clyde and Melinda slowly walk away. The camera fades to black.

[Adam Brock]

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