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November 8th, 2024
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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Fatal Fortunes is near and Clyde Sutter is very much looking forward to making his return in an event that he thinks he was born to participate in. Every match, from championship matches to standard matches, to the stipulations, everything will be decided by fate; which is precisely how The Assassin likes it. This event, Fatal Fortunes, he believes is his destined time to return to Supreme Championship Wrestling and nothing will stand in his way. Even the woman who despises him the most, Glory Braddock, will not stand in his way. Thanks to smooth talking from Clyde’s love interest, Glory’s daughter Melinda Braddock, Glory will not try to speak ill of him or try to block him from returning. The Assassin’s return to SCW is imminent and his participation in Fatal Fortunes will be something to behold and something to remember. It really is a cause for celebration and so, since Clyde is still spending some vacation time with his girlfriend Melinda in his native home of Birmingham, England, he figured the best way to celebrate would be to take Melinda out to one of his favorite spots growing up; a bar in Birmingham that he used to frequent all the time growing up.
The bar is a mix of modern design and vintage charm, tucked away in a lively corner of Birmingham. Exposed brick walls are adorned with local artwork and antique mirrors, reflecting the warm glow of Edison bulbs strung across the ceiling. The long, polished mahogany bar is the focal point of the space, its surface gleaming under the soft lighting. Bottles of top-shelf spirits are arranged neatly on backlit shelves, their colors creating a kaleidoscope of amber, green, and deep red hues. Plush leather booths and high-top tables fill the room, with patrons engaged in lively conversation or leaning in closer over craft cocktails and pints of beer. In one of the quieter corners, Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock sit across from each other at a high-top table. Clyde is dressed with a kind of understated rugged elegance that makes him stand out effortlessly. He wears a charcoal-gray blazer over a fitted black shirt that hints at his muscular physique beneath. His dark jeans, slim but not overly tight, are paired with polished leather boots that add a touch of refinement to his casual look. His dark, mid-length hair is slicked back, still slightly oily but styled with intention, giving him a slightly roguish charm. A silver watch glints on his wrist as he rests his arm casually on the table, a tumbler of whisky in his hand. Melinda is dressed to turn heads, her outfit perfectly straddling the line between sophisticated and alluring. She wears a fitted emerald-green satin blouse with a plunging neckline, the rich color accentuating her blonde hair and porcelain complexion. The blouse is tucked into a sleek black pencil skirt that hugs her curves, ending just above the knee. Her black stiletto heels give her an air of elegance, their subtle crystal embellishments catching the low light as she shifts her legs. Around them, the bar hums with life. A small group in the corner cheers as someone wins at darts, while a couple at the bar leans close, lost in their own world. The bartender moves with practiced efficiency, shaking cocktails and pouring pints, the soft clinking of glasses adding to the ambiance. The murmur of conversation blends with the faint strains of a jazz playlist, creating an atmosphere that feels both intimate and alive.
“This is a nice place, Clyde.” Melinda says. “And you said this is one of your favorite spots?”
“Yes.” He nods his head. “Me and my friends frequented this establishment growing up.”
“Why didn’t you ever take me here when we dated the first time?”
“The same reason I hesitated to take you here now. You are a goddess while I am but a mere peasant. A place such as this is beneath you, I felt ashamed…”
“Ashamed?” Melinda scoffs. “Never be ashamed of where you came from. Ever.”
“No offense, my love, but that is far easier for you to say than me. I do have a…” he pauses to collect his thoughts, to find the right words “...unique background.”
“I get it, I come from the famous Braddock family, a family beloved by all in Europe. My mom is wealthy. But I don’t care…all I care about is you.”
“Thank you, my love.” He grins. “Speaking of your mother, you did a good job in making sure she would not get involved in my return to SCW.”
“Well I’d like to say that I have her wrapped around my finger but that isn’t the case.” Melinda smirks. “But mom is so worried about losing me that she can be manipulated in certain ways. She won’t stop you from returning to SCW.”
“Does she know about my imminent return at Fatal Fortunes?”
“I didn’t tell her you were coming back that quickly.” She shrugs. “But mom is intelligent, she might suspect it.”
“It won’t matter.” Sutter shakes his head. “Whether she knows is irrelevant. In fact, the entire locker room knowing wouldn’t matter. Because their fate is sealed.”
“Yeah, well, just bear in mind that all I could do was convince mom not to stir up trouble for your return. If she disagrees with your methods or anything you do, well, that’s out of my hands.”
“I understand, my love.” Sutter nods his head. “Wrestling can be hateful. It can be a rough life. If fate deems that I should clash with your mother someday in the future, then so be it.”
“Wonderful, awkwardness for me.” Melinda rolls her eyes.
“Trust me, my love,” he takes her hand gently and kisses it “I will ensure that the awkwardness is limited.”
The term awkwardness could not have come at a more inappropriate time. In that moment Sutter notices someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. He turns around in time to see a woman very familiar to him; slightly older than him with jet black hair, with a fitted black dress, opaque stockings, black high heeled patent leather pumps, and a fur coat complimenting the look to give her an air of wealth and commanding presence. Sutter takes on a more defensive tone as the woman approaches. He knows her and he knows that she is definitely up to no good.
This woman is his sister, Lilith Sutter.
“My dear baby brother.” She says in a refined, yet sweet tone. “I had heard that you had returned home for a few days. Why on earth would you not come visit your sister?”
“Sister?” Melinda looks over at Clyde. “Uh, babe?”
“My apologies.” She offers her hand to Melinda. Melinda reluctantly accepts the handshake. “My name is Lilith Sutter. I am Clyde’s older sister. You must be his little girlfriend I keep hearing about…”
“Melinda.” She answers back sharply. “Melinda Braddock.”
“Nice to meet you, Melinda.”
“Leave.” Sutter says coldly, his eyes glaring hatred right through the soul of Lilith.
“Why would I leave? I just got here.” Lilith doesn’t even ask permission to sit. She sits at one of the empty chairs at the high top table. “Asking me to leave is quite rude, dear brother. Besides, I thought family was important above all.” She looks over at Melinda and winks. “Right, Ms. Braddock?”
“Leave.” Clyde says, repeating his command. Again Lilith shakes her head.
“No.”
“Fine…” he turns to face Melinda “...give us a moment alone.”
“But babe…”
“Please.” He says more commandingly this time. “Just leave.”
Melinda does not really want to leave but she can tell by the look on her boyfriend’s face that something about this whole situation, about his sister’s arrival, bothers him. Melinda decides not to tempt fate and just nods her head. She quietly gets up and walks away. Once Melinds is out of sight, Clyde once more turns to face Lilith.
“Leave, Lilith. This is your final warning.”
“I am not leaving.” She shakes her head. “Besides, what would you do?” She smirks. “You don’t want to scare Melinda, do you?”
“What do you want?” Clyde growls.
“I seek that which is lost, dear brother. You are lost and I am here to find you, to put you back in your proper place.”
“I do not need to be found.” He growls angrily. “I am a changed man with a new life and I am happy with myself.”
“My dear brother, how delusional are you?” Lilith chuckles. “You went from being a monster with an anger management problem to being a well spoken mercenary working for a high class family. Yes, I know about Danielle Page and her sister Tiffany. Your so-called ‘change’ leaves much to be desired.”
“There is much more to me than that!” Clyde says angrily. “I am dating the love of my life, I have found my birth mother and we have reconnected and formed a good relationship…”
“You mean Autumn Van Stanton?” Lilith scoffs. “We are half-siblings, Clyde. I never bothered to search for my birth mother because I do not care to have a bond with her, even if she still lives. You wish to bond with the Van Stantons but they do not want you to be part of their lives. They still look at you and see the monster you used to be. And Melinda’s family…the Braddocks…you know they will never truly accept you.” Lilith smiles warmly. “But I will accept you, dear brother.”
Suddenly Melinda Braddock returns to the table with a glass of water in her hand. “I’m sorry, but my ears were burning…did you talk about my family?”
“It isn’t necessary, love.” Clyde begins. Melinda shakes her head.
“Oh this is definitely necessary. No one talks trash about my family or about you behind my back.” Melinda growls angrily. “You know nothing about the Braddocks, you insufferable little twat, and as for Clyde and myself? We are inseparable.” Without warning Melinda throws the water in Lilith’s face. Clyde braces himself, for even he isn’t sure how his sister will react. But much to his surprise Lilith remains perfectly calm and stoic, as if nothing really happened.
“That’s wonderful news, Melinda. I hope it is true.” Lilith gets up from her chair. “I will see you soon, brother.” With that, she walks off. Melinda and Clyde stare at her as she walks off. Then Melinda sits back down and sighs with a sense of frustration. She looks over at Clyde.
“What the hell was that?”
“That was my sister.”
“Yeah I know, but…” Melinda shrugs her shoulders “...how? I never even knew you had other family…except for your mother, Autumn. Wait…is she…” sensing her train of though, Clyde shakes his head.
“No, we are half-siblings. We have the same father, Ethan Sutter, but we have different mothers.”
“How long have you known?”
“Not very long. We reconnected early last year. Somehow she managed to find me. I know my story…I was an orphan, left at an orphanage, abandoned by my mother. I do not know her story. I had to survive on the streets but obviously Lilith somehow made it into a very well-off upscale family. Her past is a mystery to me.”
“And what does she want with you?”
“I honestly have no idea, my love.” He sighs. “I am sorry this happened. Perhaps it is best if we leave?”
“No way.” Melinda shakes her head. “I am not going to let that bitch ruin my evening.”
“If you insist.”
Clyde sighs as he leans back in his chair. The arrival of his sister Lilith was not expected and definitely unwanted. What else could this mean for Clyde Sutter? What does his sister want with him? She did promise to return and he has no reason to doubt her.
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We are outside. Where? Who knows. It is also dark with the only illumination of street lamps and the moon to light the way. Then footsteps are heard coming from nearby. Eventually we see the intimidating presence of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter stepping into view from the left. Sutter stood tall, his broad shoulders and imposing frame exuding an air of silent dominance. His muscular build was evident beneath the taut leather of his black jacket, which glistened faintly as though perpetually coated in a fine sheen of oil. The jacket, worn and battle-scarred, bore deep creases and scuffs. His black jeans, snug yet practical, seemed tailored to his powerful legs, the fabric faded slightly at the knees from wear. Heavy black boots with steel toes and scuffed edges added a few extra inches to his height, their soles marked by the grit of countless treks through grimy streets and shadowy alleys. The Assassin's face was rugged and angular, his features carved with a sharpness that matched his aura. His mid-length black hair was slick and oily, swept back from his forehead, giving it a wet, almost predatory look. Strands of hair occasionally fell loose, framing piercing dark eyes that seemed to absorb every detail with a mix of calculated intensity and simmering aggression. His square jawline was shadowed with stubble, adding a touch of rugged defiance.
Every movement he made was deliberate, his leather jacket creaking slightly with each subtle shift.
“Surprise, surprise…” a low chuckle escapes his lips “...yes, I am sure that this will come as a surprise to oh so many who had thought that they had seen the last of yours truly. In fact, you no doubt remember me as nothing more than a chained monster, the personal weapon of a sleazy con artist manager named Mason Van Stanton. You no doubt recall my first stint in Supreme Championship Wrestling as being less than stellar. I made a brief cameo appearance later in an End of the Year Battle Royal. But otherwise my time in SCW had been disappointing and, no doubt, you had not expected me to return and if I did return, that it would be just more of the same song and dance, more of the same directionless monster without any guiding force in his life. Is that what you expect? Do you expect me to stay away from your precious SCW? Do you expect me to fail even if I were to try and make a return?” Sutter chuckles softly. “You are about to be surprised.”
“Do you know why humanity is so easily surprised? Whether it is as small as a surprise party or a surprise gift to a loved one or something as impactful as what will happen when I make my return to SCW at Fatal Fortunes, humanity is so easily surprised. Do you know why? The answer is because you desperately want to cling onto the false narrative that you have some control over your destiny. You wish to believe in your heart and soul that you and you alone control what happens in your life. You make the decisions that impact your life…your success or failure depends on decisions that you have made…and yet none of it is true. That narrative of choice is a lie. We are all at the mercy of one powerful mistress and her name is FATE…” Sutter snickers nastily.
“...success and failure is dependent upon fate. Fate dictates who shall survive and who shall end. Fate dictates when one succeeds and when that success comes to a crashing halt. I used to be like the lot of you, clinging to the notion that I held control over my destiny. Then I learned the truth about fate’s control over all of creation. Now I am focused. Now I am truly in control because I let go. Now I can be happy because fate has chosen me to be its own personal enforcer…its Assassin, if you will…bringing an end to those who it has deemed necessary to end. You do not decide. Fate decides. And nothing I do is ever personal…not anymore. All of it simply business, the business of fate.”
“You will act surprised when the wheel of fate decides your opponent, your match, and the stakes. And that in and of itself makes fools of all of you. This, of all the times of the year, should be the one time that the veil is finally lifted, even for a brief moment, to allow you, the uneducated lot to understand the truth of fate. Yet you will still refuse to understand. Champions will complain about unfair title defenses. Perhaps competitors will complain about being partnered with someone they do not like or someone who cannot hold up their end of a tag team partnership. Yet it should not come as a surprise to anyone and no one should have room to complain…it was fate’s decision that you be put in those circumstances…” he smirks knowingly.
“...and it should come as to no surprise to anyone that on this night, the beginning of Fatal Fortunes, that I make my return to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Should it surprise anyone that someone like me who holds such a lofty view of fate, would want to return in time for Fatal Fortunes?” The Assassin shakes his head. “Of course not. The very name of the event, the timing, all of it is a sign from fate itself, telling me that now is the time for me to make my return. Therefore you should not be surprised when I make my return, you should be surprised when inevitably I kick someone’s head off their shoulders or choke someone unconscious…it should come as to no surprise when I manhandle or dismantle some poor unsuspecting soul whom fate dictates should be my first of many victims…” Sutter shakes his head.
“...and yet you will be surprised. You will be shocked. My return will be one of domination and it should come as a surprise to no one that this happened and yet it will surprise you. The signs were there and yet all of you ignored them. Fate itself spoke to you all, fate told you of my second coming and you ignored the warning. Thus whatever happens at Fatal Fortunes, the blood is not on my hands…the blood is not even on your hands, despite your ignorance in ignoring the plain and obvious signs before you….no, the blood will be on the hands of Fate. Fate dictated what shall happen. Fate dictated and laid out the roadmap of your destruction. I am but merely carrying out fate’s wishes and fate has decided that your time is up.” He chuckles again.
“Surprise, surprise…” the camera fades to black.
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November 8th, 2024
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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Fatal Fortunes is near and Clyde Sutter is very much looking forward to making his return in an event that he thinks he was born to participate in. Every match, from championship matches to standard matches, to the stipulations, everything will be decided by fate; which is precisely how The Assassin likes it. This event, Fatal Fortunes, he believes is his destined time to return to Supreme Championship Wrestling and nothing will stand in his way. Even the woman who despises him the most, Glory Braddock, will not stand in his way. Thanks to smooth talking from Clyde’s love interest, Glory’s daughter Melinda Braddock, Glory will not try to speak ill of him or try to block him from returning. The Assassin’s return to SCW is imminent and his participation in Fatal Fortunes will be something to behold and something to remember. It really is a cause for celebration and so, since Clyde is still spending some vacation time with his girlfriend Melinda in his native home of Birmingham, England, he figured the best way to celebrate would be to take Melinda out to one of his favorite spots growing up; a bar in Birmingham that he used to frequent all the time growing up.
The bar is a mix of modern design and vintage charm, tucked away in a lively corner of Birmingham. Exposed brick walls are adorned with local artwork and antique mirrors, reflecting the warm glow of Edison bulbs strung across the ceiling. The long, polished mahogany bar is the focal point of the space, its surface gleaming under the soft lighting. Bottles of top-shelf spirits are arranged neatly on backlit shelves, their colors creating a kaleidoscope of amber, green, and deep red hues. Plush leather booths and high-top tables fill the room, with patrons engaged in lively conversation or leaning in closer over craft cocktails and pints of beer. In one of the quieter corners, Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock sit across from each other at a high-top table. Clyde is dressed with a kind of understated rugged elegance that makes him stand out effortlessly. He wears a charcoal-gray blazer over a fitted black shirt that hints at his muscular physique beneath. His dark jeans, slim but not overly tight, are paired with polished leather boots that add a touch of refinement to his casual look. His dark, mid-length hair is slicked back, still slightly oily but styled with intention, giving him a slightly roguish charm. A silver watch glints on his wrist as he rests his arm casually on the table, a tumbler of whisky in his hand. Melinda is dressed to turn heads, her outfit perfectly straddling the line between sophisticated and alluring. She wears a fitted emerald-green satin blouse with a plunging neckline, the rich color accentuating her blonde hair and porcelain complexion. The blouse is tucked into a sleek black pencil skirt that hugs her curves, ending just above the knee. Her black stiletto heels give her an air of elegance, their subtle crystal embellishments catching the low light as she shifts her legs. Around them, the bar hums with life. A small group in the corner cheers as someone wins at darts, while a couple at the bar leans close, lost in their own world. The bartender moves with practiced efficiency, shaking cocktails and pouring pints, the soft clinking of glasses adding to the ambiance. The murmur of conversation blends with the faint strains of a jazz playlist, creating an atmosphere that feels both intimate and alive.
“This is a nice place, Clyde.” Melinda says. “And you said this is one of your favorite spots?”
“Yes.” He nods his head. “Me and my friends frequented this establishment growing up.”
“Why didn’t you ever take me here when we dated the first time?”
“The same reason I hesitated to take you here now. You are a goddess while I am but a mere peasant. A place such as this is beneath you, I felt ashamed…”
“Ashamed?” Melinda scoffs. “Never be ashamed of where you came from. Ever.”
“No offense, my love, but that is far easier for you to say than me. I do have a…” he pauses to collect his thoughts, to find the right words “...unique background.”
“I get it, I come from the famous Braddock family, a family beloved by all in Europe. My mom is wealthy. But I don’t care…all I care about is you.”
“Thank you, my love.” He grins. “Speaking of your mother, you did a good job in making sure she would not get involved in my return to SCW.”
“Well I’d like to say that I have her wrapped around my finger but that isn’t the case.” Melinda smirks. “But mom is so worried about losing me that she can be manipulated in certain ways. She won’t stop you from returning to SCW.”
“Does she know about my imminent return at Fatal Fortunes?”
“I didn’t tell her you were coming back that quickly.” She shrugs. “But mom is intelligent, she might suspect it.”
“It won’t matter.” Sutter shakes his head. “Whether she knows is irrelevant. In fact, the entire locker room knowing wouldn’t matter. Because their fate is sealed.”
“Yeah, well, just bear in mind that all I could do was convince mom not to stir up trouble for your return. If she disagrees with your methods or anything you do, well, that’s out of my hands.”
“I understand, my love.” Sutter nods his head. “Wrestling can be hateful. It can be a rough life. If fate deems that I should clash with your mother someday in the future, then so be it.”
“Wonderful, awkwardness for me.” Melinda rolls her eyes.
“Trust me, my love,” he takes her hand gently and kisses it “I will ensure that the awkwardness is limited.”
The term awkwardness could not have come at a more inappropriate time. In that moment Sutter notices someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. He turns around in time to see a woman very familiar to him; slightly older than him with jet black hair, with a fitted black dress, opaque stockings, black high heeled patent leather pumps, and a fur coat complimenting the look to give her an air of wealth and commanding presence. Sutter takes on a more defensive tone as the woman approaches. He knows her and he knows that she is definitely up to no good.
This woman is his sister, Lilith Sutter.
“My dear baby brother.” She says in a refined, yet sweet tone. “I had heard that you had returned home for a few days. Why on earth would you not come visit your sister?”
“Sister?” Melinda looks over at Clyde. “Uh, babe?”
“My apologies.” She offers her hand to Melinda. Melinda reluctantly accepts the handshake. “My name is Lilith Sutter. I am Clyde’s older sister. You must be his little girlfriend I keep hearing about…”
“Melinda.” She answers back sharply. “Melinda Braddock.”
“Nice to meet you, Melinda.”
“Leave.” Sutter says coldly, his eyes glaring hatred right through the soul of Lilith.
“Why would I leave? I just got here.” Lilith doesn’t even ask permission to sit. She sits at one of the empty chairs at the high top table. “Asking me to leave is quite rude, dear brother. Besides, I thought family was important above all.” She looks over at Melinda and winks. “Right, Ms. Braddock?”
“Leave.” Clyde says, repeating his command. Again Lilith shakes her head.
“No.”
“Fine…” he turns to face Melinda “...give us a moment alone.”
“But babe…”
“Please.” He says more commandingly this time. “Just leave.”
Melinda does not really want to leave but she can tell by the look on her boyfriend’s face that something about this whole situation, about his sister’s arrival, bothers him. Melinda decides not to tempt fate and just nods her head. She quietly gets up and walks away. Once Melinds is out of sight, Clyde once more turns to face Lilith.
“Leave, Lilith. This is your final warning.”
“I am not leaving.” She shakes her head. “Besides, what would you do?” She smirks. “You don’t want to scare Melinda, do you?”
“What do you want?” Clyde growls.
“I seek that which is lost, dear brother. You are lost and I am here to find you, to put you back in your proper place.”
“I do not need to be found.” He growls angrily. “I am a changed man with a new life and I am happy with myself.”
“My dear brother, how delusional are you?” Lilith chuckles. “You went from being a monster with an anger management problem to being a well spoken mercenary working for a high class family. Yes, I know about Danielle Page and her sister Tiffany. Your so-called ‘change’ leaves much to be desired.”
“There is much more to me than that!” Clyde says angrily. “I am dating the love of my life, I have found my birth mother and we have reconnected and formed a good relationship…”
“You mean Autumn Van Stanton?” Lilith scoffs. “We are half-siblings, Clyde. I never bothered to search for my birth mother because I do not care to have a bond with her, even if she still lives. You wish to bond with the Van Stantons but they do not want you to be part of their lives. They still look at you and see the monster you used to be. And Melinda’s family…the Braddocks…you know they will never truly accept you.” Lilith smiles warmly. “But I will accept you, dear brother.”
Suddenly Melinda Braddock returns to the table with a glass of water in her hand. “I’m sorry, but my ears were burning…did you talk about my family?”
“It isn’t necessary, love.” Clyde begins. Melinda shakes her head.
“Oh this is definitely necessary. No one talks trash about my family or about you behind my back.” Melinda growls angrily. “You know nothing about the Braddocks, you insufferable little twat, and as for Clyde and myself? We are inseparable.” Without warning Melinda throws the water in Lilith’s face. Clyde braces himself, for even he isn’t sure how his sister will react. But much to his surprise Lilith remains perfectly calm and stoic, as if nothing really happened.
“That’s wonderful news, Melinda. I hope it is true.” Lilith gets up from her chair. “I will see you soon, brother.” With that, she walks off. Melinda and Clyde stare at her as she walks off. Then Melinda sits back down and sighs with a sense of frustration. She looks over at Clyde.
“What the hell was that?”
“That was my sister.”
“Yeah I know, but…” Melinda shrugs her shoulders “...how? I never even knew you had other family…except for your mother, Autumn. Wait…is she…” sensing her train of though, Clyde shakes his head.
“No, we are half-siblings. We have the same father, Ethan Sutter, but we have different mothers.”
“How long have you known?”
“Not very long. We reconnected early last year. Somehow she managed to find me. I know my story…I was an orphan, left at an orphanage, abandoned by my mother. I do not know her story. I had to survive on the streets but obviously Lilith somehow made it into a very well-off upscale family. Her past is a mystery to me.”
“And what does she want with you?”
“I honestly have no idea, my love.” He sighs. “I am sorry this happened. Perhaps it is best if we leave?”
“No way.” Melinda shakes her head. “I am not going to let that bitch ruin my evening.”
“If you insist.”
Clyde sighs as he leans back in his chair. The arrival of his sister Lilith was not expected and definitely unwanted. What else could this mean for Clyde Sutter? What does his sister want with him? She did promise to return and he has no reason to doubt her.
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We are outside. Where? Who knows. It is also dark with the only illumination of street lamps and the moon to light the way. Then footsteps are heard coming from nearby. Eventually we see the intimidating presence of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter stepping into view from the left. Sutter stood tall, his broad shoulders and imposing frame exuding an air of silent dominance. His muscular build was evident beneath the taut leather of his black jacket, which glistened faintly as though perpetually coated in a fine sheen of oil. The jacket, worn and battle-scarred, bore deep creases and scuffs. His black jeans, snug yet practical, seemed tailored to his powerful legs, the fabric faded slightly at the knees from wear. Heavy black boots with steel toes and scuffed edges added a few extra inches to his height, their soles marked by the grit of countless treks through grimy streets and shadowy alleys. The Assassin's face was rugged and angular, his features carved with a sharpness that matched his aura. His mid-length black hair was slick and oily, swept back from his forehead, giving it a wet, almost predatory look. Strands of hair occasionally fell loose, framing piercing dark eyes that seemed to absorb every detail with a mix of calculated intensity and simmering aggression. His square jawline was shadowed with stubble, adding a touch of rugged defiance.
Every movement he made was deliberate, his leather jacket creaking slightly with each subtle shift.
“Surprise, surprise…” a low chuckle escapes his lips “...yes, I am sure that this will come as a surprise to oh so many who had thought that they had seen the last of yours truly. In fact, you no doubt remember me as nothing more than a chained monster, the personal weapon of a sleazy con artist manager named Mason Van Stanton. You no doubt recall my first stint in Supreme Championship Wrestling as being less than stellar. I made a brief cameo appearance later in an End of the Year Battle Royal. But otherwise my time in SCW had been disappointing and, no doubt, you had not expected me to return and if I did return, that it would be just more of the same song and dance, more of the same directionless monster without any guiding force in his life. Is that what you expect? Do you expect me to stay away from your precious SCW? Do you expect me to fail even if I were to try and make a return?” Sutter chuckles softly. “You are about to be surprised.”
“Do you know why humanity is so easily surprised? Whether it is as small as a surprise party or a surprise gift to a loved one or something as impactful as what will happen when I make my return to SCW at Fatal Fortunes, humanity is so easily surprised. Do you know why? The answer is because you desperately want to cling onto the false narrative that you have some control over your destiny. You wish to believe in your heart and soul that you and you alone control what happens in your life. You make the decisions that impact your life…your success or failure depends on decisions that you have made…and yet none of it is true. That narrative of choice is a lie. We are all at the mercy of one powerful mistress and her name is FATE…” Sutter snickers nastily.
“...success and failure is dependent upon fate. Fate dictates who shall survive and who shall end. Fate dictates when one succeeds and when that success comes to a crashing halt. I used to be like the lot of you, clinging to the notion that I held control over my destiny. Then I learned the truth about fate’s control over all of creation. Now I am focused. Now I am truly in control because I let go. Now I can be happy because fate has chosen me to be its own personal enforcer…its Assassin, if you will…bringing an end to those who it has deemed necessary to end. You do not decide. Fate decides. And nothing I do is ever personal…not anymore. All of it simply business, the business of fate.”
“You will act surprised when the wheel of fate decides your opponent, your match, and the stakes. And that in and of itself makes fools of all of you. This, of all the times of the year, should be the one time that the veil is finally lifted, even for a brief moment, to allow you, the uneducated lot to understand the truth of fate. Yet you will still refuse to understand. Champions will complain about unfair title defenses. Perhaps competitors will complain about being partnered with someone they do not like or someone who cannot hold up their end of a tag team partnership. Yet it should not come as a surprise to anyone and no one should have room to complain…it was fate’s decision that you be put in those circumstances…” he smirks knowingly.
“...and it should come as to no surprise to anyone that on this night, the beginning of Fatal Fortunes, that I make my return to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Should it surprise anyone that someone like me who holds such a lofty view of fate, would want to return in time for Fatal Fortunes?” The Assassin shakes his head. “Of course not. The very name of the event, the timing, all of it is a sign from fate itself, telling me that now is the time for me to make my return. Therefore you should not be surprised when I make my return, you should be surprised when inevitably I kick someone’s head off their shoulders or choke someone unconscious…it should come as to no surprise when I manhandle or dismantle some poor unsuspecting soul whom fate dictates should be my first of many victims…” Sutter shakes his head.
“...and yet you will be surprised. You will be shocked. My return will be one of domination and it should come as a surprise to no one that this happened and yet it will surprise you. The signs were there and yet all of you ignored them. Fate itself spoke to you all, fate told you of my second coming and you ignored the warning. Thus whatever happens at Fatal Fortunes, the blood is not on my hands…the blood is not even on your hands, despite your ignorance in ignoring the plain and obvious signs before you….no, the blood will be on the hands of Fate. Fate dictated what shall happen. Fate dictated and laid out the roadmap of your destruction. I am but merely carrying out fate’s wishes and fate has decided that your time is up.” He chuckles again.
“Surprise, surprise…” the camera fades to black.
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x